#I would kill to be able to just come home and happily tell my parents I have a gf now.

[riverlikethelake]

hello author! how are you doing? may I request enemies to lovers, sully!reader X Aonung where he let his hair down for the first time and the reader falls in love right away 😳😳

Two eyes, a hundred words.

This is a really late answer but here you go<3

Kind of trying out a new writing style plus I wrote this during my lunch break so don't judge me too hard😭

requests are open <3 (I promise they'll be better than this, had an ungodly amount of work to do this week)

You can’t say you were thrilled to have to move to a new home, but you understood and decided to accept it. When the Sullys offered to take you with them, well Jake and Neytiri offered, Lo’ak and Kiri demanded it of you, you couldn’t say no.  

You had been inseparable from the Sully family for as long as you can remember, specifically Lo’ak and Kiri. From the moment you could both crawl, you were attached at the hip. You were and Lo’ak both adventurous and admittedly reckless. Lo’ak was thoughtless, and you were impulsive, which led to many hours bonding in the healer's hut together. 

With Kiri, you could just sneak away, find a carved-out hole in a tree, and sit there for hours with her, you’d confide in eachother and wander around the forest together.  You practically lived with them even before you were ‘apart of the family’, Neteyam always referred to you as his sister and Tuk was trailing behind you as soon as she could walk.  

After your parents died, you became insanely protective of the Sully kids, fussing over Lo’ak after he’d come back from a raid covered in bruises and blood. “I pray I will not end my brother before he gets himself killed!” You’d snap, but of course everyone knew you were just worried, you had already lost one family, you could not bear to lose another. 

So, you followed them to the reefs, sitting in front of Lo’ak on his ikran as you flew across the ocean. You didn’t have an ikran of your own, you weren’t ready for your iknimaya before the humans showed up, and once the war broke out you were too busy helping Kiri and Mo’at in the healer's hut to go through with it. 

You had fallen asleep against your brother many times, he’d tease you about it when you woke up, but he’d try to be as still and silent as possible while you were asleep, although he’d never admit it. 

Even with the long naps you took, you still weren’t ready for how exhausting your arrival would be. You knew asking for Uturu would cause a commotion, but when two Metkayina boys circled you and your siblings, yanking at your brothers tails, you wrapped your arms around your body, closing in on youself knowing you couldn’t make a scene. 

You glared at the boys though, making one of them stop in their tracks as they locked eyes with you. You kept his gaze, challenging him before a girl walked up and pushed him, telling him to knock it off. You were thankful for the girl, especially as she turned out to be the Olo’eyktan’s daughter and happily showed you around the village. 

- 

You really did not like Ao’nung, how his sister could be so sweet and accepting, while he was a cowardly jackass was baffling to you. He did nothing to help at swimming lessons, only making fun of you and showing off, you can’t deny that he was attractive, but that didn’t change how annoying he was. 

He was an idiot you thought, not only that but he was an asshole. At least Rotxo joked around and talked with you and your siblings, Ao’nung just saw it as below him. You admit, it was funny when Lo’ak fell off his Ilu, you laughed pretty hard, but only you’re allowed to do that. And you stated as much when you whacked Ao’nung in the back of the head for laughing. 

When it was your turn with the Ilu you didn’t fall off, but you somehow ended up wrestling with her underwater as she swam, eventually you got the connection under control. Though, you had a hard time controlling yourself when Ao’nung made a comment about you not being able to give up your ‘aggressive forest girl ways’. 

You got right in his face and asked him to repeat himself, his stupid grin and the way his head tilts making your breath hitch. God he was annoying. 

Kiri was the only one in your family that seemed to not have any trouble adapting. She was always off on her own admiring the plants and fish, sometimes even at the bottom of the reef just, laying there?? You felt a sense of pride and smugness when she showed up on an Ilu, having been apparently approached and chosen by the animal, you raised your chin to Ao’nung as he scoffed. 

Eventually you started to get better at your breathing, you we able to hold your breath far longer than Lo’ak and Neteyam. Not that that was a high bar, but you still rubbed it in Ao’nung’s face as often as you could. 

- 

You were sitting on the walkways with Lo’ak, teasing him about his crush on Tsireya when you spotted Ao’nung and his friends giving Kiri a hard time, Lo’ak had noticed too and you both rushed over to intervene. 

“Hey” your brother shouted, they turned to look at the two of you. You reached over and snatched Kiri’s hand away from Ao’nung’s, glaring at him. “Leave her alone.” you stated. 

Lo’ak got in between you and the boys, but they weren’t intimidated. “Oh look, it’s another four fingered freak and their tsiki.” Ao’nung taunted, his friends grabbing Lo’ak’s hand and at your tail. 

“Kalweyaveng” you hissed, pushing Ao’nung away. You heard Kiri yell but you didn’t process anything other than Ao’nung ugly fucking smug face until Neteyam pushed him away, putting himself between the fight. 

“You heard her” he got in Ao’nung’s face “leave them alone.”  

One of the boys hissed but Ao’nung put a hand up silencing him.  

“And from now on, I need you to respect my sisters.” Neteyam jabbed his finger to Ao’nung’s chest. Smirking, he put both his hands up and backed away slowley. 

Neteyam turned around and ushered you and Kiri away, nodding for Lo’ak to come, but as you were walking away, you heard them calling you ‘an entire family of freaks’ 

Lo’ak stopped in his tracks and turned around, Neteyam urged him to come but Lo’ak said he had it handled. He walked up to Ao’nung and started showing off his hand, talking about how it could do something cool. 

You smirked; this was a bit he had used on you many times before. You laughed as he punched Ao’nung till he fell over on his ass. “It’s called a punch bitch” 

You didn’t hesitate to run past Neteyam and tackle one of the boys before they reached Lo’ak, sitting atop their chest serving serval blows to their face before Ao’nung pulled you off by your hair. He threw you to the ground and started pulling at your tail before Neteyam tackled him, leaving you to jump on Rotxo’s back, who had a hold of Lo’ak. 

You grabbed him by his ears, pulling and biting his cheek. The boy you had punched earlier grabbed your tail and started pulling, you kept your hold on Rotxo causing you to all topple over, pulling each other along in the sand. 

“my TAIL!” “AGh MY EARS” “LET GO OF MY TAIL SKXQWNG”  

- 

“What did I tell you?!” Jake was furious, you hung your head avoiding eye contact. 

“It was my fault sir-” Neteyam tried to take the blame but Jake shut him down. “No you didn’t, and you gotta stop taking the heat for these knuckle heads.” 

You frowned as he gestured to you and Lo’ak. “They were making fun of Kiri!” “We were protecting out sister!” You finished his sentence. “They called her a freak.” Lo’ak stated, watching Jake’s expression falter. 

“Go apologize” He stated, Lo’ak protested but he cut him off and looked to you. “Both of you.” you rolled your eyes as Lo’ak stomped out, you stared at Jake for a moment before huffing and following Lo’ak. 

Both of you apologizing at once would probably seem too ingenuine, not that you cared if you actually made peace, but you knew this was important for your family, so you walked the other way when a split in the paths came. You found Tsireya teaching some young Metkayina children how to breath properly, you didn’t want to interrupt but you had nothing else to do so you sat down next to her and silently watched the lesson. 

The children were curious about your family, but they weren’t discriminatory like some of the people older than them, so they looked at you in awe, but you weren’t uncomfortable. Tsireya welcomed you to her lesson, even using you as a guide and had you speak about your experience learning. 

Once the lesson ended the children swarmed you, bombarding you with questions and asking you to swim and play with them, you obliged and entertained them with exaggerated stories of the jungle, and tossing them around in the water. 

Neteyam approached you, smiling as you lifted a kid up and placed a kiss on their cheek after they whispered something about thinking how beautiful your hair was in your ear.  

“I see my sister has been stolen from me” He exclaimed exaggerated, you rolled your eyes. “Do you know where Lo’ak is?” he asked casually. 

Placing the kid down and splashing water on the others, you shrugged. “He went to apologize to Ao’nung last I saw him” you watch at him as his face goes stiff and he walks off. 

- 

You sat on the back of Neytiri’s Ikran as you flew around the island looking for Lo’ak, she was the only one who had gotten you to calm down and stop trying to attack Ao’nung after you found out what happened. 

Jake had caught you midair when you lunged for the boy, cursing at him and calling him all the human insults you knew. You’d get a scolding later, but you knew the heat would fall on Jake for teaching you those words in the first place. 

You were seething with anger, but your worry for your brother outweighed it by a landslide. 

You didn’t have to tell Neytiri when the horn was sounded, signaling Lo’ak’s return. You hopped off and started searching him for any injuries as Neytiri scolds him. You glared at Ao’nung as his father forced him to take a knee. 

When Lo’ak took the blame for Ao’nung you were going to scream at him, but he gave you that look, the one he always used when he really meant ‘don’t push it’, so you shut your mouth and stayed quiet. 

You followed him as he walked away, getting ready to interrogate him, when Ao’nung caught up to you both. 

“Why did you speak for me?” He asked  

You pinched Lo’ak’s ear “Yeah, I'd like to know that too” you added. 

He swatted your hand away and looked at Ao’nung. “Because I know what it’s like to be one big disappointment to your dad” 

Your ears turned down, you knew how Lo’ak felt, you had spoken about it many times, but your heart still broke every time he brought it up. 

Lo’ak sped up his pace, passing you and Ao’nung. You both stopped in place, watching him walk away. After a moment you looked at him and glared before going after your brother. 

But the image of his face, covered in guilt, wouldn’t leave your mind all night. 

Lo’ak told you about Payakan before anyone else, you sat outside the Marui on the edge of the dock, kicking your feet as he told you about the entire ordeal in detail. 

You just really wanted to beat the shit out of Ao’nung, hell any of his friends would do. Of course, reading your mind, he made you promise not to start any fights with them, you agreed reluctantly.  

He didn’t say you couldn’t finish them, just that you couldn't start them. 

- 

The next day you noticed how much more welcoming Ao’nung had become to your family. He wasn’t holding you all with open arms, but it was a step up. You caught him looking at you several times throughout the day, every time you’d avoid frowning at him, or you just couldn’t. He had this look in his eyes that pacified you every time you felt the urge to hiss at him, but at the same time it annoyed the shit out of you. 

Every time he’d help you with your breathing you felt like fire was on your skin, he’d make a comment about your heart beating fast and you’d respond by telling him that if he stopped being annoying then you’d have a moment to be calm 

The one thing you could both agree on is making fun of Lo’ak, mocking him when he stuttered or said something stupid around Tsireya. Other than that, you’d huff and turn the other way if you crossed paths with him, which was easy as he didn’t seem too eager to speak to you either. 

But that didn’t stop the lingering eyes and quick glances at each other, there was something about communicating through your eyes that was different. You’d make fun of him and he’d find faults in whatever you did or said, but when you spoke through your eyes it was a whole different story. 

You liked looking at him, you just wish sometimes he’d keep his mouth shut. 

- 

You don’t know how you got here, one moment you were weaving seaweed and leaves together for a present for Tuk, the next you were on top of Ao’nung, hissing at him as he held your wrists to stop you from punching him. 

“Stop! I am sorry!” He shouts, throwing you off him. 

“Take back what you said skxqwng” you yell, scrambling to your feet to pounce on his again. 

He holds his hand up, “Ok ok I take it back.” He said, how he rolled his eyes audible in his voice. You hissed, keeping your eyes on him. 

You tried to keep civil when he initially approached you, but he started asking why you followed the Sully’s since you weren’t their family, you ignored him till he made a comment about how your parent must not have wanted you.  

“Keep your mouth shut next time you want to speak on things you know nothing of.” you seethed. He chuckled 

“What? Touchy subject?” 

You raised your chin and tilted your head. “Yeah, I’d think that dead parents are a sensitive topic for anyone” You resisted the urge to smirk as you watch his face drop, you turn and pick up your project as you sit back down. 

You feel his eyes on the back of your head, burning and pleading your you to turn around, hear what he has to say, look in his eyes. But you don’t, you’ve learned to brush things off easily, it’s hurting your family that gets you holding long term grudges.  

He sits next to you and mutters out an apology as you continue to weave the materials. “I don’t expect better, so don’t bother” you shrug. 

An awkward silence falls between you, he rubs the back of his neck and asks you about what you’re making. 

“It’s for Tuk, she’s growing and will need a new tweng” you state, your expression and mood start to soften as you think about your siblings. 

“I am… sorry for what i did to your brother” He explains awkwardly. You stop your movements and raise a brow. 

“You have an odd way of showing it” you mutter before turning back to your work “And it’s my brother that deserves an apology” 

He tells you he already apologized to him and your parents before he stumbled upon you, you hum in response. You continue to weave but out of the corner of your eye you see him scratching his head. 

“You got sand in my hair” He murmurs with a smirk, noticing you looking at him. You stare at him blankly, he reaches for his bun, unwrapping the braid that held it up. Your breath hitched as his hair fell. 

His braids were long and rested on his back, he tussled them to get the sand out, causing a few to fall past his shoulders, hanging in front of his chest. You didn’t realize you were staring till you locked eyes with him. He was cute, you had admitted that long ago, but this was different.  

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him even as you saw the teasing smirk form on his lips. “Like what you see forest girl?” He drawled, leaning in closer. 

If you reached out, you could touch his braids. 

“You are as attractive as you are egotistical” you enjoyed watching him chew his lip as he decided how to respond, either way it would be a blow to him. 

You couldn’t ignore how your heart sped up, you watched him chew on his lip, it annoyed the shit out of you, you wondered how he’d react if you kissed him to make him stop. 

You’d never admit how you noticed little things about him, how he talks with his hands, the way his eyes widen when he gets an idea, or how he smiles just like his mother 

He’s still annoying as shit, he’s a jackass and being infatuated with him doesn’t change that you still hate him. 

“You’re as pretty as you are bitchy” he says, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

He leans forward, tilting his head as he gets in your face.  

You think you have to speak to Norm and Max because you have surely gone insane.  

You hate him, that’s just a fact 

But maybe you’re a little more than infatuated… 

[forever-rogue]

Hi 👋🏻 how are you?

I was wondering if your prompts were opened to make a request? If so, could I please request prompt no.1 from domestic prompts ( I can't find the remote/I'm going to kill you) with eddie munson?

All i can picture is Eddie and his love who have a little baby who is obsessed with a certain kids song and they finally get the baby to sleep but somehow the song starts to play and it's a mad scramble to shut it off before the baby hears 😂😂

Thanks for reading my ask. Hope you have a lovely day 😊

AN | No, but domestic Eddie makes me so🥺🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were lying on the couch, trying your very best not to fall asleep, despite the fact that your eyes were growing heavier with each passing moment. Having an eight month old baby would do that to you. You faintly heard Eddie’s soft voice from down the hall, speaking gently to his son. You hated asking him for help to put the baby down, especially when he’d just gotten home from work, but there were some days when you just needed the help. You swore that Eddie was little Benji’s favorite parent at the moment.

And Eddie, good and kind-hearted Eddie, was never one to say no to you. You were fairly positive that he hadn’t said the word no once to you while you were dating, definitely did not while you were pregnant, and wasn’t about to start now. But you also knew that he loved spending every moment that he could with Benji and he’d never complain about helping. 

Despite your best efforts, you quickly succumbed to sleep’s siren call and closed your eyes. It would only be a few minutes, and surely not hard would come from that. You were out and snoring within moments, starfished on the couch by the time Eddie came back. He had been about to say something but changed his mind when he saw you.

He came over and crouched down to press a kiss to your forehead before putting the blanket from the back of the couch on top of you. You made a small sound of content as you burrowed into the warmth that the blanket provided. Your husband made an affectionate sound, brushing some stray locks of hair out of your face. He was happy to know that you and your son were able to get some rest. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

By the time you woke up, you were sure that only a few minutes had passed. But when you looked outside you could see that it was dark and the warm lights in the living room and kitchen had been turned on. You rubbed at your tired eyes as you stood up and padded your way towards the kitchen. You could smell something delicious cooking already, and your heart panged at the fact that Eddie had taken it upon himself to make dinner.

The sight that met your eyes was enough to make you practically melt then and there. Eddie was standing by the stove, the baby carrier strapped to his chest, along with your small son. The baby was cooing happily as Eddie nodded and spoke back to him as though he totally understood what he was trying to convey. You were silent, but he must have sensed you because he looked over and his face broke into a huge grin.

“Hi baby,” his voice was so soft as you made your way over to your boys. Eddie leaned over and pressed the softest of kisses to your cheek which caused you to make a small sound of happiness. He looked at you as though you had hung all the stars in the night sky, and it made you feel like he was still falling in love with you all over again. He was, but he didn’t need to tell you, “how was your nap?”

“Unintended,” you shook your head at your own indiscretion, “but helpful. I feel at least somewhat rested now. Thank you, Eddie. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d be just fine,” he insisted as Benji cooed happily at you. It was the chubby cheeks and big brown eyes that made you melt, “I’m afraid we’d be in trouble if it was the other way around.”

“Dramatic,” you teased, “can I help with anything?”

“You can help by sitting and watching,” he gave you a firm look that clearly said not to argue with him. Besides, you knew better than that by now. You raised your hand in a mock salute before sitting down at the kitchen table. Before you could even think about getting a drink, Eddie was on it and poured you a big glass of fresh water, “or can I interest you in a cherry cola?”

“Water’s perfect,” you sighed wistfully, “thank you, my love.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” he played off your praise, but realistically it was making his cheeks warm up. Eddie cleared his throat before turning his attention back to the stove and his son who was watching him with curious eyes, “I had an idea.”

“Oh no,” you snorted in amusement as Eddie put his hand on his hips and raised an eyebrow at you. He definitely learned that stance from Steve, mother hen that he was, “when’s the last time you had a good idea? When you decided to knock me up?”

“That happened to be a very good idea, thank you very much,” he playfully huffed before pointing at the baby strapped to his chest, “we happened to make a very cute son!”

“That we did,” you held up your hands in mock surrender, “your very cute little mini me. Anyway, enlighten me dear husband, what is your grand idea?”

“I was thinking that this weekend we can get away,” his eyes brightened as he spoke, “just the two of us. Maybe we can stay at a hotel for the weekend and go explore more of the city, and just…relax. Steve and Nance are more than willing to watch him - or we can bring him too if we decide we’re not ready to leave him.”

Relaxing. That was something you weren’t familiar with these days….not with an eight-month-old. Not that you were complaining of course, you love him more than anything but man. It was rough sometimes. Your eyes started to sting as you tried to keep your lip from trembling at the thoughtful gesture. All you could do was nod at him.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he looked concerned for a moment but you shook your head.

"That's just…so thoughtful of you," you dabbed at your sleeves with the sleeve of your sweater, "I think that sounds perfect. Yes, please, let’s do it.”

“Alright,” he smiled that soft smile that you adored beyond words, “let’s do it! And sorry, maybe, bubba but mama and I might need some alone time. Not that we don’t love you.”

“Eddie,” you laughed gently, the sound going straight to his heart. What more could he have asked for other than this? His wife and his son that he loved more than anything? You went over and stood behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder and reaching to gently ruffle Benji’s soft hair, “he can’t understand us!”

“You never know,” he ever so lightly pinched the baby’s cheek, “he could be some sort of little secret genius. Understanding every word and slowly plotting how to take us down and run the world!”

“You’ve been reading too many fantasy stories again,” you kissed his cheek, “such an active imagination! Hopefully he learns that from you.”

“Maybe so,” he admitted sheepishly, “but that doesn’t mean our baby boy isn’t the smartest, huh Benji?”

“Well, he does like those kids' songs - the ones that teach them letters and numbers,” you mused, “maybe he is a little genius.”

“Is the animal one still his favorite?” you groaned dramatically at Eddie’s question, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I’ve had to listen to that song about a million times by now,” you grabbed utensils and plates to set the table, “I think I’ve got it memorized too.”

“Could be worse-”

“How?”

“At least it’s not like…Metallica or something,” he teased, “but he’s still a little young right now. But don’t worry, bub, we’ll get you there soon enough.”

“Eddie.”

“I’ll wait till he’s a year old!”

“Edward.”

“Fine - two years.”

“We’ll see,” you sighed, an affectionate sound of fond exasperation, “no promises either way!”

“I’ll take what I can get,” he grinned coquettishly.Yeah. You loved this dork so very much.

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“He’s down,” you offered your husband a sleepy smile as you padded back into the living room after getting Benji down for some sleep. Eddie held open his arms to you, making grabby hands at you. You made your way over to him on the couch and almost collapsed his strong arms, “he seemed sleepy so hopefully he’ll be down for a bit.”

“I’ll handle the next wake up,” he promised and you thanked your lucky stars that you had a husband such as Eddie. You knew that a lot of men, unfortunately, would not have been as helpful or hands on as he was. He was a wonderful father; he’d learned a lot from Wayne and made sure that Benji had every bit of love that Eddie hadn’t received as a child, “you deserve some rest too.”

“What about you?” you shuffled in his arms so you were looking at him, reaching up and gently ghosting your fingers along his jaw, “you deserve rest too. This isn’t easy on either of us.”

“But he’s worth it,” as if his body was betraying him, he couldn’t stifle his yawn.

“He is,” you pressed soft kisses all over his cheeks, causing him to giggle and flush a rosy pink, “and so are you.”

“Baby-”

And then it happened so quickly that it almost didn’t seem real. That song, that damned song, came on the television. You’d been so preoccupied that evening, neither of you had changed the TV off the children’s channel. It started playing, a grating voice singing about different animals as the two of you exchanged a horrified look. You knew that the baby would hear it, even in his sleep. 

“Eddie!” you grimaced, “change it!”

“I-I can’t find the remote,” he looked around the coffee table and on the floor, but didn’t see the remote anywhere. You jumped off the couch and looked for it, also coming up empty handed.

“I’m going to kill you,” you hissed softly, “affectionately.”

“I’m sorry,” he did the best thing he could think of in the moment and went to the TV and hit the power button, turning it off instead. You both breathed a sigh of relief; crisis averted, “shit - that was close.”

“I saw my life flash before my eyes,” you exhaled with a shaky laugh, “I was sure he was going to wake up.”

“Me too,” the two of you paused, still and quiet as church mice as you listened for any sound that would indicate that your baby was awake. But nothing reached your eyes from down the hall or through the baby monitor, “thank goodness.”

“Seriously,” he grinned sheepishly, “I, ugh, found the remote.”

“Oh?”

“It was under the cushion,” he pulled it free and waved it around, “well, either way. We got there just in time.”

“Eddie?” you plopped down on the floor next to him. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “I…I think I want it to be just us this weekend. Does that make me a horrible mother?”

“No, baby,” he shushed you softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “not at all. It’s normal to feel like that - to want a little alone time. It’s up to you, princess. If you think you’re - we’re - ready to spend a night or two without him, then we will. But if not, we can take him.”

“You always make everything so easy,” you pressed your forehead against his, “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he brushed his lips against yours, all saccharine and sweet, “so, so much.”

Before either of you could see anything else, soft whimpers and coos met your ears. Eddie kissed your forehead before you could even more, “I’ve got him, baby. Just stay here and relax.”

“Thank you,” he gave your hand a gentle squeeze as you watched him, “love you, handsome!”

“Love you, beautiful!” 

[sea-owl]

I just wanted some modern besties Phillip and Penelope vibes being single parents and raising their kids together with occasional visits from crazy uncle Michael. Kinda like Full House style.

Phillip and Penelope met when her cousin Marina and his brother George started to go out with one another. Both being the quiet introvert types they got along well. When they both realized they were going to the same university they started to hang out more.

Sadly tragedy struck when George, who was a solider, was killed in action. This news made Marina, who was already suffering from postpartum, fall into a deep depression. So bad that she ended up taking her own life. The parents left behind a pair of twins Oliver and Amanda Crane.

Phillip ended up stepping up and adopting the twins. He didn't trust anyone else to take care of them despite the doubts he has for himself, and he felt like he owed George for taking care of him all those years ago.

Penelope herself also ended up having twins, Agatha and Thomas Featherington, after a drunken one night stand with "a random man in London."

"Penelope!" Michael laughed. "How scandalous! You don't who your baby daddy is?"

"Nope," Penelope said, rubbing her pregnant belly. "Black out drunk. My mother is not happy either."

The three friends were at Phillip's ancestral home visiting. Well, Penelope was actually hiding out after revealing to her mother her pregnancy, and Michael likes drama, so of course, he had to come hear the story.

"You know you could just stay here," Phillip offered later that night. "This house is too big its not like three more will make a difference and the twins love having their Aunt Penelope around."

Penelope happily accepted her friend's offer. The two friends happily live with one another doing their best to raise the kids. Michael came to visit every once in a while. Making sure to bring gifts and sweets for the children.

Things took an interesting turn, though, when the Crane twins were 8 and the Featherington twins were 6.

The cousins were playing in the park when Penelope heard another mother say. "Did I have another son?"

Penelope looked over. A pretty blonde, pregnant woman who could be Cinderella come to life was looking down at four boys. One of those boys being Penelope's son.

Penelope sighed. While both her children could be little troublemakers, just like their older cousins, Thomas has this charm about him that could get him almost anything he wanted.

Picking up Agatha Penelope made her way over to the other mother. "I'm sorry, I think our sons are playing a prank."

Penelope looked down at the four boys and whoa. They really did look a like. If Thomas eye's weren't emerald green, Penelope might not have been able to tell them apart, especially with the oldest boy.

"Oh, it's alright," the blonde woman laughed. "You think I would be used to this. My children's cousins all look alike to some degree and some could potentially switch places with one another." She held out a hand. "I'm Sophie Bridgerton."

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hi its me your stalker. I saw your post about lsk and how her sponsor relates to her meta narrative role, can you elaborate? thank you as always

Hi bestie it took me a sec to get back to you and this is kind of just a big text block of my feelings about this so feel free to ask a follow up if it doesn't make sense

Ok so part of what I was talking about was that where omniscient reader is Kim Dokja's story, his mother and the stories associated with her represent the parents/ancestors/family of ORV, the literary works that SS were building on in making their own novel. Samguk yusa in particular is one of the oldest extant korean literary works, like if you ever take a Korean literature history class or smthn that's where you start lmao. So like, in relation to Kim Dokja as a reader LSK represents the influence of the classics that follow a lot of like the unspoken rules of literature vs YJH/HSY representing webnovels that are like not necessarily good or time tested but have an arresting passion and appeal KDJ is swayed by. Then this is also important bc in particular the story of the mother bear LSK is represented by is one that is /about/ following the rules of a narrative and being rewarded for it in the end. The bear and the tiger want to become human, the king of heaven gives them instructions, the bear follows the rules, bear gets to be human, marries king of heaven, and births the first king of Korea. So then in relation to the narrative of ORV, LSK has always been this influence of narrative destiny/inevitability in face of reality... When we see KDJ giving up on the things he wants and dismissing his hopes and dreams as impossible, it's coming directly from the way LSK has influenced him in writing her own narratives about their lives. "The only way for you to be safe is if I take the fall," the consequences have to fall somewhere, there's no ideal world where mother and son live happily ever after w/ no consequence for killing the father, there's no world where both the bear who followed the will of heaven and the tiger who did not get to be human, there's no world where Kim Dokja can reshape the very fabric of the universe to suit his ideals and go home to eat pizza afterward. The niggling thought we all had in the back of our minds when the most ancient dream was "defeated"... That can't be it, can it? It can't just be over like that... How could it be just that easy, in the end? It doesn't make sense... << That's what LSK represents, the sense of narrative that demands happiness be earned, sacrifices be made, anything else is unrealistic, it's not how the world really works, who wants to read that?

This is the real final boss of omniscient reader's viewpoint: the escape from narrative. The entire epilogue is concerned with this question, what ending does this story deserve? Kdjco have to fight KDJ's sense of narrative destiny to tell him it doesn't matter to them what the most artful or narratively complete ending he can come up with is, just that they want to fucking see their friend again. It's the feeling at the end of any tragedy where the reader wonders if the hero could have been saved. It's also the counterpoint to the question between the classics and commercial webnovel literary cultures. Does it have to be artful and poetic? Can't they all just be happy, in the end? Between "the ending is too sad" and "the ending is too unrealistic," ORV prioritizes the desires of the characters and the readers who really connected to them by giving Kim Dokja the ending they wanted.

TLDR; So whereas LSK consistently sacrifices herself or gives up on trying to make things better, consistently trapping herself in certain roles, KDJ is able to recognize what the original narrative of TWSA would make a binary decision and take a third path. this both represents her influence on KDJ as a character and the influence of unspoken rules about what makes a story "good literature" on the narrative of ORV, but that ultimately you have to follow love/influence on or emotions of real people instead of rules that seem set in stone.

[callsign-magnolia]

I Hope You Dance // Chapter 35

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

A/N: This is cross posted to my Wattpad, so if this seems familiar that is why!

TW: Mental abuse, emotional abuse, slight physical abuse, death and loss.

Description: When Caila meets Rooster, sparks fly. But, she's already married, to a man who she thought loved her, and won't let her go. Rooster will fight for her, he just has to convince Caila to fight for herself.

Word Count: 8.6k

Chapter 34 | Masterlist

“So? What’d he say?” Jake asked as soon as I stepped out of the admiral’s office, making me sigh. “Because of what I said, he has recommended me for a psych evaluation when we get home. If I’m deemed unfit, I get a medical discharge, if not I can continue service.” I said as I pushed past him. “And what about Buck?” I shrugged. “They are discussing dishonorable discharge. But I don’t know.” I said turning away again. “Magnolia. Stop.” He said as he grabbed my wrist, turning me to him. “Are you okay?” The words made me tear up. “I feel like I’m losing my mind, Jake!” I cried as he pulled me into him. “For a minute, I really thought he was Aaron and I just lost it.” I leaned back, looking up at him. “I had it in my mind to kill him, Jake.” I admitted. He just scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “He deserves it.” I shook my head. “To have his ass kicked, yes. But death, come on Jake. That’s extreme.” He just sighed, knowing I was right. “So, what now?” He asked. “We work and go home.” I said as I made my way back to my room.

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I walked through the airport, bags in hand as Regina followed behind. “Okay, this is where I leave you.” She said, tears in her eyes. “Thanks for bringing me. The last time someone came to the airport with me was when I told Mags I loved her.” She laughed. “She told me how you almost missed your flight for that.” I nodded. “I would’ve happily missed it.” She nodded. “Okay, there are some snacks in your bag. I have all the dog’s things, and all the gifts for Caila and us. Which you didn’t have to get us anything.” I shook my head. “Well, I did and they’re non-refundable.” She just narrowed her eyes at me as David walked up. “Leave the man alone, Gina.” He said as he placed his hands on her shoulders, towering over her like a mountain. “Okay, you have an hour before your flight, so go, get through security and please, call me when you land.” I froze at her words. It was the first time I’ve heard those words from a parent figure. “Bradley? You okay?” I nodded, realizing it had been a minute since she said that. “Yeah. Just the first time I’ve heard that from someone other than Mags. Never really had anyone to drop me at the airport or docks before her.” Regina just smiled at me, pulling me into a hug. “Well, now you have us. So, I’ll tell you the same things I say to Caila. Be careful, don’t do unnecessary hero shit, and take care of yourself.” I nodded, grabbing my duffel.

“Bradley.” She said, catching my wrist as I turned around. “Come home to us, okay?” A few tears welled in my eyes at her words, realizing I had more than just Mags who cared about me. “I’ll try my best.” She nodded, kissing my cheek before David pulled me into a hug. “Make us proud?” I nodded, grabbing his outstretched hand and shaking it. “Of course.” With that I turned for security, getting in line. I shot Mags a text, telling her I was getting on a plane and that I loved her. Realizing this would be one of the last times I would have the freedom to text her whenever I wanted. I sighed, putting my phone back in my pocket and following the line through security. Once on the other side I grabbed my bag, looking up and was shocked to see Regina and David still there. They waved at me and I waved back before walking away, towards my gate.

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It’s now the last two weeks of deployment. I haven’t been able to talk to Bradley at all since he left for his deployment, and it was nerve wracking. The only good thing right now is the fact that Buck is avoiding me like the plaque and the rest of the team is in agreement that if he doesn’t get discharged, they would request his removal from the team. It was nice to know they had my back, but I was ready to be back with the Dagger squad. They were basically family. But for now, I would sit on this ship, doing my day-to-day duties until we got home.

I made my way to the gym to meet Jake. Since I had been told to see a psychiatrist, I had been restricted in most of my duties, basically stuck doing paperwork most of the time. But I still met Jake at four-thirty every morning for a workout. “So, mama told me the other day that both of our families are going to be celebrating Christmas at my parent’s house.” I said as I pulled down on the bar, working my back. “Yeah, mom said they were spending the entire week of Christmas there.” I nodded. “I’m taking a flight out the day we get back. Phoenix is gonna pack me some clothes.” He furrowed his brows. “You’re gonna cut it that close?” I nodded. “I don’t want to be in that house just yet. Not without him.” He sighed and nodded. “But my parents have my dogs, jeep and airstream. So, if you want, you can road trip it back with me.” He laughed. “That actually sounds nice.” I nodded. “I want to celebrate New Years back in San Diego. Phoenix tells me Penny is doing a huge party at the hard deck and I want to go.” He nodded. “I invited Phoenix to spend Christmas with my family.” My eyes widened as I looked at him.

“And?” He shook his head. “She said she felt it was a little fast. She’s spending it with her parents and brother back in San Francisco.” I nodded. “Does that upset you?” He shook his head. “It did a little at first. But I realized we've only been dating for about two months and we’re keeping it quiet. So, I can’t be upset about it.” I nodded. “Have you considered meeting her family first? She knows you love your family, a lot. Plus, you have a big and rambunctious family. It may be overwhelming. So, I say meet hers first. It may encourage her that it’s not all that bad.” He nodded. “Would you have done it first if Rooster’s parents were still here?” I nodded. “Absolutely. Although, he involuntarily met my parents first and looked like he was going to shit himself when he realized my dad was commander of the U.S. Fleet Forces Command.” Hangman laughed. “I can’t say much, because I had the same reaction. Didn’t help I was in uniform.” I laughed, remember Jake’s face when he met my dad. “Yeah, but he likes you though.” He nodded and we went quiet.

