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Period Cravings

BG: Periods can be a pain. Food cravings are usually the easiest to handle. But with Hogwarts under curfew and not willing risk it all for the blood quill what could you do? Looks like someone had go above and beyond to help.

A/N: Why did I decide to write something about food in the middle of the night, it’s like I wanted to make myself crave on purpose!

This is an entry to @blisfvll ‘s 1.5 celebration writing challenge! With the following prompts:

14. “I swear to God I’ll punch you.” “You can’t even reach my shoulder.”

15. “I don’t know if I wanna kill you or kiss you.”

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You don’t normally get period cramps you are very thankful for, but of course when it does come, it hurts like hell. Luckily Madam Pomfrey has a supply of menstrual pain-relieving potions available for those in need. Which you had taken after dinner. Although now sitting in front the common room fire, you had another problem. Cravings. Which magic unlikely could not fix. Oh what you would do for a plate of a hot chocolate lava cake topped with cold vanilla ice cream!  A glance to the clock- 9:55 pm- had killed whatever small hope of getting that sweet treat from the kitchens. It was almost curfew.

The last of the students were arriving back, deflated like always after Umbridge had become High Inquisitor and held Hogwarts with an iron grip.

‘If you keep making that face y/n, your brows are gonna be permanently sewn together.’ Fred remarked.

Which only made you scowled further.

‘Sorry Sorry!’ Fred raised his arms in surrender. ‘I bet you would still look cute even when your face ultimately stays mad.’

Did he just called you cute?- Well no exactly but also could he be? You thought but before your brain could process if his teasing had something behind it, your body reacted first. Next thing you know, you had hit his arm.

‘Ouch woman! You hit hard!’

‘Well these chaser arms do pay off even outside of quidditch.’ You knew Fred only tried to cheer you up. He always does, when he sees you down or anyone for that matter and would crack jokes to brighten the day.

Placing your hand on his arm as to lessen the pain you begin, ‘I’m sorry. You were just trying to make me feel better and I released all this crap onto you.’

‘Heyyy heyy it’s okay.’ Fred said, pulling you for an embrace, ‘Take it out on me all you want, I can take it. Anything for you.’

Breaking away he continues, ‘What’s got you bitter anyway?’ Genuine concern in his eyes.

You looked away. ‘Ahh it’s so stupid- It’s nothing really.’

‘I am Fred fucking Weasley, I do stupid things all the time. Try me.’

‘I want a hot plate of lava cake with ice cream.’

‘Say what now?’ Fred stated, a bit confused.

‘I would die for some lava cake and ice cream right now.’ You stated with a deadpanned face.

‘This craving is driving me insane!’ You explained. ‘Normally I would just sneak out to the kitchens but now with the threat of getting my hand scarred with the blood quill, it is a no go. No way am I risking that just for a period craving. I wouldn’t even wish the blood quill to a bully.’

‘yeah yeh….’ Fred mumbled, lost in his own thought.

Waving a hand in front of his face ‘Freddie are you even lis—’

Fred abruptly stood up. ‘I—I got to go y/n. I forgot something in the—’ Running out of the common room, the rest of his sentence cut off by the closing of the door.

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An hour later, right before you were getting ready for bed. Your roommate had come in giggling, ‘Y/n! Good you’re still up. Fred is downstairs waiting for you by the way.’

Waiting for me? What could this boy be up to now??

But you nod anyway. ‘Thanks y/f/n. I’ll be right down.’ You put on your fluffy slippers and make your way down to the common room.

You first caught sight of Fred pacing, making your way closer to the communal study tables you then saw it. ‘WHAT THE-‘you exclaimed.

‘Surprise!’ Fred said with handing presenting the table full of desserts- Chocolate frogs, cauldron cakes, hot butterbeer and the showstopper plate of a hot chocolate lava cake topped with cold vanilla ice cream!  

‘As you can see, I have also added a couple more stuff, which I noticed Ginny and Mum eat during you know the time of the month, been told that those help ease the pain and cravings. And Ohh! I also have these…’ Fred handed you more stuff from the chair. ‘Heating pads and a couple of potions from Madam Pomfrey- though she was a bit annoyed and worried that I asked her for them so close to curfew…and’ His cheeks blushed. ‘after all that she calmed down cause she said that I was being the most caring boyfriend and knew that we would make a great couple…’ Fred chuckled nervously.  

Seeing that you haven’t said anything, yet he continued hoping to salvage anything after that boyfriend/girlfriend comment, ‘apparently quite a number of teachers are shipping us together, some even have bets!’ He tried to sound nonchalant but failed. ‘Can you believe?’

Alternating from him, the food on the table and the heating pad and potions in your hand. You brain is going a hundred miles an hour.

On one hand, this is just wow, never had you felt so taken cared of before- and securely this surpasses best friend territory, right? Fred had gone above and beyond. This was some boyfriend material stuff right here. But what if you’re just overthinking and reading too between the lines y/n? What if you just want to see what you want to see.  But your thoughts keep going back to the boyfriend quality worry, the going above and beyond.  And he did mention that relationship comment right? He didn’t seem to take offence at the idea….

On the other hand, your own worry had taken over. What he had done for you was so risky, he could have been caught. If he had he would have suffered and have scars on his hand, all because of you and you could live with that. How could he be so reckless? – Wait why are you even still saying this to yourself…

You broke off your internal monologue. ‘WHAT THE FUCK FRED?!??? YES FREDDIE THIS IS ALL SO SWEET AND I REALLY DO APPRECIATE IT BUT WHAT IF YOU HAD BEEN CAUGHT?? YOU WOULD HAVE SUFFERED AND BE PUNISHED BY THE BLOOD QUILL!! HOW COULD YOU BE SO RECKLESS?!?’ Your anger from worry had slowed now, you looked up to him with soft eyes. ‘You did this all for me. If something bad had happen to you, it would because of me, and I don’t think I could live with that Freddie.’

Fred had always been able to see through you, and to see you so anxious for his safety warms his heart. He tucks the hair that had fallen out during you rant. ‘But you see love, I wasn’t caught. Reckless- Yes. But caught? Nope. Maybe I should try that again….to test my skills.’ He teased.

You glared at him. ‘You. Will. Not. Or else, I swear to God I’ll punch you.’

‘You can’t even reach my shoulder.’ Fred resorted. ‘You know… you are so cute when you’re frustrated.’

‘Ughh!’ Rolling your eyes. ‘I don’t know if I wanna kill you or kiss you.��

‘Rather kiss me more, I hope.’ He smirked. Then got serious., he held your waist. ‘But I wanna do it properly and take you out on a date first.’

You brought your hands up to the nape of his neck and started to play with his hair. ‘Well then let’s us consider this as our first date!’

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Time Away

A/N: Here is my entry into @blisfvll ‘s writing celebration! Congratulations again on 1.5k, I am such a big fan of your work (though I am so far behind on fic reading)!! The prompt I chosen is in bold. I love writing for older Sirius, it’s probably one of my favourite things to write. The flashback is in italics. As always, I hope you enjoy!! 

Summary: “I’ve missed having you in my arms.”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: melancholy reminscing 

Word count: 1.1k - I’m sorry it isn’t longer!!

In the two years since Sirius Black had tasted his first breath of fresh air in over a decade, he had reconnected with his best friend from Hogwarts, been declared innocent, finally met his godson, and had found his way back into your life.

It was a tough time.

Remus forgave him after an evening of explanations and the Ministry acquitted him of his supposed crimes six months after his release. For Harry, there was never really anything to forgive after the night in the Shrieking Shack, but Sirius was determined to forge a relationship with the godson he only knew for fifteen months before being ripped away and jailed.

You, on other hand. He needed to take his time with you; he couldn’t go barging in and upsetting the balance of your new life. For a few days, he watched you in his animagus form; getting to know your routine, trying to find out whether there was someone in your life that made you happy. He would never be able to accurately describe the feelings of joy that ran through his body when he realised that there was no-one special, but that you also still wore the promise ring he gave to you upon your graduation from Hogwarts.

Sirius remembers standing on your doorstep after he had finally worked up the nerve to take those tentative few steps:

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“I was wondering how long it would take you to come to me,” You say in greeting.

His mouth opens and closes, “How did you know?”

You level him with an unimpressed look, “A big black dog suddenly shows up in my back garden as the newspaper reports on a breakout from Azkaban. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together.”

Sirius leans against the doorframe, “I’ve missed you.”

Tears line your eyes and you bite your lip. You blink the tears away just as fast as they came, “How long has it been since you had a warm meal?”

Sirius blinks, not expecting this change of conversation, “Months.”

You stand aside, letting him enter the house you once shared with him. “It isn’t anything fancy; chicken and potatoes,” You say, leading him into the kitchen.

“It sounds wonderful. I loved anything you cooked for me.”

You plate up the food in silence, setting it down in front of him along with a drink. Sirius digs in straight away; moaning at the taste. It had been so long since he had warm meal that wasn’t bland.

Conversation is stilted; a decade long absence and there should be plenty to speak about, but a decade long absence has inevitably brought a gap between the two of you. 

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It took time; he knew it would. It was a marathon they were running, not a race. In the months that followed, you got to know each other again. Sirius spent the time working on himself; getting himself to the healthiest he could be after an ordeal such as Azkaban.

Two years on and you’re both at a place that’s healthy enough to pursue the relationship that was jilted all those years ago.

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The anniversary of his incarceration hangs over the two of you like a black cloud. It drags down the mood of the day; the both of you wrapped up in your memories of that night almost fifteen years ago. You both navigate the day in a daze; bodies busy but minds far away.

