#SHES SO OLD SHE GIT CONFUSED BY THEY THEM

[rosebudfics]

Professor!reader and severus being married but hiding it from the students, bc they dont want the gossip and are just private people in general BUT one day sev forgets to take off his wedding ring and the golden trio go on this whole mission to find out who hes married to; completely freaking out when it turns out hes with reader cause theyre complete opposites while teaching

(Sorry if this is too long or doesnt make sense :^ i had this scenario in my head for some time lol)

Secret Lovers

Severus Snape x Professor! Reader

Warnings: use of the name "git" a lot lol, reader is the astronomy teacher but you can swap it out for any class, Snape smacks Ron and Harry

A/N: I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH OMG!?!?!?! also this isnt really set in any specific year but its more leaning towards where theyre older since snape you know.. hits ron and harry over the head and harry has the map <3

You and Severus had managed to keep your relationship secret for a couple years now, with the exception of only Minerva and Dumbledore knowing.

Why does anyone else need to know anyway? It was none of their business!

So one regular morning when you and Sev were getting ready for the day in the early hours of the morning, he had somehow forgotten to take his golden band off. You both would usually keep them in a little ring box at home so they were hidden but safe and put them back on at night, but today Severus had just forgotten to take it off.

You would bid your goodbyes at home before you left together, getting one last kiss in before heading back to Hogwarts, then Severus would put his usual cold face back on.

You both headed to your classrooms like normal, Severus still failing to notice the wedding band still on his finger.

When classes started, everything was going how it usually would: he would deduct house points, snapping at kids whenever they would interrupt his teaching, etc. That is until Hermione noticed a particular shine off her teachers hand.

Hermione looked closer before very quietly gasping. "Holy cricket!" She whispered so only Harry and Ron could hear her.

“What?” Ron asked curiously but not very quietly, earning the attention of Severus.

“On Professor Snape’s hand, he was wearing a wedding ring!” She said in a hushed voice.

“You must be crazy Herminone, there's no way that he’s married to someone.” Harry chuckled.

“Yeah, no ones gonna want to let alone be in any relationship with that old git-” Ron was interrupted by getting smacked over the head by Severus, followed up by Harry getting smacked as well.

Hermione just kept quiet, keeping her giggle to herself.

“Would you mind repeating yourself Mr. Weasley?” Severus sneered down at him.

“...no, sorry.” Ron grumbled.

“Mhm. 5 points from Gryffindor, and that's me being generous.”

After class, Ron, Hermione, and Harry all gathered at the library at break. “Are you sure you saw a ring, Hermione? Was it even on his ring finger?” Harry asked as he sat down some books in front of him.

“I'm certain! The real question is though, to who?” Hermione thought for a minute.

“Harry, why can't we just use your cloak to spy on him?” Ron questioned like it was obvious.

“Brilliant!” Harry exclaimed but Hermione smacked him in the arm.

“That's invading his privacy! It's terribly rude.” She scoffed.

Ron then mocked her, earning a smack. After a while of begs and pleas, she finally caved.

“Alright, alright!” She sighed.

They then all made their way back to the dorm to get everything they needed. Harry also grabbed the Marauders Map so it would be easier to find Snape. And then off they went on their little adventure to hunt down his wife.

They had to do some weaving and dodging to not bump into anyone (they bumped into Neville at some point, terrifying him) until they made it to the staff room. Harry looked down at his map to find Snape and you, they're astronomy teacher, alone.

“What are Professor Snape and Professor y/n doing together?” Ron asked in a confused voice.

Harry hushed him and then looked into the keyhole to find Snape and you talking to eachother.

“Are you sure no one saw the ring?” you asked again.

“Yes, dear, I am sure of it.” Snape said in a somewhat annoyed tone. “If someone did see it, I would be getting hounded with questions!”

“Yeah well not if all the students are terrified of you!” you sighed. “Look I'm not mad, I don't want you to think that, it's just we've gone this long keeping it secret it feels weird to just slip up like this”

Severus stepped towards you and grabbed your face in his hands. “Listen love, no one will know. Maybe in the future we can be more open about it.” He then bent down and kissed her gently, and you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

Harry gasped quietly and backed up. He was about to say something before he heard footsteps walking towards the door. “We gotta get outta here!”

They all then scurried off down the hall back to the dormitory.

“Harry, what did you see? What were they doing in there?” Ron asked.

“Its professor y/n, that's who he's married to!” Harry was slightly out of breath from running.

“Professor y/n?? But they're so.. so different!” Hermione was shocked.

“You must be seeing things mate, there's NO way Proffesor y/n is married to the old git.” Ron scoffed.

“I'm telling you! They were talking about how he had forgotten to take his ring off or something and then they kissed!” Harry gushed.

They then talked about why you would ever want to marry Snape for the rest of break. Interestingly enough they next class was with you!

Since you were an extremely nice and open teacher, they felt more comfortable talking to you about it.

"So professor y/n, have you been seeing anyone lately?" Ron asked before class actually started.

You were caught off guard to say the least. "Well... I dont really see how my romantic life concerns any of you," you laugh whole heartedly.

Ron then smirked. "You never denied it. Perhaps another Proffesor that teaches here!" Hermione pinched his side as a warning to shut up.

"I don't know what your getting at, Ron" you chuckle becoming a little worried.

"Well the man I'm thinking of is a mean, old, cranky git that likes potions-"

"Thats enough! You don't ever talk about another Proffesor like that!" You scolded him.

"Alright, sorry proffesor... but im right, aren't i?" Ron smirked.

Harry and Hermione perked up to listen.

You sighed, before making sure that no other student or teacher was around, nd then said "You must not tell anyone."

[avan1i]

“can i have this dance?”

warnings: a kiss on the cheek, angst, thats it i think. (hermione is not in this story btw)

lorenzo berkshire x reader

where a gryffindor who hates slytherins gets swept off her feet by one at the yule ball..

“are you guys really not going to dance at all?” i huff, exasperated.

im currently sitting down at a table with ron and harry, watching boredly as everyone dances with their partners. i’d had to go with harry to the yule ball, because i (embarrassingly) had no one else to go with.

“correct.” says ron, lazily manspreading next to me.

i roll my eyes. padma patil is also sitting with us, as she’d come with ron. bad luck for her i guess. suddenly, she’s swept off by a hufflepuff boy, who asks her to dance.

“arm, leg, im yours!” she says excitedly.

i groan, watching her leave. god, im not too fond of dancing, but anything would be better than this. i scan the large ballroom, and my eyes land on the slytherin boys. the only ones with dates are draco and blaise. the others just go with anyone they want, it gives them more freedom i suppose. then, i could’ve sworn i caught lorenzo berkshire’s eye. i brush it off, shaking my head. i mean, how could i have?

the music changes to a slow, romantic song. im just about to get up and leave to go to the bathroom to avoid the embarrassment, when ron speaks up, surprised.

“what the hell does that old git want?” he says judgmentally. i look up and follow his gaze, and see enzo berkshire walking towards us. ron’s right, what could he possibly want?

we watch cautiously, as he gradually comes closer, his stupid smirk plastered on his face. i frown at him, wondering if he’s confused or something. the slytherin boys hate our trio, and we hate them. what’s going on?? he walks up to us, and holds out his arm to me.

“can i have this dance?” he asks calmly, his lips curling into a smug smirk. i look at ron and harry, confused. they’re giving me a ‘dont you dare’ look. i mean.. its only one dance.. and i want to have a good night. the yule ball only happens once!

i take his arm, and he sweeps me away onto the dance floor. i dont bother looking back at harry and ron’s outraged expressions, i know that they hate lorenzo. my cheeks turn a light shade of pink as he grabs my waist, pulling me closer. i sling my hands over his neck, as we sway to the rhythm of the slow song.

“are you drunk?” i murmur to him. im still trying to wrap my head around the fact he’s asked me to dance, out of all these girls.

“what? no, of course not. why do you ask?” he asks, smiling slightly. gosh, sometimes i wish i could slap that smirk off his face.

“no reason.” i mutter.

after the song ends, he asks me if i want a drink. it surprises me, as i thought he’d just ditch me and go find another girl to flirt with. i excuse myself to go and ask harry and ron if they want one quickly. enzo doesnt mind, and kisses me on the cheek, before going to talk to one of his fellow slytherin mates. stunned, i turn on my heel and walk back to harry and ron.