“You’re really struggling knowing he won’t be there, aren’t you?” I nodded. “I am. I was looking forward to spending the holidays with him. I could stand to miss Thanksgiving. But Christmas too?” He sighed and nodded, letting go of his bar. “It sucks. I’m just glad I’ll get to see Nat when we get home.” I smirked. “Ooh, you call her Nat?” He nodded. “She still calls me bagman.” I laughed loudly at his words. “She’ll never stop, and you know it.” He nodded. “So, we’ll fly out to Georgia then drive back?” I nodded. “You up for it?” I asked. He turned to me, nodding. “Why not?” I smiled at him. “It’ll be nice to have someone to travel with. I’ve done it alone enough.” He nodded. “Does this mean I get control of the music?” I chuckled, pulling on the bar again for the last time. “As long as I don’t hear slow ride too many times.” I said before walking away. “It’s a good song!” He yelled out as he threw out his arms.

The rest of the ride home was mundane for me. Same thing every day, paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. But Hangman got the opportunity to run a few exercises with the team, minus Buck. He has been grounded until further notice. So, the relief I felt when we docked was immense. I was ready to get off this ship, to fly home to my parents. A small part of me wanted to go to the house, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not without him. He was supposed to meet me on this very dock and yet, he shipped out from this port a little over two weeks ago. Soon, Hangman and I walked off searching the crowd for Phoenix. “JAKE!” We whipped around and his grin widened. Phoenix sprinted for him in jeans and a fitted blouse, but he still looked at her as if she was the most gorgeous woman in the world. This must be what people see when they look at Rooster and I. Everyone tells me he looks at me that way, but I return it.

“Oh, Magnolia.” Phoenix said as she came over, pulling me into a hug. “I got all the stuff you would need.” She said as she fished something out of her pocket. She handed me a key and I gasped when I saw it. It had a picture of me and Rooster on it, our noses brushing as we both grinned at each other. It was obviously taken at the Hard Deck, the planes hanging from the ceiling around us being a dead giveaway. “He had it made. He said he wanted it to be special wince it was your first place together.” A few tears welled in my eyes, the back of my hand gently wiping them away. Phoenix pulled me into another hug and a sob hit me. “I miss him, Phoenix.” I cried as she rubbed my back. “I know, but before you know it April will come, and he’ll be home.” I nodded, letting go and wiping my face clean. “You guys have five hours till your flight. Want to get some lunch at the Hard Deck, see everyone before you leave?” I looked to Hangman who nodded. “Alright, let’s go.” She took hangman’s hand, pulling him along to her car where we put our stuff in the trunk and got in. “When I get back, we are getting you a new car.” Jake said as he got in the passenger seat. She gave him a confused look, “We are not getting rid of my mustang.” She said, gently resting her hand on the dash. “Baby, this car is on it’s last leg.” “Sh! Don’t talk bad about her.” Phoenix snapped, making me laugh.

The rest of the ride was easy conversation, making me feel a little better. When we arrived at the Hard Deck, I smiled at the sight of Penny behind the bar. But I was startled by all the loud cheers, people coming up and greeting us. “Hey.” Bob said as he pulled me into a hug. “Good to see you in one piece.” I chuckled, squeezing back. “I’m just glad to be home.” He nodded. “You going back to Montana for Christmas?” I asked as we walked to the bar. “Yeah, spend as much time with my family as I can. Never know when we’ll get shipped out.” I nodded, accepting the vodka soda from Penny. “You’re right. I’m just ready to get home. There will be so much going on, I won’t have time to think about missing Rooster.” It was true, a house full means no time to be sad. We sat with the rest of the team, eating lunch and having a drink or two before I went into the bathroom and changed into some holy jeans, black heeled boots, a cream-colored sweater and a tan coat that I carried. “Why the heavy clothing?” jake asked as I walked back over. “It’ll be a whole twenty-nine degrees when we land in Georgia.” His eyes widened. “I know. It’s a record low. Winters in Georgia usually aren’t that cold in December. Those are January temps.”

Not long after that, we were leaving. Exchanging hugs, kisses and goodbyes before Phoenix drove us to the airport. We got out, grabbing our bags and walking in towards security. “So, we’ll see you when we get home?” Phoenix nodded as I hugged her. “I come back the day after Christmas.” I nodded. “We leave two days after.” She nodded. “I have to ask. Don’t let him do anything stupid, and don’t kill him.” I laughed. “He’s his mama’s problem when we get there. Then I guess I will let him live through our road trip.” She nodded. “Much appreciated.” I hugged her again and kissed her cheek. “I will give y’all a few minutes. I’m gonna go ahead and get in line for security.” They nodded and I got in line. It was slow moving, but it moved and finally I stepped through the scanner and grabbed my stuff. I walked over to the Starbucks grabbing Jake and myself a coffee while I waited on him. After a few minutes I saw him weaving through the crowd, the Longhorns hat being a dead giveaway. “Here.” I said, holding out the coffee. “Ooh, thank you.” He said with a smile. He was feeling pretty good after all the beers he had. “So, who’s picking us up at the airport?” I pulled out my phone, looking back through the text messages.

“Um, Laura.” He nodded. “I’ll be terrorized the entire way to the house.” I nodded as we made our way to our gate. “Are you excited to be going home?” I shrugged. “My parents moved last month. So, this isn’t even the house I grew up in. But none the less, I am excited. Apparently, this new house is huge.” He chuckled. “How big are we talking?” I smirked at him as we sat down at our gate. “Seven thousand square feet.” His eyes went wide as he leaned away slightly. “Holy shit.” I nodded. “It has six bedrooms and a four-bedroom lodge on the back of the property. We’ll be staying in the actual house. I think Kimberly and Amber are taking the lodge so the kids can have their own spaces.” He nodded. “Pays to be Regina Motley, doesn’t it?” I nodded. “Sure does.” I said as I sipped on my coffee. “So, you didn’t grow up in this huge house?” I shook my head. “The house I grew up in was in the suburbs. It was nice, four bedrooms, I had my own bathroom. We had a pool and a little yard, but it wasn’t anything extreme.” He nodded and went to open his mouth but was interrupted by our flight being called. We were in group A and so we got up, lining up to board. Once we took our seats, he turned to me. “I think this will be the best Christmas we’ve had in a long time.” I chuckled. “You think?” He nodded. “Oh yeah.”

The flight was long, and we had a short lay over in Colorado. But as much as I hated it, I had never been happier to be standing in the crowded Hartsfield-Jackson airport. I groaned as we pushed through the crowd, me keeping a tight hold on Jake’s sweatshirt as we walked. We managed to make it to get our bags as my phone buzzed. I pulled it out, looking at the text. “Laura says she’s parked outside at stall three.” He nodded, looking around. “It’s clear across the airport, Jake.” He groaned. “Couldn’t she pick us up closer?” I shook my head, hiking my floral duffel over my shoulder. “It’s nine o’clock at night. Stall three is the easiest exit.” He nodded, but still huffed as he hiked his own bag over his shoulder. We made our way through the airport, fighting the crowd. It was so bad to the point that Jake looped my arm through his because people kept knocking into me. After twenty minutes, we finally made it to stall three, where someone ran straight into me, knocking me on my ass and causing all the contents in my purse to spill. “Hey!” Jake snapped as I started gathering everything to put back in my purse. “Hey! I think you owe her an apology!” He said as he grabbed the man, yanking out his headphone. “Jake.” I hissed, stuffing my wallet back in my purse. “I didn’t see her man!” The guy responded, a little shocked. “You still did it, you still need to apologize!”

“I’m sorry!” I quickly stood, hiking my purse up on my shoulder again. “You’re forgiven. Lieutenant.” I called and he straightened slightly. “We should go.” He held the man’s gaze for a second before turning on his heel and grabbing my bag. “What the hell was that?” I asked as I chased him out the doors. “He knocked you over.” I nodded. “Yeah, I know. My ass is sore. I mean, why did you act that way?” I said as I grabbed the strap of my bag, stopping him. “He was an ass.” “He was too caught up in his phone to see me. You didn’t have to be so aggressive.” He sighed, looking for Laura’s car. “It’s just been an overwhelming day. We went home, saw Phoenix. I left her again. We sat on a crowded plane for hours only to get off in a crowded airport.” I gave him a sad smile, gently taking my bag from him. “Overwhelmed, huh?” He sighed and nodded. I looked over and saw Laura getting out of my mom’s escalade. “Comin’ or what?” She called and Jake laughed. “Oh, we’re coming.” He called, rushing over. I followed closely behind, ready to just get home. Jake set his bag in the trunk and hugged Laura tightly, [picking her up and making her laugh. Once he put her down, he took my bag, giving me the opportunity to hug her. “Oh god, we missed you.” She said and I giggled. “I missed y’all too!” I said before I let go. “Surely Bradley kept it interesting.” She nodded. “The kids adored him, he had fun on the duck hunt, he even joined us in the kitchen.”

I raised a brow as we got in the car, me taking the passenger seat as Jake spread out in the back. “He cooked? I know he liked joining me in the kitchen, but at your house?” She nodded. “Said it was something he did with his mom every year.” She said as she started the car, pulling away from the curb. Tears welled in my eyes. “He had fun?” She nodded. “If his smile was anything to go by.” I giggled, thinking about him joining my mom in the kitchen. “He really enjoyed himself, Caila. I promise. Then, we all said our goodbyes and your mom and dad took him to the airport.” I sighed, tears falling down my cheeks. “He should be here.” She nodded, grabbing my hand. “I know. But he’ll be back before you know it. Every time Jake comes home, it feels like he wasn’t gone long enough.” I looked back, Jake’s hat was pulled over his face, shielding himself from the bright Atlanta streetlights and flipping his middle finger up at her. We laughed as she merged onto the freeway, and I leaned my head back. “Get some rest. It’s about forty-five minutes.” I shook my head. “No, I’m not gonna sleep on you lor.” She chuckled. “Hey, I got a nap today. Jameson and I fell asleep in the bed, JJ between us. We all slept for two hours. It was absolutely magical.” I smiled at her, thinking back to when Rooster and I fell asleep, JJ between us. “Okay, but wake me up as soon as we get there?” She nodded and my head turned, watching the city go by before I dozed off.

“Caila.” I sat straight up as Laura whispered my name. “We’re here.” I blinked rapidly, letting my contacts adjust to the low light as we pulled up to a gate. Laura leaned out the window, punching in a code before the large black gates opened. “Much for the dramatics, mom?” I muttered and Laura giggled. “They were your dad’s idea.” I rolled my eyes, amusingly at her words. We rolled up the long driveway. It wasn’t near as long as Laura and Jameson’s but still far enough that you couldn’t see the house from the road. We rolled down the driveway, passing where the gravel breaks off to lead to the lodge. Finally, we stopped at the house rolling up outside the tall wooden home. Christmas lights shining brightly along the roof, and porch and windows. Add snow and it would look like a winter wonderland. We all got out, Jake and I a little groggy. Grabbed our bags as the wind almost blew us away, rushing for the front door. I swung the door open as we got on the porch, trying to get out of the bitter cold. “Jesus. I don’t ever recall it being that cold in Georgia.” I said as we all got inside.

“UNCLE JAKE!” Tiny voices yelled, and Levi and Owen rushed Jake, Isabella slowly following. He dropped to his knees, catching them all as they tackled him to the floor. I smiled at the sight. This is the Jake that the team doesn’t know yet, the one that is gentle and fun. It was hard to remember this side of him while we were on the mission. Tensions were high and he was being a royal ass, but seeing him with his nieces and nephews, it reminded me. Suddenly, I heard high pitched whines and cries, and claws clicking on the floor. “Hi, girls!” I called as Dahlia sprinted for me. Standing on her back legs and towering over me. She couldn’t hold in her excitement, doing a little dance on her back legs as I pet her. Sadie propped her little feet on me, and I managed to reach down and pet her too. As I was petting them, a little hand pulled on my coat. I looked down to see Anita, one hand gripping my coat, the other with her thumb in her mouth. I smiled at the blonde headed girl, shooing the dogs away and crouching down to her and holding out my hands. She quietly walked into my arms, leaning her head on my chest. “Hi, baby.” I said as I kissed her head. “I missed you.” I said and she nodded. “Miss you too.” I chuckled, running my hand through her curls. “JJ call you auntie Mags?” I nodded at her question as she pulled her thumb from her mouth, reaching up to play with the small necklace Rooster got me. “Can I call you that?” I smiled at her. “If you want to.” “Can we call you auntie Mags too?” The boys yelled, rushing me and I held out my arm. Holding them back so they didn’t run their sister over. “Yes, you may call me auntie Mags as well.” They cheered, tackling me. Anita stepped back, her smile growing wide as she rushed Jake. “Uncle Jakey!”

He picked her up, squeezing her little body into a hug. “There’s my girl!” He said as she buried her face in his shoulder. I swooped up the boys, tossing one each over my shoulder. “No!” They screamed as I stomped over to the couch, Michael and Matt separating. “Body slam!” I screamed, slamming them down onto the plush couch, their giggles echoing around us. “Again!” I held my hands up. “Let me say hi to everyone first. Then I will do one more before mom and dad load you up and take you to the lodge for bed. Deal?” They nodded, giving me high fives before I ruffled their hair. Quickly everyone stood, pulling me into a hug before Kimberly and Amber gripped my hands. “Okay, Bradley. Total stud.” I laughed as they giggled. “I know, right? I don’t know how I landed him.” Kimberly scoffed. “You’re a sexy navy pilot! How could you not land him?” I giggled at their words before I heard pots and pans clanking in the kitchen. “I’ll see you guys before you leave.” I said, turning for the kitchen. I walked in seeing mom, dad, and Jameson with JJ strapped to his chest. “Hi.” Everyone’s head turned to me before my mom squealed, rushing me. “Oh! You’re home!” She said, pulling my body into her for a bone crushing hug. “I’m home, mama.”

She pulled away, her hands resting on my cheeks. “I have missed your beautiful face. Oh! Still as beautiful as a magnolia in bloom!” She cried, kissing my forehead. “Alright, Gina. Don’t hog her.” My dad said as he came up. Mom stepped aside and daddy pulled me into a hug. “Hi, sweetie.” I hugged him back. I loved my dad, but I still found it hard to forgive him. “Hi, daddy.” As if sensing my unease, Jameson walked over, JJ out of the carrier and in his arms. “Hey, sis.” Jameson said as he hugged me gently. “Wanna hold him?” I smiled, nodding enthusiastically. He placed the still small babe in my arms, a few little cries escaped him, but he quickly calmed as I held him close, bouncing softly. I admired his soft features, my mind flashing to a different baby. Dark haired, blue eyed and tears welled in my own. I quickly wiped them away as I walked out into the quiet hallway, away from the noise. “You know, I was supposed to have a baby first. You would’ve had a little cousin to play with, not much older than you are now. But he’s not here… and that’s okay.” I choked out.

I held him for a few more minutes before Jake came over. “Can I hold him now?” He asked, rubbing his hands together. “Here.” I said, gently placing JJ in his arms. He stared at the baby before looking up at me. “You okay?” I nodded, watching the baby stretch in his arms. “I heard what you said, Caila.” I nodded, brushing my fingers through JJ’s hair. “I’m okay, jake. Really.” He nodded, turning and walking back into the living room. I turned back into the kitchen just as my mom came through the door. “Come on. I already put your bag in your room.” She said, motioning me to follow her. She took me upstairs, turning left down the long hallway and stopping at the door at the end of the hall. She opened the door and I was greeted by a large room, king size bed, two dog beds in the floor for Dahlia and Sadie and a fireplace. “This is your room. I’ll let you get dressed and you can come back downstairs.” I nodded as she shut the door. I quickly change into some pajamas, which are soft pants and one of Rooster’s shirts. I quickly walked back to the staircase, stopping on the catwalk to admire the tree. It was humongous, towering over everything and I knew good and well mama had professionals bring it in.

I went downstairs to see Kimberly wrangling her kids while Amber just stood there, smirking with a sleeping Isabella in her arms. “We don’t wanna go!” Levi cried and Owen nodded. “Boys.” I called and they turned to me. “Remember, it’s not too late for Santa to put you on the naughty list and give your gifts to other children.” They both went quiet, sucking in their lips. “Now, one more body slam and then you will quietly get in the car for your mom, and you will get in bed when you get to the lodge.” They cheered and I swooped them up one more time, body slamming them on the couch, and just like they promised, they went and got in the car. “You are a life saver!” Kimberly said before pulling me into a hug. “I try.” I said as I flipped my hair. Soon everyone left and it went quiet. Jake was on the couch still holding JJ, His parents next to him holding a quiet conversation with him. Jameson was on the couch, Laura’s head in his lap while my parents were sitting by each other.

I took the opportunity to look around at the Christmas decorations. They were everywhere, wreaths with homemade bows, garland lining the mantle above the fireplace and the banister on the staircase and the catwalk. It was a lot but tasteful, the homemade ornaments we did on tour with mom solidifying that for me. Of course, the nice ones were on the front and the homemade ones on the back and sides. “Caila? Sweetie?” I turned to my mom, her glasses on her nose as she smiled at me. “Wanna join us?” I bit my bottom lip, shaking my head. “I’m tired, so I think I’m just gonna go to bed.” She gave me a small smile, nodding. I said goodnight and called the dogs to follow me. We went into the room, and I lit the fireplace to warm the large space. Dahlia and Sadie laid in their beds by the fireplace as I pulled the armchair closer. “Time to work on the TBR pile, girls.” I said as I grabbed the book I asked Phoenix to pack. I slid my glasses on, cracking the book open. I read for two hours before I finally got sleepy, so I put the fire out, and crawled into bed. Dahlia got up, ambling over and crawling into the bed. Sadie whined as she put her feet up on the bed, so I picked her up and set her in the bed, letting her get settled behind me. Rooster’s scent wafted off his shirt and into my nostrils and with Dahlia’s back pressed against mine, I could almost convince myself that Rooster was there in my sleepy state.

The next few days were spent me wrapping the gits I had delivered to my parent’s house, and my mother dragging me all over creation with her. “Mom, I’m not up for dress shopping.” I whined as she straightened my hair. “You always love dress shopping.” I hummed, sitting back in the chair she dragged up to the bathroom. “I’m sorry if I’m not feeling super festive this year.” She shook her head, dragging the flat iron down my hair. “Don’t apologize, sweetie. I know you miss him. It’s always harder around the holidays without them.” I nodded, wiping the tears from my eyes. “Remember those Christmases when your father was gone?” I giggled, remembering how special mom tried to make those years. “Yeah.” She smiled t me through the mirror as she finished my hair. “You always prefer dress shopping with a little makeup.” I nodded. “I’m wearing my glasses though.” I retorted and she smiled. “Whatever you want.” She walked out, going downstairs as I got dressed. It was the day before Christmas Eve and it was even colder, the high only being eighteen today. So, I pulled on a black sweater dress, black knee-high boots with stockings underneath, and an olive coat. I grabbed a toboggan and some gloves before going downstairs. “I will never get used to seeing you in something other than your uniform.” Jake quipped as I passed him. “Why? Reminds you I’m a woman?” He laughed. “Something like that.” He said as we walked into the kitchen to meet my mom.

“Ready to go?” She nodded, handing me a tumbler full of coffee. “Ooh, thanks.” I cheered. “Okay, car is running and warm. Let’s go.” With those words, we walked out into the cold wind. I got into the passenger seat as Laura got in the back. “You mom and sisters not coming?” She shook her head. “They got to go shopping before they came.” I nodded. “So, what’s this big party about?” I rolled my eyes as mom laughed, pulling around to leave the driveway. “The Kleinman’s throw a big party every year. We’ve been going since we settled in the area.” She nodded. “You don’t seem to like it.” Laura said and I scoffed. “Mrs. Kleinman is the head of the Atlanta social scene. A grade A socialite. She only knows how to gossip and stir the pot.” Mom tsked, shaking her head. “She’s not that bad.” I looked at her like she was crazy. “You realize I will be a social pariah and the main subject of all gossip.” She sighed. “I am a divorcee who is now dating the man she cheated on her husband with. Not to mention they all think I threw him under the bus for murder.” It was true. The Atlanta social scene stood behind Aaron, believing him over me. “Don’t let them get to you.” She said as she patted my leg. “Yeah, because it’s just that easy.” I snapped. I felt a little bad, but sometimes my mom thinks it’s so easy to just not let things affect me.

We arrived at the store, and we all split up, wandering through the shop to find the dresses we wanted. Mom found a satin red, V-neck, A-line gown that looked gorgeous on her. She always could pull off red, it always made me pale. Laura found a gold dress; it almost matched her hair. It had a scoop neck and a flowy skirt, with pockets which she made sure we knew about. It took me awhile to find one. I kept drifting towards the emerald green ones, since Bradley loved the color on me, but then, a gorgeous navy one caught my attention. It was a velvet, off the shoulder, mermaid dress. “Would you like to try it on?” One of the associates asked. I looked to him, and back to the dress. “You know what? I would, please.” He smiled, grabbing the dress and hauling it to the dressing room. “Mama!” I called and she rushed over. “Find one?” She asked and I nodded. I went in, changing into the dress and having the associate help zip me up. Soon, I stepped out and my mother gasped. “Oh my god.” My eyebrows shot up at her words. “No-you look beautiful!” I stepped up on the pedestal, looking in the mirror as my mom pulled the skirt out so it flowed. “It’s perfect.” I said as I smiled at myself in the mirror.

It really was perfect. I felt prettier than I had in months. Being on a ship in tans or a flight suit will do that to you. I finished my hair and touched up my makeup before walking out of my bathroom and into the bedroom. I grabbed the gold heels my mom loaned me and put on the necklace Rooster got me. I moved the gold balls he got me to my second holes and chose to put some elegant gold dangles in the front. With that I grabbed the navy and gold clutch, making my way out the door. I went down the stairs where everyone was gathered. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” My dad said as he helped me down the last few steps. “Thank you, daddy.” I muttered, looking around. “You don’t look happy.” I sighed, turning to him, my curls falling over my shoulder. “Do I have to go?” He chuckled. “No. But you have to tell your mother.” I sighed. I knew her answer already. ‘It’s Christmas eve! We should spend the day together.’ As if we haven’t all been glued together all day! As soon as I got up this morning, everyone gathered for breakfast and we spent the day baking cookies, prepping food, shoving last minute presents under the tree before we took off, riding around the property just having fun. “I know what they’ll say.” He nodded, kissing my head. “Yeah, but you’ve always been one to stir up trouble.” I raised a brow at him, and he winked at me. “I think Jake would be a great person to help you with that.”

I looked over at Jake who had Anita in his arms. She was hanging upside down, giggling hysterically. At my father’s words, I walked over to him. “Hey.” I said and he smiled at me. “You look nice.” He said and I chuckled. “You do too in your navy suit.” He groaned. “If I had known your dress would match my suit, I would’ve gotten a plaid one.” I laughed at his words, watching as he gently set Anita down before she took his hand. “Stick with me tonight?” I asked and he raised a brow. “Scared?” He said jokingly, but his grin dropped when he didn’t answer. “Can we stir up some trouble?” I chuckled, holding my fist out. “Hell yeah.” I said and he bumped my fist. “Hell yeah!” Anita echoed and my face paled as Kimberly’s head whipped around to us, eyes narrowed. I quickly crouched down to Anita, smiling at her. “Hey, Anita.” She turned to me; her smile wide since she learned a new word. “Let’s not use that word again. It’s a not so nice word.” She looked at me confused. “Then why do you say them?” I pursed my lips. “I really shouldn’t be. But that’s an adult word.” She still looked confused. “Then why do you say it?” She repeated her question before walking over to her mom. I stood, crossing my arms over my chest. “Did she just call me a kid?” Jake laughed, holding his stomach as he did. “She sure did.” I huffed. “Sassy britches.” At that my mom said it was time to go, so we all climbed into as few vehicles as possible. Jake and I were riding with my parents, Jameson, Laura and JJ. Jameson and Jake took the third row with JJ so Laura and I would have to deal with our dresses less.

Upon arrival Jake and Jameson rushed out of the car, crawling over us. “If you had just let me get out first, you wouldn’t have had to crawl.” I said as Jake helped me out. “Bradshaw would kill me if he knew I let you touch a door handle.” He said, making me giggle as I stepped out. The temps keep dropping even more and I pulled the shawl over my shoulders as the wind blew. “Let’s get inside.” I looped my arm through Jake’s, hauling him up the steps and into the large house. I handed my shawl off to the door man as Jake handed his coat over as well. With that I looked to him. “Ready to be associated with the biggest scandal in the Atlanta social scene?” I asked and he smirked. “I am more than ready.” With that we stepped out of the foyer and into the drawing room. “So why is this party so fancy?” He questioned. “The Kleinman’s are some of the richest people in the social scene. One of the oldest families as well. They were settled here in 1798 and are one of the founding families of Atlanta. To be in with them, is the equivalent of being in with royalty.” He scoffed as we walked across the room. “And your mother is in with them because?” I sighed. “My mom donates a lot to various charities. When I was younger Mrs. Kleinman made the offer to match end of year donations to any charity of my mom’s choosing, so long as she comes to her party.” He raised a brow in confusion. “People hear Regina Motley will be here and do everything they can for an invitation. Mom gets money for charity and Mrs. Kleinman rises in society.” He chuckled. “So, it’s a popularity contest?” I nodded, waving to a few familiar faces.

“What do they do anyway?” He asked and I nodded towards Mr. Kleinman who was talking with a few partners. “Take a guess.” He looked and laughed. “Ah. Politician.” I nodded as we stopped, surveying the room. “Ah, Caila! So good to see you home for the holidays, dear.” Mrs. Kleinman said as she rushed over. “Hello Mrs. Kleinman.” She pulled me into a hug, letting go quickly. “Patricia, dear. Please.” She waved me off. “And who is this dashing man?” Jake gave her a megawatt smile and I swear a blush crept up her neck. “A friend and fellow pilot. Jake Seresin. Laura’s younger brother as well.” She grinned, shaking Jake’s hand. “So nice to meet you, Jake.” He nodded. “The pleasure is mine.” She smiled at him before turning to me. “I want you to know, even though everyone else here thinks ill of you. I know you did what was right.” I took a deep breath, smiling at her. “Thank you, Mrs. Kleinman.” She smiled at me before walking away. “Prepare for backhanded comments about my divorce, all night.” He rubbed his hands together with a grin. “Bring it on.” With that we wandered around, me introducing him to people, women falling for his Texas charm.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink. Want another one?” I nodded, handing him the champagne glass. He left me standing by the glowing fireplace, the warmth flooding my skin and keeping the chill off. The Kleinman’s house was old, built in 1846, and never seemed to have an update on the insulation. The rest of the room was quite cold but standing by the fire reminded me of being wrapped in Bradley’s arms. He was always so warm, and I missed being with him. “Miss Motley.” The sneer sounded from behind me. My entire body froze at the voice, my heart pounded in my chest and my hands clenched the fabric of my dress. Please, no. Why is she here? “I’m shocked to find you showing your face here.” I whipped around, facing Martha. “I think I’m more inclined to show my face than you are. This is the first year I’ve seen you at this party.” She looked so smug. “Well, when your son makes national headlines because of his ex-wife, people tend to want to invite you these things.” I bit my lip to hold back my laugh. “So they want to be around you to get information on mine and your sons divorce. Tell me, when was the last time they spoke to you about anything other than the divorce, or the hearings, or the arguments, even the murder?” She narrowed her eyes at me and I grinned.

Suddenly Jake came back, handing me a glass of champagne with a smile. “Got the first glasses of the refills.” I nodded in thanks before turning back to Martha, seeing her husband Hank now standing at her side. “Caila.” He nodded to me and I gave him a tight lipped smile. Hank knew Aaron was in the wrong, he was just too scared of his wife to say anything against her opinion. “Already tired of the other one, I see.” She stated, sipping a glass of wine and raising her eyebrows at Jake. “Mm, not at all. Bradley is a thousand times more interesting than Aaron ever was.” She glared at me, her eyes raking over my body. “I don’t see what my boy ever saw in you. Especially before you lost all that weight.” She was trying so hard to get under my skin, and I wouldn’t let her. “I did lose the weight, only to do my dream job, and by doing that job I landed the man of my dreams.” Her anger flared, ever the hothead. “My son was too good for you.” She said as she leaned closer to me. “You’re son was a piece of shit who tried to kill me.” She narrowed her eyes before leaning back into her husband. “My son would never do that. That accident was your own fault. You deprived us of a grandchild!” I didn’t even think, I just tossed my champagne on her, drawing a loud gasp from her lips. Everyone stared as I took a step closer, Jake gripping my arm as my parents rushed over. “Never. Ever. Bring up my baby. Got it?” She stared at me in fear before nodding frantically.

With that I excused myself, ripping my arm away from Jake and pushing past my mom and Mrs. Kleinman and making my way out to the back balcony. I huffed as I flung the doors open, pacing along the balcony. It was a whopping ten degrees but I was fuming, leaving the cold to burn up against my skin. “You’ll get sick out here.” I turned to find Jameson, handing me his suit jacket. “Sorry. I was just so pissed.” I grumbled as I slipped on the jacket. “What’d she say?” He questioned. I leaned on the railing, taking a deep breath to keep the tears at bay. “She brought up the baby. She said I deprived them of a grandchild.” I said as a few tears slipped. He sighed pulling my head to his shoulder. “I’m sorry, sis. She never should’ve mentioned the baby.” He rubbed my back as I calmed myself, not wanting to ruin my makeup. “Do you want to go back in? You’re shakin’ like a leaf.” I nodded, allowing him to lead me back in.

I found out after that, Mr. and Mrs. Wilder were asked to leave, and aside from the whispers around us, it was a fairly uneventful evening after that. As we were leaving I stopped the Kleinman’s, halting them by their grand staircase. “I want to extend my most sincere apologies, Mr. and Mrs. Kleinman. That wasn’t-“ Mr. Kleinman stopped me, raising his hand. “What you did…” He paused, a stern look on his face, which made my heart race. “Was the best thing to happen at our annual Christmas Eve party in decades!” He yelled out. A hearty laugh echoing around us, making me choke out my own laugh. “Do not apologize, my dear.” He said as he took my hand, clasping it in both of his. “We never should’ve invited them anyway.” I smiled at him. “And next year, we expect to see this boyfriend of yours. We’ve only seen pictures, but he seems quite taken with you.” I smiled at Mrs. Kleinman’s words. “So long as neither of us are deployed next year, I will bring him.” She nodded and with that we left. It was after eleven at night, the kids were all asleep in the cars, snoring lightly as we took them home. Kimberly, Michael and Amber and Matt, went ahead and went to the lodge for the night, deciding to come down in the morning to open gifts.

As we walked inside, I made my way upstairs to my room to change. I slipped off the dress, trading it for a black shirt of Rooster’s and the Christmas pajama pants mom got me this year. They had little airstreams with Christmas trees and snowflakes on them. Suddenly there was a knock on my door, as I turned, it opened to reveal my mother. “We’re gonna watch Christmas with the Kranks. Wanna join?” I nodded, slipping on my glasses and going downstairs, the dogs hot on my heels. As I sat down, Laura handed me a mug of hot chocolate. That’s when I realized that everyone staying in the main house was here, except my dad. “Where’s daddy?” I asked as my mom sat next to me. “He went to bed early. He said he was exhausted.” I hummed into my mug. “Mm, the old scrooge.” Mom smacked my thigh at my words. We all sat there, enjoying the movie, until JJ woke up. Then I snatched him up, cuddling him as he slept in my arms on the couch. But soon, it was time to go to sleep. Santa would be dropping off presents and filling the vast amount if stocking hanging on the mantle above the fireplace. We all retreated to our rooms, the dogs laying in bed with me as the fire burned dimly and I scrolled through pictures of Rooster and I. Dahlia groaned from her spot behind me and I sighed as well. “I know. I miss him too.”

I’m not sure when I drifted off to sleep but I know I was suddenly awakened by my mother shaking me excitedly. I looked at the clock and saw it said four a.m. “Mom! I’ve been asleep for barely two hours!” Her smile was so wide, almost as if her cheeks would rip. “I know! But Santa came!” I furrowed my brows. “Mom, I am three months shy of thirty. I’m sorry if I never told you, but I know you and daddy were Santa.” She shoved my shoulder, standing straight. “Just come on! The kids are excited! You can come up here and sleep the day away until dinner if you want too afterwards.” That was odd for my mom, she usually liked me to be up all day on Christmas. Granted, as we got older we wouldn’t wake up to open gifts till ten, sometimes eleven in the morning. “Fine! Only if you’ll leave me alone after!” I huffed, tossing the covers off me and standing. I slipped on my house shoes and my glasses, following my mother downstairs. The dogs rushed in ahead of me and I rubbed my temples, finding the full living room quite loud for four a.m.

“Okay!” Mom yelled as she clapped her hands. “So, Caila gets to open the first gift!” I furrowed my brows, confused. “No, the kids are so excited. Let them go first.” All the kids cheered in agreement when my mom shook her head. “No. You open yours first.” I sighed but agreed, finding no reason good enough to argue. “Okay, which one should I open first?” I asked as I motioned to the overflowing mountain of presents. “Oh, your first present is out on the porch.” I was utterly confused, making a face at her that made her gleam with excitement. “The porch?” She nodded. “And you might want to let him in. My weather app says it’s about four degrees outside.” I stopped for a moment, staring at her. He? Did she say ‘He’? I turned on my heel, sprinting for the front door as tears gathered in my eyes. He’s here. He’s actually here. I thought as a sob escaped my throat. As fast as I could I threw the door open, ready to launch myself into his awaiting arms.

“Hey, Magnolia!” My face fell seeing it was only Maverick. “You don’t look so happy to see me.” I shook my head, pulling him into a hug. “No, sorry. It’s just-“ “I wasn’t who you were hoping to see out here.” I shook my head, a shiver rushing through me as the wind blew around us. “I was hoping for Rooster. You know, some big Christmas miracle.” I said as more tears welled up in my eyes. He nodded, looking up at the dark sky. “Have you looked under the tree?” I furrowed my brows in confusion. “What?” He just laughed. “Under, you know, under the tree.” I was still so confused. I would’ve seen my boyfriend sitting under the Christmas tree. “He’s not here, Mav.” He put a finger up. “He wasn’t here. Santa had to turn around and get him.” I furrowed my brows at him. Rooster was somewhere in the Indian ocean. Not in my house. Unless? I stared at Maverick until it clicked in my head. I turned around, sprinting back inside and down the hall, skidding to a stop in the living room entry way.