On the night of the anniversary, you lay in bed together, wrapped up in the other. So close it’s hard to know where you end, and Sirius starts.

“Do you know what I missed most when I was away?” He asks, his hand running through your hair.

The name of ‘Azkaban’ was never uttered in your presence, neither was the term ‘imprisoned’. The both of you rarely speaking of the matter after that initial conversation when he appeared on your doorstep; preferring to think of happier times before the death of James and Lily and after Sirius returned to you.

You snuggle into his side, adjusting the blanket to cover the both of you better, “What did you miss most?”

His arms tighten around you, “I missed having you in my arms, like I do right now. My time away was hellish, I’ll not deny it, but I’d also describe it as bittersweet.”

“And why is that?”

“Well for starters, I wasn’t with you. I couldn’t see you, hear you, smell you, taste you. All my senses were cut off from every part of you. I missed being able to run a finger down your arm and watch you shiver at my touch. I missed you a lot, but it was thinking of you that helped me get through every day. I would wonder what you would be doing; whether you still had that tatty old dressing gown still, and whether you still took your coffee in the same way. So it was bittersweet.”

“I missed having you near me,” You whisper, confessing a secret you had never told anyone, “There was a month after you went away where I would continue cooking enough for two, or I would turn in the shop to get your opinion on a cushion for the living room or to ask you what you fancied for tea, and then the pain would start all over again.” You sigh, “I never really got used to you being away.”

Sirius drops a kiss to your hairline, inhaling the fruity scent of your shampoo – a scent that he had come to associate with being home.

It was rare for you to talk about your life without him. You brought things up every now and then, but you rarely discussed it because how could you talk about how your life continued when his was brought to a halting stop at the age of twenty-one?

That night neither of you sleep much; tormented by the nightmares of a night the two of you remember so similarly and yet, so differently. Sirius was hell-bent on retribution that night; confronting Peter like that with no back up and too many witnesses – he had been driven out of his mind by the strength of his grief for James and Lily but also for Harry. He’d never get to know his parents.

The early hours of the morning holds conversations similar to that of the previous night; how much he missed you, what he’s glad to have now – how grateful he is that you had never found anyone else.

He whispers promises into your skin; promises of never being apart again – never for that long again anyway. The sun rises with his words, as if solidifying his promises into the new day – letting the world know of his plans for you and your future.

The time apart had driven a wedge between the two of you despite the fact that you would never love another. Sirius vows to spend the rest of his life fixing what had been broken on that October’s night back in 1981.

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A Treasured Memory

Synopsis: You reminisce on the past with Charlie.  Prompt: "you're quite cute when you're tired"

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Words: 2.1k+

A/N - This was written for @blisfvll​‘s 1.5k writing challenge. This is my first time writing for Charlie Weasley but I am utterly in love with him as a character. This whole thing is just pure fluff so I hope you all enjoy it. 

Shrouded in the dim light of flickering candles, you're sat up in bed examining a photo album that arrived by owl. It had been addressed to the both of you so you took it upon yourself to open it. Your fingertips dance over the silky smooth film almost like you could feel the energy of that day from many moons ago. It showed Charlie dead centre surrounded by white snow and bare trees, just in the distance you could see the Shrieking Shack. He wore a thick green coat that reached to his knees, darkish blue jeans and a maroon jumper adorned with a deep yellow 'C' right in the middle. A red and yellow scarf rested tightly around his neck and flecks of pure white sat upon his flaming red hair. The smile on his face indicated a desire to be anywhere but in front of the camera and he was utterly oblivious to you creeping up behind him. As your hands slap against his shoulders, he jumps out of his skin. You can't help but smile as you watch the simple memory play out within the confines of the photograph. Bill had been the one to take it and you were rather grateful that he had. It was a special day forever engraved in your mind.

"What are you looking at?" Pulled from your thoughts by the man himself, Charlie enters the bedroom in nothing more than a pair of red and white checkered PJ bottoms. The bed dips beside you as he climbs in and you place the photo album carefully in his lap.

"Do you remember this?" A day so special to you could be long forgotten by him.

"Where did you get this?"

Your gaze falls to the photograph once more. "Your parents. It's mostly photos of you and your family," Flipping over the page, there was a picture of a very smiley Charlie with a tiny Ginny Weasley. It was an adorable shot but you quickly turn back. "Except for this one- do you remember?"

"Kind of... We went to Hogsmeade with Bill right?"

You nod a little before proclaiming ever so proudly. "I remember this day perfectly."

"And why is that?" Charlie passes the album back so you can continue your walk down memory lane.

"Because it was the day I realised I was actually in love with you..."

Grey clouds filled the afternoon sky, covering the ground in a thick blanket of snow. There was a brisk chill laced with the breeze that threatened to invade your winter clothes, but for now, they kept you reasonably warm. Snow flew into the air with every kick of your shoe and just a few paces behind you the crunch of Charlie followed. The day had been spent accompanying the two eldest Weasley siblings, Bill and Charlie around the small village of Hogsmeade. Nothing had struck your fancy except a Pumpkin Fizz purchased at The Three Broomsticks; the boys had both ordered Butterbeers. Bill was the first to leave so when the time came to return to Hogwarts, it was just you and Charlie. Not that you minded, he was your best friend after all. It had been that way ever since your second year when you showed a mild interest in dragons only to discover your fellow Gryffindor was rather... passionate about the subject. It was one of many things you came to admire about Charlie; he was so passionate about everything he engaged with. It was very sweet to witness just how excited he came at the mention of the ferocious magical creatures.

"It's so cold today." You muse out loud; a shiver spilling through your veins as the cold air blew against your face. It was beginning to feel numb with how cold it was. Charlie hummed in agreement. "Maybe next time you drag me out in the snow we should invest in some hot coco." Spinning on your heel, you begin to walk backwards so you can face him.

"You actually invited yourself," Charlie countered, his brow creasing. It really brought focus to the scar across his eyebrow. "It was only supposed to be Bill and me."

"Oh I see how it is" Arms folded, your bottom lip comes out in your best pout. "You could have just said you didn't want to hang out,"

"You know I didn't mean it that way," His expression softens, he really was too gentle for his own good. Of course, you knew he didn't mean to make it sound like your company was unwanted, you just liked making him sweat. "Sorry,"

"For what?" Bending at the knee, you brush the snow around you into a messy pile. Grabbing a handful off the very top. "I'm the one who intruder on your brotherly bonding." Standing back up, you roll the snow between your hands into a responsibly neat ball. The melting flakes quickly seeping through your Gryffindor mittens.

"We were happy to have you."

His words bring along a smile. "Thanks," Without hesitation, you throw your completed snowball directly at him. It smashes against the large yellow C of his jumper, covering him in white powder. "Now, come on."

Turning back around, you march forward with sincere child-like glee. There was something so magical about the way snow could make a person feel. You come to an abrupt stop as snow crashes into the back of your head; luckily none of it got into your coat. Glancing towards Charlie, he's brushing his hands together with an undeniable smirk. "Oh, it's on Weasley,"

Open fields, bare trees and stone walls guide the way back to the main castle meaning there was a lack of places to find cover. However, there certainly wasn't a lack of ammunition. Running ahead, you duck behind some cobblestone as best you can. Snowballs fly in your direction and you manage to dodge each one as you prepare your own stockpile. With one snowball in hand and five or so in reserve, you very carefully peer over the edge of the wall. Nothing but stone and snow; Charlie had completely vanished. Nicely played. With a deep breath, you listen for the sound of shoes against snow but the whistle of the wind is a heavy distraction. By the time the crunch hits your frozen ears, it's too late; Snow descends from up high like your own personal avalanche, covering you entirely in the frozen flakes. "Gotcha."

"Weasley," You whine, springing to your feet. Shaking your entire body to rid yourself of snow but it already managed to find it's way down your collar while freezing cold water begins to seep through your coat. Hearty laughter fills the air from an utterly amused Weasley; you try to look angry but it's a losing battle as you giggle alongside him. Feeling a lot colder than before, your eyes narrow in on him like a hawk and with the reflexes of a hare, the boy flees for his life. Grabbing the spare snowballs, you launch them one after the other as you chase after him. "You'll pay for that," A few land on their target but he's an agile little bugger. As he sprints past the wall collecting snow, he tosses it back before dropping to the ground. Both concerned and amused, you jog up to him.

"Charlie?" You find him face down in the white snow creating an almost perfect outline of his body. With a deep groan, Charlie flips onto his back; face flushed in a shade of bright red bringing his freckles into the spotlight. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine- don't worry." A sigh of relief, you offer him a gentle smile and a helping hand which he gladly accepts; pulling him to his feet. "Thanks,"

A tender smile graces his lips and for a split second you find yourself lost in his eyes; you've never noticed quite how unique they are. The light brown that surrounds the pupil fades so elegantly into the sea of blue. They're... mystical. Your heart beats a little bit faster as you both stand there in comfortable silence. Reaching up slowly, you brush some snow from his hair. "You should be more careful. We don't want you getting hurt." So many hours spent together and yet something felt different. Pulling your hand away quickly, heat rushed to your cheeks and you push him away. It was only then, while alone playing in the snow, did you realise that somewhere along the way your feelings towards him had changed; or perhaps you had just been scared to admit it to yourself before. "The last one to the castle is a rotten egg- and If I win I expect a chocolate frog."

As fast as you believed yourself to be, the snow made it increasingly difficult especially with it being rather deep. You also didn't count on Charlie Weasley being as fast as he was.