“oh you’re finally back are you? have fun with that prat? you looked like you did.” snarled ron.

“what are you talking about? it was one dance, nothing happened!” i say, annoyed.

ron gets up, practically dragging harry with him. i run after them, furious. my heels click and clack as i walk frustratedly down the cold, uninviting hallway. suddenly, ron turns around.

“what the bloody hell do you want now?” he yells.

“why are you so fucking annoying? all i did was dance with someone, because youre too lazy to get up off your ass!” i scream at him, tears forming in my eyes. i know im ruining my makeup, but i dont care at this point.

“we all agreed that we hate them, and you just HAVE to rebel against the rules, dont you?” he spat.

“rebel? what is this, some sort of cult?!”

“im sick of this, why dont you go and get your face eaten off by that berkshire git? its all he wants from you. you’re stupid honestly, thinking he actually likes you.” he yells at me.

i stand there in shock, tears pouring down. harry and him run up the stairs, as ron mutters to harry,

“they get scary when theyre older.”

“ron, you spoiled EVERYTHING!” i yell at him. they rush off and i sit down on the stairs, yanking my shoes off, and start sobbing.

A/N: this was pretty bad im ngl, i kinda ran out of ideas at the end, so its pretty repetitive. my next post will be better i promise!

[your-local-baguette]

How long has it been ?

Warnings: angst, Rin and sae childhood spoilers, swearing, not proofread, slow burn romance

Pairings: sae itoshi

Word count: 3.2k

Authors note: this was my first slow burn so it's not as long as i imagined but i hope you liked it and it took me a while to come up with all this lol

Also i can't tag the person that requested it since i can find them i'm sorry. But anyway enjoyy

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Large round eyes, sparkling with admiration. They were locked onto ...., so captivating. She stumbled up, her little legs running at full speed. Where they they bring her ?

To the very beginning...

"rinn!" A loud high voice called out, the child turning his head at the call of his name, the ambitious child's eyes lit up, his eyes locking on his classmate. The six year old girl stopped right in front of him, for he, was quite confused about the situation. What were you doing here ? The child's elder brother, an eight year old, looked at the two, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his face. "Rin! Rin!" The girl was almost jumping out of excitement "can i play with you two ? Pretty please!" The young girl almost yelled, as for the green haired child, he looked up at his auburn haired brother. The older child sighted heavily at the pleading eyes of his younger brother. "Uh..okay." both younger child jumped at this.

The net of the goal stretched back, stopping the football's motion, a scream of joy couod be heard, along with an impressed "woaah!" Although the more experienced here, kept silent. "Y/n that was so amazing!" Rin said, impressed by the young girls goal. The girl pointed back at herself with her thumb, a proud look attached to her face. "I'm so amazing!" She did a little dance of victory, happy with herself. Rin kept fawning over the goal she just made, boosting her childish ego even more.

The sun was setting in the distance, the children stopping to look at it. Your mouth gaped like a fish's, the two boys were also quite captivated. The sun slowly but surely disappeared, the sky darkened, signaling it was time to go home. " This was so fun! I hope we can play again!" The little girl said, earning a barely noticeable nod from the auburn haired kid, while the younger brother replied with joy "me too!"

You started walking back home, waving back at them, you git big waves from rin and a small raise of the hand from sae. The fresh air of the evening made the intense feeling of adrenaline be subsided by a feeling of comfort and security.

The days, weeks even years passed by so fast, it felt like just a few months but guess what, it was six years that passed by. You and rin stood side by side, tears about to spill out like waterfalls, Sae stood there, a frown on his face. "I'm going to spain" he said, his tone cold, but that small hint of sadness in it aswell. Gosh, it hurt him so much too. He eyed your sad expression, he wiped a tear off of your face. "I'll be back before you know it" just like that, he left for his plane. You turned to rin, who was also crying, you pulled him into a hug, "it will be fine, i'm still with you" he nodded, hiding in your neck. You felt awful, although in the same grade, you were still older than him, he was twelve, you were thirteen. "I'll practice with you, you'll climb up the ranks as a striker, and i'll be your midfielder ?" He nodded, pulling away from the hug, wiping his tear " i promise to protect you, i'll become the best striker along with you and big brother" he said, still a little childish. You smiled at him "i'm sure you will, let's go get an ice cream and walk a bit, it will make you feel better"

The two walked side by side, heading to the ice cream truck nearby, you let rin choose what he wanted. Handing some money to the man in the truck who handed rin his ice cream. "Huh ? You're not taking anything?" Rin said, a questioning look on his face. You shook your head "i'm not hungry" you answered, he nodded, you ruffled his hair, a sad smile attached to your face. "Hey! Don't ruffle my hair!" You giggled "only when you'll be taller than me" he pouted a little, still eating his ice cream. You sighted "i'll walk you back home, mkay?" Rin nodded, walking alongside you, his eyes lingering on the ground. "When do you think nii-san will be back?" You lingered for a bit aswell " i don't know, but like he said, he'll be back before you know it" "i trust you"

You stopped walking in front of his home "see you " you said, waving at him. To which he waved back heading inside, you sighted, walking back home. You didn't live very far, actually, your houses were pretty close.

Countless goals have been scored between you and rin, the small fields that were once occupied by three childrens, were now occupied by a fifteen year old and sixteen. But this is the moment things between you broke off...

"rin, i want to tell you something" rin looked back, his hair that grew longer, piercing teal eyes. You stopped ruffling his hair, he grew taller than you, "i-" he waited patiently for whatever you wanted to say. "I'm sorry but...i don't feel the same joy playing football anymore" this hit rin like a car at full speed, what do you mean ? You ? Not want to become the best midfielder anymore. Before he could say anything "i'm not saying i won't play with you here anymore, but i've had another passion for a while now. I don't want to keep that from you" rin gritted his teeth, this made more sad than you thought, it was the last thing he expected, he dig his nails into his palm "what's that passion" "volleyball " you answered him, quickly at that, he nodded "volleyball..." He repeated, "if you're happy then good" it's not like he could stop you "i promise to come here once in a while to play with you, alright ?" He nodded, but walked away, while you picked up your bag, heading to your practice. You gulped, heading to where your practice was supposed to happen. It was hard admitting this to rin...

As promised, you came back once in a while, to think you didn't play football seriously, yet now, you were teaching him how to score from a corner. You pointed the part of the foot he needed to use, and explained the movement he needed to do. He was listening carefully, you demonstrated the curved shot, it entered the goal, you told him you had to go, he let you off and simply kept on practicing what you taught him.

SAE POV

Gosh, for him it was hell in spain, Real Madrid was awful, especially with Leonardo. It was hell after hell, not day after day. He despised him, so damn much. He even gave up on becoming a striker, he tightened his grip on his phone.

A ding! Caught his attention, his eyes widened for a second, surprised to see.

His hand trembled slightly, biting down on his lower lip, his thumbed ghosted over the follow back button. He took him a few seconds before he pressed it, feeling all the tension in his heart wash away. He wasn't going back to japan before another year, yet he wanted to book a flight right this instant and go back. He closed his phone, pushing himself off the wall, walking back to where he stayed.

Y/N POV

You walked out of practice, holding your phone to check any notifications, you most likely did have some, but one caught your eye.

You smiled slightly, walking back to your home with a happy smile, gosh, you missed him. Did he miss you, he did, just not the same way you did...

...

You stood next to rin on the field you used to play as children, he was drinking a bit of water. While you were in your volleyball attire, the sun shining down, you smiled at him. "Thanks for playing with me. Really brings back memories" he nodded, he went to grab his ball but got reminded of something. "Happy seventeen birthday y/n" you smiled at him "thank y-"

"yea, happy seventeen birthday" a monotone voice said, from beside you, well not entirely, more like a few feet away. That auburn hair...those teal eyes...that neutral expression, it felt like he hadn't changed a single bit. A single tear rolled down your cheek, your mouth opened bit nothing came out. The wind swayed between the both of you, aa for rin he clenched his jaw and walked away. "Sae..." You said, with a soft voice, you extended a hand towards him and engulfed the man in a hug. He didn't hug you back, he let you do as you please, not like he really cared anyway. He felt your arms tighten around him, your figure shaking a little. "Your back..." You pulled away, walking a few feet back "what took you so fucking long ?" He didn't answer, simply keeping quiet, he wasn't messing up here. "How have you been ?" You asked, still hesitant, it took him a while to answer you "fine" he simply answered, not that wasn't true, it hadn't been fine, but as if he was going to tell you that. He was hesitant but..." And you..?" A small smile tugged on your lips "i've been good..." You caught him eyeing your attire, chuckling a bit "i joined japan national volleyball team recently, i don't play football anymore" he had to be honest, he was caught off guard by that. "I see... congratulations..." He said, still with that monotone voice.