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[dbzebra]

126 for marten :>

Sorry this took a little bit!

I love GT, especially the Baby Saga, so I wanted to try something with that! Imagine this being a little AU where Goten actually went with Trunks, Pan, and Goku to space like we was supposed to lol

I’ve always wanted to do a full Baby Saga rewrite with MarTen, but this’ll do for now lol

When Goten came back to earth after searching for the Black Star Dragon Balls with his dad and Trunks, he thought it was all over.

They had killed that bastard Baby and saved the planet.

Or, he thought so.

Baby had survived. Not only that, but the thing has infected the entire world. Even got Trunks too. He had no idea what happened to his father. Goten sensed Goku’s energy disappear a while ago…

Goten escaped all the way to Roshi’s Island. Everywhere else was compromised. When he landed, he wholeheartedly expected an infected Master Roshi to attack him.

The last thing he thought he’d ever see was a teary eyed Marron practically bursting out of the door, and throwing herself at him after she knew it was really him.

“M-Mar, what’re you doing here??”

“After everyone started moving to the Tuffle planet, I got away… that guy got my parents, Goten! I’d rather die on Earth then go to that horrible place. They were about to kill me, but Uub… he… he saved me. Then he brought me here because it’s so far from civilization that most forget it’s even here…

“Uub is okay?! Where is he now?!”

“I don’t know. He said he had to go after Baby so he left. What about you??”

Goten explained to her the whole story, about the Machine Mutants, Dr. Myuu, and Baby.

“We thought we killed him. We made sure of it. But somehow he survived. When we showed up here it was too late. You should’ve seen the look on Pan’s face when her own parents attacked her. She’s just a little kid, she doesn’t deserve all this…”

“how’d you avoid infection??”

“Luck, I guess. The thing attacked Trunks first. Trunks managed to expel it from his body. He went for me but Dad managed to blast him to pieces, and then in the chaos we lost him. He hides in people and we have zero way of knowing.. Even with my power, it wasn’t enough…. I’m too weak! My dad bought some time and ordered me to escape. I didn’t want to but—“ he frowned. “It’s my fault… My dads probably dead because I wasn’t there to help him.”

“Stop that!!” Marron shouted, surprising him. “You did nothing wrong, sweetheart. The fact that you’re alive now means we can still fight back. It was an unfair fight. I saw them. Gohan, Trunks, Bulla, all of them looked so twisted, following Baby’s orders like some sort of puppet. And I know you, Goten. You wouldn’t be able to fight them for real even if you tried. Your have such a big heart…” Marron gently kissed his cheek.

Goten smiled. “You’re right. We’ll figure something out… but man I’m hungry… let’s order food. I haven’t eaten since before I got back!”

Marron rolled her eyes. Only her Goten would say that at a time like this. “We’re literally fugitives of the state. If Baby’s forces find us, I’ll you’ll be killed!!”

“So no pizza?”

“Dummy! We have to think of a plan!”

Goten frowned. “Alright, lunch can wait. I do remember hearing my brother tell me a story about how him, Piccolo and your dad saved the world from Garlic Junior by finding this thing called the Ultra Divine Water. It purifies people.”

“That’s perfect!” Marron happily said.. “I can save my parents! And your mom! And everyone else, then we can go home!” She jumped up, ready to race out the door.

“Just one problem.” Goten grabbed his fiancé by the hand and gently pulled her back to the floor. It’s up on Kami’s Lookout. And I’m guessing Dende and Popo are infected too. Who knows who else is there.”

“Dammit…”

“They’ll sense us if we fly, and I’m still too tired to teleport, but i think we can use Nimbus. I can’t leave you here, so you’ll have to come with me. If I distract them, could you get the water for me?

“What if I fail… the world is counting on me… I don’t even know where it is! That temple is huge!”

Goten brushed a lock of hair out of her face. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be right there with you, babe. We got this, okay?”

“R-Right!”

Together, the young couple climbed on Nimbus and shot off towards the Lookout. As Marron clung to his back, Goten’s eyes flashed a brilliant green. “I’m coming for you, you bastard.”

[lazlolullaby]

2012 VS Human!2018 TMNT Concept - Two Households, Both Alike in Ninja-Awesomeness

A fusion of 2012 TMNT and RoTTMNT. Set in the 2012 universe with all the drama that entails.

In 03 there was a Mystic Foot Clan branch. 2012 didn’t have much mystic stuff. So I’m just splicing Lou Jitsu/Rottmnt boys in because hells yeah.

HUGE LORE UNDER THE CUT~

Basically, ROTTMNT Splinter was part of the Mystic side of the Foot Clan. In 2012, Every Single Foot Clan member was killed due to the feud. It was due to some serious luck and stealth that Oroku Sho, who married in, was able to save his daughter Atsuko and toddler grandson Daisuke (means “big help”. This was chosen to be said in the most sarcastic tone possible.). They trained him to be a fighter, to hold their Mystic techniques and traditions and overcome the Hamato Clan with supernatural-styled vengeance.

Atsuko was on the trail, trying to find weaknesses of the Hamato, but she was killed defending her family. Instead of taking that grief and hardening his resolve, it breaks Daisuke. It makes him look at his family history in a new light; as a never-ending cycle of violence. He sees himself as alone – and despite his grandfather’s resolve in saying that “justice and our ancestors are with you, you will succeed in destroying the Hamatos”, he is just one person VS a fully-prepared Clan.

So he slips. If it is his destiny, it will happen no matter what, right? He tells his grandfather that “acting is just a hobby, I have to do something with my life and farming is too boring.” There was a hot girl summer where Teenage Yoshi + Saki + Daisuke hung out. They all got parts as stunt extras on a martial arts movie. He confronts Patriarch Hamato, tells him in no uncertain terms that he is the last, will remain the last and concedes defeat.

Changes his name to Lou Bauza, (Westernized name order, named after his VA, which coincidentally sounds like “Bowser”, fitting as a sometimes enemy of Yoshi.) starts a film career in Japan, then moves to America. Flashforward 10-ish years and had an accident on “Hot Soup Forever”. Had to stop acting and currently has chronic pain and fatigue. Walks with a cane on bad days. He ended up doing at home translation work for video games. When his fame dried up, he realized he didn’t have anything to come home to.

His apartment complex said “no turtles, rats, dogs, or cats”, so. He decided he wanted a child and adopts the two year old Raymond. He’s a mixed African-Latino child, temperamental but with Lou’s patience he softens up. Lou’s accent makes his name sound like Raimundo, “rai” being is Japanese for “Thunder”. They live together happily for about a year.

Then Saki shows back up, tells him that the Foot Clan has been restored, the Hamatos have been vanquished. Join me with our Clan back in our Homeland, it’s your birthright.

Lou is – angry, worried, threatened by the fact that he left that life behind is coming back to pull him in. He convinces Saki that he’s been playing the long game and waiting for Saki to learn of his heritage.

Lou ends up convincing Saki to fund a Dance Academy as a front for the American Foot Clan. It’s a lie, but he’s able to pull it off whenever Saki calls or anyone checks up on him. Knowing the history of his family, how badly the Shredder title makes people vicious, he knows that his time is limited.

So Lou decides that, “Fine. I might die because of my family, but Rai doesn’t deserve to be alone.” so. More kids.

He got Ryan (African, autistic and semi-verbal – goes by Othello because heck yeck Shakespeare) and Justice (Japanese-Brazillian, Usually called by his nickname “Blue” because once he figured out his gender, he kept changing his name every two days) as a two for one, because Blue would “translate” for his “twin”.

Then Angelo (African-Latino) followed Blue home from preschool one day. Lou tried to find his parents but – yeah he’s an orphan too, and the kids already bonded so.

April follows Ryan home when they were ten and just when Lou was thinking it’s going to be another Angelo situation her parents show up. They’re very excited that she has friends. Cassandra Jones was once a Girl Scout rivalry, but they bonded over fighting and now they’re friends.

The Bauza family lives in the second floor above the dance academy. There’s noise coming from below all hours of the day, Lou has it muffled with carpets and rugs. Because Lou is convinced that the Shredder will come after his family, he subtly trains them in the arts of ninjutsu. As fun family games, because he doesn’t want to worry them and he doesn’t want them to resent him. Like ninja hide and go seek, the Lair games, mimicking Lou Jitsu movies, etc.

Lou has the Mystic Ability to convert ordinary objects into corresponding weapons. Like Karai and the Hamato Ninpo in 2018. At first he was proud of it, but eventually he thinks it to be curse. After many years of meditation and training, he was able to do the reverse, becoming able to convert weapons into ordinary objects.

Every weapon that Blue brought in Lou would take and change it. Steel fan into paper fan, rings into tambourines, a sword into an umbrella, an axe to a squeaky hammer, Sai into a spatula, ninja stars into glow in the dark stars, etc. As a reference to the 2003 Turtles – swords into toilet plungers, sai into spoons, bo staff into a broom, and nunchucks into toilet scrubbers.

Lou thought that the ability wouldn’t be passed on because he didn’t have any biological children. However, their strong bonds caused their own personal Mystic Abilities to show up in all of his kids. (including April and Cassandra.) Only Blue can do the weapon conversion, but he’s yet to learn how to change them back, matching 2012!Leo’s Healing Hands. Lou tries to impress on them that Ninja isn’t a valid career choice and to have back ups and other options.

Then 2012 rolls around. The Shredder shows up in New York. Shredder is not seeing the extreme lack of Foot Clan recruits in NYC because he’s focusing on the Hamato Clan being alive. He trusts Lou to run the Japanese branch of the Foot Clan while he “stamps out the survivors.”

Lou does not care that Yoshi might be alive and with a Clan. Lou sees his chance to end the cycle himself. So he subtly starts to run the Foot Clan into the ground through terrible management.

2012!Karai shows up and has a few hangouts with the Bauza boys. It becomes clear that they have different parental standards. The boys are torn between being afraid of her and wanting to protect her from her terrible Dad.

It becomes funny how much that Lou is destroying the Foot Clan when he’s supposed to be protecting it. It’s even funnier when Shredder doesn’t even notice, getting more and more angry with “some Turtles” that get into his way.

Shredder sends Lou to fight the Turtles. Lou panics because “Wow Yokai exist – oh no they’re the same age as my boys!” and he’s on the defensive. Thanks to his chronic fatigue, he nearly loses to the 2012 Turtles. Rai, Ryan, Blue, and Angelo show up to defend him, rushing out in their civilian clothes. They all pair up against their counterpart.

Ryan goes, “Purple’s my favorite color – let me do this!” and attacks Donatello. Their bo staffs are matching up, but Ryan has a little more technique, able to stay back and not allowing purple turtle to get hits in.

“Woah, you’re named Leo? Like – is that short for something? Leandro? Lorenzo? Leonidas?” Blue asks, their huge odachi clashing against the twin katanas.

“Leonardo.” the turtle spits out.

“Cool because I’ve been looking for a new name, and I don’t want repeats.” he turns and shouts to the paired off siblings, “Guess what~ I’m neon Leon~”

“Great but we need to get Pops outta here – Tell me you’re charged up!” Rai shouts over the din, sai twisting the tonfa out of his hands. Mystic energy wraps around his fist and pummels the red-banded turtle, knocking him to the wall.

Orange turtle and Angelo are sitting on the ground and trying to untangle their weapons. “Can you put your whole body in your shell?”, “Not without help.”

Anyway – the Bauza boys get away. Since Lou isn’t awake to get a bad boss punishment from Shredder, Rai gets a punch. Leon makes sure that he’s bandaged up. They’re also freaking out, realizing that “it’s not just a game” and “Pops was teaching them how to stay safe”.

Lou wakes up, hugs them, talks to them about their family. The cycle of violence, the fact that everything he’s been doing has been trying to end this. “While I wasn’t sure that the Hamato Clan would be coming back, I knew that the Shredder coming for us was very real.” The boys create their ninja outfits and dedicate themselves to getting better so they won’t have to go through this again.

The turtles go back to see Master Splinter. Splinter explains that the Mystic family was always a support to the Shredder. That their abilities were rival to the Hamato Clan’s own Healing Hands.

Lou learns that Rai took his punishment and starts to get really mad. With his kid’s help, they devise a plan. Because the Shredder is so focused on the Hamato Clan, he’ll make him listen by setting up an ambush.

Since Lou needs as much energy as possible, their last day before the ambush is filled with a movie marathon, naps and karaoke. If this is the last time that they’re a whole family, they’re going to enjoy it.

Big fight happens, Lou is able to chain up Shredder so he can have a face to face talk. “You don’t check up on me enough.”

The Hamato Clan shows up and he also chains them up.

Rai pops up. “Hang tight. Shreddy isn’t returning our calls, so we figure dangling his sworn enemies in front of him is a good way to make him listen.

“We’re about to have $500 worth of therapy for the low cost of a half-hour of your time.” Leon says

“We are both Foot Clan. But you know? There is a difference between us.”

“You lacked the drive to take down the Hamatos? Any discipline to raise your sons as warriors? You’re a disgrace to this family.”

“You had a family. You had the Hamato behind you. You had Yoshi beside you. And you still destroyed it.”

“They were Hamato!”

“Then they followed you into the Foot – without question!” Lou stomps his foot. “If I’m the only one who sees that – hypocrisy, then I suppose I’m the only one who’s done anything about it.”

Shredder is not paying attention. He’s looking at the Rat Yokai that just broke in. “Seriously?” he said. “I just confessed that I took down your entire Clan and you don’t even look at me?” He binds up Splinter. “I’ve got a limited time. I’ll set you both loose and you can chase each other, Mr. Rat.”

Shredder starts laughing. “Why are you turning your back to an enemy? That’s Hamato Yoshi.”

Lou stops. Blinks. Does a double take. Makes a joke about how Splinter still looks hot. There’s a chorus of “eewws” from the Bauza boys and Mikey.

“Alright, since you’re not paying attention – You never do.” he sighed. “You had a family. You’ve always had a Clan. Do you know how much I wanted that?”

April’s steel fan comes out and he converts it into a paper fan. “You! Stupid! Fool! You could have had a loving family, and you fight! You always do! You have brought both Clans to their end – and I don’t want any further part in it!” He turns to look between them. “I’m not letting you destroy my family with our feud. I will not pursue you or my clan’s vengeance. If you want to kill me for your sake, I will defend myself. This cycle ends with me.”

Anyway the 2018 boys disappear. There’s a fight, but it stops.

They only come back once in a while as background characters. Then they show up as extra fighters in Karai’s New Foot Clan. Lou doesn’t know. Lou will be pissed.

So in 2012 there were certain parallels. If Leo = Splinter (dutiful son), and Raphael = Shredder (angrily focused on the wrong thing), then Michelangelo = Lou Jitsu (has talent but doesn’t use it properly).

[casspurrjoybell-32]

All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 33a

*Warning Adult Content*

Liam

"I'm going to miss you bro," my sister, Kayla hugged me as we stood waiting at the airport for my plane.

"I know... me too," I said.

"Well it was nice having you over even though most of the time you were in pain," she joked bumping our shoulders together.

I blushed

"Yeah. I'm sorry about that... again."

"No, it cool, you have a mate and I respect your decision to keep that part of the relationship strictly romantic," she said wiggling her eyebrows suggestively and I rolled my eyes.

I had told her about Aiden, only because she pestered me none stop.

And she went ballistic, jumping off her apartment walls with excitement till her neighbors ordered her to knock it off.

But still she did a silent happy dance, saying she always wanted a gay brother.

I would have stayed with her longer but I had to get back to Aiden, it was killing me slowly the longer I stayed away.

My wolf was becoming restless, wanting the touch our mate, to bask in his warmth, to inhale his sweet smell and not to mention devour his soft warm mouth.

"Okay, your plane is here," she said a bit reluctantly.

Smiling I gave her a nice big hug.

"I'll come back to see you soon and I'll bring Aiden with me," I said, her face brightened.

"Yay," she yelled, starting to jump up and down again clapping her hands.

"Alright, I got to go."

I kissed her cheek and picked up my bag.

"Bye Liam."

I turned and entered the terminal.

The whole time on the plane I couldn't stop the stupid grin that was plastered on my face.

I was going back home and I would be able to see him again.

I missed Aiden so much, I just wanted to hear his voice.

For the last two weeks I couldn't stop thinking about what happened after the full moon came, how the fire started to build in my veins and my world became hazy.

The pain was so much that my sister had to help me into an ice bath.

The heat was worse this time around but once the week was up it went away thankfully.

Kayla begged me to stay another week when I began packing so I could go back to Aiden but since I hadn't seen my sister in so long so I gave in and stayed.

Now I just wanted to envelop my mate in an hour long hug and make out session.

"Excuse me sir but would you like anything?"

I looked up to see one of the flight attendants.

"A glass of water please."

She nodded and walked off.

I rested my head on the back of my seat and closed my eyes.

A couple of hours and I'll be happily in my mates arms.

****

"How was your sister?" my mom asked.

My parents had come to pick me from the airport.

"She's good. She has a concert coming up soon and asked me to tell you guys to come," I told them looking out the window.

How long does it take to go home?

My leg was jumping impatiently the whole ride.

"Oh goodie. We're all going to have to go and see it. I'll call her when we get home," mom replied excitedly.

I sighed biting the inside of my cheek.

"So Liam, your father told me what happened the other day. You found your mate," she says. turning around in her seat beaming at me.

"He did, did he?" I said turning my head towards my dad as he kept his eyes on the road.

"Tell us about her," my mom pushed.

I really wanted to... I was going to tell the truth right then but suddenly I realized the conversation I had with Aiden before I left.

He didn't want me to say anything... he practically had a panic attack when I brought up meeting my parents.

And I knew that they would do everything to find him.

But they would be looking for a girl but it wouldn't be hard to figure out when they did finally see Aiden again.

We were mated they would know right away.

"I think it's best to wait for anything more on my mate right now," I told them.

My mom pouted.

"But why, I want to meet her," she whined but I shook my head.

"Not now."

She shrugged.

"Well I guess it's time to start planning the Alpha ceremony," she gushed and I rolled my eyes.

We'll see how long that enthusiasm of hers lasts.

Once we pulled up to the pack house I was out the door before the car stopped and up the steps to my bedroom.

I throw my bags in the corner of my room and took a quick shower Aiden on my mind the entire time.

Should I call him first or just show up?

I was done and dressed in a matter of minutes and down the stairs.

I'll just show up and surprise him.

"Where's Liam?" Dom's frantic voice reached my ears as I was just about to run out the door.

Stopping I turned around and walked to were his voice was coming from.

"Dom, calm down," my dad said his voice calm and smooth.

"Alpha, I really need to speak to him."

I reach the siting room where my dad and Dom were standing.

Dad had a concerned and confused expression on his face.

"Please," he begged.

"What?" I asked him worried.

Dom has never acted like this before so I was beginning to worry.

He spun around at the sound of my voice and I knew something wasn't right, his face was etched in sorrow and fear.

I watched his throat work.

"What Dom? What wrong?" my words came out slow as panic set in.

Please don't say what I think it is... please, please, please.

It was becoming hard to breath all of a sudden.

"Liam..." he paused his lips tight and his eyes filled with grief.

"Spit it out Dominic."

Fright taking hold of my body.

"Liam... it's... it's Aiden," he whispered and my heart stopped.

'No, no, no.'

"W-what's wrong with h-him?" I stuttered dreading to hear what he had to say. "

"Aiden? What's going on?" my dad interrupted but I paid no attention.

"What happened?" I yelled causing both Dom and my dad to flinch.

He dropped his head.

"He's in the hospital."

My heart dropped along with my world as everything began to spin.

I turned on my heel blocking out my dad and Dom's concerned voices call me back.

I heard their footsteps rushing behind me but I didn't stop.

I ran out the front door and climbed in my father's car... thankfully the keys were still in the ignition.

I started it just as my dad opened the passenger door and Dom in the back seat.

'This can't be happening, this isn't happening,' I said over and over in my head.

He was in the hospital and no one called me to tell me this?

How badly was he hurt?

I felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest at every excruciating beat, the whole drive to the hospital.

"Dom, what's going on?" my dad asked him as he looked over at me the whole time.

I never heard Dom's answer because before I knew it we pulled into the hospital parking lot.

Parking at an odd angle I jumped out of the car rushing to the front doors of the emergency room and ran to the front desk.

"Can I help you?" the lady asked me barley glancing at me from the computer.

"I want to see Aiden," I demanded unable to keep my anger and fear from my voice.

What if she told me that he was dying or worst dead?

My heart was beating erratically as my dad came up to my side.

"Last name?" she said with a bored tone.

I growled ready to jump this desk and rip her throat out.

My dad's arm came across my chest as he restrained me.

"Carlisle," his voice was deep and calm.

I was about ready to start pacing at how slow she was taking.

"Liam calm down," Dad told me keeping a close eye on me.

Dom placed a hand on my shoulder but none of what they were doing was helping I just wanted my mate.

"Alright... uh... Aiden Carlisle is in room 213 in the ICU," her mundane voice grating on my nerves.

With a growl I tore down the hospital searching franticly for the numbers.

Dom and dad behind me but never saying a word.

I found the number and the scent of Aiden's blood was heavy in the air as it seeped through the door, I whimpered as the smell hit me.

Shaking, I opened the door and was met with a sight that almost brought me down to my knees.

"Aiden?" barley a whisper I rushed to his side ignoring Aiden's dad who sat in the chair in the corner of the room.

"Aiden?" I called to him again.

He had a white bandage wrapped around his head and a tube was in his mouth...his eyes were closed.

He was so pale it worried me.

"Aiden wake up. I'm here," I ordered softly to him touching his face... he so was cold.

I wanted to see his blue eyes... I wanted him to tell me he was going to be okay.

That it was nothing and he would be going home with me right now.

"Aiden?" I called again a little louder.

Nothing.

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

TW: religion (christianity) homophobia and transphobia

So this is a vent I guess? I don't know how to start this. I have good parents, I do. Everything they do they do because they are trying to do right by my siblings and I. But I have a complicated relationship with my dad. If he's around, I feel safe, and yet he makes me so tense. I don't know how to explain that very well. I don't worry for my safety when he's around (I will kinda contradict this later. I'm just doing my best to explain my feelings toward him right now). But, last year, a friend of mine had their 18th birthday and invited me to go to the mall with them, their older sister, and their mother. I happily went along because I had nothing else going on that weekend (The mall was the main thing but it wasn't the only thing). I spent about 36-40 hours with only those three people. And while I was with them I realized something. I had relaxed. I didn't even know how on edge I was all of the time in my own home. My friend is queer, as is their mom. And their sister is an ally. I didn't have to fear being myself and it was so nice. Both of my parents are homophobic, but in slightly different ways. My dad, I think, is worse when it comes to homophobia and transphobia. He once demanded my brother (10 years old) turn off a cartoon because a boy had a crush on another boy. He has no problem if he watches adult movies, though. He's against gay marriage, and he's talked about that plenty. I remember once he sent me a horrid video of a pastor yelling derogatory things about queer people. I was in the car with my mom and my three younger siblings that day. I cried for maybe five minutes, though I had enough practice at that point I was able to do it quietly and without anyone noticing. It hurt immensely. My dad likes talking politics and religion with friends and family, which I hate, because I will often get dragged into the conversations if I am around. And if the topic of queer people comes up, I immediately start panicking. Like heart racing hands shaking et cetera. Every time I was dragged into one I had to throw my my identity and my friends under the bus as to not get found out. I was terrified of getting found out by anyone. Especially close family and neighbors. I had a family member tell my younger brother he'd shoot him if he was gay. Neither of us knew if he was joking. He's not afraid of shooting at people. He's done it plenty. But knowing this came from someone I've always trusted with secrets and someone who I would tell ghost stories with when I was younger killed me inside. To put it simply, I didn't feel safe being myself in my own home. And my dad, who I usually sought comfort in, always made things worse. Years and years of this shit took it's toll on me. Sometimes I'd be up hours after I was supposed to be sleeping because I feared dying in my sleep and waking up in hell for the great sin of existing. Everyday, I was worried he'd say something bigoted or send me something bigoted or place me into a position to have to say something bigoted. And when I was away for awhile I calmed down. Because I didn't have to worry. I didn't fully relax until Sunday, but I still hadn't let my guard down that much around an authority figure (my friend's mom that I've known since birth) in forever. I honestly can't remember when I had before that. I don't know. I've been wanting to say all of this for awhile. I feel like I'm complaining or I'm ungrateful. I have a father who loves me and is in my life. I just, he's caused me a lot of pain, you know? I just needed to get this off my chest.

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry about what you've been going through.

Please know that your complaints are valid and you're not ungrateful. Your dad sounds disrespectful of your identity and other people who identify similarly. You don't deserve to put up with that.

It's okay if you have mixed feelings towards your dad. On one hand he loves you and is in your life, but on the other hand he says things that are so hurtful that you're afraid to be yourself around him. Both of these feelings are valid.

If you can access or afford it, and if you don't already have it, I recommend looking into getting a therapist. A mental health professional could help you process these experiences and anything you may be dealing with as a result. You deserve the best care available, especially with everything you've been dealing with.

I hope that you can get to live in a place where you feel safe. I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[twinklelilstarkey]

Tutor: Sunbathing - Rafe Cameron

Words: 5.4k+ Type: Smut Summary: It's one of those hot days in OBX, and Rafe comes over once more. Warnings: Fem!Reader [no mentions of race or bodytype]. Mentions of controlling parents, an ex-boyfriend (who does not satisfy their partner in bed), nosey neighbors, and pressure to be perfect. FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIP. SMUT {risk of getting caught / almost public sex, oral sex (fem receiving), piv, no protection (she takes the pill), hair pulling, dom!Rafe, sub!reader}

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It has been exactly a week since Rafe came over for the first time, and every moment of that night and the following morning is still in your mind.

In the morning, you remember that you were the first one to wake up. You expected to be in the exact same position you were when you fell asleep, but, in some weird way, Rafe was lying on his stomach and you were on his back. How you two flipped around, you have absolutely no idea, but it happened.

Getting up wasn’t easy. You underestimated the hell out of how sore you would be, but you took your time and eventually got to the bathroom.

Midway through your shower, you may or may not have had company. Due to your soreness, all the two of you did was kiss and, well, shower. You’ve never felt your heart so full and happy other than in moments like those. Being near Rafe still felt mind-blowing to you, for some reason.

After the shower, you both got breakfast and talked while sitting on the couch of your living room. You felt like you were smiling at everything he said or asked, and Rafe listened to your every word.

Unfortunately, he did have to leave at some point. Your parents said they were going to be home by 11, and, at the time, it was nearing 10. You couldn't risk either of them seeing Rafe as you're sure that they would kill you on the spot if they did. But you can't exactly say you didn't consider staying with him for just a minute longer.

You two finally exchanged numbers, so you can (finally) always text him or call him. You kissed him goodbye and, right as the door closed behind him, you dramatically covered your mouth and sat on the ground for at least 2 good minutes. It wasn’t until you heard his bike driving away that you squealed happily and jumped around the house because you, YOU, are officially in a relationship with Rafe.

In what seems like the universe hates you, in the days that followed, you two had close to no time together. You had to tutor Wheezie every single day due to a test coming up, and your friends would always be outside in the driveway when you finished. Meaning that Rafe wasn’t able to drive you home once. You saw him in the hallway maybe 2 times, but that was it. Due to the work trip that your parents took, they also happen to take days off. So, the house always had one of them inside. Your friends were constantly coming over after school as well. Therefore, making every second of your days impossible for Rafe to show up at least once.

It was not easy but a possibility opened up just this week. Your parents are going to be over at a friend's place for lunch and, as always, spend the afternoon talking between themselves - as it has been so long since they last saw each other.

And poor you. You will miss out on all that fun. 

“You can’t order pizza again this week.” Your mom tells you and you sigh.

“But I don’t want to cook.” You whine at her, waving your hand around from dramatization.

Your mom does this a lot. She always wants to know what you’re eating to know if you’re actually doing it. She promises that it’s for your own good, but this also comes with not letting you have more than one ‘easy’ meal a week. Not even if you’re stressed with school, because your mom is the type that wants you to take breaks and actually cook something for yourself in those situations.

You watch as she fetches the cookbook that she swears by with every meal and try to peek as she chooses something for you to make. You wait and listen to her patiently, deciding to just do as she says.

When done, she pokes the book while making eye contact with you. She doesn't move away from it until you walk over to it and begin to read the contents of the damned cookbook. As you do so, she goes to do a quick run to her bedroom to get her last accessory for today.

“Are you planning on having anyone over?” She asks as she’s coming down the stairs.

“Not sure,” You lie, “Why?”

“Your room looks a little messy.” She tells you as she reaches the doorway, and you give her a glare for going into your room, “I’m just saying.”

She walks over to the fridge to grab a water bottle and stops behind you, peeking over your shoulder to check if you’re actually considering cooking or not. You listen to her crack the bottle open and take a sip.

“I also have to ask you something.” She says with a completely different tone, a softer one.

You hum for her to continue to speak as you change pages, wanting to see what else you could eat. She doesn’t protest with what you’re doing, thankfully.

“Last week,” She starts, and you look up from the book at her quickly, “The neighbors told me something.”

Your breathing falters at her words, and you turn completely around to face her.

“I didn’t mention it to you before, because I thought it would be… awkward between us.” She tells you, “But I just want you to be honest.”

“Okay?” You force out a chuckle, trying to seem normal.

“Did you have a boy over on the morning after I went out of the island with your dad?” She asks, and your heart eases at the lack of the name ‘Rafe’ in the sentence.

You sigh still and turn back to face the book. Your mom knows how you don’t like how much she gossips with your neighbors. It's a constant thing she actually enjoys doing: talking about other people. The fact that you can easily be the topic of conversation in their gossip sessions is terrifying. And today is just showing you how possible it is.

Truth is, someone could’ve easily seen that the boy that came over was Rafe. Gosh, maybe they did see it. They just aren’t telling your mom.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

You pause your reading to give her a glare once more, and she shrugs, putting her bag over her shoulder, getting ready to leave.

You open your mouth to scold her for it, but the sound of your dad coming down the stairs stops you.

“Do not tell him.” You simply tell her.

“Of course, not.” Your mother whispers at you, giving you a look as if it said 'I'm not stupid'.

The reason that is, it's because your father is the strictest out of both of them. He hates simple ideas such as your friends coming over to the house, and, especially, into your room. His way of parenting you is much, much more strict and has way more rules than your mother's ever did.

His rules include no boyfriends, no sleepovers with boys, and anything related to the opposite sex. He’s more okay with you having girl-friends, but even that has rules. He also says that you can’t go to too many parties in one week, or sleep over at any of your friends' houses on nights that you’ve drunk. That last one especially is highly prohibited.

Your dad appears in the kitchen doorway, and the two of you offer him sweet smiles, acting innocent - as if you weren’t just talking about a thing that would make him most possibly combust.

Your phone vibrates in front of you, and you flip it just so no one reads the notification on your screen.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go with us?” Your father asks, secretly jealous that you’re not obligated to leave the house on a Sunday, while he is.

“Yes, I am.” You tell him.

“If any of the girls come over for the afternoon,” Your mom starts, and your dad looks at her as she talks to you, “Make sure you tidy your room just a bit, okay?”

You give her a short nod, and she gives you a kiss on the head as her goodbye. You wave as the both of them leave the kitchen and remind you of all of your responsibilities while they’re going to be out for a few hours. You sigh as you answer with a bunch of different variations of “okay” and “got it”.

The front door opens and closes, and you let out a sigh. You distance yourself from the cookbook and look around, lost in your thoughts.

If your mom knows that a boy was here and she didn’t ask any more questions than that, you can bet your money that she has no idea that he spent the night. If she had known, the conversation would’ve been totally different, and your dad would’ve been, most definitely, brought into the conversation as well.

You do remember that you checked the doors and windows of your neighbors when Rafe came in, but when he left... God, how could you forget? You could’ve come up with a lie by now to your mom if you had seen someone outside, and you wouldn’t be under her radar because you became suddenly friends with a boy.

Yes, because that is truly the end of the world, isn't it?

The situation with your parents is that they like the fact that they are on the stricter side. You don’t consider their parenting overbearing since they do let you live your life from time to time. But there are times that you don’t like certain things. You already are of age, you’re graduating this year, and yet they still protect you and limit your interactions with anyone if it means that you will be in safe hands.

Of course, it's for your greater good and for your safety, but it's infuriating at times.

And about the problems with boys. It's a tad weird to explain. They might have hated the idea at first, but you’ve been in a relationship before. It was an exact year ago, and his name was Aiden.

Aiden was well put together, charming, and he was extremely nice to people. He was a kook and had a clear distaste for some other kooks. Yet he was the stereotypical kook ‘good boy’. He went to almost no parties - your dad already loved him for this -, never did any drugs, had good grades, a lot of friends and he treated you very well. That is why he became the exception to the "no boyfriends" rule in the first place. He was perfect.

He also was the one that took your virginity. Your parents would’ve died if they ever even heard a mumble about this, but it's true. At the time, you felt like the moment was right and did it. Overall, it's truly a story to forget. You didn’t have a good time, you were in pain and, unsurprisingly, ended the night unsatisfied.

Your relationship lasted 4 months, and you can count on one finger how many times you actually felt satisfied.

This entire relationship, even though perfect in your parents' eyes, ended because of you. You didn’t feel attracted to Aiden anymore, or for the month before that. You had been avoiding him to avoid the breakup itself, and he had had enough of that.

When you broke up, it wasn’t pretty. He was mad and very, very sad. While you… Well, you just started to talk and continued to ask for the end of your relationship while he cried. It probably was very insensitive of you, but you really just wanted to get out of that relationship. You didn't feel happy in it anymore. What else could you have done?

Your parents were heartbroken too and highly confused about how normal you were with the whole thing. They couldn't understand that you just didn't find yourself attracted to him anymore. They even used words such as "absurd" to define your reasoning behind the breakup. They expected you to come back to Aiden in a space of a week. Then they decided on a month. And, slowly, you let their dreams go right down the drain.

Also, at that time, you were already ogling someone else. No wonder you weren't attracted to your boyfriend of 4 months. You had none other than Rafe Cameron at your new job!

