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melensolo · 11 months

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Novi Val chap. 4

previous chapter masterlist draco x fem reader

Training with ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ has gone well to say the least. You trained every day, for weeks. You learn a lot every practice. You also felt closer to your peers. You started to hang out with people other than Luna, and you don’t mean that in a bad way. She’s nice and quirky and honest, but it’s nice to have other people to hang around with.

On free days you would find yourself hanging out with Hermione, Ron and Harry when not with Luna. The three of them were a joy to be around and they made you feel included as best they could. It wasn’t when you were with Theo and his friends. Theodore forced you in, and the trio made you comfortable enough that you could come if you wanted; or didn’t want.

It’s a shame that you would split up with them during Christmas break, you had to go home and they were going who-knows-where. You would much rather be with them or Luna over break, but that wasn’t an option for you. Your father made that very clear in the most recent letter he sent you.

“..it is of utmost importance that you and I have a talk once you arrive at the manor.”

It wouldn’t surprise you if your father had caught wind about your newfound friends and doesn’t approve. It was no secret your father loathes anyone who is not Slytherin, including you. When you were sorted into Ravenclaw it wasn’t only your brother who was disappointed, it was your father as well. After your first year he had threatened not to send you back. You had to plead with him to let you go back. Promising that you’ll prove yourself to him and keep your grades up, and you did.

“Y/N.. you should visit us during break.” Ron said, breaking you from your thoughts. You started eating breakfast with the trio when Luna wasn’t there. Which was often.

You looked at him with a sad smile, “I would love that.. but I’m not sure if my father would allow me to do that.. I’m sure you know how my family is.”

“That’s true, Y/N, now thinking about it you’re different from the other pure-blood families..” Hermione said, before looking at Ron “ Uh, the death eater ones I mean.”

You felt weird now.

“My father.. Isn’t a death eater.”

The air was tense. “But he was? Wasn’t he?” Hermione countered.

“Well I mean.. Yeah, but that doesn’t define me.. Or my brother.”

God, you need to get out of here.

It was quiet until Harry finally spoke up, “Well yeah of course, not. Not you at least, but your brother-”

You cut him off before he could finish. You abruptly stood from your spot. Whatever he was about to say you didn’t want to hear it. “Excuse me, I need to get ready to leave.”

You’d be a liar to say you weren’t ashamed of your father’s past. It left a stain on you and your brother. Things are different now. Right?

Just because your brother is Slytherin and one of Umbridge’s henchmen now doesn’t make him a bad guy. Just because he and Draco’s gang has tried countless times to catch ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ in the act, doesn’t make him a bad guy. Honestly, it's a wonder he hasn’t seen you yet. Those Weasley twin’s smoke bombs work wonders.

Theo’s still the big brother that comforted you after mother’s death. Even though you should have been the one to comfort him. He was the one that saw it. He’s the one that defended you from father’s wrath after he heard you were put into Ravenclaw. He was so sweet, he could never follow down the wrong path like father once had. He’s different.

When you were walking away from the table you heard Ron scold his two friends “Great going guys, she hates us now.”

That was wrong. You didn’t hate them. You hated yourself. You hated Draco, who would snicker whenever you walked past. You hated that your parents had you at such an old age. You hated the whole pure-blood versus muggles and half-bloods thing. You hated the war and everything that came with it. You hated you-know-who.

You hated how life was cruel.

You hated that you should be grateful for your privilege. You just wish it was given to someone else.

You found yourself sprinting to go collect your luggage from your shared bedroom, wanting to leave as soon as possible. You grabbed your stuff and quickly walked through the groups of kids that were wishing each other farewell. Eventually you found yourself in front of Hogwarts, looking for your brother. He was the only one you wanted to see right now. Then you saw him, he was standing by a train with his luggage on the ground next to him.

He was standing with Draco and Blaise, no surprise there. You walked over to them and did something you couldn’t imagine yourself ever doing before. Lest it kill you from embarrassment.

You embraced Theo in a hug, dropping your stuff on the ground next to you. You dug your head into his chest. After a few moments the boy wrapped his arms around you. You missed this, you missed him. You missed when life was easy.

You didn’t care if the two other boys were giving you weird looks, or if they weren’t. You don’t care if everyone in the vicinity was watching you, or if they weren’t.

“What’s wrong, Duckling?” he whispered, so that only you could hear. That was a name he hasn’t called you in years. It came to be because you would always follow him around the manor, like a lost duckling.

You hugged him a little harder.

“I missed this.”

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You didn’t sit by your brother on the train ride back. He had already told Draco, Blaise, and Pansy that he’d sit with them. You would rather die than sit with them. At first, you were alone but then the familiar trio found their way to you.

“We’re really sorry about earlier.” Hermione said after knocking and opening the door to your car.

“Yeah, we feel awful.” Harry added.

You couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything negative towards them. Even if you had wanted to, which is good because you did not want to.

“It’s okay, I think I overreacted anyway. I even went all the way to embarrass myself afterwards.” you felt yourself heat up, post-embarrassment finally sinking it. It honestly felt nice in the moment, but you wish you waited until you were back at the manor to do such a thing.

Ron laughed, “The hug thing- yeah we caught sight of that, it was-”

Hermione shut him up by smacking his shoulder.

Harry cut in, “I thought it was sweet actually.”

You awkwardly laughed. “Do you guys want to sit here?” you said while moving your belongings out of the way.

“That would be nice, thank you.” Hermione said, as she came in. Ron and Harry followed suit.

With them here, this ride will surely go by fast. “So, about your offer of visiting you guys during break..”

“Offer still stands, we can even come get you ourselves.. and if we need to break you out, we can do that. Ask Harry!” Ron joked.

“I’ll definitely let you know if I need an escape.” you laughed. “I would love to be with you guys, it’s so boring at my house and my father is so strict with me!”

“Well it can’t be so bad, you seem like a family person.” Hermione chimed in.

She wouldn’t know what it’s like to have a father you constantly have to prove yourself to.

“I guess you might be right.” you laughed sadly.

The rest of the ride consisted of the four of you laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Before you knew it you found yourself at the steps of the manor you grew up in. It was a four story brick building. It had bushes and trees that outlined the walkway.

Your brother started walking to the door, and you followed closely behind.

Why was there no one to greet you two? Usually there was a maid here to welcome you guys back home. Today there was nobody.

When you finally walked through the door, you saw all the house elves working quickly to tidy up. You only saw them work this diligently when your father was going to be hosting a dinner with some other families.

Suddenly one of the house elves noticed the two of you.

“Welcome back, Young Master Nott and Lady Nott.”

You knew the elf meant well, but you can’t help but bring yourself to hate when you are called ‘Lady Nott’ instead of ‘Miss Nott’ it is a sore reminder that your mother is dead, and you are the lady of this house; until Theodore marries someone that is.

You were brought back to reality when Theodore asked where your father was.

“He is in his room, Young Master Nott.”

Theodore thanked the elf, before having him bring both of your luggages to your rooms.

“I think father is having a.. work.. dinner. I’m sure we’re gonna be expected to be there, so take some time to rest.” he paused for a second, seemingly deciding what he was going to say next. “And.. we can talk about what’s bothering you later.”

You gave him a slow nod, to acknowledge his words. You now greatly regret your actions earlier in the day. Your emotions definitely got the best of you.

Quickly, you went up the stairs to find your room. It looked just as you left it. Minus the suitcase that is sitting next to your bed from the house elf.

Your room was spacious to say the least. It had many windows and a king-sized bed. You wouldn’t say your room was boring, but it definitely wasn’t your personal taste.

You decided to go to your desk, from a drawer you pulled out paper, ink, and a quill. It hasn’t even been two hours and you already wish for your new friends to come save you. This house was suffocating to say the least.

Dear friends,

Is that too formal? You scrunched that piece of paper up and threw it aside.

Hello guys,

That just sounds too.. weird. You scrunched that one up too, and threw it with the other.

Save me asap. I beg you.

Your friend, Y/N

That will have to do. It’s small but they won’t care. You folded the paper up and stamped it with the signature Nott family crest seal. You would have to wait to send it after your father’s dinner. If they showed up to get you before the dinner then your father would notice your absence and would surely punish you for it.

You hadn’t even realized it but three hours had already passed. Dinner would be soon, usually your brother would come to escort you when it was time. You quickly dug through your wardrobe for an appropriate dress. You settled for an all black, knee-length, dress.

Once, you showed up not dressed as “ Lady of the house” and your father lashed out at you after the dinner was over. Ever since then you did your best to live to the expectation he wants.

You threw on a simple sterling necklace with a blue sapphire. A little reflection of your Hogwarts house.

You quickly put your hair into an easy hairstyle. You would wear makeup, but your father despised it. When you were adding your final touches, you heard three melodic knocks at your door.

Only your brother knocked at your door like that.

Quickly you threw on a pair of heels and then opened the door. Your brother smiled and then offered you his arm. You wrapped your arm around his and the two started walking to the dining room.

“I talked to Father..” he started. You looked up at him, urging him to continue. “..a few kids from school will be there tonight, but there is something else you need to-”

You stopped him. “Who’s gonna be there?”

“Pansy Parkinson, Balise Zabini, the Greengrass sisters, Draco Malfoy, and some others.”

Parkinson, Zabini, Greengrass, Malfoy..

Those are all names of pure-blood families. Death eater families nonetheless.

Whatever tonight’s dinner was for, you didn’t think you wanted to know.

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specialagentlokitty · 3 years

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George Weasley x reader - another chance

heyy, I noticed requests were open so i had a request for george weasley and slytherin! reader and I was hoping you would write it? So readers a pure blood slytherin (malfoy or black) and she meets his family for the first time and everyones shocked, and one of them says sumn bad about her and she overhears it and leaves, george gets angry and yells at his family and they give her a second chance? Angst with a happy ending please. Thanks a ton love!!💞 - @lespaceboi 💕

“Are you sure this is okay?” You asked quietly.

You were stood outside the Weasley household with your boyfriend, and nerves were eating away at you.

They were all Gryffindor, and you were Slytherin, not only that, but you never had a good reputation due to your bloodline.

“They’ll love you! You’re nothing like your family, and Fred already loves you, I bet everyone else will!”

You gave a small shrug, he sling his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side as he entered the home.

“Hey guys I brought a visitor!” He shouted out.

There was many voices coming from the kitchen, and that’s where you were taken.

When the pair of you entered the whole place went quiet, Fred jumped up and rushed over, crushing you both in a hug.

“You finally came!”

“Only because your twin dragged me.” You chuckled.

He laughed and pulled away, you noticed Hermione and Harry were here to, sat with Ron and you stared the three youngest down as they stared at you.

While you were doing that, George introduced everyone to you.

“You’re dating a Slytherin?!” Ron yelled.

You glanced down, shuffling slightly behind George.

“Hey! She’s a good person!” Fred defended.

“Yeah! She isn’t like the others.” George huffed.

You didn’t know what to do, you you rested your head on his back and balled your hands into the fabric of his hoodie.

“Who is this?” Molly asked.

“This is my girlfriend!” George grinned, her name is (Y/N) Black.”

You heard whispers around the place and you quietly excused yourself, making your way back outside you sat on the front, letting out a deep sigh.

“Come on, don’t be upset.” George said gently.

“It’s always the same, they hear my last name and they judge me based upon it.” You frowned.

He wrapped his arm around you once more, resting his head on yours as he comforted you.

“Just give them some day, I promise they will love you.”

“Can I just... have some time...?” You asked.

“Of course baby, I’ll be inside.”

George kissed the side of your head and stood up, walking away.

You sat out there for a while, the peace was relaxing, and after nearly an hour you stood, brushing your cloths down you made your way back inside when a conversation hit your hears.

“I can’t believe our son is dating a Slytherin!” Arthur whispered.

“And a member of the black family no less, I’ve heard her father was the one and only Sirius Black.” Molly replied.

“What if she does the same to us?” Arthur asked afraid.

You had enough, you couldn’t carry on listening. Grabbing your stuff from by the door, you quietly left the house and made your way back home.

The house was quiet, as no one else lived there but you, so you made your way to your bedroom and sat on the bed, scribbling a message you set it alone with your owl.

George was looked all over for you when the cry of an owl caught his attention form outside.

Making his way through the front door, he saw the familiar black owl sitting in the floor.

He untied the message and let the creature fly away once more,

Georgie,

I’m sorry, but I’ve gone back home. It’s clear your family don’t want me around, I don’t want them to be scared or worried, I’ll see you in September, I love you

Raged boiled inside of him, storming into the house, he found everyone sat in the living room playing games.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Why’d you run her out?!”

“Why?” Ron asked.

“(Y/N), she’s gone back home because of you guys!”

Everyone was shocked, never had George reacted in such a way to anything before. Not even when Fred spent a whole month playing pranks on him.

“Calm down Georgie, you’re better without her. They’re nothing but trouble.” Molly said.

“She’s nothing like her family! She’s different! She’s caring and understanding! She just wants a family!”

Everyone felt bad after George made that statement.

“All Slytherins are the same George, look at what her father did to Harry’s parents. What if she does that to us?”

“She won’t! If she was going to she would’ve done it by now!”

George stormed off, he made his way to yours and knocked on the door gently before using his key to get in.

“(Y/N)?” He called.

There was no reply.

“Baby?” He called again.

You padded around the corner, head titled downward, hands in your pockets as you made your way over.

“Come on.”

He held his arms open and you walked into them, resting your head on his chest.

“You’re family hate me...”

“I Uhm... shouted at them...”

You pulled away in pure shock.

“Georgie! They’re you family! Go apologise!”

“No, they deserved it. They were horrible to you purely based on your name.”

You sighed, reaching up, you placed your hand lightly on his cheek and gave him a weak smile.

“Darling, you need your family. Okay? Take some time and go back at the end of the day, please?”

“I’ll think about it for you, how about we go to the shop?” He grinned.

You smiled and nodded, letting him take you to the shop. It wasn’t open for the day, so you spent time sorting things out, and now you were sat in the back.

George has his arms around your waist while you were fast asleep against his chest.

The door opened to the shop and George furrowed his brows.

“Sorry we’re closed!” He called.

“It’s only us Georgie.” Molly called back.

“Mum? Why’re you here?” He asked.

George’s mum and dad came through to the back, both of them wearing guilt looks as they gazed at the pair of you.

George wore a small frown, but he sighed and let it fall.

“I’m sorry I shouted at you.” He said.

“No, we’re sorry. We shouldn’t have been so quick to judge her. We want to give (Y/N) another chance.”

George looked down at you, brushing some hair from your face with a small smile on his lips.

“I know she’d like that.” He whispered.

“Then come home with us, we’ve all been worried sick.” Arthur sighed.

George easily picked you up, and you stirred a little.

“Georgie...?” You asked.

“Yeah, it’s just me baby, go back to sleep.”

He lesnt down and pressed a soft kiss to your head.

Both his parents smiled at the sight, maybe they were a bit to quick to judge you

#Harry potter #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley

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roonilwazlibimagines · 3 years

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What are some of your scenarios to fall asleep to? 👀

Ahhhh I’m glad you asked !! Also please feel free to share some of yours they can be specific or vague idc I’m in desperate need

I will be going into heavy detail because I can’t help myself I’m sorry and I will put in both normal ones and Harry Potter ones

Also this is just like one big ramble I’m sorry I got too excited I literally turned into that Tik tok sound where it’s like ‘you’re asking me about my theories? I’ve waited years for someone to ask me about my theories’

Update - I think I’m just going to keep updating this as well when I think of new ones because I keep forgetting some

My most recent one is a royalty one where they’re like royalty but in their really prestigious and royal school they were academic rivals and did not get along and after school they like try to go their separate ways until a couple years later their parents force them into an arranged marriage for like the good of the country or whatever I don’t really care!! You can take it wherever you want from there but in case you were interested in mine he fell for her first and kinda gave up on the enemies thing pretty early on but she still made it clear he wasn’t her favourite person and she despised the situation and there is still constant teasing until she meets his sister or friend or whoever who says that they can’t believe how happy he is with them and she feels so bad because she thinks he deserves better and ends up being much meaner to him because she’s an idiot who can’t express her emotions and he gets angry at her because she’s being super mean after they were just starting to get along and they have a big argument and are forced to talk about their feelings and then I can never decide whether they actually like each other when they get married, I feel like either way is fun

I have a thing for royalty so my other one is literally just princess x stable boy and you can honestly take that wherever you want but I will tell you where I took it for some ✨inspiration✨ so I don’t have my drivers license and get really bad driving anxiety so I self projected and made her terrified of riding horses right (I’m so smart I know) and he is like trying to help her ride the horse and feel comfortable and like obviously they end up in love but I created drama because she sneaks out to his birthday party (!!) but his friends don’t like her because they just think she’ll be a snob but he obviously defends her but like it’s a perfect opportunity for a bit of an innocent princess as well

My personal favourite is the two co stars falling in love and like thinking about doing all those stupid interviews from like buzzfeed and all that and I personally love the trying foods from different places thing (like making them try fairy bread - because I’m from Australia and we aren’t that cultured and being mad when they don’t like it because it is my favourite food) and it’s great because i can make the guy any actor I am currently obsessed with 😭 but also like the red carpet opportunities and interviews and fan reactions and it’s very fun also this keeps my brain very busy because I like making it as realistic as possible and figuring out the actors timeline so I can match the story up with it, it’s always really intense, also if you want inspiration for what moving they’re staring in I always go for the live action version of tangled even if I don’t look anything like rapunzel

Another fun one is where one of them is in a band and you have a friend who is dating one of the other members but you don’t like the band and you’re not shy in letting the other members know that and it turns into an enemies to lovers thing but I haven’t really developed it because halfway through I ended up changing it with the fact that they befriend one of the members and like fall for them but the band member like ‘gets around’ and it makes them jealous until they drunkingly confess it made them jealous this one’s a bit of a mess and is tipping into a 2012 wattpad story but it was how I got back into my 5sos phase two years ago because I felt icky about them but I’m still a slut for Calum 😭

Another one I love is moving abroad to study or whatever (idk I just always need a reason to be in America/Uk because there’s no one here in australia) and you make friends with someone who turns out to be related to someone really famous (insert whoever you want) and you meet them and you think they’re the hottest person you’ve ever seen and you get drunk to gain confidence to talk to them and you’re like unashamedly flirting with them and they think it’s cute and you’re funny but the whole little plot twist is that you don’t know they’re famous (famous people love that, trust me, I have about 10 wattpad stories in my library that can prove this) !! And the don’t believe you don’t know they’re famous !! Anyways I took it in a sugar daddy direction but each to their own!

Specifically for Harry Potter though, you ask?

Currently I am obsessed with Regulus Black and for about the past two weeks I’ve been obsessed with the idea of James potter sibling x regulus black enemies to lovers story and then about a week ago I found an actually good wattpad story about it?!?! (I have recommended it here with warnings but I really encourage you to read it if you’re not a minor) but you can also do your own version because I am still doing my own version and will continue to do my own version tonight even if I am obsessed with the wattpad one !! Currently I am up to post Hogwarts and her and regulus are trying to defeat Voldemort and regulus tells her that Peter is going to betray James and so ofc she tells James but James is like ‘how to do you even know this??’ And he is so afraid and gets angry at her and it’s really dramatic and she tells him she’s dating regulus and then he gets super mad at her because she’s dating like one of the most well known and loyal death eaters (even if regulus is sneakily trying to destroy Voldemort) and because he didn’t tell her and it’s very dramatic

My favourite Sirius black idea is also a James potters sibling one, but I never have any good ideas for it and just end up self projecting so if anyone has any ideas, I am begging you, please tell me !!!

My other Sirius black one is one I’ve been working on for like the last 4 years of my life and I probably should write it but who knows, but basically it’s a 10 things I hate about you x Harry Potter story where reader is about a year or so older than the marauders and she is like Kat Stratford (for people who haven’t watched it the best way to describe her is just an angry early 2000s feminist who is like anti dating and fun (kinda)) but she is Lily Evans sister!! And so Lily gets fed up of James constantly asking her out and makes an offhand comment that she’ll date him when her sister goes on a date with someone and James is like really?!? And Lily is like ‘sure’ because she knows her sister will never date anyone at Hogwarts so James tells the marauders and Remus is like ‘if anyone can take her on a date, it’s Sirius’ and Sirius is like ‘no, I’m stupid but not that stupid’ and James is like ‘please I’ll pay you’ and Sirius is easily bribed so he tries to get her to go on a date with him and like she doesn’t until she does and then finds out he only did it because James paid him but then they fall in love? Basically just 10 things I hate about you lol

My next one is with Draco Malfoy and all it is is that reader comes from a pure blood family and they’ve known each other since they were babies and it’s like basically destined they get married but she gets like really upset when he gets the mark which makes for a good cuddling and crying scene and like idk people are probably more creative than me but I just like reimagining scenes from hp but with this new character so like Poa when she gets angry at him about buckbeak or the bathroom scene (maybe she duels Harry?) and she’s so upset about Draco and comforts him, or helping him in sixth year and comforting him or the quidditch scene in the fifth book (weird note, but I’ve always headcannoned that my original character finds out about dumbledores army but doesn’t say anything and like the da knows she knows but she doesn’t tell Draco or maybe Draco finds out and gets angry at her?)

My other one is another Draco malfoy one where James and Lily live and she’s Harry’s younger sister (and Voldemort isn’t a thing) but like there’s still stereotypes and beliefs and such and like it’s obviously enemies to lovers and maybe they get prefect duties together ? (I am a sucker for this trope in Harry Potter) but then when they do date they try to hide it but Harry finds out but doesn’t say anything until they get into a fight at home and he is like ‘well at least I’m not fucking Draco malfoy behind everyone’s back) (in my head they aren’t fucking because they’re still in Hogwarts but you get the idea) and James and Lily are just like ‘WHAT?!’ Like idk I just think it’s funny imagining James and Lily finding out their kid is dating Draco and Lucius and narcissus finding out Draco is dating a potter - so many possibilities!

Update 6.10.21

I also have one for Charlie Weasley !! And basically you’re friends with the twins and like you go your whole Hogwarts life with the biggest crush on Charlie but like he low key doesn’t even know who you are and you want to become a healer and then after Hogwarts there is a position in Romania and you take it because you know Charlie’s there and at first he is like hmmm I think I know you and you explain you’re friends with the twins and obviously he falls in love with you I also took it in a nsfw direction where it’s like major innocence kink because Charlie is just such a dom to me and he like teaches you everything but he makes sure you’re happy and safe and it’s not really like serious sex you’re both just having fun and he kinda introduces you to dom/sub dynamics but you can do whatever is most comfortable

#I’m probably going to regret posting this #it’s a mess #but let me know if you do actually use any of them and how you change the story #and please feel free to share some of yours because I am running out of scenarios 😭😭#scenarios

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jamilelucato · 3 years

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About him [Fred Weasley]

Pairing: Fred Weasleyx reader (Slytherin but brief mention)

Summary: [y/n] and Fred have always been friends because of their similarities, but after focusing on their differences they ended up missing each other a lot.

A/N: really slow burn except for the fact that I speed it up lol (gif is very much the ice cream shop scene)

Warnings: brief mention of p*rn but it's just for a joke really; and sadness at the very end, much much sadness

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[y/n] and Fred Weasley were classmates, and, even though they were from different houses (she was a Slytherin, he was a Gryffindor), they generally ended up in the same circles because they had a lot of friends and common and were purebloods.

They had lots of things in common, but they never really thought much of it or talked about it. Their pureblood families were seen with wicked eyes by the others because they were friendly towards muggles and muggles-borns, and curiously [y/n]'s mother worked in the same department as Fred's dad.

Fred silently understood [y/n], and she sympathized with him as well. But that was as far as their friendship went. They joked with each other and worked well together when assigned — except they were never alone or were clingy towards one another.

Therefore, it was no surprise (nor new) that Fred sat next to her, at the almost end of a party at Ravenclaw. Both had a drink in hand and were laughing at their friends' jokes. Suddenly, the big group divided itself into pairs that were talking together, and [y/n] saw herself in a position to make conversation with Fred.

"Where's George?" she politely asked him while sipping her cup.

He looked down at her — even sitting, it was clear he was taller.

"Honestly," his eyes were smiling, "I have no idea."

She half-smiled, half laughed, which was her usual reaction when speaking to Fred. He had a humorous way of expressing himself even when it was not funny.

"Aren't you worried?"

"With George? No," Fred chocked; with a raised brow. "He'll manage. Wherever he is."

"Probably with a girl," [y/n] said with a calm tone that surprised Fred.

He knew he and his twin had a reputation (perhaps even Dumbledore did), but he didn't expect little miss [y/n] to mention that with such naturality. He didn't know why it bothered him; was it because he hoped to preserve his image of a good boy or because it was her?

"Wait, what about you?" she asked, realizing he didn't say anything about George. "Where's your girlfriend?"

"Ex-girlfriend," corrected Fred in a huff. "We broke up last week."

[y/n] took a long while to stare at him, analyzing his features — the more she looked, the more concerned Fred got.

She didn't know about the news regarding Fred and Angelina, but she was nowhere near worried.

"Well, by the end of next week, you two will be together again," she shrugged, looking back at her drink.

"Not at all," Fred denied, moving his face.

"Come on, Fred," [y/n] lowered her hands, "you guys never last too much apart; at this point, it's almost annoying."

He stared at her, more shocked than before.

"You guys are always breaking up," she pointed out, this time with a sweeter tone, scared she was offending him.

"True," granted Fred, "but this time is for real."

"You said that last time," remembered [y/n], unable to hold her smile at the end of her sentence and making Fred smile too.

There was a pause before Fred decided to defend his point.

"I don't..." he swallowed. "Angie and I... we both know the relationship isn't going anywhere."

"Wow," [y/n] was surprised. They always talked about Fred's break-ups but never before had he said something like that. "You're serious."

Fred ignored her comment.

"George and I want to do something big, you know? And I need to be real about it, so might as well be serious about everything else."

[y/n] considered his comment. She knew it was his dream to open the joke shop. She also knew his parents were not very okay with that.

Another thing they had in common, she supposed. Her parents didn't support her dream of being an actress either. They were okay with her pursuing a career in the muggle world, but they did not want it to be acting.

"It's a good plan, you know, " she said, finally. "Just... don't lose your charm."

"Don't lose my charm, you say?" Fred smirked, getting closer to her, their legs touching each other in the small blue sofa of Ravenclaw.

"Not that charm," she said through her teeth, shoving him with her shoulder. But even when she hated him using his smirk with her, she ended up smiling. "I meant your drollery."

"Oh," he leaned back, the smirk fading. "I suppose that if Snape wasn't able to erase my joy, nothing can."

He was right, of course.

"And you, huh?" Fred asked, noticing that if he remained in silence, the conversation would die. "How's the porn acting career going?"

She pushed him again with her free hand this time, and he laughed it off. She was sure it hurt, though, because he remained to brush up and down his arm.

"I don't want to be a porn star, you creep," [y/n] hissed, but she wasn't that angry with his comment as she was leading him into thinking. "And I suppose it's going as slow as it can go when you are only sixteen and lives in your school."

"And have unsupporting parents," added Fred, tilting his head, feeling very clever with his suggestion. Until he looked at her and saw she was frozen. "Sorry, I didn't m...."

"You're right," she sighed, gulping her drink until she drank it all. Then, startling Fred, she started laughing, but it was nowhere near a desperate laugh as he expected. "Gosh, I just want to be over with school."

"Shocking enough, me too," agreed Fred, entering her cheerful mood with a smile of himself.

Two Years Later...

She avoided going to the Diagon Alley for various reasons, but the most important was to dodge encountering old classmates. But the Wizarding World was at the brink of war, and [y/n]'s mom insisted that her daughter should go out and buy everything they could need in case they had to go into hiding.

After hours of shopping, she left her parents at one of the stores and walked all by herself to the ice cream place, where she hoped to have a minute to sit down and breathe.

She was contemplating the busy streets, filled with workers and other wizards, all with the same desperate look her mom had on her face. She had noticed when Fred and George walked in the shop, but she hoped her well-placed table would be enough to hide her.

It wasn't.

"Oh, [y/n]!" shouted Fred, after taking the ice cream he chose with the attendant. He stepped in her direction, the expression in his face pure joy.

They had bumped into each other after school, but they always had other places to go and be, which left them with a chance only to say hi. But, seeing her, calmly, sitting with her ice cream, Fred thought it was the perfect chance to catch up with his long time friend.

"How are you?" he asked, smiling.

Noticing she had no escape, she pointed to the remaining empty chair at her table for him to sit and finally answered.

"Oh, you know," she shrugged. "Every day's crazier than the one before, and we never know how tomorrow is gonna be, so..." she dredged. "But I heard your shop is outstanding itself — congrats, Fred."

Fred only blushed because he didn't have time to comment on her praise since George appeared next to them, with his ice cream in his hands.

"Hi, [y/n]," he smiled, but his expression and tone were nowhere near the joy in Fred's.

"How are you, George?" she asked politely, noticing that she was braver to do small talk with George than Fred.

"Fine as one can be knowing Voldy's out there," answered the twin, his voice tone so standardized, it showed how many times had he answered that. "You do believe in his return, right?" he asked; suddenly, he remembered she used to be a Slytherin.

[y/n] pretended not to care when George suggested so easily otherwise, even though Fred, in front of her, seemed close to slapping his twin. She was used to other people's prejudice.

"Oh, I do," she said. "I'm with parents buying supplies, really but, right now, I just ran away from them."

"They're getting on your nerves?" asked Fred, quickly remembering their time in school when [y/n]'s mom used to send her letters almost every day.

[y/n] took in Fred's friendly and joking smile. She didn't realize she missed the twins. Missed Fred.

"My mom knows how to stress someone," [y/n] let out.

"Probably learned with ours," commented George, sighing playfully. Then he turned to his twin, "Fred, we gotta go; we can't leave Verity alone for too long."

Fred pressed his eyes shut with enormous force — he knew his twin was correct, but he didn't want to leave.

"Go ahead, George, I'll catch up," Fred said finally, avoiding [y/n]'s eyes, scared it would reveal that she did not want him there.

They were friends or at least used to be, and after school, they just lost touch. [y/n] pushed herself away from all her friends on purpose, and Fred didn't think he could be an exception. Besides, she spent most of her time in the muggle world, pursuing her career — which was no secret to the gossip of wizardly London that she was failing. She had yet to get any parts in any movies or plays, and the most prestigious families were saying all horrible things about her.

His own mother was one of the gossipers spreading rumours, but every time she said anything near Fred, he would jump at her, shutting her up.

"So..." she started saying and scratched her throat. "How's your family?" she asked finally. "I bet your mom doesn't complain about the joke shop anymore."

He smiled. It could be awkward between them sometimes, but it was pretty easy to fall into a comfortable flow.

"She doesn't, you're right," he laughed with his nose, pausing to take his ice cream. "And Ron is always asking us for money now."

"As he would," [y/n] smiled, remembering tenderly of the lovely Weasley family.

"And you? How's the career going?" he almost joked as he used to do, mentioning she was a porn star, but now that the rumours said she basically had no career, he was scared she had run to that option as her last resort. And who was he to judge?

"You mean acting?" she asked and puffed, playing with her ice cream. "I've given up on it not so long after I left Hogwarts."

"You're kidding."

"Nope," she sighed. "I tried, sure, 'cause I'm not that coward, but.. it was clear it wouldn't turn out to be anything. I'm always the weirdo at auditions, always saying something wrong... I thought watching tons of muggle movies would leave me as a great performer of the muggles' grimaces, but it sure didn't. Or simply just wasn't enough."

"I can't believe you quit," he said. "You craved it so much back at school."

"That's cause I didn't know what it really was like back at school," she sighed again. "They don't want me not even backstage."

"That can't be true!" Fred looked — and it probably was the first time [y/n] had seen him like that — a mix of angry and exasperation.

"Don't let it get over your head, Fred," she avoided his eyes. "I don't."