You took a deep breath, but went for it anyway "i know you just got back...but, i want to know if you're willing to try to build our friendship again..." It took a lot out of you to say that, but here you were, asking the one question that had been lingering in your mind, ever since you saw that notification. At first, you thought he was going to say no, that from how long he was taking to answer you. But at last....

"okay..."

You smiled at him "thank you..it means more than you think." He hummed in response, the sun was completely set, the stars were shining at their brightest, you bit down on your lip. "I'll walk you home" you agreed, grabbing the volleyball that was resting at your feet, you both started walking, he took the side closer to the road of the sidewalk. You noticed how he was similar but also how much he changed, he was around 5'11 ( 180cm), his jawline was sharper and his hair was longer. Now his bangs were pushed back, still with the long under lashes, he was more muscular, lot more attractive that he was before, more man like. He was still as quiet as before, he wasn't awkward, just quiet and only spoke when necessary. You reached your home in no time "thanks for walking me home sae...see you" he turned his gaze away "see you.." when he was sure you were safe inside, he started walking back to his home...

You slid down against your door, smiling to yourself, god, you were so happy. Letting out all your joy, you got up. Heading directly to bed, you had an important match tomorrow, you'd text sae tomorrow to ask him if he wanted to go see your match. You got in some more comfortable clothes, letting yourself fall on your bed.

Next morning

You smiled at your phone and out your plate in the sink, carefully washing it while humming to yourself. Gently tapping your foot, you were already in your volleyball jersey and a volleyball was resting close to your backdoor. Your parents were barely home these days, so you almost had to the house to yourself. As you kept washing your dishes, a knock at your front door was heard and you frowned. Who could it be this early ? You swiftly dried your hands and walked over to the door, when you opened, at your surprise, you found Sae, in some casual clothings. "Sae ? Come in, come in" you opened the door further you let him in and he walked in, staying on the entrance mat. "What are you doing here ?" You simply asked, a look of confusion clear on your face "your match.." he answered and you immediately understood. "Oooh. You didn't need to come join me but nevermind that, come take a seat, just remove your shoes please" yet he stayed there on the mat, hands in his pocket "you look ready" "yes, but my match is in an hour, the gym is nearby" sae kept his neutral expression "you should get there early" you stopped your walk back to the kitchen and sighed, snatching your volleyball and backpack, everything already in it. Well, that was except for your keys, so you snatched them from the countertop, opening the front door and sae got out behind you. You closed the door and locked it, putting away your keys and started walking to the location. Sae followed, taking the toad side, matching your pace, the walk was a comfortable silence. It didn't long, maybe fifteen minutes and you both had already arrived. You showed him the way to the audience and he nodded while you headed towards your coach that had also, recently arrived. You discussed with her for a bit before starting off with the stretches. Soon enough the other and your oen had arrived, as for Sae, he was sat in the audience, observing from time to time. You both had arrived early so it was expected to have some waiting. Half an hour after both teams had arrived, captains shook hands and your team started with the serve. Sae now observed carefully, his eyes set on you, as you stood a few steps behind the line, the ref signaled the start and you threw the ball, jumping for a decent jump float. The other team easily picked it up, sending to the setter and second tempo attack was performed from their wing spiker. An attack which was picked up by your team's libero, sent to your setter and it was a high set, to give you some time as you performed a back row attack. That was the first point of the game and the sound of volleyballs hitting the floor one after another was heard for at least the next two hours. It was a very tight score at the end but you had won 2-1, you celebrated a bit with your teams but you looked up at the audience, smiling at Sae, had you looked more carefully, you could have seen the hint of a smile on his face.

About thirty minutes later

You stretched your arms and smiled at Sae as you both walked back, you with a drink in hand. You had stopped by a cafe "gaah! I'm so glad of this match's outcome!" He glanced towards you whispering 'you did good' and you turned your head towards him "mhm? Did you say something?" "No" he answered dryly "dry much" you commented which earned you a slight eye roll. You chuckled and shook your head "i'm glad you came" you simply said, expressing your gratitude to him. Honestly, you didn't think things would go so well, he nodded and kept up his quiet persona. You let out a small sigh and looked up at the sky, it was around noon or so. "I hope we'll have a next outing soon! Feel free to invite me whenever!" You said excitedly to which he smiled internally, what ? Did you think the sae would physically smile at you for that? But, he gave you a nod nonetheless. As you both reached your home, he waved you goodbye as you headed back inside.

A month later

Ever since then, you and sae had talked through text sometimes but never went out, you wanted him to ask you out this time, which was very irrealistic of you but oh well. A girl could dream right?! But you occupied yourself with some romance book, comfortably layed on your couch and enjoying a drink. What else did you have to do ? Nothing, but romance books are life so it's fine. Suddenly a bing! Caught your attention, you picked your phone.

You squealed a little and hugged your phone tight, spinning in circles "it happened!!" You sprinted upstairs to get changed into some pale jeans shorts and warm red knitted sweater. No need for makeup this time, you still had about 2-3 hours to pass though, so you kept reading your book and the time passed like lighting. As the doorbell rang you swiftly got up to answer and there he was, standing in some casual sweater and black jeans. It wasn't overboard, just to be comfortable. You greeted him and smiled at him, which he didn't return at all, but worth the short. You walked out and Locked your door, starting to walk with him. Apart from the casual small talk like hello, how are you, there were not many words exchanged and maybe it was better that way. Sae was a man of very few words and you were quite comfortable observing the sakura trees in the park. So you both kept on walking until you reached the fountain in the middle of the park, there no people around...perfect. a surprisingly gentle touch reached out in your hair, only to pinch a small petal that had fallen in it, tossing it aside. You looked towards sae with curious eyes and a smile, his body was facing yours, there was no tension only untold feelings. The kind of feelings that went infinitely deep into both of your hearts. His hand hesitated to reach out towards yours, but he clenched his fist, contenting himself with being able to see the happiness in your eyes, the happiness he wish he could have. "Thanks" your voice snapped him out of his trance and nodded with a small hum, guiding you to start walking back to which you agreed, still walking alongside eachother silently, yet this time...it felt more..intimate ? It was a tough feeling to describe. You looked up at the sky, still that gentle smile gracing your lips and as the minutes passed, the exit to the park got closer and closer. The outing coming to an end, as you prepared to depart back home, a voice called out to you "y/n" you stopped and looked back towards Sae, specifically right in his eyes, you noticed the very subtle signs of nervousness coming from him. "I..." His voice came out a little stranded, he was hesitating. You fully faced him and he took a few steps towards you, his hand still hesitating to reach out for yours "i love you..." Your eyes widened and a slight blush crept on your cheeks, you looked right back at him, while to others he might have seemed unbothered and a tiny bit arrogant. In your eyes, he was genuine, nervous and especially, in love. "Sae....i-" you wuck in a sharp breath as you felt his hand on yours and the other on your cheek. He was close and he seemed impatient, waiting for an answer..."i love you too..." You felt the tension in his hold immediately released and it became more gentle than ever. He silently asked for you permission and as you slid your hands on his shoulder, he tilted his head a bit and leaned forward. It felt like an eternity before your lios connected in one gentle and light kiss. But it felt so passionate too, your hands soon enough found themselves on his nape and your lips separated. Both of your gaze locked in eachother, alone to the world but one last sentence left his lips

"how long has it been since i've wanted this..."

[dracolilhoe]

Secret Keepers Pt. 2 (Severus Snape x Y/n)

Pt. 1 -> Secret Keepers

Severus Snape x fem!pregnant!wife!professor

Main Masterlist here -> DracoLilHoe

Harry Potter Fandom Masterlist here -> HP Masterlist

Warnings - Female reader, use of Y/n, Professor reader

Words: +2.4k

Summary: Severus & Y/n have been secretly married for the last few years. Y/n has a hunch that something big is happening, but isn't sure if she should trust her instincts.

If you find mistakes please tell me! I'm not a perfect writer so please just let me know. Happy reading! :)

*Harry POV*

That was what felt like the longest detention in the history of detentions. How could Snape even be married let alone have a baby? I walk into the somewhat crowded common room spotting Hermione and Ron sitting at a table arguing about who knows what.