"Cheater," Is all he has to say as he so easily surpasses you; reaching the castle before you have a chance to think of a witty comeback. The boy leans so smugly against the castle wall as you approach, brows furrowed. "That's one chocolate frog for me,"

"How - are you - so fast?" You question between each breath. The race took more out of you than expected; at least you felt a little warmer now. Charlie shrugs at the question and so it's soon forgotten. What used to be such a normal act for the two of you now set your stomach a flutter as you take hold of his hand. "One chocolate frog coming right up."

"You don't have to," He replies, shaking his head a little.

"It was my idea and now I have to pay the price for losing."

Could he sense your nerves as you drifted through the castle corridors towards the common room? Did he feel the beat of your heart or the fluttering in your stomach with your hands together? Did he recognise the moment too? Heat washed over you as you entered the common room; a tickle contained in the bridge of your nose and your head begins to throb.

"I'm gonna go get changed." Dropping his hand, you disappear up to your dorm opting for something more comfortable and warm. It was awfully cold in here now. Heading back down to the coom room, you find Charlie lounging on the couch in front of the fire; just what you needed right now. There were a few students littered around the room but it was relatively quiet. Sitting on the edge next to him, you hold out your hands in front of the fire in search of its warm embrace. "Are you sneaking off into the forbidden forest tonight?"

"Not so loud," He hushes you. "Not tonight, it's way too cold. Not even mum's jumpers will help."

"I think your mum's jumpers are plenty warm," You fall back against the couch; head feeling cloudy. Why did you suddenly feel so hot?

"I can ask her to make you one if you like?" Charlie offers brightly meanwhile your head falls to rest against your best friend's shoulder. "She's always looking for an excuse to knit more." Chuckling to yourself, your eyes drift closed to deal with the sudden onset dizziness. "You alright?" You nod a little against him. Distant voices and the crackling of the fire filling the silence between you. "you're quite cute when you're tired"

Your heart skips a beat but you try not to think anything of it. It’d hurt your head too much to think anything of it. "I'm always cute,"

"Sure you are," a playful chuckle that's quick to fade leaves his lips "Maybe we should get you to bed?"

A gentle groan in response. "I'm fine here. Just... talk to me."

"About what?"

You knew Charlie better than anyone other than maybe his family so there was only one obvious answer. He just needed a little encouragement to ensure you didn't find him annoying; which unknown to him you never do when he talks about them. "I don't know... dragons?"

You don't hear much after that as you feel yourself begin to drift off but you just know his eyes are glittering with every ounce of passion he has for the beasts...

"If I remember correctly, didn't you get sick that day?" Charlie's voice breaks you from the memory. He was right; it turned out that you felt so exhausted because you'd actually caught a cold.

"Yeah," Closing over the album, you place it off on the bedside table for another day. Attention turned to Charlie, he's laying back with his head rested against his hands. Leaning down you place the gentlest of kisses against his lips. "Then you asked Bill to help brew a pepperup potion. Worked a treat although I didn't appreciate the steam shooting out of my ears."

[shaynawrites23]

Second Chances

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

The stunning moodboard is by the wonderful @im-a-writer-right, and look, if there’s one blog you should follow, it’s hers. Why are you still here? Go follow her! Or maybe after you read my fic 😉

Word count: 913

Prompts: “You’re my second chance.”

“You really like hugs, don’t you?” “Only yours.”

Written for @im-a-writer-right and @blisfvll’s writing challenges! And Ria, I’m also the toothbrush anon, so hi!

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Your nails made clicking sounds on the keyboard of your laptop as you typed. Yay, mission reports. In any case, you wanted to finish this as quickly as possible so you could go have a snack and get some kisses from your sweet boyfriend without either Steve or Tony badgering you about it.

You sighed. Having started twenty minutes ago, you couldn't permit yourself to take a break. Curse your procrastination. The report was due tonight and you only had yourself to blame.

Now you were ultra-focused on the words flashing into existence on your screen, so much so that you failed to notice the door of your bedroom open as someone entered.

The bed bounced when a large body flopped down next to you. You only glanced up for a split second, looking down again when you realized he wasn't a threat. It was none other than your loving boyfriend Bucky Barnes, lying face first in one of the many pillows you decorated your now-shared bed with.

"You okay, babe?" you asked, not breaking your concentration. The only response you received was a groan, or at least that's all you remember. Maybe your mind didn't quite register anything he might have said.

You almost forgot he was there until he started grabbing at your hand. God, you wanted to touch him too, just feel his presence, but you did not want to get Tony on your back about this dumb report.

"Buckyy, I need to work," you whined, pulling your hand out of his reach.

You made the mistake of looking at him when you didn't hear anything. He was pouting. The big, bad, deadly assassin, former Winter Soldier, was pouting at you like a child. Smart man.

You sighed, looking away so you could wholeheartedly convince yourself why giving in was a bad idea.

"Babe, let me finish my report and I'll let you cuddle me as much as you want."

He seemed deep in thought for a moment, as if weighing his options. Deciding it would be faster to just let you work for a few minutes, he nodded.

"Okay. But I expect kisses too."

"What are cuddles without kisses?" You grinned, the urge to peck his lips too strong for you and so you did exactly that.

He lay back, hands under his head as he watched you work. Not so much watching as admiring you, though. His eyes traced your features, committing them each to memory as if he were afraid you'd be ripped away from him and he'd be left with nothing but memories of you.

You'd been there for him since he broke free of Hydra, never once faltering in your attempts to get closer to him. After a particularly bad day, he broke down and let you past his walls. You helped him regain his memories and get out of his pickle with the government, and sometime in between, you fell in love with him, and he with you. You had been together ever since. His entire life constituted one long ordeal, one hellish nightmare, but you were waiting for him at the end of it all, welcoming him with open arms. His light at the end of the tunnel.

You were his sun, his moon, his stars. Hell, you were his entire universe. And for you, he’d do it all again.

"Buckyy, stop staring. I can't focus like that," you whined, patting his leg to draw his attention.

"Can't help it, doll, you're just too beautiful." Christ, the way the words rolled off his tongue had you actually believing them.

"Don't tempt me," you groaned. "I want to cuddle too, but then Tony and Steve will scold me for procrastinating, and you know how much I hate that."

You turned your attention back to your laptop, typing the report up as quickly as you could. You still felt his gaze burning holes in your back, but you didn't care, wanting to finish as soon as you could so you could crawl into his arms.

"There. I'm done." You closed your laptop, setting it on your nightstand before flopping down next to him. "Hey there, handsome. What're you thinking about?"

"You." He pulled you into him. "And second chances, I guess."

"What about them? You don't need second chances, Buck. You're doing great."

"I know, doll." His chest rumbled with a breathy laugh as his arm tightened around you. "I was thinking about you. I know it sounds cheesy, doll, but I swear, you're my second chance."

"Baby-" You didn't know what to say, instead choosing to press your lips against his. His hand flew to the back of your neck, tilting your head and coaxing your mouth open. You reciprocated with every ounce of love you had for him, which was already an unmeasurable amount.

"Love you, darlin'. So, so much," he murmured against your lips before capturing them in another sweet kiss.

"I love you too, Bucky. But I could really use a snack, so..." With that, you attempted to stand up, but he wouldn't let you, his iron grip keeping you in his arms.

"I'll call Steve, he can bring us something." He was already dialing the number before you could respond.

"You really like hugs, don't you?" You laughed, laying your head on his chest again anyway.

"Only yours," he hummed. "Hey, Steve, it's me. (Y/N) just finished that report and we're hungry, so bring us some snacks, would you?"

So it’s a bit shorter than my usual fics, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

PS: I found my writing notebook and I realized I forgot to add a couple lines I wrote specifically for this fic, so I added them now!

[weasleydream]

Crabs and fishes

Hi guys! How are you? 

I’m sorry this is sooo late but this is for @blisfvll​‘s writing challenge! I’m really sorry I only publish it today, but I hope you’ll still like it, even though it’s not angsty! The prompts are “Your hair is so soft.” and “I think I just fell in love.”

To be honest, I’m not satisfied but I don’t know how I could write it better so I give up 😫 (and i’m way too lazy to look for mistakes so let’s hope it’s not a big disaster)

Anyways, enjoy!

Masterlist

(gif not mine)

The Weasley twins were the coolest guys in Gryffindor and in seventh year. Probably even in the whole school, in fact. I didn’t know them as much as I wanted but my priorities weren’t to prank and send Filch up the wall, which was obviously theirs. Since my first day here, I had focused on my grades and since the beginning of my second year, on Quidditch. This was the only common point between Fred, George and I: they were beaters in the team and I was a chaser. 

Well, that was until the day this awful Umbridge forbade Fred, George and Harry to play. At this point of the year, things had already begun extra hard for everyone, and I wasn’t an exception. I had the impression I was risking my life with the upcoming NEWTs, both my parent’s place at the Ministry were threatened, Umbridge was insufferable and now Angelina, the captain of the team, was becoming a fury after each training. 

In one word: I felt like my life was ending, and it seemed to be the same for half of the students. And the twins, in all of this? They were imagining all the ways possible to cheer us up. Pranks after pranks, their goal was to always make one more person laugh, because it meant that Umbridge had a grip on a person’s happiness less. Their last idea, and in my opinion, probably one of the best, was to organize a big party in the room of requirements. 

No sooner said than done, they had gathered enough food, butterbeer and firewhiskey for a regiment, and three days after their big announcement in the common room, here I was, pacing in front of the invisible door. When it opened, Fred was waiting behind. 

“Y/N, I didn’t think we would see you here!” he exclaimed before winking. “Does that mean you know how to have fun?”