He stared at her, for a moment just the two of them and the silence.

"Besides, I'm working with my dad at his muggle bookshop," she shrugged. "You should stop by anytime. if there's someone that can make you read a book, and like it, it's my dad."

Fred still wanted to talk about [y/n]'s acting career but he understood the subject could still be sensitive to her.

"I doubt that," Fred let himself smile again.

They spent more minutes talking, picking up in all the subjects they could and then reliving old memories until Fred remembered he had to go back to work.

He got up, saying his goodbyes, while [y/n] stood there, her ice cream already eaten.

"See you, Fred," she said, her tone clear of her sadness.

Fred only took two steps before turning back at her. He pressed his hands in his pants pockets — a million feelings going to his head, most of them telling him to give up.

But he remembered how much he wanted to do that since Hogwarts, and with her, and only with her, he simply never gathered enough courage.

And that wasn't fair.

[y/n] deserved a chance with him as much as any girl. He deserved a chance with her as much as any guy.

"[y/n]," he swallowed, nervous as her eyes met his, "would you by any chance like to go out with me?"

"I'd love to!" she said, not even remembering she ever wanted to go out with him, but now feeling like that was all she ever craved.

Two Days Later...

The night had been exciting. Spending hours before a mirror, hoping for the best look had paid off, [y/n] noticed because Fred Weasley couldn't stop staring at her with big eyes.

They managed to talk a bit about everything, always having something new to add to their conversation. Even when they remained in silence, it wasn't bad. It was anxious but great.

And then he insisted on dropping her off, which only made her more nervous. She wanted to kiss him and she hoped so badly he enjoyed his night as much as she had so he would want to kiss her too.

At Hogwarts, she could not deny it, it had occurred to her kissing Fred. However, it was always when she was too drunk to manage a congruent thought or when her friends asked who of their friends she could kiss. But the fact is: they never did.

A corner of her mind wondered if she ever really did have a window with him back then, but school memories were all a blur in her mind. It seemed obvious now that she and Fred could match, but back then, not so much.

Fred was thinking the same. He liked her. He always did.

They knew each other before Hogwarts, and even if at first (she being a Slytherin and all) they were apart, their friendship rose so easily on their second year and managed to stay firm until the very end.

He remembered wanting to kiss her but it was never as bad as he wanted now, when he had her hand in his, and she was blushing simply because they were standing side to side.

And when he finally did, finally allowed his lips to touch hers — heavens — he could have died right then. It felt right. It felt good.

Fred had kissed many times before, but none felt as close to perfection as this time.

He pulled her in softly by her cheek, letting his lips simply brush against hers and she gasped, opening her mouth, desperate for more.

Then his hands were everywhere, and [y/n] was not reserved herself. She pulled forward, holding grasp of his hair, and it was unclear to determine who would let go first.

Perhaps never let go was a good solution. They both thought so.

One Year Later...

Fred Weasley lied before her, forever moveless.

She could not believe it.

She reached for his cold hands and squeezed, hoping her touch would be enough to reverse what was irreversible.

On both of her sides, there was a Weasley crying, desperate as much as her.

But the only one feeling as hollow as her, the only one that could compete as her sadness was George. No words were able to comfort.

Not right there, not at the burial ceremony, not at her empty apartment above the joke shop.

Everything reminded her of him.

They had been together for only a year, but he was her best friend before that. Somehow, when she played different scenarios in her head, she felt like she could have suffered more if they had stayed just as friends.

It was the latest memories the ones that hurt the most. She knew they were in danger when the war began, but both were not going anywhere, and Fred had hope.

Every night in hiding he would hold her against his bare chest and whisper that they were going to be okay. Sometimes he even joked she would get out of it with a movie deal about the Wizarding War.

[y/n] and George helped each other out of their worst moments, creating a friendship tighter than they had before. But, eventually, she knew that without Fred she did not belong in the joke shop building.

At Fleur's and Bill's wedding, Fred had made her promise she would try the film industry once again.

"You know," he said, whispering in her year while they slow danced, "your dad says you like to write. Perhaps you should write a script."

"Perhaps," she smiled. "But about what should the movie script be?"

"About me, of course," he joked.

How she wished he was there with her.

Walking in to deliver her first script.

About them.

About her.

About him.

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cherryyharryy · 3 years

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Harry misses yet another one of your daughter’s soccer games

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He’s just pulled up to your daughter’s soccer game. He’s a little pissed that you haven’t been texting him updates, and as he shuffles through the crowds of chatty parents, he sees you in the stands with one of the other moms.

His daughter waves to him from the field, thrilled her dad has made it to a game. Relieved all the big talk she gave her teammates before the whistle blew wasn’t in vain.

Harry’s attention is divided, emotions feeling like a criminal from last century who’s limbs are being pulled in opposite directions.

“Y/n.”

You push your sunglasses onto your forehead as you squint down towards the sound of your name. Your husband stands below the bleachers, arms crossed and lips sewn into a line.

“Can I talk to ya for a second?”

Once you awkwardly make your way to the gravel, Harry starts walking away, nodding for you to follow him out of earshot of some of the nosy parents. You feel like a child in trouble, embarrassed as he strides yards ahead of you, leaving you no option but to trail after him like a scolded dog.

“Glad you could make it.” You slip your glasses back down. “Hailee was asking if you were gonna show up this time.”

“Don’t start.” His voice is shrill and deep. The harder he tries to whisper, the more of a baritone he takes on, mooting his intentions. “It’s a damn good thing I made it. At least she’ll have one parent paying attention to her game.”

“Are you serious? You don’t actually have the nerve to try and accuse me of not being here—”

“I asked you for updates. But apparently you’re too busy talking to Meghan.”

“I’m sick and tired of sending you updates! You want updates? Come to a fucking game!”

“You think I don’t want to, y/n?” He takes a step closer, the flushed reaction of his anger visible through his summer tan. “You think I like being so fucking busy all the time I can’t make my own daughter’s soccer game?”

“Listen to me,” your glasses are off again, not that you can make eye contact with him not doing the same, “I don’t care how famous you are, I don’t care what songs you have to record, I don’t care if Jeff needs you. I don’t care if the studio burns down. You need to be here. You’re not getting this time back. Ever.”

He twists his mouth, and you can practically see his teeth biting through his cheek.

“You swore to me when I was pregnant that this—” you motion between him and the field back behind you, “would never happen. That no matter what, your family would come first.” You sigh, defeated and powerless, wishing he had more of an argument because then you wouldn’t have to accept the fact that you and Hailee have slowly been slipping into second place next to his career. “When was the last time we all had breakfast together?”

His fingers swipe beneath his glasses, and you know there’s no chance of getting a glimpse of the eyes you haven’t seen in so long. Really seen, up close with some kind of emotion other than work behind them.

“Fuck. Fuck I’m sorry.” He gasps and you take his arm, leading him even farther away from everyone. Praying no one’s been recording the rock star and his pregnant wife arguing at a little sprouts game. The headline writes itself. “M’so sorry baby.”

A part of you shrivels up, hating seeing him like this. Harry’s one of, if not the, most genuine person you know. And with that comes the pure self hatred he slips into every once in a blue moon, usually when he screws up. But everyone does sometimes; it’s how you make changes that really matters.

“Harry, darling,” you coax his hands away from his face, “she knows how much you love her. There’s so much you do for her, us. You try so hard to be in a million different places at once. And I think,” you suck in a breath, not liking your next point, “I think maybe you know you’ve been a little…distant. And instead of accepting that and correcting yourself…you take it out on others.”

With that he rips his glasses off. Eyes are veiny and bloodshot, and you wonder how he managed to make such a disaster with such little sound. He wants to argue. Wants to defend himself. But he comes up empty handed. You’re right.

You rest your hands on your seven month swollen belly, peering down as if you can see through the Ladybugs Team Mom t-shirt and right into your next little one’s eyes. “And we love you. And we probably don’t say that enough.”

“None of us do.”

Both of you stand in silence. It’s probably the most peaceful moment the two of you have shared in a long time. A soft breeze picks up and you subconsciously step closer to Harry; always the one to warm you.

“Come ‘ere.” You open your arms, accepting the fact that Harry’s not making changes alone, and do your best to wrap your arms around him to offer him some warmth.

He hums against your head, and you encourage him to hug you harder. He glances down at your stomach, raising a brow,

“We’re not gonna break.”

He smirks into a kiss on your forehead, secretly loving when you refer to you and your unborn as a pair. “I love you so much. All three of you. More than my life.” His words trickle into your ears, soothing and calming any lingering nerves.

“Me too. Even when you show up to a kid’s soccer game dressed like you’re vacationing in Italy.”

“You— ”

He’s cut off by a roar of cheers, both of you spinning around to see the stands you were sat in less than ten minutes ago packed with screaming parents. As the two of you get closer, you can hear your daughter’s name being chanted, prompting you to move quicker until you’re both at the fence.

“HAILEE!!” Harry shakes the fence, shouting even louder when his baby makes the winning goal. “THAT’S MY GIRL!!!”

It’s not thirty seconds until she comes bobbing up to you both, giant smile filling her tiny face. “Did you see me? Did you see me?”

You bend down as best you can, kissing her nose through the fence. “Yes baby we saw! You did amazing!”

“My little angel,” Harry praises, crouching down to meet her eyes. “Gonna have to teach your little sister how to kick that hard.”

The bustling of snack and photos and stripping off dirty socks before clambering into the back of your car feels as routine as ever. You set the air full blast and equip Hailee with a juice box and a Disney movie before shutting her door and turning to your husband.

“See you at home?”

“Yeah.” He kisses you, a full on, not suitable for public kiss, that has you melting into him. He hums and pries off, smirking at your flustered state. “She’s tired. Probably take a decent nap.”

“I have so much laundry to do…”

“The laundry isn’t gonna give you what I will.”

“And what’s that?”

Harry runs his tongue across his cheek, pleased with your challenging tone. He leans over, skimming his lips against your ear. “I’m gonna—”

The window starts to roll down beside you, revealing Hailee with a sticky face. “Can I have another?” She holds up her empty juice box and shakes it.

You waddle to the back of your car and grab a grape juice from the cooler, waiting till the trunk is shut before turning to Harry. “You have a meeting tonight.” The calendar on your fridge pops into your head, mostly filled with Harry’s schedule and Hailee’s activities.

He takes the juice box from you and pops the straw in, knowing if he doesn’t now, his daughter will spill all of it trying to get it in herself. “Already texted Jeff.”

“And?”

“And I’m home tonight.” He pulls you in once more, kissing you, this time more appropriate, although most of the parking lot had cleared out by now. “We’re gonna sit down this week and refigure a new timeline.”

“Oh, you and the band?”

“No, me and you.”

You look up at him, blinking away tears that you assure yourself wouldn’t be forming if you weren’t two months away from becoming a family of four. “I’ve missed you.”

“Me too. I promise this isn’t going to happen again.”

You stand up on your toes and kiss his chin. “I love you.”

#ok i posted this a few days ago but decided to make it more of a real blurb #official blurb?#idk #anyway i don't know anything about soccer #i am completely assuming it is played in summer #sports are boring lol #blurb #quickblurb #harry styles harry styles writing #harry styles writing #cherryyharryy

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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 3 years

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All your fault [Sirius Black x Reader] - Requested

Title: All your fault Pairing: Sirius Black x Gryffindor!Reader Word count: 1.9k Published: 16 February, 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Summary: Sirius’ boredom causes you to end up in detention. Or so you think, but he has a different perspective on the events and you clearly can’t find the golden middle. Request: [x] I have combined two requests. One from Tumblr and one from Wattpad. I took the liberty to change some things, but overall it’s the same.

“Hey Talented! Could you write a Sirius x Gryffindor!reader where the reader is jock with intense emotions and a chaser in Quidditch team? Also Is exceptionally talented at DADA and that make sirius jealous and turned-on too? please?” - @marauders-hogwarts

“Hey, I was just reading your marauders x reader one shots and I had an idea for one. Could you pls make one where Sirius gets into an argument with you and at the end grabs your hand to turn you around and abruptly smashes his lips against yours and asks you to be his girl. And the next day he comes up to you and tell you that ther is something wrong with your hand untill he picks it up and puts his own hand in yours and says that's better. Please? Thanks so much. I am a huge fan of your work.” - @Tamarakyra [Wattpad]

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Sirius Black had never been one to question things. He was very stubborn much to his professors’ dismay. Doing what he wanted regardless of consequences has become his personal motto. Swaying him seemed impossible, he always knew what he wanted, how he wanted it and when he wanted it.

However, on a rainy dull Saturday afternoon as he was watching you up in the air, flying across the quidditch pitch on your broomstick, your hair flat against your face, your uniform drenched in water, your eyes covered with a pair of goggles, something has changed within him. For a mere moment he felt as if time had stopped as you screamed at James for not being able to catch the snitch and win against Ravenclaw. His eyes focused only on you, even forgetting about the ongoing match.

The way you sat on your broomstick leaning forward to speed up, the way you tucked the quaffle under your arm and secured it, the sheer amount of energy you projected and the bold tone you used against his best friend all hit him right in the chest, forcing him to fall back onto the bench of the bleachers. He didn’t know where his sudden feelings came from, but the unexpected warmness filling him up from the inside made him smile at the simple sight of you. From then on, he knew the friendship you had has become more on his side.

You sat right beside Sirius at Defence Against the Dark Arts, doodling on the parchment in front of you as he kept nudging you, trying to get your attention.

“What now?” you asked for the 10th time in the past 10 minutes. “Perhaps you could focus more on the lesson. You need it more than I do,” you hissed angrily, feeling fed up with his childish behaviour.

“I’m bored,” he whined in a silent whisper.

“I can see that,” you scoffed as you drew another random pattern on your paper. Closing out the lesson, you focused completely on your drawing, finding it more interesting than whatever your professor was talking about. That was until Sirius started nudging you again.

“What now?” you hissed in anger, slightly raising your voice, but you quickly silenced yourself as you looked around, every pair of eyes focusing on you, including your professor’s. “I’m so sorry,” you apologised, hunching your back, trying to hide away from embarrassment.

“Since you have already graced us with your attention, why don’t you answer the question?” he asked in a pompous tone, clearly trying to make you feel even more awkward. However, as the new teacher, he couldn’t have known about your exceptional knowledge and talent on the subject. It took you a good second to recall the memory from the darkest and deepest part of your mind, before you were ready to answer.

“The Tongue-tying curse prevents people from being able to form a coherent sentence, therefore stopping them from being able to incantate further spells. Although Langlock its sibling curse also prevents people from being able to speak, in this spell’s case the tongue sticks to the roof of the mouth, whilst when using Silencio it causes the victim to be temporarily muted,” you explained proudly. The professor didn’t compliment you, nor did he scold you. He offered you a deadpan expression and cleared his throat.

Sirius snickered beside you with a proud grin across his face, knowing the professor didn’t expect your reply. Years ago, he would have told you off for being a know it all, but now he found it comical. He didn’t know if it was because his feelings had changed or because it was you who did it, but in the end it didn’t matter. You could have done anything and he would have supported you like a loyal puppy. At times he couldn’t even believe how easily affected he was by you.

“Khm- smartass,” you heard a cough from the side as Evan Rosier was trying to cover his words in an obvious manner. You were not one to let others walk over you nor did you plan to be one in that moment. You felt anger bubbling up inside you, the boy’s mere presence irritating you.

“Let me show the spell in practice, professor,” you grinned proudly as he turned around with a shocked expression across his face, ready to stop you in mid-spell. However, he was slower than he wished to be and before he could have said anything, the word left your lips. “Silencio,” you lifted your hand and pointed your wand at the boy, watching as he grabbed his throat, desperately trying to speak, gaping like a fish, but no words leaving his mouth.

Sirius watched as the scenario unfolded in front of him. His initial surprise quickly disappeared as he saw a smirk appear across your face, pure pride taking over your stance. He always admired your can-do attitude and bold personality, possibly one of the reasons you have been such good friends. He wasn’t lacking any of those personality traits, but when he saw you standing up for yourself, being strong and independent, it just drove him crazy. It made him feel like there was an invisible string between the two of you, pulling him closer and closer to you.

Since he realised his own feelings for you, he was watching every little move of yours, trying to protect you from everything and anything that could possibly hurt you. But before he could ever intervene and show you how much he cared for you, you took care of it, proving once again how independent you were. He didn’t mind though, he loved the strength you harboured, he just wished to be able to show you that you could rely on him.

You watched as the professor rushed up to Rosier, pulling his wand out of the inner pocket of his robe and quickly using the counter spell on him, before rushing up to your table, his index finger pointing right between your eyes. “Detention! How dare you? Detention after classes!” he shouted at you, veins popping on the side of his neck and temple, his face turning red in anger. If he had time, he would have probably embarrassed you in front of the whole class, but as the bell rang, indicating the end of your class, he had no choice, but to let you go.

Quickly collecting your belongings, you hurried out of the classroom with Sirius right behind you, calling your name relentlessly as you were about to cross the Courtyard.

“What do you want?” you asked angrily as you halted. You didn’t want to sound rude, being around Sirius was the highlight of your day, but at that moment he was a pain in your backside.

“Woah, calm down,” he gestured with his hands, but if anything, it made you angrier.

“Calm down? Calm down? It was all your fault to begin with. If you didn’t nag me about being bored, I would have kept drawing and kept my mouth shut. But you just couldn’t find anything better to do so you decided to get on my nerves and now of course it’s me who has to go to detention,” you rambled, annoyed, trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself.

“Okay, I accept that I was nagging you, but I didn’t curse my classmate,” he scoffed with a hidden smile in the corner of his lips.

“It’s not funny! If you didn’t nag me, the professor wouldn’t have questioned me, which means Rosier would have never insulted me, hence the reason you are at fault,” you groaned as you turned around and started walking away.

“Hey, stop already,” he whined, but you didn’t halt your steps, if anything, you sped up. “I’m sorry,” he tried to break the ice, but it seemed to just fire you up even more. You turned on your heel, stopping right in front of the boy.

“Sorry? That’s it? You just have to say sorry and I’m supposed to forget about it?” you scoffed in disbelief. “You must be joking,” you looked up at him in clear astonishment, but after seemingly waiting for an eternity Sirius still didn’t reply.

He wanted to, he was about to defend himself, but as he watched you getting worked up about such a minor issue, at least minor for him, he could only think about how adorable you looked when you were upset. Not that he ever wanted to see you angry or sad, but for some reason it just caught his eyes that instead of being threatening, you seemed as if you were slightly pouting.

You groaned, annoyed as the silence grew between the two of you and a small smile started appearing on Sirius’ face. “I hate you!” you shouted at him as you left him behind, stomping across the Courtyard, heavy and loud steps following you.

“Do you?” he shouted after you, silently chuckling, finding your behaviour quite funny and somewhat cute.

“I do!” you replied sulking, your steps becoming quicker.

Sirius couldn’t just let you walk away, he jogged after you and grabbed your wrist, halting your steps, pulling you back against his chest. For a second even the air stuck in your lungs as you realised how close you were to him, his breath fanning your face, his pink lips almost touching yours. You were completely engulfed by his aura, his warm hold on your wrist sending shivers through your body as his other arm sneaked around your waist.

You could swear he felt your dangerously racing heart against his chest, your lips quivering in anticipation, wanting nothing but to feel his mouth on yours. As if he could read your mind, he leaned closer and closed the gap between the two of you, kissing you slowly, sensually. You expected him to be slightly aggressive, maybe dominating, but his kiss was more passionate, gentle instead, causing you a delightful surprise.

“Why?” you breathed against his lips as you parted, your eyes still closed, completely lost in the moment.

“Because I wanted to do it for a long time,” he whispered.

“Why would you?” you chuckled awkwardly. He was always your closest friend and now that you kissed, knowing the friendship you have had was gone, you didn’t know what to do.

“Do I really need to say it?” he scratched the back of his neck, pulling a face, feeling embarrassed about the words you waited for so impatiently.

“If you don’t say it out loud, how do you expect me to understand?” you questioned, and Sirius knew how right you were.

“I- khm,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. “I- I have liked you for a while,” his words were silent and unsure, making you question it.

“Are you sure?” you asked, making him feel even more awkward.

“Of course, I’m,” he groaned, slightly sulking. “It’s just not easy to say.”

“Is it easier if I say I like you too?” you giggled happily, watching as his embarrassed expression slowly changed into a proud grin.

“I knew it, I felt it,” he chuckled happily, earning a deadpan look from you as you slapped his chest gently, before your lips curved into a small smile.

“Right, you did,” you scoffed as you peeled his hands off you and started walking to your next class with a hidden smile in the corner of your lips.

“Wait, wait,” he called after you as he tried to catch up to you.

“What now?” you asked, rolling your eyes as Sirius joined beside you.

“There’s something wrong with your hand,” he stated with a deep frown. You looked down at your hand, lifting it up, looking at it curiously, turning it up and down, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

“What do you mean? It seems alright to me,” you replied in confusion, but you couldn’t take a closer look at it as Sirius took it in his hand, interlocking your fingers.

“Now, it’s better,” he grinned playfully, making you giggle.

“Sirius Orion Black, you have a horrible sense of humour,” you scoffed, but you couldn’t fool him. He knew his little joke made you happy and even if it didn’t, the warm feeling of each other's touch, your small hands engulfed by his big palm made up for his silly joke.

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lunarfly · 3 years

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Ok so I decided to finally post the promised: defending Romione (🥺💗💕💖💞💘) against Dr*mione (ಠಿ_ಠ) shippers.

So I've read a few posts about Dr*mione shippers, talking about why their ship is amazing (which had nothing to do with canon btw) and bashing Ron (for no reason) and I'm literally shaking out of anger.

Here are my thoughts:

1. "Ron is too dumb for hermione"

Stop- Just-

Stop.

RON IS NOT DUMB.

Yes, he might not be very interested in school subjects, but 👏 that 👏 doesn't 👏 mean 👏 he 👏 is 👏 dumb 👏.

He is actually very smart! He beat McGonagall's chess game, he is logical and quick-thinking. There's MANY examples of this that I won't name right now, but it's a canonical fact. Ron. Is. Not. Dumb.

And consider he was dumb. So? Would that stop Romione from happening? NO! Hermione didn't mind Ron not being smart. She was just upset that Ron was lazy and wouldn't study anything until the last minute. She wanted to get both Harry and Ron to study according to a schedule.

Is it clear? Intelligence doesn't determine love.

**And this is something that confuses me. This doesn't have anything to do with the point, but why does nobody realize that Harry isn't much smarter than Ron? Yes, he was better at DADA but that requires TALENT, not intelligence. And I'm pretty sure we all know that Ron is talented as well (hopefully everyone realizes that). Nobody uses the fact that Harry wasn't intelligent against Harmione, but everyone uses the fact that Ron wasn't intelligent against Romione. The double standards tear apart the fandom.

2. "Ron bought hermione perfume and Draco could get her something better."

Soooo, you're saying that just because Ron didn't have the money that Draco had means that Hermione didn't deserve Ron?

Wow, this just says a lot about you dr*mione shippers. You only care about the money that Draco has, not his personality. You don't like Ron because he's poor (and I know how FanFics give the "kind Draco" Ron's canon personality so the only "problem" with Ron is his looks and lack of money). And you don't see Hermione nor Ron the way they are. This "point" of yours is literally stating that Hermione should be a gold-digger and get Draco because he can get her the expensive presents that she deserves. Yikes.

3. "Draco can understand the emotional side of Hermione while Ron can't."

Wait

What?

WHERE DO YOU GET THIS IDEA FROM-

Draco is only EVER concerned about his own self, he is a NARCISSIST. He would NEVER care for someone (let alone Hermione) as purely and truly as he cared about himself. He didn't even care about Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson etc. He was selfish. The only reason he could express his emotions was because he had to go through a lot since he realized that killing Dumbledore wasn't as easy as bullying Hermione. This would never ever work.

And even if Ron didn't understand her as much, he STILL comforted her. Take the beginning chapters of The Deathly Hallows as an example. You'll see.

4. "Ron is too immature."

I need help.

Of course Ron was immature when he was 11!! Yes, he acted immaturely many times, yes, he made many mistakes, but guess what? He changed! He changed for Hermione!! Draco didn't change at all, not for Hermione, nor for anyone else. He remained the same bratty bully.

If you could reread the books and read prisoner of azkaban vs deathly hallows, you will definitely see how much Ron has matured. He doesn't argue with Hermione anymore, he comforts her, he's there for her. Yes, he made a mistake but he was manipulated by the horcrux! We don't blame Ginny for what tom riddle's diary made her do, do we? So stop blaming Ron!

Anyways, I think if dr*mione shippers have read the books, they'll know what I'm talking about when I say Ron changed for Hermione. I honestly don't know how you could miss Ron's character arc.

5. "Ron would be jealous of the brilliant Hermione."

What?

If I remember correctly, the reason Draco bullied the trio was because he was jealous of them. His jealousy turned into a 7 year torture for the trio and now you're saying that Ron is the jealous one? Please.

But anyways, Ron has been jealous of Harry and has made a few mistakes. But there are reasons behind them and I can defend him for each of these with arguments other than "everyone makes mistakes" (cough cough* Draco stans* cough cough).

First of all, Ron has admitted being jealous of Harry's fame because he lives with 5 older brothers who outshine him. But that's not really a mistake because he never let it get in his way. There were only 2 situations in 7 years when he left Harry out of jealousy but I think these have different explainations.

No1 Ron left in goblet of fire. I think the real reason that Ron let his jealousy get in his way this time, was not only because Harry got to participate in the tournament which could bring him eternal glory, but more likely because he was disappointed that his own best friend didn't even tell him that he was entering and didn't even help him participate (which wasn't true, but Ron thought so back then).

No2 Ron left in deathly hallows. This one was 100% because of the horcrux and I think we should all accept this by now and stop hating on Ron for being affected by dark magic.

And just like that, Ron never let his jealousy get in his way of friendships. I can't think of a situation where Ron is jealous of the brilliant Hermione so if you remember, please let me know so I can argue against it. <3

6. "Ron and Hermione would break up and remain friends, it's easy to imagine because they didn't have a strong relationship."

This was actually said, someone actually said this-

I'm just going to say that Ron and Hermione are happily married to this day (which definitely proves that their relationship is strong) and give the dr*mione community a moment of silence.

7. "Ron didn't do anything for Hermione and was just a jerk."

Coming from a person who has read and reread the books multiple times, I can assure you that Ron did many things for Hermione.

Of course, he was immature at first, he was mean to her, but slowly he started seeing more of the good in Hermione and started changing for her.

And even when he was immature, he still cared about Hermione and would protect her no matter what.

Let's remember how many times rubbish Ron stood up for Hermione against the brilliant bully Draco. 🥰

Let's remember how cowardly Ronald faced his fears of spiders to help Hermione (and the rest of the school, just how jerkier can he get?). 🥰

Let's remember how ridiculous Ronniekins stood up for Hermione against sensational Snape and got himself into detention (oh yes, this is the book version of the movie moment where Ron agrees with Snape about Hermione being an 'insufferable know-it-all'). 🥰

Let's remember how rotten Ronny comforted Hermione when she was worried about Hagrid and Buckbeak (and he even let her hug him and cry on his shoulder, how rude). 🥰

Let's remember how revolting Ronald sacrificed himself to save Harry and Hermione in the chess game. 🥰

Let's remember how horrendous Ron attempted to hex Draco when he used a slur that was meant to offend Hermione. 🥰

Keep in mind that all of these were done when Ron was still immature and still argued a lot with Hermione.

And these aren't even all.

8. "Ron and Hermione have a loveless marriage."

What the-

I'm sorry, I'm trying to be respectful here but this is crap. And the fact that the person said they also had "proof" from the c*rsed ch*ld but didn't want to spoil it-

As much as I hate the c*rsed ch*ld, I can tell you that it did its job portraying Ron and Hermione's unconditional love. Even in alternative realities, where they didn't get married, they were still in love.

And why would you even think that Ron and Hermione would marry and have kids if they didn't love each other? I need explainations.

Next.

9. "Ron never listens to Hermione."

I'm sorry, what? I'm genuinely confused??

What do you even mean by this? Yeah, they used to argue a lot, and? Ron thinks Hermione is brilliant and wonderful and he follows her advice. I can't recall a moment where Ron won't listen to Hermione, doesn't agree with her and ruins her plans. Anyone else?

Since this one is a big mess and a confusion, I'll move on to the next one until someone explains the points and arguments.

10. "Draco could make Hermione laugh while Ron couldn't."

....

Do I really need to say anything for this one?

Ron was the funniest one from the trio, that's why Harry enjoyed his company so much! Don't you remember the line in goblet of fire where Harry thinks about how much he misses having Ron as his best friend, because without him there's less fun and less laughs? I do.

But what I don't remember is finding Draco's sense of humor funny. I'm sorry but his intellectual level is almost as low as Crabbe and Goyle's. His insults are none other than Potty and Weaselbee, he only got 3 O.W.L.s and all of his jokes were stupid and dumb and their only purpose was insulting people he was jealous of.

These fanfics have rotten people's brains...😬

Anyways, I'm going to stop here. I've delayed this post for very long and I'm so excited to finally post it!

I read a book on wattpad by a dr*mione shipper and it was nothing but a giant headache. That's where I got all of these statements from. Most of the garbage in the book revolved around Draco and Hermione being inseparable and getting over all obstacles (wth) and other stupid stuff like that which really annoyed me. The book was called "why we love dr*mione" and it was by Bittenwizard. You can read and enjoy! Trust me, you'll have lots of content to post about after that 🤠👍

*I always try to be respectful to all ships, but sometimes some of them really anger me because the ships are either toxic or the arguments are plain trash. I'm sorry if I offend anyone.

Thank you for reading this. If you're a dr*mione shipper, I hope I've convinced you to give up the ship or come up with better arguments for it.

If you're an anti-dramione I hope you enjoyed the post. I'll delight you with more anti-toxic-ships content. :)

Thank you once again! <3

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writing-red · 4 years

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The Silver Letter | 1

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: It’s their sixth year, Draco and the reader are placed in an arranged marriage by their pureblood families, expected to follow through they navigate their feelings for each other amongst the many other social pressures at Hogwarts.

Warnings: PARENTAL ABUSE! (verbal & physical) murder, and cussing. I am serious these themes are heavy-handed, don’t read something that’s going to hurt you okay?

Word Count: 2.9k

“Ooh, a letter from your mum? What’d you do to disappoint her this time?” Ron asked in between bites of his eggs at the sight of the silver envelope bearing your family crease.

“Being friends with you, Weasley is enough to disappoint any mother,” you teased back despite the lump of anxiety in your throat; letters from home were never a good thing.

You come from a line of influential, elitist, purebloods. All Slytherins, of course, and all married for status, never for love. Your parents stood with the Dark Lord in the last war, and stand with him now. When you were sorted into Gryffindor your first year, you expected to be disowned. Instead, you were just a stain on your family’s pristine reputation. You were simply a disappointment, but being that your brother was dead, you were your families’ last hope to continue the family line.

Now, you had been friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione since your first year, and the four of you were inseparable. They knew everything about you, from your favorite sweet to the grotesque details of your family’s abuse. They cared for you more than anything, as you cared for them.

“Do you want me to read it for you?” Hermione offered, noticing your hesitation at the sight of the silver envelope.

“No ‘Mione, it’s okay but thank you,” you said and broke the seal. “At least it isn’t a howler.”

Darling Y/n,

I have incredibly exciting news!

As you know, your Father and I have desperately been trying to salvage your reputation ever since you fell in with that crowd of mudbloods and bloodtraitors. Luckily for you, we have found a way to do so.

Despite your abhorrent behavior at school, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy have kindly agreed to an arranged marriage between you and their son Draco Malfoy whom you should know from school. He is a proper pureblood, and from what I have heard, a respectable young man.