Hermione looks up spotting me. "Harry! How did the detention with Professor Snape go? He didn't give you a hard time, did he?" I shake my head. "You won't believe what I heard," I mutter taking the seat across from the two.

"As I was walking toward his office I heard him talking with Profesor y/l/n. Apparently, she's pregnant!" Ron's jaw drops. "Nooo!" He whines earning an eye roll from Hermione. "Ronald you never had a chance! She's too old for you, and you're too young for her!" Rons sighs, "Whatever, but why would she tell Snape of all people. They aren't exactly friends. Are they?"

"That's the thing," I lower my voice to a whisper. "Snape's the father!" "What!?" Ron shrieks his face contorting into a look of utter shock earning a few confused looks from the fellow first-year Gryffindors. Hermione raises her eyebrows the realization finally hitting her. She gives Ron a smack to the head, "Lower your voice, Ronald! They obviously want it to stay a secret!"

Ron rubs the back of his head muttering about how she didn't have to hit him that hard. "It all makes sense now," Hermione continues. "I wondered why she always wore a ring but thought it was too rude to ask about it. I can't believe I missed it!"

"I can't believe it.." Ron groans laying his head down on the desk. "Ron, Hermione's right. It's obviously something they didn't want anyone else to know. And you never really did stand a chance with her."

"I just, I don't understand. How could Professor y/l/n possibly be interested in that old git?" Ron asks. Hermione sighs, "Ron, she is obviously happy with him. She's his wife. He's probably different around her than the rest of us."

Ron gets up sighing dramaticly, "I'm going to bed. Clearly, life has nothing left for me." "Ronald grow up!" Hermione shouts up to him from the bottom of the stairs.

"If anything I wonder what you see in him," I smirk. Hermione rolls her eyes before scooping up the rest of her books in her arms. "That makes two of us."

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"Sleep well, Ron?" Ginny questions as we take a seat at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. He gives her a look as he grabs some sausages putting them on his plate.

Hermione furrows her eyebrows looking over at Ginny. "Since when did you care what happens with him?" "Since I found out about Professor y/l/n. Heard she's been up to somethin. Just wonderin' how he's taking it."

"Shut your trap, Ginny!" Ron grumbles tossing a piece of sausage at her.

"Wait, how do you know about that?" I ask. She shrugs, "It's the talk of the school! It's been spreading like wildfire. I heard from some first-years about it this morning."

The three of us share a look before turning our gaze to Ginny. "Does... does everybody know?" Hermione bites her lip nervously. "At this point, I would assume so."

"Nice talking to ya Ginny. Will see you later." I say as Hermione and I stand up. Ron looks up at us confused. "Where are you guys going?" "Ronald get up!" "But we just started breakfast!"

"You won't get to finish it if Snape finds out who started this in the first place!" I hiss. "But it was you! I don't have any part in this!" Hermione rolls her eyes and grabs Ron's arm pulling him up. "Oi!"

Ginny's eyes widen. "You started it?" "Look Ginny we would appreciate it if you kept this quiet," I mutter. She nods. "Good luck." "What about my food?" Hermione grabs a piece of toast shoving it into Ron's mouth. "Come on lets go!"

The three of us quickly run back up to the common room. "Harry! What the hell mate?" Ron's voice is muffled as he finishes the last of his toast.  

"Hermione and I didn't even know about anything until you said something." He protests. "Ronald hush. If you didn't shout last night then nobody would have been paying attention in the first place!!"

He pauses the realization hitting him. "Oh... yeah. Sorry." He rubs the back of his neck nervously. "If anything it's your fault." I sigh. "Hermione putting the blame onto anyone isn't going to help. The bottom line is it was all three of us. Let's hope they didn't find out yet."

*Y/n POV*

My eyes flutter open as I glance over at the clock on my bedside table. I begrudgingly sit up just to be pulled down by a strong arm wrapped around my waist. "Severus," I murmur trying to loosen his strong grip around me.

He groans burying his face into my neck leaving light kisses. "Sev, we need to get up." He sighs, "Must you be so dreary?" I scoff. "Me? Dreary?"

He lets out a huff reluctantly moving away from my neck to rest his head against his pillow.

"I'm only stating you are quite boring." He teases. "I'm not boring!" I protest. "As much as I would love to stay in bed with you and do nothing all day, we have classes to teach."

He wraps his arm around me again and pulls me toward him. Causing me to let out a soft gasp. He places a gentle kiss to my lips as his fingers rub small circles on my stomach.

I smile to myself as I turn to look at the loving look plastered across my husband's face. He isn't the type of man to share his emotions. But the look in his eyes says all it needs to.

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"Severus, I told you I'm fine." I chuckle as I walk in between him and Minerva. "No, you are not 'fine'." He retorts. "You can not skip breakfast! We have discussed this multiple times, love." "And I have told you time and time again that I'm not hungry."

"Y/n, dear, he's right. It would be best if you ate something. If not for you then for the baby." Minnie places a comforting hand on my shoulder. I know they are right. Of course, they are right. "I know I should but I just haven't been that hungry lately."

Severus lets out an audible sigh sending me a stern glare. We continue our walk down the corridor a few students giving us odd looks as we pass. "Um, anyone know what that was about?" I question glancing between the two.

They shake their heads just as confused as I am. I'm used to seeing Sev get looks from the students but this was different. Instead of fear, it was more like... curiosity? And possibly bewilderment? And it was directed toward me which is odd.

"Something's not right," I mutter as Minerva nods in agreement. We make our way into the Great Hall taking our seats. Filius sits between Minerva and Severus, and I am on his other side. I feel Sevs hand reach under the table to rest on my upper thigh.

"Good Morning Severus!" Filius says taking the napkin from his lap and wiping his lips. He gives him a polite nod in return as he brings a cup of coffee to his lips. "Oh, and I just heard the good news. Congratulations on the baby!"

Severus nearly choked on the coffee he was drinking. "I beg your pardon?" He questions as a quiet mumble of a curse escapes his lips. I turn to look at the charms professor in bewilderment. How does he know?

I turn my gaze to Severus who already has his eyes on me. "Did you tell him?" I question. He shakes his head. "I thought it was you." He admits as he turns to look back at the charms professor.

"Filius, how exactly do you know that?" He turns to look at me confusion etched across his features. "I heard some students discussing it this morning. I didn't know the students were aware of your relationship."

"They shouldn't be." Severus mumbles clenching his jaw.

"Minnie you haven't told anyone right?" She gives me a sweet smile and shakes her head. "That is not my information to share." "Then... who could it have been?" I question as she shrugs. "I think I might have an idea." Severus gets up from his seat and quickly heads toward the corridors outside the Great Hall.

I sigh, "Minnie this might take a bit. I might not make it back in time for the first classes. Could you watch them for me?" "Of course dear. You should probably settle this. Who knows what rumors have started." I give her a smile as I exit the Great Hall after Severus.

"Severus!" I call out as I chase after my husband. He stops spinning around to face me. "Yes?" "How could you possibly know who did this?" I now stand before him looking up into his dark onyx eyes.

"It was Potter." I scoff at his words crossing my arms. "How could it possibly be Potter?" He grabs my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine, dragging me to his classroom.  

Once we enter his classroom he locks the door. "It's best if we talk here. We don't need any unwanted attention." He walks over to sit at his desk. I follow sitting across from him. "Alright now how in fucks sake could it possibly be Potter?"

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Darling, you told me yesterday night. Potter was supposed to have a detention yesterday night. He must have been eavesdropping. It is the only possible explanation!"

"There are plenty of explanations as to why it isn't Potter!" He raises an eyebrow, "Well, go on." I pause mid-sentence. "Well, I-" He lets out a small hum of satisfaction. "Well, I didn't even see him when I was leaving!" I blurt out crossing my arms.

"He was most likely hiding." Shit. He has a point. "Okay fine! Maybe it was Potter! But that doesn't explain how the whole bloody school knows by now! I haven't even seen him at all this morning."

"Hmm, I wonder why." He mutters sarcastically. "Oh, hush! If it is Potter then Weasley and Granger probably have something to do with it too." He nods in agreement. "Seeing as we have no idea where they are we should probably ask Minnie what their schedules are."

"She's supposed to cover my first class for a bit. I can ask her then." I steal a quick glance at the clock. "Speaking of classes, they start soon." I stand up walking around his desk to give him a quick kiss. "I love you. I'll see you in a bit."