“Biggest surprise of the year!” added George who had closed behind me. 

“How fun you are, you two! I bet I know how to have a good time more than you two!”

Fred lifted an eyebrow. 

“You bet, huh?”

Despite my brain being slower than ever, I managed to think that betting with Fred wasn’t the best idea I had. After six bottles of butterbeer and an undefined number of firewhiskey shooters, my steps were more than unsteady and I saw myself falling more than once. However, I was quite proud to see that Fred was drunk too, and the result was really funny. 

“Here Y/N look at- too late.”

Frem smiled broadly, three bottles exploded on the floor at his feet. 

“You’re an amateur, Freddie.”

Two seconds later, three other bottles were on the floor, and without knowing how I had done that, I was covered in butterbeer. My shirt was sticking to my skin, and Fred was laughing too hard to even think of helping me. 

“I don’t think casting a spell is a good idea.” he eventually said when tears had stopped rolling his cheeks. “I mean, I can try, but at your own risks. You could end up with a third arm, or… Imagine if you had a-”

“I get it, I’ll go back to the common room.” I interrupted. 

I turned the heels, decided to show him I wasn’t drunk, then I bumped into someone and fell on my arse. 

“You need a bit of help?”

I groaned and grabbed Fred’s hand. He wrapped his arm around my waist and we hopped cheerfully in the corridors, arm in arm and absolutely not giving a fuck about the fact that we shouldn’t have been here. The fat lady threw us a reprobatory look but opened without a word and I practically ran in my dorm to get rid of these stinking clothes. I came back to the common room a few minutes later, still panting after the struggle I had faced to slip in my pants. Fred was sitting on the floor just in front of the fire and I came next to him. 

“What are we looking at?” I murmured, not wanting to disturb the atmosphere even though I couldn’t really feel it at the moment. 

Fred reacted two seconds later and grinned. 

“Dunno, what do you want to look at?”

“Is that your way to flirt?”

“Absolutely. Is that your way to react when someone flirts with you?”

“Yep.”

And we both looked back at the fire, absorbed in confused thoughts. I broke the silence a few minutes later.

“I’m thirsty.”

“Then drink.”

“You’re a genius.”

“I know.”

Fred winked at me and gestured toward the table next to the chimney. A silver carafe was shining with the fire light along with two cups. I groaned, my muscles were beginning to hurt as the alcohol was making its way in my body. However, the unpleasant sensation in my mouth made me gather my courage and stand up. My movement was too fast and my head began to turn. I knew I would fall and used the first thing that came at hand to catch myself… 

“Your hair is so soft!”

Both my hands were stuck in Fred’s ginger hair, and I looked at them in awe. I moved slowly my hands, my nails gently touching his skin. 

“I’m feeling like a cat.” said Fred, his grin clearly being heard in his voice. 

“Cats are cute!” I replied. “And you’re purring like a cat.”

“Like a lion, please.” He said with a false hurt tone.

“Like a kitten, my dear Freddie.”

“Let me guess, kittens are cute?”

“Absolutely. And before you ask, yes, you’re cute too, Freddie.”

“I wasn’t going to ask, I already knew it, my dear Y/N.”

I rolled my eyes and left to get the carafe, a very strange feeling of emptiness sinking in me, a feeling that even the fresh water didn’t ease. I gained back my place next to Fred and yawned ostensibly. Without thinking, a thing I was unable to do anyway, I leaned on the side and rested my hand on Fred’s shoulder. 

“Tired, love?”

“Yes, kitten.”

I closed my eyes and opened them what felt like a second later when Fred faltered. 

“I”m sorry, I didn’t want to-”

“No, don’t worry,” he interrupted me while pulling me back against him. “I feel better with you being close to me. And you?”

“Me what?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“I’ve seen that you’ve not been feeling well lately. Do you feel better?”

“Yes, don’t worry.”

And even though he didn’t ask, I understood that Fred was ready to listen to me if I needed to talk. 

“You know, life’s not easy… It’s not a pretty beach under the sun with shining water where you enjoy the sweet warmth of the sand.” I glanced at Fred and was slightly surprised to see that he wasn’t laughing at me. “If you walked on life's beach, your feet would burn and awful crabs would eat your toes.”

“Who is the crab for you?” he asked quietly. 

“Don’t know… Umbridge, You-Know-Who… Guess there are a lot of crabs out there.”

“Trus enough…” He paused for a second before continuing. “You know, I don’t think having your toes eaten by crabs is the worst.”

“What could be worse?”

“You could get hit by a wave of fish pee.”

“Fred you’re gross!” I exclaimed before exploding in laughter. “You’re right I would rather lose a toe.”

I put my head back on Fred’s shoulder, which was still shaken by his chuckles. He wrapped his arm around me and tightened me, showing me a comfort I would have never expected from him before. 

“You know, I feel like a fish sometimes.” I whispered. 

“Why? You use to swim in your pee?”

“You’re a child Freddie, you know that? No, what I mean is that all I do is swimming through the problems that are trying to drown me. I feel like- like a little golden fish in the middle of the ocean, you know?”

“Yeah… No.”

“Nevermind.” I whispered before feeling myself falling forward. 

Fred caught me and made me lean against him, murmuring “I think I just fell in love.”

[bad268]

Bad Guy? (Draco Malfoy X Reader)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Requested: Second entry for @stiles-o-dylan24‘s Celebration of 1k with the prompts, “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” And “I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” Also my second entry for @im-a-writer-right‘s 2k Follower Challenge with the prompt, “You’re my second chance.” This is also my entry for @blisfvll​’s 1.5k Celebration with the Royalty AU and prompt, “You’ve changed.”

Warnings: None

W.C. 733

Summary: Draco’s fiancee heard some absurd rumors about the almost-king.

My requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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“Mr. Malfoy, your presence has been requested by the princess in the throne room. She expects you there as soon as possible, sir, ”  I overheard one of my maids passing my message along to my fiancé. We needed to plan out the details for the wedding that will happen in a few short months, but recently, some news came to me regarding my husband-to-be, and I want to get to the bottom of it. While I was lost in my thoughts, I did not hear the large doors of the throne room open, nor did I hear the footsteps coming my way. I did not know of Draco’s presence until he wrapped his arms around my waist, causing me to jump in fright.

”Sorry, my queen. What seems to be consuming your thoughts so much?” He questioned as he led the two of us over to the thrones. He sat me down into my chair as he kneeled in front of me.

”I need to know this honestly, Draco. It's something very serious, and I don't know what to think of it-Would you stop spacing out? This is important, ” I pleaded.

”I'm sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes, ” he whispered with a sly smirk across his lips. He reached up to tuck a piece of hair that had fallen out of the intricate bun behind my ear before cupping my jaw in his hand. ”I’m all ears, my darling.”

”It’s just everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy. I know it sounds absurd, but I cannot ignore what these people have told me. Can you please be honest with me?” I begged, tears welling within my eyes at the thought that the future king, my husband, could have been a horrible person in the past. ”Please, Draco. I need you to be completely truthful.”

He sighed lightly as he moved his hand down from my face, causing my heart to drop until he ran his hands down my arms to grasp my hands firmly in his. He looked up to meet my eyes, tears filling his as well. He took a deep breath before he answered my question. ”I was not the best person before I met you, I will be honest about that. I used to be the bad guy. Then, I met you. You showed a whole new world filled with light, and I have changed so much since meeting you. You, my darling, are my second chance, and I love you, forever and always.”

”You have changed, Draco, ” I sad as a few water droplets fell from the corners of my eyes. He reached up to wipe them away as I continued talking to him. ”From what I have heard from King Harry and Queen Ginny, you were cruel before. Prince Ron and Princess Hermione could hardly believe that you are the same man I am marrying. They told me horrible stories about how you used to steal from the markets; is that true? I also heard of a time where you ran from the kingdom guards.”

”It was, but they only know half of the truth. Yes, I did steal from markets, but it was too help the orphaned children I saw on the outskirts of the kingdom, ” he paused monetarily, taking a deep breath. ”They were so helpless, the oldest of them being only six. They could not get jobs, families, food, or clean clothes. My family was struggling enough with the three of us, but I could not let them suffer. On a few occasions, the guards would chase me around the woods when the would see me hide food in my satchel.”

”You know what, Draco?” I asked, causing him to look up at me. ”You have changed. Now, you and I can help these orphaned children together as King and Queen. You now can legally get them the food and supplies they need without needing you to steal. I would say you have changed for the better.”

”Thank you, my dear. Now, I believe we have some planning to finish up for our wedding, ” he said with a grin across his lips. He stood up, holding a hand out for me. I grasped his hand before standing up and linking my arm with his. He turned to kiss my temple before leading our chambers to outline the reception of our wedding.

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[manage-mischief]

Conjunctions

Summary: I wrote this drabble for @blisfvll on tumblr's writing challenge. Thanks for giving me a prompt for inspiration! I've been having a bit of writer's block lately so it was good to get creative. (also the next chapters of Regulus Black and the Darkest Shadows will be up next week, sorry for not posting this week my beta and I have both been insanely busy!) 

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

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“Lils.”

“Hold on,” Lily said, holding up a finger. She was deeply engrossed in her Transfiguration textbook, doing some last-minute review before her morning exam.

“Lils.”

“Mhm.”

“Lily!”

The sudden shout shocked her. She dropped her book, exasperated. “What?!” she spat—a bit harsher than intended—at her boyfriend who was sitting across the breakfast table. James’s eye widened.