You've thought about this many times and, maybe, this is why you like Rafe so much. He makes you feel good and has yet to leave you unsatisfied one time. Yes, he is a horrible comparison to someone like Aiden, especially when it comes to their personalities, but you’re starting to think that it's just how it works for you. They're different. Very, very different. Aiden is soft whereas Rafe is rough. The way they act and the way they treat you are different. Yet you find yourself preferring Rafe every single time.

The vibrating of your phone snaps you awake from your thoughts, and you grab it, reading the texts quickly. You answer back with the instructions on how to not get caught by the neighbors, and your heart naturally speeds up at the thought. Rafe answers back quickly, and you try to control your smiling.

He's coming over again.

(...)

“They’re just nosy, that’s all.” You explain to the man behind you as you pull the door of your backyard open.

Both you and Rafe walk out into the sun. You have just got done eating your lunch, and you two are finally doing what you had planned. OBX is under one of those excruciatingly hot days, and whoever is out of their houses is either swimming in the sea or in their pools. And you happen to have one, while Rafe does not.

The warm air circles the both of you as Rafe closes the door behind him. You walk in front of him, throwing the towels onto the chair under the large umbrella, and grab your phone from the elastic of your shorts, discarding it on top of the towels.

“How nosy?” Rafe finally asks behind you.

“Enough for the whole street to almost know who is visiting who at ungodly hours.” You tell him before you turn to face him.

Rafe has a smirk on his face, and you look up at him as he walks up to stand closer to you.

“Do they know?” He asks.

“If they did, I would already be six feet under.” You tell him honestly, and that makes him laugh. “I’m not joking.” You say with a smile.

Rafe nods as you say that, yet doesn’t offer any commentary.

In these past few days, while the two of you were away from each other, Rafe has had it rough. If he thought that he could get you out of his head now that he very much has you, he was dead wrong.

You hunt his mind when he’s with his friends, in the middle of meals with his family, when he’s trying to sleep, everywhere and at every time of day. Even when he gets high. He has to hold himself back various times to not just drive over to your house and feed into his urges. Getting to see you today is almost like a breath of fresh hair after having been suffocated for so long. And that might be why he can't seem to take his eyes off you.

Yet, in the middle of all his suffering, Rafe likes, in a very twisted way, the fact that you can’t be seen with him. He knows the consequences, or maybe only some of them, and that makes things shift inside of him.

It might be the thrill of ever getting caught, but he knows it's more than that. It has to do with you and how you are. You're someone who shouldn't even be near someone like him. You should be kept far, far away. Away from him ever destroying you as people may think. Yet here you are, texting him and taking him into your home as if it's nothing. You are the perfect naive prey, but who is Rafe to complain?

When Rafe snaps awake from his thoughts, you begin to take off your clothes. If he was staring before, he sure is staring now. You're wearing a small pink triangle bikini top, and the way the fabric squeezes your boobs into place is almost working like a magnet with Rafe's concentration.

He can already tell that he highly underestimated ever spending a day by the pool with you. All it's doing is making him think of how you look under said fabric. The images in his mind aren't hard to find and it’s not doing him any favors.

You’re completely oblivious to his staring. You’re done pulling down your shorts and are walking towards the pool. Rafe watches as you carefully dip the tip of your toe in, testing the temperature of the water, and the expression on your face makes it clear as day that you are not getting in that ice-cold water any soon.

A small gasp escapes your mouth when you feel it, and Rafe smiles at you when you look at him in shock. You face the pool once more and sigh. No matter what you do, you know you're not getting in.

You turn back around to face a shirtless Rafe now putting down his phone over the table just beside the chairs. You walk back towards him, and he looks down at you as you stand beside him. You lean your cheek against the warm skin of his bicep and look around the backyard to get ready to move in the hot weather.

After arranging everything, including the chairs and the towels, you've just taken your seat on one of them when you remember that you forgot the waters.

“I can go grab them.” Rafe offers after you let him know.

Rafe disappears into the house, and your overthinking mind quickly makes you do a once-over of your neighbors' balconies.

It's a little scary but you try to look for any peeping eyes. The fence of your yard is pretty tall, so it would be improbable for someone to peek inside. It would only work if someone got a ladder to do it, which is improbable since no one would ever work that hard for gossip (right?). The balconies and windows are truly the only things you have to worry about. They have a clear view of your backyard. But, right as you look at them, all that you find are empty balconies and curtain-covered windows.

You force yourself to take a deep breath and relax. No one will catch you, there's no way.

The door slides back open, and you watch as Rafe comes back with two cold water bottles. He walks over to you and comes to stand in the shade of the umbrella.

Rafe's eyes lay on you to admire you while you’re leaning back on your chair. You have one leg up, and your whole body is almost like in a display. Leaning back and facing the other side of the backyard, distracted for just a second. That damned bikini never leaves his sight though, ever.

It's while you're distracted that he leans the freezing bootle onto the warm skin of your knee. You gasp at the temperature of the bottle against you, and, when you go to take the bottle from his hand, Rafe pulls it away.

Playfully, he leans the bottle against your arm next and pulls away again before you could grab it. The two of you laugh at one another. All while the contrast of your hot skin and the cold bottle makes chills run down your body, and make you unconsciously gasp each time.

“Stop that.” You giggle at him.

Rafe keeps doing it with a smile on his face, right as you continue to struggle. You huff with impatience and lean back on the chair, finally giving up. Rafe chuckles and looks down at you seriously this time. The way your body looks is making begin to feel lightheaded, and he swears that he doesn't want to take his eyes off you, ever.

Only after a few seconds more of his staring, you stare at Rafe a little confused with what he's doing, and that's exactly when he lays the cold bottle, for the last time, right in between your boobs.

He finally lets you snatch the bottle from his hand, and you give him a look, one that only worsened his amusement.

“Asshole.” You add, trying to look annoyed but failing as your smile comes back.

You notice, this time, Rafe's eyes on your body, but you don't say or do anything. You simply put down the bottle on the table beside you and sigh. You lay your feet on the chair, folding your legs, and Rafe takes it as an opportunity to sit in front of you.

You stare at him while he sits, and decide to playfully lay one of your legs over his lap. He stares up at you, following the path from your leg all the way up to your face, and one of his hands quickly lays and smooths over it. You're leaning back comfortingly and watching Rafe as he moves.

As he looks away from your face, he appears to be deep in thought, and you can tell that by the way his movements slow down and seem lighter. You watch him yet don't ever say a thing.

When he looks back at you, his hand on you comes back as heavy as it was at the start, and you feel him slide it all the way up to your hips. You look down to see him play with the side of the bikini bottoms, and you see the way his fingers work with the tied knot.

“How strict are your parents?” He asks out of nowhere.

His eyes lift up at yours, and you tilt your head in thought. You think for a little, trying to find a good enough short answer that defines your parents.

“They're a little strict. But not a lot, I don't think.” You answer simply.

He nods, accepting your answer, and you watch him, trying to understand what he’s trying to get at.

“Never let me have a pet.” You add.

Rafe raises his eyes up at yours and smiles.

“That’s your only complaint?” He asks, and you chuckle at him.

“The one that hurts the most.” You tell with a dramatic tone yet still with your bright smile.

He hums with a chuckle, and you look down at his hand on top of your leg.

“Why do you ask?”

He shakes his head dismissively at first, and his words only come out after a few seconds as he squeezes onto your upper thigh.

“Just wanted to know.”

You adjust your position on the chair, and Rafe’s eyes move back to your body. You sigh, finding it hard to breathe freely with the too-warm air, and sit up.

As you do it, you notice how you’re a bit closer to Rafe than you first expected to be, but you’re easily distracted from that as your eyes move over to the balconies all over again.

“Want to go back inside?” Rafe asks as he does the same thing as you, following your gaze.

“No, no. It’s okay.” You tell him.

You lay a kiss on his cheek before he looks back at you. Rafe turns his head right after and you lay a kiss on his lips. It's a long peck at first. Your hands stay on your lap while his stay on your hip. When you pull away, there's nothing but silence between the two of you.

It's you that starts the second kiss as well. Your hands come to lay over Rafe's cheeks, and his hand begins to move up and down your leg once again. Rafe squeezes the flesh of your thigh and, when he does it again, he squeezes it tighter than before.

He leans you back on the chair while deep in the kiss, and you relax underneath him. His hands move to lay beside your torso, and he pulls away from the kiss. You look at him as he moves to sit right in between your legs, and your lips connect again once he's done, all as your palms smooth down his muscled shoulders.

Rafe grabs onto your legs and pulls you down, making you squeak in surprise against his mouth. You're now laying down and your legs are wide open and over Rafe's, giving him more than enough space. You’ve shamelessly missed every single bit of this.

One of your hands gets lost in his hair, and Rafe pulls back from the kiss, beginning to kiss down your neck. He gets to your chest and with one swift move, he pushes the fabric of your small bikini to the side and exposes your tits.

You gasp as he brings his mouth to one of your nipples, and you cling further to his hair. Rafe holds you in place as you move under him and moan out lowly as soon as he nips at the sensitive skin. The sensation of his warm tongue and lips makes your entire body burn from underneath him. The sound of your moan was a little too loud, and Rafe smiles as he shushes you. You try to keep yourself composed as he moves on to your other boob, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he does so, but you find it hard to do as soon as he begins.

All that Rafe does feels so much better for no real reason. You can't ever understand it. It can sometimes be as simple as a touch on your leg or a kiss, and it will always be a thousand times better with him doing it.

He pulls away and sits up, admiring the view before him. Your body is laid down on the chair, tits exposed to your entire backyard and what you have left to cover you is just a bit more pink fabric. Rafe brings his hands to your hips and swiftly undoes the knots of your bottoms, uncovering you completely before him. He swears that something in him burned to ashes at this newer view.

Rafe looks over his shoulder, checking the balconies all over again and making you almost snap away from the pleasurable moment, and he smiles as he looks back at you. Anyone could see you right now, yet you don't ever tell him to stop.

Rafe moves back on the chair, getting some distance between the two of you, and before you can even question it, he leans down and buries his head in between your legs.

Your eyes widen in surprise, and Rafe's tongue licks through the middle of your folds, collecting all of your juices right away. You move around on the chair and involuntarily move your hips to meet his mouth. Rafe forces your legs open with his hands, and you let him, letting yourself become absolute putty in his hands. His tongue laps at your entire wet cunt and he almost moans at the taste of it.

You bring one of your hands to the top of his head and cling on to him as he begins to suck your clit into his mouth. You bite your bottom lip, trying to catch most of your sounds that threaten to escape, and Rafe releases it. His tongue finds your soaked entrance all over again and his nose moves against your clit as his hands cling onto your flesh.

“Rafe.” You whisper his name breathlessly, and his grip on you tightens.

You look down at him, smoothing his hair back as he eats you out. Your entire body is in some strange sense of euphoria. You have never had anyone do this to you before. You’re experiencing this all for the first time, and Rafe doesn’t even have a clue.

His mouth comes back to move over your clit, and you whimper, slightly muffling it by your own lips at the last second.

Rafe moves his tongue over it time and time again, and your hips move under him, making him lift his mouth off of you out of nowhere. You look down at him, and he almost sends you a glare. Holy shit. He doesn’t have to say anything as you still your hips and cutely look at him as an apology. Rafe gives you a warning with his silence, and, soon, his mouth comes back to you.

His lips cover your clit again, he sucks on it a bit stronger than before, and he lets go of it as he looks up at you to watch your reaction. A sheer layer of sweat has begun to make your body shine under the light, from both the pleasure and the heat that intensifies around you two, and Rafe groans against your clit as he brings it into his mouth again.

Two of his fingers slide inside of you, and you notice how you didn’t even feel him lift his hand from your leg. You force yourself to keep your hips steady. You feel him slide his fingers in and out of you, and, when you look down, you watch as them glisten. Rafe’s eyes meet yours, and he smiles before pushing his fingers back in and reaching deep into you before bringing his mouth back to you.

You feel his fingers slide in and move inside of you and you cling onto Rafe's hair, bringing your other hand to your mouth, covering it just in case anything escapes. You already feel the bottom of your stomach burning with lust and, every time you look down at Rafe, everything feels so much more intense. Your legs have moved with some sort of spasms. Your entire doesn't even know what to do with the feeling, and Rafe could not care less.

As his lips stay on your clit, his fingers continue to work inside you and he curves them as he moves in and out. You cry out against your palm, and Rafe grunts. His shorts have never been so tight in his life.

“Please, don’t stop, Rafe. Please.” You tell him, uncovering your mouth and letting your head lay back once more.

Rafe intensifies the movements of both his fingers and his tongue, and he has to hold your hips down with his free hand. He works his wet fingers quickly inside of you, and he moves his mouth away to stare at the way they go in and out of you.

He lays a kiss on the inside of your thigh and watches as you get nearer and nearer to your orgasm.

“Can I cum, please?” You ask him. Your attempts to keep your voice down are long forgotten. 

He doesn’t answer right away, trying to test you for just a tiny bit, and he slides in a third finger, making you grab on tighter to his hair. He smiles against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and brings your leg over his shoulder.

“You can cum, princess.” He says before bringing his mouth back to you.

His lips wrap around your clit again, and you lift your hand from his hair, knowing that you will pull on it too harshly if you keep going. You bring both of your hands over your mouth, and Rafe sucks onto your clit harder, and harder, making finally reach your orgasm.

Your back arches from the chair and your legs shake and try to close as you sob behind your palms. Rafe watches everything with pride in his eyes. He watches the way you squirm, hears the way you moan, feels the way your walls squeeze his fingers, and how you taste. He pulls his fingers away and goes back in with his mouth, licking and drinking all of your juices.

You pull your hands away as you breathe in and out shakily. Rafe notices your state and kisses your clit messily one last time, making you tense up under him as he smiles down at you.

He moves up to sit closer to you and hovers over your body. You look up at him with half-opened eyes, and he admires every inch of your skin. He could look at you all day.

You bring your hands up to hold onto him, as you always do, and Rafe kisses both of your palms before they get to lay over his cheeks. You force your weak body up and kiss his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue, and Rafe follows the kiss as you fall back on the chair. He deepens it, making you weakly moan against him, and he grunts before pulling away.

One of his hands comes to rest on your naked hips and one of yours disappears from his cheek. Rafe soon feels it on the hem of his shorts before you pull them down with no hesitation, making his cock spring free. His tip is red and he’s hard, really hard. You watch it as you wrap your hand around it. Your thumb is over his tip and Rafe groans from just your touch alone, feeling your fingertip wet with his precum.

You adjust your hips under his and Rafe moves a bit, getting into a comfortable position to actually fuck you in a chair. You pump his dick as soon as he stops moving, and you line him up with your entrance.

“Condom.” He reminds you.

You kiss him and his forearm lays next to your head.

“I’m taking the pill.”

Rafe doesn’t even think twice before he slides his cock inside of you. You gasp at the sensation and he swears under his breath. Both of your faces are so close to one another that you practically talk against each other's skin.

You feel so warm and wet, Rafe never thought anything could feel this good in his life. He almost has to take a deep breath and he pulls his head back a little to check on you. It doesn't take him long to begin to thrust into you, and you mewl from underneath him, already feeling pleasure get the best of you not even a minute in.

Rafe watches as your face frowns with pleasure and he begins to speed up as soon as he makes sure that you’re comfortable. He moves to hover over you and gets a better look at your naked body as he thrusts into you. It’s a view he’ll never get tired of in his whole life. Your whole body shifts underneath him and his stare as it's sensitive from your past orgasm, and he smiles at the worsening frown on your face.

Rafe keeps a slow pace yet his thrusts are harsh. He watches as you hold onto the arm of the chair tightly, and your body begins to move on the chair with the force of his thrusts. Rafe brings his hand away from near your head to hold onto the highest part of the chair, and he continues to move into you. There's a great distance between both of your bodies, leaving you now completely exposed to Rafe's eyes but, also, anyone else's.

Your wet walls squeeze him with his every move and Rafe’s free hand squeezes onto your thigh, still laid beside him. He watches as his cock slides in and out of you, always appearing wetter and wetter with each thrust, and the sight alone makes Rafe hold on tighter to the chair.

Your leg wraps around Rafe as you try to pull him nearer, and your whimpers continue to turn Rafe’s insides. Your noises always sound so soft and small, they match you, and that makes the man feral over every single thing about you.

Your sounds begin to become a little repetitive as there’s not one thrust that doesn't make you moan. Rafe knows that you’re already close yet keep on trying to hold back the intense feelings to not cum just yet.

He decides to speed up this time and your moans only get worse. They’re quicker, still following each thrust, and you look at him pleadingly.

“What is it, baby?”

You don’t answer, but you keep whimpering underneath him. He brings his fingers to your clit, and he works in very light and slow circles on top of the small bud, making you whimper a little louder this time.

“You’re so easy to please, princess.” He tells you, feeling your walls squeeze his cock.

You nod at him quickly, and his smile only grows as he puts some pressure on your clit. Your back lifts from the chair at that, and he watches it fall back in disappointment when he pulls them away. You subconsciously bring your hand to do it, but Rafe catches your wrist. His hold on your wrist is tight and almost hurtful but you’re not one to actually acknowledge the pain as pleasure seems to get the better of you right away.

Rafe angles his hips better as he holds your arm against the surface of the chair, and you whine from underneath him as his cock gets to touch every little spot inside of you.

“Don’t you even dare to think about doing that again.” He tells you harshly.

You sob out a cry of pleasure, and Rafe lets go of your wrist to touch your clit himself. You feel even wetter than before now, the squelching of his thrusts just being another sound that the two of you are not ashamed to silence.

Rafe works his fingers on your clit, and you can’t hold it in anymore.

“Can I cum, Rafe?”

“Already?” He teases you.

“Please.” You elongate the word as a frown comes back to your pretty face.

Rafe smiles and gives you a nod as a response. He keeps his movements consistent and soon you fall apart beneath him all over again. Your walls squeeze so tight that as he keeps thrusting into you, he feels his orgasm near as well. The squelching worsens and Rafe can see how his own skin and hair shine with your juices. He takes his hand away from your abused clit and focuses on his thrusts only.

Rafe grunts and holds onto the chair tighter, feeling his orgasm finally reach him too. As you feel his cum fill you with each movement of his, your body is still trying to calm down from everything that just happened. You close your eyes at the sensation and only open them several seconds later.

Rafe lets go of the chair and bring his forearm close to your head again, getting closer to you. The two of you breathe heavily onto each other’s faces, and Rafe leans his forehead against yours. The two of you are so sweaty and are in serious need of a shower. The air around you feels even more suffocating now, and the warmth around you is much, much worse.

Your hand comes to Rafe's cheek, and you close your eyes again, taking in the moment. Rafe lifts his forehead from yours and lays a kiss on it, then another on your lips.

You reopen your eyes and look at him, his blue eyes focused on you as he admires you with such care. He lays another soft kiss on your lips, and you caress his sweaty cheek with your thumb. Everything is so soft and sweet. It’s all so unnatural to Rafe but he doesn’t care. He lets himself experience every bit of it.

Your eyes lift from his as you remember where the two of you are. A small smile grows on your lips at how ridiculous and sudden it all seems in your mind.

“We need to get back inside.” You tell him, calming down your amusement.

Rafe nods and pecks your lips one last time. He makes sure to pull out slowly and only then bring his shorts back up. He covers your chest with your top and is careful with helping you put back on the other half, asking at least two times if you're okay.

The two of you stand up, and you hold on to Rafe as your legs get a little shaky. Your arm wraps around his torso and he grabs your stuff from the table before the two of you make your way to the inside of the air-conditioned house.

And right as you step back inside the cold house and close the door behind you, one of your neighbors finally lets her urges win and finally peeks outside.

She looks and looks and finds nothing but your family’s backyard. Empty. No one is outside, much to her confusion. There's really no one that could be the owners of the voices she heard. And she heard such weird noises too, she swore someone was right there.

She stands by her window for a little longer, holding her sheer curtain in her hand, trying to catch someone if they ever walk out of your house or from under the umbrella, yet you or Rafe never do such a thing.

Giving up, she finally takes a step back and sighs.

Such a weird thing.

Hope everyone liked this! If you have requested anything for this series/universe, do know that I've started working on it! I'm just respecting the story's timeline, so, you'll maybe have to wait for a few more smuts before the ones you requested get posted <3

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[shesinmy]

Hi! ur really one of the best jjk writer I've stumbled upon. I really love ur fics ESPECIALLY when you write about gojo. It all makes me giddy and blush on the inside. My fav is 'family curse' and its just aashsgsh a very strong willed reader, protective gojo and OUR child. Assggahh it all have everything I love. Is it okay if I request mommy reader defending(sassy reader just being a queen) their child from the gojo clan. I can imagine that the elders have this PURE hatered on reader because reader is "hiding" a strong asset (the elders will literally see the child as only WEAPON). And maybe the elders sending assassins to kill off reader or they'll do something darastic that involve ERASING reader out of the picture.

FULFILLING THE PROMISE

Since the day you got pregnant, you and Satoru made a promise to protect your kid. Satoru took the opportunity to finally open up to you and tell all the difficulties of his childhood and how the clan treated him as their future. But not because they loved him, not at all. But because he would guarantee their command. That is all the three clans are about, power through blood lineage.

You weren't naive. Satoru didn't have to tell any of that for you to already know it was something as it was. And Satoru didn't chose you just because. For him to be able to be a father, had to be with someone strong, stubborn and smart as you were. That certainly helped him with the anxiety of bringing a child of his in this world of Jujutsu.

And your kid was as strong as him, or even more - Satoru would never admitted it though. Because the child didn't have only his father's powers but also his other parent's will. And put a will in there. Anytime they were jealous of Satoru, they would always win the territory by your side. Nothing Satoru did ever came to succeed, poor man.

The Gojo's clan never stopped their attempt to stole your child from you. They always came with different strategies, and you always managed to defeat them. Your child is yours and Satoru. They'll stay with you only and will grow up like any other child, experiencing the world by themselves happily and freely. Learning from you and Satoru what is love, friendship, pain and sadness. What is their power and burden and what they decide to do with it it's their own, knowing that you will always support them.

It was when they were five, that Satoru said his goodbyes to a overseas meeting, when the Gojo's clan went to far. You could hear a brief movement outside your house and you could also feel your child sudden tension cooing at your side. You squatted until your eyes could meet theirs and hugged them strongly.

- It's okay, my butterfly.

You kissed their forehead.

- Remember I'm strong?

You waited the kid nod and caressed his chubby cheek cleaning the single tear that had dropped.

- I'll be by your side always and forever. No worries.

You put them in your arms and grabbed the cursed tool you and your husband had in store for moments like this. Kissing your child cheeks you prepared to receive your already noticed enemy.

- Now let's clean this little bug from our home.

To your surprise it was five of them. The Gojo's clan sure was cautious this time. But - you sighed - they underestimated your strength, or better, your strength as a parent. One by one was put down by you. One of them managed to strike you with an attack making your child anxious. And this poor bastard had it worse. Because he suffered from the both you and your child anger.

Finishing your task, you dropped your tool and embrace your kid in your lap, showering them with kisses trying to hold back your tears coming down because of your frustration at those motherfuckers that don't live your kid alone. Letting them pass through situations like this instead of running in the garden discovering new bugs and flowers. They'll be damned.

While lost in your thoughts with your child locked safely in your arms, you didn't hear Satoru coming with flustered steps holding his breath in concern. Only when he wrapped his arms around you both that you notice his presence. He let out a huge sighed finally releasing his worries.

- Thank God you are okay!

You closed your eyes letting your weight go on your husband's arms until the little body you were holding started to debate itself in your embrace. You let your child lose only to earn a look of disapproval.

- I couldn't breath!!

They sniffled a bit annoyed. You chuckled and pinched their cheek earning now a cold gaze. You had to hold back your laughter. Satoru obviously didn't and got lower leg kicked.

- OUCH, C/N!

- Serves you right.

The little Satoru put out his tongue to his dad and when looking around to the mess with five people dropped unconscious in his home, the little one ran straight to your arms again. You cooed them whispering in his ear:

- Shh... it's okay. Daddy and I will take care of everything. We're fine now.

- Yeah, baby! Daddy will have a really good talk with his clan.

You could feel the assassin look Satoru had in his face at that moment. He gently caressed your wound.

- And Daddy will cure your Mommy/Daddy's booboo. Will you help me, brave butterfly?

- Of course, Daddy!!

No need to say the Gojo's clan had the worse encounter with you and Satoru. A really, really bad one where they came to know any other attempt to take C/n from you, and specially, against your life, no matter what the results are, they are all dead. The attacks never happened again, that's for sure.

Thank you so much for your words. It really makes me want to go on. Nowadays has been hard to come back here and write and your message certainly inspired me. I also LOVE to write Dad Gojo, it makes my heart flutter as well. As much as strong reader. I also let the reader with no gender so I could include as many people as possible. AND, I'm also happy that you are able to relate to the characters. I read JJK everything so I can keep the characters personalities and traits, it's important to me. Hope you like this one, I LOVED WRITING THIS PIECE. THANK YOU SO MUCH!

[dracowars]

Hi love! I just finished binging all of your Draco one shots and I am OBSESSED with your writing. I was hoping to request a Dracoxreader one shot. So hear me out, Draco and the reader are best friends and have been since they were little. The reader has developed a crush on Draco but doesn’t tell him bc she’s worried he won’t like her back and she’ll ruin their friendship but Draco does like the reader back. Basically one day the reader and Draco get into a big fight and Draco gets so mad and accidentally hits the reader with an unforgivable curse and thinks he’s killed his best friend. In the end can they come together? And the rest is up to you! <3

cruciatus | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 2,4k

summary: where draco hits y/n with an unforgivable curse

a/n: my holidays are almost over and i'm already stressed out again :(

warnings: angst, use of unforgivable curse, mentions of blood, mentions of death

universe: harry potter

“Draco, are you even listening to yourself?!”, you sigh angrily and cross your arms over your chest as you watch your best friend pacing up and down his room in front of you. He has been doing this for several hours now, muttering incomprehensible stuff over and over again, which makes you all the angrier that he does not listen to you at all.

“You would not understand it anyway”, he dismisses without further ado as he stops right in front of you for a moment, running his hand through his already disheveled platinum white hair.

“How could I if you do not even let me try to understand”, you roll your eyes in annoyance, but you cannot fool yourself. No matter how tough you pretend to be, it hurts to see him like this. As long as you can remember, you have always been together, never let each other down, but a lot has changed recently, including the relationship between the two of you. Once best friends, who confided in and protected each other, have now almost become complete strangers who no longer talk to each other. And that breaks your heart into a million shattered pieces.

“You know what, Y/N? Please just leave me alone and do not get on my nerves, how about that?”, he snorts tensely after he has moved away from you, as if he had to gain a safe distance from you, as if you were about to hurt him. Stunned by his words, you stare at him in disbelief, your eyes wide and your lips slightly parted in shock.

“I have absolutely no idea what the hell is wrong with you in there, but do not take it out on me, Malfoy”, you counter disapprovingly and stand directly in front of him so that he can no longer avoid you or your gaze and you point to his head while speaking. “I am your best friend, Draco. Tell me what is going on. You can still trust me.”

Draco, however, does everything in his might to avoid looking you in the eyes, nervously fiddling with his fingers and the ring on it as he looks around the room. He feels your piercing gaze run through him, but fights against it and instead, he fixes his gaze on a framed picture that stands on his desk. You both smile happily at him, arms around each other, while the lake in the background glistens in the sun. When he is able to tear his gaze away from it, he has to swallow hard when he discovers the picture right next to it. His family portrait is dusty and dirty, not giving him a peaceful aura at all, and his parents seem to be looking at him reproachfully.

“They want me to join him”, he finally comes out with the truth of what made him so upset all the time. It was only this morning that his owl reached him with the message that he should soon become a Death Eater and that he should go home to Malfoy Manor as soon as possible. And while Draco would never openly admit it, he is terrified.

“W-What?”, you breath out in confusion, needing a moment to process his words and giving them a meaning. “But.. But you have a choice, right? Draco, look at me.” Gently, you place your hand on his cheek and move his face so that he has to look at you. As soon as your eyes meet, your breath gets stuck in your throat and your heart skips a beat before you regain your composure. “You can decide against it.”

“Yes, I could”, he replies so quietly that you cannot be sure whether you have understood him correctly at first. But his gaze speaks more than a thousand words, and you take a step back, startled by the darkness that you suddenly find in it.

“You do not want to-“

“Y/N, this is my chance! Do you understand? I can finally prove what I can do. To everyone!”, he explains eagerly, his eyes somehow hopeful, while you can only look at him with a blank expression on your face. He actually wants to join the enemy and fight at his side, but you know full well that there is so much more to it. But you also know that it will ultimately destroy him.

“Draco, you do not have to prove anything to anyone!”

“Yes, Y/N, I do. Look at me! Where is the great wizard everyone wants me to be? Where is the Malfoy descendant you can be proud of? Tell me, Y/N, because I do not see him anywhere”, Draco now raises his voice at you and steps closer so that he hovers over you. Reflexively, your hand searches for your wand hidden in the sleeve of your coat.

“I-I do not recognize you anymore, Draco”, you stutter out, hurt when revealing the truth, because the boy standing in front of you is far from your former best friend.

“Not even you can deny that it is true. I will make him proud. I will make all of them proud”, he says, more to himself than to you, and his gaze falls on the movement of your hand. It does not even take another second before he notices what you are trying to do and he grabs your arm with all his strength, causing you to flinch.

“Ouch, Draco. You are hurting me!”

“Oh, am I? And what did you want to do right now, Y/N? Did you not just want to take out your wand?”, he snaps at you and snatches the wand from your hand while you feel the anger boiling up inside of you now as well.

“I am just trying to protect you from yourself!”, you yell at him and put your hands on his chest to forcefully push him away from you, giving you time to breathe. Immediately, he grabs your chin and holds you so tightly that tears well up in your eyes. Not necessarily because of his rough touch, but rather because at this moment what was left of your heart shatters into another million pieces. You really thought you had a chance.

“I did not ask for your help”, he grinds his teeth angrily before letting go of you, turning to leave, but you cannot allow it. You cannot let him go now or he will completely lose himself. It would destroy him forever and he would never come back to you. You would not be able to cope with that, knowing you could have stopped him.

“You do not have to be like them. Don’t be like your father, I beg you”, you tell him before he reaches the door, and your words cause him to jerk around right away.

“Don’t you dare compare me to him, alright?!”

“Regarding the way you are behaving right now, you are not a bit better than him.”

“Shall I show you what it would be like if I were like him?!”, Draco screams at you furiously and the next moments pass in slow motion as you still hear his words echoing through the room. First, he slowly lifts your wand in his hand. Then, you only hear beeping in your ears when you watch his lips utter one of the three unforgivable curses before your body flies through the air lifelessly, crashing into the wall and falling to the ground.

Draco looks at what he has just done, completely numb. Your wand falls form his trembling hand and tears well up in his eyes as soon as he realizes what he has done. He put the Cruciatus Curse on you, he actually wanted to hurt you. You, his best friend, who was always by his side and who just wanted to help him right now. The girl who has had his heart for ages is now lying on the floor in front of him, unconscious.

A heartbreaking scream escapes Draco’s throat before he finally regains the control of his body and rushes to your side. At first, he does not dare to touch you, does not know how badly and to what extent he hurt you. All he knows is that as soon as he turn you on your back his hands are covered in blood and you lie in front of him, your eyes closed. Tears streaming down his face and his heart beating in his ears, he shakes your unconscious body, trying to wake you up, but do not move. Fear runs through his entire body all of a sudden, afraid that he just lost you forever.

Desperate, he lifts you in his arms awkwardly, almost stumbling to the floor, and runs out the door where he immediately calls out for help. Only in the corridors does he meet Professor Snape, who has heard his cries for help and is shocked to see your lifeless figure in the young Malfoy’s arms. Without wasting another moment, they run to the hospital wing, where Madam Pomfrey takes care of you immediately, while Draco has to wait outside.

“What happened?”, Professor Snape asks him emotionless, his gazes fixed on the crying boy in front of him.

“I-I have- Cruciatus- I did not mean to!”, Draco stutters to himself, but is not able to say what he has done. And he knows full well that he could never forgive himself if you suffer serious consequences.

“You cast an unforgivable curse?!”, Snape asks again, the shock clearly written on his face since everyone knows what happens when one of the three is uttered.

“Please- It was not my intention. You have to believe me!”, Draco pleads, crying bitterly.

“Your secret is safe with me, Mr. Malfoy”, Professor Snape replies calmly when a moment later the door to the hospital wing is opened and Madam Pomfrey asks them in.

“She suffered a slight concussion, and I sewed the laceration on the back of her head, otherwise she is doing fine so far. But she needs a lot of rest now”, Madam Pomfrey explains, eyeing Draco skeptically. “I do not know what crazy spells you experimented with, but if students get hurt, please refrain from trying them in the future.”

Only being able to slightly nod, Draco’s answer turns out to satisfy Madam Pomfrey enough and she turns to leave. Even though Draco can hear her leaving, the world around him seems to get colder and appears empty while his gaze is fixed on your fragile form.

“It seems to me you were lucky, Mr. Malfoy”, Professor Snape’s voice brings Draco back to reality.

“B-But how? I thought I killed her.”

“I take it you did not cast the spell with your own wand, did you? Since you did not win its allegiance and fired the spell at its master, it refused to harm her. However, there was still a certain level of impact that is responsible for her injuries”, Snape explains to him and the beeping in Draco’s ears gets even louder. He could actually have killed you had it not been for your wand’s sake. You saved him again. Only a soft, easily overheard murmur lowers the beeping in his ears again in an instant.

Slowly, you open your eyes which have to get used to the bright light first before you can clearly see Draco and Professor Snape standing in front of the hospital bed you are currently in and only the do you realize where you are. And, at the same time, remember what happened.

“D-Draco?”, you weakly murmur, your voice hoarse and rough, and your head still buzzing in pain from the impact of the spell.

“I am right here, Y/N. Don’t worry, I am with you”, Draco calms you down, although it does not calm himself down at all, and stands by the side of your bed, where you suddenly take his hand in yours. A wave of guilt rushed through his body the exact moment your hands meet.

You should not want to voluntarily touch him anymore. It is wrong.