I start to turn away but he tugs me back. He pulls me down his lips returning to mine. "Love you more, darling." I smile against his lips. "Oh and what should we say if the students ask us anything?"

I pause in thought for a moment. "I don't see any point in hiding it anymore. They already know." His lip forms a line indicating his uncertainty. "Are you sure you want that? Your reputation could be ruined because of me and-"

I place my finger over his lips shutting him up. "I don't care what they think. If they don't like me much anymore that's okay. I have all I need right here." He smiles at my remarks kissing my forehead, "How did I get so lucky?" He mumbles. I sigh cheerfully. "I do really need to go now. I love you. I'll see you in a bit."

*Harry POV*

"Oh, we are so screwed." Ron groans. "Professor McGonagall just told us Snape wants to see us, Ron. Of course, we are screwed!!" I mutter as the three of us make our way down the stairs to the dungeons. "We are so lucky we didn't have potions today."

"No kidding." The three of us stop outside the door to his classroom. "How much trouble do you think we are in?" Hermiones whispers. "Well, it's also Professor Y/l/n. So hopefully not too much." Ron answers nervously. I hesitantly reach out my hand and knock.

*Y/n POV*

"Don't be too hard on them!" He scoffs rolling his eyes. "They exposed us. They are lucky I don't give them detention for the rest of the year." "First of all do not roll your eyes at me! I'm your wife. Not a student. Second, we don't know their side of the story. So yes Severus, do not be an arse."

He opens his mouth to retaliate but stops. "Sorry." He murmurs. I avoid his gaze, "I'm sorry too. You are not an arse." Our heads both turn to the door at the sound of a knock. "Come in"

The three of them walk in their eyes avoiding Snapes and focusing on me. "Can one of you explain why the whole school is aware of our relationship?" Snape questions glaring at the trio. The three of them look at me as if asking me to help them out.

"Well go on. He asked a question." Harry takes a breath before speaking. "I heard the two of you talking last night and I told Ron and Hermione." Snape sighs pinching the bridge of his nose. "That doesn't explain how the school knows."

"Well, a group of first years heard us talking out it last night, in the common room," Hermione looks over at me. "We weren't going to tell anyone. But they heard us. It was an accident we swear!"

"I don't think there is anything we can do about it at this point," I say trying toward my husband. "Weeks denention. For the three of you." Ron's mouth falls open a gasp of astonishment leaving his lips. "Make. That. Two." Snape growls. The two turn to give Ron a glare. "Now go before I change my mind." The three scramble out the door.

"They are something else." "Tell me about it." I turn to look at Severus. "You going to actually get some sleep tonight?" "I have paperwork to finish, dear." I smile kissing his forehead. "Just come to bed at a decent time. I love you."

"Goodnight, my love. I love you too."

Pt. 1 -> Secret Keepers

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[mischieflower]

Sirius gives Harry a glimpse of the past

Sirius Black is brooding. something very unlike him, but then again he hasn't been much like himself in quite a long time. The order hasn't been like anything of it's past, the most obvious part being snape was a part of it now.

The dire fact was that everytime Sirius would have to enter a room to see Snape sit in the living room talking with other members of the order, Sirius can practically hear James calling him a slimy git and Sirius has to try very hard not to laugh to himself.

He's been trying very hard to not think about James as much but it's been frankly impossible. Sometimes, he thinks to himself how his best mate might have reacted to something ridiculous that happens during the meetings or the jokes he would make to lighten the atmosphere. Every time he says something unserious and Molly sends him a tired look, he thinks to himself that James would have given him a high five for that one. When Harry gives him a hug he sometimes thinks it's James, and it's rather pathetic of him.

It doesn't help when his godson contacts him through the fire in a panicked state, all worried about his parents.

"How did she marry him? She hated him"

Those words brought a wry smile, a smile filled with too many memories that made his small heart grow in size. He knew he should have been more worried or serious about Harry's questions like Remus was, but he couldn't help but use an old ruse he used all the time whenever someone at Hogwarts seemed too confused on how Lily Evan's started fancying James Potter especially since she seemed to hate him.

"Nah she didn't"

So when Christmas rolls around, Sirius decides to pick up Harry , risking almost everything (but what's new). Harry is ecstatic to see Sirius, and all the dark thoughts that swirl in his head constantly disappear. Mr. Weasley was recovering and looked much better, and after a rather rude wake up call from Ginny---- Harry tried his best to not let Voldemort to mess with his head. Things seem better than usual and he spends all his time with Sirius.

"I miss your father" Sirius said, taking a sip of firewhiskey. Harry looked up from the rug he was seated on, up at Sirius seated comfortably in the armchair. "He loved Christmas. Not as much as your mother though" He adds as an afterthought, and there's a delicate smile on his face when he mentions Lily.

"Really?" Harry asked, his eyes bright.

"I know you were struggling with everything that has been happening" Sirius said, turning to him and Harry looks at the flames dancing together in the fireplace. "Just know that I'll always be there for you, just like your parents were for me"

Harry tries hard not to let tears prick his eyes and continues looking at the flames, scared that if he met Sirius's eyes his resolve might melt. Sirius continues, "And I know you felt bad for Snivellus and thought you were similiar. I also know James would be up in the afterlife trying to figure out a way to kill himself again hearing you say that"

Harry chuckled at this, he still felt mixed feelings about the whole ordeal but he had to admit that spending time with Sirius and Remus had him feeling better about things. Maybe he had jumped to conclusions too quickly, he was always told his parents were wonderful people in love, so it wasn't right to jump to the conclusion that there wasn't love between them because of Snape's memories.

Sirius studies his godson for a couple of seconds before he decides to take weight off of his shoulders, "Look Hogwarts at my time was very different. There was an impending cloud of doom all around us because we knew a war was coming, and all of us were fighting on the side that could get us killed. Yet, those seven years went by in flash filled with mischief, friendship, love and happiness. It was the time the Marauder's welcomed everyone back with pranks and back when christmas balls were every year. Flirting with professors too" Sirius grinned as he told Harry, his insides feeling warm. "And oh god and the whole Lily Evans and James Potter saga, What a time!"

"Lily Evans and James Potter Saga?" Harry asked curiously, and he felt the ends of his mouth turn up. there was this warm feeling that filled him whenever he heard of his parents, and no matter where he was he knew that just thinking of them could conjure up this warmth.

"Oh yes" Sirius grinned. "It's no surprise I guess, but your father was a a heartthrob, though i'll never understand he looked like a loser to be honest, back at school and a charming flirt who used to charm any witch... well except your mother of course"

Sirius chuckled before continuing, "They bickered in our first year itself, and then this continued through third year before he asked her out and she rejected him. He didn't stop there though, and continued asking her out and at first he did it to tease her but at some point, we all knew that he really did fancy her and eventually was in love with her. Your mother on the other side found him an arrogant toerag and thought the whole thing was a joke, rejecting him in creative ways. A bit of personal input Harry but I'm sure she did find a bit of amusement being asked out by him she always had a ghost of a smile on her face. But then things went to hell I guess with the end of year five, which you saw in Snape's mind"

"Oh" Harry said, "so you guys did bully these people for fun"

Sirius flinched at the word choice, "It wasn't necessarily bullying, it was just teasing and pranking. very harmless and most of the school enjoyed it. but yes what you saw with what happened with Snape, was something that was reserved just for him. And don't be mistaken, you only saw one side of his memories, he certainly did horrendous stuff too. hurt your mother a great deal and of course James wouldn't tolerate that, would he know?"

Harry felt a smile start to form at that last sentence. His parents were something else, he could only hope of having a love like that, but he knew with Voldemort clouding his life, there was a slim chance. However, just hearing about his parents gave him a buzz that even firewhiskey didn't give hm.

"And like Moony was saying, James deflated his ego and matured meaning he stopped asking out Lily knowing that she didn't like him" Sirius grinned, and Harry could tell he enjoyed this part of the story. "And of course, when James stopped asking her out, dearest lilyflower starts developing feelings for him. I guess it helped that Lil's friends and us became close friends during our sixth year"

"But they didn't go out until seventh year?" Harry asks curiously, already smiling over the nicknames Sirius used for his parents.