Our families’ blood status and our standing in the community and with the Dark Lord secured this marriage. Do not ruin it with your childish behavior and silly ‘ideals’ as you know, they do not stand in our household.

This is your last chance to make things right with us. Neither your Father nor I will hear of any debate on the topic. Do not make the wrong decision; it could be your end.

The wedding shall be this summer after the two of you return from school. I suggest you spend this year getting to know your future husband, not getting into trouble with Harry Potter and his gang. It is time you start taking some responsibility for yourself and your actions Y/n.

We will see you home for Winter Holiday.

Signed,

Layah Y/l/n

You didn’t realize how long you were staring at the letter until Harry waved his fork between your face and the paper which had grown incredibly heavy in your hands.

“Are you alright Y/n/n? What does it say?” Harry asked gently, assuming the worst whatever that may be.

“They’ve put me in an arranged marriage with Draco Malfoy,” you whispered, shocked by the words that left your lips.

“You’re joking,” Ron deadpanned.

“Why in Merlin’s name would I joke about something like that, Ronald?” You seethed.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” He paused. “What’re you gonna do?”

“I don’t know,” you said and passed the letter to Hermione so that she could read it. “Just, for now, please don’t tell anyone, I don’t want everyone talking about this.”

“Of course,” Harry said. “We’re here for you, Y/n.”

“Thanks, Harry.”

“Y/l/n.”

The voice came from behind you, and it startled you. He sounded stern. You turned around to find that the voice that belonged to Draco Malfoy.

“Malfoy,” your voice was shaky despite your attempt at masking your panic.

“We need to talk.”

“Not here,” you said as you looked around at the third-years who were already staring.

“Of course not here, I’m not daft Y/l/n. We’re going on a walk,” He left no room for negotiation in his voice. You were going on a walk.

You rose, leaving your breakfast uneaten and the letter with Hermione. “I’ll see you all later.”

“Let’s go,” Draco said through his teeth.

He grabbed your wrist tightly as you stepped over the long bench in an attempt to rush you. His grip brought a sharp pain to your wrist, but you didn’t want to cause a scene so you exited the Great Hall without a word to the man at your side. It wasn’t until you were outside the castle that you ripped your wrist from Draco’s grip.

“Don’t ever grab me like that again. You understand, Malfoy?” You were still afraid and confused, but that didn’t mean he could treat you however he pleased.

“I’m sorry, I just-” you cut him off.

“I know it’s sudden and confusing, but we both knew an arranged marriage was coming. I just always figured I’d end up with Zabini or Nott,” you understood what he was trying to say, the two of you were an unlikely pairing. “Look, I don’t fancy the idea of marrying you either, Draco, but I don’t have a choice. I don’t have the luxury of parents who care about my wellbeing. I know you don’t like me, you’ve made that plenty clear over the past six years, but this arrangement means more than you think,” As far as you could tell, Malfoy’s were pure. They didn’t abuse and harm their children. They were just the perfect pureblood family, and Draco was their stuck-up, privileged silver boy.

“I’m sorry, loving?” He asked which piqued your curiosity, that’s what he got from that?

“Yes, I said loving, why?” You responded.

Draco scoffed, “Just because I’m not a bloodtraitor doesn’t mean my parents treat me with unconditional love Y/l/n.”

“I’m just a Gryffindor, I couldn’t have controlled that Draco,” you said through gritted teeth; why were you defending yourself to him?

“A Gryffindor who’s friends with a Weasley, a mudblood, and Harry Potter. That was a choice. You want your parents to be nicer to you? Stop being a fuck-up,” He said, acting exactly like the bully you had known all these years.

“So, this is why you wanted to talk? So you could bully me?” you said, you were unintentionally raising your voice.

“It’s your fucking fault we’re talking about this!” Draco matched your tone and volume, getting in your face and under your skin.

“Why did you bring me out here, Draco?” You asked, stepping back and crossing your arms over your chest.

“So we can figure this out,” he said, frustrated, as he ran his hand through his striking platinum blond hair.

“What is there to figure out? Are you going to go tell your mother this isn’t going to happen? That you’d rather be in an arranged marriage with some other pureblood because you don’t like me? You know that isn’t going to happen, Draco. We’d both ought to figure out how to live with this because it isn’t going away.”

“My mother said that I should try and befriend you, that it was my best chance at having a decently happy marriage,” he said under his breath.

His statement caused you to roll your eyes, “Oh well, I’m glad your mother cares about your happiness.”

“What’s with all of the snide remarks about my family?” He asked.

“Do you remember my brother Draco, William?”

“Of course I do, I’m sorry he went the way he did, he was a great man,” he said respectfully

“Yes, a great man who was murdered by his Father for ‘betraying his family’ and doing what’s right. William didn’t die from any accident, Draco, my Father killed him,” you said in a flat tone.

“You can’t know that Y/n,” he said, trying to reason his way out of what you were proposing.

“He did it in front of me and my mother, Draco. In the sitting room in the Manor. Why do you think they were so cold at the funeral, why they never speak of him, why he disappeared from the family tree and every single family portrait? He made the wrong choice, he was a stain on the family image, and he had to be removed. They won’t be afraid of doing that do me.” Red hot tears were leaking from your eyes, not from fear but from frustration. Frustration and anger that Draco couldn’t understand. With that, you pulled off your robe, letting it drop onto the grass below, your red and gold tie following along, and started unbuttoning your shirt.

“Woah, Y/n, what are you doing?” Draco asked, startled by you stripping right outside of the castle.

You pulled your shirt off and turned around, revealing a myriad of scars. Some were clearly fresh, the skin raised, red and angry, while others could have been there for years as they had started resting into your skin, some even beginning to fade. Only Hermione and William had seen them. Harry and Ron knew of them, and your parents had created them. You never planned on showing your scars to Draco Malfoy, especially not now. But you were compelled to prove a point, to show him what they put you through every day, so, here you were, with your arms over your chest and your bareback to Draco Malfoy.

You could feel his eyes scanning your back, and it was so quiet you could nearly hear his thoughts, “Y/n put this on,” he said after a long moment, tossing you his Slytherin jumper, and picking up your school robes off of the ground.

You caught it and threw it on over your head, turning back to face him. The two of you were closer, and this time when he put his hand on your arm, it wasn’t out of malice, you could even describe it as gentle.

“I’m sorry, alright? I’m still in shock, and, well, Y/n, you’re not the only one with scars, okay? Now we’re going to make this work. For both of our sakes, I don’t know what that means right now, but I’m sure we’ll figure it out, anyways I-” He stopped as if he was censoring himself.

“You what? Draco?” You had no clue why he suddenly stopped.

“Nothing, just nothing, okay?” He was hiding something

“Alright,” you said, not wanting to push things

“Now, did your letter say anything about the winter holiday?” He asked, starting to walk back towards the castle, indicating for you to join him.

“Just that I’m expected home,” you answered.

“I showed him the scars,” you said to Hermione, sitting on her bed in your dorm room.

It wasn’t until after dinner that you had the opportunity to tell your best friend everything. After your walk with Draco ended, you had potions, after which came DADA, and so on. You hadn’t the opportunity to even think about the tumultuous morning.

“How’d he react?” She asked, utterly shocked.

“I honestly don’t know, the whole thing was so weird. He was almost kind about it, it was like speaking to a different person,” you said.

“It didn’t look that way when the two of you left breakfast,” she said, referencing his tight grip.

“He was confused like I was, we both got vague letters deciding our fates.”

“Don’t start making excuses for him Y/n,” Hermione shook her head. “He didn’t just change overnight, and he clearly wasn’t being all that nice.”

“Of course! I’m not trying to make excuses, but Hermione, the whole interaction was so different, I don’t know what to think.”

She nodded, “I’m sorry, I’m just worried for you.”

You appreciated the concern and nodded. “Thank you, and I’m worried as well, I just don’t know what for yet.”

“Of course, I’m really sorry that this is how the year is starting.”

“Hey, it isn’t us if it’s an easy term,” you said in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“That’s true,” she said and smiled, sadness still lacing her voice.

“I’ll be alright, Hermione, I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am,” you said as she pulled you into a tight hug.

Draco had always known he’d end up in an arranged marriage of sorts, but he always assumed he’d have some say or warning. However, that morning his family owl arrived with news he hadn’t expected. At the head of the Slytherin table, Draco had the privacy to read the letter without bother.

Dearest Draco,

I know that this feels sudden, but your Father and I have news.

We have been corresponding with the Y/l/n family for some time now, and have come to the agreement that you and Y/n Y/l/n shall be married next summer. Y/n is in your year, I am sure you know her. She may not have the best history, but she comes from an important family in favor of the Dark Lord. This marriage will hopefully prove advantageous for your Father, and for yourself. The Dark Lord himself has approved it.

As your Father says, ‘Being a Malfoy means power, a power that needs to be cultivated, and strengthened with every generation.’ This, Draco, is part of your duty as a Malfoy.

While arranged marriages feel antiquated and stuffy, I admit they do not have to be loveless. Y/n is a passionate young woman, and should you put the effort in, I am sure the two of you could grow close. I would recommend befriending her and getting to know her before the wedding. That is your best chance at a loving marriage.

We shall be spending Winter Holiday at Malfoy Manor with the Y/l/n’s planning the wedding, so please do not make other plans.

Love,

Mother

Draco had to read the letter three times to even begin to understand the sharp turn his life just took, the change that took place with only one letter.

“Dray!” Pansy’s shrill voice cut through his thoughts. “What’re you reading, baby?”

“One, my private affairs are none of your business Parkinson. Two, and we have talked about this, we are not together. Understood?” His words cut her, as they were intended. With that, he rose from his seat and scanned the Gryffindor to find you. Of course, you were with Potter, Granger, and Weasley, you always were. It’s like the four of you were attached at the hip. Without a second look to his housemates and friends, he made his way over to you.

Draco always knew your family was far from kind, but he never knew your Father was cruel enough to kill his own son. The scars on your back, the ones that matched his, jabbed at the soft spot in his heart for you. The soft spot that had has always been there. Memories of you surfaced as he thought of the scars racing around your back. Being young and running around the gardens at Malfoy Manor, desperately dodging the peacocks who were not afraid to bite. Seeing you at society events with your Father’s iron grip on your shoulder, and a corset tied far too tightly. The dark bags steadily under William’s eyes despite his cheery demeanor, and his overprotective glance that was always on you. The shift in your posture when any authority figure entered the room or how you would wince at sudden movements or sharp noises. It all suddenly made sense, and Draco’s little crush on you grew even more. He also abruptly had an instinct to protect you and care for you.

At the same time, he knew the two of you disagreed, that you wanted out of the blood-purity culture entirely, that you had far more radical ideas than he, and that the two of you respectfully surrounded yourself with very different people. Your heart was kinder than his; the abuse you’d gone through strengthened you, while it beat him into submission.

Instead of reaching out with love and kindness, Draco did precisely what was done to him. He bullied and hurt people who he was taught were lesser than him. He became a Death Eater, and he would soon be a murderer.

Part 2 - The Red Bottle

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lauras-collection · 3 years

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So I was hoping an angsty one with happy ending, Mobster Tom Holland arranged married to reader. He doesn't like her, refuses to talk to her, is bad boy and so much angsty, ignoring her etc etc but when he's shot she's there by his side when no one else is and he realizes how nice she is and apologies, but she makes him win her trust and love. And then a happy ending. Sorry of it's too detailed and long 😅

~clearing out my inbox, please don’t send any more requests~

Okay, so this request was elaborate enough to make a whole series from it :D I picked the being shot scene to write because it seems like a key scene? Anyway, sorry for the long wait and I hope you like it :)

Ps.: this is my first time writing mob!tom. it was a lot of fun so thank you for requesting that :)

Warnings: angst, blood, guns, being shot, thinking about a possible death? (let me know if there’s anything else I should mention)

This was supposed to be an easy job. In and out. But somewhere along the way, things had gotten out of hand. Tom’s got the suspicion that there’s a rat among his men. Someone who gave information to the rival.

The merchandise he’d planned to steal was nowhere to be seen. They’d taken it some other place before he got there.

Tom curses under his breath, then everything happens so quick he can’t even plan his moves the way he usually likes to.

Shots ring through the empty warehouse, the men who’d accompanied him immediately pulling their guns, firing back. But it’s already too late. Tom’s been hit. Startled, he places his hand over the wound in his side. You told him time and time again, to wear a bulletproof vest. But he’d refused. How would that look to his opponents? Besides, he’d rather get shot than do anything you tell him to.

“Tom? You alright?” Harrison calls out over the gunshots and Tom finds himself nodding. He needs to do something. So he pulls out his gun as well, firing off shots, blinking as he tries to focus on the people ducked behind steel pillars. He’s behind one as well, he doesn’t know if he’d still be alive if he wasn’t.

“We need to get out of here!” Someone shouts, it sounds like Harry but Tom can’t be too sure. Tom doesn’t want to leave, doesn’t want to admit defeat. But he’s still clutching his side, blood covering his hand, and his sight is starting to go fuzzy.

“C’mon. Let’s get moving!” Is the last thing he hears before he loses consciousness.

Despite Tom being a grade-A asshole to you most of the time (whenever he’s not ignoring you, that is), you still worry about him. He’s your husband after all, even if you didn’t choose to marry him. You know that deep down he has a heart. It’s just surrounded by thick concrete walls that had built up over the years of being the heir to one of the most powerful mobs in London.

Your marriage was a means to bring his clan ahead. Your family had been involved with the Hollands for decades, your marriage was planned even before you were born. There really hadn’t been anything you could’ve done about it. The fact that Tom had a deeply rooted hatred towards you didn’t deter either of your parents.

You’re arm candy most of the time, only accompanying Tom whenever there’s a public event he has to attend, and it frustrates you beyond belief. So you’re left worrying at home any time Tom goes out to defend or expand his territory. It’s not like you really want to stand in the line of fire. But you’d appreciate being seen as more than just the mousy wife who stays at home because that’s not who you are.

The front door crashes open all of a sudden making you jump up from your place on the sofa. Several voices are urgently talking and you can’t quite make out what they’re saying.

When you finally make it to the hallway you watch as Harrison and Sam carry Tom up the stairs on a makeshift stretcher. He’s covered in blood, his face pale. Your heart sinks into your stomach at the sight. Yes, you’ve been worried about him getting hurt, but you never expected it to ever actually happen. Tom has always had this invincible aura around him. Like nothing could harm him. But now he’s laying there, covered in his own blood, barely conscious.

“What happened?” You finally manage to ask. The question isn’t directed at anyone in particular, you just hope you’ll get an answer. You follow them upstairs to the bedroom you’re supposed to share but you’ve been the only one sleeping in the bed. Tom often spends the night in his office or the living room. It’s like he can’t stand to be close to you. They lay Tom on the neatly made bed and you hear Tom groan out in pain.

“Someone must’ve told on us” Harrison explains in a rush. “The merchandise was gone and they were waiting for us. They started shooting as soon as we got there. Tom got hit”

“I can see that!” You shriek. Your hands are shaking, eyes burning with tears as you watch Harry fuss around with Tom’s clothing. What if the bullet hit any vital organs? What if Tom doesn’t make it? The thought scares the shit out of you.

“The doctor’s gonna be here any minute now. Can you go and wait for him downstairs?” Harrison asks and you know that’s his way of giving you an out, an opportunity to catch your breath and comprehend the situation. But you can’t.

“I’m not leaving him!” You insist, making everyone’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. It’s not a secret that your marriage isn’t built on love. They see how Tom treats you. At the beginning they tried to reason with him, make him at least be civil with you. But Tom was stubborn. He just doesn’t like you.

Harrison thinks about your words for a moment, then slowly nods. “Okay,” He turns to one of the other men in the room “Dave?”

“I’m on it” then Dave leaves the room, presumably to wait for the doctor at the front door.

You make your way to the side of the bed and clasp Tom’s hand in yours. “I told you to wear a bulletproof vest, you idiot” You scold him because you don’t know what else to say. Tom huffs at that and you can imagine him rolling his eyes behind his closed lids. But he squeezes your hand anyway.

Hectic footsteps make their way upstairs and then the doctor’s there, telling you to leave the room.

“I’m not leaving him,” You say for the second time that night, your grip tightening on Tom’s hand.

“It’s not gonna be pretty,” The doctor says warily as he prepares his instruments.

“It’s not the first time I’m watching someone get fixed after being shot” You snap back at him. You’re not the delicate little girl everyone seems to think you are.

The doctor finally accepts the fact that you won’t leave your husband’s side and gets to work.

“He’s going to be alright, isn’t he?” You ask when the doctor packs up his things after the procedure. Tom is sleeping now but you can’t seem to let go of his hand.

“If there are no complications” The doctor nods “He should take it easy for a couple weeks though. He’s lost a lot of blood. I’ll check back in with you tomorrow. Call me if anything changes”

For the next couple of weeks, you take care of Tom. He doesn’t really know why you do it. He’s done nothing to deserve you treating him so lovingly. He thinks that it’s maybe just because that’s part of your vow to each other. In sickness and in health. But he knows it’s more than that. Your heart is so pure that you take care of him even though anyone else in your position would leave him to die. You haven’t left his side for longer than half an hour since he was carried in by his brother and best friend.

And Tom finally sees that he needs to treat you better. And right there, as he watches you babble on about something you saw on the news, he vows to himself that he’ll never let anyone hurt you, least of all him.

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#Mob!Tom #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland fic #tom holland scenario

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sweetsubharry · 4 years

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you're my favorite ride by louislovesharry

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At Least As Deep As the Pacific Ocean (I wanna be yours) by babylouis

Louis can’t help but stop and watch him for a moment, how beautiful he looks, sprawled out on the bed, his cock red and hard against his tummy, collar snug against his neck and the bow still placed neatly in his curls to keep them back from Harry’s face.

His boy may be the most beautiful creature on the planet.

Especially tied up like this, body begging to be fucked. Begging to be destoryed.

Louis likes to push boundaries, and Harry takes what he gets. Lots of subspace Harry and fonding Louis ensues.

redder than the devil by mercutionotromeo

It's half past 9, and all Harry wants is for Louis to touch him. Preferably after a good spanking.

If you combine a lazy Saturday afternoon with a distracting, pouty Harry, you'll end up with Louis spanking his baby over his knee in the middle of a paused FIFA match.

Pretty please, take care of me ? by kurtcobain

Louis is stressed. Harry wants to help.

Step into the Light by Smolbeanandhisqween

Harry is on the set of his new music video "Lights Up". His husband, Louis, is watching him film the video. He gets jealous of all of the people touching Harry and teaches him a lesson.

Destroy Me, King by stylinsexualxo

After SNL, jealous Louis has a little surprise for Harry when he arrives home.

Can We Pretend (honestly reality bores me) by SadaVeniren

He felt Louis chuckle. “Dreaming of being my supportive, no-name boyfriend again?”

“Always,” Harry whispered. It was true. After all this time together there was no point in hiding any of his fantasies from Louis, no matter how innocent they were. So Louis was well aware of Harry’s desire to be anonymous sometimes - the “no-name” as Louis called him - loyal, a constant presence at Louis’ side.

aka Harry comes and supports Louis at his Scala concert

Let Me Be Good For You by onlyhuman for haroldtbh

His distress over the bun is nothing compared to the thrill Louis feels shoot up his spine at the outfit Harry’s donned. He’s changed into leather jeans that cling to his legs, hugging his thighs snugly. On top of it, a floaty, black sheer shirt is contouring his frame, doing absolutely nothing to hide his puffy nipples or the endless array of tattoos scattered across his torso. It’s Louis’ favourite outfit in the entire world.

Or, Niall's only birthday wish is to go clubbing with his boys in Vegas. Harry ruins it all by wearing that god forsaken black sheer shirt.

You Like Playing Games by orphan_account

Louis knows Harry likes to flirt and tease. Louis knows that he doesn’t particularly like when Harry flirts and teases. Louis knows that Harry knows that Louis doesn’t particularly like it.

But what Louis doesn’t quite know is why, despite that, Harry’s decided to grind against 5 Seconds of Summer’s Luke Hemmings during “Teenage Dirtbag” in the last show in Melbourne.

Basically pure smut.

Do Not Disturb (kiss me beneath the milky twilight) by SadaVeniren

“I was talking with Nick a couple months back and he was saying how our sex life seemed boring and we’d need to keep doing new and interesting things to keep it exciting or else we’d become boring and heterosexual and I defended us of course but then work picked up and we started living off of studio handjobs and missionary position sex in the dark and so I panicked. I googled BDSM and after looking into it I really want to try some of it because I think we’d enjoy it but we just don’t have the time.”

aka Harry doesn't want to become a boring old married couple a year into their relationship and tries to spice up their sex life.

Forgetting Frisco by iwillpaintasongforlou

Harry probably knew when he decided to wear that goddamn sheer shirt onstage in Toronto that it was going to drive Louis absolutely insane with want. He probably didn't know that Louis was going to proceed to fuck him so good he had flashbacks for years to come just like Frisco, but then again, you won't hear him complaining.

(Basically 6k of Louis worshipping Harry's body and doing it all in front of a mirror so Harry can worship, too.)

Mon Petit by coffinofachimera

Harry wears the 'Mon Petit' sweater while Louis records them on their private

falling for you, i can't keep away by hegotthedagger plane

Harry wants Louis really bad and Louis might want him just as much.

Always In My Heart by sweaterpawstyles

The tweet itself was not startling at all. Harry saw people retweet it nearly every day for years now. It always made him smile to see how many people had retweeting Louis showing his love for Harry on that day.

What was startling was underneath where the fan had retweeted it, Harry saw the small number 1M written on it.

Harry froze, completely unable to move anything in his body. He knew Louis had the second most retweeted tweet of all time, but it reached a million retweets. One million people believed in Louis' love for Harry. Or AIMH hits 1 million & facetime sex ensues

You and Me by louisgrindsonharry

Harry and Louis have dabbled in the idea of BDSM but Harry finally wants to take it farther and Louis has to figure out how to take care of his boy.

they shake, you conquer (and I'm left to their devices) by butidontreallycare

smut. a little love for Harry's thighs, but mostly just smut. I am not ashamed

Daddy Came Home by RuinedBy5Guys

“You got yourself off.” He says quietly, his eyes locked on Harry’s. Harry’s face flushes and he tries to cover it, shoving himself towards Louis. He drops to his knees, leaning close between his husbands spread thighs. He puts his hands on his dress pants, carefully feeling the material at his knees.

“How did you know?” He asks quietly. Louis drops his face, grabbing over Harry’s hands with his own. Harry lowers his gaze, staring at the carpet underneath him.

“You were asleep. You always get tired after an orgasm. Not to mention how flushed you are.” He says quietly, raking his eyes over Harry’s body. Harry glances up at him, his actions becoming more clear to him now that Louis was home.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, dropping his eyes again.

“What was that?” Louis snaps, reaching to bring Harry’s face up again. Harry gulps, shuffling closer on his knees, the joints aching already.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” Harry says, his green eyes locked on Louis’ blue ones. Louis smiles slightly, stroking his fingers over his husbands cheeks softly.

“Just gonna have to spank you now, aren’t I?”

OR... Harry teases and Daddy punishes him in the best ways possible

take me into your loving arms by blankiehxrry

twas the night of the brit awards

I Wanna Do What Bunnies Do With You by MoreThanTonight

“Lou.. Not here?” Harry pulled off with a gasp. “There are people in the next room. What if they hear us?“

“Then I guess you’ll just have to be quiet, won’t you, love?” Louis winked.

It's Harry's birthday and Louis wants to make it a birthday he won't forget. Louis is an art student, Harry is his boyfriend and muse.

if they find out, will it all go wrong? by blankiehxrry

madison square garden shenanigans

Happy Birthday by sleepingalone

“You wanna use that right now?” he asked incredulously, wondering how horny Louis must be. They had just fucked a few hours ago, before falling asleep. Surely he didn’t want to use it already.

“You said we had to wait till my birthday, and it’s my birthday,” Louis said cheekily, throwing Harry a small grin. Harry groaned into the pillow, burying his head in it.

“But I’m tired, Lou. I need my beauty rest.”

“I already undid the packaging,” Louis whined. “Please, can we just do it real quick? It would really make my day. My birthday,” he added. “You can go to sleep afterwards, Sleeping Beauty.”

Louis just really wants to use his new vibrating butt plug on Harry and turn him into a broken mess.

I Knew Right From the Beginning That You Would End Up Winning by aalexandravictoriaa

"I remember the first day I met you," Louis says, using his thumbs to make Harry open up to him even more. "I remember wanting to take you right there on the fucking street. I wanted to bend you over and bury myself in you over and over again. I couldn't then, but I'm going to now, baby. First with my tongue, then with my cock."

Harry is Louis' favorite camboy and Louis becomes his Daddy.

In Motion by FictitiousFanatisch (orphan_account)

They'd only talked about it once a few weeks ago. Harry always liked it when Louis was in control and he said there was something about being denied constantly that made him even more turned on.

It's a lazy day and Harry wants Louis to edge him. (That's literally it.)

I'm Gonna Love You (Until You Hate me) by sweaterpawstyles

As if reading his mind, Louis glanced over his glasses at Harry, presumably because Harry didn't reply to his statement earlier.

"I decided to get my glasses out again," he chuckled, winking at Harry. "Do you like them?"

Harry felt his face heat up. No, he didn't just like them. He fucking loved them and wanted to ride Louis and call him daddy while he wore them. But he didn't want to just tell Louis this.

Louis wears glasses and Harry doesn't like to be teased

I have often prayed for an angel by orphan_account

“Daddy,” he whines, voice already growing high in pitch. “Can I? Please?” “Of course angel,” Louis whispers fondly, hand tangling in Harry’s hair as he brushes it back. He loves Harry’s long strands, maybe even more than Harry does himself. “You look so beautiful on your knees like that, so eager to suck my cock.” “Mhm,” Harry hums, already licking at Louis’ slit. He begins to suckle softly at the head, peering up at Louis with wide eyes. The angel wings stretch on either side of him, and it’s so obscene, how filthy the act they’re doing is in contrast to the white feathers adorning Harry’s back. “Love your cock Daddy.” Or, the one in which Louis fucks Harry in the VS wings after he wears them onstage.

down and dirty, you're loving me so loud by orphan_account

Harry's finally twenty and there's a few things he wants.

feels so good getting what i want. by stylescantstop

Harry is a slutty yoga teacher with his sights set on Louis and Louis wants to pull that long hair of his while he fucks him really hard from behind.

Empyrean, You Fool by becauseitrhymes

Louis only realized it was actually happening once the reality of getting to carry boxes to his new flat settled in. He’d moved out of his parent’s just two days prior, with a stomach full of butterflies and no knowledge of how to do anything remotely adult, like, at all.

He’s only twenty-three years old, too, and he thinks he’s done pretty well for such a young age, considering he’s bought a flat with his money and had driven his car to get there and hadn’t cried (much) when leaving his parents. All in all, Louis thinks it’s pretty cool.

And then he’s sitting on his couch watching football in his lounge in his flat and hell yeah, it’s pretty cool.

AU where Louis moves next door to Harry, Louis falls in love with Harry, sex ensues.

Love Me Like You Do by sweaterpawstyles

Of all of the things Louis had imagined, never did he expect to become a chief editor for a magazine and to date the world-famous model Harry Styles. But he certainly never imagined one day that he would be anxiously awaiting a phone call from the top floor of an office building to tell the Harry Styles to get himself dolled up and ready to wait for his Daddy to come home before he got fucked into the mattress.

Harry is a famous model and Louis is a quiet writer who may or may not be his Dom

A Hard Day's Work by louisruinedlife (orphan_account)

A bad day at work for Harry usually means turning in early. A bad day at work for Louis leads to something else entirely.

*Can be read as a stand alone.

the big idea by orphan_account

University students Harry and Zayn are filming a prank for YouTube that requires Harry to walk around campus asking random men if he could suck their dick. One of the guys, Louis, who agrees to such offer is too attractive for Harry to pass down.

He doesn't think its much of a prank anymore after that.

throw me in the deep end, watch me drown by orphan_account

“That's why you were late, eh?” he teases as Harry frantically tries to hide the dildos and the collar in the drawer. “Having too much fun to think about good ole Louis?”

“You were having fun too,” Harry replies weakly. Louis honestly has never seen a person be in such a shade of red.

“Yeah, but my fun didn't involve colourful dildos and nipple clamps.”

or the one where louis really needs to pass his a-levels and harry is his tutor who doesn’t really own a dog.

Give It To Me (I'm Worth It) by sweaterpawstyles

"Who the hell puts lube packets in their sock?"

"A boy who wanted to get fucked in the locker room by his daddy," Harry said innocently. "I have my good intentions, Lou."

Louis can't resist Harry in the red shorts that he wore during the James Corden skit. Featuring locker room sex.

don't let nobody touch it (unless that somebody's me) by stylescantstop

written for this prompt:

"louis knows Harry gets handsy when he's drunk, but that doesn't stop him from showing harry who he belongs to."

or the one where harry dances with other men and a jealous louis reminds him he's the only one who can make him come completely apart.

causing trouble up in hotel rooms (baby, I'm perfect) by felixandtae

A fan threw a Green Bay Packers crop top on stage and Harry kept it. We all know what happened after that.

sweet like cinnamon by brainwaves for SuburbanWarrior

It all started with bumping into Louis at Gemma’s mate’s wedding. Well, maybe it really started with Harry making heart eyes at the boy in jersey number 17 all those years ago. Now all he can think about is getting into Louis’ pants and maybe staying there for a really, really long time.

Or the one where Harry calls Louis daddy and it all spirals out of control from there.

Fulfilling Your Needs by unmeshed

“You want to be messy, baby? Filled with Daddy’s come? So much that you can barely hold it all in?"

Harry nods softly and Louis leans in to kiss him on the lips with a smile. “Want Daddy to plug you up after? Keep it inside of you all day?"

“Lou,” Harry whines, softly rubbing himself against his boyfriend, biting down on Louis’ bottom lip before he deepens the kiss, sneaking his tongue inside.

Louis’ll be damned if he can’t make Harry’s dreams come true.

Louis buys Harry an ejaculating dildo because Harry wants to feel full.

Like a Kitten by peaceloveandlarry

"Erm, I, uh, well, I think... I think you're really pretty, and I, um, I want to fuck you- I mean! Oh god. I- I want to go out? Yea! I want to go out."

Or Harry likes to wear kitten ears, and Louis happens to think Harry looks nice with them.

into another serotonin overflow by mercutionotromeo

Harry's the yearbook photographer who's been assigned to take pictures of Louis, the new captain of the football team. Harry's got a massive, obvious crush on Louis and somehow, Louis feels the same way.

Sweet first time sex wherein Harry's adorably awkward, Louis is achingly cool, and Harry rides Louis wearing his jersey.

need a little sweetness in my life by mercutionotromeo

Harry's always liked feeling desperate and small when Louis touches him, but when he sucks Harry off...it’s fucking otherworldly. Desperate’s not really the word at that point - it’s helpless. Like… like the fucking world could stop spinning and Harry wouldn’t be able to do anything about it until Louis finished him off with his lips and his tongue.

Or, Harry and Louis go to university together. Harry really likes it when Louis sucks him off, and Louis really likes it when Harry calls him Daddy.

(Sequel to "into another serotonin overflow")

Cheeky Princess by Noelle1224

Harry and panties. What more is there to explain?

I'm Tired Of Using Technology, I Need You Right In Front Of Me by Phillipa19

Louis goes away on yet another business trip, but when he stops calling Harry to check in, Harry decides to take matters into his own hands.

OR- Louis is Harry's sugardaddy who has gone away on business and Harry feels neglected. Louis is possessive and gets a camera installed in their bedroom so he can check up on Harry, so Harry decides to use the camera to his advantage.

Got A Lot You Wanna Show Off Baby by Phillipa19

Louis had been in meetings all day, he should have known that Harry wouldn't be ignored for much longer.