“You’ve got your elbow in your porridge…” 

Lily realized her left elbow did feel a bit wet. She looked down and, sure enough, she had been using her oatmeal as an arm rest. She cursed under her breath before swiftly cleaning herself up with a flick of her wand. Sirius, James’s best mate, snickered.

“Merlin, Evans,” Sirius teased, “Stressed out much?”

Lily rolled her eyes, but stuffed her book in her bag anyways. Sirius did have a point. She’d studied enough. Still, she could feel her leg bouncing wildly with nervous anticipation. This wasn’t just an exam: it was a NEWT. It was one of a series of tests that would determine the rest of her life. Her job, her happiness, her ability to support herself and a family…Lily shook herself out of her spiral of worrying. It wouldn’t do her any good.

“You should eat something, Lil,” said James, kindly. “Erm…maybe not that porridge though…”

Lily smiled in spite of herself and plucked James’s bagel out of his hands. “Thanks,” she muttered with a mouth full of warm bread. James feigned indignation.

“Oi, Prongs, that’s the price of dating Lily. She steals your food,” said Sirius, as he proceeded to swipe a sausage from James’s plate.

“A bargain price to pay for Lily’s affection,” said James. “But not for you, you wanker!” James locked Sirius in a playful wrestling match, attempting to retrieve his stolen food from Sirius’s fork. The two boys caused quite the ruckus, drawing the attention of many of the surrounding students, who had suddenly noticed their cutlery dancing across the table as the two boys fought.

“Stop hurting me, or I’ll write your mum!” Sirius wailed, stretching his arm just out of James’s reach. “You know she loves me best!”

“Hey!” said James, “I know it’s true, but hey!”

Remus, who had been quietly observing the scene, struck out with lightning fast reflexes and grabbed the fork from Sirius’s hand, promptly popping the coveted sausage into his mouth with a satisfied grin. James and Sirius looked properly affronted.

Lily chuckled. “Boys,” she muttered. She smiled gratefully at James. He and his friends never failed to cheer her up.

“I had to fight back!” James earnestly explained. “It was a matter of honor!”

“You don’t have to explain yourselves to me,” said Lily. “I know Remus just can’t resist grabbing Sirius’s sausage.”

Remus choked on his pumpkin juice, red as a tomato. James and Sirius laughed heartily.

“Evans! I knew there was a reason we kept you around.” Sirius nodded at her, approvingly.

“Merlin, Lil! See, this is why I love you!” James froze as soon as the words left his mouth. His eyes widened in shock, as did Lily’s. Her face flushed as red as Remus’s had. She was speechless.

Remus cleared his throat. “C’mon, Sirius, we’ve got to get to that…thing.”

Sirius stayed put. “No, I wanna know…Ow!” The table rattled as Remus obviously kicked the other boy in the shin, flashing a warning look.

“Oh,” Sirius stammered, “oh yeah. Right. The thing. Let’s go, Moons.’”

The two boys departed, leaving James and Lily alone at the breakfast table. Neither would meet the other’s eye. Lily tried to force herself to say something, anything, however, her vocal chords stayed obstinately stiff. She was too shocked. After a few seconds silence, James stood. He looked mortified. “You know what,” he said, hastily, “I’d better go help them with the…thing…Good luck on the exam, you’ll ace it I’m sure…I’ll see ya later, yeah?”

“James—” Lily tried to call after him as he rushed from the hall. She felt awful. She hadn’t said it back. She should have. She’d wanted to. But, she had been so surprised and, in the moment, had panicked. And now, James thought she didn’t love him. Before she could ponder her mistake any further, the bell rang. Dammit. It was exam time. This debacle would have to wait.

---

The exam had been a breeze. Lily was relieved. Now, she had a week before her next NEWT. And, this meant she had time to brainstorm how to make it up to James.

She was laying on her bed, making random objects float around her head. She had no idea what to do. James was always the hopeless, dramatic, romantic type. And, frankly, he was usually the one apologizing to her. If their roles had been reversed, he’d have concocted some elaborate scheme to win back Lily’s affections—likely involving plots, dramatics, and the help of his gang of friends…His friends…that was it! Lily shot up from her laying position, invigorated. She was concocting a plan. Yes, yes, Lily now had a grand plan to declare her love for James Potter. She dashed down the stairs, clear on what she had to do next.  In order to perform her grand, elaborate gesture, Lily would need the help of James’s best friends.

Luckily enough for Lily, the boys were all lounging in the Common Room—sans James. Lily knew he would be at Quidditch practice for the next hour and a half. Hopefully, this would give her enough time to organize her gesture.

“Remus!” Lily called out from across the room. “Sirius! Peter! I need your help!”

“Well, if it isn’t ‘heartless Lily Evans’ herself?” Sirius teased. He leaned back in his chair dangerously, resting his feet on the small wooden table. Peter chuckled until Lily flashed him a death glare. The runty little boy fell silent.

“I’m serious—I swear if you make a joke I’ll hex your balls off, Black!” Lily warned, just as Sirius had opened his mouth to make a pun about his name. He paled and shut it immediately.

“What do you need, Lily?” Remus asked kindly.

“I…well…you clearly know what happened this morning with James…” Lily looked down, embarrassed. The boys nodded. “I messed up. Royally. I need your help to make it right.”

“Our help?” Sirius asked, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you need our help?”

The three boys leaned forward, curious to hear what she had to say.

Lily grinned cunningly. “Well, I had this idea…”

---

Lily and the boys scrambled around for the next hour, making sure every little detail of their plan was set. Finally, the Gryffindor Common Room was ready for James’s arrival. Lily felt a little guilty abusing her Head Girl authority to throw the rest of the students out, but this was for the greater good.

“Hush, and get into positions!” Lily hissed impatiently at her three companions. They quickly scrambled away, ducking behind the chairs and suits of armor in the Common Room, out of sight.

“Wands at the ready!” She ordered, checking her watch for the thousandth time. James would be arriving soon. He must be close. Her heart began to pound anxiously.

A moment later, Lily heard the Fat Lady’s muffled voice as she conversed with someone else outside the door. It had to be James. But, what if it wasn’t? Lily stupidly hadn’t planned on encountering any of his other Quidditch mates. What if one of them had arrived before James did?

Luckily for Lily, the top of a messy head of hair emerged from the portrait entryway. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was James. This was it.

“Lily?” James asked, raising an eyebrow. She stood alone in the middle of the atrium. Her legs felt like jelly. Perhaps she should have dressed up more. “What are you—”

“James Fleamont Potter,” Lily proclaimed, raising her wand above her head. The signal.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the infinitesimal movements of Remus, Sirius, and Peter, as they began casting their spells. The light in the Common Room turned pale pink. Fireworks began erupting over her head, spreading out around the room as they danced in the air. A flock of songbirds burst from the tip of Remus’s hidden wand flew promptly into a heart formation, chirping merrily. Two cherubs holding harps fluttered near them. Heart shaped bubbled filled the air. The scene was, in Lily’s opinion, utterly sickening with cliché. She hoped James would love it.

“I love you, too.” Lily said, just as the fireworks regrouped in above head, spelling out the same message in flashing lights. Gooey harp sounds echoed through the air. The birds clumped together in a tight formation and flew to James, turning into a bouquet of roses before his eyes.

Lily held her breathe as she watched her boyfriend take in the scene before him. James looked up from the bouquet, grinning madly.

“Well?” Lily asked. “Say something?”

“WOOHOO!” James shouted, rushing to Lily and taking her in his arms. He lifted her off of the ground as he spun her around. Lily laughed as he set her back down.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say it earlier,” she apologized.

“Lily,” said James seriously, “Don’t ever apologize. This way was much better. I feel like the belle of the ball.” He winked.

“Only the best for you, your majesty,” Lily teased back. She was staring into James’s eyes as he held her hands when a chorus of cheers erupted from behind them.

“What the hell?” James jumped back, startled to find his three best friends who had materialized beside them.

“Nice one, Evans,” Sirius clapped her on the back. “I knew Prongs’d fall for this sappy romantic crap, the big softie.”

“Who’re you calling a softie?” James pouted.

“You, idiot. Look, you haven’t even snogged your girlfriend yet. You’ve just gazed lovingly into her eyes. It’s gross!”

Remus and Lily shared a look. “Come on, Sirius, Peter, let’s give these two some privacy.”

As the three boys walked off towards their dormitories, James grabbed Lily by the waist and pulled her close. “Just for that, I’m gonna snog her extra hard now!” He shouted into the distance. Sirius’s laughing reply echoed down the stairs.

Lily shook her head affectionately. “You’re an idiot.”

James smiled back, running a hand through her hair. “But you love me.”

[shaynawrites23]

For You

Pairing: 1940s! Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 1055

Prompts: “Wait- you did what to who?”

“You shouldn’t have done that.” “I’d do anything for you.”

Written for @versdan’s writing challenge as well as @blisfvll’s! I hope you don’t mind me combining the prompts!

Moodboard is by the wonderful @summer-writes! She’s also a talented writer, so go check her blog out!

"(Y/N), come help me with dinner!"

You groaned, tossing the dress you were going to try on onto your bed and matching down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Ma," you whined, "I have a date, remember?"

Your mother was bustling around the kitchen, multiple pots bubbling on the stove. You grudgingly picked up a knife and started chopping up the remaining vegetables.

"Oh, I know, honey. You're going out with that Barnes boy, right?"

She spun around to look at you and you nodded in confirmation.

"Does he treat you well?"

"Extremely. Ma, he's the sweetest boy you'd ever meet." A lovesick smile crossed your face as thoughts of your handsome wooer filled your mind.