“You really shouldn’t- I-I am terribly sorry”, Draco sobs, gently pulling your hand away from him, unable to bear your loving touch for another second, and your sad gaze rests on him while noticing how Professor Snape leaves the two of you alone.

“I know, Draco. It was an accident”, you quietly say and, despite his contradictions, intertwine your hands again. “I am not mad at you.”

“But Y/N.. I almost killed you. I thought I did. I thought you were gone forever.”

“You will not get rid of me that easily, you idiot”, you reply with a soft giggle, but Draco just shakes his head.

“Tell me what I can do to make it up to you. I will do everything.”

“Draco-“

“No, I am serious, Y/N. I can never forgive myself for what I did. I almost killed the person I care for the most in his goddamn shitty world. You- I could not live without you. You are my anchor in need, you help me whenever you can and I- I love you for that”, he expresses his feelings openly, which makes you smile slightly, and you run your thumb over the back of his hand.

“I love you too, Draco.”

“No, you don’t get it. I do not just love you as my best friend, I really love you with all my heart”, he admits, and your eyes inevitably widen before you can no longer prevent a big smile from forming on your lips. How long have you wanted to hear these words coming from his mouth? And how many times have you told yourself that it will never happen and that he only sees you as his best friend, not more?

“You got me wrong, too. I love you in the exact same way”, you gently smile at him and watch as his mouth forms an O, obviously not expecting such an answer from you. Before either of you can say anything else, however, you can no longer control yourself and grab him by his tie to pull him down in order to be able to give him a tender kiss on the lips. Your heart beats fast against your chest when he returns the kiss and your hand runs through his soft hair before he breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I promise you that from now on I will protect you with my life. No matter what happens, I will stay by your side, Y/N.”

[starryhyuck]

danger. (m)

pairing: alpha!johnny x omega!reader x alpha!jaehyun

words: 2.5k+

summary: your mother has always warned you about the dangers of an alpha. she never realized how lethal two of them were.

genre: smut

warnings: dom!johnny, dom!jaehyun, double penetration, knotting, creampies, multiple orgasms, manhandling, the reader is basically johnjae’s personal whore

For over ten years, the existence of omegas have become nearly extinct.

Alphas have been forced to settle with betas who have not yet presented themselves, causing massive displeasure across many households worldwide. The decline of omegas was due to the careless possessiveness of an alpha, driving most of these creatures to murder their omega out of pure rage. Since the body counts of omegas began increasing, very few betas have stepped out to present themselves as omegas. In fact, many betas have gone missing.

Your parents were an alpha-omega pairing, up until your father attempted to murder your mother after spotting her chatting with a male co-worker. Luckily, your mother was able to escape with you before she lost her life.

You’ve both lived in seclusion since then, rarely going out in fear that another alpha would mark his claim. The only person you’ve ever been spoken with was your mother, and most of her stories of the haunting alphas who would kill you at first sight were honestly boring you to death already. Once you had reached the age where your sexual desires were beginning to take over any competent part of your mind, you began taking more and more risks.

It was quite easy for alphas to sense when an omega was near — the mere scent alone could send a frenzy in a crowded area. Your mother drew up maps to avoid any alpha infested areas, and the both of you frequented beta hangouts with no issue.

One evening, you were desiring a drink at one of the beta owned clubs down the street. You were celebrating a surge of customers that flooded into your self-owned business, feeling the heavy weight of cash in your pockets. Working from home meant celebrating victories alone, and tonight, you wanted a different change of scenery. The club was packed with betas who danced happily with one another, which you assume was because of the lack of alphas. Too many alphas in a crowded place presented a huge issue in terms of dominance. Their instincts drove them to physical fights if they felt other alphas were trying to claim territory.

You’re lucky that there aren’t any alphas present tonight, knowing your fate if there was. You slide onto one of the barstools, grinning happily at the bartender.

Taeil laughs. “Good day at work?”

“The best,” you smile. “Can you whip up something to take my mind off of things?”

He nods before grabbing a concoction of different alcoholic beverages and mixing them together. You sip happily at his creation when you feel a warm body spin towards you.

You’re taken aback by the handsome man in front of you, eyes sparkling and dimples appearing. If you weren’t so certain that everyone in this club was a beta, you would immediately assume the man in front of you was an alpha. His smile puts your mind at ease.

“Haven’t seen you here before. Celebrating something?”

You grin flirtatiously at him. Your mother never warned you about handsome betas, after all.

“A good day at work. Treating myself to a nice night out.”

He hums lowly, and the sound shoots straight to your core. His fingers tap his glass full of whiskey, chuckling to himself.

“Sounds nice. Just enjoying the evening by yourself?”

You could hear the implication in his tone and if anything, it just made you more wet. You gulp down another taste of Taeil’s unknown mixed drink, rubbing your thighs together to try and gain some friction.

“It’s how I usually spend my evenings. Although, I’m not opposed to spending it with a partner.”

He grins. There’s something about his smile — something so minuscule that you feel as if you’re missing some part of this equation. The man swallows the rest of his drink before slamming his glass back down on the counter.

“My place is only a few blocks away, if you’re up for it.”

You were definitely up for it. You both stumble to Jaehyun’s apartment, learning his name along the way as you enjoy the way yours sounds rolling off of his tongue. Everything seems perfectly fine until he locks his front door.

Then, your omega can sense it. Danger.

Jaehyun chuckles, but this time, it doesn’t send the feeling of warmth through your heart.

“Silly omegas. So gullible.”

There’s a ringing sound in your ears. All you can think about is your mother, and how impossibly right she was about alphas.

“Y-You c-c-can’t be-“

“I can’t be an alpha?” He smiles mischievously, circling your body in the middle of his hallway. “I’ve gotten good at hiding my identity ever since I discovered omegas were only comfortable around betas. I spent months visiting that bar, hoping to catch a vulnerable omega in need of her alpha.”

“I-I don’t need an alpha.”

Then, there’s another laugh that echoes the room, and it’s not Jaehyun’s. A taller man steps out from the shadows, smirking at the sight of you.

“It’s not nice to play with food, Jaehyun. They get too talkative.”

Jaehyun laughs dangerously close to your ear. “But she’s so sweet, Johnny. Haven’t seen one this pliant in a while.”

Jaehyun’s hand slides up your arm as his body presses against your back. You jump at the sudden contact. His touch ignites something within you, a deep feeling of lust building in your stomach.

“Can you feel that, baby? That’s what it’s like to be touched by an alpha.”

Suddenly, the nerves that were engulfing your mind before were gone, only filled with the urge to submit to your alpha. Your eyes roam to Johnny’s figure, who’s been observing the both of you this entire time, eyes swimming with lust.

It was rare for two alphas to get along, especially when it came to omegas. Their quest for dominance and protection usually overrides anything else, and similar goals shared with other alphas caused them to clash. Johnny, however, did not seem the least bit perturbed when Jaehyun’s hands began roaming the expanse of your body.

“Never been touched before, have you?” Johnny smirks.

You shudder when Jaehyun begins pressing kisses onto your neck. “N-No, alpha.”

He smiles. “Looks like she’s learned her place.”

“Deserves a reward, don’t you think?” Jaehyun questions, gazing at Johnny with the ask for permission.

He nods once, and before you know it, you’re being pulled into a bedroom and shoved face down on the mattress. You whimper, feeling your underwear dampen when Jaehyun’s hands roughly grip your hips. Your fingers tighten around his sheets, breathing in his scent. You don’t even know where Johnny has gone but Jaehyun makes sure he has all of your attention.

“Look at you,” he chuckles darkly. “Just in the right position to breed your little hole.”

You’ve lost all dignity at this point — your mother’s warnings becoming a distant whisper. Jaehyun pushes you farther down until your back aches from the arch, ass high up in the air for everyone to see.

“Want to go first?”

You know Jaehyun’s no longer speaking to you, and you assume Johnny’s decided to join. His presence causes you to grow wetter, which you didn’t think was possible at this point.

“Depends. Are we letting this one live?”

Then, the fear strikes through your heart once again. You’re suddenly reminded of your mother’s words as you struggle to breathe. You’ve heard stories before of omegas being found on the streets, necks sliced open with blood surrounding their bodies.

Jaehyun and Johnny continue to converse as if you’re not even there. You wonder if you can escape in one piece before they get a chance to maul you.

“Doesn’t seem so bad this time. Looks like she’s never taken one before.”

“You know that for sure?”

You feel someone grip a handful of your hair and pull you up so you can make eye contact with him. Jaehyun grins at the terror swarming your eyes.

“Tell me, little omega. Have you taken another alpha’s knot before?”

You’re not even sure what that is. Your mother left you clueless on all basics of sex, especially when it came to alphas.

“A-A what?”

Johnny laughs. “You can go first, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun shoves your face back into the mattress and situates himself behind you. Your fear is once again taken over by arousal, and Jaehyun snickers at your predicament. You jump when he runs his finger over your clothed core, practically dripping down your thighs. You cry out when two fingers dip inside of your sopping hole, the squelch of your wetness echoing throughout the room.

“I think our little omega hasn’t taken a cock inside of her yet, not even from a beta,” Jaehyun comments. You’re blinded, not knowing what’s coming next as tears blur your vision.

“Why don’t you show her what it’s like, Jae?”

“My pleasure.”

A loud tearing sound echoes throughout the room and you realize that Jaehyun’s just torn your underwear in half, tossing it across the room while he flips up your skirt. You whine when his hand slams down on your right cheek before he soothes the sensation with his fingers.

“Let me hear you, omega. I want to know how much you need this.”

And as much as your head is screaming that you are in imminent danger, the words come tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“P-Please alpha, I n-need you.”

“Do you now? How much?”

You grit your teeth at his endless teasing. You just want to be fucked already, but your instincts are telling you that you shouldn’t disobey your alpha.

“So m-much. I’m so wet for you, alpha, please.”

Johnny chuckles. “She can be good when she wants to be, huh?”

“Looks like it.”

He sinks into you and it’s the biggest stretch of your life. You release a flurry of garbled noises as Jaehyun impales you with his cock, the sheer size of him tearing you in half. You gasp when an unknown feeling of pleasure overtakes your body — so strong and violent that you nearly collapse.

“Wow. She came already, such a pliant little doll. Why don’t you shut her up, Johnny?”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

Another fist tangles in your hair and your jerked up again, locking eyes with Johnny’s dark orbs. He smirks at your fucked out state, hand jerking his cock as he watches you. He nudges the tip against your mouth and you obey, parting your lips to take his cock.

“See? Such a good little whore for us already,” Johnny remarks, hands still tangled in your hair when he begins thrusting into your mouth. You choke, trying to loosen your jaw.

All coherent thoughts are thrown out the window when Jaehyun starts fucking you into the mattress. You gasp, Johnny’s cock falling from your mouth as you try to catch your breath. He isn’t pleased, nails digging into your scalp.

“Suck my cock. You need to learn how to take the both of us.”

He pushes himself back into your mouth, ignoring your whimpers as Jaehyun pistons in and out of you. “Fuck,” he grunts. “She’s so fucking wet.”

You shudder when another orgasm passes through you, clenching down on Jaehyun’s cock and moaning when he continues to fuck you ruthlessly. Drool begins to pool at the sides of your mouth as Johnny rams his cock down your throat.

“You like this, don’t you?” Johnny teases, observing as you struggle to swallow him. “Never been fucked before and yet, you’re taking two cocks at once because you’re so desperate.”

“Fuck, Johnny, you need to get under her. I’m gonna cum soon.”

Johnny finally lets you breathe, retracting from you while you pant, trying to catch your breath. You barely get a chance before Jaehyun is slipping out of you with Johnny manhandling you into a new position. Your muscles are pleading for you to stop, but your mind is fuzzy when Johnny slides underneath you, your back to his chest. Jaehyun positions himself above you once again, his cock slick with your combined juices. You feel Johnny prod against your other hole and you gasp.

He laughs darkly against your ear, the sound vibrating to your core. “Didn’t I say you had to learn how to take both of us?”

Jaehyun pushes a finger inside of you again, collecting your juices from your two orgasms before inserting it into your other hole. You cry at the intrusion. Even though you’ve never been taken like this before, it feels exhilarating.

“She’s ready for you.”

You want to protest that you clearly are not, only being stretched out by one of Jaehyun’s fingers. They both ignore you, lining up to your entrances and pushing in slowly.

You think that the searing pain will fill your senses shortly, but you take them surprisingly well.

Johnny whispers lowly. “Why are you so shocked? A little omega like you was born to take her alphas.”

You learn quickly that Johnny is filthier than Jaehyun, hissing profanities into your ear as his cock thrusts up into your tiny hole.

“Look at how much Jaehyun’s enjoying your tight little pussy,” he says, your eyes following his line of vision. Jaehyun’s eyes are closed, fingers digging into your hips as he indulges himself in you. “Has no idea how good your ass feels. You’re in for a treat, baby. Two knots in one day? It’s an omega’s sweetest dream.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, the pleasure of their thrusts taking a toll on your train of thought. You think you have another orgasm but you’re not sure, the nonstop pleasure clouding your judgment.

“Fuck. Gonna knot your sweet pussy,” Jaehyun grunts, cock pushing harder and deeper inside of you.

“I’m close too,” Johnny smiles against the shell of your ear. “Ready, baby?”

You don’t have time to respond before Jaehyun spills inside of you, ribbons of white coating your insides. Johnny hisses and follows after, emptying out inside your ass. Minutes pass and they’re both still cumming, most of it dripping out of your holes and coating the sheets. You think it’s over but you nearly scream when you feel their cocks grow bigger, the girth stretching your holes farther and farther.

“Please, please,” you whimper, trying to reach for Jaehyun. You don’t even realize you’re convulsing again, cumming around Jaehyun while his knot continues to grow.

He laughs. “She likes being filled to the brim, Johnny.”

“I can tell. Her cute little ass is squeezing my cock so hard.”

It feels like hours pass until they finally deflate, their cocks returning to their normal sizes. They stay buried inside of you, Jaehyun groaning as he collapses next to you. Johnny moves you to your side so that you’re stuck between them.

You’re still struggling to catch your breath when Johnny sighs.

“We should keep this one. A lot tighter than the other ones.”

Jaehyun nods, eyes fluttering closed. His fingers slither around your waist to pull you closer to his frame.

“Sounds good. I like her cute noises.”

Johnny huffs before leaning closer to you. “What do you say, little omega? Want to run home?”

You ponder over your answer for a few minutes before Johnny grows impatient, taking an experimental thrust. You whimper when you realize he’s already hard again.

“Answer me,” he growls.

“N-No, alpha. I’ll stay.”

“Good girl.”

And you lay there, gasping for breath as your alphas fuck you until the sun rises.

[free-pool-trash]

x of swords - george weasley

part one of three

Summary: Growing up as Harry’s neighbor, you always believed that you were completely regular. In an attempt to feel closer to Harry (your best friend) you begin to dabble in the art of divination and, in the process, you uncover magic that you didn’t know you had. (i hate doing summaries this does not sum it up but you get the jist)

Relationships: George Weasley x Reader, platonic!Harry Potter x Reader, platonic!OC x Reader, platonic!Sirius Black x Reader, platonic!Remus Lupin x Reader, platonic!Fred Weasley x Reader, platonic!Nymphadora Tonks x Reader, platonic!Molly Weasley x Reader, platonic!Hermoine Granger x Reader, Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Warnings: Swearing, anxiety, fluff, angst, mentions of torture, mentions of death (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word count: 22.9k 

so here it is 😏 i was going to wait until i was completely finished with this to post it but i didn’t wanna rush it and oh my god it’s already so long  😫 I’m moving to Edinburgh in 2 weeks so i won’t be able to write as i have so much to pack so i hope this keeps some of you happy for a while <3 obviously i put a lot of effort into this and spent a lot of time on it so i really hope yall like it and i will personally kiss everyone who comments. likes or reblogs <3

mastelist

Life on Privet Drive was definitely something- something being incredibly boring. Nothing even remotely exciting happened on the street and the company was, to put it simply, miserable.

You’d lived in 5 Privet Drive since birth which, unfortunately for you, meant that your family are extremely close with the Dursleys who live next door. The Dursleys are a family of bigoted, pig-headed bullies. Made up of Petunia, Vernon, Dudley and, in your opinion the only tolerable one, Harry.

From the age of five, Harry had been your only friend on the street and vice versa. Initially, the both of you had bonded over your dislike of Dudley but as the years rolled on Harry and yourself had become virtually inseparable.

It was certainly strange- how close your parents were with Petunia and Vernon. Your mother and father are actually quite lovely, they are the complete opposite of the Dursleys, they’re open minded, kind and extremely friendly. But, you supposed, their friendliness didn’t discriminate from person to person, even if said person forced their orphaned nephew to sleep in the cupboard underneath the stairs.

There was no denying that Harry had been miserable with the Dursleys, who were unfortunately his only remaining family and you supposed you should’ve been happy when your best friend finally got away from them after his 11th birthday.

You’d missed him for the entire school year and you only got a chance to ask where he’d actually gone off to when he’d arrived home for the summer. (You didn’t believe the story Vernon had spun about Harry attending a boarding school for juvenile trouble makers).

“It’s incredible, (Y/n), honestly! I wish you could be there too.” He’d told you when you finally saw him again, after he’d finished his first year in his mysterious boarding school.

“That’s great, Haz, but where exactly is it?” You wondered and Harry only gave you his signature grin.

“Scotland.”

With a heavy sigh you let the subject go, he was clearly happy wherever he was going to school so it didn’t matter where or what it was. As long as he was happy.

By the time his 12th birthday rolled around you’d found the perfect gift for him. You’d made your parents buy you a polaroid camera for him to take away to school, he’d told you so many amazing stories about his school, you wanted to see some of it for yourself so you figured a camera would be the best course of action.

The morning of his birthday, Harry was woken up by the sound of pebbles tapping against his barred up window. The boy looked out to see you waving at him, an excited smile on your face and a neatly wrapped present in your other hand. Harry couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face as you beckoned him down with your hand. It was barely dawn but you knew better than to give a present for Harry to either his aunt or uncle because they’d only give it to Dudley, so it was best to get it to him before the rest of his supposed family woke up.

Hogwarts was amazing and Harry was over the moon to have discovered he was a wizard and make so many new friends, but he had missed you- his only friend in the muggle world. Your birthday was only a few weeks after his and he hoped that maybe you’d get a hogwarts letter of your own, obviously that hadn’t happened. Nonetheless he was happy to see you in the summer, he couldn’t shake the thought that Ron and Hermione would have loved to meet you though.

Slowly and quietly, Harry snook down the stairs and out the front door to meet you.

“Happy birthday, Haz!” You whisper-shouted excitedly, pulling the green-eyed boy into your house so he wouldn’t get caught outside when he wasn’t even allowed out of his bedroom.

Harry rolled his eyes at the nickname, “I hope you know that you’re still the only person who calls me that.”

“Good,” you said happily, closing the front door behind you. “Anyway, I got you something that you can bring away to school with you!” He rose an eyebrow at you as you pushed the carefully wrapped box into his hands, “Open it,” you instructed. And so he did.

It was very possibly the most expensive gift he’d ever gotten, you (or your parents) usually got Harry presents that couldn’t be stolen by Dudley. For example, your mother had taken to buying Harry his own clothes, seeing as your best friend was a lot taller and thinner than his horrid cousin.

You, on the other hand, would usually make him gifts with sentimental value, something Dudley had absolutely zero interest in. The camera though, you knew would be safe as Harry would be leaving for school again soon enough.

Harry stared dumbfounded at the cardboard box that held the rather large polaroid camera, judging by the image on the box it was a good quality thing, probably expensive. “This is… really nice, (Y/n).”

A bright smile found your lips as you rushed into an animated explanation about why you’d picked a camera as his birthday present this year.

“So you can take lots of pictures of you and your new friends in your new fancy private school and when you come back here you can show them to me!” Harry chuckled and nodded his head, hoping he’d be able to find time to take pictures like you wanted.

“I’ll take pictures of everything. Promise.” He told you, holding out his pinky with a cheeky grin. You linked your pinky with his and nodded gratefully.

“We should christen it,” Harry announced, tearing into the box and he quickly set the camera up before he pointed it at you expectantly. “Well, come on then. I’ve told my school friends all about you, they’re going to want to see what you look like too. So, smile-“ with a disbelieving laugh, you crossed your legs underneath yourself from where you were sitting on the floor across from Harry, and tucked your hair behind your ears before you looked directly at the lense of the camera and gave it the brightest smile you could muster. The camera flashed and the picture slowly revealed itself, it seemed to be good enough to satisfy Harry’s twelve year old self.

He’d shown the polaroid to Hermione first, the bushy haired girl had smiled softly as she held the polaroid gently, “She seems lovely, Harry.”

Harry had nodded his head in agreement, you were lovely. He just hoped Dudley wasn’t terrorising you too much while he was away. His cousin always had somewhat of a crush on you, which Harry knew was ridiculous considering you all but loathed Dudley.

True to his word, Harry had taken plenty of pictures, many were of (non-magic) areas of the Hogwarts campus, many were of his friends; Ron, Hermione, Fred and George Weasley (who had an absolute field day with the muggle contraption), one or two of Hagrid and he even managed to capture a nice one of the owlery. Although you were one of his best friends, sometimes thinking about you while he was in Hogwarts brought his mood down. It reminded him of how much he wished you could’ve shared in his adventures and not to mention how much he missed you, you could hardly send him an owl, what with being a muggle and all, so he only got to spend time with you during the summer months.

Things had changed during his third year, though. When he received a rather shocking, albeit very welcome, letter.

Dear Harry,

I’d like to start by saying: hi, how are you? How’s school? Good? Great. Now that that’s out of the way… when you come home I’m going to KILL you!!! I cannot believe you didn’t tell me you are a wizard! Well, I understand why you didn’t but anyway.

You’re probably wondering how I found all of this out. Long story short, I saw Vernon’s sister floating around your sitting room and then I saw you running out swinging a wand around. I put two and two together. You would not believe how long it took me to figure out how to get in contact with you. I practically had to beg Dudley to tell me how to get this package to you, he eventually told me how in exchange for a kiss on the cheek. It was as horrifying as it sounds, the things I do for you, Haz, honestly. Don’t worry though, you can make it up to me over the summer.

I bought an owl by the way. I’m guessing she found you okay? Look after her for a little while before sending her back will you? She’s just a baby so she can’t do too much long distance travel just yet.The lady I got her from is a witch, she was very kind and knew exactly what I was looking to use an owl for. Her name is Astra (the owl’s not the lady’s)! Isn’t she lovely?

Moving on from that, I felt bad forcing you to send me pictures and getting nothing in return so I have decided to very kindly grace you with my exhilaratingly normal life. You will also find I sent you some of those sweets you like.

Tell Ron and Hermione that I said hi! Oh and Fred and George too! Get into lots of trouble for me ;) I suppose I better stop rambling now, sorry about that I’m just excited (and i might be missing you… just a tiny bit!)

Write back to me soon, if you can! Tell Astra I’m proud of her for making her first delivery! (give her plenty of treats for me yeah?)

I’ll let you get back to your wizardy stuff now, Haz.

Lots of love,

(Y/n) xoxo

P.s. your magical secret is safe with me. promise.

Harry looked up from your letter with a dazed smile, your new little owl was looking at him expectantly, no doubt awaiting her treat, “Good job, Astra. Your owner says she’s very proud of you,” he informed her, handing her a piece of bacon from his breakfast plate and laughed when she hooted happily.

Astra is a gorgeous little tawny, she has brown and white feathers that were fluffy to the touch. Harry could already tell she was well suited to you though, she was friendly as anything with the most curious eyes he’d ever seen.

“Whose it from?” Ron grunted from beside him, munching happily on his huge breakfast.

Harry let out a short laugh, digging into the envelope to pull out the photos and sweets you’d sent, “(Y/n).”

“I thought she didn’t know about you?” Hermione asked from beside Ron, Harry only shrugged.

“She figured it out. She’s quite clever, I think you’d like her Hermione. She says hi by the way.” He answered somewhat distantly, distracted by the pictures you’d sent, all of which had writing on the backs. He paused on one photo, he guessed one of your parents had taken it, you were stood in the woods, surrounded by trees with a huge smile on your face, your eyes were closed and your nose was scrunched up as a very tiny Astra seemed to be nibbling at your ear affectionately.

“I’m sure we’d get along, I admire her determination, really. And she even bought an owl?” The girl questioned, reaching over and petting Astra gently.

Harry’s smile was gentle as Astra hopped onto his shoulder, “Yeah, suppose she did.”

“Alright! I’m gonna say it!” George Weasley exclaimed, plucking the photo of you from Harry’s grasp, he held it between himself and Fred, the older twin had somehow swiped the letter you’d written. “Harry’s girlfriend back home is quite cute, don’t you think, Freddie?” Fred nodded resolutely, pushing the letter into George’s face as he pointed towards a specific line.

“I have to agree and look, Georgie, she told Harry to tell us that she says hi! Ugh, such a darling,” Fred fake swooned and Harry felt his face heat up while George made kissy faces.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Yeah, you had opened Harry up to a whole new world of teasing yet somehow he didn’t mind.

“Oi, do you think she’d like some of our Weasley products?” George asked genuinely, wiggling his eyebrows. Harry shuddered at the thought of you getting a hold of anything that Fred and George had created, because yes, you would like some magical pranking products. You had quite a talent for mischief, only in Harry’s worst nightmares would the Weasley twins ever get their hands on you.

Harry shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “Dunno.”

“She single?” Fred asked jokingly and Harry scrunched his face up. He supposed you were single, though, he’d never really pictured you with anyone. He felt quite protective over you, but he supposed he'd like to see you happy with someone he approved of- or alternatively; anyone but Dudley.

“Think so,” Harry told him with another shrug before a cheeky grin spread across his lips, as he focused his attention on the twins who were nudging each other in mock victory, “Why? Should I write home and tell her the esteemed Weasley twins have a crush on her?”

George was the first the speak, he nodded, completely serious and Harry found himself worrying that perhaps one of the Weasley twins would get his hands on you.

“Yes. Absolutely,” Fred snorted and said no more, allowing his younger twin to continue the girl based antics seeing as Fred’s actual crush, Angelina, had started to glare. “In fact, give her my name. Tell her to write to me next time, eh?”

Harry’s eyes widened, oh Merlin, George was serious.

“Oh sod off, would you? The poor girl is a muggle, she’d throw herself off the astronomy tower if she got stuck with either of you prats.” Ron said through a laugh, none of them could deny it was quite funny, even Hermione had to bite back a smile at the chaos your simple letter had caused.

Around two weeks had passed until Astra returned to you, two letters attached to her leg this time.

You greeted her with a warm smile as she landed on the inside of you window, “Welcome home, pretty lady! Did you have a nice trip?” You cooed, patting her feathers and giggling when she nuzzled her head against your fingers. Having a magical owl as a pet was weird, but still, you seemed to be managing her okay.

Astra hooted happily, as if informing you that she did, in fact, have a nice trip. “That’s good! Let me take these letters off and you can have a well deserved rest, I’ve made a nice nest up for you,” you rambled softly as you untied the string that was holding the letters to her leg.

Astra hooted, hopping onto your arm and allowing you to place her on the plush pile of pillows and blankets which she immediately made herself comfortable upon, once again hooting in content when you placed a handful of treats in front of her.

You assumed that both letters were from Harry until you noticed the messy handwriting that covered one of the envelopes, handwriting that definitely didn’t belong to Harry. Besides, never, even in the furthest reaches of your imagination, would your best friend ever refer to you as; “Harry’s Pretty Neighbour”. You set that one to the side for the time being and focused on the letter you knew to actually be from Harry.

Dear (Y/n),

Hi. Sorry I didn’t tell you I was a wizard. If it makes you feel better I was actually planning on telling you this summer, but thank you for saving me from that conversation. I miss you too (only a tad). I hope you’re having a good school year so far, it’s been pretty chaotic here but I promise I’ll tell you every single tiny detail when we see each other at the end of May!

Did Astra get home okay? She’s a really lovely owl, she took quite a liking to George who (terrifyingly) has taken quite a liking to you. He’s been badgering me all week for “permission” to write to you, in his words, “just to say hello.” I think you’d actually get along but he and the rest of his family are very magic oriented, I’d be surprised if he didn’t scare you away… the pair of you together would be my worst nightmare. Don’t even get me started on how I’d feel if Fred was in the mix too. I’m tired just thinking about it.

Thank you for the sweets they were lovely, I put a chocolate frog in the envelope for you, it’s a really popular sweet in the wizarding world- don’t freak out when it hops, it’s just a charm the frog isn’t really alive.

I enjoyed the pictures too, I put a few in this letter for you too, the polaroid is running out of film but it should be enough to keep me going until the end of term.

Write to me again soon, I like hearing from you.

Take care,

Harry.

P.S. I’m really sorry you had to kiss Dudley, I’ll do something to make it up to you. Promise.

P.P.S. If George OR Fred manage to write to you PLEASE don’t eat anything they give you.

With a laugh you set the letter down beside you. Curiously, you reached a hand into the ivory envelope and pulled out the peculiarly shaped chocolate box as well as the polaroids. You viewed the photos with a fond smile, Harry always looked so happy, even with whatever chaos was happening around him. Wizard school definitely made your best friend the happiest he’d ever been.

Opening the next letter, which you now guessed judging by Harry’s letter, came from George Weasley, Harry’s friend Ron’s older brother. That was all you knew about him. You let out a gasp once you opened the seal, a small show of tiny fireworks shot out, exploding in balls of reds and oranges across your bedroom before they disappeared as if they’d never been there in the first place.

Slightly frazzled, yet amazed, you cautiously plucked the letter from the envelope and began reading.

Hello, Harry’s Pretty Neighbour.

I hope you enjoyed the show, hopefully it didn’t startle you too much… I’m not exactly sure what muggles are used to… if it did scare you I’m sorry.

Anyway, just wanted to say hi. Promised Harry I wouldn’t spook you, he’s quite protective of you, you know. It’s very sweet.

I don’t blame him, though. If I had a friend as pretty as you I’d be protective too ;)

Don’t break my heart, write back?

Yours truly,

George Weasley x

And that had been the start of it. Two years had passed since you’d discovered the wizarding world and it seemed as though things had simultaneously gotten worse and better. As it turns out, your lifelong best friend was some sort of prophetic hero in the wizard community and on top of that it seemed that there was a war brewing that he would be expected to lead.

Of course, you were completely useless as you don’t possess the ability to perform magic which also means you're at risk of being hate crimed by some classist, wizard, blood supremacists? You weren’t sure. But Harry was worried.

You’d been writing back and forth to a few of Harry’s Hogwarts friends (your friends now too) for a long while now, you’d even gotten a chance to finally meet them when you’d gone with the Dursleys to collect Harry from King’s Cross Station.

You got along best with Hermione seeing as she was raised similarly to yourself and Harry. However, of all of Harry’s school mates, you liked George the most. Everyone could have predicted it really, you’d been writing to each other constantly and the second you’d clapped eyes on each other in the flesh he’d broken out in a run to crush you in a hug. Harry had groaned at the sight of the pair of you, smiling widely at each other, seeming to slot together perfectly. He had to laugh about it now though, if things went well with Ginny he supposed you’d probably end up being his sister-in-law, assuming his predictions of George falling completely in love with you were correct (they were, he knew).

All air of laughter or wizard/muggle romances was gone at the moment however. You and Harry sat alongside each other, your hand holding his loosely between the swings you were sat on, he’d be going into his 5th year at Hogwarts soon, he’d yet to recover from the last. He’d made a friend only for that friend to be killed right in front of him. He’d almost been murdered himself for God’s sake.

“If you don’t feel safe, Haz… maybe, I don’t know? Don’t go back?” You suggested weakly, knowing he’d never do such a thing. As you expected, Harry shook his head and looked at you solemnly.

“Can’t. Not now that he’s back.” With a sigh you squeezed his hand.

“They should be paying you for this, you know,” Harry chuckled then, squeezing your hand in return.

“I’m doing this for you too. To keep you safe.” He admitted and you sighed miserably.

“I wish I could be of more help.” Harry scoffed, his green eyes shining with pure disbelief as he stared at you.

“More help? (Y/n) you must be joking…” he trailed off as you shook your head, you weren’t joking, you hated that you couldn’t help Harry through this, for once you knew there was nothing you could do to improve the situation in any way that would make an impact, “Oi. Look at me,” Harry demanded, no trace of the usual awkward sarcasm to be heard when he spoke.

You let your eyes meet his again and watched how they seemed to soften when he took in how utterly defenceless you looked, “If it hadn’t been for you, the first ten years of my life would’ve been an even worse hell than they already were. You were the only good thing and you’re still the only good thing about being back in this place.”

He watched sadly as your eyes fell to the floor again, “Besides, the sooner we get this mess with Voldemort sorted out, the sooner you and George Weasley can navigate the whole muggle/wizard romance thing.”

At his statement you barked out a laugh and Harry let himself smile too, “Shut up, Potter. S’not like that.”

Harry laughed then too, “Oh it is so like that, (N/n).”

“It so isn’t.” You grumbled, but your little smile confirmed to Harry that it absolutely was like that.

“Okay. Fine, please then do tell, what is going on between you and the infamous George Weasley?” Harry challenged, revelling in the way your cheeks burned with embarrassment. He let out a low chuckle when you shrugged shyly and kicked the stones beneath your feet.

“I don’t know… We write to each other a lot, and I think he’s really interesting and funny and sweet and of course I think he’s fit. But, I don’t know,” you bit your lip as Harry listened to you, he found it quite endearing. “I just don’t see how it would work. I like him, yeah, but…” Harry scoffed again as you trailed off. He hated seeing you feeling so insecure, Harry was clueless about a lot of things, but he knew exactly how much his best friend was worth- more than all the gold in Gringott’s.

“Ok as your best mate, and as someone who is very close with the Weasley family, I’m telling you that he’s mad about you. All he ever does is ask me about you, Fred is completely sick of him. He’s even told Molly about you, which is truly a commitment believe me,” Harry started, growing more content with the more bashful you became, “And didn’t he write to you just before the Yule Ball to tell you that he was going with Katie Bell as a friend but he wanted to tell you just incase you heard it from someone else and he didn’t want you to get the wrong idea?” Finally, you were back to fighting a smile.