-OR-

Louis is Harry's sugardaddy and his younger boyfriend is definitely not happy being ignored whilst Louis holds meetings in his home office. There may also be Harry in lacy knickers involved.

As always please make sure to stay safe and read the tags!! ❤ ❤

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Stark Spangled Forever

Duo Shot: Stendhal Syndrome Part 2: Daddy

Intro: Steve feels the aftermath of his reaction to Katie’s behaviour. Rogers by name, Stark by nature.

Uh Oh indeed.

Warnings: Bad language. NSFW (SMUT!) No under 18s.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: This was a one shot. I got carried away and wrote 24 pages. So now you have a duo shot thanks to the original photo sending me to a dirty place.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 1

Katie stood in the quiet of the lounge, watching the door that Steve had walked through, her mouth dropping open. He had never turned her down like that before. She prized herself on normally being able to get what she wanted when she wanted it out of Steve, either by using her words or other means. Of course, Steve always put her in her place when she needed it, which she took on the chin, and there were certain things she would never sway him on but she respected that and heeded it when needed.

But pulling her up like that over some stupid blonde bimbo who couldn’t keep her hands to herself? Really? Why was he defending her? Was…was there…

She shook her head, brushing away the thought as quickly as it came. Steve wouldn’t do that to her, half the time he was fucking oblivious to the way other women looked at him anyway. No, this was just him being his old-fashioned, chivalrous self…

Wasn’t it?

“Fucks sake Katie…” she grumbled to herself, wiping her eyes before she left the lounge. She checked her face in the mirror in the hall and, happy that her make-up was ok she headed back into the kitchen. Decided she wanted something stronger than beer she walked into the utility room where Steve had built her a Gin shelf to house her various bottles and glasses. Selecting the bottle of Aviation she poured a heavy measure before stalking back into the kitchen. She pushed the glass under the ice dispenser before she grabbed a bottle of tonic and topped up her drink. Taking a long drink she leaned against the counter looking out at the garden. The tables were pretty much empty of party food now, the kids and adults having inhaled it through the afternoon. Pepper and Jennifer were busy sweeping empty plates into large bin liners and Katie knew she should probably go and help…

“Mom?” Emmy drew her from her thoughts “You ok?”

“Yeah, was taking a moment.” she nodded “What time is it?”

“Almost 4:30…”

“Ok, can you tell your dad we’re gonna do the cake now then.” she smiled, setting her gin down.

“Sure.” Em nodded, before she cocker her head slightly “You sure you’re ok? Dad came out before in a foul mood. Nearly took Sam’s head off when he made a joke about that being a definite ‘quicky’” she framed the last words with her fingers and Katie snorted.

“We just had a disagreement, don’t worry about it.” Katie shook her head “It’ll work out it always does.”

Emmy nodded and left her mother to it. She headed back out into the garden and made her way over to her father who currently had two kids hanging off his arms as he playfully swung them through the air.

“Dad.” she said, stopping a little way away. He stood still and turned to face her.

“You ok Em?”

“Yeah, Mom’s gonna do the cake now.”

“Ok.”

“And I don’t know what you said to her but she’s really upset.” Em levelled him with a look and before he could reply she turned and headed back towards Brooke who was stood next to her mother and Bucky.

Steve let out a sigh and untangled himself from the kids before he started to move around, roping the other parents in to helping him shepherd them over to the tables by the side. He hadn’t meant to upset her but her attitude was ridiculous. At the promise of cake the kids were fairly obedient so it seemed, and it wasn’t long before Katie came out of the kitchen, followed by Jamie and Morgan, the candles lit on Rori’s cake. Their little girl squealed in excitement and Steve chuckled and lifted her up as Katie set the cake down on the table and the chorus of Happy Birthday Started.

“Make a wish princess…” He said, kissing her cheek as he held her over the cake so she could blow the 5 candles out. She scrunched her eyes closed and then opened them.

“Ok, wish done!” she beamed and Steve laughed, setting her down. He turned to his wife but she had already moved away from him slightly to begin carving the large pink and purple unicorn cake into pieces for everyone.

“What is that?” Bucky asked, looking at the piece she had given him.

“Cake.” she narrowed her eyes.

“I need more than that.”

Katie looked at him, but before she had time to reply Jennifer had seized the piece of cake and shoved it straight into Bucky’s face. There was a slight pause before Sam let out a bellow of laughter and Katie’s hand flew to her mouth as started to laugh at the look on Bucky’s face.

“Oh you didn’t…” he said, before he reached out and gripped Jennifer around the waist and rubbed his cake covered face against hers. She shrieked, wriggling in his arms and eventually her shrieks turned into giggles as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“KISSY!” Harry yelled from his spot in Emmy’s arms and Bucky turned his head to look at him, pink and purple icing and butter cream spread through his short stubble.

“You want one pal?”

“Don’t you dare!” Katie pointed at Bucky who began to laugh as Steve handed him a pile of napkins, chuckling. He slid his arm round Katie’s waist and dropped a kiss to her cheek.

“Love you.” he said softly.

She turned to look at him, shot him an icy glare and then turned away, moving out of his reach to begin handing the various pieces of cake to the kids as they all ran around her.

“Ok what did you do?” Bucky looked at him as he rubbed at his face with a Princess themed Napkin.

“Told her I thought her attitude was shitty.” Steve sighed “In a roundabout way anyway.”

Jennifer looked at him, as Bucky handed her a napkin so she could wipe the cake from her face “Her attitude?”

“Yeah, towards Dani.”

Jennifer shook her head “Steve, the woman was practically climbing you like a tree.”

“No she wasn’t…”

“God you can be a real idiot at times.” Jennifer shook her head. Giving Bucky another peck she looked at Steve again, before she made a tutting noise and left.

“Nice one Punk…” Bucky moaned as his girlfriend walked off.

“Don’t start Bucky.” Steve said, shaking his head.

“What did you actually say to her?” Sam looked at him.

With a sigh Steve told them exactly what had gone down in the living room, well, almost everything, he skipped the part about the camero and Katie admitting she was wearing no underwear…as he came to that bit he trailed off blushing slightly and scratched at his neck.

Bucky and Sam exchanged a look “Man, we thought you’d go in there, have angry sex and then that would be it.” “I think she thought that too.” Steve said, his cheeks now even hotter. “I told her no..”

“Wait, wait, let me get this straight?” Sam looked at Steve “You went in there, had a row with your wife because she was pissed off some woman was hanging off of you, and then when she offered you make up sex you said no?”

Steve groaned “That’s not…”

“Jen’s right.” Bucky shook his head. “You are an idiot…”

Steve watched as Bucky sauntered off across the lawn and he turned to look at Katie who was now stood talking to one of the other mothers. Sam shrugged and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Think you might have just earned yourself a night in the spare room…”

Steve groaned and let his head fall backwards, looking skywards for a moment before he head back to the garage. He needed another beer.

******

It wasn’t long following the cake that the party began to filter out. Katie and Steve made sure Rori thanked everyone for coming as they left and soon they were down to the last 2, a little boy called Ryan and Aurelia. As Ryan’s dad shook Steve’s hand and thanked Katie they waved him off and it came to Dani. Steve noticed his wife stiffen slightly besides him and made sure that he didn’t offer the woman a hug or anything, simply nodding to her politely as Aurelia hugged Rori.

“Mommy…” Aurelia asked, and Dani looked down.

“Yeah honey?”

“Can Rori come play tomorrow?”

“I errr…” Dani looked at Katie who inclined her head slightly. She turned to Steve.

“We don’t have any plans do we?”

He shook his head.

“Then, yeah, it’s fine by me.” Katie nodded and the little girls both gave a squeal.

“Ok, well, erm…” Dani looked down slightly before she took a breath and looked back up “Do you want to drop her off at say midday ish?” “Sure.” Katie said.

With that she watched Dani lead Aurelia out of the garden and down the side of the house.

“Want me to make a start on clearing up?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, ok.” Katie nodded, before she turned and headed back into the house. She shot through the hallway, cursing herself that she was actually going to do this. She opened the front door and caught Dani just as the woman was climbing into her BMW.

“Can I have a word?” She asked. Dani hesitated slightly before she nodded and closed the door making sure Aurelia was strapped in.

“Look, I erm. Well, I wanted to say that…well I was out of order with what I said about your husband before.” Katie said softly. “I had no idea about what had happened between the two of you.” Dani shrugged her shoulders. “It’s fine.” “No, it’s not fine. It was cruel. I shouldn’t have said it. I know what its like to be cheated on and…”

Dani looked at her, raising an eyebrow.

“It was, well it was a long time ago.” Katie shrugged as she continued. “I just wanted to apologise because I know what you’re going through and..” Dani scoffed “You, with your perfect life and…” “You think my life is perfect?” Katie snorted “I’m as fucked up as the next person. I’ve seen and been through things you couldn’t possibly begin to imagine.” she took a deep breath, levelling out her voice “Somehow I wonder how I came through the other side but…”

“Sorry “ Dani looked down, “I know, I just…” she looked at Katie “Forget it, apology accepted.”

“For the record, I’m not sorry for what I said about snapping your hand off.” Katie levelled her with a look “I meant that. You touch my husband again and I will kick the shit out of you.” Dani sighed “Look, I didn’t mean anything by it. Honestly, I was just being friendly…but, I’m sorry. For what it’s worth, however, I don’t think you need to worry. Even if some woman was throwing themselves at him, he wouldn’t look twice. That man only has eyes for you, it’s plain to see. It’s nice. I hope one day I find that.”

Katie looked at the woman and nodded curtly, contemplating what she had said, her earlier stupid wobble completely pushed from her mind.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Mrs Rogers.” Dani said, turning to head back to her car.

“Katie…”

Dani looked at her, frowning as Katie spoke again “Katie’s fine.”

With that the blonde smiled softly and nodded again, before she climbed into her car and drove off Katie made her way back inside, poking her head into the den to check that Jamie and Morgan were ok before she headed into the kitchen and poured herself another gin.

“Hitting the hard stuff?” Jen asked as she appeared through the back door.

“Yup.” Katie popped the P “Want one?”

Jennifer nodded and Katie set about pouring her one in silence before she threw a slice of lime and a few blueberries into each glass and topped them both with ice and tonic water.

“I’ll probably get bitched and moaned at for breaking it out so early but…” Katie shrugged as she slid the glass over to Jennifer.

“Do you care?” Jen asked.

Katie snorted “No.”

Jen laughed as she took a sip of her drink. “So you two had a bit of a disagreement..”

Katie snorted “Something like that. He told me I was being a fucking brat.”

Jennifer arched an eyebrow “Well, maybe a tad but…well, she deserved a warning.”

“I didn’t just warn her.” Katie sighed “I said something about her husband leaving her. I had no idea she’d been cheated on. I felt a bit shitty when Steve told me.”

“Doesn’t excuse her climbing all over your husband” Jennifer said.

“I know, I said that to her when I apologised.”

“You apologised?” Jen arched an eyebrow.

“For what I said about her husband.” Katie nodded “For the rest of it no, I told her I’d kick the shit out of her if she touched Steve again but she insisted she was just being friendly…anyway, it’s done, don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” “So how long you gonna give Steve the cold shoulder for?” Jen asked.

Katie shrugged “Until I feel like it. He shouldn’t have been a prick.”

Jen was about to reply but they were cut off when Peter walked into the kitchen.

“Hey Pete!” Katie beamed at him and moved to give the tall kid a hug.

“Sorry I’m a bit late Mrs R…” he smiled “the traffic on the way back was awful. Hey Mrs Bucky…”

“Stop calling me that!” Jen rolled her eyes as Katie laughed.

“I saved you some cake and a plate of food…” Katie smiled at Peter, and moved round Jennifer to the fridge.

“You’re the best!” he smiled at her as she handed him the foil wrapped packages and he retreated back outside.

She grabbed her gin and looked at Jenifer, who smiled at her and they headed back outside.

Now all the guest were gone and they were down to the close friends and family, the plan being the adults to have their own party and toast to Tony later on, everyone was sat on the large decking. Jen perched on Bucky’s knee and Steve sat up, making his lap available for Katie but she brushed past and took up and empty seat next to where Pepper was sat, taking Harry off her with a thanks. She turned to Rori who was perched on Sam’s knee to her right as Sam was chatting to Peter who in turn had one arm round Emmy, the other eating his food.

“You had a good day?” Katie asked her daughter gently, brushing her hair back off her face. She was filthy, covered in cake and all sorts of other food and dirt form the garden but Katie didn’t care. She loved it when her kids got the chance to play and be normal.

“The best!” Rori reached up to give her mum a hug. “But can I put my other clothes on now?”

Katie smiled “of course you can…in fact…I think momma wants to get changed too.”

Rori wriggled off Sam’s lap and Katie held out Harry to the man “Trade ya.” she smiled. Sam let out a grin and took the tot from her with a huge smile, one he reciprocated and she noticed him reach out to Peter’s plate and snaffle a sausage roll. He held his little finger to his lips as he looked at Sam who laughed and gave him a wink.

Katie led Rori past Steve who looked at her with a questioning glance but she ignored him and headed inside. Once upstairs Rori picked out her green dungarees and a sweater and Katie supervised her as she changed, then wiped her face clean laughing at her protests. When she was ready Katie let her head down the stairs, “Hold the rail…” she said, watching before she retreated into her own room, kicking off her sandals before she set about getting changed herself.

**** In the mean-time the conversation had taken a grim turn, a turn which the men decided they didn’t really want to be a part of anymore, so when Bucky announced he was going to get a beer Sam, Steve and Pete all jumped at the chance. Harry toddled in front of them across the grass, settling down in the sandpit near the jungle gym. Steve watched him for a moment before he turned back to the conversation.

“Why do women feel the need to talk about childbirth?” Pete said with a shudder and Steve laughed.

“Yeah, well, be thankful Katie wasn’t there…Rori’s birth was quite traumatic.” Steve said, the memory ingrained on his mind forever. She’d arrived so fast, and Katie had done it all with no pain relief. Frankly, she’d been astounding. He looked up as Rori came running over the garden to join her brother and frowned when he realised Katie wasn’t with her. But before he could think about it anymore, a line that Bucky spoke to Peter jerked his attention back to the men round him.

“It’ll be your turn soon enough.” Bucky winked, patting Pete on his shoulder.

“What?” Steve wheeled back round, turning his head to look at Bucky then Peter who’s face had drained of all colour.

“I…what? Why would…” Peter stumbled as he glanced from Steve and Bucky then back again. “I don’t know why he said that Captain, I mean Rogers, Steve…Mr…Mr Rogers…”

“Practicing Safe sex Pete?” Sam nodded, continuing the teasing whilst Bucky was fighting the urge to laugh at the look on Steve’s face “Good man, wrap before you tap…” “I’m not, I mean, we are but I don’t…because Emmy’s…well I …oh god…” Peter flushed and turned and fled, Steve spinning to watch him.

“Did he…did he just admit to having sex with my daughter?” he spluttered, looking at Bucky who laughed loudly, slapping his friend on the back.

“They’re 21 man.” Sam smirked “What do you think they get up to on alone time? Netflix and Chill…Amazon Prime and Sexy Time…”

“Yeah, not everyone was a virgin into their mid 20s…” Bucky quipped.

“Shut the fuck up.” Steve pointed at his friend, his face bright red.

“Language!”

“Wait…” Sam paused “Did Katie pop your cherry Cap?”

“No, she did not…”

“A chorus girl called Lottie did.” Bucky answered and Sam laughed even more.

Steve glared at Bucky “One more word I swear to God…”

“I’m just fucking with you Steve…” Bucky smirked “A bit like Pete is with…”

“Jerk.” the word was little more than a snarl as Steve gave Bucky a hard one-handed shove in the chest. To anyone else it would have sent them sprawling, but Bucky merely stumbled back a few steps, his laughter louder than ever. Steve shot him another look before he headed inside to find Katie. As he walked into the hallway she stepped off the bottom stair and it became apparent why she’d taken a little longer than he expected.

“You changed?” Steve looked at Katie, frowning. Gone was that gorgeous maxi dress and in its place she wore a pair of jeans and a long sleeved oversized chunky pink sweater that hung slightly off one shoulder, giving him a flash of a baby blue bra strap and her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. He loved that sweater on him, exposing her neck and shoulder to him, enough of a flash to make him think about running his lips over her skin. God, even in her casual clothes like this she looked effortlessly gorgeous.

“Yeah well Rori wanted to get changed and I figured I may as well too as it’s gonna start getting chilly.” she shrugged.

“Oh.”

“Is there a problem?” Katie asked looking at him.

“No, I just…well, you looked amazing in that dress…” He stepped towards her, reaching out to take her by the waist but she stepped back.

“And I don’t now?”

“Oh stop being ridiculous.” he said, shaking his head as she pushed past him and headed into the kitchen “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Well add it to the list of the many things I’ve been ridiculous about today.” she said, her tone a little icy as she grabbed her drink off the side and headed outside.

Steve let out a groan of frustration as he watched her go.

**** An hour or so later Harry crawled onto Katie’s lap and nuzzled into her neck, hand winding into her hair as he gave a yawn. Katie let him sit where he as for a moment before she stood up and said she was taking him to bed. Steve offered to go with her but she shook her head and said she could handle it, carrying him inside. Steve watched her go before he felt a hand on his arm and he turned to look at Jennifer.

“You know she apologised to Dani before.”

Steve frowned, he hadn’t been expecting that. “What? When?”

“Just before she left.” Jennifer said, sipping her drink “Although it wasn’t a full olive branch, more like an olive twig…”

Steve snorted “Let me guess. She apologised for the dig about her husband but still threatened to snap her hand off if she came near me again?”

“Something like that.” Jen said. “Listen, Steve, I wasn’t going to say anything but the last few years or so…you know you guys draw a lot of attention since everyone came back from the Snap, and you only have to look on social media to see the things that people post…” “We’ve always had public interest but I don’t read it.” Steve frowned, not sure where she was going with this. “I know but Katie does and, well, there are some pretty…how do I put this, dirty things written by females about you on there, especially since you started teaching at the University. Maybe she feels a little bit more insecure about stuff than she lets on.” “She’s no reason to be insecure.” Steve shook his head “Jen, I’d never do that to her. Hell I don’t even want to think about any other woman in that way…” “I know that, I just wanted to make you understand why she reacted the way she did. I’d do the same and I’m not sure you’d appreciate another man fawning over her either.”

Steve looked at the woman, he knew she was right. He glanced at the door to the house and stood up, nodding. He headed up the stairs, the sounds of soft laughter hitting his ears.

“Harry, Momma doesn’t want a bath…stop splashing me!”

He gently opened the bathroom door and leaned against the door frame, smiling as Harry was in the bath, Katie attempting to scrub him down.

Honey…” he said softly. She turned to look at him “I’ll do that, you go sort his pyjamas.”

Katie nodded and stood up, passing by Steve in the doorway. He gently reached out, hands falling to her hips.

“Steve…” she said softly.

“Look, I’m sorry for before.” he said, his hands squeezing her hips “I shouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did.” “No you shouldn’t” she said, before she sighed “I probably was a little OTT though…”

“That you admitting I was right?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

She narrowed her eyes and pushed him in the chest gently “Don’t push it.”

He chuckled as he let her go and turned to his son. Once he was suitably cleaned and Steve’s shirt was suitably wet thanks to his splashing antics he lifted him out, wrapped him in his little teddy bear towel with the hood and carried him through to his bedroom. Katie had laid out the pyjamas on his bed but wasn’t in there. Steve set about towelling the kid off, gently grabbing his arm as Harry made a break for it, stopping him from running out of the room in all his naked glory. After a few more giggles and wriggles Steve had him wrestled into his pyjamas and was just smoothing his light brown hair down when Katie came back carrying Gerald, his stuffed giraffe that he point blank refused to sleep without.

“No sleep.” Harry muttered, his eyes heavy as he gave a yawn taking the toy off his mother.

“Yeah whatever pal, I give you 30 seconds tops…” Katie said, sitting on the side of the bed as he gave another yawn as he laid back on the pillow. She gently kissed his head and stood up, as Steve did the same and they both made towards the door. When Katie looked back his eyes were already shut.

Steve stood behind his wife, his hands wrapping around her, chin resting on her shoulder as they watched their youngest for a moment before Katie moved back and pulled the door too.

“Come here…” Steve said gently, pulling her to him and she went willingly, her arms wrapping around his back, face pressing into his chest.

“I did what you wanted” she muttered, her voice slightly muffled from the fabric of his jersey, “apologised.”

“I know, Jen told me.” Steve replied, “Doll, I didn’t want you to apologise just because I asked…”

Katie shrugged, her cheek still against his chest “I didn’t. It was the right thing to do. Well, about her husband. I will break her face though if she touches you again.”

Steve sighed and pulled back slightly to look down at her. “You know you really have nothing to worry about don’t you?

She looked down and he gently reached out and with his thumb and forefinger tipped her head up to look at him. “I don’t want anyone else” “I know and I don’t worry as such, I just…well I don’t like people…”

“Touching your stuff, yeah I know…” Steve chuckled as he finished the familiar phrase with her.

“If I’m such a brat why did you marry me?” she rolled her eyes.

“Because I love you, brat tendencies included.” he smiled, his lips dropping to hers in a gentle kiss as his hands slid down to cup her ass. He looked at her cheekily “You still not wearing any panties?”

“Sorry Soldier…” she smirked “Should have took me up on the offer before.”

He gave a groan “Do you have any idea how much self-control that took to say no?”

“Serves you right…”

“You’re being a brat again.” he said, and she grinned.

“Say it in the way I like…” she whispered and he smirked, pulling her closer, his fingers digging into the flesh of her behind. He bent down so that his lips were by her ear and when he spoke his voice low and sultry.

“Such a fucking brat…”

She practically purred as his lips brushed her ear. “What you gonna do about it, Daddy?” she asked, looking up at him from under lidded eyes.

“Oh I’m gonna show you…” Steve said, and quick as a flash he had hoisted her up, drawing a soft squeak of surprise from her lips as he carried her into their room. Kicking the door shut he deposited her unceremoniously on the bed, causing her to bounce slightly on the mattress before he crawled over her.

“You know…” he said, a soft kiss to her exposed collar bone “This has been driving me crazy all evening, you know I love this sweater on you.” “Why do you think I wore it?” she shot back and he gave a groan as he pushed down harder onto her, the now very present bulge in his trousers pressing against her spot, causing her to moan softly.

“Fucking little tease…” he said, his lips trailing up her neck to her jawline. He gave a little nip before he reached her lips and slotted his mouth onto hers in a deep, needy kiss. Their tongues tangled furiously as he reached down between them, gently grabbing the hem of the offending sweater. With a tug he pulled it over her head and gave another loud groan as he saw the baby blue lace bra.

“You see something you like?” she asked as his hand trailed the edge of the lace.

“Oh I like it, very much…” he said, his hand giving her breast a squeeze as he kissed her again. His mouth moved down her neck and he kissed her sternum then across her chest over the swell of her breast, pulling the cup of he bra down to tease her nipple gently with his mouth. His hand grabbed at the other cup and he pulled it down, roughly and then he heard the tear of fabric. Katie sat up, leaning on her elbows and looked down.

“Seriously?” she deadpanned. Steve winced and looked at her, sheepishly before he shrugged.

“In for a penny…” he quipped as he reached up with his other and with a sharp tug he ripped the garment completely open.

“You’re a fucking jerk.” she shook her head, laughing

“I’ll buy you a new one.” he muttered, his head once more returning to her chest, lips latching onto on nipple as his fingers gently tweaked at the other. Her hands gripped at the bed covers as the heat began to grow between her legs and Steve felt her push up against him seeking friction, anything for relief.

“So needy tonight baby girl…” he muttered, his mouth trailing back upwards to claim hers again in a searing kiss and he pushed down, giving her what she wanted. He swallowed her soft moan and pulled back slightly so he could pop the button and then the zipper on her jeans. He began to pull them down but he got so far and then they stuck, tight.

“Fucks sake…” he muttered and Katie gave a little giggle as he started to wrestle with the damned skinny jeans. “Doll, you look great in these but…”

His frustration built as Katie could do nothing but laugh at the annoyed look on his face as he tugged and pulled ad the fucking irritating denim.

“I’m sure this used to be easier.” he grumbled.

“I wasn’t as fat then.”

“Shut up.” he said sharply. He gave another sharp pull which jerked Katie further down the bed causing her to laugh again, and he was just debating ripping them off as well when she tugged at his hair.

“Don’t even think about it.” she narrowed her eyes “They’re Armani…”

“They’re fucking annoying” he mumbled, as he continued to pull and eventually worked them down over her ankles and tossed them to the side.

“You know if you’d have done me when I said before then the jeans wouldn’t have been an issue.” Katie said as he ran his hands up the side of her thighs gently.

“Actions have consequences…”he muttered, his nose skimming the waist band of the matching baby blue French knickers she was wearing. He kissed his way along her tummy, gently flicking a path up to her belly button with his tongue and she arched her back slightly, letting out a soft sigh. He moved back down and his lips found the apex of her thigh and kissed their way upwards until he nuzzled softly at her panty clad entrance, drawing a keen from her mouth as he took a deep breath, the garment was soaked.

“You’re fucking drenched sweetheart…” he purred as he slid his hands up and pulled her panties down, kissing back up her leg as he threw them over his shoulder, and set to her with his mouth. His tongue lapped, swirled, a well-known practice as he knew exactly where to pay attention to and in no time at all he had her right where he wanted, a writhing mess, one arm thrown over her mouth to stifle her, frankly, filthy noises for fear of waking their son. The other tangled in his hair and as her pleasure mounted her nails dug into his scalp and he gave a groan.

“Stevie…I’m…” she wined and her back arched, her legs trembled and she uttered a soft “Fuck” as he felt her let go. He took the opportunity whilst she was coming down to shuck off his jeans, he didn’t even bother with his sweater, he was too far gone and needed her now. Grabbing her hips he pulled her further to him and sliding his hands under her back he knelt up and easily lifted her onto his lap. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she gently slid down onto him, her head falling to his shoulder with a groan as he began to thrust up wards.

“Off…” she demanded, tugging at the bottom of his sweater and he moved his arms so she could pull it over his head, not once breaking his rhythm.

“Fuck baby you feel so good” he groaned as he pushed up harder and harder. Her teeth bit into his skin and he hissed at the slight bite of pain increasing his pace until he was relentless, driving into her as deep as he could, hands on her hips, pulling her down to meet him. Her face tilted towards his and she pressed her lips to his, the kiss sloppy and desperate before she groaned again into his mouth.

“Come on doll…” he whispered, “I’m close…tell me you are…”

“Yeah…” she stuttered, her head falling forward again before it looked back, and he dipped forward his mouths swirling at her breast again. At that she let out a low keen and he felt her tightening before her mouth parted in a silent scream, her eyes flittered shut as she pulsed around him. The feeling of her coming undone was enough to tip Steve over the edge and with a few more deep thrusts he spilt inside her and then collapsed backwards, taking her with him.

They were both silent for a while, Steve’s fingers gently tracing up and down Katie’s spine as she hummed in satisfaction, her head resting on his shoulder.

“You good?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“Yeah…” she said, and she moved and looked at him, sliding her nose against his “We should get back downstairs.”

“Do we hafta?”

“Yes” She chucked, and she rolled off him and Steve pouted at the loss of contact as she headed into the bathroom to clean up. When she came back Steve passed her and gave her a soft kiss before she dressed again. Once they were sorted and she had straightened her hair out they both made their way downstairs. Steve gently kissed her cheek before he reached into the cupboard in the kitchen and pulled the Wakandan Spice out along with 2 glasses and headed outside. Rhodey had arrived and Steve placed the items he was carrying on the table and reached over to shake his hand.

“Kissed and made up?” Bucky asked from his spot on the chair, Jen still on his lap, as Steve poured them both a good measure of the amber liquid.

“Something like that.” he said handing Bucky a glass. Bucky smirked as Steve looked at Rori who was sat on one of the chairs with a tablet in her hand, earphones in her ears as she watched whatever was on the screen. He crossed over to her and gently tugged an ear phone out and she pouted, making her look just like her mother when she did the same.

“Baby, it’s time for bed. You cant watch that upstairs ok?”

“I can stay up and watch this in my room?” she said, eyes wide. They very rarely let her do that but it was her birthday party after all.

“Yeah.” Steve said.

“Ok.” she nodded. She paused the programme and Steve picked her up whilst she said goodnight to everyone. Making his way back into the kitchen he paused as Katie was filling an ice bucket for the champagne she had just opened.

“Rhodey’s here.” he said and she smiled, nodding.

“Yeah he said he was gonna stop by, he misses Tony as well.” she said gently.

“I’m going to bed Momma” Rori said “Daddy said I can watch my film in bed.”

“Well it is your special day baby” she smiled, kissing her cheek. “See you in the morning.”

Steve carried her out of the room whilst Katie grabbed enough glasses and carried them outside before she gave Rhodey a hug. Back in the kitchen she pulled out the pre-prepared trays of crudites, cold meats and cheese which she had done for the adults and carried them back outside along with a few packets of chips, olives, dips and crackers, all of them giving a groan of delight.

“You’re a legend you know that?” Sam grinned up at her and she smiled, popping back inside for the Champagne.

“She ok?” she looked up at Steve. He nodded.

“I told her she could have a bath tomorrow.” he said, pulling his wife to him and giving her a long kiss. She smiled against his mouth and patted his chest before she grabbed what she had come for and headed outside. Once she had stopped fussing and made sure everyone had a drink she sat on Steve’s knee and his arm curled round her waist.

“I know it’s not actually his birthday until Wednesday, obviously, same as Rori’s, but…” Katie smiled at Pepper who returned her gesture “Happy Birthday Tony.” she said, her head looking up to the now darkening sky as she raised her glass as her eyes filled with tears. She still missed her brother so much it hurt. “Love you, to the stars and back.”

There were mumbles of toasts as everyone raised their glasses and Steve gave her hip a little squeeze.

They settled into a comfortable chat, memories of Tony being shared, namely by Pepper, Rhodey and Katie, everyone laughing along and as an hour or so passed Steve looked at his wife as her cheeks grew flushed the more she drank. Mind you, he was getting that way as well, that Wakandan shit was strong, not to mention the Asgardian ale he had been drinking all afternoon. He really should send another thanks to T’Challa and Valkyrie for keeping his stocks up.

“No,no,no straight up.” Katie laughed, drawing his attention back to the conversation a his wife wiped tears of laughter from her face “He thinks he’s getting lucky right? So he’s sat in his Audi flirting with her…”

”And then she served him a subpoena.” Pepper reached over to top her glass up, spilling some on the table as the alcohol made her aim sloppy. “God he was moaning about that for days.”

“And then he realised he was in love with you.” Rhodey smiled.

“What was it you said to us?” Pepper hiccupped and looked at him “You called us 2 seals fighting over a grape…”

“Get a roof.” Rhodey smirked and Pepper laughed, leaning back and closing her eyes with a nostalgic sigh. “I don’t care what anyone says, you’re never gonna beat the time he got Stern to tell him to go fuck himself.” Rhodey continued with a snort “That will forever be my favourite Tony memory of all time…”

“God he was an idiot.” Katie said fondly.

“But he was our idiot.” Pepper smiled at her, and she nodded. At that point Katie’s attention was taken to Jamie who popped his head out of the door to ask if he could take the potato chips into the den. She nodded to him and he gave a satisfied fist pump before disappearing again.

“What are they doing in there?” Katie asked.

“Making a space station out of Lego, apparently.” Emmy said. “We’re not allowed to go in there apparently, and the door has to stay shut once it’s done…” “Looks like Peter’s on the couch then not the fold out.” Steve said, looking at her “Pepper’s in the spare room.” Peter flushed and Katie dug Steve in the ribs with her elbow “Stop teasing him.”

“I’m being serious.” he said, looking at her before he shot a look at the young man.

“Dad…” Emmy groaned “I’m 21.”