"Well, in that case, I think your father and I would like to meet him. Why don't you invite him over for dinner sometime?"

"Sure." You tossed the chopped vegetables into the soup, wiping your hands on your apron. "Anything else you want me to do?"

"No, no." Your mother waved a flippant hand in your direction. "Go get ready for your date. And be home by 10!"

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You stood in front of the mirror, fiddling with your hairpin. You weren't exactly nervous, you just had butterflies doing stunts in your stomach.

The clock struck six thirty, and you jumped at the loud clanging. Six thirty. He was late, and Bucky was never late.

You tentatively opened the door, stepping out into the cool evening air. There was no sign of him on any side of the street. Letting out a shaky breath, you leaned against the doorframe, perfectly prepared to wait for him, however long it might take.

Okay, maybe not that long. It had been half an hour, and he had yet to show up. Huffing, you pushed yourself off of the doorframe with your heel, scanning the street one more time.

Houses, trees, cars, silhouette, nope, guess you could go back in- wait, silhouette?

You whipped back around, squinting in the dimming light in an attempt to discern any identifying features. It was a tall man, limping, and... well, that's all you could see. You considered going up to him, but decided against it, choosing to stay in the safety of your front porch.

He approached slowly, limping up your driveway. Now you could see who it was, and you practically flew toward him.

"Bucky!" Your hands flew to his face, examining the bruises and cuts. "Oh my god, what happened to you?"

He winced as your thumb brushed over a particularly dark spot on his cheekbone and you immediately apologized, though your fingers continued tracing his features to asses the extent of his injuries.

"I beat up Jimmy Carter," he mumbled, and as he spoke he revealed bloodstained teeth.

"Why? When? What happened? And- no, come in first, explain later." You grabbed his wrist, leading him up to your room. He followed willingly; there was no way you'd be capable of forcing a man of his stature to come against his will.

Thankfully your parents didn't catch you smuggling Bucky in; that was the last way you wanted them to meet. You pushed him down to sit on your bed by his broad shoulders, rummaging around in the bathroom for your family's first aid kit and fetching an ice pack from the kitchen.

"Here. Hold this." You pressed the ice pack to his black eye, not relenting even as he flinched away from the cold and waiting until he held it there himself. "So, what happened?"

"Nothing," he mumbled as you rubbed an alcohol-soaked cloth over his cuts- minor injuries, but still, you hated seeing him hurt. You raised a questioning eyebrow and he sighed. "He insulted Steve, and proceeded to make derogatory comments about you. Steve can take it, he's used to it, but I couldn't let him talk about you like that."

"So- wait, you did what to who?"

He chuckled, but his eyes still avoided yours. "I beat up Jimmy Carter because he was making offensive remarks about you."

"You shouldn't have done that," you murmured, holding a second ice pack to the forming bruise on his forehead.

"I'd do anything for you."

Bucky's eyes met yours, electric blue in the dim lighting, and you felt the breath knocked out of you. He looked so vulnerable, yet at the same time so determined to protect you at any and all costs, and it made you want to wrap him in a blanket, hold the precious boy tight and never let anyone hurt him again.

"Bucky..." you breathed, placing a hand on his jaw and tilting his head to face you.

"(Y/N), I don't care if you don't feel the same way, I just need to tell you this." His gaze was so intense, you were sure you'd either faint or kiss him if he kept looking at you that way.

"I love you. Doll, I love you so much, my heart feels like it'll burst every time I even think of you. Please, look at me. I swear I'm telling the truth here." He caught your wrist as you attempted to turn away to hide your blush, his touch warm and gentle.

"Sweetheart, you're my stars, my moon, my world," he continued. "I'd lay my heart at your feet, if only to receive another look from you. I'd give my life for yours, no matter where, no matter when. Hell, I'd pick the stars out of the sky if you asked me to. I know this is sudden and a lot to process, but I love you, (Y/N), with all my heart and soul."

You pressed your lips to his, kissing him with all the fiery passion you could muster. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him as if he wanted to become one and the same person with you. Your hands roamed across his back, trying to grasp onto him but settling on his shoulders instead.

"I love you too," you whispered against his lips.

Okay so I really don’t know what’s with me and all these heartfelt confessions lately but I hope you love reading them as much as I love writing them!

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about my writing challenge

use the tag #blisfvllswritingchallenge and tag me in your completed fic but if i don’t see it in 24 hours please tell me (i’m usually active tumblr throughout the day but tumblr is being an ass) and once again thank you to those who joined (and if anyone wants to join then it’s still open, all info is linked in my bio)

[scvrllet]

this has all the right amounts of fluff and angst and i love it! please tag me if you write a part two

ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴛᴀᴍᴀʙʟᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜ

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count:3.3k

Warnings: Fluffy but mostly angsty and sad

Requested: No- entering it in @blisfvll​ writing challenge for the unrequited love trope

A/N: The ending is based heavily on this scene from Little Women

Summary: In which Tony Stark remembers the time he tried to tame the wind. 

April 2000- (30 years old)

Every person you meet will inevitably have some influence on your life even if it’s in the smallest way. It could be someone who smiles at you on the street, your seventh grade teacher, even the quiet kid who sat next to you in English. The more you bonded with a person the greater influence they had on your life. Parts of a person might seep into you. Without you knowing, the people you cared for the most will cling to your skin. The little things that make up who they are will make themselves noticeable in you, reminding you of the influence they had on your life. 

This was the idea plaguing the mind of Tony Stark as he sat in his workshop, tinkering with scraps of metal. The room was mostly silent with the occasional whirs of machinery. Tony had no idea what he was building. All he knew was he needed a distraction. A distraction from you.

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There's a bit of green in the blue of your eyes (Steve Rogers x OC)

Hello there. This is an entry for a writing challenge launched by @blisfvll​ for reaching 1.5k followers. I doff my cap, that’s awesome! Congratulations again. This story was meant to be shorter, but it turned into a multiple chapter thing which is still not over (but I’m working on it). It displays Steve being the adorably blind, stubborn and hotheaded dorito we all know and love. Enjoy!

Gif not mine, credits to @captainsamerica​

<<This is unacceptable!>> Steve bellowed, almost kicking the meeting room door open, rage etched on his features.

Behind him followed Aadya, the newest member of the Avengers, also known as Lone Wolf.

Her black hair was still perfectly straight, though it was slightly grimy from various explosions; so was her dark leotard, which she kept dusting every now and then.

She was no superhuman, but she was still a valuable resource for the group- a badass agent through and through.

It looked like rolling her eyes was one of her powers, so annoyed was she at the Captain’s outburst.

It was the first one of the day, but not the first of the week, or month: she and Steve had been butting heads ever since she joined the team, while the other Avengers made bets on who would win the arguments each time.

The bests were also beginning to escalate, since the tension was progressively rising. Who would triumph in a hand-to-hand fight?

Let’s just say that not even the Central Bank could boast a more proficient turnover.

<<For goodness’s sake, Steve, nothing happened! Stop making such a big deal out of it!>>

<<Nothi- Nothing happened?!>> He exploded <<You ventured inside the Hydra base even though I specifically told you to wait for my orders!>>

The female rolled her eyes again, sighing theatrically

<<Yes, I did, but my plan went well in the end>>

<<You pl- You didn’t have a plan!>> The older agent shouted, his face growing red <<You just winged it, like you always do!>>

Tony chuckled under his breath, observing the scene

<<Looks like Capsicle’s about to blow>>

Clint shrugged

<<I don’t see why he’s always so mad at her>>

<<You’re really blind, Birdbrain>>

<<Shut up you->>

<<I completed my mission!>>

<<I’m just saying that if you want to wing it, go be an improviser! There’s no place for hot-heads here!>>

Bucky snorted. He was just about to reprimand his friend, but Aadya beat him to it

<<Oh, you’re the one to talk!>>

<<What’s that supposed to mean?>> The blond hissed

<<You don’t get to act all high and mighty with me! You are the walking, talking, living definition of hothead, Mr! Don’t try to deny it!>>

Uh.

The brown-haired super soldier snickered: he’d always liked that girl. She never took shit from anyone, not even the sainted and revered Captain America.

The very same guy who snuck alone inside Schmidt’s base to free him and other soldiers, defying his general’s orders, was giving someone a lecture about recklessness. Talk about hypocrisy

<<I always abide by the rules>>

No, he didn’t

<<And I do not endanger my teammates with my actions!>>

Well, Bucky snorted… That was debatable.

Aadya flew into a rage. Despite the height difference, she looked every bit as intimidating as the blue-eyed super-soldier.

They all knew he’d hit a sensitive topic: she was incredibly loyal and devoted to each one of them- yes, even the Captain himself. Perhaps, she cared more about him than about the others…

At that moment though, it looked like she would enjoy nothing more than to clobber him with a sledgehammer

<<Our teammates can also be endangered by indecisiveness!>> She growled.

Steve froze, as did all the other Avengers.

Aadya too had hit a sore spot, and she knew it. She did not know just how sore though…

But it was made clear soon enough

<<That’s it; you’re out of the team>>

Gasps of horror echoed among the others, but the two contestants were two busy glaring at each other

<<What?>> Aadya snapped

<<You heard me: you’re out of the team>>

Silence fell in the room.

All the eyes were fixed on the Lone Wolf.

Everybody expected her to be furious, to lambast him… To have some sort of reaction. Instead, all the fury was suddenly wiped from her face and she just muttered

<<Fine>>

Spinning on her heels to walk out of the room, while the other agents stepped away to let her through.

They just… They just couldn’t believe what was happening.