“Yeah he did.”

“Well there you go. But seriously he hasn’t dated or even so much as looked at anyone else since he met you. Which I’ll be honest is super annoying for me but you deserve someone who thinks you hung the stars in the sky.”

A mock gasp left your lips and you released his hand to place it over your chest in faux hurt, “You mean to tell me you don’t think I hung the stars in the sky? I’m hurt, Harry. I think I’ll have to rat you out to Mrs. Weasley.”

Harry laughed but the lighthearted atmosphere didn’t last long before Dudley had shown up with his little gang of bullies, all of whom made fun of Harry’s nightmares.

It was then things had taken a turn for the worst, the sky turned black and storm clouds completely blocked out the previously scorching sun. You looked to Harry for answers but he seemed to be seeing something that you couldn’t, all you knew was that it had become unbearably cold, a feeling of misery making a home in your bones as Harry rushed to pull you to your feet.

“Run! Come on!” He shouted, clutching your hand tightly in his and sprinting through the neighbourhood until you, Harry and Dudley found yourselves struggling to catch a breath in a graffiti covered tunnel.

A terrified yelp left your throat as what you’d been running from revealed itself to you.

Several floating, cloaked shadowy figures swooped into the tunnel on both sides, their hands decaying and boney, their presence leaving you with the feeling that you’d never know positively ever again.

Harry had effectively used his body to cage you against the wall of the tunnel, his back pressed firmly against your chest, your own back pressed to the cold concrete wall, his wand was at the ready as the creatures approached rapidly.

“Don’t look at them.” Harry instructed, protecting you first as you watched in horror as one of the creatures seemed to be ripping Dudley’s essence straight out of his body.

It only took Harry a few painfully long seconds to take care of the creature in front of the pair of you, you’d wished you’d taken his advice and buried your head in his shoulder so you wouldn’t see the monstrous creatures before you, yet, you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from Dudley.

The rest happened in a blur, Harry had yet to let go of your hand as it (and your entire body) shook violently. Demontors broke even the strongest of wizards, Harry knew that as a muggle who’d never seen a magical creature, other than an owl, you’d react negatively.

“If it makes you feel any better, I used to faint every time I saw a dementor.” You nodded numbly, giving Dudley a side glance of concern while he mumbled incoherently to himself.

“Is he alright?” You questioned meekly, voice shaking. You were still freezing and the all too familiar feeling of uselessness didn’t do anything to help you regain your inner warmth.

Harry nodded, “He will be.”

“The ministry will be after my head for using magic outside of school,” he told you after a few minutes, squeezing your hand lightly for the umpteenth time, “So I’m gonna have to go away for a while. Probably tonight. Eat some chocolate, it should stop the shaking.” He told you, you hadn’t even noticed you’d reached Privet Drive.

“And they won’t-“ your breath got caught in your throat and your eyes filled with fear, “The dementors. They won’t come back, will they?”

Harry shook his head, “No. But come on, we should get you inside before the ministry shows up and tries to obliviate you.” His final words came out as more of a mumble than an actual sentence as he passed a bumbling Dudley over to Petunia and Vernon before steering you down your own driveway.

“You better not have broken her too, boy!” You vaguely registered Vernon’s voice shouting in your and Harry’s direction.

Your parents were away on holiday at the moment, in Spain. They’d wanted you to come but you hadn’t wanted to miss Harry’s visit, so when you shakily managed to open the door the house was completely dark, you weren’t sure at what point night had fallen.

Harry closed the door behind himself and made his way into your kitchen, the boy rifled through your sweet press before his hand finally settled on what he was looking for. A triumphant sort of yell left his lips as he pulled a bar of chocolate out of the cupboard.

While Harry tossed the bar onto the counter and busied himself with boiling the kettle, you stood in the hallway still, completely rigid.

“Come on, (Y/n). Sit down.” He urged gently, not turning around. Wordlessly, you fully entered the kitchen and slid into a chair facing Harry.

“Don’t you have better things to be doing than making me tea?” You wondered, setting your hands on the table and fidgeting with your icy fingers. Obviously, you appreciated Harry’s fussing but with the way he was talking about the ministry earlier you were sure he had more important things to worry about.

Harry only faced you once he was finished making your tea. He carried the hot cup and the previously discarded bar of chocolate over to you, he placed them both on the table before giving you a hard look, “I’m looking after you first. I’ll deal with everything else later.”

“I used to be the one who took care of you.” You said through a sigh, taking a sip of the hot tea and slumping against your seat as you began to heat up on the inside again.

Harry let out a low chuckle, “Oh how the tables have turned.”

“I liked it better the other way.” You complained, munching on a square of chocolate.

“Trust me, so did I,” Harry groaned, standing up and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, “Don’t worry though, (N/n). Have a sneaking feeling that you’ll be looking after me again soon enough.”

You patted the hand he had clamped on your shoulder in appreciation, “Thank you, though, for looking after me.”

“Course. I better go. I don’t want you getting roped into anything else tonight,” he said with a sad smile and you nodded in understanding, “We probably won’t see each other for a while but I’ll write. Is Astra back from Cecilia's yet?” Celillia is the witch you’d gotten Astra from in the first place, the pair of you had kept in touch and she’d recently offered to try and teach you some basic divination skills, she claimed that, “Being a wizard isn’t exactly a requirement” and you desperately needed something, anything, to make you feel more connected to your friends in the wizarding world. You supposed you’d need to plan a trip to her cottage soon, after tonight you definitely needed some of her wisdom.

“No, not yet. She flew straight there from the burrow so I suppose she’s probably resting,” you informed him distantly, still clutching his hand, “You’ll be careful, won’t you?”

Harry squeezed your shoulder and let out a deep breath, “I’ll try my best. Promise,” with that he lifted his hand from your shoulder and extended his pinky to you, you gladly linked it with your own. Harry noted, very gratefully, that the warmth had now returned to your hands and you’d stopped shaking so violently.

“Send me a letter once Astra gets back, alright? I’ll keep you updated on what’s going on over on my side.” You agreed before walking Harry to the door, hugging him tightly and watching as he approached the Dursley’s front door.

As predicted, Harry, George, Hermione and Cecillia had let you know that the wizarding world was crumbling fast. Admittedly you were worried about your wizard friends, but Cecillia had done a great job of keeping you distracted by keeping you buried under heaps of divination books, tarot cards and crystal guidebooks. As it turns out, though, you had quite the talent for making accurate detailed predictions.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were descended from a powerful seer,” she’d written to you in awe after you’d managed to predict exactly how a date of hers would go without missing a single detail.

Reading tarot cards quickly became one of your favourite hobbies to indulge in when you weren’t in school. You’d made the mistake of telling George about it in a recent letter, Harry already knew and he also knew that there was no point telling you that he didn’t have a heap of faith in divination. George however was having a field day with the new information.

The older boy teased you at every chance he got, but it was all in good fun as in every letter he sent, you’d find a page that he’d ripped out of his own divination book, the pages would be crinkled and have messy notes scribbled along the margins, with explanations over words that he knew you wouldn’t understand as a muggle. They were actually really helpful. Aside from all the teasing he found it quite endearing that you were trying to get familiar with some form of magic. Even if it was a form of magic wizards tended to ridicule.

He’d been quite worried about you, Harry told him about the dementors and how you’d been quite shaken up after your encounter with them. He’d written to you on a weekly basis, constantly checking in on you, making absolutely sure that no more dementors paid you a visit. He and Harry both kept you up to date with the constant and seemingly never ending rules being imposed upon them by their new headmaster, or headmistress; Delores Umbridge. George also disclosed to you all about his and Fred’s plan to leave Hogwarts and pursue their lifelong dream of opening a joke shop. You had nothing but faith in the twins, really. Your complete faith in them hadn’t stopped you from sending George a handful of crystals that you believed would help his and his shop’s success. He’d teased you relentlessly in each letter since he’d received your package containing citrine, tiger’s eye, amazonite, aventurine and smokey quartz. What he hadn’t mentioned since receiving your little gifts, is that he’d been carrying the five crystals around in their little orange mesh drawstring bag in his pocket everywhere he went. He had to give credit where credit is due and, to be fair to you and your holistic ways, he hadn’t run into any serious obstacles since he started carrying the gems around.

November through June had brought forth a plethora of unfortunate events. You were practically swimming in school work which left you with no time to write to Harry, or even practice tarot. As well as that, you’d been having nightmares, although Cecillia had warned that these dreams could hold some sort of prophesies within them, you highly doubted that though, you weren’t a wizard, only a muggle. Whether prophetic or not, the nightmares plagued you, keeping you up at night or waking you at all hours of the morning.

On one particular morning, you’d awoken with a gasp. Sweat coated your face, soaked your pillow cases and caused your legs to stick to your blankets in a way not even the June heat could've caused. Your heart pounded against your ribcage, tears welled in your eyes, and your body shook as violently as it had the night you’d come face to face with the dementors of Azkaban. The unadulterated fear coursing through your bloodstream suggested that perhaps this bad dream had been something more than simply that.

As fast as you could manage in your panicked state, you dragged your body out of bed and stumbled towards your light switch, flicking it on before haphazardly ripping a sheet out of the refill pad on your desk, grabbing a pen and beginning to scribble down the dream that you could only describe as a warning.

Your laboured breaths stirred Astra from her slumber, the tawny hooted tiredly, hopping out of her cage and fluttering over to your shoulder, settling there as you wrote.

Harry,

I hope this letter reaches you in time. I might sound completely mad but something terrible may be about to happen. I’ve been having these horrific dreams over the last few months, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry but Cecillia suspects they���re premonitions and I’m terrified she may be right. I’ve just woken up, it’s around 2am and if I’m lucky, Astra should get this letter to you before 6am…

Onto the dream, you were there and you were asleep, I was standing by your bed, it was a four-poster sort of thing, the room was decorated in mostly red and gold. You woke up panicked, you looked completely overwhelmed and you began shouting about your Godfather Sirius, about how he was in trouble… From then on I watched the day play out. You, Hermoine, Ron, Ginny, a boy with brown hair I’ve never met, I think you called him Neville in my dream, and a blonde girl- Luna I think you called her, you all went to the ministry to rescue Sirius and find some kind of prophecy. Harry you have to listen to me, you mustn’t go, it’s a trick, Voldemort planted it in your head and if you go you’ll only put Sirius in harm’s way. But, knowing you, you’re gonna go anyway… so here’s my advice: keep your eyes open for the witch Bellatrix. Keep Sirius away from the veil and please please please, be careful.

I’m heading to Cecillia’s cottage for the day and maybe even the next couple of days, send Astra there when you find time to write back.

I hope I’m wrong but if I’m not; good luck, Harry. I love you and if you don’t look after yourself the dark lord will be the least of your worries.

Lots of love,

Y/n.

Folding up the letter and placing it in a stray envelope, you addressed it and gently tied it to your loyal owl’s leg. “I’m gonna need you to go as fast as you can to get this to Harry, okay Astra?” She hooted with what you guessed to be determination before she set off, out into the night. Thankfully for you, now that your owl was occupied, you knew Cecillia owned a telephone so you’d have no problems contacting her. While writing to Harry, you’d left out a few details about the dream. You conveniently forget to mention that you’d watched his only remaining family member killed at the hand’s of Bellatrix, it had looked so terrifyingly real that your mind couldn’t have possibly conjured it up all by itself. You also failed to mention hearing Harry’s agonising scream as Sirius fell, the noise was nearly deafening. Seeing Sirius, a man you’d only seen in pictures, die and watching your best friend mourn for him was, well, traumatising. There was no way you’d get a wink of sleep for the remainder of the night, so, you quietly tiptoed downstairs and made a call.

The line rang three times before Cecillia’s voice sounded, chirpy as ever despite the late hour, “Hello?”

“Sorry to call so late,” was all you managed, your voice although shaky was immediately identified by the much older witch.

You could nearly see the soft smile on her youthful face as she spoke, “Ah, Y/n my darling, no worries at all! How is my favourite student doing at half two in the morning?”

“Not well, I’ve had another vision. I think you might’ve been right about the dreams being prophetic,” you told her, willing your voice not to crack as the image of your bad dreams crept into your mind once again.

Cecillia let out a gentle hum, “Shall I apparate over? You don’t sound in the highest of spirits, darling.”

“Yes please,” you answered simply and within seconds Cecillia was standing before you, a worried furrow in her brow and her ashy brown hair disheveled from apparating to you in such a hurry. How could she not? You were, after all, her protégé.

“Oh, darling. You look terribly shaken up, come, come, let’s get you some water,” she fretted, guiding you to your kitchen, magically flicking on the light with her wand and filling up a glass of water, with a few flicks of her wrist the glass had floated over to your usual seat at the table, meanwhile Cecillia had stirred you into the wooden chair adjacent the glass.

Wordlessly, the witch peeled your damp hair away from your face and secured it back with a crocodile clip shaped like a huge golden bumble bee, it’s wings adorned with glittering gems. The bee sat comfortably in your hair as Cecillia finally sat down beside you, she made herself comfortable on the kitchen chair, crossing one leg over the other, resting her elbow on the table and using it to prop her cheek up. Her wide green eyes stared at you sympathetically, watching intently as you sipped your water.

“I’m assuming your loyal familiar is sleeping soundly?” She wondered, referring to Astra. You shook your head, simultaneously swallowing a gulp of water before responding verbally.

“I sent her with a letter to Harry, it was more of a warning really,” Cecillia nodded her head, signalling you to go on, “I dreamt of Harry and his friends going to the Ministry of Magic to rescue Sirius Black, but it was a trap. When they got there they were ambushed by dark wizards and Sirius well he…” you trailed off, eyes growing distant and unfocused when the sight of the man being murdered reentered your mind’s eye. A gentle hand on your shoulder pulled you back to the present.

“This one was far worse than the others then?”

You nodded, “It didn’t feel like a dream, cecillia. It was like I was actually standing there but I couldn’t do anything to help though… as per usual,” you muttered bitterly, receiving a harsh squeeze to your shoulder in response.

Cecillia fixed you with a maternal glare, “None of that! You potentially saved a life tonight. And, as I effortlessly predicted since the moment I met you, you’ve got the magical gift of sight,” her hard look melted into something more forgiving as she spoke, “You’re much more than just a muggle. You may have been an extremely late bloomer, but, you’re a witch and a seer at that. A peculiar case indeed, although in the wizarding world stranger things have happened,” the old witch told you proudly, eyes shining with glee as your own filled with confusion.

“How do we know the dream will even come true?” You questioned.

Cecillia simply shrugged and offered you a cheeky grin, “I trust your feelings, darling.”

True to your initial feeling, you hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep, you knew you wouldn’t be able to rest until you found out whether or not your dream had come to fruition. Cecillia remained by your side throughout the night, eventually the sun had risen and your parents descended down the stairs, neither of them were surprised to see Cecillia sitting at the kitchen table. They saw her as an odd woman, very kind and perfectly lovely, but odd. You’d told them that she owned an animal sanctuary and that you’d been volunteering with her, it wasn’t too far fetched really, she had given you an owl after all, not to mention the amount of cats that hung around her cottage.

She explained to your parents that she needed your help at ‘the sanctuary’ for the next few days and that she’d drop you home once the work was finished. It hadn’t been a problem, so you traveled to Cecillia’s cottage after getting dressed and packing an overnight bag (full to the brim with tarot decks and only some clothes).

It was nearly 8 in the evening when Cecillia sauntered into her living room, where you were sitting, sporting a knowing grin, she held a piece of parchment in one hand and an unopened envelope in the other.

Jovially, she plopped herself down beside you, obviously doing her very best to contain a huge grin from forming on her face. Wordlessly, she placed the envelope on your lap with a mere, “For you.”

On the envelope you could tell by the handwriting that it had come from Harry. This was definitely a make or break moment for you. The contents of this letter would either confirm that you did in fact have magic, or, they would be responsible for causing you to experience a seismic amount of embarrassment. Swallowing the lump in your throat you tore the envelope open, freeing the letter and daring to read what was inside.

Dear Y/n,

Your dream was right. And that advice you gave about keeping an eye on Sirius? It saved his life. I suppose I’m mostly writing to say thank you. I’ve got some updates for you too: firstly, it’s finally been confirmed that Voldemort is back so my name is cleared. Secondly, it turns out that Remus and Cecillia are old friends, she contacted him earlier today about your vision and he and Sirius haven’t shut up about how impressive it is. I have a feeling you might be hearing from them soon, The Order now more than ever is in need of a secret weapon and genuine seers are hard to come by. I hate to involve you in this, it’ll probably be dangerous and you know I don’t want to see you hurt, or worse. But having said that, I’m glad we’re in this together now.

Astra got here in good time, by the way, she landed on my window just after I woke up from my vision of Sirius, it was actually quite freaky. I’m taking good care of her so don’t worry, she should be back to you at some point tomorrow.

Hermoine and Ron say hi too. I’m sure you’ll be hearing from George soon, seeing as he and Fred are in the Order… On that note I better get going.

Thank you again for the warning.

See you soon,

Love, Harry.

A bemused smile spread across your lips as you scanned the page, thankful to have finally made a significant difference in Harry’s life. Cecillia was grinning like a cheshire cat beside you, pride shimmering in her emerald eyes. She bumped her arm against yours playfully when you let the letter fall to your lap, “An old friend of mine will be stopping by in a short while. It seems he’d like to get you trained up in some defence against the dark arts.” She told you, still grinning.

“Defence against the dark arts?” You wondered out loud, you were sure you’d heard Harry mention those words to you before, however, the memories were fuzzy.

“Magic to keep you safe from darker magic, the likes of which the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters rely,” she explained darkly. Just then, a loud bang erupted from her open stone fireplace, a bubble of green dissipated as two men stepped less than gracefully onto Cecillia’s faux-fur rug. You recognised them both from your vision. They were Sirius Black and, if you were to take an educated guess, Remus Lupin.

Cecillia wasted no time before she was giddily jumping from her seat to greet the pair who had just appeared in her sitting room.

“Remus! Oh, how wonderful to see you!” She all but squealed, pulling the tall man into a hug and ruffling his already messy hair.

He reciprocated the hug with a gentle chuckle, “It’s nice to see you again, Cece. It’s been far too long,” he pulled away and the pair of them shared a fond smile before simultaneously looking to Sirius. “I trust you remember Sirius?” Lupin asked, almost rhetorically.

Sirius let out a booming laugh at that, “She could never forget me, now could you, Cece?” Cecillia rolled her eyes, and with a look of endearment nearly tackled Sirius into an embrace.

Seeing the woman who was essentially your magical mentor so overjoyed was lovely, Cecillia was jolly at the best of times but you’d never seen her quite like this. Her happiness added to your sense of helpfulness, Sirius Black was obviously important to more than just Harry, if the smile on the free-spirited witches face was anything to go by. Although you were ecstatic for the three witches and wizards before you, you couldn’t help but feel like you were imposing on an intimate reunion.

Awkwardly you cleared your throat, successfully bringing the trio’s attention onto you as you stood by the sofa, smiling unsurely. If it was even possible, all three of their smiles broadened when their gazes landed on you.

“Am I right in assuming that this is my guardian angel?” Sirius asked, separating from Cecillia.

Cecillia nodded, filled with pride, “And isn’t she just the loveliest guardian angel you’ve ever seen?” She gushed, half seriously.

You offered Sirius a bashful smile, along with a nod of greeting, “I’m glad to see you’re alright,” you told him.

His grin stayed fixed in place but he raised a single eyebrow in confusion, “Glad? And yet you’ve never met me before now…” his tone was laced with inquisition, as if he wanted to figure out what ulterior motive you could possibly have for caring about a stranger you’d only ever seen in a dream.

It didn’t take a seer or a psychic to see what Sirius was after, so you simply answered him truthfully, “No, we’ve never met, but you’re still a person, I watched that woman kill you, it was horrible, nobody deserves that. As well as that; I know how much you mean to Harry and what sort of best friend would I be if I didn’t try to help him keep his last family member safe?” Sirius nodded approvingly at your reply, looking between Remus and Cecillia.

“She remind you of anyone?” The black haired man asked in a low chuckle, Remus snickered and Cecillia bit back a grin.

The witch made her way back to your side and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, jostling you ever so slightly when she noticed your vaguely worried expression, “Don’t worry, darling, you just remind us of one of our most treasured school friends, I promise I will tell you all about it later. But for now, I believe Sirius was about to thank you for saving his life?” She prompted, waiting expectantly.

Sirius cleared his throat and straightened his posture before outstretching his arm, offering you his hand which you took firmly in your own. His voice was steady, strong and genuine when he spoke, “I am truly thankful for what you did for not only me but Harry today. I’m extremely proud of my godson for aligning himself with such a strong, powerful and wonderfully loyal young lady.”

“How sweet,” Cecillia cooed, before guiding you to the kitchen, “Come now, boys, kettles on- we have a lot to discuss!” She called over her shoulder.

There certainly had been a lot to discuss. The Order of the Phoenix thought having a seer at their disposal would be extremely beneficial in the upcoming war, the issue was; you are not yet of age and some members of the group didn’t wish to involve a child in their battle. Sirius, Remus and Cecillia made it abundantly clear that if you desired to join the Order, you were more than welcome but you would be welcomed under certain conditions. Those conditions being that your membership be kept under wraps and not disclosed to any muggles, meaning your parents.

“To keep them safe and to give you an escape route if things get too messy, even with the level of magic you’ll have gained by the time the war is in full swing, as a muggle born you’ll most likely need to flee quickly,” Remus explained, though it didn’t make much sense.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to run if my parents knew what we were running from? They’re open minded people, I’m sure they’d understand,” you attempted to reason, the trio but exchanged yet another loaded look with each other.

Cecillia placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, “We have a contingency plan in place, darling. Nothing you need to worry about for right now,” she reassured, easing your nerves a tad. “You trust me don’t you?” She followed up, her tone slightly stonier, more serious. You nodded your head certainly in response, there was no doubt about it; you trusted the witch with your life. “Then,” she began again, a somewhat chastising look on her face, “Trust that I will not allow a single hair on your head to be harmed.” This rule also extended to wizards not in the Order, which meant that when in the magical world, you were to air on the side of extreme caution.

Relating to that, another condition was that, at all times in the magical world, you were to be accompanied by an of age member of the Order. According to Sirius, who your were growing to like more by the second, he was going to arrange for a member of the Order to bring you to Diagon Alley in the morning to get you a wand. The prospect of having a wand of your own was terribly exciting, once again though, you found yourself wondering if you had it in you to properly wield one, or wield one at all for that matter. You were too exhausted to fret for too long, so the thoughts about magic levels and your own capabilities were only fleeting. Once all of the serious chat dissipated into friendly chatter, you managed to slip away from the table at which you were all sat. Making your way back to the sitting room, you tucked yourself into the corner seat of Cecillia’s old and very comfortable sofa, pulled your knees against your chest, wrapped your arms around them and rested your cheek against your knee. Slowly and deeply, you began to breathe in and out, fiddling with the amazonite bracelet that adorned your wrist in order to quell your ever growing anxiety. For a few sweet minutes you indulged in the calm silence, meditating peacefully in your comfy seat until a soft knock sounded from the doorway. When your eyes fluttered open they were met with the image of Sirius Black, leaning casually against the frame of the door, a hand plunged deep into his trouser pocket and another flipping a stray tarot card between his fingers. His eyes were focused on yours as he spoke, “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

You shook your head and patted the seat beside you, “‘Course not, come sit.”

The man chuckled but obliged, settling in the spot beside you and offering you the card he’d previously been fiddling with.

“The ten of swords,” you identified easily, “I assume you’ve been feeling quite overwhelmed if this card found its way to you.”

Sirius hummed, “CeCe tells me that you’ve a penchant for card reading. I was rubbish at divination back at Hogwarts, only took it because I thought it’d be easy but I could never get my head around it,” he reminisced, an airy laugh slipping from his lips.

“If you don’t mind me asking, who were you all talking about earlier when you asked if I reminded Cecilia and Remus of anyone?” He let out a deep sigh before fixing you with a soft smile.

“An old school friend of ours, she was more than a friend to me, but that’s a story for another time,” he started, staring out into the empty space before him a melancholy grin on his lips, “She was fiercely loyal to her friends, if she wanted to help there was absolutely nothing that would stop her from doing so. I know I don’t know you very well, but from what I heard today and the way in which you’ve been described to me by Harry; I can see her in you,” he finished, bumping his shoulder with yours and forcing a happy smile onto your lips which mirrored Sirius’.

“What’s her name?” You asked.

“Her name was Marlene,” Sirius answered.

Your heart dropped with his use of past tense, “Was?”

Sirius bowed his head slightly and began to twist the rings that adorned his slender fingers, “She was killed during the first war,” he told you, making eye contact once again, a grave expression on his face as he continued, “I saw your apprehension earlier when we brought up the topic of secrecy, but you must understand that during the first war we lost so many who were dear to us, keeping you in our back pocket will ensure that you aren’t harmed in the face of this war, if any dark wizards hear so much of a whisper of a muggleborn seer they will stop at nothing to eliminate you,” he paused for a brief second, never breaking eye contact, the gravity of the situation heavy on your chest your fingers absentmindedly found your amazonite bracelet once again. Your movements were halted when Sirius placed his large hand over yours, squeezing it warmly while staring at you determinedly, “You saved my life today, Y/n. So believe me when I tell you that I will stop at nothing to keep you safe,” he promised and you squeezed his hand in return.

“I know,” he smiled as he watched your eyes return to the ten of swords and your grin broadened with the sort of mischief he’d only ever seen in four people; James Potter, Marlene McKinnon and Fred and George Weasley. “I have a prediction for you.”

Sirius entertained you fondly, a mischievous air that reminded him of when he was your age surrounding the pair of you, “By all means, do tell.”

“I predict,” you paused for emphasis, “that we are going to be very good friends.”

Sirius let out a booming laugh of which the volume he couldn’t control, “That is a prediction I truly hope will come to fruition.”

“Oh no, this is a duo that spells trouble,” Cecillia giggled to Remus as they entered the sitting room.

Remus looked between you and Sirius with a grin, “With a mentor like you, Cece, I’m not surprised Y/n has a taste for mischief,” the ruffled wizard teased, receiving a gentle elbow to the ribs from your mentor.

“Oi, if you’re going to blame my beloved girl’s mischief on anyone you better blame it on a certain Weasley twin,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows and causing the boys to smile giddily like teenagers.

Sirius bumped your shoulder again, this time with a faux-scandalised smile, “A Weasley twin, eh? Come on then, which one?” You blushed heavily and cleared your throat in an attempt to alleviate the embarrassment filling your being.

“He’s just a friend!”

“Mhm. A friend that sends her annotated pages from his divination text book,” Cecillia sang and Sirius snickered.

“Whichever one it is must be quite taken with you if you made him actually crack open a textbook.”

“Annotations are quite intimate,” Remus half teased although you could see he believed what he’d just said, “I bet it’s George,” he directed the bet at Sirius who carefully observed the way you bit your lip and bashfully looked towards the wooden floor.

“I think you’re right, moony. Now!” He stood suddenly and pointed a finger at Remus expectantly, “We best get going and arrange Y/n’s accomplice for tomorrow’s field trip,” he wiggled his eyebrows before turning his head to face you again, he shot you a wink and you couldn’t stop the airy laugh that left your mouth at his lighthearted antics.

Remus gave Cecillia a one armed hug, “we’ll be seeing you both tomorrow then, it was lovely to meet you, Y/n, perhaps next time Sirius will allow me to get a word in,” he chuckled and Sirius responded by throwing his arm around your shoulder.

“I better get off, this husband of mine is growing jealous,” he told you in a teasingly hushed whisper.

Your eyes widened and you looked between the two men, “You two are married?”

A love struck smile took over both of their faces which immediately gave you your answer. “We’re engaged,” Sirius clarified before pulling you into a proper hug, “Get a good night's sleep, we’ll be sending an order member to collect you early tomorrow morning so you can be in and out of Olivander’s before a crowd can build,” he told you while giving you an affectionate squeeze, you could’ve laughed when you realised that it felt like you’d known Sirius forever but you also could’ve cried when you relived the image of him losing his life and realised that just because it was over and prevented didn't mean it hadn’t still transpired in your mind’s eye, you didn’t let that show on your face though.

“I’ll make sure I’m well rested,” you promised.

With that, Sirius bid Cecillia goodbye, and he and Remus left the way they’d came.

The rest of the night had been spent with Cecillia telling you story after story about her school days and the trouble she’d caused with Sirius, Remus, James and Lily Potter, Harry’s parents, and another boy who she only referred to as “the rat”. Though the tone of the stories were completely lighthearted, they weighed on your chest with a sense of such tragedy. A huge majority of their friends were killed young because of the war, a war that was now waging once again. It led you to wonder who’d be lost to this one, if perhaps you’d be on the list of names that Harry or Cecillia or George would speak about fondly with a dense undertone of sorrow in the years after the second war had long since been won. It was a risk you were willing to take though, the notion of fighting for a deserving cause filled you with a sense of purpose, a purpose you’d been searching for for years. More than that, you felt important. You were needed. An asset. You would actually be of some help.

True to your word, you’d been getting a good night’s rest. The bed in Cecillia’s spare room was the comfiest thing you’d ever come across, though, as you began to stir from your deep slumber you couldn’t recall the empty side of the double bed being quite so dipped.

Slowly and begrudgingly, you cracked your eyes open to see Cecillia smiling tiredly at you in the light of dawn, “Morning, darling. Sorry about the early start, I’ve made you some tea,” she greeted quietly so as to not disturb the peace of the early morning. She held two ceramic mugs, one in each hand and passed you the steaming cup that was hand painted green, keeping the brown one for herself. Tiredly, you patted the spot beside you and pulled the quilt to the side, inviting the witch into the warm bed. She happily slid in, pulling the quilt over her and chuckling quietly when you dropped your head onto her robed shoulder and began to sip the tea she’d made. Cecillia rested her head against yours and sipped on her own tea.

“Are you excited for today?” She asked and you hummed.

“I’m having mixed emotions,” you stated, “I’m excited to see everything, but I’m sort of nervous that I won’t have enough magic to even get a wand,” Comfort spread through your chest when Cecillia pressed her lips to the crown of your head.

“The wonderful thing about wands, lovely, is that the wand picks the wizard,” she began, “so whatever wand you end up with will accentuate the level of magic inside you. Its power will grow as yours does and you’ll soon come to realise that you couldn’t imagine wielding anything else,” her voice was wistful and her eyes shined with wonder as she recalled how it felt to bond to a wand.

“What do you think mine will be like?” You wondered, excitement awakening in you thanks to Cecillia’s encouraging words.

The witch took an exaggerated slurp of her tea before answering, “Something curious,” was all she said.

“Insightful,” you murmured and she shrugged unapologetically, her chaotic energy exuding now that she’d started to wake up fully. “What time is it anyway?”

“Half six, your chaperone should be arriving at seven and Olivander’s opens at eight,” she told you before shimmying out of bed, you whined in the absence of your head rest. “You better get dressed. Wear something nice, rumour has it that your tag along is quite the eligible bachelor,” she wiggled her eyebrows and all but floated out of the spare room. It was practically your room by now though, over the years since you’d gotten Astra and met Cecillia you’d stayed in the room on countless occasions. Cecillia embodied something that was something between a second mother, a spiritual mentor, a teasing older sister and a slightly kooky aunt.

“Oh? So do you reckon I should brush my hair then?” You jokingly called out after her only to receive a harsh scoff.

“Absolutely not! Don’t be desperate!” You barked out a laugh at her response, shaking your head and getting ready for the day ahead.

You were just about finished getting ready when a familiar bang sounded from the sitting room. Taking a deep breath, you gave yourself one last look over in the mirror, happy with the outfit you’d chosen, you made your way towards the sitting room to come face to face with your surprise chaperone for the day.

When you shuffled into the sitting room, a smile immediately stretched across your lips upon seeing who had been appointed to stick by your side for the day, “George!” His name left your mouth in a squeal that would’ve been embarrassing had you not been so excited to see him. It’d been upwards of a year since the last time you’d seen George in the flesh and although you’d seen each other in photos and written to each other at a rate that was almost excessive, the prospect of spending time together in person was, for lack of a better word; magical.

George drew his attention away from the framed pictures that lined Cecillia’s fireplace to see you standing in the doorway, looking as bright as the newly risen sun and sporting a smile that he couldn’t quite put into words how it made him feel. It only took a second before his own cheek splitting smile grew on his face, and with it left his hopes of impressing you with his cool and collected attitude. You hadn’t given him too much time to dwell on his ruined cool guy facade as you all but threw yourself into his arms. The red head let out an endearing laugh, catching you in his toned arms, wrapping them tightly around your torso. A scarlet blush rising on his ears when he felt your smile against his neck. “Hello to you too,” he chuckled against your ear and you pulled back enough to look at him, your arms still secure around his shoulders.

“Sorry,” you started, the smile that still adorned your lips telling him that you weren’t all that sorry at all, “Hi,” you greeted, bashfully pulling your arms away from him.

The sitting room was quiet for a moment as the pair of you only stared at each other, would it be too much to tell him that you’ve missed him? You didn’t want to come on too strong after such a long time apart, you’d already tackled him into a hug within the first five seconds, but with that came your next internal question of; did you really want to keep this boy on his toes?

George, having already discarded his notion of acting nonchalant with you, bet you to the punch. He rubbed the back of his neck and flicked his gaze to the floor before bringing it back to you, “I’ve missed you.”

A giggle left your lips before you could think about choking it down, you nodded your head, bouncing slightly on the balls of your feet, “Yeah, I’ve missed you too. Sorry I haven’t written, Astra is still with Harry.”

George gave you a grin, “No worries, darling. Heard you’ve been a very busy little psychic lately.”

Darling, you mused internally, the nickname echoing through your head and causing your heart to somersault in a way you’d never really felt before.

“Oh how sweet,” Cecillia sang from the doorway, a wicked grin on her face as she took in the two hopeless blushing messes, staring doe-eyed at each other in the middle of her living room. “I hate to break up the reunion, my dears, but the pair of you really should get going,” she instructed, strutting up to you and holding a cloth pouch in your direction, “Sirius left you some spending money, it’s different than the money you usually use but I’m sure George will have no problem helping you out,” Cecillia shot the boy a wink and he nodded, once again growing bashful.