“I don’t care…” Steve shook his head, draining his glass before Katie took it from him and poured him another generous measure, doing the same for Bucky. Jennifer took the glass from him and sniffed at it, pulling a face before she handed it back.

“Yeah leave Spiderling alone…” Sam quipped “You two have no room to talk…”

“Don’t…” Steve pointed at him.

“You know they once did it on a mission against a wall?” Sam looked at Emmy whose face arranged into a look of horror “That was what made Rori…” “Sam shut the fuck up…” Steve glared at him.

“Yeah that’s what I was saying when I heard you.” he shot back and Bucky gave a snort “school boy error leaving your comms on.”

“That’s disgusting.” Emmy groaned.

“That’s what Natasha said…” Sam quipped.

“You know Jamie was conceived between the toaster and the fridge.” Katie said snorting into her glass, “There’s only Harry that came from a bedroom…” “Jesus Doll…” Steve groaned as Bucky sniggered besides him. Sam grinned and was about to reply but Pepper piped up.

“Morgan was an Audi front seat Baby…” she hiccupped and Rhodey choked on his beer as the rest of the adults sniggered, well most of them.

“In thought you were gonna say Iron Suit baby.” Sam looked at Pepper

“Come on Pete, Brooke… I’m not listening to this…” Emmy said as she stood up, tugging on Pete’s hand.

“How the fuck would that work?” Bucky looked at him.

“Docking station.” Pete said as he allowed Emmy to tug him up. There was a moments paused before everyone bar Emmy started to laugh. She groaned and tugged on his hand as the 3 younger adults headed away from the table, Peter nodding to Steve nervously as the soldiers eyes watched them leave.

“Stop it.” Katie said gently, turning Steve’s head to face him.

“Did you know they were…you know?”

“Having sex?” Katie snorted and Steve rolled his eyes “Yes I did,I took Emmy to see Dr Kellet.”

“Seriously?”

“She’s 21 Steve…” “I know I just…” “She’s grown up.” “I just…oh I don’t wike it…” he whined, his head falling to her chest and she laughed, her hands tangling into his hair.

“Could be worse.” Katie teased, her nails scratching her scalp “You could have walked in on them like Tony did to us…”

“Doll,” Steve looked at her, shaking his head, “just don’t.”

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Where Have You Been? 2

pairing: Harry Potter x Slytherin!Potter!Aunt!Reader (no incest- just aunt and nephew battlin’ through evil :)), (possible future evolution to pairing with Sirius Black)

summary: After years blinded from the tainted power and lies, Y/N Potter finally sees the truth. The truth that urged her to clamber out of the hole created by the Dark Lord. Will young year-2 Harry accept the absence of an aunty he didn’t even know he had?

word count: 4.8k

warning: fluff, heavy angst, guilt, mentions of death

note: lately, i haven’t found myself writing as much, i don’t think it’s w****r’s b***k, it’s just me being distracted by so many other things lmao. thank you for waiting this long for the second part, i’m pretty sure there’ll be a third :)) there’s no harry in this but i wanted to keep the pairing consistent

Harry was just a thirteen-year-old boy. He was a young wizard, trapped in the walls of muggles who wished they had nothing to do with his kind. There was no other safe place for the boy. If Y/N had not fallen into the rabbit hole that branded the mark on her arm, maybe she had the chance to keep her nephew with her. Y/N could do nothing about it. Despite her ideas of getting him out of that suffocating house, to finally enjoy the presence of someone she shared her blood with, to show him what magic truly was, she knew it would only place great danger onto him. Her life which had slanted down like that anticipated, fingers-digging-into-the-railing part of a roller coaster had gone from a flowery childhood to having no other alive family member if Harry was to be excluded.

If the time she had been on the run was to be calculated, it would’ve roughly been thirteen years. Thirteen years of shifting houses to houses. Although, one year, she had feared for the loyal followers to be sent to capture her, the rest twelve, she had to constantly check over her shoulders for a sign of Aurors who were on a mission to chuck every last death eater into Azkaban. Y/N hoped the day where she would not have to leave a bed to enter a new one would come. The witch didn’t mind if it was sooner than said, it would be nice to open windows to the scorching sun with a cup of warm tea in her hands. It would be nice to walk on open streets without a heavy, ominous clock over her head. It would be nice to walk on the streets, not pathways that had been littered with spit.

Although, the sweet victory taste she had dreamed for had turned bitter, acidic to her tongue as if those scenarios she wondered on for hours had been nothing but bait, a tease. The Privet Drive might’ve not been the best place for Harry, but it was the safest for the boy. Well, safer than going on the run with his aunt who had to keep glancing over her shoulders in case a shadow scurried after her.

Even though the wizard had suggested he could follow her since she had magical blood, just like him, the witch had no choice but to turn him down. Even the frown on his face had embedded itself in her memories. The disappointment at the rejection of a better life with the sister of his father had plagued Harry’s time at school. Not before Y/N told him to not mention their meeting to a single soul. It might’ve been hard for the young boy, but he somehow managed… well, apart from his two other friends he had found a strong connection with. Harry had mentioned the name Hermione and Ron during the heart-aching conversation of the early morning in his bedroom. Unfortunately, it had been cut short when the witch had realized the time.

Y/N was sick of scrambling around, running away and cowering from everything. Because she had not only feared the suppressed group that had gone either into hiding or had lied to not face the terrible consequences but also the Aurors. Aurors who had tied a price tag around her head. She couldn’t even defend herself. By that, the witch meant that the way her head had wrapped around the wrong she had done placed her perspective in an angle some people would not believe. In simpler words, Y/N believed- no, she knew that they wouldn’t spare a speck of mercy onto her soul. Even though she had thought of surrendering herself with hands high in the air, the Potter had not been dumb. Not to forget, she had pride. Pride to not give the golden trophy right into the hands of the Aurors.

Then, she made a move. It had been a risky path she fell into, but she moved her Queen piece across the chessboard. The only piece she had defending her sole King. Y/N sent a letter to the headmaster of Hogwarts. Despite her worry about his response since he was in fact, the creator of the Order of the Phoenix, there was no need to overthink of the great wizard’s reply. Dumbledore waited for the day, not losing a bar of hope for the return of the witch. The day she would clamber out of the dark hole she had stumbled into. Taking a chunk of his busy and occupied time, the wizard had made time for her. It was not long before they met up at the place he had chided to her when she was just a twelve-year-old, the place he told her where one should go before they die. Although, the place didn’t live up to the wizard’s words as it had been nighttime, the perfect and safe time for her to be out of her lodging, and it had recently just rained.

“There isn’t anything I say that will defend for what I have done. What I’ve done… it’s unforgivable.” Her gaze trailed down to brush over the clumpy doughs of the drenched soil. The stretched-out shapes had been filled in with the recent shower from the tears of the clouds. Although, the teardrops had been pure, innocent without a speck of tainted colour, now- it was just clouded. Y/N wished that was how she remembered her horribly chosen youth. Unfortunately, it had all been crystal clear. Despite her trying multiple choices of blurring out the wrong she had done, every single moment plays in her head every night. It sat in her mind, permanently.

With her lack of interaction with other wizards to minimize her appearance to the wizard community, obliviating herself wasn’t really an option. There had been some… pathetic muggle suggestions such as hurling her head against a wall. It didn’t take her long before she discarded the idea that would only cause more harm than good. Even though she wished she would not be reminded of such memories, she then remembered one of the few hopes that kept her hanging on that cliff.

No one was placed at such a position like Y/N’s. Well, other than someone she had grown to associate with the passing of years while she was a death eater. Is it still ‘was’? Was the thing she needed to yank out of her chest in the past? The ‘tattoo’ still remained. As time passed, it had faded from the prominent ink. Even though Y/N felt joy unfurl in her chest at the thought of it becoming non-existent, ready to see her bare arm once again without the hideous memory from her past, it lingered. The mark stayed to torture her every second. The branding on her arm had been the last string that labelled her as a death eater. She had not found anything to remove it. Y/N had gone through books after books, crumbling pages to flying lines, unreadable handwritings to hidden, enchanted chapters. None had given her an ounce of hope she needed.

“There have been many people who’ve done nothing but wrong their whole lives, yet, they always had something to say. What makes you an exception?” The man quirked up, his silvery eyebrows jumped at her figure with his infamous words that had been packed full of knowledge and riddle. It had always been like that, ever since she was just a child, the man who still rocked his extensive beard had become a prominent feature. Although, the two lost contact as she dived into the side she was warned about during dinner. Dinners that lasted short, a smudged out memory. Y/N pressed her lips in thought, fingers twiddling without a slight intrusion in her head. A habit she had grown up with. And like as always, he cut her off with another sentence for her to process. “If I remember correctly, you mentioned in the letter that you have not done more than maiming someone.”

“In the name of the Dark Lord.”

“Yes, but it was for your survival,” Dumbledore interjected. Oh, he always had his way with his speeches and his sentences.

A sigh brushed her lips, creaking into the heavy air of the light wind toying with the hairs of trees as if they were puppets. Pushing her legs to rest her back against the bench that had been damp from the previous shower, Y/N murmured without peeling her eyes away from her fingers, “He killed Regulus. Regulus never came back, you know? After a trip, he was gone… forever. That’s what made me doubt my choices. His death was the sole reason I had left.”

“Regulus Black. Sirius’s younger brother.”

Y/N hummed while her arms slithered to wrap around her body, the chilling kiss of the air had been merciless to the defence of her clothing, “Regulus Arcturus Black. Whenever I was lazy to call his name even though it’s just seven letters, I called him ‘R.A.B’,” She let out a chuckle since it had been her joke for the boy to embrace the three letters as his signature, before the corners of her lips curled down in realization. “Although, now, I seem to find the longer being comforting.”

“There’s no need to worry, what matters most is your safety. You must try to stray away from any sight of those who may seem interested. I will write a letter once Harry starts his third year.” Y/N nodded even though she was slightly reluctant to the life she would have to shift her own foot in. Deep down, she knew, no matter what other’s would say to comfort and calm down her nerves, she would always have something to fidget about. Something that came in the package when one falls into the Death Eater’s path.

It had barely been a month since she had met with the well-known headmaster, and Y/N hadn’t exactly found peace in continuing her life of being a criminal. The ability to sit still in a seat for longer than fifteen minutes was non-existent. Thoughts ran, scrambling from one side of her head to the other without rest. Every second, she would always have something to think of. A smart decision she made during her Hogwarts years was focusing during classes despite her side chores, so, it only became helpful when she needed a vial of ‘Draught of Peace’ or ‘Calming Draught’ to calm down her relentless thoughts.

Harry recently started his third year at Hogwarts as the letter sent by the one and only, Dumbledore. The wizard had reminded her as he had promised; although, she remembered the day the students would be going back to school. Y/N could only stare into the abyss while she dreamed of walking onto the ground of the school once more. Oh, to feel the chilling stone walls during winter. She could only dream.

It was for the safety of her nephew, and for her to stay in hiding that she didn’t write to the boy; even though she desperately wanted to. So, Y/N spent hours on the crooked wooden desk which had been slanted down, the folded piece of newspaper had begun to damp in the humid air, melting into the floor. The witch wasted hours of her day that flew by once she completed the letter to her heart’s desire. Days that stretched out when she didn’t occupy herself.

She could barely count the number of lines she had scribbled down onto countless yellow sheets of paper. After a day of jotting down hefty block of paragraphs that was enough to build castles, she would stuff the pile of letters away, under her bed, or she would try her best to cram the sheets into the minuscule gaps between tattered books and the shelves. Most addressed to her nephew, now, just unsent thoughts that had been occupying her head, and desires of her heart which she had no one to pour out to.

There was nothing Y/N could do. She was edging to the last sentence of her book, the last chapter of her story. If she was to stay, all she would have is Harry. Even so, she didn’t have him. The young wizard was hurled into the palms of her sister-in-law, muggles who hated whatever wizards were capable of.

Maybe the only reason she reached out to Dumbledore was because she had information, intel that would be impeccably useful to the Order. Things the members wouldn’t even be able to smear against, things they can’t even imagine. Comparing herself to some members of the organization who had achieved great things in the available tasks by the Ministry, Y/N had seen far more than some of them has. She has seen gruesome sights, sights she wished she had glanced away from. However, she knew, she knew he was watching.

That was her lifestyle now. The witch would have to suck it up, swallow the truth and deal with the reality she was stuck in. Stranded in a sole, pathetic room of a sad excuse of a building. Y/N had barely left the place she would have to call home. There had been multiple times the owner had tried to usher the lady out for a quick talk, Y/N did not want to risk anything. The only walls that had been present in the rented room were for the loo, that- she was grateful for.

Then, news broke out into the wizarding community, it cracked over their heads like a spoiled egg, the yolk oozing out in a battered pace before it splattered into a squelch. News that sent everyone into a frenzy, news that made heads poked into corners of streets before they proceeded to walk the route they had been used to for years. News of the notorious Sirius Black breaking out of Azkaban. It was impossible. No one had fled away from the prison. He was the first.

However, unlike most, Y/N knew things some didn’t know. It was not belief, rather, she knew the truth. Sirius Black did not do the things wizards and witches had whispered into each other’s ears. He was not capable of said-things. Y/N had met the man from his tight friendship with her older brother. Friendship that people had poked at him for being weak since he had shown his back to James. Those people knew nothing. They didn’t know how close they were for James to bring the boy to live at their house. They didn’t know that her parents had seen Sirius as their son. No one knew the truth, yet, they still let their words slip up into stubborn rumours.

During her years of being a death eater, side-by-side with Regulus, her head held high without a quiver in her bone, Y/N had heard and seen things. Maybe some of them she should’ve not even eavesdropped on. It would’ve cost her life… she still did so. Y/N was meant to be in Slytherin, it was destiny that she had denied ever since the hat had spoken, and she saw her brother’s expression falter at the declaration. Despite her opposition to the situation, she wore the new shoes perfectly. The first few years, she was as close to her brother as she was before, any time she saw him in the corridor, she would wave, or they would pick up a desultory conversation. With that, he had introduced his friends. Y/N could see the tight rope around them, bonds she can’t see broken. Or so she thought.

Then, it inched to her fourth year when she truly distanced herself. No, nothing would be blamed onto Regulus, no idea of his would be looked upon for the dead could not even defend himself. Y/N fell onto the path her parents had prominently warned her about. Their occasional talks about people who were surrounded with an aura that would send shivers down their spines sparked into muffled ears. Those lectures and lessons were all forgotten as Y/N found comfort standing beside the person she could not tear herself from.

Walburga would accept the girl with warm embrace. Although, that came with its consequences. Y/N had to sit at the dining table, next to Regulus while the woman rambled poison-filled words about her parents who were not ashamed to be in the presence of muggles. The blinded girl did as her blurred head told her to do so, she tolerated the blows to her gut. It was only rare times when Regulus would speak up to stop his mother from hurling more onto the meal made by the elf. Despite Walburga’s hatred for Y/N’s parents, the woman had mentioned countless times that she had filled in the shameful place of her other son. Y/N was sure the empty space in her house had been plucked in with Sirius Black.

Regulus would just be flushed with crimson red whenever his mother had brought up the two. She always took the chance to talk about how good they looked next to each other. There were few, forgotten times when she had dropped the word marriage. However, there was nothing but friendship between the two that would constantly burgeon, blossoming every second of every day. Walburga would swat it away, not believing them.

It was true, despite the pureblood mother believing the two had something going on. It was nothing but friendship. Sure, there had been gentle kisses against cheeks, but it was nothing more.

Everything then fell apart. She didn’t know who was amusing themselves by having a poke at the blocks of her life, but she knew it had wavered her platform. It was Regulus, then, it was her mother and father. The night when the elf had stumbled into the Grimmauld place, an ominous locket in his grasp, Y/N’s head went into a frenzy. She had never seen the creature look so distraught. The only reason she had remained at the house was because she had nowhere else to go. It wasn’t until days she would piece everything together. Regulus had gone, so the house-elf had confessed. The truth was not to be told to his family. How did anyone expect her to stay at the house she had made unforgettable memories? Y/N left, not even a farewell or a note for the family.

The two had whispered conversations of the truth of becoming a death eater, they would do so under their breaths, afraid of who might listen. Whatever Regulus did, she did too.

Kreacher said he had been ordered by Regulus to go back home with the locket, leaving the wizard to die. Y/N had screamed at the creature for his pathetic words, thankfully, Walburga nor Orion was at home. The two Slytherins had discussed of the Dark Lord’s attempt to murder the house-elf before they dived into countless pages, all so they could land to assume that the locket had been a Horcrux. The two eighteen-year-olds had just found out the deepest secret of the Dark Lord. And one of them died with the truth, while the other ran for her life.

If it wasn’t enough, Y/N could not even attend the funeral of her parents. The people she had not spoken to for years. She had listened to the words on the street that it was to Dragon Pox. It was then Y/N had to sit through excruciating months before she had the chance to visit their graves. The last she had seen their faces was a photo she had absent-mindedly packed before she had run away from home. If seeing her parents in flesh was in consideration, it was the sobbing mother who could not calm her hiccups in tears with every caress of her husband’s warmth. The photo might’ve been the best mistake she had ever made.

In the midst of 1980, thoughts that would only surface when the sun no longer exists had steered the witch away from the path she thought she would be on until she bled to death. Just before she allowed the thought of living her life on the run consumed her, she had planned and listed out everything that would come as consequences if she was to proceed. That was when she tumbled over something. Still a death eater, she had stumbled upon the voice of a man who had been deeply trusted by her brother conversing with none other than the leader of the dark. His squeaky voice poured out every information he had about James and Lily. However, that was not the thing she had eavesdropped on. It was the fact that the man was Peter Pettigrew, the boy who would trail with the group. All so he could fall under the protection of the Dark Lord. What a grave mistake he had made.

Y/N didn’t know what it was in her, but she then cut off any ties with the death eaters. That sounded easier than it truly was. There would be nights when she would feel her arm burn, flames piercing into her skin. He was angry, furious- she knew. All she could do was clutch onto the frigid sheets of the bed around her inflamed arm. She lived and survived, something she didn’t know how she came out successful, and lived her life on the run, always on edge. She stayed at multiple places, hoping the dark lord and his goons had not found her. To her luck, the pain dimmed down, she had only felt the faintest of a sting at the mark.

Then, it was the unseen, unfortunate death of James and Lily. Y/N didn’t waste a second when she had heard a man regurgitate the words at the bar to sprint towards the house. The motionless figure of the man she once had picked on for accidentally wearing her jumper of an adorable bunny. So, she cradled his chilling body while streams of tears gush out of her eyes. There was no one left for her. That was, until she reluctantly pulled away from the corpse to follow the boisterous cries. Up the mess of a corridor and into a nursery with planks of wood decorating the floor She was met by a gruesome sight of her sister-in-law, flat on the ground, and the relentless toddler who the dark lord feared, her nephew.

Even though Y/N wished to spend more time, she had no choice but to peel herself away. She apparated away once she jumped through the window. Not long after, it was the rest of the Order’s turn to take in the event.

Y/N knew there had been some death eaters who remained loyal to the dark lord despite his fall. Some had been locked up in Azkaban, while the rest still sauntered over streets casually. She knew some of them would be chasing after her, she knew the Ministry was searching for her, so why did she fall for the words scribbled by Dumbledore to meet up with Remus?

“Sirius didn’t kill James and Lily.” Remus nodded, his eyes finding the sight of the pond to be more captivating.

“I know.”

“Sirius didn’t murder those muggles.” Remus nodded once again.

“I know.”

“You know, yet, you had not defended the man when everyone’s ears had been stuffed with lies.” The wizard could only press his lips, lost in thought.

“Y/N, listen, we haven’t exactly been on the same path, but I feel like we are now,” The witch’s eyebrows furrowed. Remus swung from the same bench she had sat with Dumbledore. “I wanted to meet you when Dumbledore had told me he had met you. Although, I didn’t have a good excuse to do so. Now, I do.”

His ominous words had only made her fingers crawl towards her wand. Neck snapping towards the rustling of leaves, she shot up from the seat, the wooden stick pointing towards the source of noise. With a spell murmured by Remus, her wand was out of her hand. She didn’t want to falter her gaze from the shadow that poured out of the bushes, but she couldn’t help her expression morphing into that of betrayal. Remus didn’t bother to send a face to comfort her.

Y/N felt every muscle in her body freeze, every fibre was pulled taut before they remained stationary. The black dog paced towards her at a casual pace, almost approaching her carefully. Its eyes, it looked familiar. She had seen it somewhere. And no wonder… she had. Before her eyes, the dog transformed into a man who was dressed in tattered and shabby clothing of dull colours. The face of the man who had been plastered all across newspapers and streets, “Sirius?”

Maybe she should’ve panicked first, to why he had even put himself at risk, her even, but she reverted to another path. She saw Regulus in him. The infamous Black’s dark hair which Regulus would gingerly trim and take care of had flourished on Sirius’s head.

“You’ve got to be joking me,” Y/N gushed out, the corners of her lips curled up in amusement even though she felt anything but amusement. “Are you out of your mind? You truly have gone insane in Azkaban.”

The witch turned to face Remus, “You too. Is this the plan of yours? What? To bag me up for the Ministry?”

Remus sighed out, his fingers splayed out against her wand, “Sirius wanted to meet you, the reason, he had not told me. This meeting is not a trick, no one knows Sirius is here.”

“Will you be holding my wand throughout this?” The man could only give her a slight nod of his head. Y/N let out a frustrated huff. “Fine, get on with it, I can’t wait to leave the country after this.”

“Do you know of Peter’s boundaries?” Sirius’s voice sounded hoarse, raspy as if he desperately needed water. Maybe that’s what happens when one has just escaped a prison which was believed to prevent escapes.

Y/N’s face transformed into that of an offended expression, “Peter Pettigrew?” Once the man confirmed with a nod of his head, Y/N scoffed at the accusation. “What makes you think I know where he is?”

“Well, you two bear the mark,” The words fell off his tongue without a care for her. “You two sold yourselves to Voldemort, it would only make sense if you knew where the traitor is.”

“Sorry to break it to you, but I have no idea of where he is.”

Seconds morphed into minutes, minutes of Sirius’s eyes beaming onto her, “Have you bothered to search for him? Did you even know he was the one who sold out James and Lily to Voldemort?”

“I know a lot of things, Black,” Y/N sneered. “To satisfy your endless questions, I’ve done everything I could to find him when I happened to stumble upon his voice at the Malfoy’s home.”

“You knew that Peter was meeting with Voldemort and you didn’t bother to spend a cent on the thought that it would be James and Lily’s fall? Were you too busy snogging my brother?”

The mention of Regulus sparked up something in her chest, something that spun through hurricanes, Y/N’s expression hardened at the sight of the man, “Do not speak ill of Regulus.”

“Still defending my brother? You two never parted away from each other, every corner I turn at school, you two were always side-by-side.” Sirius could feel the corners of his lips curl up.

“Sirius,” Remus interjected to stop the man, he knew this would not go well if the convict had not held himself back.

“How hard it must’ve been for you to see him gone.”

Y/N could feel her fingers furl with every word he uttered, “He was your brother.”

“Was. I was exiled from my family, remember? You would remember clearly, I remember the day you left home to stay at that horrid place.”

“Sirius, that’s enough.”

“No! Remus! She must know the pain she inflicted onto her parents when she stepped away from that house, the sadness James drowned himself in when he couldn’t find any way to invite you to his wedding.”

“Would you stop mentioning my brother?”

“Oh, so now you consider him with sentiment? What happened to avoiding us?”

“Are you done? I had only prayed the meeting with Remus to be civilized, yet, here you are.” She sneered.

“Why do you fear of talking about James? Are you turning away like a coward? Now?”

“I don’t want to talk about James because I’m not in the mood for it, Sirius.”

“When are you in the mood then? Is it because you are saddened by the fact that you couldn’t take Harry when you visited their house?” Y/N accidentally allowed her eyes to widen at his words “You didn’t think we wouldn’t know?”

“I was in no position to take Harry.”

“You were in every position to take Harry!” Sirius yelled out, his veins popping up to bulge into the air. “You are his blood! His aunt! His godmother!”

“His what?”

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tuiyla · 4 years

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So I finally watched The Owl House

I wish I’d do this with every show I watch but it seems like only a lucky few get the She-Ra style rant of love treatment. Well, I finally watched The Owl House after my dash having been flooded for the past couple of weeks and I have some thoughts. Slight spoilers below.

First off, I love the whole vibe. I had a faint idea that this show would be about magic but I didn’t know much before watching - except for one thing, we’ll get back to that. The way it builds its world and deals with magic, though, is so refreshing. And I just have to mention here that I laughed out loud at all the Harry Potter jabs, they were hilarious. I expect we’ll learn much more about magic and its users as the show goes on but as far as the first season goes the introduction was really solid. It strikes the right balance between leaving things to the imagination but being more than “wave wand and magic happens”. It’s colourful, it’s creative, and I even like the ovens and school tracks, despite knowing that the story is about not conforming to those. It makes the Boiling Isles unique and make me want to learn more about the world even beyond the characters and the main plot.

TOH also presents a world that’s much more macabre than I was expecting from the Disney Channel, not that that’s a bad thing. I found myself thinking of Adventure Time at certain points and pondering, at scary moments, how kids would react. I think kids love this, though, and besides, nothing can be more scarring than Courage the Cowardly Dog was. It’s not that terrifying, of course, just daring enough to stand out. Overall the show has what I would classify as more of a Cartoon Network vibe than a Disney Channel one, but I admittedly haven’t really been following many Disney shows. In any case, I dig it. I dig the weird creatures and the beautiful backgrounds and I appreciate how alive the Boiling Isles feel. It doesn’t take long for TOH to immerse you in its world so I’m for one am hooked.

I make a big deal of loving the world itself because rarely does it happen that world-building stands out to me so soon in a series. I do love carefully constructed fantasy worlds but for the most part I’m more interested in the characters themselves. Here, I’d say it’s close to being a 50-50, which is something that even Avatar can’t say with its elemental masterclass in world-building (which is mostly because the character depth there is unrivaled but still). So yeah, kudos to The Owl House for achieving this. From Luz’s glyph magic to the covens and the titans, I’m excited to explore this world more.

Now, the characters. The real meat of any story. Starting with Luz, I have seen some criticism that she’s a generic hero so far, the “I’m a weirdo”, heart of gold, upbeat variety. I don’t think this makes her bland, though I do admit that being told over and over again that she’s weird makes me less engaged, even she’s also shown to be weird. I like the message of her arc and that the chosen one trope was deconstructed almost right away. I like that she’s relentlessly enthusiastic and kind to people and I like that she doesn’t have to get more bitter in order to get development. Instead, she learns from her mistakes but keeps being herself and brings her unique spirit to the Boiling Isles. We need protagonists like Luz, not just because she’s latina and bisexual but because her learning process doesn’t involve cynicism. Sure, there is a lot she needs to learn but her heart is presented as an asset and a sort of source of magic. I’m excited to see where her story goes, for sure.

I’m gonna write briefly about the other characters before I get to my favourite one. Eda is super cool and I quickly got over the fact that she’s not Beatrice Horseman, lol. She embodies such a youthful energy but the show also allows her to be a middle-aged woman comfortable in her own body - well, owl curse notwithstanding. Also, her relationship with Lilith is one of my favourite parts of the whole show. Eda subverts so many of the mentor’s traditional tropes and I’m here for it. I kinda thought she was the villain based on her design and when I didn’t know anything about the show but hey, happy she’s not.

I don’t think I’d even seen a picture of King before starting to watch the series and at first I thought I’d get tired of him real quick. He’s the type of character who can get really annoying instead of endearing really fast if he’s not given any depth or charm, both by way of writing and voice acting. Luckily, I ended up liking King and his antics. His design is indeed adorable and Alex Hirsch is a genius. The only time I felt like he went too far was, perhaps surprisingly, in the book writing episode, “Sense and Insensitivity”, but even there going too far was the point. So yeah, King’s also great, there’s much potential in his backstory and general character.

Alright so really quickly, other characters: Willow and Gus are generic best friend characters and though they already have other things going on, I expect more development as the series progresses. I like that Willow is actually super powerful, just not in the way people expected her to and Gus is clearly also talented despite being younger. I’d be happy to see more of the other kids, get more familiar with Hexside. Edric and Emira are fun characters but they were really shitty in their first episode so I was kind of surprised they weren’t more of a nuisance to Amity later on. I’m all for supportive siblings so I wouldn’t mind a good relationship between the three but I feel like it’s more complicated than that with the Blights.

Finally, I also have to mention that Hooty is... well, quite something, isn’t he. Much like with King, I thought he’d be much more annoying but somehow the show is self-aware enough that it makes Hooty tolerable. I’m almost always torn between feeling sorry for him and being thoroughly weirded out, and I think that’s the intention? It’s fitting that he’s the titular character as he embodies the tone of The Owl House well in my eyes. He’s there for the comedy but there’s just enough there to hint at something more. Very bizarre, strong CN vibes, here for it.

Now that I’ve written a paragraph more about Hooty than I expected to, let’s talk about Amity. Listen, no other character stood a chance to be my favourite as soon as I learned Mae Whitman voiced Amity. That woman gave me Katara so now I have a quasi Pavlovian response to her voice. I’d also say that I knew more about Amity going into the show than I did about any other aspect of TOH. I heard somewhere that she started out as an antagonist, I knew her parents were abusive, and the reason the show blew up on my dash and my general online bubble is the Grom episode. Lucikly I only saw stills of Lumity beneath the crescent moon but the pure Sapphic energy of that was enough to gay migrate me to this show. I’d like to note it here though that The Owl House is a good show in and of itself, the queer rep is just a nice extra. I’m gonna spend the next couple hundred words going on about Amity and her crush on Luz but I don’t value only that. The Gay Migration is great and rep is great but I’m also grateful to have a solid show behind it. That being said.

I’m a total dyke for Amity Blight. I was very biased before even being introduced to her character but I genuinely find her to be fascinating and she has great potential. She’s developing quite quickly, like much of The Owl House, but an arc not being stretched out for several seasons before getting a rushed conclusion is refreshing. The progress hits all the beats and the only note I have is that I want more. She starts out as a generic bully but the opportunity to be more is there from the beginning. We find out early on that she used to be friends with Willow, we see that she works hard and values honest work. When she becomes Luz’s rival, it doesn’t last long before Amity shows that she’s open to new perspectives. That’s not to defend or even justify her earlier and nastier moments, Amity was rude to both Luz and Willow. But through all that, she becomes a complex character who does bad things but isn’t a bad person and grows when she gets the space to. I think that’s neat.

Luz’s decision to befriend her might be cartoon logic but as someone who subscribes to the “kill them with kindness” ideology, I can totally relate. Amity’s softer side doesn’t take long to show and “Lost in Language” is such a great episode to show how complex people can be. Again, I was already biased when it came to Amity but she’s consistently shown to be capable of self-reflection and growth when others give her the chance. I think her past and potential future friendship with Willow is a great way to explore many different topics and I’m trusting the show to do it justice. I also can’t wait to meet the rest of the Blights, if only to get me some angst and further develop Amity. I half expected Grom to take the form of her parents. Too dark for Disney? Well, we don’t know Amity’s dynamic with her parents, exactly, but there’s so much subtext and potential. I love what we’ve already seen from her but I’d also say that she has one of the greatest potentials in the show.

Another way in which this potential manifests is Lumity, of course. Again, they’re developing quite quickly but that doesn’t mean it’s rushed. I’d love to explore Amity’s crush more and what Luz means to her. The Grom episode surpassed all expectations, still and gifs don’t do the stunning dance sequence justice. The animation is so smooth, the colours are amazing, the music is on point and the Sapphic vibes complete the picture. Poetic cinema, truly. Molly Ostertag and Noelle Stevenson are really out there giving wlw animation fans everything we ever wanted, huh. It also warms my heart that the crush is made very clear, not just by Luz’s name being on the note but by the delightful gay disaster that is Amity in “Wing It Like Witches”. I never thought I’d ever see such a relatable useless lesbian in animation so kudos to Dana Terrace and the whole crew. Wow, how far we’ve come.