Nevertheless, the most stricken one was Captain America himself.

From up close, he’d seen all the emotions fighting in her eyes while her countenance grew colder: disbelief, indignation, rage and… Pain.

A lot of pain. Much more than he would have expected.

He didn’t actually mean those words, he was just mad…

Damn, he was hotheaded alright.

Deep down he knew that she was right, and he was just being unreasonable… After all, their job was anything but safe, and things went awry most of the time, no matter how prepared they might have been.

Fuck, why did he have to be such an asshole?

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Time Away

A/N: Here is my entry into @blisfvll ‘s writing celebration! Congratulations again on 1.5k, I am such a big fan of your work (though I am so far behind on fic reading)!! The prompt I chosen is in bold. I love writing for older Sirius, it’s probably one of my favourite things to write. The flashback is in italics. As always, I hope you enjoy!! 

Summary: “I’ve missed having you in my arms.”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: melancholy reminscing 

Word count: 1.1k - I’m sorry it isn’t longer!!

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this was so beautifully written i need me a fred in my life during that time of month man🥺 i say i want boba and he just goes “okay and?” ahwonwoajaka

Period Cravings

BG: Periods can be a pain. Food cravings are usually the easiest to handle. But with Hogwarts under curfew and not willing risk it all for the blood quill what could you do? Looks like someone had go above and beyond to help.

A/N: Why did I decide to write something about food in the middle of the night, it’s like I wanted to make myself crave on purpose!

This is an entry to @blisfvll ‘s 1.5 celebration writing challenge! With the following prompts:

14. “I swear to God I’ll punch you.” “You can’t even reach my shoulder.”

15. “I don’t know if I wanna kill you or kiss you.”

WC:1223.

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You don’t normally get period cramps you are very thankful for, but of course when it does come, it hurts like hell. Luckily Madam Pomfrey has a supply of menstrual pain-relieving potions available for those in need. Which you had taken after dinner. Although now sitting in front the common room fire, you had another problem. Cravings. Which magic unlikely could not fix. Oh what you would do for a plate of a hot chocolate lava cake topped with cold vanilla ice cream!  A glance to the clock- 9:55 pm- had killed whatever small hope of getting that sweet treat from the kitchens. It was almost curfew.

The last of the students were arriving back, deflated like always after Umbridge had become High Inquisitor and held Hogwarts with an iron grip.

‘If you keep making that face y/n, your brows are gonna be permanently sewn together.’ Fred remarked.

Which only made you scowled further.

‘Sorry Sorry!’ Fred raised his arms in surrender. ‘I bet you would still look cute even when your face ultimately stays mad.’

Did he just called you cute?- Well no exactly but also could he be? You thought but before your brain could process if his teasing had something behind it, your body reacted first. Next thing you know, you had hit his arm.

‘Ouch woman! You hit hard!’

‘Well these chaser arms do pay off even outside of quidditch.’ You knew Fred only tried to cheer you up. He always does, when he sees you down or anyone for that matter and would crack jokes to brighten the day.

Placing your hand on his arm as to lessen the pain you begin, ‘I’m sorry. You were just trying to make me feel better and I released all this crap onto you.’

‘Heyyy heyy it’s okay.’ Fred said, pulling you for an embrace, ‘Take it out on me all you want, I can take it. Anything for you.’

Breaking away he continues, ‘What’s got you bitter anyway?’ Genuine concern in his eyes.

You looked away. ‘Ahh it’s so stupid- It’s nothing really.’

‘I am Fred fucking Weasley, I do stupid things all the time. Try me.’

‘I want a hot plate of lava cake with ice cream.’

‘Say what now?’ Fred stated, a bit confused.

‘I would die for some lava cake and ice cream right now.’ You stated with a deadpanned face.

‘This craving is driving me insane!’ You explained. ‘Normally I would just sneak out to the kitchens but now with the threat of getting my hand scarred with the blood quill, it is a no go. No way am I risking that just for a period craving. I wouldn’t even wish the blood quill to a bully.’

‘yeah yeh….’ Fred mumbled, lost in his own thought.

Waving a hand in front of his face ‘Freddie are you even lis—’

Fred abruptly stood up. ‘I—I got to go y/n. I forgot something in the—’ Running out of the common room, the rest of his sentence cut off by the closing of the door.

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An hour later, right before you were getting ready for bed. Your roommate had come in giggling, ‘Y/n! Good you’re still up. Fred is downstairs waiting for you by the way.’

Waiting for me? What could this boy be up to now??

But you nod anyway. ‘Thanks y/f/n. I’ll be right down.’ You put on your fluffy slippers and make your way down to the common room.

You first caught sight of Fred pacing, making your way closer to the communal study tables you then saw it. ‘WHAT THE-‘you exclaimed.

‘Surprise!’ Fred said with handing presenting the table full of desserts- Chocolate frogs, cauldron cakes, hot butterbeer and the showstopper plate of a hot chocolate lava cake topped with cold vanilla ice cream!  

‘As you can see, I have also added a couple more stuff, which I noticed Ginny and Mum eat during you know the time of the month, been told that those help ease the pain and cravings. And Ohh! I also have these…’ Fred handed you more stuff from the chair. ‘Heating pads and a couple of potions from Madam Pomfrey- though she was a bit annoyed and worried that I asked her for them so close to curfew…and’ His cheeks blushed. ‘after all that she calmed down cause she said that I was being the most caring boyfriend and knew that we would make a great couple…’ Fred chuckled nervously.  

Seeing that you haven’t said anything, yet he continued hoping to salvage anything after that boyfriend/girlfriend comment, ‘apparently quite a number of teachers are shipping us together, some even have bets!’ He tried to sound nonchalant but failed. ‘Can you believe?’

Alternating from him, the food on the table and the heating pad and potions in your hand. You brain is going a hundred miles an hour.

On one hand, this is just wow, never had you felt so taken cared of before- and securely this surpasses best friend territory, right? Fred had gone above and beyond. This was some boyfriend material stuff right here. But what if you’re just overthinking and reading too between the lines y/n? What if you just want to see what you want to see.  But your thoughts keep going back to the boyfriend quality worry, the going above and beyond.  And he did mention that relationship comment right? He didn’t seem to take offence at the idea….

On the other hand, your own worry had taken over. What he had done for you was so risky, he could have been caught. If he had he would have suffered and have scars on his hand, all because of you and you could live with that. How could he be so reckless? – Wait why are you even still saying this to yourself…

You broke off your internal monologue. ‘WHAT THE FUCK FRED?!??? YES FREDDIE THIS IS ALL SO SWEET AND I REALLY DO APPRECIATE IT BUT WHAT IF YOU HAD BEEN CAUGHT?? YOU WOULD HAVE SUFFERED AND BE PUNISHED BY THE BLOOD QUILL!! HOW COULD YOU BE SO RECKLESS?!?’ Your anger from worry had slowed now, you looked up to him with soft eyes. ‘You did this all for me. If something bad had happen to you, it would because of me, and I don’t think I could live with that Freddie.’

Fred had always been able to see through you, and to see you so anxious for his safety warms his heart. He tucks the hair that had fallen out during you rant. ‘But you see love, I wasn’t caught. Reckless- Yes. But caught? Nope. Maybe I should try that again….to test my skills.’ He teased.

You glared at him. ‘You. Will. Not. Or else, I swear to God I’ll punch you.’

‘You can’t even reach my shoulder.’ Fred resorted. ‘You know… you are so cute when you’re frustrated.’

‘Ughh!’ Rolling your eyes. ‘I don’t know if I wanna kill you or kiss you.’

‘Rather kiss me more, I hope.’ He smirked. Then got serious., he held your waist. ‘But I wanna do it properly and take you out on a date first.’

You brought your hands up to the nape of his neck and started to play with his hair. ‘Well then let’s us consider this as our first date!’

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Taglist [All/General]: @gruffle1​

(omg I just noticed that tumblr tagged a different account 😳that have a similar username, just a letter off😳 this is why sometimes I don’t trust tumblr’s automatic tagging system! @blisfvll my bad😅)

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i loved this so much thank you for participating!!

Crabs and fishes

Hi guys! How are you? 

I’m sorry this is sooo late but this is for @blisfvll​‘s writing challenge! I’m really sorry I only publish it today, but I hope you’ll still like it, even though it’s not angsty! The prompts are “Your hair is so soft.” and “I think I just fell in love.”

To be honest, I’m not satisfied but I don’t know how I could write it better so I give up 😫 (and i’m way too lazy to look for mistakes so let’s hope it’s not a big disaster)

Anyways, enjoy!

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The Weasley twins were the coolest guys in Gryffindor and in seventh year. Probably even in the whole school, in fact. I didn’t know them as much as I wanted but my priorities weren’t to prank and send Filch up the wall, which was obviously theirs. Since my first day here, I had focused on my grades and since the beginning of my second year, on Quidditch. This was the only common point between Fred, George and I: they were beaters in the team and I was a chaser. 

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if you saw this reblog from my side blog, no you did not. i love royalty au’s sm and this was perfect i love it ong thank you for participating!!

Bad Guy? (Draco Malfoy X Reader)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Requested: Second entry for @stiles-o-dylan24‘s Celebration of 1k with the prompts, “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” And “I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” Also my second entry for @im-a-writer-right‘s 2k Follower Challenge with the prompt, “You’re my second chance.” This is also my entry for @blisfvll​’s 1.5k Celebration with the Royalty AU and prompt, “You’ve changed.”

Warnings: None

W.C. 733

Summary: Draco’s fiancee heard some absurd rumors about the almost-king.