“Now,” she grew serious, directing her words at George and making him slightly intimidated with her strong eye contact, “You are to be extremely careful. You are not to mention that Y/n is a seer and you are not to draw any attention to the fact that she is a muggleborn, if Mr. Olivander asks, she’s a half-blood who's been living in the states and that’s why she doesn’t have a wand,” you wore a confused expression, George nodded in complete understanding, “Did Sirius give you the list?”

George nodded once again, pulling a folded piece of parchment out of the back pocket of his slightly baggy denim jeans, “May I take a look?” Cecillia asked, already snatching the parchment from George’s long fingers and unfolding the sheet and reading it aloud, “Alright! A wand… seriously? He used a whole page of parchment just to write one thing?” She grumbled, stomping over to the nearest side table, leaning down and began to scribble on the parchment. You looked to George as she wrote, “Why do you have to say I’m from the States?” You asked quietly and George leaned down slightly to be closer to your ear.

“Witches and wizards in America don’t get wands until they’re of age, we get them here when we’re eleven,” just as he was finished offering his explanation, Cecillia walked back over, a hard look on her face that you weren’t used to seeing, though it seemed that the look was reserved for George.

Silently she handed him the parchment before looking to you, hard look dissolving back into her usual playful expression, “Have fun, lovely.” She then turned to George again, apparently having had enough of trying to intimidate the poor boy, she shot him a smile, “You’ll be taking the floo to Diagon Alley, my fireplace is big enough to take the both of you at once,” she handed George a pouch of what looked like green powder, “George knows what to do, now, not to sound like a broken record but do stay safe and have fun,” she finished, ushering the pair of you into her fireplace. You couldn’t lie, it was quite strange, you supposed you should get used to things coming across as strange, you were about to be exposed to the magical wizarding world for the first time after all. In the fireplace, you stood shoulder to shoulder with George, noticing the nervous look on your face, he slid his hand into yours gently. When you looked at him, he kept his face focused on his feet, “Ready, Y/n?” Taking a deep breath you nodded shakily.

“Ready, George.”

At your words, George slammed the green powder onto the ground and shouted, “Diagon Alley!”

You were sure you were going to be sick. Whatever the powder was, it had you spinning at a pace you didn’t know was possible, you had screwed your eyes shut and you were almost certain that you could feel yourself physically moving. It was only when George tugged on your hand that you opened your eyes to see that your surroundings had actually changed. “It’s horrible the first time, but you get used to it,” George said, pulling you by your still intertwined hands onto the cobbled street. The dizziness died down after only a few seconds out in the fresh air, the added sensation of George’s thumb rubbing soothing circles against your hand seemed to do the trick in settling you completely as you took in the street ahead of you. It was dazzling, really. A long cobbled street, lined with shops that looked like they were plucked straight out of a fairytale. As planned, the streets were fairly empty in the early morning as George led you down the path towards the shop where you’d hopefully get your wand. The name “Olivanders” was written above both windows of the dark shop, the words “makers of fine wands since 382 B.C.” were to be seen just above the door. Excitement had completely overridden your nerves and you practically skipped towards the door, George followed casually behind you, his hands tucked into his pockets and a fond smile on his lips.

“I suppose you’re excited then?” He asked teasingly and you didn’t bother trying to hide your obvious childlike wonder as you waited for him to catch up with you.

“It probably seems silly to you, but this morning Cecillia told me all about when she got her wand and it sounded so wonderful,” you told him, smiling when he bumped his shoulder against yours.

“I don’t think it’s silly, I still get giddy thinking about the time Fred and I got wands of our own,” he pushed the door open and motioned for you to step inside, slowly you walked into the empty shop. It was dark and somewhat dingy but there was something very mystically inclining about it, you could feel the energy and it was utterly exhilarating.

“Wow,” you breathed out, spinning where you stood, gazing at the boxes upon boxes that lined the shelves.

Only a minute passed before an old man stumbled to the front of the shop, smiling at the pair of you from behind the counter, “Ah, Mr. Weasley, it’s good to see you, it’s been some time. What can I do for you this morning? I see you’ve brought a friend,” the older wizard greeted and you smiled in response.

“I’m looking for a wand. I’ve been living in the states for the past few years but I just moved home,” you lied easily, George couldn’t help but smirk, what he’d give to have had you around for some of his and Fred’s pranks at Hogwarts.

The old man nodded in understanding, his eyes scanned you, his eyes were scrutinising and you fought the urge to squirm under his gaze, “Interesting. One moment please,” he said, murmuring to himself as he searched the isles for what he was looking for. A small “aha” sounded from within the isles, he was back in front of you within seconds, an open rectangular box in his hand. It was absolutely gorgeous, it resembled a raw tree branch, wood spiralling up its expanse until it stopped at the top, cutting off in a jagged, dull edge. He must’ve noticed how your jaw dropped, how could he not? He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off you since you’d wandered into his shop. He was an old wizard, but he wasn’t naive, he was well aware you weren’t returning from America, he could sense an energy in you that he hadn’t come in contact with in a long time. “Curious, isn’t it?” He prompted you, causing you to let out an airy laugh. Cecillia was going to tease you big time when you got back to her cabin.

“It’s lovely, what is it?” He offered you the box expectantly and you hesitantly picked up the wand with as much care as you possibly could. It was cool against your skin and was heavier than you’d imagined it would be.

“Thirteen inch, oak; cut from the base of a tree, which at the time, was almost six hundred years old,” he explained, watching happily as you ran your fingers along the wands several ridges,”With a phoenix feather core, quite a rare piece indeed. Unfortunately, this particular wand has been extremely difficult to match to a witch. But something tells me that you might be just the witch for the job,” he held your gaze and you once again got the feeling that he knew something he shouldn’t, “Go on, then. Give it a wave,” he prompted and you looked to George for further encouragement. George laughed at your lost expression, pulling his own wand out and pointing it towards the now empty box on the counter, “Like this, love,” he demonstrated, moving his wrist in a semi-circle motion, making the box levitate off the counter.

Another pet name. You ignored the butterflies in your stomach in favour of clearing your throat, squaring your shoulders and pointing your wand at the same box George had just made float, which was now settled back against the counter. Imitating the boy beside you, you moved your wrist in a swift semi-circle. Suddenly, a golden light poured from the tip of the wand and warm air surrounded you, gently blowing your hair back and forcing a laugh of disbelief to leave your lips. George stood wide eyed beside you, his lips parted slightly. He was amazed really, he went through five wands before he found the one that fit him, yet you’d found yours on the first try, and he had to admit; you looked glorious doing it.

After paying for your wand, you exited the shop, looking around George’s side at the list he was holding. From what you could make out, Cecillia had added a number of items to the originally very short list; 1) a wand, 2) a pendulum (crystal of the ladies choice), 3) crystals: labradorite, lapis lazuli & azurite, 4) mugwort, 5) new tarot deck (again, whatever she wants Sirius can afford it ;)).

“Suppose our next stop is the divination shop,” George said, mostly to himself but gave you a mischievous smile, “If we hurry up and get our shopping done fast we could probably get a butterbeer in before we rejoin the rest of the Order,” he sang, grazing his hand against yours as you walked side by side.

“Beer? You seriously want to drink beer at half eight in the morning?” You asked him, your eyebrow raised and he replied with an exaggerated roll of his eyes and draped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close against his side and once again leaning his head down so his lips were level with your eye.

“No, you git,” he began with a laugh, “It’s not really beer, it’s pretty sweet; most wizards love it.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, “Sounds nice,” you told him absently, preoccupied with all the intriguing shops that surrounded you. George’s arm remained wrapped around your shoulder as you strolled further into Diagon Alley, seemingly uninterested in his offer for a butterbeer. The pair of you got what you needed from the shop and, since it hadn’t taken long, you decided to take George up on his drinks offer. You noticed that he seemed a little bit crestfallen since your noncommittal answer earlier.

“Hey,” you said, bumping your arm against his.

“Hello,” he replied, returning the gesture.

“So… d’you wanna go get one of those beer things that you were talking about earlier?” You asked nervously, your lip between your teeth. For all you knew, asking someone to grab a butterbeer in the wizarding world was the muggle equivalent to proposing.

George flashed you a grin that was almost childlike, it was mesmerising, so sweet and pure and you almost wished you’d brought your camera to take a picture of it. “I thought you’d never ask.”

With a giggle you let him grab your hand and lead you excitedly towards a building that had “The Leaky Cauldron” written above the door. When you got inside, George led you to a small round table with two chairs and you both sat down opposite each other. As casually as you could, you rested your elbow against the table and let your cheek rest against your fist, for a solid few minutes, while George ordered, you curiously looked around the pub until your gaze finally rested on George who was already looking at you with a soft smile, “Having fun?” He asked, genuinely curious.

You nodded your head, “Mhm, are you? I’m sure getting up at the crack of dawn to take me shopping isn’t something someone like you would usually like to do for fun,” you said, becoming slightly self conscious when you realised that he probably wasn’t enjoying the morning as much as you were. This was all normal for him, you’d nearly forgotten.

George gave you a perplexed look, “Course I’m having fun, love. But, what do you mean someone like me?”

You shrugged, once again pushing down the butterflies that arose in your stomach from the pet name, “I dunno, you’re just- you’re mischievous and fun and… I don’t know, shopping for stuff with me doesn’t seem like it’s something you’d want to do. I just hope Sirius didn’t force you into it,” you admitted shyly, smiling gratefully at the waiter when he placed the mugs of golden liquid on the table.

George chewed on his bottom lip for a second before he shook his head, “He didn’t force me. I sort of, well, I sort of forced him to let me take you. He wanted Professor Lupin to do it but I…” he let out an exaggerated sigh before giving you a smile, “I wanted to spend time with you,” he confessed sweetly, watching happily as a smile formed on your lips and you tried to hide it in the rim of your butterbeer. He laughed when your face lit up once the liquid hit your lips, “Like it?”

“This stuff is amazing,” you almost shouted, taking another large sip from the drink, “No wonder you all love it so much.”

George snickered, “Just in case it wasn’t clear; I’m having a lot of fun with you,” he said all too casually, taking a sip of his drink.

“Where to now?” You wondered, after you’d finished your drinks and set off back towards the floo network.

George shot you a cheeky look and wiggled his eyebrows, “I’m taking you back to headquarters.”

“Sounds ominous,” you commented, following him into the fireplace, nervously.

“D’you want a tip?” George asked out of the blue and you looked up at him expectantly, nodding. “The dizziness isn’t as bad if you keep your eyes open,” he whispered, taking your hand once again and throwing down the same green powder from earlier and shouting a new location that you hadn’t heard before. You cringed as the world began to spin, listening to George’s advice hadn’t helped much as the transportation was just as awful as it had been the first time. Unbeknownst to you, you were squeezing George’s hand like your life depended on it, George’s thumb had resumed brushing circles around your hand in response, the harsh squeezing didn’t bother him at all, not when it was you doing the squeezing. Just like earlier, George led you out of the fireplace and into the unfamiliar sitting room. Though the room was completely unfamiliar it was full of faces you immediately recognised, one face in particular standing out above all the rest.

In a second you’d dropped not only George’s hand, but all of your shopping bags to the floor carelessly and hurled yourself towards the boy who had already begun rushing towards you the second he caught sight of you appearing in the fireplace. Your bodies collided with so much force that you nearly sent each other tumbling to the ground, laughter sounded from both of you as you swayed the other, almost roughly, the way you always did when reuniting after an extended period of time.

“Glad to see you in one piece, Harry,” you told him with a cheeky smile on your lips, opting not to call him Haz in front of all of his wizard friends lest they tease him, not to mention you’d become quite possessive of the nickname, you wouldn’t be too pleased if anyone else started adopting it. Not that you’d ever admit that out loud.

“Yeah, you too,” his smile was as wide as could be when he shook his head, “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“Do you want me to pinch you?” You teased, jokingly taking his cheek between your thumb and your pointer, giving the skin between them a gentle squeeze. Harry swatted your hand away with a low chuckle and unraveled his arms from around you.

“Alright, you two, if you’re ready we have some matters we need to discuss with our newest member,” Sirius’ voice sounded from behind you, a knowing look on his face as he watched Harry sneakily pinch your arm in retaliation. He had to fight the urge he felt to reminisce on his old school days; when he’d purposely annoy James, Remus or Peter and receive the exact same mockingly vengeful look that you’d just given Harry.

“I’ll bring your things to the kitchen,” George announced, reminding you of his presence before he walked rather quickly out of the room, bags clutched in his hands.

Harry snorted out a laugh when Sirius followed George out of the room, leaving the both of you alone. Harry wiggled his eyebrows and did his best to make his voice take on a sultry tone, “he’s bringing your things to the kitchen.”

“Shut your mouth, Potter,” you replied, pinching his cheek for the second time and tossing your arm around his shoulder, him doing the same as he led you to what you assumed was the kitchen.

“Do I have your permission to open my mouth to tell you something,” Harry asked lightly, stopping so you were both standing outside a closed wooden door.

“I’ll allow it,” you answered, smiling softly at your best friend.

Harry grinned, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Haz,” the boy groaned at the name but made no further comment, he pushed the wooden door open and walked inside.

The room held a long table where many adults were sat, chatting in hushed whispers when you entered the room, some of whom you recognised and some you didn’t. Mrs. Weasley was fluttering about the table, filling people’s tea cups before she spotted you. The woman, who you’d only ever met briefly at King’s Cross station one year, rushed over to you and greeted you warmly, “Hello, dear! Come, come sit down!” She ushered you to a vacant chair beside George and across from Fred, Harry took the seat on your other side. “I trust you got everything you needed from Diagon Alley? I hope that son of mine didn’t cause any trouble for you,” you gave her a friendly smile and shook your head.

“Yes, we were able to find what we needed and George was very helpful,” Mrs. Weasley, seemingly satisfied with your answer, offered a gentle smile to you and George. She then pushed a cup of tea towards you before sitting down herself.

Beneath the table George bumped his knee lightly against yours, but didn’t break from his conversation with his twin as he left his knee pressed against yours. You didn’t draw attention to it either, simply letting your knee relax against his as the witches and wizards at the long table grew quiet in favour of staring at you wordlessly.

“I’m sure you’ve all heard the news of the seer we’ve acquired,” Sirius’ commanding voice broke the silence as he stood up from his chair, and placed his palms against the table, “I’ve brought her here today so that we may discuss proceedings to ensure her safety.”

“Yes,” a toneless drawl, drawn out nasally from the end of the table drew your attention to a black haired man at the opposite end of the table, “and what of Mr. Potter’s presence?” He asked, almost menacingly. Right off the bat, you didn’t like the greasy haired man. He was rigid and his face sported a permanent snarl and from across the table you could already tell; he wasn’t on your side.

“She’s my best friend, I’m here to make sure she’s not going to be put in any unnecessary danger,” Harry told the man shortly, in a tone that he’d more than likely perfected after having spoken to the man previously.

“As touching as that may be,” the older man snarled, “you are not a member of the Order.”

“Oh, enough, Serverus,” Sirius scoffed, pulling his hand down his face in exasperation before he let his eyes settle on Harry, “Perhaps you should wait upstairs for now. We’ll let you know of any significant updates.”

“I’ll tell you everything later, promise,” you whispered quietly, linking his pinky with yours beneath the table before he stropily took his leave.

“As I was saying,” Sirius spared Severus a glare and continued, “As we know, Yn is an unregistered wizard with an unregistered wand, meaning she won’t be on the radar of The Ministry of Magic. On the downside of this, seeing as her power manifested late, she is also untrained.”

All gazes fell to you once more, only Remus’ eyes were staring softly, crinkled at the edges from the smile on his lips, “I’ll be tutoring her in Defence Against the Dark Arts over the summer. She’ll catch up quickly, no doubt,” you smiled gratefully at him from your spot, relaxing a bit knowing that you’d actually be learning how to defend yourself the wizard way.

“I suppose I will be tasked with teaching the art of Occlumency? A seer with an easily accessible mind is hardly an asset,” Severus drawled. You didn’t have a clue what occlumency was, in all honesty, but you kept your mouth shut in favour of asking Remus when the meeting was over.

The meeting soon drew to a close, the older Order members slinking to one end of the table to arrange the schedule for your glorified summer school while you, Fred and George snuck away to find Harry. You found him sitting against the headboard of a bed in one of the upstairs bedrooms, “How’d it go?”

“Take a guess, mate, Snape had a right sour look on his face the whole time,” Fred answered, sitting on the bed across from Harry’s. George sat beside him and you made your way to sit with Harry.

“Ah, so that was the infamous professor Snape?” All three boys nodded, looks of exhaustion on their faces, “I don’t trust him. Something is very off about him,” you spoke thoughtfully and the boys nodded in agreement once again.

“I don’t like the idea of you being alone with him,” George said, his brows furrowed.

Fred snorted and clapped his twin roughly on the shoulder, “Getting a bit jealous are you, Georgie?” Harry laughed along with Fred while you blushed lightly and George felt heat rising up the nape of his neck.

“Sod off,” he muttered, but made no attempt to deny that he was slightly jealous of all the alone time his old evil potions professor would be getting with the girl he was harbouring feelings for.

The afternoon quickly turned into the evening and before long you were gathering your things and preparing to return to Cecillia’s. Harry would be heading back to the Dursley’s later that night, much to his dismay. You told him you’d be back on Privet Drive at some point the next morning since Cecillia would be dropping you home, as she promised your parents, so he wouldn’t have to suffer alone for too long.

That summer came and went in a bit of a blur. Two days in each week were spent learning how to protect yourself against the dark arts with Remus. He’s an amazing teacher, that couldn’t be disputed. In the space of only two months he had you duelling like you’d been doing it since the day you were born. Of course, you were thrilled to be bonding with your wand and developing (according to Remus) a very impressive skill for Defence Against the Dark Arts. But, on top of that, the shared conversations and exchanging of stories over hefty mugs of hot chocolate with the werewolf had been a huge highlight of your summer, and had caused the two of you to grow exponentially closer.

September was nearing and with it came a stiff breeze that prompted the hair on your arms to stand alert as you waited by the bus stop, the one just down the road from your house. Today was to be an important lesson with Remus, he hadn’t told you what the lesson would entail, but he had said that it was a charm that was “of the utmost importance”.

Although June, July and August were technically your summer holidays, you’d barely had a second to rest. You were, at this point, running on fumes and sheer will power. Extensively using magic was bound to wear you out, however, getting a good night’s rest after a gruelling training session had become something of a luxury for you. Visions of the future and retellings of past torments plagued your dreams and allowed you no time to rest. One vision in particular had been reoccurring, it arrived every night for the past two weeks, taunting you. The autumn chill that dripped down your spine reminded you of the premonition, having your hairs standing due to fright, rather than cold. It was always the same, no details ever shifted or warped and, unfortunately, the experience never grew any less harrowing. The warning that the vision brought about weighed on you heavily and followed you around like a stray cat. Images of a cold, desolate, blue-hued cellar lived behind your eyes, the phantom feeling of freezing metal shackles weighed on your wrists painfully and the undiluted terror combined with the indescribable agony brought about by the unfamiliar wand shoved against your throat had you forcing yourself to stay awake until you physically couldn’t anymore, each and every night. Nobody knew about the vision, you didn’t want to worry them, though, you knew that your distress was beginning to become visible; dark bags were prominent beneath your eyes, Harry had watched you fall asleep in the middle of the day, often on his shoulder, almost everyday that week and Remus could tell by the sluggish movements of your wand that your mind was elsewhere.

A few minutes passed before your bus arrived, the journey to Grimmauld Place was quite long but you couldn’t seem to warm up to floo travel, so going on a regular bus was the better option. When the red double decker pulled up, you greeted the driver with a smile and paid for your ticket. You made your way up to the second story and sat right at the front. The bus, as it normally tended to be, was empty. Resting your head against the window, you let your eyes slip shut, the noises of tree branches brushing against the speeding windows lulling you into a, hopefully, peaceful sleep.

Thankfully when you woke up, no visions lingered. You woke up just in time too as the bus was rounding up to your stop. As usual, Remus waited for you at the bus stop, his hands shoved deep in his tattered jacket pockets and a gentle smile on his lips.

Still groggy from your nap, when you exited the bus you greeted Remus with a tired wave.

“Dare I say you haven’t been sleeping well, dear?” He said gently, walking alongside you towards the house.

You thought about it for a second, perhaps telling someone wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world. “I’ve just, well, I’ve been having this nightmare,” you started, growing nervous just thinking about it.

“Nightmare or vision?” He pressed as you walked into the house.

Guilt creeped into your chest upon seeing the clear worry on his face, “I think it’s a vision.”

Remus nodded quietly, placing his hand on the small of your back and pushing you in the direction of the living room. He gave you a warm smile, when you sat down on the sofa. He grabbed a blanket that hung over the back of the sofa and draped it over your lap. “I’ll make us some hot chocolate and we can discuss this,” he suggested.

“I thought you had an important lesson for today?” He only shook his head, smiling lightly.

He made his way to the door wordlessly and returned within two minutes with two big, steaming mugs in his hands. Remus handed you a mug and sat down beside you on the sofa, accepting your invitation to pull the blanket over his lap too.

“Now tell me; what has been going on in that wonderful mind of yours?”

You took in a deep breath, staring into the hot chocolate and avoiding his understanding gaze, “It happened for the first time around two weeks ago. I thought that it was just a dream, it didn’t feel like a dream but I thought that if I kept telling myself it was I would start to believe it,” you started, taking a sip of your drink before going back to staring at it, “But it kept coming back. Every night for the last two weeks. I haven’t been able to sleep, I’ve been too scared to,” your voice was small as you made the confession. You hated that the feeling of helplessness was beginning to wash over you yet again.

“What happens in this vision?” At his question, you placed your cup on the floor and turned to face him fully, turning on the sofa and pulling your knees up to your chest.

“It’s always the same. I wake up and the first thing I know is that I’m absolutely freezing. I’m in this cellar-like thing. I’m chained up by my wrists and my feet are barely touching the ground… I can’t see anyone but I can feel-“ your breath hitched and you rushed the swipe the tears that were falling away from your cheeks, “I can feel a wand against my throat, it’s pressing hard. There’s a whisper, it’s quiet and ghostly and I can barely make it out but I hear them say; crucio.”

Remus’ eyes widened in horror.

“Then I feel nothing but agonising pain and then I wake up,” Remus’ eyebrows furrowed.

“You’ve had this same vision every night?” You nodded.

“I know I should have said something but I didn’t want anyone to worry,” it was then that Remus grabbed your hands and looked at you with a sense of urgency you didn’t know he could possess.

“I need you to listen to me very carefully,” his eyes were wild and his hands shook lightly as they held yours, “You-Know-Who is back. There are already reports of certain Wizards going missing and none of us have any doubt that it’s his doing. And although I- we- care for you a great deal, it would serve us all well to remember that you’re a detrimental piece in this war. If he catches wind of you, he’ll stop at nothing to take you from us,” your heart was now running at the speed of a hummingbird. “We have a plan in place to keep you safe, I fear we may have to implement it sooner than planned.”

Before you knew it, you were surrounded by the entire Order of the Phoenix, all of whom looked grave. Cecillia sat to your right while Nymphadora Tonks occupied the seat to your left. You had the pink haired auror to thank for your duelling capabilities, as well as Remus of course. Her presence was comforting, she made it a point to shoot you a wink every time she caught your eyes looking more fearful than usual.

“Our original plan will need to be tweaked, I ran into Narcissa Malfoy in Diagon Alley and she very plainly insinuated that I was a person of interest in the death eating community,” Cecillia informed the table, a, for lack of a better word, bitchy tone laced in her voice. She’d told you many of her Hogwarts stories, you could recall her telling you that she and the woman she’d mentioned, Narcissa, had once been good friends until around their fourth year. She hadn’t told you what exactly had happened, only that it had been messy.

“What was the original plan?” You asked, growing frustrated with the Order’s lack of communication skills.

Thankfully, being one of the younger members of the group, Tonks understood your frustrations and spoke up on behalf of the group, regardless of whether they were ready for you to know or not; she understood that it was your life they were coordinating.

“We talked about relocating you to CeCe’s. We also, and far more pressingly, planned on erasing all traces of you from both the muggle and wizard world. Which would mean using a memory charm on your family and friends in the muggle world,” Tonks explained, eyes locked on yours while everyone else in the room glared daggers at the purple haired girl.

“Yes. Though we also planned on telling you this information with a far more delicate approach,” Snapped Molly Weasley from the end of the table, causing Fred, who sat to her left, to roll his eyes.

“She’s been riddled with visions of being ruthlessly tortured with an unforgivable curse for the past two weeks. I think the time for delicacy is long passed,” the older of the two twins practically scoffed. George nodded in agreement.

“Besides,” he set his gaze on you, eyes genuine and unwavering as he spoke, “she’s strong enough to handle the truth. It’s time you all stopped acting like she isn’t.”

The table fell silent. His words hung in the air as many of the adults hung their heads.

“By memory charm I’m assuming you mean obliviate?” You broke the silence, if you could you hoped to start an open conversation with the experienced witches and wizards that surrounded you.

“Yes. They’re completely reversible and once the war is over I’ll restore all of the memories.” Cecillia said.

“We know it’s a huge ask, dear, but it’s our best chance at keeping you out of that wretched creature’s hands,” Molly attempted to soothe both you and herself when she pictured what it would like to be in your shoes, how she’d feel if she had no other choice but to be forgotten by the thing she valued the most; her family. Molly Weasley had never been very good at hiding her maternal instincts, over the summer that fact had become glaringly obvious to you. You and Harry had laughed about how the children of Privet Drive had a special place in her heart.

“I understand,” you told her sadly, chewing on the inside of your lip, “I’m guessing by the atmosphere in the room that I won’t be home to say goodbye before you wipe their memories,” you shifted yours eyes from person to person, stopping when Cecillia took your hand firmly in hers.

Her lips were downturned and her eyes filled with guilt, she shook her head mournfully, “I’m afraid we can’t risk it, my darling. Even being here places you in danger at the moment.”

“Where will she go then? If CeCe’s place isn’t an option we’ll have to find a safe house,” Sirius sounded and, simultaneously, both Fred and George stood up, shoulder to shoulder with very professional expressions on their faces.

“We may be able to help with that, actually. George, if you would,” Fred started, nodding to his twin who straightened his shoulders and puffed his chest out over so slightly.

“Thank you, Fred. As you know, we have a property for Weasley Wizard Wheezes secured and we’ll be living in the flat above where the shop will be,” everyone at the table, including yourself, stared at the twins in confusion, not quite sure where they were going with their little pitch until Fred took over again.

“And that flat has three bedrooms,” he said, a smirk growing on his thin lips.

George spoke again, “Which means there’s one for me and one for Fred.”

“Which means there’s one spare,” Fred grinned wickedly.

Tonks let out an impressed laugh once the penny finally dropped, “We apparate her in and nobody would ever know a thing. Nobody other than those of us in the room know that Y/n is a friend of the Weasley’s, plus us visiting the joke shop wouldn’t raise any suspicion. I have to give it to them, it’s a great idea,”

“And one of the two of us will always be within shouting distance if anything happens,” George added, somewhat pleadingly.

Sirius looked across the table at you, “Y/n, it’s up to you. Whatever you decide will be final, we won’t interfere,” he promised sincerely. It was an easy decision, but still, it weighed heavily on your chest. In all honesty, you weren’t worried about your location, staying with the twins would surely be a light and fun time amidst all the doom and gloom. Your worry was that you would, once again, be handing over your control. Sirius dressed it up as though it was your choice, but you knew that this was probably their best option and in reality you really had no other choice than to move in with Fred and George.

“Sounds good to me,” you whispered halfheartedly, eyes dropping to stare at your lap as your teeth pulled anxiously at the skin of your lips.

“So it’s settled then,” Remus said, “Y/n will go with Fred and George tonight.”

Abruptly, you pushed your chair away from the table and stood up. Sparing nobody a glance, you left the room as quickly as you possibly could, before the lump in your throat could choke you or the tears that pooled in your eyes spilled like water through a broken dam. George made a move to rise from his seat only for Remus to stop him by placing his hand on the boy’s shoulder, “Give her a moment.”

You found yourself locked in the second story bathroom, sitting in the bath. Your legs hung out over the side of the tub while your head was tilted back against the black tiled wall. As hard as you tried to prevent them, tears were streaming down the expense of your cheeks, neck and beneath the neckline of your shirt. The minutes ticked by yet your chest continued to rise and fall rapidly due to the sobs that shook it, your breath uneven. Visions of brutal torture were bad enough when you were in your own home, in your own warm bed, with your parents just a room away and ready to make you a hot cup of tea after you woke up screaming. Now, the visions would without a doubt continue to plague you, unlike before though, you wouldn’t be waking up in a familiar setting, nor would you fall asleep in the comfort of your own mattress, when you woke up screaming so loud that your throat grew raw, your comfort would rely on two seventeen year old boys who seldom took things seriously. It’s not that you didn’t trust them, no, you trusted them with your life- you are trusting them with your life, it’s just that there was already a lot going on in your mind at the moment, moving in with your crush and his identical twin brother isn’t exactly your idea of a nerve killer.

A knock against the bathroom door pulled you from your thoughts. You rushed to wipe your tears with your sleeves, sniffling, “Come in,” you choked out. Cursing your voice for breaking when you spoke.

Remus’ head poked through the door, his body following soon after. Even in an atmosphere as dense as this one, a sense of gentle calm always followed Remus wherever he went. Clumsily, the werewolf slid into the bath beside you with a low “oof” sound, mimicking your position with his much longer legs dangling closer to the wooden floor than your own.

“CeCe has gone to collect your things for you and get Harry, then, I believe, perform the spell,” he eyed you cautiously, hyper aware of your glassy eyes and puffy face. When your eyes widened and you whipped your face towards him, his stomach twisted into knots, he hated seeing you like this. He could sympathise with your feelings. When James and Lily were killed, and Sirius went to Azkaban and even when Peter was presumed dead, Remus had been left with a vicious frustration fuelled by his belief that he was utterly powerless in his own life. He could see in your eyes that that same notion was starting to creep up on you too.

“Already?” You gasped out, pulse rising again, a slight panic setting in. “It won’t hurt them will it? The spell?” You fretted, looking pleadingly to the man beside you.

He shook his head, tenderly taking your hand and placing it against his clothed chest, his beating heart present against the palm of your shaking hand. “I promise you that they won’t feel a thing. They will go on living an exciting life, travelling, seeing the world safely while you’re away. When this is all over we’ll place their memories of you back in their minds and it will be as though you were never gone.” Your teeth found the inside of your cheek again, gnawing relentlessly at the skin as you failed miserably to hold back a fresh set of tears. Remus squeezed the hand he held against his chest. “Let it out, Y/n. It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone,” he whispered, heart sinking lower when your bottom lip quivered and you let a rasped sob leave your body. With a deep sigh, Remus used the hand he was already holding as leverage to pull you into him, wasting no time he enveloped you in his arms, holding you securely as you cried against his chest. Admittedly, it felt good to let it out, Remus’ hand rubbed soothing circles against your heaving back and eventually, you didn’t know how long it had been, you calmed down, your tear ducts all dried out.

Remus held you in his arms for a while longer, even though you’d stopped crying, he could feel your body as it continued to shake. “I can’t promise you it will all be okay, but I can assure you that myself and Sirius, and everyone else for that matter, will be there for you at the drop of a hat; whatever you need,” he spoke against your hair.

“Whatever I need?” You echoed, the pit in your stomach ever growing.

“Of course,” he confirmed.

Remus startled slightly when you suddenly tore yourself away from him. As best you could in your awkward position, you turned to face him and grabbed his hands with as much urgency as he had done with yours. “I need you to do something for me,” Remus furrowed his brows in confusion, but nodded his head anyway.

“If anything happens to me… Don’t make them remember,” you instructed, maybe the request would’ve seemed radical if you had said it to anyone else, but you knew that Remus had experienced losses like no one else you knew, perhaps Harry came close but even his shortcomings couldn’t compare to Remus’. “It’d only cause them pain. If I die and they’re happily living none the wiser, leave them be, please,” the man let out a heavy sigh and took a moment to take you in. Your eyes were hard yet pleading, they left him no room to negotiate and he understood perfectly where you were coming from.

“Alright,” he agreed before raising his eyebrow and readjusting himself to get a better look at you, “However you should know; no matter what may come of this war, none of us will forget about you. In such a short time you’ve given us so much… you gave Harry his first friendship, a friendship that he cherishes more than anything in the world, I might add. You saved Sirius from death, my fiancé and Harry’s godfather. Mentoring you has given Cecillia a new lease of life and Molly Weasley one more child to knit jumpers for at Christmas,” he took a brief pause then went on, “For the sake of saving time I won’t even begin to tell you what you mean to the twins. My point is;” there was a melancholic type of smile on his face when he paused again, as if he was imagining what it would be like to remember you fondly if you did in fact die for the cause, “What you’re asking is incredibly selfless. And while your mother and father may not remember how wonderful you are, we all will.” Remus chuckled lowly when you shuffled your way back into his arms, squeezing his middle tightly. He slung his arm around your shoulders and delicately pressed his lips to the top of your head. You held so much love in your heart for the man who was currently cradling you in his arms. You debated telling him, you weren’t sure if it was entirely appropriate but after the speech he’d just given you couldn’t have cared less, “Remus?”

“Hm?”

“I love you,” you murmured, looking up at him innocently.

He offered you a toothy smile and breathed out a soft laugh, “I love you too.” With a content nod, you rested your head back against his chest, enjoying his soothing heartbeats against your ear. A melodic hum rumbled against your cheek, a quiet giggle left your mouth when you recognised the melody to the song he was humming. The tune of “Rhiannon” by Fleetwood Mac floated through the bathroom bringing a genuine smile to your lips. The werewolf’s humming was interrupted by another knock against the bathroom door, whoever was knocking didn’t wait for a response before entering the room. Sirius stepped in and quietly shut the door behind him. He didn’t question you and Remus' position in the bath but simply slid into the tub on the other side of you, sandwiching you between himself and Remus. The black haired man let out a heavy sigh and leaned his head back against the tiles.