So yeah, Amity is a funky little lesbian and I’m a 100% here for her gay disaster moments, but I also love where Lumity is going thematically. They’re great as foils and I’m hoping that they won’t get together at the very end. Look, I love me some Bubbline, Korrasami and Catradora, but it’s time a wlw relationship had the chance to exist onscreen and not only in the last episode. The Owl House has a great chance to do that. I know the creators don’t want romance to be the main focus and I respect that, I think the world they created deserves to showcased and explored to its full potential. Lumity could be a great subplot though, as representation on the one hand and as a thematically interesting dynamic on the other. Plus, Luz and Amity are just cute and sometimes, it’s as simple as that. Oh, and also the whole Little Miss Perfect thing? One of the best fandom discoveries I’ve made in a long while. Not only is the song truly perfect for Amity, I love that Joriah Kwamé went on to write Ordinary as well. This right here is why fandom is beautiful.

I think that’s about it for season 1 initial thoughts. The moral can be a bit on the nose at times, especially in the early episodes but the show is ultimately for kids and I appreciate its message. Interesting world and magic system, good characters, great potential for later seasons, just a well put together show that I’m really glad I started watching. I’m kind of sorry I didn’t keep up with season 1 as it was coming out but I would not have been able to wait between episodes. The pacing is good overall, deffo moves fast but I wouldn’t call it rushed, and the “filler” episodes still add something to the story. I’m not sure if I would still feel like the show moves at a fast pace if I hadn’t binged it but in any case it isn’t rushed, the necessary beats are all there and have time to sit. I’m going to watch as it comes out from now on so hopefully season 2 will arrive early next year.

Oh, and: I’m very new to the fandom, barely just found out about Little Miss Perfect, so any and all tidbits, fun facts, and fic recommendations are welcome. Also if you just want to chat my inbox is always open!

#the owl house #toh #amity blight #lumity #luz noceda #my thoughts #down another rabbit hole i go

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lupins-sweater · 4 years

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I’m Sorry

(Percy Weasley x Reader)

Summary: Percy wants to have a second chance after the war. Do you?

Warnings: verrrry angsty, first time writing angst, so it kinda sucks

I’m going to try something a little different and do some angst

You weren’t quite sure when he changed, but one day you looked up, and he was a completely different person. Sure he could be a little intense. But he wasn’t a prick. Once he finished prefect duty, he would bring you treats from the kitchen and a kiss goodnight. Sometimes you could even talk the avid rule follower to bend some rules because he wanted to make you happy. As simple as that. If you were caught out past curfew or skipping a class, Percy would let it slide (although you would get the “I love you, but there’s going to be a time when I can’t cover for you.”

You enjoyed gifting him the fanciest quills and the biggest pumpkin pasties every time he accomplished something. You were so proud of him; calling Percy Weasley your boyfriend gave you joy. Under that hard exterior was someone who was very loving and gentle. Or at least you thought.

After you had graduated Hogwarts, you and Percy moved into a small flat in Diagon Alley. Even though it was rather small, it was home to you. You quickly decorated the shared abode with squishy arm chairs and a couch. The flat was fairly clean and a wonderful home to transition from school.

Percy proposed not too long after the announcement of receiving the position at the Ministry. He claimed the money would help significantly with the wedding cost and maybe with starting a family. But you both weren’t expecting to bring children into your life for another couple of years; you agreed you were too young, and you wanted to focus on your careers first. You were training to become a healer, and Percy wanted a stable job that wasn’t an assistant.

At first you thought he was just tired or stressed from working with Crouch. I mean who wouldn’t, right? He would come home and not be in the mood to talk. Even on his days off, he was working on assignments and didn’t want to be disturbed. It was like he didn’t have time for cuddle night anymore. You hoped this was just a rough spot in your relationship; every couple goes through them. But as the bad days turned into bad weeks and into bad months, you grew out of sync with your partner. Every time you tried to discuss his sudden change of behavior, it was always, “ Not now, Y/N. I’m busy,” or “Maybe tomorrow.”

You turned to his family for guidance after a month and a half of being ignored. The twins said it was just normal Percy behavior. He probably was upset about cauldron thickness again. But Molly and Arthur could tell something was wrong. You briefly explained the situation, and they knew just as much as you did. Percy apparated to his childhood home after he noticed you weren’t at the flat, a scowl on his face. Anger brewed at the surface.

So here you were. At the burrow watching the fight between you fiancé and his father unfold. You stood behind the doorframe leading into the living room.

“Percy, what’s going on? Y/N came over here and told us you’ve been distant,” Arthur inquired, concerned for his son’s future marriage.

“Our relationship is none of your business!” Percy shouted.

Molly rushed into the room furious. “Don’t talk to your father like that! He’s trying to help you!”

“Well it doesn’t help he’s not the best role model.”

You entered the room with watery eyes. “Percy, please stop. I just want to know what’s bothering you.”

He looks at you and struggles to find the right words. “You know what’s wrong? The fact that I have to deal with a lousy reputation at the Ministry because my father’s strange obsession with muggles! I’m being poked fun at all the time! I’m told I’m just going to end up like you,” he pointed to Arthur. “A person with little to no ambition. You want to stay in your low paying job dealing with muggles. That’s the reason why we’re so poor! Don’t you feel feel awful that your children can’t afford robes for school?” Percy’s voice crescendoed into a scream. His words could be heard throughout the house.

You and your future parent in-laws stood there in shock. This wasn’t like Percy at all.

“How long? How long have you been feeling like this?” you asked barely above a whisper.

“I’ve been made fun of because I’m a Weasley in school, but I thought I would prove myself once I got out. But once I started working at the Ministry, I was met with the same comments I heard before I graduated. I don’t want my future family to have the same experience.”

“I- I’m sorry my job has affected you like that,” Arthur apologized, “I had no idea.”

Molly put a hand on her husband’s arm. “Percival Ignatius Weasley. You do NOT talk to your father that way. He has been working hard your entire life and longer to provide for this family! And he’s doing what he loves despite all the jeers he gets from his coworkers. I would say he’s ambitious.”

“It’s not just that, Mum. Crouch and others high up have been telling me Dumbledore is making up You-Know-Who is back to make the Ministry look bad. And you’ve been helping him spread this rumor! They’re starting to question my loyalty!” Percy was upset again.

“But they should listen to Dumbledore. Harry is warning us, and if we don’t do anything now, it will be too late. We can’t wait for the Ministry to sound the alarm after the death eaters start terrorizing again,” his father defended himself.

“We can’t ‘sound the alarms’ just because he believes every word Potter says! His claim is rubbish. There’s no evidence!”

“Why would they not believe Harry? He can hear Voldemort talking to him; he has visions, Perce,” you interjected.

He stormed over to you and grabbed your hand. Before he apparated you back to the flat, he turned to his parents and his face softened. “Please stop associating with Dumbledore. I can’t be around people who are against the Ministry.”

“You know we can’t do that,” Arthur said in an apologetic tone. He crosses his arms and shook his head.

“Fine.”

You made it home, Percy still holding your hand. The floorboards were more interesting than your teary eyes. You finally cleared your throat and tried to find a place to start. “I think...you were a little harsh on your father.” you said choosing your words carefully.

“But he’s put me through so much. I can’t take the way people judge me based on my father’s choices.”

“Perce, he hasn’t done anything wrong. It’s just the way people view muggles. They’re obsessed with how pure their blood is, and condemn Arthur for being passionate about non magical people just because he’s “pure blood.””

“But he could have chosen any other job! He could have been in a higher office, but he chose this!”

“I mean this in the beat way possible, so you can hopefully change your mindset. You’re being disgusting and selfish. It’s not like you to be concerned with someone’s blood status,” you put your hands on his arms and shook him lightly.

He scoffed and tore himself from your grasp. “Disgusting? Selfish? In the best way possible? If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume you’ve been spending too much time with my parents. Oh. And why did you go to them and talk about our relationship?”

You flinched at the harshness in his voice. “I’m sorry. I should have used better words, but I hate thinking you dislike your father because some of your coworkers think they’re better than them. And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told your parents about our problems, but I didn’t know who else to go to?”

Percy took off into the bedroom and paced in front of the bed. “Maybe your fiancé?”

You threw your arms up in frustration. “Percy, I tried! Every time I wanted to talk about what’s bothering you, you always brushed me off. If you won’t talk about it, who will?”

“Do you really believe in what Dumbledore is saying? About You-Know-Who?” He asks, changing the subject.

“Of course. Why would he try to make the Ministry look bad?”

Percy pulled a trunk out from the closet and started to fill it with clothes. “Percy! Wh-what are doing?”

“I can’t let anyone know my fiancée supports Dumbledore. I think we need a break.”

A sob escaped your lips as you realised he was leaving you. “Please. Can I do anything to make you stay? I don’t want you to leave,” you begged.

He locked the trunk and walked toward the door. Percy stopped in front of you with a pained look on his face. His voice sounded like he was trying not to cry, “Come find me when you’ve stopped being around Dumbledore’s supporters. They’re bad influences.” And he left.

——

You couldn’t afford the rent of the small flat, so you sent a letter to the Weasleys asking for a place to stay. They kindly let you take Percy’s old room where you spent most of your nights crying. Wondering why your fiancé left you. Wasn’t he the guy all those years ago who helped carry your books to class? Didn’t he get down on one knee and promise he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you? It didn’t make sense why he would sever his ties with his family.

Molly tried to go talk some sense into him and tell him you missed him, but he shut the door as soon as she opened her mouth to speak. Not long after that his Christmas sweaters arrived by owl without a letter explaining why he sent them back.

Everyone was upset by his actions. You constantly had to reassure his parents it wasn’t their fault. Arthur’s job isn’t something he should be ashamed of; pure blood families are obsessed with their status, and will bully everyone who doesn’t share the same values and beliefs. Molly didn’t do anything wrong; she was standing up for her husband which she’s done hundreds of times. The red head family also helped you process your break in the relationship. They were always there to distract yourself or give you much needed advice.

The days blurred together as you started to work long shifts at St. Mungo’s as a healer, finally completing your training. A lot happened in the following months: Hogwarts was back in session, Arthur was injured, the war was about to start, and you and Ron received letters from Percy. Nothing good came from the neat scrawl on the fancy parchment. Ron was told to stop hanging out with Harry as “he’s a bad influence,” and your engagement was called off since it’s been months since you’ve talked.

You agreed with him on that point. What’s the use of being engaged to a man that doesn’t want to be associated with your views? You distracted yourself from the pain by preparing for the battle at Hogwarts with The Order. You taught everyone basic healing spells and what to do in certain medical emergencies.

——

The night before the battle you were sitting on your bed, knees pulled into your chest, as you contemplated the danger of what’s to come. You couldn’t sleep, too anxious for tomorrow. Everyone went to their rooms for the night no doubt in the same position you were in. A knock at the window startled you. You whipped your head to see a large owl holding a letter addressed to you in its claws.

You got up from you bed and open the window. You recognised the neat, loopy writing immediately. Percy. You didn’t exactly want to read what was inside; he already said he didn’t want to marry you anymore. What else does he want to tell you?

You reluctantly tore the letter open and began to read.

Y/N,

I am so sorry. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. I shouldn’t have left you because those at the Ministry wouldn’t approve of your views. It was wrong of me to let my coworkers cloud my views of my family, the love of my life, and my father. Although it’s not an excuse for my behavior, I snapped after hearing people talk poorly of my loved ones constantly at school and work. I can’t believe I let it get the better of me. I plan to talk to my family tomorrow before the war. I want to talk to them before anything happens. I don’t know what I’ll do if I won’t get to fight by their side. Merlin, Y/N, I still love you. I miss you so much, and I know I’ve hurt you. If you’d like, here’s the address to come see me. It’s understandable if you don’t want to.

Sincerely and with love, Percy

You read the letter over and over not quite sure if you were happy or not. He’s said some awful things to you and his family, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to forget that. And he still loved you. Gosh you loved him too, but you didn’t want to become engaged again. You still had a lot to think about.

You decided you were going to see him after all. Who knows, this could be your last night alive. You wrote a quick note to the Weasleys explaining where you were going and left the letter there for them to read.

——

The flat in London was fairly nice. It no doubt cost a pretty galleon. You walked up the steps to the brass knocker on the door that read “112 A” and knocked. The door opened less than a minute later, and a shocked red head stood before you.

“Y/N. You actually showed up,” he breathed and motioned for you to enter the flat.

You stepped through the doorway to find a well lit apartment; beautiful yet simple furniture was placed throughout the room.

“Looks nice in here,” you complimented, not sure where to start.

“Thanks. It’s not the homely as our home on Diagon Alley.” He cleared his throat. “I heard you’re living with the rest of my family. At the Burrow I mean.”

“Yeah. I couldn’t keep up with the rent.”

Percy looked at you with a look that showed he felt awful for letting that happen.

“I understand why you felt like you had to prove you were loyal to the Ministry, but cutting off your family? Calling off your engagement?! Percy I loved you!” You were now sobbing in front of the man who was your fiance. He really wants to pull you in for a hug, but he knew you were furious.

“I loved you, too. It was wrong and disgusting of me to disown my family. I still love you. If you don’t want to be with me anymore, that’s fine.”

You wiped your tears and waited until you could speak again without sobbing again. “I want to be with you again, too. But I’m not sure if that’s the best idea, Perce. It’s been months since we’ve spoken. And you said some pretty awful things.”

Percy looked away and tried not to cry. He messed up big time, and there’s nothing he can do to reverse the damage.

“I know,” he whispered.

“I’m going to need time to rethink everything.”

He nodded as a response, looking down at his feet. You walked up to him and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your hair.

“Can you please stay the night? I just need someone to hold before tomorrow.”

You nodded a yes as you wished for the same thing. You needed comfort, and this took you back to a time where all you had to worry about was a potions test. Who knew what tomorrow could bring?

#percy weasley x reader #percy weasley x y/n #percy weasley x you #percy weasley

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halothenthehorns · 3 years

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THE BOGGART IN THE WARDROBE

Remus got wearily to his feet, and Harry noted with some concern he looked paler than he did yesterday. Was this book really taking that much out of him? He wanted to ask, but felt it slightly rude, so he kept himself quite as Remus went to his chapter.

Malfoy didn't come back to classes until Thursday,

"Really," Sirius demanded, "he milked that injury for almost four days!"

Harry's face twisted in annoyance, fighting down the urge to say that it was probably longer than that.

"Look on the bright side," Lily smirked, "he probably had to make up all that work. I know none of those teachers fell for that."

"Oh wait," James pouted, "how come you haven't had Remus' class yet?" 'Plus, has Harry really gone four days without talking to him' he added in his head, biting at his lip and trying to not snap at his friend for that. What possible reason could he have now for avoiding Harry? Dumbledore surely wasn't still stopping him?

"We didn't have it until that afternoon," Harry said, also still eyeing Remus curiously as he realized the same thing.

There was a sticky silence for a moment as they all realized this fact, but aside from Remus ducking his head and fidgeting with the sleeve of his robes in agitation, no one said anything this time.

and he chose his moment to reappear in Potions, marching into the room with his arm in bandages looking much like a man acting like he'd returned from some dramatic battle.

"I'd like to see how he does in a real fight," James snapped bitterly.

"Probably run away, or hide the whole time," Sirius agreed.

Pansy was by his side in a moment, asking how he was feeling, and Draco admitted it still hurt a lot, while giving his friends an obvious wink when she turned her back.

"Subtle," Remus frowned in annoyance.

Snape's only response to the talking was to tell them all to settle down.

Lily rolled her eyes in annoyance, knowing full well he wouldn't have done that to any other student. His attitude was really starting to tick a nerve with her.

Harry wasn't pleased with his teacher's attitude, knowing full well that if anyone else had come in like that he'd have given them a detention instead.

"Glad we're all on the same page," James grumped, keeping an eye on Lily to see if she agreed. To his surprise, she did seem to.

Considering Malfoy was in Snape's house though, and Snape was well known for favoring the Slytherin's, no one was surprised at the exchange. What did shock them, was when Malfoy dragged his cauldron over to where Harry and Ron were working.

"Oh, this is just going to be brilliant," Sirius scowled in pure annoyance.

Then he raised his hand, and told his teacher that he couldn't cut up his own plants with just one arm.

Lily grimaced, knowing that would have been an actual concern had something really been wrong with him, but one, there wasn't a thing wrong with his arm, and two, he should get his friends to help him; not pick on her son.

Snape didn't even flinch as he told Ron to do it for him.

All five of them muttered something foul under their breath, knowing full well this was going to drag on, and already hating it.

Ron had to bite his tongue to stop himself from throwing insults at one or both of them, but did as told and started lopping the roots to bits in uneven squares.

Lily couldn't help but give a vindictive smirk, knowing full well she would have done the same thing as this would completely ruin that little jerk's potion.

Malfoy hardly looked surprised, as he called back to Snape that Ron had just ruined his roots.

"Dang it," James frowned, "I wasn't even sure he'd realize that was important."

Snape came over to have a look himself, smiling at Ron in a very unpleasant way.

"Know that look all too well," Sirius grumbled, his face twisting around with dislike.

"What did I do to deserve this chapter," Remus huffed. "We'd gone so long without having to deal with this guy."

Then he told Ron and Malfoy to swap ingredients, and Ron began to protest as he'd spent the whole of the class putting effort into making sure his own roots were replicas of each other.

"Wow," James said in surprise, "credit to him for that dedication."

Snape wouldn't hear it, telling Ron to do it and getting a dangerous tone.

James had to bite his tongue to hold back his comment that he didn't find Snape very dangerous at all, but he reminded himself of the age difference again.

Ron did with as much silent protest as possible, then Malfoy reminded he was going to need something skinned as well, and Snape instructed Harry to do that with a look of hatred he reserved just for Harry.

"I should feel really special huh?" Harry grumbled.

"Nah," Sirius smirked, "remember, he's going to be sharing that look with Remus from now on."

That at least caused Remus and James to chuckle, while Lily was quickly losing her patience with all of these boys.

Harry did as told, trying to ignore Malfoy who leaned over and asked if they'd spoken to Hagrid recently.

Harry scowled even more heavily, more than frustrated he was no longer allowed down at his friend's place to help cheer him up.

Then he kept going, giving a heavy fake sigh as he told how his dad was not happy to hear about him getting hurt, and Hagrid was going to be getting the sack any day now because of it.

"Your father can bite my-"

"James," Lily cut him off, matching him glare for glare. "You lot shouldn't be cussing so much, it's still a bad habit with the baby around."

Sirius rolled his eyes and grumbled something about how he still couldn't understand them, but Remus decided to keep going anyways.

Ron told Malfoy if he didn't shut up he'd give him a not so fake injury.

That drew a smirk from James and Sirius again, very much hoping Ron would make good on that threat soon.

Malfoy ignored him, still talking that his father had already spoken to the school governors and the Minster, his dad kept a lot of important company.

"Remembered vividly as the guy who tried to blackmail the school governors," Remus reminded in forced light tones.

"Why's he bragging to you anyways?" Lily demanded, "it's not like you care."

"Search me," Harry huffed.

Then he gave a tragic look at his folded arm and lamented it may never properly work again.

"Next time I'll make sure it actually is ripped out of socket," Sirius snarled a little too forcefully it seemed, since the baby in his lap gave a little whine of displeasure. Sirius forced himself to relax and give the kid a cuddle then to relax them both.

Harry snapped that this was why Malfoy was acting like this, while taking the head off of a dead caterpillar,

"At least it was already dead," Remus said weakly, trying to force some humor into Harry's outraged face. Harry ignored him.

all to get rid of Hagrid!

James let out a string of words he thought quite appropriate, but low enough under his breath he didn't think Lily heard him.

Malfoy agreed that would be a bonus, but for now he was enjoying himself with this, while shoving his own caterpillars at Ron and telling him to cut those up as well.

"Is he really going to do this until he stops faking his injury?" Sirius demanded, looking faint.

"How long can he milk that?" James demanded of nothing.

No one had an answer for either of them.

Not too far away, Snape was having his own enjoyment of striking fear into Neville again. It didn't help that Potions was the boy's worst subject, but having Snape hovering around made him even clumsier than usual.

Lily's eyes kept narrowing the longer Remus kept going, so that it looked like she was squinting over at him, but the expression was so terrifying none of the boys really wanted to call her out on it.

Personally, James was rather pleased at this. It was horrible what Snape was doing to Neville, but it seemed Lily wasn't going to be defending him much longer. It honestly blew his mind how she still was, considering their last rather public conversation.

Snape was currently berating Neville for his potion being the wrong color, in this case orange. He listed the many reasons why this was wrong and what Neville had done to it, then demanded what he had to do to get through his thick head.

Lily was bright red in the face by the end of this, so Harry, feeling they may as well get the explosion over with, told her, "Mom, you look like you're fixing to start screaming here soon."

Lily sucked in a very deep breath, then said in an almost steady voice, "probably, but I'm trying not to." She trailed off into foul mutterings about how that wasn't any way to treat someone who had messed up, but when she sat back and made it clear she was still trying to keep it under, Remus decided to keep reading while he could.

Neville flushed and looked down in shame, trying to keep his too bright eyes out of sight. Hermione said she could help fix it, but then Snape turned on her, telling her to quit showing off, causing the girl to flush as bad as Neville.

"That man has no bounds," Remus scowled, now he was turning on Hermione just for offering to help.

Then Snape told Neville that when class was over, they were going to use this destroyed potion on his toad,

"He what!" They all yelled in outrage.

"He can't do that!" Remus spluttered, "that's endangering his pet."

While Harry was just as furious as anyone else, he did consider Neville his friend if not as much as Ron and Hermione, but his curiosity won over and he asked, "What's the difference between this and using animals in Transfiguration?"

"Well, first of all, you don't use your own pets in classes," James pointed out, "though I wouldn't be too surprised that he does keep Trevor on him, I remember that little thing always trying to get away."

"But," Remus cut back in before James could get to off topic, "the main difference is that in other classes, there shouldn't be any permanent harm. If you get the spell wrong, then your teacher should just be able to reverse the effects. Correct me if I'm wrong Lily, but you can't always correct potions."

Lily shook herself in surprise, she was still introverting on herself in shock that she actually didn't feel any lingering need to defend Snape to these boys anymore. That effect had worn off the moment she'd heard that he was actually willing to hurt this child, in one of the cruellest ways she could deem possible, by purposefully hurting his pet. For what? He had no reason, Neville had never done anything to anyone, and yet here he was singling him out almost as much as Harry and being downright hateful to everyone else. Even after he had called her that awful word back in fifth year, she'd still had hope. No, she'd never forgiven him, nor had she gone out of her way to defend him in school any longer, except to this lot. There had always been something about the Marauders that had gotten under her skin, and even after her and Severus had parted ways she'd never been able to stomach the still rather public fights. So when she'd heard that Dumbledore had hired him, she'd harbored hope, that somehow he had changed after her death, become that same friend she'd once known, why else would Dumbledore hire a known Death Eater? Now, every last bit of that was dashed, and the contempt mounting in her was as fierce as the night that mess between them had started. Then Remus had called her name, and she gave herself a firm little shake and came back to the actual conversation, asking him to repeat the question.

He did, albeit a little hesitantly as she still looked a swirl of emotions, but she answered crisply, "you're right, some potions just can't be corrected. From what it sounds like, yes Neville's should be salvageable, he seems to have only doubled some ingredients, so if he does the same to his other ingredients that are in, it should balance out and be fine. Still doesn't excuse that teacher from acting like that though," she finished, fire blistering from her at the end, making Harry want to edge away even when it wasn't directed at him.

James and Sirius exchanged wide-eyed looks, they hadn't ever seen Lily this mad at him before, and it both amused them in the worst kind of way that she finally wasn't defending him, and scared them slightly.

Remus caught Harry's eye, who nodded indicating he was done with his question, so Remus was quick to move on for now.

hoping that would get through to him. He stalked away, and Neville begged Hermione for her help.

Seamus leaned back to talk to Harry, telling him what he'd found this morning in the newspaper, that someone had seen Black.

"Oh bloody hell," Sirius groaned, letting his head fall forward so that it was pressed forehead to forehead with the infant. James and Remus both gave him pitying looks, but no one could think of anything to say to him. If Sirius was going to react like this every time he was mentioned, then they were going to run out of comfort for him real quick. Then the baby hooked his chubby little fists into the length of his godfather's available hair, causing a bit of a distraction as he tried disentangling himself.

Remus still looked like he wanted to say something, but James was now quickly waving him on, trying to press past this as fast as possible while Sirius was distracted.

Harry asked where that was, ignoring Malfoy clearly listening in, and Seamus said it had been a Muggle who'd called the hotline, and by the time the Ministry had arrived there wasn't a trace of him, but it had only been a few towns away. Ron gave an uneasy look at his best friend for that kind of description.

James scoffed and rolled his eyes. He, like Remus, was all for Sirius making his way to Hogwarts and coming into contact with Harry, those dementors be damned. If Sirius had figured out how to get past them once, surely he could do it again and have a proper conversation with Harry. Ron's fears were silly, but since everyone here knew that, he didn't bother saying any of that.

Harry got sick of Malfoy's face, and turned to snap if he needed anything else skinned.

"Like yourself," Sirius smirked as he finally got himself loose from the kid's surprisingly good grip.

"Sirius, that's gross," Lily told him pleasantly.

He snickered, not looking very remorseful as he began bouncing the baby around again so that he would be a bit more amused, and not take it out on him again.

Malfoy looked pleased about something new though, as he asked Harry if he was planning on going after Black himself? Harry absentmindedly replied he just might, and Malfoy agreed he sure would have, in fact he would have already done something.

Remus raised a brow in surprise, finding that a rather odd thing to say. Looking around, he saw the others seemed just as perplexed.

"Suppose Malfoy knows I'm 'after him'," Sirius offered in forced light tones, "guess he just means Harry's being a coward for sitting around and not taking the fight to me I guess."

"Yeah, guess so," James agreed, "but why would Malfoy know that? It doesn't exactly seem like public knowledge if Fudge is trying to keep it quiet and away from Harry."

"Guess Malfoy really does still have connections in the Ministry to know," Lily said with disdain.

He wouldn't be sitting around in school like he was told. Ron turned on him, demanding to know what he was on about, but Malfoy just laughed when he realized Harry didn't know.

"Half wish he didn't," Sirius muttered in disgust. Despite Harry's adamant mood that he wasn't afraid of him now, it still bothered him that his little pup would think that at any time in his life.

Harry demanded to know what, but Malfoy just laughed harder, saying that he wasn't surprised Harry couldn't do it, but Malfoy would want his revenge.

"Revenge for what?" James demanded of nothing, starting to clench up his hands in disgust. He hated to hear this continuously talked about, and he already had a dozen reasons to punch this brat in the face, so this continued conversation was getting under his skin.

"Lucius would know you and Sirius are friends," Remus pointed out. "Perhaps Draco thinks Harry knew about that, and that Sirius 'doing this' would be offensive to you."

"That's a little loose if you ask me," Lily shrugged.

"Got any better ideas," Sirius shot right back.

There was silence, which meant that none of them really did.

Snape cut the conversation off by telling them class was done, but to wait around so they could see what happened to Neville's potion. Hermione was still muttering to him under her breath as Neville stirred with purpose.

They all breathed a silent sigh of relief, knowing full well if Hermione hadn't stepped in something really awful could have happened. It still didn't excuse the act itself that Snape had done of course, but at least this way there wouldn't be any lasting damage.

Harry went over to the wash to clean out his stuff, asking Ron what Malfoy could have meant about Black? He hadn't done anything to him personally, yet.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Sirius meant to smirk lightly, though it looked a little more forced than he'd planned.

Ron said he had just been bluffing, trying to get under Harry's skin. Snape cut in and told them all to come closer,

All who weren't reading muttered some crude thing or another under their breath, finding it loathsome that he was clearly wanting an audience for this.

to Neville's cauldron so they could see this. He began explaining that if Neville had made the proper potion, the Shrinking Solution, it would turn Trevor back into a tadpole. Since he highly disagreed it had been done right, the most likely end result was the toad being poisoned.

"Blackhearted little monster ain't he," Sirius muttered for his friends ears alone. The three of them were still rather wary that Lily hadn't said anything yet, so they were trying their hardest to keep the comments down, for now.

The Gryffindors were watching with fear, while the Slytherin's looked ready for a show.

"All of them," Lily asked warily, "really?"

"The ones I was looking at," Harry shrugged, "which was mostly Malfoy's, and Pansy's friends." He did note that he hadn't exactly sat there and pointed out every single student's expression, so maybe he had generalized that.

Snape scooped up the warty amphibian and scooped the potion into his mouth, which was now as green as his skin.

There was a much more profound breath of relief this time, each of them very happy Hermione had clearly done a good enough job the potion was the correct color.

All held their breath as the toad swallowed, then with a poof, he became a tadpole in Snape's hand. The Gryffindors cheered, while Snape looked disappointed,

"Can't believe they let this turd be around kids," James muttered furiously.

but he fixed Trevor back to his proper size and shoved him back towards Neville, telling him he'd lost five points from his house,

"Say what?" Lily snapped in outrage.

"That's what finally got to you?" Remus demanded right back, looking over at her in surprise.

Lily wasn't listening, it seemed to be taking every ounce within her not to start screaming at all of the problems with this. His abuse of power, his clear displeasure that he hadn't managed to kill the pet in front of its owner, now he was punishing him for doing it right! What in the bloody hell had happened to him to turn him into this?

When the silence continued to drag on, Remus decided to read on, noting he hadn't exactly gotten his answer, but the deadly expression on the red hairs face was plenty answer enough.

because he'd told Hermione not to help him. They went out of class in a temper, Ron loudest of all as he began verbally calling out Snape's actions.

"I'm with Ron on this one," James hissed.

Growling that Gryffindor had been punished because Trevor hadn't died! Hermione should have lied and said she hadn't helped!

"First of all, because that git wouldn't have believed either of them anyways," Sirius pointed out.

"Also, because what would be the point? He'd still take the points away, if not more because he'd then accuse her of lying," Remus agreed.

Hermione didn't respond, and Ron looked around in surprise for her, realizing she wasn't anywhere around them. They both turned and looked, Ron saying she'd been just behind them,

"Think she forgot something in class?" Lily noted absently, still more red in the face then anything and clearly only half paying attention.

Harry puzzled, somehow knowing that wasn't actually the correct answer, but the others were appeased enough by this, and he had no real idea why he would correct her as there really wasn't any other answer, so he said nothing.

but then they saw her running up the stairs, trying to shove something down the front of her shirt.

"There you go then, Lily was right," James shrugged, "maybe she has a necklace that fell off."

Harry very quickly opened, then closed his mouth. That his dad was closer to the mark he was sure, but somehow this still didn't feel like the full answer. Again he chose to say nothing, for the same reasons as before.

Ron asked how she'd pulled that off, she'd been right behind them a second ago, then she was back at the bottom end of the stairs.

"She's really fast," Sirius rolled his eyes, noting he might not have noticed someone turning around behind him either if he'd been raging like Ron had.

Hermione just looked confused, but she didn't get a chance to reply before her bag split open, and a dozen thick books toppled onto the ground. Ron asked why she had all of those on her,

"Did he really just ask Hermione why she was carrying books around?" James laughed in disbelief.

"But a dozen?" Remus demanded. "Exactly how many classes is she taking?"

"All of them," Harry reminded.

They all sat around, newly puzzled but still blank on how Hermione could be pulling that off. Could it be possible she was simply getting one of the students in that class to copy notes and give them to her? At least that would make sense how she was keeping up with more than one class at a time, but not how or why they were still marked on her schedule that she needed to go.

when she didn't have any of these classes? All they had left was DADA in the afternoon.