"No and you won't believe it, but Jamsie made Head Boy and of couse as everyone knew it Lils became Head Girl. The line between friendship and love began to blur as they spent more time together and flirted a disgusting amount. And well personally I always knew she had a fat crush on him during sixth year which she tried keeping a secret since she thought he was over her." Sirius lets out a bark of laughter, "As if!"

"Anyways, they finally kiss and get together, then get married and have you and well the rest... you pretty much know" Sirius ends lamely.

"Wow" Harry whispers to himself, "and to think I was scared that they were forced or something to get married"

"Right!" Sirius laughs, "But I don't blame you, Harry, for thinking that way. You were supposed to be all our golden child, living with endless amounts of love and well...wealth. Your childhood has been exceedingly hard, something your parents would have never wanted. You didn't even know your parents well, that excuse of a human and walrus raised you"

Harry bursts out into laughter and the description of his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. He doesn't even realise when tears fill his eyes or his heart grows heavy, recalling everything Sirius had told him.

He had been so robbed.

Soon hot tears pool in his eyes and he tries looking in another direction and prays that Sirius has had too much firewhiskey to notice.

But of course, he does.

He stands to his feet and pulls Harry into a hug. A long one, a hug in which he tries to communicate how much he missed Harry's parents and how much he loved Harry as his own.

When they pull apart, Harry is smiling and so is Sirius ,though, both their eyes are still damp with tears.

"Now the next time you say you feel like you're Snivellus again, James might actually find a way to come down here... though that might not be entirely a bad thing"

[the-misfit-star]

𝙲𝚛𝚔 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛(𝚝𝚘𝚑)

《Summary》: Basically the reader acts and has the same power of the collector from toh.

○Reader is Gendernutral

○Characters are Pure vanilla cookie,Licorice cookie, Strawberry and Strawberry crepe cookie, and lastly cherry cookie

○This story is strictly platonic because reader is a minor ( the collector is a minor too people)

○ Hope you enjoy:)

○ Part two here

🍓𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚 𝙘��𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙚🧇

●Huh, so you're an immortal deity who looks and acts like a child but your magic is extremely powerful? COOL!

●You guys probably cause so much chaos in the Vanilla Kingdom because of how similar you're personalities are.

●They think you're games are fun.

●I can just Imagine you showing off your powers to Crepe (probably doing magic tricks )and them being absolutely fascinated by it.

●FRIENDSHIP BRACLETS

●You might even tell them stories about your life and how other cookies used you for your powers and trapped you for being to dangerous.

●They don't really get why you got trapped . I mean how unfair is that? Being locked away for being a child?! How stupid those cookies are.

●Crepe cookie shows you their waffle bots! They think that you're so cool so obviously they show you what they've been working on. Since yk they don't have real friends :p

●"Y/N cookie you are the most fun ever! I wonder if there are other cookies like you."

●"No cookie on earth bread is as cool as me! Well maybe you could be a close second place."

🍒ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕖💣

●If you thought that you and Strawberry crepe cookie were chaotic than you definitely thought wrong.

●You and her (and her friends) pull pranks and tricks on the other cookies for gits and shiggles definitely.

●You explode things with her too. You use your powers to make giant explosions that make the ground shake, and the cookies tremble at the sudden shaking of the ground.

●When you do tell her you were locked away for you being to powerful she is definitely upset at that. I mean you're so fun! How could you possibly be a danger? (Don't take that literally)

●"WOW Y/N cookie that explosion was amazing! I sure the whole of earth bread was shaking! Do it again!"

●"Okay Cherry cookie!"

🌻𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞🍦

● He's like a father figure to you. He teaches you right from wrong, how to help cookies in need to with your powers, yk stuff like that

●Instead of treating you like a threat, he actually treats you like a child, he treats you like a decent cookie being.

●He would honestly love playing games with you.

●When you first meet him you thought he was boring and you kinda make a few jokes about him being an old uncle.

●Not surprisingly, when you told him about your past and being treated like a threat he hugged you. He probably said something like "Oh my dear child, I am incredibly sorry that happened to you."

●He protects you from Dark entrances cookie and the other members of Cookies Of Darkness so they don't manipulate you into using your magic for evil.

●Dark rasin cookie and the others of the Pure vanilla Kingdom didn't trust you at first but after P.V cookie said you weren't dangerous they started to warm up to to.

●you unironically call him uncle Pure Vanilla .

●"Hey uncle Pure Vanilla cookie , is this right?"

●"Yes Y/N cookie, it is very right."

💀𝕃𝕚𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕖💀

●When Dark Entrances cookie announced that there would be a new addition to the Cookies Of Darkness he was beyond confused when he saw the new member was a child.

●You find it funny when he throws a tantrum over a mission going wrong, or when one tiny detail of his plan goes wrong.

●You and Poision Mushroom mock him together, you definitely mock him with Poision Mushroom cookie.

●But holy shit - when he sees what your magic is capable of he's ashamed to admit it makes him nervous.

●Seriously, a cookie as young as yourself is capable of magic like THAT? You have to had practice for thousands of years to be that powerful- wait what? You actually ARE thousands of years old ??

●Honestly how can a cookie as old as you be so immature?

●You think of him as a cranky older brother figure who constantly tells you what you can and can't do.

●He sees now why Dark Entrances cookie chose you to join The Cookies Of Darkness ,because you are an agent of pure chaos .

●When he hears about your past he does at least try to act a bit nicer to you.

●"Y/N COOKIE! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY CLOAK!?

●"I fixed it duh! It was so dull before! But now it looks much better after I added a pop of color to it. Don't you like it?"

●"NO! I DO NOT LIKE IT!"

🍓ꜱᴛʀᴀᴡʙᴇʀʀʏ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ🍓

●You two are polar polar opposites.

●A shy, quiet, and introverted cookie like her and a loud, playful, extroverted cookie like yourself. It is a mystery how you two even meet in the first place

●She and friends found you lost and wandering around the forest, so they offered to let you join if you were lost.

●The very first thing she noticed about you was your ecstatic personality. You were just a pure ball of energy (and probably sugar.)

●When walking with them you were talking about your life events and random child things.

●I broke her heart when she heard what happened to you and all the pain you must have inside. Spoiler alert you weren't all that upset about it.

●But she was clearly blinded by your child-like clothes and personality because your powers did not match at all.

●You were pretty sure everyone was shocked when they saw just how powerful (and old) you are.

●You like teasing her about how quiet and shy she is and how much she blushes and hides in her hood when you make one of those comments .

●She kinda likes playing games with you and seeing you so happy. But when she says she needs a break from playing all day it's gets boring. I mean besides her and her friends you don't really have anyone else.

●Also has to teach you right from wrong.

●Just like strawberry crepe you guys got friendship braclets. Specifically the braclets that when put together say 'best friends'

●You talk to her about what it would be like if you had your own kingdom and subjects to rule over.

●"In My kingdom it's illegal to be sad unless absolutely mandatory. I don't like it when little cookies are sad. It makes me upset :("

●"U-uh Y/N cookie , doesn't it seem kind of cruel to forbid cookies to , you know , be sad?" "I mean I get sad all the time. Would you ban me from being upset?"

● "I said unless it's mandatory. And yes, I would never allow you to be sad in my kingdom. If you're not sad you're always happy! Which means everyone is constantly in a good mood!

●"I don't think that's how that works. . ."

●"Oh right I forgot to mention! If a cookie breaks the rules they get executed. :)"

●"They get what!?"

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《Part two coming soon》

[acciotherapists]

Cast Out

Summary: Loki is sent to Midgaurd instead of Thor but his childhood friend, Y/n, isn't letting him go without a fight.

Warnings: angst, fluff, (mention of future smut but nothing here)

A/N: This was inspired by this ask to @sarahscribbles. All credit for the original idea for this fic goes to her and her lovely anons :)

It all happened so fast. In the blink of an eye my world was ripped away from me, sent through the bifrost to an unknown realm and I couldn’t even inquire about his well-being without fear of repercussions from the Allfather. In an instant my childhood best friend was ripped away from me and I was expected to move on with life. My mother was a handmaiden to Frigga and when she’d passed the Allmother had taken me in as her own, noticing how close I’d grown with her sons, particularly Loki.

“I will speak of this no more!” Odin hissed as I followed him across the Rainbow Bridge, tears in my eyes.

“He just learned of his ancestry and you’re going to send him away to die on Midgard!? That’s cruel even for you!” I hissed, my voice dripping with venom.

He turned to me, eyes flashing with rage. “He risked the entire realm with his foolishness! Perhaps a few decades on Midgard will teach him to be more like Thor!”