“The mother hens downstairs are worrying up a storm,” he said in exasperation, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Tonks so riled up about someone’s safety. I tasked Molly with making you some hot chocolate to keep her occupied”

“Maybe I should go back down…” you muttered halfheartedly, begrudgingly peeling yourself away from Remus’ warm body.

Sirius gave you an apologetic look, “I held them off for as long as I could.”

“Thanks,” you whispered, bumping your shoulder to his, making him chuckle. After pulling yourself out of the bath, rather clumsily, you took a second to check yourself over in the mirror.

“You’re glowing, darling,” Sirius all but sang from behind you and you couldn’t stop the slight snort that escaped you.

“That’s one way to put it.”

“If you don’t believe me go on downstairs and ask George what he thinks,” Sirius teased, wiggling his eyebrows and receiving a light shove from his fiancé who couldn’t hide his grin.

“Leave her alone, love,” he chastised weakly, “You look perfectly fine, Y/n. Go downstairs and get something to drink, you need to rehydrate.” A bittersweet smile broke out on your lips, his fatherly tone simultaneously soothed you and left you yearning for what you were in the process of losing. Trying not to dwell on the sad fact, you left the bathroom and slowly descended the stairs.

As you assumed, the second you stepped back into the kitchen, Molly began to fret over you as if her life depended on it. Sipping on the hot chocolate she’d given you, you were reminded of how desperately tired you were. All the crying hadn’t helped ease the heaviness in your eyes either. Every bone in your body felt heavy for that matter, you were struggling to even hold your head up.

“You can lean against my shoulder if you’d like,” George’s voice broke you from your hazed state, you’d completely forgotten he was sitting beside you despite his leg that was pressed against yours beneath the table. You gave him a sleepy but grateful smile, as subtly as you could you scooched closer to the ginger and slotted yourself against his side, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. “Will you keep me awake until Harry and Cecillia get here?” You requested in a slurred murmur, your eyes fluttering between open and shut.

“Of course,” was all he said, he looked down at you adoringly, smiling like an idiot when you nuzzled into his shoulder, your nose rubbing against his neck. Try as he might, George couldn’t pull his eyes away from your drowsy face. “What do you propose we do?”

You shrugged your shoulders lightly, “Just talk.”

“How would you like your new room decorated?” He asked quietly, his head tilted down while he spoke to you, so you could hear him and so he wouldn’t ruin the lulled bubble you’d managed to obtain between you by talking too loudly. A sweet smile grew on your face, a smile that all but knocked all the breath out of George’s lungs when you angled your head to make eye contact.

“Can I have a double bed?” George snorted at your question and shook his head no.

“Nothing smaller than a king. What else?”

You pretended to ponder for a moment, “Can we paint it?” The ginger nodded, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

“If you want to,” he started, almost sounding nervous, “We could paint it together?” Even in your sleep deprived state you hadn’t missed the vulnerability in his voice, it was the same vulnerability that you’d noticed when he’d asked you to go get a butterbeer with him a couple of months ago.

“I’d love that,” you told him, your answer causing his lips to twist into a pleased smile, “How do you feel about the colour green?”

Immediately, his smile dropped and he let out a disgusted scoff, “Green is a Slytherin colour.”

“You keep forgetting that I don’t get the whole house sorty thing,” you reminded him, not happy with his reasoning for hating your favourite colour. “Besides, I love green, it’s my favourite colour.” You told him truthfully. Not content with his disgruntled facial expression you began to defend your preference, “A lot of beautiful things are green; you’ve got grass, trees, emeralds- did you know that emeralds are really useful for enhancing psychic abilities? It also evokes clarity of thought,” you rambled, willing yourself to be quiet when you registered George’s fond expression.

The look of endearment aimed at you brought butterflies to life in your stomach, effectively waking you up somewhat.

“Do you have any emerald?” He asked, you assumed he was only feigning interest, you didn’t know that he could’ve listened to you go on and on about anything and everything for the rest of his life.

“No, not yet. I should probably get some though.” You said through a yawn. Your breath against his neck made him giggle, it was pure and unsuspecting but you took note of it. Everything about George Weasley felt like sunshine to you, his laugh filled your chest with warmth whenever you heard it, his eyes found yours like a lighthouse, guiding your lost mind back to the present each time your gazes connected. His voice, like his laugh, warmed you up when you were cold, giving you a reason to stay awake when you’d rather just slip away. In conjunction with the sun, even if you couldn’t physically see him, you never doubted that he was always there. As well as all of that, like your favourite tarot card; The Sun, he signified good things, hope that hard times will end with you on top, contentment and happiness. While your thoughts consisted of George’s similarities to the sun, his were consumed with the, in his mind, overwhelmingly cheesily romantic notion that you were the moon and the stars, he would’ve cringed if he didn’t wholeheartedly believe it. Everything that made the night sky magnificent was reflected in you. Like the stars, you were mysterious and captivating. Nothing seemed to compare to your glow or beauty, if you were to ask him what he preferred; you or the night sky on a clear night, he’d happily ignore a blank, starless sky in favour of simply staring at you as you went on tangent after tangent about crystals or tarot cards.

The pair of you were pulled from your musings when Harry rushed through the kitchen door looking unmistakably heartbroken, ever the empath when it came to his best friend, Harry’s heart sank the moment he laid eyes on your form, limp against George’s side. The second you saw him you all but ripped yourself from George’s side and the older redhead felt a surge of irrational jealousy begin to build in his chest at how fast you left his hold in favour of the chosen one. He knew it was ridiculous, he’d heard the way each of you respectively talked about each other, at this point you were practically siblings. But he supposed it was rational to be jealous when you liked someone the way he liked you.

Quickly, you crossed the room to Harry who had his arms already outstretched. He knew you were emotionally exhausted when you didn’t bear hug him. You meekly slid your arms beneath his open zip-up hoodie, tucked your head beneath his chin and didn’t say a word. “I shouldn’t bother asking if you’re okay then,” Harry muttered to himself, leaning his cheek against the top of your head and wrapping his lanky arms around your frame.

“Did Cecillia remember to bring Astra?” You asked, it was all you wanted to know about the night’s events.

“She’s in her cage in the living room, darling,” Cecilia said, walking into the room looking guilty.

“C’mon, let’s go have a chat,” Harry suggested, leading you out of the kitchen and upstairs to his unofficial room. Once inside the room you sat down on the edge of the bed, the blue duvet softly creasing beneath you. Harry plopped himself down beside you and offered you a gesture that was always saved for when either of you felt the other was on the edge of something dangerous. Your hands rested against your lap and he deftly slid his pinky over yours, intertwining your two littlest fingers. It was such a familiar experience; he’d done it when your grandparents died, when you’d cried over failed exams that you worked hard for, and in turn, you did it for him when he’d felt as though he had no place in the world, when he’d open up about his parents and when Cedric died and the ministry dragged his name through the mud you’d find your pinky tangled with his almost every night after he’d sneak over to your place after another nightmare or panic attack. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, “Not tonight. I don’t want to cry anymore,” you croaked out, looking straight ahead of you at the grey painted wall.

“I understand,” he said, sighing and dropping his head onto your shoulder, “Let’s talk about something else then.”

“Like what, Haz?”

Harry snorted out a chuckle, “Like the way George looked like he wanted to hex me when you left him to come to me,” he teased, a smug lilt to his voice.

“He wasn’t teasing me, perhaps I’ll go back to him,” you grumbled, ignoring Harry’s childish giggles.

“Yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you?” You smacked his arm lightly with your free hand, doing a bad job of containing giggles of your own. “Don’t worry, since he’s going to be your new roommate there will be plenty of time for “oh George I’m so sleepy, please hold me until I fall asleep”,” you let out a cackle at Harry’s terrible impression of your voice, laying your cheek against his wild hair.

“That is so not what was going on, Haz,” you defended with a tiny smile.

Harry let out an airy, disbelieving chuckle, “Then what was going on?”

“He just said I could lean on him until you and Cecillia arrived and we just started chatting about how I wanna decorate my room,” you explained truthfully and Harry nodded.

“Riveting,” he mumbled sarcastically. Despite his snarky comment, the boy removed his head from your shoulder and pulled you against his chest. “Jokes aside, I’m glad you’re staying with him, I know he’ll look after you for me,” you rolled your eyes at the sentiment.

“I don’t need to be looked after,” you reminded him, looking up at him with a chastising smile.

He rolled his eyes right back at you, jostling you slightly in his arms, “No. But you like to be.”

You threw your head back in laughter, “Yeah, I suppose I do.” You did. You quite like both doting on people and being doted on, you’d grown up in an affectionate family so it was no wonder really.

“It’s getting late. We should get you settled into your new home,” Harry announced, pulling himself and you up from the bed, “I wasn’t going to say anything but you look terrible. You need sleep.”

“Thank you, Harry. Just what every girl wants to hear before moving in with her crush,” you joked, gently hitting your hip against his.

The kitchen was quiet when you returned, it seemed everyone had grown tired from the dramatic events of the evening.

“Ready to go then?” Fred asked, his coat already on and a handful of your bags in his hands.

“As I’ll ever be I suppose.”

After saying goodbye to everyone you, Fred and George traveled to their apartment by floo, to your dismay. The apartment was bare as they’d only just moved in but you could see it had lots of potential for becoming a cozy home for the twins.

As your first night in your new residence began, your aching eyes and tired mind didn’t leave you with any time to dwell on current events, the second your head made contact with the pillow you were out like a light. A dreamless slumber welcomed you for a while until your peace was broken by the all too familiar nightmare.

The first thing you recognised was the burn coming from your wrists. Shackles adorned them and effectively held your hands high above your head, stretching them uncomfortably. Goosebumps painted the expanse of your arms and legs, due to the freezing temperature in the nondescript cellar. A feeling of hopelessness planted firmly in your chest, the feeling only hightening when the familiar echo of footsteps, heavy and loud, drifted from the corridor outside of your field of vision. You knew who was approaching, you’ve lived this before, and so, you held your lip between your teeth and squeezed your eyes shut. The face of the dark wizard who always brought about your intense suffering was, for the most part, completely fuzzy, unrecognisable, featureless and bone-chillingly terrifying. You’d learned over the last two weeks of having this vision that it was less harrowing if you closed your eyes.

“I’ll ask you once more,” The voice was distorted, like it was being heard through a weedy radio, ominously unplaceable, “Where is he?”

You held no control over your voice, as was the norm during visions, as you felt and heard yourself reply, “I’ll tell you once more; I’d sooner die then sell him to you.” You felt your teeth gritting and your jaw clenching while you spoke. Jaw only tightening when the pointed tip of the wizard’s wand stabbed unforgivingly against the column of your neck.

“And die you will, my dear. But not yet-“ your eyes sealed themselves shut and you did your best to shake yourself out of the vision before what you knew was coming took place, as usual, your attempts were fruitless, “-Crucio.” Just like that your body was consumed by pain, the likes of which you’d never imagined possible, until you couldn’t even register yourself screaming anymore.

You bolted upright, clutching at the sheets of your new bed. Laboured breaths left your mouth and you aimlessly gripped at your neck, where the wand had been pressed, and let the tears spill freely. Momentarily disoriented, you’d forgotten where you were. Deep, heavy bursts of air left your mouth as you hastily scurried out of bed and towards the door. Somewhat aimlessly, you gravitated to the door across the hall. A yellow hue seeped from under the frame into the otherwise dark hallway. Light flooded the hall once you managed to fumble the handle down and pull the door ajar, a discombobulated ginger greeting you with half lidded eyes, obviously having been dozing off before you disturbed his peace.

“Sorry,” you rasped once your peace of mind returned to you and you realised where you were. Despite knowing that you shouldn’t have been standing numbly in his doorway, your feet seemed to be rooted in place, you couldn’t have walked away if you wanted to.

“S’alright,” George called out to you softly, sitting up in his bed, his back against the headboard. “You can come in, you know.”

Shutting the door behind you, you nervously shuffled into the room, stopping when you reached the side of his bed. George’s eyes roamed your face and he took notice of your still somewhat panicked expression, he drew his covers to the side and patted the empty space by his side. Something that always intrigued you was people’s preferred side of the bed, some people gravitated towards the left while others were more biased towards the right, but George Weasley? He slept right in the middle. The twin slept with a huge number of pillows, to the point where it was almost laughable, many of which you could only guess he’d smuggled from the Burrow.

Far too wound up to save face, you slid into his bed and didn’t shy away when he guided you into his side and tucked you tenderly beneath his lean arm. His embrace offered a greatly appreciated warmth as the chill of the dank dungeon always lingered long after the vision itself was over.

“What’re you doing up so late?” You asked, your voice gravelly. As you spoke, George effortlessly shuffled your body and his down so that your backs were resting on the mattress and not the headboard. Your head found it’s home against George’s shoulder and your hair was being tentatively twirled between his fingers.

“It’s our first night actually sleeping here. I couldn’t get to sleep,” he explained, his voice low and laced with fatigue. “I’m not really used to having my own room. It’s strange not hearing Freddie snoring or breathing.”

“I get that,” you whispered, “it’s quite comforting knowing for certain that someone is there with you.”

George nodded then. His eyes were glued to your face and he hadn’t even registered his own thought process before his lips were pressing delicately against your forehead. Today had appeared to be the day for laying all your cards out on the table, yourself and George hadn’t danced around your feelings for each other half as much as you usually did when you’d be in each other’s presence. Neither of you had the energy anymore, besides, if today’s events proved anything it was that; things were getting seriously messy as the war built momentum and it was clear that time was something that could very well be running out.

“Yeah,” he regarded you carefully, a little grin growing on his lips, “It is.”

A comfortable silence overtook the room. George’s twirling of your hair never ceased, every now and then his fingers would ghost over your shoulder and you’d catch yourself smiling against the cotton of his shirt as your eyes grew tired enough that they were close to falling shut.

Just as you were working up the motivation to lift yourself up and trudge back to your own bed, George spoke, “You can sleep here if you want, with me,” there was that innocent vulnerability again. There was never an ulterior motive when it came to him, he did things purely for the sake of making others happy, if he felt he could make a difference he simply needed to. Especially when it came to you, he realised.

“You don’t mind?” You asked, daring to peek up at him.

“Course not. I could use some company anyway.” He reassured you, his lips returning to your forehead, only this time the action held far more intention. “You don’t snore do you, love?”

You snorted out a giggle, looking up at the ginger cheekily, mischief dripping from your little grin that forced George’s heart to stutter rather violently and he hoped you hadn’t noticed. “No. But I drool.”

George’s face contorted, his nose scrunching up adorably in disgust, “Do you really?”

“Suppose you’ll have to find out, won’t you?” You teased and he sighed deeply, his disgruntled expression melting into a soft, adoring smile.

“I should’ve expected this, I knew you couldn’t have been completely perfect,” he said, mockingly sorrowful.

You scoffed, pushing his chest lightly, “You’re doing a lot of sweet talking tonight, Mr. Weasley,” you told him and he shrugged innocently.

“Just wanted to see you smiling again, darling.”

“Yeah, well, you’re doing a good job,” you assured him, the bashful yet tired smile that stretched your lips as you gazed up at him proved that you meant what you’d just said. “I like it by the way, the sweet talking.”

At your words, a huge, shit eating smirk grew on the boy’s freckled face. He managed to rearrange your bodies so that you were still tucked under his arm but you were now facing each other at eye level. “I knew it,” he proclaimed cockily.

You raised a challenging eyebrow, biting back a smirk, “Oh did you?”

George nodded pridefully, “‘Course I did. You see, I’m a little bit psychic,” his words forced a booming laugh from your lips, your cheeks hurting from the smile he’d orchestrated.

You shook your head, smile never dulling as you let out a chastising whisper, “oh sod off.”

“I love your smile,” he said suddenly, his eyes widened in horror when he realised he’d uttered the words out loud. The world could’ve stopped in that moment and you wouldn’t have noticed, all you could take in was George’s face, his eyes searching yours for something.

Carefully, you slid from hand from his chest to his red, blushing face. You cupped his cheek gently, moving your thumb against his cheek bone, almost swooning where you lay when he nuzzled against your touch. Working up some Gryffindor courage, George mimicked your movement, removing his arm from around your shoulder and bringing his palm to rest against the curve of your jaw.

As you stared at each other, you weighed up the pros and cons of telling him that you were completely head over heels for him. Your decision, apparently taking far too long, was made for you when George tugged you impossibly closer to him.

“I wasn’t going to tell you… you’ve had so much going on I didn’t want to overwhelm you,” he said, brown eyes boring into your soul.

“Tell me what?”

He took a deep breath, preparing himself for every possible outcome that may spring once the words on the tip of his tongue are spoken aloud, “That I love you.”

[dmc-tings]

If I may. The Four Lords with a reader who is a child of the Bakers who moved to the village, for whatever reason, like a year before Eveline showed up at the house and infected them.

How would they handle the news that their humans parents were infected for years and are now dead? Like would they try to hide the deaths, would they be honest and tell the reader about what happened and how would they go about comforting you? Would they try and track down Lucas and Zoe to bring them to the village?

Long Lost Baker with the Four Lords

(This was an interesting one! Very fun to write!! Thank you for this and I hope you enjoy it! I added Joe cause his dlc was bussin)

Alcina Dimitrescu

She had no idea about your family background

And didn't care to ask you, since you never brought it up

But you where in the library with her

Picking out a book, when you came across a file

"Huh. You knew about the Bakers? They were my family."

"Oh?" Alcina asked, raising a brow at you, "Well they were killed. If they wher-"

You paused, shaking, "What? They... they where killed ?"

Alcina moved to your side, putting a comforting arm around you

"Yes. My Love... did you care for them?"

You nodded, almost choking on your emotions

'Dead.' You thought

You didn't even really say goodbye

Your father, Jack, didn't want you to leave the safety of their home

But your mother, Marguerite, insisted that there was more to the world, than just that old ass swamp

Zoe and Lucas really didn't want you to leave either

But you left, Lucas helping you navigate away and Zoe giving you some money, that she saved up

"The mold... The girl, Eveline, she took over the home... and your parents are gone. But your siblings and uncle live."

You looked at her in shock, you didn't know who Eveline was

But some of your family was alive!

When Alcina saw the hope in your eyes, she smiled, "What would you like me to do?"

"Try and bring them here! Please!"

She nodded, your wish was her command

For months, she had known you might want your family with you

They were being held away from the Castle, so she could surprise you

Though getting Joe and the BSAA soldiers that surrounded said home

Joe was also taken

"Come. I have something to show you." She stood up, towering over you, keeping a hand on your back

You stood, letting her lead you out

Through the Castle and Vineyard, you came up to a house, small enough for a few people

You heard yelling, a familiar voice

"LET US OUT YOU GIANT BITCH!! FUCKIN-"

"Will you shut up? She said, there was someone here we knew."

"HOW LONG DO WE HAVE TO WAIT TO SEE-"

You rushed to the door, kicking it down

"OW!! GOTDAMN IT!!"

Tears welled up in your eyes again

"LUCAS? ZOE!? UNCLE JOE!!"

They were speechless as well

What a happy family reunion!

Tears and hugs were given

Joe stood up, from hugging you three, to look at Alcina, "Thank you from keeping my youngest (niece/nephew) safe."

Alcina looked away, "No need to thank me, human. I didn't care for any of you, but I knew this would make them happy."

Angie and Donna Beneviento

Angie noticed that you had been feeling a bit down lately

So she told Donna about it, whom rushed to your side

"My Dear, what's the matter? Angie says your feeling blue."

You looked at her, a sad look in your eyes

"Ah... its nothing really, Love. Im... im just think about my family. I havent really been able to know anything going on with them..."

It really bothered you, and both of the ladies could see that

Donna looked at you and took your hand

"Do you remember how they looked, the last time you saw them?"

You nodded sadly, smiling wistfully

"Yep, Momma was making me a cake, for me finishing off collage. Pops he was rebuilding the old car, with my brother Lucas. And Zoe, she and I were playing in the front yard, supposing to do chores."

Donna nodded, and a bit of pollen began to swirl around you both

You sat up straight, it was your family

The Baker's, as you knew them

They were happy to see you

It made your heart burst, and you smiled

Tears falling down your cheeks, as your family gathered around you and Donna hugging you both

It felt good to see them, even though you knew it really wasn't them

Donna wiped your tears, and you sighed contently

Starting a conversation with your "mother" and "father"

Your "siblings" talking to Angie and Donna

A few hours later the pollen wore off

But you where happy, and turned to Donna

Giving her a kiss, "Thank you. I dont know what's happened to them... but that was good for me. I appreciate it."

But Donna didn't smile back, and Angie grew quiet

"Your family. They... your parents are dead..."

You looked at her, shocked, "How-"

"Mother Miranda has said that their one with the mold..."

You took that information in, knowing about your parents... was a bit of a... surprise

"And my brother and sister?"

Donna shook her head, smiling, "Alive and safe from that."

You smiled and thanked her again with a kiss

You may not be able to see them, in real life, but you COULD see them all as you remembered them

Salvatore Moreau

You had told Salvatore all about your home life, before moving to the village

He had asked about your family, trying to compare his own with yours

You sympathetically told him that you and your siblings ACTUALLY got alone

And that your family was always tight

Your mother cooked badass meals

And your dad was always the person to run to for the best advice and protection

Your brother was a delinquent genius

And your sister was always happy to just be there for you

While his "family" left alot to be desired

You had pictures of them, which you shared

He looked at them with wonder, seeing how happy you were

This is when he decided to get them, well the alive ones

His Cadou experiments had changed

Making them more human, to infiltrate the regular world and kidnap your family

He surprised you one day

Encouraging you to go for a moonlit walk with him

Yelling was coming from a nearby cave

"Moreau, Love. I dont-"

"Its not, my most Precious. I swear, you will love this surprise."

You gave him a frown and let him continue to lead you on

Inside the cave, you where met with 3 cages

Joe, Lucas and Zoe!

Your jaw dropped, and Moreau clapped happily as you rushed and unlocked the cages

Embracing your family, though Joe pulled away ready to blast Moreau away

After a long explanation, your family accepted the fish man as their own

Moreau was careful to hid your family from Mother Miranda

Sadly, he couldn't save your mother and father, but the rest of your family were safe in his domain

Karl Heisenberg

You both were having dinner when he asked you about your birth name

"Oh. It's Baker... I think. I was adopted by them."

"Adopted? Hope they treated you better than that bitch, Miranda." He scoffed

You laughed, assuring him that they did

Then you went into stories about your family

As you finished up a story about you and Lucas dodging the cops and taking quite the ass whoopin from Jack

You noticed Heisenberg narrowing his eyes at the names in the story

"Jack... Marguerite.... Zoe... Lucas... Joe..." he grumbled letting the names roll off of his tongue

Then he stood up, and looked at you

"THEM BAKERS!?"

You jumped at his outburst, then nodding slowly at him

"HOLY SHIT!! THEIR- Well the kids and uncle still live." He told you

You looked at him like he had gone absolutely mad

"What are you talking about, Karl?"

He sat back down, holding both your hands in his, looking you in the eyes

He was serious when he did this

Karl explained to you about the mold and what happened in Louisiana, a couple years ago

"Miranda had a file on them. I dont know how the hell she got it, but I managed to take a peek at it. I had no idea you were one of them."

You sat back in your chair, processing the information

"My... my siblings and uncle are ok?" You huffed with relief

Karl nodded, pulling you into a hug, comforting you

You fell into his embrace, "Thank you for telling me..."

Heisenberg let out a hum and rubbed your back

You opened your mouth to speak

"No." He cut you off, "im not going. And im not sending anyone. You KNOW what Miranda planning..."

You nodded, and buried your face in his chest

You were happy that they would be safe from her

But sad that you may never see them

Heisenberg had a plan for you to be saved as well

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tommy jack and tubbo

requested: yes/no

an: part 4 of the great adventures series

pairing: platonic y/n/tommy/jack/tubbo

warning: cursing

It was the afternoon before your new adventure with your friends. you had no idea what to expect, however everyone else knew even ranboo, and he wasn’t even joining you all. you would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous, especially after hearing some of tommys plans for future uploads. tubbo had been trying to drop hints about what was going to happen. You honestly couldn’t tell if he was excited or nervous, either way you could tell it was going to be a once in a lifetime opportunity and boy were you excited. the sound of knocking pulled you from your thoughts.

“hi y/n! sorry for the unexpected visit, i tried to call you but it wouldn’t go through.”

“oh god sorry, tubbo, my phones on charge upstairs, ive just finished babysitting my friends twitch chat.”

“that’s okay, tommy wanted me to see if you want to stay the night as i can take you with me now. he said something about it saving time tomorrow as jack won’t have to go as far and we can get there earlier, i honestly just think he’s slightly nervous and wants to spend time with someone.”

“i’ve not prepared a bag or anything as i was just planning on grabbing everything i needed in the morning, but i’m down to go with you. i’ll pack a bag real quick, make yourself feel at home. you can stay down here or come upstairs with me.”

tubbo followed you upstairs, and helped you pick which outfits would be the best to wear for the trip. around 10 minutes later you finished packing your bag and turned around to see a very pale tubbo, dropping your bag to the floor you pulled a chair up to your bed sitting opposite him.

“you feeling okay tubs?”

“just nerves, I'll be alright, are you ready to go?”

“ready if you are!”

the journey to tommys was relatively quick, you spent it talking about group plans for when ranboo comes to the uk.

tubbo: almost here!

tommy: yes! want to stream for a bit later, just something small could do laugh and the stream ends. i’ll go talk to my mum now!

•••

tubbo: please open the door

tommy: on it

the pair of you stood at the door waiting for tommy to unlock it

“TUBBO! Y/N I'M GLAD YOU COULD BOTH MAKE IT!”

not too long later, you and tubbo had put everything away and sat with tommy planning out a small stream.

“so i was talking with my parents and we can do an outside stream, and set fire to marshmallows!”

“as much as i love fire tommy i don’t think your parents will appreciate arson in the garden.”

“it’ll be fine now grab a jacket, we need to go walk to the shop.”

the three of you set off determined to get to the shop and back before it got dark, tommy and tubbo walked on either side of you as they want you to feel safe. thankfully the shop was only around the corner so you were all only out for about 20 minutes maximum, you probably could have made it back earlier but you stopped every time you saw a pretty rock.

“y/n come on we still need to stream!”

“did you tweet that you were streaming?”

“no he didn’t.”

“then come and look at this pretty rock!”

tommy and tubbo couldn’t help but laugh at how many rocks you managed to pick up.

•••

“guys i think i’d rather just spend time with you all rather than stream.”

“that’s fine, tommy!!”

the three of you sat around the fire updating one another about plans and opportunitie, coming. the conversation swiftly came to an end when tommy had set fire to a stick claiming it was to make the fire grow. you laughed as you heard his mum yelling at him to stop trying to set you and tubbo on fire.

“sorry about that everyone, but look the fire is big again.”

it got colder as the sun went down, so the three of you sat with a blanket draped over you all. his mum offered to take photos for you and you happily accepted, the pictures looked amazing and you posted it to instagram with the caption ‘i am cold and no one is telling me what’s happening tomorrow.’

it was around 11pm when the three of you agreed it was time to go back inside and sleep.

•••

you and tubbo stayed downstairs and tommy stayed in his room. the sound of tubbos alarm woke the pair of you up.

“turn that fucking thing off!”

“this is the fourth time it’s gone off and you’re still not up?”

“that’s because i’m tired.”

“please get ready jack will be here soon enough.”

realisation finally hit today was the day you were finally about to find out what this once in a lifetime opportunity was. tubbo advised you to wear sensible clothing and not wear the zodiac necklace you always wore, so you decided to wear the hoodie ranboo sent you a week ago and leggings.

“y/n you might wanna tie your hair up.”

“tubbo are you sure you’re feeling okay? you genuinely look ill."

“i’m fine.”

jack: right i’m outside so whenever you’re ready

lani: we’re making our own way later on as the hotel we stayed at is closer

y/n: will someone tell me what we’re doing

ranboo: no

y/n: you’re not even joining us how did you get in the gc

ranboo: magic

y/n: fuck off give me a clue

ranboo: i’ve said it since you dyed your hair neon f/c you’d be able to see from way up in the sky

y/n: what the actual hell is that supposed to mean

•••

soon enough you met up with everyone else and lani started recording.

“we’re skydiving, you ready tubbo?”

“WERE DOING WHAT? HOLY SHIT!”

you honestly couldn’t wait to do this. it was something you had wanted to do for a while, tubbo on the other hand clearly didn’t agree, which was evident through his whining.

you stood with tommy laughing as tubbo sat alone questioning why he agreed to this.

“look at him.”

“he’s is not happy.”

you sat next to jack and tubbo watching the video demonstrating what you will all be doing soon. you let out a nervous laugh, as although you were excited, you couldn’t help but be a bit nervous.

“you could fall into the engine and get chopped up.”

“tommy stop scaring tubbo!”

“what if the parachute doesn’t work?”

“free fall to your death.”

“y/n you’re not helping!”

you stood recording tubbo laying on the floor once again whining.

“tubbo there are so many people behind you!”

“i’m sure the parachute won’t fail tubbo, but if it does it was lovely knowing you!”

“uuuuuuugh!”

“i fully agree bo.”

soon enough you tommy and jack joined tubbo on the floor.

“look at the clouds.”

“we’re going to be in them soon.”

“hell yeah!”

“ughhhh!”

you tried not to laugh trying to calm tubbo down a bit before you all jumped out a plane, which worked until you left him alone with tommy whilst you spoke to jack for a while.

“to be fair that looks quite fun.”

“and dangerous!”

“STOP!”

“well sounds like tubbos thrilled to be here.”

the four of you sat on a bench talking about what’s going to happen, and laughing at tubbos nerves trying to make light of the situation.

“look it’ll be fun, tubbo, provided we don’t die there’s a chance we’ll be in more vlogs.. okay so ignore the black cloud of smoke!”

“that’s not a good omen.”

“shut up!”

you wrapped an arm around tubbo trying to make him feel comfortable and reassure him it’ll be fine, only to be interrupted by jack and tommy bickering about eating before jumping from the plane.

•••

the four of you went to the briefing, at this point you were struggling to contain your excitement, and couldn’t help but laugh out of pure joy.

“no, they are listening, they're just excited.”

after doing training for the jump, you stood with tommy whilst someone questioned him about how he got 9 million subs.

“I just went around being incredibly cool.. doing minecraft.”

you and jack burst out laughing whilst tommy went on to make jokes about how much money he was earning.

•••

it was now almost time to jump out a plane. it was around now nerves were kicking in, so you all went around messing about till you were told it’s time to make your way to get ready.

“let’s go gamers!”

•••

“are you a skydiver enjoyer?”

“i am.”

“well that’s always good... please, don’t let me die!”

“y/n are you scared?”

“no, my ranboo merch will protect me, but if i die can we blame tommy for coming up with this?”

“ranboos not going to believe that you’re wearing the jumper he sent you to jump out a plane.”

a few minutes later you over heard a worker say they’re nervous causing you to tilt your head and blink again, trying to process what was said.

“heh???”

it was now time for the four of you to put the equipment on, so you were ready to jump. jack started talking a lot more than usual at a quicker pace due to the fact he was getting nervous. tommy pointed it out and jack trying to argue he wasn’t made you laugh.

“y/n keeps making a lot of jokes about my parachute being shit.”

“sorry manifold should be fine...more than likely...hopefully. only time will tell really.”

“how you doing buddy?”

“i’m feeling okay. i feel my insides doing inside bits.”

“wonderful!”

you were now all waiting to go as a worker jokes about forgetting something.

“y/n you’re going with him!”

“okay, but why?”

“well you said your ranboo merch will protect you..”

someone went by going rather fast causing you to stare in awe.

“we don’t go that fast, do we?”

“no not unless something goes terribly wrong.”

you all stood there laughing.

“stoppppp!”

“y/n, i’m now thinking you should go with them instead!”

“are you trying to kill me off jack?”

•••

you all set off towards the plane, a mixture of excitement and nerves began kicking in.

“tubbos on a lead.”

“oh i’m really nervous jack.”

“look at y/n!”

lani began to record you, who was now way ahead of the others, so you stopped and waved at lani.

“BYE LANI! HOPEFULLY ILL SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE!”

the others caught up and everyone had their equipment checked again.

“oh dear.. should be fine.”

“i’m alright, don’t worry my ranboo merch will protect us!” you got on first and that when you realised they set you up, so you jumped last as you were more confident and tubbo was jumping first so he could get it out the way.

you all sat on the plane and waved at the camera.

“hi there!”

“hello!”

“hi!”

“please don’t let us die!”

“we’re really jumping out a plane with a dream stan.”

“this is the highest we’ve ever been.”

“gamers in a plane whatever will they do...hopefully not die!”

“Y/N!”

“sorry tubbo!”

you were currently at 2,000 feet and sat looking out the window waiting to reach 14,000 feet. jack turned to you and tommy, “i can’t believe you’re jumping out the plane in philza merch and y/ns jumping out in ranboo merch.”

“if i die at least ill look great doing it.”

12,000 feet later it was now tubbos turn to jump, he looked back at you all.

“YOU GOT THIS TUBBO!!”

you watched as tubbo went.

“GOOD LUCK TOMMY!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN GOOD LUCK? Y/N?”

“BYEEEEE!”

you laughed as tommy went.

“see you later jack!”

you gave jack a high-five and watched as he went.

“holy shit they actually did it!”

“are you ready, y/n?”

“hell yeah, let’s do this!”

you laughed as you jumped, you couldn’t believe you actually got to jump out of a plane, you waved at camera.

lani met the others as they landed and began telling them about it.

“wait where’s y/n?”

“there they are!”

“Y/N!”

the others ran up to you as you landed.

“i’m glad you didn’t die!”

“thanks jack!”

•••

“would you all do it again?”

“yeah.”

“no.”

“maybe, i’m not sure.”

“i reckon so.”

not too long later, you were all given certificates to celebrate the fact you had jumped out a plane.

“yay it made nearly dying worth it!”

“you’re so dramatic!”

•••

you thought the day was over and that you were going home, little did you know that wasn’t the case.

“were not done for the day.”

“what?”

“heh?”

“you’re tilting your head again.”

“i know it’s because i’m confused!”

“anyway, what do you mean we’re not done?”

“you know george, he’s arrived!”

“gogy!”

“GOGY!”

“can i have a nap in the car please? i’m so exhausted."

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