"Yes!" James and Sirius cheered, instantly distracted from Harry's friend. Yes they had all noted Remus' absence this week, and were beyond confused and slightly hurt he still didn't seem to be going out of his way to try and talk to Harry like they would have thought, but getting to sit in one of his classes first hand felt like a real treat to them.

Hermione agreed, but still put all of her books back into her ripped bag.

"What did you think she was going to do with them?" Lily chuckled, finally coming off of her bad mood at least a bit. "Run all the way back to the dormitory? She's got them with her now, so she's obviously going to keep them the rest of the day."

Then she walked off for lunch, and Ron asked Harry if he got the feeling Hermione was hiding something.

"Very much so, yes," Harry agreed.

Lupin wasn't in class when they arrived.

"For shame Moony," James snickered, "being late. Can't hardly tell off your students for that now, can you?"

Remus rolled his eyes indulgently, half wondering if he wasn't still stalling a bit on being around Harry, and half wondering if he actually did have a good reason. He probably wasn't going to get a real answer to that though.

They took their seats and glanced around with nerves, and had settled in when Lupin made his appearance, giving them all a kind welcoming smile. Harry noticed that some decent meals had given him some new color, though his robes were still more tattered then was normal.

"This is depressing me again," Sirius rolled his eyes.

"So sorry Harry describing me, very accurately I might add, is so awful to you," Remus smirked.

He greeted them, then asked for them all to put their books away and keep out their wands, they'd be having a hands on class today.

"So this is going to be fun," James brightened all the more, knowing any practical lesson from a teacher was always better than book ones.

The class did as told, with some wariness, since they'd never had one of these before,

"Which is awful really," Lily noted. "DADA is one of those classes where you really should have just as many practicals as lectures."

unless you were counting the time pixies had been let loose.

"I'd be very insulted and confused by that if I didn't know what you meant," Remus laughed.

Lupin then got them all to their feet, and told to follow him.

"Ooh, is he going to take you outside?" Sirius asked, looking likely to start bouncing in place here in a moment.

"You two are way too excited about this," Remus told them pleasantly.

"No such thing," James scoffed, "we know you'll do brilliantly, we just want to see what you actually do."

Remus didn't actually seem to have a response to that so, blushing slightly now, he was quick to move on past.

They followed with high interest out of the room, but didn't make it far when they ran into Peeves, shoving gum into a keyhole.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Did you really just ask why that Poltergeist did anything," Lily laughed, "he does it because he thinks it will cause problems."

"I just meant why this in particular?" Harry corrected himself. "It wouldn't really stop anybody in the castle would it?"

"Filch," James pointed out, "he couldn't magic it out, or otherwise open the door without the key."

"Oh, right," Harry nodded, then he eyed Remus curiously, wondering what he was going to do about the matter. Ignore it, or stop him?

Then the poltergeist caught sight of Lupin, and at once broke into evil laughter before singing a tune about Loony, loopy, Lupin.

"Glad to see he still remembers me," Remus laughed.

The rest of the class was fairly shocked, since despite Peeves was known for his horrid ways, he tended to show a modicum of discipline around the staff.

"Guess it doesn't count after Remus locked him in a closet one time," Sirius snickered.

"Only worked for about a second, but it made me feel better," Remus shrugged, "he's hated me specifically ever since."

The students looked to their new teacher to see what he would do, and found him smiling. He kindly asked Peeves to take that gum back out, or Filch would have a problem of it later.

"And Merlin knows how awful that would be," Lily giggled.

Peeves' response was to blow a raspberry.

"Not going to take that now are you," James smirked, even more bright-eyed now as he recognized all too well the expression on his friend's face. No way was he going to let Peeves do that without some small payback, especially in front of students.

Lupin didn't lose his pleasant demeanor even as he sighed and pulled out his wand.

"Sure this is just heart wrenching for you," Sirius snickered.

He told them to watch this spell, it could be used for a number of things, then he cried Waddiwasi.

"Cool," the other three said with interest, James and Sirius only half manageable since they were still snickering away at this lovely visual mental image. Harry watched them all curiously, but didn't interrupt to ask what that spell did, since the book was obviously fixing to say.

The pink ball of chewed gum shot out of its spot, and went up the poltergeist nose. Peeves tried to pull it back out, and when he failed, flew away while throwing all sorts of vulgar language around.

Now Harry was laughing right along with them, mentally storing that spell away for future use, and hoping he'd asked for specifics of that spell. Was it a spell that merely shoots gum up a person's nose, or was it more generalized that it would shoot anything up a nose, or perhaps it simply shot a small object in a preferred direction? He decided to ask for the details later.

Dean was the first to congratulate Lupin, and the teacher thanked him back by name.

"How do you know his name?" Sirius stuttered, still half out of breath from his laughing fit.

"How should I know?" Remus reminded, thinking most likely he'd just come across him in a hallway or something as unmentionable.

Then he continued leading them on his path, the class now following with much more respect.

"Kind of makes you wonder if that was just a little setup?" James muttered to his friend, who nodded with enthusiasm. The pair wouldn't put it past him to perhaps go that particular direction that Peeves was in, since despite his words, Remus most likely would want his class to respect him, especially this class.

They reached their destination, the staffroom.

"Now Remus," Lily began, unable to keep a teasing tone out of her voice, "what exactly are you getting these students into?"

"Nothing that you're thinking," he responded back kindly, causing Sirius to release a bark of laughter.

James was looking lovingly over at his wife, never not finding it amusing when she beat him to a comment.

He opened the door, and they began to file in, but froze up when they saw Snape,

"Oh not him again," Sirius groaned, "as if I didn't want him dead once today already."

To be perfectly honest, he actually said that while eyeing Lily, hoping to finally get some sort of response out of her. Still no one answered him, and while Remus agreed, it didn't stop him from reading what was about to happen.

already inside. He had been sitting around reading and Lupin made to simply shut the door with him inside, but Snape told him not to bother, telling Lupin he didn't want to see this.

James frowned and cocked his head to the side, silently noting that Snape wasn't exactly being professional right then, he really should have addressed him as a Professor in front of the students. Then again, this was Snape he was thinking about.

Before he could leave though, he turned and informed Lupin that Neville was in here, and he shouldn't be doing anything too hard unless Hermione was at his ear.

That finally seemed to have done it, Lily got to her feet anyways, but instead of the screaming fit they were all expecting, she walked calmly over to Sirius and took her son away, then went up the stairs muttering that he needed his diaper checked.

Harry watched after her, a little fearful at how she seemed to be handling this. The other boys were more than wary at this point. "Can't believe Lily's still sticking up for him," Sirius said in disgust, craning his neck around to keep an eye on the stairs to make sure she hadn't heard that.

Remus shrugged and leaned back casually as he said, "personally, if she is still defending him, someone really needs to get it through her thick head enough is enough. How on earth can she excuse him after this?"

"I don't think so," James shook his head, looking more puzzled than anything now. "D'you see the way she looked right before she did that? Honestly I think the only thing stopping her from screaming her head off about him was the baby in the room."

Harry was personally on his Dad's side, he'd recognized that look of loathing on her face before as well, but before any more could be said Lily came back in, and offered the baby back to the boys. Sirius took him happily, and no more was said after Lily simply waved Remus on.

Neville went red in the face, and Harry glared hatefully at the potions teacher, thinking it was horrid enough for him to be saying things like that in his own class, but now he was doing it around other teachers.

"Agreed," Sirius nodded with conviction, still keeping a wary eye on Lily like he was still expecting her to snap at him. She did no such thing, and her expression remained almost neutral.

Lupin though seemed surprised at the suggestion, informing Snape that he'd been planning on using Neville to get the ball rolling, and he had no doubts the boy would do perfectly.

"Thank you Remus," James said sincerely, "that poor kid needs someone to stand up to Snape for him."

Remus was beaming, knowing full well he'd do this again in a heartbeat.

Neville actually lost color then, while Snape just scowled and left.

"Good riddance ya foul little beetle," Sirius said in a goofy, baby tone of voice, getting a reaction from the baby, but clearly still not pushing Lily's buttons enough. James gave him a hard nudge in the side, clearly saying he needed to knock it off now, but Sirius was enjoying this too much. He'd held back a lot of comments on account of getting told off by Lily for it, now it seemed that wasn't going to be the case anymore, he was going to have a field day with this.

Lupin began addressing the class again, who were looking around in confusion before they noticed that the wardrobe which normally just housed coats, was smacking against the wall.

"Oh," Remus said brightly.

"Know what it is?" Lily asked with interest.

"A couple things came to mind," he nodded, "and it makes plenty of sense now why I would have brought them there."

When most of the class hopped back in shock, Lupin waved them down and told them to calm down,

"Can't hardly blame them," James agreed, "they haven't exactly had a lot of good practice dealing with anything in this class."

it was only a boggart.

"Ooh, this is going to be fun," Sirius nodded happily.

"Glad you lot approve," Remus chuckled lightly when the others agreed.

The class looked far from reassured. Several students like Neville and Seamus now seemed to find even more reason to be afraid.

"Impressed those two know what that is, considering the little education that's been going on in this class," Lily rolled her eyes.

Lupin began to explain that a boggart preferred dark and enclosed spaces, like the wardrobe for example. He'd met one that once stuck itself in a grandfather clock.

"Don't think it's fair for you to have said that, when I'm the one who told you that happened in my house," Sirius pointed out.

"Still a relevant point," Remus shot back.

Then he asked, what is a boggart? Hermione was the first to raise her hand,

"No surprise there," Harry nodded.

informing everyone it was a shapeshifter, turning into something it thought would scare you. Lupin gave her full credit for the answer, explaining that's why the creature loved the dark so much, it could stay hidden until it chose what to scare you with.

"Then what does it look like?" Harry asked inquisitively.

Remus cocked his head to the side in curiosity, thinking on that for a moment before answering, "no one knows. I'd assume it would likely be in a form it thinks would scare anyone who snuck up on it, yet until it grasps hold of one mind, there's no real way to tell."

"One mind?" Harry repeated, just a bit of anxiety creeping in now.

"It can read your mind," Remus nodded, "that's how it knows what will fear you most."

"Now that we've got that covered, though you're likely to just go over it again," Sirius pointed out in a long-suffering voice. Remus gave him the stank eye for a moment, but didn't deny that.

Then Lupin explained that because of this gift, no one knew what a boggarts original form looked like. Which meant when he let him out, and Neville made a small noise of fear at the reminder,

"Poor kid," James couldn't help but grin.

"Like Remus is going to let anything too bad happen," Sirius rolled his eyes at the ludicrous thought.

that they would have an advantage, then he asked Harry to point out what it was.

"That was almost rude," Lily said a little cheekily, not really meaning it as Harry hardly looked upset. "He didn't exactly have his hand raised."

Remus shrugged, not looking very abashed, he was sure he wanted to know especially what his little cub might know about magical creatures, no he wasn't taking a special interest that would be ridiculous.

and Harry floundered for a moment before guessing that their numbers would make it hesitant what form to take. Lupin gave him perfect marks for that answer, while Hermione looked upset she hadn't got to say this.

"Does she really answer every question from a teacher?" James now asked. "That hardly seems fair to any other student."

"I'm sure if anyone else ever volunteered, the teacher would pick someone else," Sirius shrugged.

Lupin went on to explain that you should always have a buddy around when dealing with boggarts, as he'd once seen one try to turn into two different creatures, half a dead body and half a slug, which was more funny then anything.

"Now when did this happen?" James asked in surprise.

Remus then had a surreal moment as he realized he was very soon going to be experiencing and doing things, without any of his friends around. What exactly had he been doing these past twelve years? He couldn't help but sink down into himself a bit when he realized he had no answer, nor did he particularly want to find out. It was also rather odd to think he had memories then that he had no idea about now, but since it was a rhetorical question anyways no one said anything.

Then he told them the charm, which was supposed to be used to force a boggart into a form that would make them laugh, which was the boggarts weakness. It was called Riddikulus.

"Always loved the name of that spell," Sirius said, maybe a little too loudly that time, as he noticed Remus' mood seemed to have gone down a pinch. They were still enjoying his first class too much to allow him too much self-depression again, so he was hoping to cheer his friend back up. It didn't actually seem to work that well.

Then Lupin turned his attention back to Neville, who looked like he'd just been told his death date,

"That poor boy," Lily fretted, "has he no confidence at all?"

"Then this class will help," James said adamantly.

and asked him what he was most afraid of? Neville mouthed something that Lupin happily asked him to repeat.

"You seem to be enjoying this a little too much," Sirius smirked at him.

Finally getting a smile in return as Remus answered, "I always enjoy watching others interact with Boggarts, never ceases to amuse what interesting things people will come up with to laugh at."

Neville had to swallow hard for a moment before getting out, Professor Snape.

All four boys released surprised and amused snorts of laughter, while Lily pursed up her lips so tightly the skin went almost white. She didn't find it the least bit funny that he had clearly scarred this student so badly, this little third year was now terrified of him! Despite the fact that there wasn't any danger around, Lily reached over and clutched her son's hand to her for a moment to comfort herself and convince her mind not to start screaming about this as well, she would have to hold it in until she was a little more alone without an audience for when she broke down and really dug into these soon overflowing emotions that she was trying very hard to keep a lid on.

The rest of the students laughed, while Lupin gave a little smile and repeated Professor Snape's name,

"I note Remus actually used his title, not that he deserved it," James pointed out, in a less harsh tone than he would have liked to, still too keyed up and happy to be hearing about this.

before asking who Neville lived with? Neville told it was his grandmother, but he didn't want the boggart to turn into her either.

Which gained yet another laugh, this time from all present. Even Lily couldn't deny that, yes, the adults of your life that you lived with would tend to scare you a bit.

Lupin gave a small laugh as he asked what his grandmother usually wore?

Sirius and James lost it. They knew quite well what exactly Remus was planning just by that simple sentence, but they reined themselves in very quickly, refusing to explain to a confused Harry and Lily what they were now very sure what was about to happen. Remus looked pleasantly amused with himself as well, feeling this was more than justified just from the little comment he'd made about Neville at the beginning of class.

Neville described her usual attire, a hat with a vulture, a green dress, and a fox scarf, with a red purse.

"Brilliant, this is beyond perfect," Sirius muttered, pure glee in his expression.

Lupin clarified that Neville could see those clothes perfectly in his mind, and Neville agreed with clear confusion at this line of questioning.

"He has no idea," James guffawed, almost stuffing his fist in his mouth to keep himself contained so he could listen.

Then Lupin explained that when boggart Snape came out of that wardrobe, Neville was to use the Riddikulus curse on him, and those things should all appear on their potions teacher.

Remus couldn't get through that whole sentence without having to stop and stifle his giggling. James and Sirius didn't even bother, and by the end where Harry and Lily realized where this was going, they weren't any better. They didn't even need to be there to see this, the vivid mental image it painted was one of the best any of them could have come up with.

Sirius tried to speak in between bursts of laughter, "this, is, - your, best- prank, ever!" There might have been more, but he still wasn't that intelligible.

"I wouldn't really consider it a prank even," James disagreed, wiping at his eyes to clear his happy tears away, "'cause he's not really doing it to Snape. He's just creating a little revenge for the poor kid, and no one can even do anything to say it's wrong."

The class burst out joyfully with giggles, and the wardrobe gave a disturbed jerk.

"Wouldn't have been too surprised if it had simply disappeared then," Lily chuckled.

"No, it has to be more direct," Remus coached.

Lupin quickly pulled their control back and instructed each of them to figure out what they feared most, and put a funny spin on it.

That finally dried up a bit of laughter in the room as one person in particular from that class came to mind. All eyes flicked to Harry and away quickly, not really wanting to think on what could scare him the most. A Basilisk came to mind, or giant spiders, even that demented spirit of a creature Voldemort had become, sticking out of the back of Quirrell's head. Any of those were likely to come up when the boggart turned on him, and none would be very pleasant reminders.

Harry's own mind began to flit around, easily landing on Voldemort,

They all made a face and shifted around uneasily, not exactly happy they had been right in one of their guesses, and also wondering how you even could make that funny. Putting him up in a dress and handbag just might not work as well.

powerful once again.

"Should probably be everybody's greatest fear," James nodded in agreement.

He hadn't even got started on how to make that funny though, when something else crept up on him, a towering black robed figure with a skeletal hand rotting away.

Sirius couldn't help the involuntary shiver that came when he heard about those things all over again, matched by Harry now.

"Now that's interesting," Remus noted lightly, eyeing both Harry and Sirius curiously.

"What?" Lily asked, a little reproachfully. She didn't think anything that scared her son should be treated with interest.

Remus didn't seem to notice the tone as he answered, "their greatest fear seems to be fear manifested itself. I've never heard of that before, but it makes sense."

Sirius huffed and grumbled something under his breath, cuddling the baby closer to him and muttering that wasn't what he was really afraid of, but the others ignored him as James said, "agreed, now let's see how Harry decides to make that funny."

It was clear he didn't want to linger on the subject, and no one argued the point.

Harry had to repress a shudder of remembered horror, and glanced around as a distraction to see Ron with his eyes screwed tight shut muttering about taking somethings legs off. Harry didn't have to go far to guess at this, since he knew Ron was most afraid of spiders.

"Well kudos to Ron, he both admits what he's afraid of, and knows how to deal with it," Sirius nodded in approval.

At the front of the room, Lupin called out if everyone was ready, and Harry had a small spurt of panic as he realized he wasn't. How were you supposed to make a dementor funny? He didn't ask for spare time,

"Can't even blame you on that one," Lily said with sympathy.

"Though I'm sure Remus would have given it to you anyways," James shot back.

"Still don't want to ask for it," Harry reminded with a shrug.

Sirius snapped his fingers and said, "I know, you could light its cloak on fire, might look funny to watch it flail around the room like a ninny."

The others managed a small smile for his attempt at humor, but none of them really thought it was that funny, or that Harry would think to do this; though they all hoped.

because everyone else now had set looks of determination on their faces in preparation. Lupin had Neville stand directly in front of the wardrobe now, and the rest of the class backed away from his shaking form, though he covered it by pushing his sleeves up and his wand was plenty steady.

All of them smiled with real pride at this, he wasn't even really anything to do with them, but they still couldn't help but feel proud this boy was clearly forcing himself to stand up to this.

Lupin cast his wand and out stepped a perfect replica of Snape.

"Give it to him Neville," James said under his breath, eyeing the book with wide-eyed hope.

For a moment, Neville froze up, as the boggart reached into its manifested robes,

"Could the Boggart actually perform a spell," Harry blurted out, instantly feeling bad as he too wanted to know if Neville had pulled this off, but the question had just sprung to mind.

No one actually looked annoyed at him, indeed they were rather pleased he truly didn't seem to be bottling up his questions anymore, and Remus was quick to answer, "no, it doesn't carry the magical ability of what it turns into. In this case it would just brandish a wand, scaring him further, until it could pounce and kill him."

but Neville reacted faster, getting the proper curse out, and Snape appeared in all of his green dress glory.

Having already pictured this lovely mental image didn't draw back the laughter one bit. The four boys were very sure indeed they would never not laugh at this mental image, it was far too perfect for anything they'd ever come up with. Lily couldn't deny she was still amused as well, though now her lips were more twitching than outright laughter.

The class lost it again, laughing outright at this, but then Lupin called Parvati to take Neville's place.

Sirius randomly noted that Remus had actually known all of these kids' names, but decided to let it go, who knew why he knew these students names before they introduced themselves. It's not as if he'd called roll to learn them, but maybe he was just overthinking this one.

She ran forward, and with a crack the boggart turned itself into a mummy.

"Oh yes, those can scare the daylights out of you," Lily nodded in agreement.

Parvati reacted similarly, using her wand to fire the curse, and the mummy's bandages came apart, its head beginning to roll away.

James and Sirius released snorts of laughter at that, that's not what they had been thinking to do to it, but that was funny all the same.

Then it was Seamus' turn, and he came forward to find a banshee.

"Wonder when Seamus would have run into one of those?" James asked with interest.

"Wonder where that other girl would have run into a mummy?" Lily countered.

"You don't actually have to run into it for it to scare you," Remus reasoned out, "just the thought of it can be enough for the boggart to latch on to."

The creature began making a horrid ear bleeding noise, but Seamus cut if off with his Riddikulus curse, and suddenly no noise could escape its rasping throat.

All of them laughed lightly at this, James actually applauding that logic.

The boggart was losing its grip now, randomly turning into a rat and chasing its tail,

The three Marauders winced at the random reminder that their friend wasn't here to enjoy this, but Remus didn't pause to let it last.

and Lupin seemed pleased as he instructed the class they were getting to it, sending Dean forward next. His turned into a single hand, which began approaching on the fingers.

"Bloody hell," Sirius spluttered, looking genuinely disturbed at that, "who thinks up that?"

"Now that might actually have a story to it," Remus nodded with just a hint of disgust, but he still read curiously to see what Dean might do with it.

Dean was well prepared, snatching it up in a mousetrap.

Which garnered a new round of laughter from all of them, definite points for originality on that one.

Then it was Ron's turn, and most of the class screamed when a huge spider,

"I'd like to remind someone of this the next time they pick on Ron for being afraid of spiders," James said, giving a lofty look at Lily, who pointedly ignored him. She'd already taken back and felt bad for giggling at him before, no need for him to remind her of that.

which was bigger than most of the students, with menacing pincers already clicking away. Ron didn't react at first,

"Poor Ron," James said in sympathy.

"Give him a chance," Harry disagreed, though he personally couldn't blame his friend one bit if he had frozen, he was probably reliving that awful scene from last year in the Forbidden Forest.

but like everyone else, he came to his senses and called out Riddikulus, causing the spider's legs to disappear from beneath it,

James instantly looked abashed for not having enough faith in Ron, and he laughed right along with the others and applauded him for pulling that off.

where it rolled over itself, and landed in front of Harry. Lupin jumped forward then,

"Hey!" Harry said indignantly.

Remus pursed his lips as the others gave him confused looks as well for stepping in like that, but then he shrugged and offered, "Guess I really didn't want a Voldemort, or a dementor, appearing in the room right then and scaring the other students." Even to him it felt like a lame excuse, why wouldn't he have given Harry the chance to fight off the boggart like everyone else? Harry was still frowning, not looking very happy with that answer, but Remus really couldn't think of anything else to say. He felt like he should apologize, but would Harry really take it now when he hadn't technically done it yet or perhaps he might even still be resenting him for still not having come to talk to him this week. Either way, he turned back to the book rather shamefaced at his actions.

and the boggart instead turned into a silver ball hovering in front of him, but Lupin seemed unconcerned as he said the spell,

None of them really needed to ask, it made perfect sense this would be his greatest fear.

and then told Neville to finish it while the boggart scuttled around as a cockroach.

"A cockroach, that's the funniest thing you could come up with?" Sirius muttered, and Remus ignored him.

Neville took the opportunity by coming back up, and they got one more memorable look of Snape in his fancy dress,

James and Sirius gave another laugh, but this time they were the only ones who did. Then they frowned at each other, rather annoyed the mood got popped so easily, and really hoping the Remus in the book would get a move on already with what was weighing them all down.

before Neville gave one last and loud 'Ha' of amusement, then the boggart vanished with a trail of smoke.

"Can boggarts die?" Lily asked randomly, never having thought of that.

Remus was fidgeting with the pages, not really looking like he wanted to answer. Sirius considered smacking him to try and get him to stop acting like this when he really hadn't done anything wrong, yet. Before he could though James already answered, "nah, they're amortal."

At Harry's continued blank look, Sirius said, "that means that they never truly existed, so they can't ever truly die. It's not really like immortal, dementors are actually the same. They were never born, nor can they ever die, they just exist."

Harry still didn't think much of this explanation, but this thirteen year old mind pounded with the effort of understanding such worldly concepts and let it go. He instead nodded in understanding, and the second the silence lingered Remus was quick to read.

Lupin congratulated the lot of them on a job well done, awarding every person who had a go at the boggart five points, plus five to Hermione and Harry each.

James let out a low, throaty whistle saying, "wow, spoil them much?"

"Oh I'm sure Remus is above favoring," Lily smirked lightly, and then they both frowned when he still refused to react.

Harry protested he hadn't earned that, but Lupin reminded Harry had answered his question at the beginning of class. Then he assigned them homework to summarize the chapter in the book on boggarts, due the next class.

"Ugh, I wish Moony was above giving homework," Sirius said in disgust.

Remus did react then, giving his friend an annoyed look, he seemed very close on the verge of pointing out the importance of homework, but let it go at the last second.

The class left in high spirits, everyone talking about what they'd just done, but Harry was left feeling discouraged. Why had Lupin reacted like that, stopping him? Had he thought seeing Harry go down on the train would mean he couldn't handle it ever?

"That's not it at all!" Remus flipped, and Harry couldn't help but smile along with everyone to see him talking again, animatedly as he was quick to explain "Harry, I know you're not weak. Then and now," he stopped for a moment and went a little cross-eyed, but ignored the odd time loop, "I'm sure I simply just didn't want you to do it, ah for the same reason I said." It still sounded false to his own ears, but Harry was now eyeing him hopefully, so Remus at least hoped he'd made him feel better. Harry didn't say anything aloud though, so he didn't really think so.

The students were comparing how they'd scared away their own fears, though Lavender asked why their teacher would be afraid of a crystal ball.

"Oh please let them continue believing that," Remus muttered to himself.

"Now that was funny," Sirius snickered, "you being afraid of a glass ball."

"I'll take that over what it really was," Remus shot back, and Sirius frowned at him, feeling Remus was being a little snappier than was called for. Then again, he was used to Remus getting snippy with him this time of the month, so he didn't push it.

Ron was bubbling along with the rest of them, exclaiming that had been the best DADA class they'd ever had.

"Well there is that," James nodded eagerly, and Remus really did offer a small smile then for the compliment.

Hermione agreed, though wished she'd gotten some hands on work with the boggart as well. Ron laughed, asking what it would have turned into, an imperfect homework assignment?

All of them released surprised snorts of laughter then, Harry loudest of all as he had a funny feeling Ron wasn't too far off, but having no idea why that could be.

"Chapter's over by the way," Remus said, giving the book a gentle toss over to Lily, who caught it lightly.

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It Had To Be You L

Chapter Fifty: Bumper Cars

Summary: You knew the relationship had done all it could for the two of you but letting go of him still hurt so much that you couldn’t breathe. After about two years, you were finally feeling like you were over him but when you run into him in Barcelona one summer, you feel your heart break all over again.

Warning: Angst and crying, so much crying, fluff in the most pure way

Author’s Note: Here it is everyone, the Finale. The last chapter in this series that I never intended to go more than 15 chapters with on the outside. I wanted to explain something about why I ended these two. I’m a sucker for big movie relationships and big movie moments. The kind where the couple end up together against all odds and it’s all romantic and the lighting is beautiful and the music is amazing and everyone is cheering for them because FINALLY! They chose each other. I love those moments and, for a long time, I was leaning to end this series in that direction. But when I looked back at the chapters and who these characters were in each one, I realized it was insane for them to be together. With all of (Y/N)’s insecurities and Tyler’s unwillingness to commit to growing up, the two of them wouldn’t last a month in real life. I thought about it a lot before I wrote the previous chapter. Trust me, I had two drafts made up and the one I put out was what made more sense. Because when you think about it, if you had friends like this, that were a couple like this, you’d tell them that it was incredibly dysfunctional and that they deserved better. Because everyone deserves better than just being with someone because you loved them once and maybe you’ll love them again. Relationships like this, that I created for these two, are toxic and, I don’t know, I guess I wanted this series to end on an optimistic but still realistic note. That you can love so deeply, so completely, and fall in love so fast, that you fall out of it just as fast. It doesn’t have to be a bad thing but staying in something when it’s bad for you, is not what you should be trying to do. So, I apologize if everyone wanted to see these two together after everything they’ve been through together and apart, but I hope this somehow puts your concerns at ease a little.

Song Credit: Bumper Cars -- Alex & Sierra

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Tyler’s P.O.V.

You couldn’t seem to stop the tears flowing from your eyes while you crumpled in your moms arms.

“Ty, baby, I am so sorry...” your mom tried comforting you as the crowd around you stayed unchanging, not knowing what to say or do. You tried to say something but your violent sobs stopped any words from escaping your throat

“I--” you heard a voice stutter from behind you while the sound of footsteps came closer to you, “I’m sorry, Tyler. She just-- I can’t-- I’m sorry.” Chris stammered as he put a hand on your shoulder; your body rejecting his comfort by pushing away his hand

“Leave,” you yelled between sobs, “go. Chase after her. I don’t want you here and I don’t care how sorry you are that this girl you raised turned out to be awful and horrible and cruel.”

“Tyler...” Candace tried

“Don’t Candace!” you yelled again, “don’t try to defend her. Not now! LEAVE CHRIS! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?!” He finally walked toward his car with Karen following behind him, her head dropped to the ground.

“Why would she do this?” you heard her say to Chris as they got into the car and he just shook his head. You could see the sadness in their faces, clearly confused at the events that just unfolded.

“I need everyone to leave!” You yelled at the people around you, “I need to be alone for a bit.” You waited for a while for the crowd to disburse but when they remained where they were, your anger overcame you, “GET THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!” As the guests ran to their cars and your family looked at you with sympathy in their eyes, you ran inside the house, coming across little pieces of (Y/N) with every step you took. You stopped dead centre of the room to catch your breath as Marshall, Cash and Gerry circled at your feet and Lionel stared out the door waiting for (Y/N) to come back for him.

“She’s not coming back, Lionel,” you said angrily, tears falling from your eyes again when the small Australian Shepherd looked back at you, “she left. She didn’t want me.” The anger rushed over you again and you began tearing apart the living room; flipping chairs and tables and destroying everything around you.

“Tyler...” You heard your mom whisper from the doorway, staring at you in disbelief and you were forced to look at the destruction around you. When your eyes scanned the room, you noticed an envelope near the desk that must have fallen out of one of the drawers; realizing it must have been from (Y/N) when you saw your name written neatly in black ink.

“What’s that?” Cassidy asked as she walked slowly toward you and your eyes began to burn from the tears that brimmed when you looked up at your sister

“Uhmm..” you cleared your throat when you tried to answer her, looking back at the envelope, “it’s her writing. (Y/N)’s. It must be from her but I have no idea what it’s gonna be...”

“Do you want us to open it?” Candace said from the doorway, awaiting your response

“No.” You stated, taking the note and walking into the bedroom where you were surrounded by the remains of the Bridal Party; make up covered the counters and silk robes littered the floor while flower petals were scattered over the entire room. You ignored the mess and sat down at the end of the mattress, preparing yourself to read whatever words your ex-fiancée had put to paper.

Tyler;

If you’re reading this, then I ran away again.

The first sentence you read already made your blood begin to boil that you threw your head back and dropped your hands, still gripping the letter, before continuing to read what she had to say

Tyler;

If you’re reading this, then I ran away again. I loved you every minute that I was with you and the life that we made together was beautiful. And I know that it could’ve been beautiful if I had stayed and tried. But you deserve so much more than what I was capable of giving you.

This was not an easy decision to make. Accepting your proposal was exciting and I felt so much love for you and from you in that moment that I could clearly picture our life together; growing old and yelling at kids on our porch. But when you postponed the wedding and lied to me about the girl from your Bachelor Party, I realized I had to think about whether or not we’re good for each other anymore. And if I’m gone, then I guess it means we’re not.

I love you. I have loved you. I will continue to love you until my heart stops beating. Once it heals from the brokenness that I’ve forced upon it, I will love you again. And again. And again. I know this doesn’t make a lot of sense right now because, if I loved you, why would I run away, right? Well here’s the only answer I can come up with right now:

I don’t know who I am without you.

Normally, that would mean that I should stay and be with you because being without you would mean I was lost. Wouldn’t it? But I think I’ve been lost my whole life. Trying to find myself in the people I date or the friends I have or the people I surround myself with in one way or another. I don’t know who I am. I never have. I know I’ve never been comfortable in my own skin and we both know how damaging that can be when your life is as public as it is. It’s something that would’ve constantly got in the way.