“He shouldn’t have to be like Thor!” I screamed. “He’s your son!”

“He’s made it clear how he feels about being my son!” Odin shot back.

“Because he was hurt!” I screamed, no longer caring if the whole of Asgard heard us as we reached the castle, the Allmother waiting at the gates, her eyes searching us carefully. Searching for Loki.

“Tell her, oh great Odin,” I hissed. “Tell her how you sent her son away! Tell her how you sent him to die on Midgard!”

“What?” she whispered, turning to face her husband.

“That is not how I planned to tell you, dear,” he answered, lowering his gaze. “Loki must be punished for his foolish actions, which nearly cost us a war.”

“Oh, husband… what have you done?”

He looked away from her so I answered instead. “He just started a war.”

“What do you mean?” he hissed. “I’ve avoided a war by banishing the cause!”

“I’m not referring to Jotunheim, you old git! I’m referring to myself. You’ve just started something you will be unable to finish.” With that I left, returning to my room, an empty feeling in my chest as I collapsed on the silk sheets. Please be safe, Loki.

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Loki’s POV

I cast you out!

My poor excuse for a father had shouted those words only moments ago before sending me hurtling toward an unknown realm, without even telling me where he was sending me. The look on Y/n’s face haunted me as I stood up. I could still see the tears in her eyes as I was sent flying backward into the void of space. I tried to take in my surroundings as the cloud of dust began to dissipate around me before I crashed into a strange, metal object, collapsing onto the ground. Screams filled my ears as faces surrounded me.

“Where did he come from?” a woman asked as I stood up.

“You! What realm is this?” I hissed at the woman.

“Realm?” she asked, seeming confused.

“Ah, must be Midgard then,” I answered. Only Midgardians would be silly enough to be unfamiliar with the word ‘realm.’

“Sorry, who are you?” the woman asked.

“I am Loki of Asgard. I have been banished to this nornforsaken realm and I require shelter.”

“Yeah…” The woman hesitated before taking out a small device and placing it to her ear. “Yeah, hi. I’ve got an escaped psych patient here.”

“You can’t be serious,” I scoffed, walking away from her and toward the lights from the nearby town. Father had taken my magic as I could no longer feel it pulsing in my veins but he’d been forgiving enough to leave me in my Asgardian form. I fear what the mortals would do if I were to appear to them as a Jotun. Their miniscule minds could not possibly comprehend such a thing. I made my way into the town, trying to find some form of shelter, though I wasn’t exactly sure where I would go.

Please be safe, Loki.

Y/n’s sweet voice filled my ears and my heart clenched in my chest. Alone once again. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. It shouldn’t have affected me so. I’d been alone most of my life so this simple cast-out shouldn’t have been a big deal, yet it was. The thought that I may never see mother or Y/n again was almost too much to bear. Dark clouds began forming across the sky as droplets of rain began pelting the street and I quickly took cover under a nearby park bench. Just a cold, lost animal, trapped outside and too afraid to do anything about it.

Pathetic.

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 Y/n’s POV

The following morning I approached Heimdal, my cheeks stained with tears that even my maids couldn’t hide as they fluffed my pillows and dressed me, applying a gentle layer of makeup to try and hide the streaks the tears had left.

“Princess Y/n,” Heimdal greeted. It had become custom for the palace guards and associates to address me as Princess Y/n after Frigga had declared me her daughter, silently whispering to me that she hoped someday I would choose one of her sons and become her daughter officially.

“Heimdal,” I answered, looking out at the void of space. “Can you see him?”

“Yes, Princess.”

“Is he alright?”

Heimdal sighed, hands clutching his sword. “Would you like the truth, princess? Or would you prefer a comforting lie?”

“The truth, please,” I whispered.

“He’s not well, your highness. He’s currently under a bench as it rains upon Midgard. He met some locals but they didn’t seem too fond of him so he moved on.”

“H-he’s under a bench… in the rain?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Heimdal, if you were to… leave your post for say… a brief moment… what would happen?”

He smirked, turning to me ever so slightly. “I could be arrested for treason, miss.”

“If you knowingly aided my return to Loki, certainly… but turning a blind eye while I take matters into my own hands… surely you couldn’t be faulted for that?”

“Princess, I fear the king would have my head if you so much as breathed the same air as Midgard… or the fallen prince.”

“You understand that I love him… right?”

He nodded. “I’ve known for quite some time. Perhaps before you even knew yourself.”

“And I may never get the chance to tell him that.”

He turned to face me fully. “Really, my lady? Playing on a romantic’s emotions like this? Truly cruel of you, your highness,” he replied, chuckling softly.

“Five minutes, Heimdal. That’s all I’m asking for… please. The Allfather would never know.”

He sighed, turning his back to me, but leaving the sword in its place. “I shall never know either. Five minutes and I must return to my post.”

I hugged him tightly before quickly heading toward the sword and turning it in its place. I was quickly pulled through the bridge, collapsing on the outskirts of a small town. Rain was heavily pouring as I quickly made my way into town, searching for Loki.

A few steps ahead, your highness. Heimdal’s voice filled my head and I smiled softly, finding the park bench and Loki huddled underneath it. I quickly ran to him and he backed away, bumping his head on the bench as he curled away from me, hands up in surrender. I could see flex of blue tainting his fingers as small, raised ridges formed along his skin. 

“Loki, it’s me,” I murmured, moving behind the bench to his shivering form, taking his hands in mine.

“Y-Y/n?” His voice came out small and my heart clenched in my chest.

“I’m here, Loki. I’m here. C-can I hug you?”

He didn’t respond; he simply lunged forward, wrapping his arms around my neck, pressing his shivering body against mine. I conjured a small tent over us both before drying our clothes and materializing a blanket over his shoulders.

“You still have your magic?” he whispered as I gently pressed my lips to his hands, trying to warm them.

I nodded. “Odin has no idea I’m gone.”

“So you’ll be… returning then… to Asgard?” he murmured.

“I have no plans to leave you, Loki. Either Odin takes us both back or we stay here together. Either way I’m happy.”

He furrowed his brows. “H-How could you be happy here? Stuck on this planet… with me?”

I chuckled softly, cupping his face in my hands. “Anywhere that I’m stuck with you is a blessing, my prince.”

“Don’t say things like that, darling… not if you don’t mean them.”

“I mean them, Loki. I mean every word. I… I love you, Loki.”

His eyes widened as he searched my face, trying to find a hint of a lie in my features. When he found none he pressed his lips against mine, cautiously slipping his tongue inside my mouth.

“I want so badly to take you right here, my darling,” he murmured against my lips. “But I’m afraid I shall have to wait. A queen like you deserves to be bedded properly.”

My cheeks flushed as he cupped my face. Suddenly a light flashed around us and we were sent hurtling through space once again, returning to Asgard as the tent disintegrated around us. Heimdal and Odin stared down at us, a smile on both of their faces, confusing me deeply.

“I see you’ve finally found someone who can pull you back from your personal torment,” Odin said to Loki.

“The torment you put him through,” I hissed. Odin moved forward and I stood up, moving in front of Loki, staring Odin down as Loki stood behind me.

“I always feared that perhaps we would regret having taken you in.” He glanced between Loki and I. “It would appear today is not that day.”

My brows furrowed as he continued. “One more mishap and there will be no more second chances, Loki,” Odin hissed. “I’m choosing to believe that perhaps there are some redeeming qualities in you yet. Perhaps if Y/n can find the good in you… perhaps you can find it in yourself as well.”

Loki wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

Perhaps all would be alright.

[shutup-itsthewifeimagines]

WHY ME?//

Riven x fem! reader, Sky x fem! reader, (all platonic)

Warnings- drug misuse, underage drinking, language, violence, Bitchy Bloom

Plot- You are a specialist, you used to be best friends with Sky and Riven then Bloom came everything went to shit.

My life has been shit this year. Dowling left. Silva's in prison. Rosalind runs the school. Andreas- Sky's father is back from the dead. And it's all one person's fault. Bloom Peters.

I was walking to specialist training with Andreas when I saw him and Riven talking. I walked past them, ignoring them both as they glared at me. By the way Rosalind told everyone that I was 'helping' her. So now all my friends hate me and I'm being iced out. Since then Rosalind just ignores me. "Y/N Y/L/N Rosalind wants you" Andreas called after me, gaining my attention. "Why?" "Something to do with Silva's escape" the older specialist spoke. "What?" "Just go" the older man spoke, with that I walked up to her lovely office.