A/N I’m trying some new things, and it would be helpful if you guys could fill THIS google form out. It’s asking fandoms and people in the fandoms. It is explained at the top.

My requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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Conjunctions

Summary: I wrote this drabble for @blisfvll on tumblr’s writing challenge. Thanks for giving me a prompt for inspiration! I’ve been having a bit of writer’s block lately so it was good to get creative. (also the next chapters of Regulus Black and the Darkest Shadows will be up next week, sorry for not posting this week my beta and I have both been insanely busy!) 

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

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“Lils.”

“Hold on,” Lily said, holding up a finger. She was deeply engrossed in her Transfiguration textbook, doing some last-minute review before her morning exam.

“Lils.”

“Mhm.”

“Lily!”

The sudden shout shocked her. She dropped her book, exasperated. “What?!” she spat—a bit harsher than intended—at her boyfriend who was sitting across the breakfast table. James’s eye widened.

“You’ve got your elbow in your porridge…” 

Lily realized her left elbow did feel a bit wet. She looked down and, sure enough, she had been using her oatmeal as an arm rest. She cursed under her breath before swiftly cleaning herself up with a flick of her wand. Sirius, James’s best mate, snickered.

“Merlin, Evans,” Sirius teased, “Stressed out much?”

Lily rolled her eyes, but stuffed her book in her bag anyways. Sirius did have a point. She’d studied enough. Still, she could feel her leg bouncing wildly with nervous anticipation. This wasn’t just an exam: it was a NEWT. It was one of a series of tests that would determine the rest of her life. Her job, her happiness, her ability to support herself and a family…Lily shook herself out of her spiral of worrying. It wouldn’t do her any good.

“You should eat something, Lil,” said James, kindly. “Erm…maybe not that porridge though…”

Lily smiled in spite of herself and plucked James’s bagel out of his hands. “Thanks,” she muttered with a mouth full of warm bread. James feigned indignation.

“Oi, Prongs, that’s the price of dating Lily. She steals your food,” said Sirius, as he proceeded to swipe a sausage from James’s plate.

“A bargain price to pay for Lily’s affection,” said James. “But not for you, you wanker!” James locked Sirius in a playful wrestling match, attempting to retrieve his stolen food from Sirius’s fork. The two boys caused quite the ruckus, drawing the attention of many of the surrounding students, who had suddenly noticed their cutlery dancing across the table as the two boys fought.

“Stop hurting me, or I’ll write your mum!” Sirius wailed, stretching his arm just out of James’s reach. “You know she loves me best!”

“Hey!” said James, “I know it’s true, but hey!”

Remus, who had been quietly observing the scene, struck out with lightning fast reflexes and grabbed the fork from Sirius’s hand, promptly popping the coveted sausage into his mouth with a satisfied grin. James and Sirius looked properly affronted.

Lily chuckled. “Boys,” she muttered. She smiled gratefully at James. He and his friends never failed to cheer her up.

“I had to fight back!” James earnestly explained. “It was a matter of honor!”

“You don’t have to explain yourselves to me,” said Lily. “I know Remus just can’t resist grabbing Sirius’s sausage.”

Remus choked on his pumpkin juice, red as a tomato. James and Sirius laughed heartily.

“Evans! I knew there was a reason we kept you around.” Sirius nodded at her, approvingly.

“Merlin, Lil! See, this is why I love you!” James froze as soon as the words left his mouth. His eyes widened in shock, as did Lily’s. Her face flushed as red as Remus’s had. She was speechless.

Remus cleared his throat. “C’mon, Sirius, we’ve got to get to that…thing.”

Sirius stayed put. “No, I wanna know…Ow!” The table rattled as Remus obviously kicked the other boy in the shin, flashing a warning look.

“Oh,” Sirius stammered, “oh yeah. Right. The thing. Let’s go, Moons.’”

The two boys departed, leaving James and Lily alone at the breakfast table. Neither would meet the other’s eye. Lily tried to force herself to say something, anything, however, her vocal chords stayed obstinately stiff. She was too shocked. After a few seconds silence, James stood. He looked mortified. “You know what,” he said, hastily, “I’d better go help them with the…thing…Good luck on the exam, you’ll ace it I’m sure…I’ll see ya later, yeah?”

“James—” Lily tried to call after him as he rushed from the hall. She felt awful. She hadn’t said it back. She should have. She’d wanted to. But, she had been so surprised and, in the moment, had panicked. And now, James thought she didn’t love him. Before she could ponder her mistake any further, the bell rang. Dammit. It was exam time. This debacle would have to wait.

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The exam had been a breeze. Lily was relieved. Now, she had a week before her next NEWT. And, this meant she had time to brainstorm how to make it up to James.

She was laying on her bed, making random objects float around her head. She had no idea what to do. James was always the hopeless, dramatic, romantic type. And, frankly, he was usually the one apologizing to her. If their roles had been reversed, he’d have concocted some elaborate scheme to win back Lily’s affections—likely involving plots, dramatics, and the help of his gang of friends…His friends…that was it! Lily shot up from her laying position, invigorated. She was concocting a plan. Yes, yes, Lily now had a grand plan to declare her love for James Potter. She dashed down the stairs, clear on what she had to do next.  In order to perform her grand, elaborate gesture, Lily would need the help of James’s best friends.

Luckily enough for Lily, the boys were all lounging in the Common Room—sans James. Lily knew he would be at Quidditch practice for the next hour and a half. Hopefully, this would give her enough time to organize her gesture.

“Remus!” Lily called out from across the room. “Sirius! Peter! I need your help!”

“Well, if it isn’t ‘heartless Lily Evans’ herself?” Sirius teased. He leaned back in his chair dangerously, resting his feet on the small wooden table. Peter chuckled until Lily flashed him a death glare. The runty little boy fell silent.

“I’m serious—I swear if you make a joke I’ll hex your balls off, Black!” Lily warned, just as Sirius had opened his mouth to make a pun about his name. He paled and shut it immediately.

“What do you need, Lily?” Remus asked kindly.

“I…well…you clearly know what happened this morning with James…” Lily looked down, embarrassed. The boys nodded. “I messed up. Royally. I need your help to make it right.”

“Our help?” Sirius asked, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you need our help?”

The three boys leaned forward, curious to hear what she had to say.

Lily grinned cunningly. “Well, I had this idea…”

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Lily and the boys scrambled around for the next hour, making sure every little detail of their plan was set. Finally, the Gryffindor Common Room was ready for James’s arrival. Lily felt a little guilty abusing her Head Girl authority to throw the rest of the students out, but this was for the greater good.

“Hush, and get into positions!” Lily hissed impatiently at her three companions. They quickly scrambled away, ducking behind the chairs and suits of armor in the Common Room, out of sight.

“Wands at the ready!” She ordered, checking her watch for the thousandth time. James would be arriving soon. He must be close. Her heart began to pound anxiously.

A moment later, Lily heard the Fat Lady’s muffled voice as she conversed with someone else outside the door. It had to be James. But, what if it wasn’t? Lily stupidly hadn’t planned on encountering any of his other Quidditch mates. What if one of them had arrived before James did?

Luckily for Lily, the top of a messy head of hair emerged from the portrait entryway. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was James. This was it.

“Lily?” James asked, raising an eyebrow. She stood alone in the middle of the atrium. Her legs felt like jelly. Perhaps she should have dressed up more. “What are you—”

“James Fleamont Potter,” Lily proclaimed, raising her wand above her head. The signal.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the infinitesimal movements of Remus, Sirius, and Peter, as they began casting their spells. The light in the Common Room turned pale pink. Fireworks began erupting over her head, spreading out around the room as they danced in the air. A flock of songbirds burst from the tip of Remus’s hidden wand flew promptly into a heart formation, chirping merrily. Two cherubs holding harps fluttered near them. Heart shaped bubbled filled the air. The scene was, in Lily’s opinion, utterly sickening with cliché. She hoped James would love it.

“I love you, too.” Lily said, just as the fireworks regrouped in above head, spelling out the same message in flashing lights. Gooey harp sounds echoed through the air. The birds clumped together in a tight formation and flew to James, turning into a bouquet of roses before his eyes.

Lily held her breathe as she watched her boyfriend take in the scene before him. James looked up from the bouquet, grinning madly.

“Well?” Lily asked. “Say something?”

“WOOHOO!” James shouted, rushing to Lily and taking her in his arms. He lifted her off of the ground as he spun her around. Lily laughed as he set her back down.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say it earlier,” she apologized.

“Lily,” said James seriously, “Don’t ever apologize. This way was much better. I feel like the belle of the ball.” He winked.

“Only the best for you, your majesty,” Lily teased back. She was staring into James’s eyes as he held her hands when a chorus of cheers erupted from behind them.

“What the hell?” James jumped back, startled to find his three best friends who had materialized beside them.

“Nice one, Evans,” Sirius clapped her on the back. “I knew Prongs’d fall for this sappy romantic crap, the big softie.”

“Who’re you calling a softie?” James pouted.

“You, idiot. Look, you haven’t even snogged your girlfriend yet. You’ve just gazed lovingly into her eyes. It’s gross!”

Remus and Lily shared a look. “Come on, Sirius, Peter, let’s give these two some privacy.”

As the three boys walked off towards their dormitories, James grabbed Lily by the waist and pulled her close. “Just for that, I’m gonna snog her extra hard now!” He shouted into the distance. Sirius’s laughing reply echoed down the stairs.

Lily shook her head affectionately. “You’re an idiot.”

James smiled back, running a hand through her hair. “But you love me.”