My heart is breaking with every word I write to you and I don’t know when you’ll find this letter, but if ever you do, know that you were the best part of my life and I wouldn’t change a single moment of our time together. Trust me when I say I wish I could’ve known you sooner, met you earlier, loved you immediately so we could start our life together right away. Because, as Harry said to Sally, when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. But the truth is, we didn’t meet earlier, we didn’t fall in love right away, it took us a while to find each other and, even then, it didn’t always ‘fit.’ I’m not saying it should’ve been easy but there were definitely times, I’m sure you can agree, when it wasn’t working.

I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through, the pain I’ve caused you and the pain I’m causing you now. I promise it will pass. I promise you’ll find happiness again. I promise you deserve the love I know you’ll find and I promise you will find that love. Maybe by the time you’ve found this letter, you’ll have found the love you truly deserve or maybe you’ll still be looking for it. Either way, I promise you it will come to you and you will be so unbelievably happy. Because you deserve that. And I want that for you.

I know you hate me right now. I get that and I accept that. This is an awful, horrible, hurtful, painful thing I did to you, so please, hate me. Hate me for leaving you, for humiliating you, for wasting your time and money and getting your family involved. You can hate me forever if you need to and I’ll understand that. I hope you won’t but I’ll understand if you do. Someday, I hope that we’ll meet again and can be friendly to each other, I hope that our hearts will have healed and that we’ve both moved on. I don’t know when that day will be or if you’ll ever be able to forgive me but for what it’s worth, I look forward to that day.

I love you and I’m sorry.

Goodbye xx,

(Y/N)

You fell back onto the mattress, crumpling the letter in your hand as you took in the words she had written. Suddenly, you let out a long, low growl before sitting back up.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?!” you said to Gerry who seemed to follow your growl from the other room, “does she just think I’m going to forgive her, Ger?” The yellow lab rested his head on your knees while you talked your feelings out. “She’s damn right I hate her. She’s damn right she humiliated me. She’s damn right I deserve better. She’s damn right I’m in pain. She’s damn right I’ll move on and find happiness!” You stopped suddenly when the three other dogs made their way to you and you caught Lionel’s sad expression that seemed to mirror yours, “But I really wanted that happiness with her...”

“Ty..?” Candace called softly, knocking the door frame when she saw you with the dogs, “can I come in?”

“I don’t want to talk about her if you’re going to defend her” you argued

“I won’t talk at all if you don’t want me to but I want to be here for you.” She admitted and you outstretched your hand to her, handing her the letter for her to read. Her eyes quickly skimmed the page as she read (Y/N)’s goodbye, “she knew she was going to leave?”

“I don’t think so...” you said, “I think this was like.. a fail safe. Like if she got too overwhelmed, she was gonna take off but didn’t want me to think badly of her...”

“What she did was wrong” Candace stated and you looked over at her only to find her eyes puffy and red. Just then, it hit you. (Y/N) was one of her best friends. They’d been that way before you and (Y/N) had even started dating and now Candace was forced to say goodbye to someone she loved so dearly; this was hurting her almost as much as it was hurting you

“Why don’t you talk to her?” you asked, nudging her shoulder, “I can’t. I won’t. It hurts too much. But you’re her friend. She’s your friend. I don’t want you to hate her just because she did this to me...”

“She didn’t just do it to you though”

“She did.”

“I’m so mad at her, for this. For leaving you, for hurting you and mom. For embarrassing us and everyone in the Wedding Party. I hate her!”

“No you don’t,” you chuckled at her words, trying to reassure her, “and that’s okay! Talk to her. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Candace’s P.O.V

You only intended to pick up the phone, ask why she did it, tell her you never wanted to see or hear from her again and then hang up. But when her voice fell flat on the other line, you could feel the pain and wanted to let her explain

“We hadn’t been good in a while. I mean...” she started, “we really were just faking it. I don’t think it would’ve lasted very long and I always wanted to only be married once...”

“But why couldn’t you have pulled him aside? Instead of leaving him standing there alone at the altar... After both of you said your vows?”

“I panicked.” She blurted out, her voice quivering, “honestly, I know it’s awful to keep saying but... I ran into Kate as she was making her way to the ceremony and I didn’t even know she was going to be there. I didn’t know we had sent her an invitation. I knew I didn’t, which meant that Tyler did. Or someone invited her verbally. I was just shocked when I saw her you know? And I guess it brought up a bunch of shit. I’m sorry. I wish it didn’t turn out that way, you have no idea how much I wish I could change it but I can’t.”

“I thought it wasn’t about her”

“It wasn’t”

“So why did seeing her bring up a bunch of shit?”

“I just kept thinking ‘if he lied about inviting her to the wedding, what else did he lie about? How much as he been keeping from me? Does he really want to settle down or is this just some game to him?’” She rambled shakily for a moment before you finally spoke again

“He’s miserable you know”

“I know”

“He’s making the dogs miserable too.” You added, a thought crossing your mind but you weren’t sure if you should even say it because you didn’t think she’d actually do what you were thinking, “you’re not leaving Lionel too are you?”

“Of course not!” she said, a slight rise in her volume but her voice was far from steady, “I just couldn’t spend any more time there. I had to let him stay there until I could come back for him. And so he could say goodbye to Tyler. And so Ty..ler” she corrected herself from using the shortened version of your brothers name, “could say goodbye too.”

“Tyler can’t even look at him. It’s so depressing.”

“What am I supposed to do? If I go there now, we’ll fight and yell and cry and I don’t want that. Not for me and not for him.”

“Well, honestly, I think you need to let him decide what he wants this time. You took off! You don’t get to make the big decisions anymore. Let him decide how he wants to handle it”

“Fine,” she agreed, “but how do I do that? I doubt he’s going to want to talk to me.”

“Let me talk to him and I’ll text you what he says...” You ended the call there and went back to your brother, who you found throwing the letter in the small trash bin by the Vanity in the bathroom.

“How do you want to..” you started but were unsure of how to finish your sentence

“I don’t want to talk to her, I told you that.”

“I know,” you sighed, “but what about Lionel? Technically, he’s her dog. How do you want to handle that situation?”

“Obviously I’m not going to keep her from her dog. She shouldn’t have left him here. Tell her to come get him.”

“Okay...” you hesitated, “but.. when? Do you want to be here for that? Do you want one of us to be here for that? Do you want to tell her you’re leaving him alone for two minutes until she gets there to pick him up? What?”

“I--” he stammered, trying to figure it out himself, “I don’t want to be here for it. I’ll say goodbye to him. Have tonight with him and she can pick him up tomorrow. You can be here but I don’t think Mom should be here. Cassidy’s a wild card so that’s up to you.” You nodded before he pushed past you to head out into the hallway, checking to see if anyone was still there, dismissing them when he found anyone in sight. You sent (Y/N) a text as you watched your brother turn the couch back to its legs and collapse onto it with his head in his hands. You weren’t sure he was ever going to be the same and you couldn’t really blame him; you just hoped he wouldn’t be broken for the rest of his life.

The next day, (Y/N) showed up to pick up Lionel and say goodbye to Cash, Marshall and Gerry.

“I’m so sorry guys,” she said as she hugged each of the labs, “I wish I didn’t have to leave you but I do. I made a horrible mistake and I have to live with it. Maybe one day, we’ll all meet again in the park but for now I have to say goodbye...” You watched her eyes tear up as she said goodbye to Tyler’s dogs

“They really do love you, don’t they?”

“I guess we’ve gotten close,” she smiled before putting on Lionel’s leash and taking a deep breath, “I should go. We should go...”

“Can we just talk for a second?” you said suddenly, stopping her from walking out the door. The two of you sat on the couch uncomfortably for a few minutes in silence, breaking only to say how upset you were, “I don’t know what to do...”

“What do you mean?”

“About us. We’re best friends and I love you but I hate you for what you did. I don’t know if I want to lose you but I don’t know if I can keep you a secret from Ty..” She shook her head as you tried to explain yourself

“Candace, Candace,” she said, putting her hands on yours to calm you, “choose him. It will suck to lose you because I love you too but I screwed up and I need to give him as much space as he needs. If that means that we have to... lose each other then I guess that’s what has to happen.” You furrowed your brow at her confession, looking down at Lionel and the three labs, trying to decide if you should speak or not and she seemed to notice your dilemma, “Look, I messed up. I humiliated your brother and your family. I tried to force my relationship with Tyler to last even when I knew we should’ve cut our losses a long time ago...” she sighed before continuing, “I loved him, that was real. I just don’t think we’re right for each other and I don’t want to hurt him anymore than I already have. You guys are like family to me and I will miss you more than you could possibly imagine but I’ve caused too much trouble. I’m sorry, Candace, but we both know you have to choose Tyler.”

“Why did you have to do this?” you laughed and she smiled weakly at you before you pulled her in for a hug and let her go. It was like a movie, watching her walk away with Lionel into the sunset, and it was a bittersweet moment; she turned when she got to her car, putting Lionel in the backseat and catching your stare before waving goodbye to you.

Two years later

“Alright! Everything is ready to go! Lionel, are you ready to get on your first ever plane?” you cooed at your Australian Shepherd as you gathered your luggage into the Uber. You met up with Lucy and Ethan at the airport, stopping off at an airport bar where Lionel could lay down beside you before they called your flight.

“So...” Ethan started, “you guys excited?”

“YES!” Lucy exclaimed first, “I just got promoted at work so this kind of feels like a celebration trip for me”

“Oh that’s awesome!” you and Ethan said simultaneously

“Congrats Luce!” You added, raising your glass to clink theirs

“Thank you, thank you” she laughed, pretending to bow

“Well, on my end, I’m just excited to be getting out of the city. I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to be back here, in Calgary,” you said, gesturing around you with a smile, “but being home just kind of concretes my failures...”

“Hey.. no don’t do that,” Ethan tried, “you didn’t fail. You made the right call, in your heart. Plus you’ve been dating right?!” he smiled, raising his eyebrows to get you to talk about the dates you’d been on

“Oh yeah...” you sighed, raising your eyebrows before taking a long sip of your drink, “In the last year and a half, I’ve been on three dates. With different guys. And they all sucked. The first guy got me drunk and groped me when we were making out, none of that was good. I mean, if he had at least been a good kisser, it would’ve been different but he wasn’t. The second guy was one of the most pretentious guys I’ve ever met. Constantly talking about his favourite philosophers and why his favourite activity on dates is to talk about ethics. That one ended almost as soon as it began. The third one was decent. He didn’t try feeding me alcohol or telling me cheesy pick up lines or acting like he was better than me in some way. He was pretty true to his profile...”

“So what happened?” Lucy asked, confusion covering her face

“He hated dogs...” The three of you laughed and you shook your head as you finished the last sip in your glass, “no but I just don’t think I’m ready to date right now...”

“That’s fair” Ethan said, just as your flight was called for boarding and the three of you made your way to the line. Luckily, the flight was non-stop but it was still almost 13 hours and everyone was in desperate need of walking around when the plane landed.

“Alright! Where should we go first?!” Lucy asked excitedly, encouraging the group to perk up

“Apartment” Ethan replied tiredly

“We gotta drop this stuff off Luce and get Lionel some food” you added

“Fine fine... but I think we have to keep moving so we can beat the jet lag!” You snickered before grabbing your bags and making your way into the cab in front of you. You watched the trees pass you by with Lionel resting on your lap until you got closer into the city, where the colours of the buildings near the port seem to jump vibrantly in front of you. When the four of you finally got to your Air B’n’B, Ethan dropped his bags loudly on the floor while you and Lionel explored the apartment.

“Has your Portuguese improved since you went to Ibiza?” Lucy laughed

“Ibiza?” you said with a sigh of confusion on your tongue, completely locking away the memory of the trip when you and Tyler had officially started dating, “oh.. no. That was years ago...” Ethan and Lucy looked back and forth between each other as you looked at some of the host’s books on the shelf, zoning out from what you were saying, snapping back when you heard the clicking of Lionel’s paws approach you, “so.. I haven’t had a reason to brush up on it. But maybe while we’re here?” Ethan nodded at you, his eyebrows raised as he attempted to reassure you

“Get your pup some water and some food and then we’re going to explore!” Lucy said, clapping her hands together to encourage you and Ethan to hurry up. The time had finally come for you and your friends to take Lionel on an ‘almost too-touristy’ adventure and he was more pumped than your sister, which only shocked you slightly. The four of you made your way to The Basílica de la Sagrada Família, but didn’t go in on account of the dog, before making your way to the beautiful Park Güell for a nice stroll and stopping at a nearby café for a break from the heat.

“I love the Barcelona sun,” Lucy said as she fanned herself while you and Ethan laughed between each other’s glances, “don’t you?”

“It is beautiful here” you added

“I’m just glad there’s some shade!” Ethan exclaimed, “I burn easy.”

“So where to next?” Lucy asked as she opened her phone, completely ignoring any need for yours or Ethan’s opinion

“She’s a woman on a mission” you joked to Ethan

“Casa Milà it is!” she finally said, making everyone, including Lionel, snap their heads up. You sipped your drink while soaking up the beautiful Barcelona sun and relishing the breeze that came along every once in a while -- it had been so long since you’d been anywhere but Calgary, Toronto or Dallas that you forgot how much you missed travelling. When you finally made it to Casa Milà, all you wanted was to explore every inch of it. It was amazing and you were fascinated but Lionel was starting to get tired, which was hard to miss since he kept laying down whenever you tried to walk any further so you ordered an Uber and made your way back to the apartment.

“WAIT!” Ethan shouted, “can you let us off here please?”

“What’s going on?” You asked, concerned, “I really should take Lionel home. Look at his little tired face..” You cooed, trying to get Ethan to stay in the car

“The arch!” he shouted again

“We can see that tomorrow or later. I’m sure it’ll be beautiful at night all lit up,” Lucy tried, eventually turning to the Uber driver to ask him his thoughts, “you agree right?”

“sim, Certo...” he replied and she shook her head

“See... he agrees!” Lucy said, “I think we should give the poor guy a break from all this walking and heat. Don’t you?”

“We need some pictures in front of it in the daytime. When you can actually see our faces... and our outfits... without the awful flash of an iPhone...”

“We can do that tomorrow.. when we’re not all sweaty” Lucy argued

“We totally can!” Ethan replied, some excitement to his tone but you could spot the sarcasm a mile away, “OR... we could do it today and if we don’t like the pictures, we can come back!”

“Ethan.” Lucy stated, “the dog is tired. I’m so full I can barely walk. I’m sweating through everything I’m wearing and I’m ready to give into this jet lag”

“COME O--” He continued to argue

“ENOUGH!” you interrupted with a laugh, “Okay. I agree with Lucy. I’m sweaty, I’m tired, I just wanna take care of my dog and maybe hang out by the pool for a bit. I do think the Arch would be beautiful at night.”

“There you go!” Lucy exclaimed as if she’d won

“BUT!” You continued, “I’d hate if we said we were going to do it another day and didn’t end up getting around to it when we were so close today. We can order another Uber after we get a couple shots. It’s really not a big deal”

“AWESOME!” Ethan shouted in excitement, you apologized to the driver and thanked him for his patience before following your friends out to the Arc De Triomf. Standing there, in front of the arch, you felt a sudden tinge of sadness when you realized that this was one of Tyler’s favourite places, one of his favourite cities that he’d always talked about taking you to that you never got around to, and you knelt down in front of Lionel to stop the tears from showing

“Are you okay?” Lucy asked when she noticed you’d stopped moving with them

“I’m fine,” you said, smiling to hide the quiver in your voice, “I just needed to fix my shoe...” Lucy could tell you were lying, so she knelt down in front of you

“What’s wrong?” she asked in a whisper and you looked over to see where Ethan was, answering her question when she saw him taking pictures

“I forgot.. or maybe I tried to push it aside. How much Tyler loves Barcelona. How he would come here in the summer. How we promised we’d find our way here. Together.” You replied, small teardrops falling from the corner of your eye, “Then I went and ruined everything...”

“Uhm.. guys...” Ethan called to you, stopping briefly when he saw the two of you kneeling on the ground, “you ready to go?” You tried to discreetly wipe away the tears before he could see

“We didn’t even get a picture!” you laughed, standing up and Lionel began to bark, “Lionel! Shh!” you tried to quiet him but he continued

“Lionel that’s not nice! No barking!” Lucy took her turn trying to calm the dog and Ethan joined shortly after but he began to tug on the leash

“Lionel!” you raised your voice but he continued to bark and tug on the leash, “I don’t know what’s going on. He only does this when he sees someone he knows...” The realization of your words forced you to look up and your grip on the leash loosened just enough for Lionel to run in his direction. Lucy noticed Ethan drop his head before her eyes followed Lionel

“Shit” Lucy whispered as quietly as she could before turning back to see your eyes wide as you stared across the square

“Let’s go babe, Lucy will grab Lionel. Let’s just get in a cab and go back to the apartment”

“Maybe we’re just all hallucinating” you said, knowing it wasn’t the truth but hoping it was

“Maybe...” Ethan said, trying to comfort you, “come with me... Lucy has the pup, don’t worry.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders to guide you to the cabs lining the street

“Ethan...” you stopped, squeezing your eyes shut tight and shaking your head, “we’ve seen him. He’s seen us. Lionel ran to him. We can’t just leave and ignore the fact that we’re both here... As much as I’d like to”

“Are you sure?” he asked, taking his arm off

“No” you laughed before turning around and making your way across the square

“Hi...” Kate greeted while Tyler focused on Lionel and you only nodded in her direction

Ethan’s P.O.V

“So.. you two huh?” you asked Kate as she stood awkwardly in front of you

“Ethan...” Lucy said, shaking her head at you while (Y/N) uncomfortably shifted where she stood

“Yeah...” Kate started, smiling weakly at you and (Y/N), “enjoying Barcelona?” you scoffed

“Ethan stop,” (Y/N) finally spoke, “we didn’t mean to interrupt. Lionel just recognized you and wanted to say hi...” Tyler stood up, a scowl on his face that even you could tell was covering up a little bit of hurt behind his eyes and the group waited for him to speak; the tension growing with every passing second.

“I hope you enjoy your time here...” was all he said before taking Kate’s hand and walking away, leaving Lionel whining and (Y/N) as paralyzed as ever.

“What a bitch!” You said, referring to Kate, thinking it’s what your friend needed

“Stop...” (Y/N) said quietly, pathetically, before pulling Lionel slightly toward the cabs, “I’m exhausted. I want to go back to the apartment.” The ride back was painfully silent but all you could do was wait for (Y/N) to speak first; the creaking of the floorboards in the apartment felt like bombs to you and Lucy as (Y/N) still hadn’t muttered a word and even Lionel’s tapping paws sounded sad.

“We’re just going to go grab a drink at the café next door... you take a nap or a bath and we’ll see you later okay?” Lucy spoke up, grabbing your arm to leave her sister alone but not soon enough to miss the whimpers coming from the bedroom, forcing you and Lucy to stare at each other with heavy hearts.

“What are we supposed to do?” you asked when the two of you sat down at a table, “I mean do we leave? do we get her so incredibly drunk that she forgets he’s here? I mean she’s never going to forget he exists -- getting her that drunk is impossible...”

“We just have to be there for her...” Lucy added, realizing that was the opposite of where the two of you were, “even if we’re not there for her.”

“It just sucks that he was with Kate...” you said, “I mean with his friends, it would’ve been hard enough. But to see Kate there with him. Taking pictures and holding hands. I just about crumbled I felt so bad for her.”

“I know,” Lucy sighed, fiddling with the menu in front of her, “but the thing is... it’s not her problem anymore. She’s allowed to be hurt, we’re not going to tell her she can’t hurt, but she can’t expect Tyler to... not find love ever again.”

“But so soon?” you exclaimed, “and with her?!”

“It’s been two years.” she stated, “And honestly, it probably wouldn’t have been with anyone other than Kate. We all saw it coming..”

“Maybe. I still hate her. I hate him for it.”

“She left him though,” Lucy interjected, trying to get you to settle your emotions, “he’s not the one in the wrong here. Look, I love my sister and I understand why she did what she did. It was the right choice, even if it hurt like hell for the both of them. But she doesn’t own him and she doesn’t have any stake in his life anymore. We can’t hate Tyler for moving on and we can’t hate Kate for being there for him when he needed someone...”

“I hate your logic” you said, scoffing at her sarcastic pout

“Honestly? me too.”

You cried yourself to sleep with Lionel tucked into the back of your knees, waking up only to discover that Lucy and Ethan hadn’t returned. Which meant you were left alone with your thoughts which was a dangerous place to be. You sat up and Lionel moved so he could face you, to which you stared at him and cried as he looked back

“I miss him so much, Li,” you sobbed, “I don’t know what to do...” you dropped your head against the Australian Shepherd’s neck and hugged him while your tears coated his fur. “He was supposed to be... my dude. My person. and he was. Why did I fuck this up so hard?” You asked your dog as violent sobs hurled out of your chest, leaning back to look at Lionel only for him to lick away your tears and you laughed at the action, “I love you too, bud.” Finally, you got out of bed and decided to take a shower to wash the grief off, thinking about how to make this trip enjoyable knowing that Tyler and Kate were in the same city; probably doing the romantic things he’d promised you so many years ago. When it was clear to you that you owed Ethan and Lucy your undivided attention and apology for acting so selfish, you sent them a text to ask what café they were at and made sure Lionel had enough food and water that he wouldn’t get agitated while you were out.

“When you come out of the building, turn left and then when you get to the corner, turn right and then keep walking for about a block,” Lucy texted, “It’s called Firebug.” You had every intention of meeting them there but for some reason, when you got into the cab, you asked the driver to take you to the Arc De Triomf. When you got there, you were surprised how few people were surrounding it but you were instead able to enjoy the beauty of it with the quiet whirring of traffic around you. The moment was perfect that you asked a stranger to take a picture of you in front of the beautiful city sculpture before turning to just be in the moment for a second.

“I thought you might come back here...” Tyler’s voice rang through your ears and chilled your spine as he stood behind you

“I didn’t...” you stood still, facing away from him, unsure of whether or not to look at him

“I shouldn’t have left without saying something,” he added, referring to your encounter earlier, “I was just shocked to see you.”

“I know...” you whispered

“Can’t even look at me huh?” He scoffed, “that’s where we’re at now?”

“If I look at you, I think I might cry and I have such a huge headache from crying already...” you said shakily

“You don’t think I haven’t cried a million times over that day?”

“You think it’s just about that day?!” you yelled, finally turning to him to see him raising his eyebrows at you, “maybe it’s just about that day for you. And I’m sorry. Did you read the note?” The words came out of your mouth harsher than you intended and he scoffed at you before answering

“Yeah. I found the note you hid in the drawer”

“I didn’t think I’d actually have to give it to you, Tyler, so I just kind of forgot about it.”

“Like you forgot about me?”

“Forgot about you?” you said, contorting your face in confusion, “how the hell did I forget about you? I don’t think me writing a note to you in case I left constitutes as me forgetting about you. In fact, it’s the opposite!”

“You forgot that I was there to help you! Everything had to be about you helping you. Not asking anyone for help! We were supposed to be there for each other! BUT YOU COULDN’T DO THAT!!”

“DON’T YELL AT ME!” you shouted, “Tyler, I’m sorry. I hated writing that note but if I left, and I didn’t know that I was going to believe me, but if I did I thought you deserved some kind of explanation. Even if it was a shitty one.”

“Fine.” He said, throwing his hands up in the air before rubbing his face, “but why did you do it in the first place?”

“The note?”

“Leave...” you could see the sadness looming in his eyes, the way his tears were beginning to brim his eyes and you tilted your head to the side to stop yourself from sobbing too quickly

“Because...” you started, a sigh escaping your lips as it had so many times before, “I loved you first.” You stated it so matter-of-factly that the expression on his face seemed to say ‘what does that mean?’ “I didn’t want a relationship. Not with anyone. I didn’t really know what love was and I didn’t want to waste my time in another relationship trying to find it. Especially not with someone who’s reputation walked into a room before he did. But when I wasn’t with you, when I was just starting to get to know you, I wanted to be around you. I wanted to figure you out. Find out if you were who everyone said you were. And then James came into my life and he seemed like the guy that everyone told me to wait for. He was charming and fun and sweet and chivalrous and he texted me that night and called me the next day and he paid for my meals and he made me feel like I mattered. Until he didn’t. Even with all that, there was something missing and I could never really love him. I didn’t know why, truly, I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t let myself fall in love with this seemingly perfect guy. And it was because of you. Because I loved you first. Because you were always on my mind. Because you weren’t perfect but you made me laugh and you understood that I was messed up and you comforted me the best you could and you just.. tried. That’s why It Had To Be You because anyone else would have to do more than you did without even realizing it which would never work because I shouldn’t be comparing other people to you.”

“That doesn’t make sense. If you loved me first, why would you leave?” He questioned

“I wanted to be with you and I thought you wanted to be with me. But the more we tried, the more things got in the way. Ali, James, Marcus, Hockey... all of these things that made it impossible for us to match up at the right time. And for a while, it just seemed like bad timing. But we were just like...” you bumped your fists together as you tried to find the words, “we were like Bumper Cars. We would get so close and then we would crash apart but we tried to fight to be next to each other, as if one of us could ‘beat the system’ because the spark is there between us but it just causes destruction. Every time. And one or both of us would get hurt. I was tired of hurting you, Tyler.”

“Why did you wait so long then? I mean you couldn’t have just all of a sudden felt this way on our wedding day...” he added

“No.. it had been building up for a while. Little things made me think about it. But I thought that we were stronger than my insecurities; it turns out that as much as I wanted to be with you, I wanted you to be happier more. When Kate showed up that day, it made me realize...”

“Nothing was happening with us then” he interrupted, raising his voice suddenly.

“I know. But I realized that maybe she was just a friend, someone who was good to you, and you had to keep that a secret from me because of all of this stuff I was conjuring up in my mind. Which just felt like the opposite person I wanted to be. I thought I was this girl who you’d be able to trust with anything. That you’d know was cool with you having girls for friends and that would be fine with you going out with your guys on the weekends or whatever. But I wasn’t. Your inviting her there, without me knowing, proved that.” He sighed loudly at your confession and you didn’t know what to think. Honestly, you were surprised he had let you explain this much; you thought he would’ve just yelled at you for running away like a child

“Maybe you’re right,” he said when he finally calmed down and the tears burning your eyes overcame you that you couldn’t control any longer, “I was never trying to fix you. I didn’t think you needed to be fixed. But you did. And I was never going to be able to convince you otherwise. So, I tried to keep you happy and secure but things popped up and I got, I don’t know... overwhelmed at the idea of having to be strong all the time for both of us. But I wanted to marry you. I wanted to be happy. With you.”

“Tyler...” you said as your tears seemed to settle down, taking a deep breath so you could continue, “I wanted to marry you, too. I only ever wanted to be happy with you but you have to admit. When I left, and you hated me for what I did, you realized that you could start over...”

“I didn’t want to start over though. You made that choice for me!” he raised his voice and you stepped back, breathing in silently

“You were too good of a guy to hurt me... the way I probably deserved to be hurt. Hating me, as twisted as it seems, was the easiest way for you to move on and find closure so you could find the person or the thing that made you find meaning in your life again. I mean, listen to everything you just said. Your life, our relationship, revolved around you trying to convince me that I was enough for you and that’s not fair to you. You should be with someone who’s secure enough in themselves that you two can live your separate lives and then come together and be whole. And I think you have that with Kate, and I’m so glad that you were able to find that happiness that you deserve. Because you seem happy. Are you? Happy?”

“I am...” he sighed, a smile creeping across his lips that broke your heart into a million pieces because you knew you wouldn’t be the one behind it anymore, “I mean, yeah, sometimes I have shitty days and get really sad when I think about us. You and me. But she.. brings me back”

“Good” you said almost inaudibly as tears began to fall from your eyes again, clearing your throat, “I’m so happy for you, Ty, and I wish you nothing but the best. In everything.”

“Thank you” he said sincerely, staring at you so intensely you could feel your heart in your head. Part of you wanted him to kiss you, just to say goodbye, but a bigger part wanted to keep as much distance between you and him as possible; from now until the day you died. When he leaned in to hug you, you melted into him before quickly jerking yourself away

“I’m sorry,” you stammered as you pulled away from him, shaking your head as you backed up, “I can’t do thi-- I have to go...”

“(Y/N)..” he said, trying to stop you from leaving, which you did just to hear what he had to say, “you will always be my favourite story.” You gave him a strained smile as you tried to hold back your tears until you turned away and he couldn’t see your face as you fell apart. You walked back toward the apartment where you had passed by Firebug in the cab earlier when you got a text from both Ethan and Lucy wondering where you are

“Did you get lost?” Lucy sent

“Everything okay?” Ethan asked

“We’re getting worried!”

“Did you decide to stay back at the apartment?”

“It’s okay if you didn’t wanna come out.. Just let us know”

“Babe?”

“Guys I’m okay,” you said when you walked into the café and found their table, “I went back to the Arch.” You handed them your phone so they could look at your pictures, “it was so peaceful tonight. Much more than during the day...”

“Why are your eyes all puffy?” Ethan asked

“Did you go there to cry?” Lucy chided, taking a sip of her Sangria

“No I didn’t go there to cry,” you laughed, “I went there to think. And then Tyler showed up.”

“What happened?” “What did he say?” The two overlapped their questions

“He wanted to talk so we talked...”

“And...?” Ethan prodded

“I cried” you stated with a giggle

“Well obviously,” Lucy scoffed, “but what else? Did he say he loves you and he’ll come back to you and leave Kate?”

“What?” your voice squeaked at her suggestions as a server asked if he could get you a drink, “can I just get a Coca-Cola please? Thank you. Obrigado.”

“(Y/N)!!” Ethan and Lucy shouted to get you to continue

“No. He didn’t say he loves me and he’ll leave Kate”

“WHY THE HELL NOT? THE BOYS AN IDIOT!” Lucy yelled, clearly the Sangria going to her head

“Luce, enough. Guys,” you sighed, sitting back in your chair, “it broke my heart to see them together. Like seriously, my heart shattered when I saw Lionel run to them and then she was just there... with him. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. But he’s happy. They’re happy. I wouldn’t have wanted him to leave her and come back to me even if he said he would. Because it’s over. We’re over and I’ll be okay with that eventually. Knowing that he’s finally found his person makes it, both, easier and harder. He was my favourite person and we both tried so hard but I think we found our closure.”

“That’s it?” Lucy said calmly, “you don’t think you’ll ever get back together?”

“No, Lucy, I don’t.” you stated, placing your hand gently on hers to ease the idea into her mind, “that’s not the way it works for us. Too much has happened for it all to be forgiven and forgotten. I will love him until my heart stops beating and I think a part of him will always love me, but our story is over...”

“That’s the most depressing thing I’ve ever heard” Ethan added, taking a sip of his Cava, displeased at your statement, and you laughed before taking a drink of your Coke that had been placed in front of you

“Maybe...” you continued, “but at least I know what love is now. You know? So the next time I find a guy and it doesn’t feel like it did with Tyler, I’ll know it’s not love and I’ll be able to make a decision as to whether or not I want to just waste my time or move on.”

“Very... mature?” Lucy questioned and you tipped your glass in her direction

“I wish it would’ve ended like a movie...” Ethan complained. You laughed as the two of them continued to drink before completely changing the topic. You smiled as your sister spilled Ethan’s drink all over him and he unenthusiastically ordered another drink. Your phone dinged once and you were surprised to see Tyler’s name light up your screen

“If you’re free tomorrow, I’m going out sailing. You should come by the Port before it leaves...” Your smile faded slightly as you contemplated answering him but instead you turned your phone on its screen, ignoring his message and promising yourself that you’d let him go and let the two of you move on. It was time for a new story...

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