I was stood outside the door, I hesitated nocking when it opened. Rosalind stood there. "Come in child" she returned to her lovely seat. "Beatrix tells me you were the one who helped Saul Silva escape" the older woman said. "Wait What?" I asked confused my voice rising slightly. "You helped him eacape" her tone rising with each word. "I didn-" as I was trying to speak she flicked her wrist chocking me that's all I remeber everything else is missing. Today was the day of the banquet. I wa sat in my room smoking a blunt- a habit I picked up since everyone ghosted me. I stood up deciding what to wear I settled on a black dress with a deep v-neck and a large slit going up my left leg to halfway up my thigh, a sliver belt wrapped round my waist.

I walked downstairs seeing the winx suite split up and start mingling. I stood and watched before I joined someone staring at me from afar. Sky. I just ignored him and walked around until something grabbed my arm pulling me into a wall. "You are going to the V.I.P banquet." Rosalind said. "Yes ofc" I spoke sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and walked away. When it came for the banquet I was sat next to Andreas and Arthur. Lovely. Sky and Arthur started bickering when I walked away to stand outside. I took out a blunt and began smoking. "You know this isn't your smartest idea Y/L/N" I heard a familiar voice say from behind me. Sky. "You do know your speaking to the most hated girl at Alfea right Sky" I said trying to ignore him. "What happened Y/n/n?" He asked. "Shit Sky. Shit." With that he walked away. I took put my flask and gulped it all down. After a while it turned dark I went behind the gate, as I was sitting down I noticed something sat down. "Beatrix?" I said. "What do you want?" The red-head spoke harshly. "Sheesh all I wanted was to smoke." I said sitting down. We just sat in silence until something started pulling at our feet within seconds we were being dragged away by scrappers. I screamed but nothing worked I was dragged through the forest. When I came to I noticed that Beatrix wasn't there I was at the bottom of some stairs. I screamed and screamed but no-one heard I was there all alone.

SKY POV:

After my conversation with Y/n I haven't seen her or even Beatrix for that matter. I went to her old room the bed was made. Where did Y/n go? Where is she? "Where's Y/n and Beatrix?" I asked my father. He walked away "Where are they Andreas?" I said a bit more loud. "None of your business Sky" With that he walked away.

It has been two days since they went missing we went a pub. Tonight was all about letting loose well atleast till the girls went to the bathroom and I git a call from Stella.

Stella☆

Beatrix sent me a message of where she is please go find her Sky. She's at the old lodge past the barrier.

Me

Me and Riven are on the way

With that I hung up. I got Riven and we got changed into our uniforms. As we were about to go Bloom and the girls came out.

When we got there Riven and Musa were whispering about something when we walked in. "There she is" I whispered to Riven pointing at Beatrix. He nodded when something fell Musa shouted. "Musa run" Riven shouted at her grabbing his sword. An arrow shot at us. Andreas? Riven grabbed Beatrix and ran. Silva appeared and started fighting Andreas. My father vs. My adoptive father. Silva was pinned up against the wall with Andreas' arm against his throat. Andreas snapped out of it. "Do what you have to do" he said. With that he got out his sword aiming to kill Silva when I stabbed him he fell to the floor. I walked out when it went up in flames. Silva right behind me with my father against his arms. Riven had Musa in his. I heard a familiar scream. Me and Riven looked at each other he put Musa down. We tried to go back in but Silva held us back.

Her screams filled the air until it all stopped. We broke free and ran in to see her on the floor crying. Her arms wrapped around her knees her head looking down. I heard her mumbling things.

Y/N POV:

I heard rustle upstairs I tried to move but chains held my feet down. The door opened Musa? "Help" my wrasp voice said she ignored me as scrapers clawed against the door she opened it and walked out. What the fuck? Flames enveloped the house. When they started clawing in on me I screamed but no-one came. No-one would care if I died. I pulled my knees in and wrapped my arms around them crying mumbling "Why me" over and over again when I felt someone's presence. They grabbed my arms causing me to flinch and move away. "Y/n it's okay were here" they said I tried backing away into a corner to try and stop hallucinating. The chains held deeper onto my ankles causing me to whimper. I looked up seeing Sky and Riven looking concerned at me. I started to cry.

Riven took out his sword and swung ut at me to cut of the chains. They lifted me up "cmon Y/n" Sky said. We walked back to the courtyard my arms wrapped around their necks limping. When we finally got there Bloom was glaring at me, Sky pulled away and walked off. Riven helped me to a wall and walked off. They literally saved me and walked off, no-one cares about me anymore. I got to my room, I didn't have any suitemates, as soon as I got there I fell on the floor with a thud, I had a cut going up my stomach, then I froze I couldn't move the pain started swallowing me whole. I reached over to my phone. I tried calling Sky- no answer, Riven- no answerI tried them a few more times till the world went black.

SKY POV:

I walked off leaving Y/n with Riven. I noticed Bloom staring, so I walked over to her going to hug her. "Hey what's wrong?"She said concerned. "My dad's dead Silva's bringing him back later" I said. "What's wrong with ger I thought you were only getting Beatrix" Bloom said rather annoyed. "She was hurt and taken-" I said but was cut off by my phone ringing. It was Y/n, Bloom took it out off my hands and hung up. "What the hell Bloom?" "We were talking" She replied annoyed by my question. I just walked back to my room to see Riven smoking. "I just got a call from Y/n" I said. "Hmm ....weird ...I did.. too, she's probably.. bored." Riven said letting out puffs of smoke in-between words.

It had been half a day since the while Y/n drama, Bloom is annoyed that I walked away and about Y/n calling me. I hadn't seen Y/n since. "Riv have you seen Y/n?" He started signaling to shut up but the door opened. "Seriously Sky, you're look for her" Bloom said commming out of the bathroom. She walked out the room. "I told you to shut up" Riven said.

BLOOM POV:

After I left I went straight to Y/n's room, I broke down the door. She was lying on the ground rolling around on the floor in pain. Fire bursted out from my hands I touched her leg burning it. Water pure over her Aisha. "What the fuck Bloom?" The girls said angrily comming in. "I I-I don't know, I post control." I said sad. Thed oor opened. "Y/n are you o-" Sky said being cut off from the sight. "What the hell happened" Riven said comming from behind him. Riven ran over to her picking her up. "What the hell Bloom" Sky shouted at me.

Y/N POV:

I heard noise as I was rolling on the floor. Then fire came onto my leg. "Ahhh" I screamed louder. Then I heard shouting, two arms lifted me up, I leaned into the chest. "Sssh ssh it's going to be ok" Riven spoke softly. "Help, I need help" he said shouting into the greenhouse. He placed me down onto a table, Professor Harvey cane running out, and started to lift up my shirt he put some kind of cream on it. And healed my leg, Riven stayed there stroking my hair when the door burst open. "Is she okay?" Sky said concerned for me. "Aww Sky isn't as cold as hus bitch of a girlfriend" I said smiling wincing in pain. Riven grabbed onto one hand whilst, Sky grabbed the other smoothing their thumbs over my nuckles. "You should have told us" Riven said. "How am I meant to ex-" I was cut off by Rosalind slamming open the door. "You stupid bitch, I told you to be quiet and not to scream for help" She said shouting before she noticed Sky and Riven. "You two out" She said slightly calmer. They hesitated until she zapped me. "No" They both said. She kept torturing me with my old friends just staring at me in shock until it was over they ran over and started stroking my hair. "Why me" I cried. "Hey hey its going to be okay" Sky said soothingly. I just nodded. Until...

A pain shot through my stomach. "Aaaah" I started squirming around in pain, until it all went black.

SKY POV:

She screamed out in pain, I gave Riven a concerned look. Her body started to squirm around in pain. Until it stopped. "Shit- Wake up Y/n/n" I started telling her, Riven ran to get help them she took a breath in and blew it put slowly, she wouldn't breath I started cpr. "Don't die on me now" I kept repeating until Riven and Harvey ran in. "How minutes has she been down?" Harvey said concerned. "5 why?" Riven said. "Sky stop, she's dead" Harvey told me. "What!" I shouted. Silva ran in. "What happened" he said to Harvey. "She's dead he needs to stop" Harvey said sighing. "Sky get off of her" Silva ordered. "That's an order" he said more sternly till he pulled me away. "NO she can't be dead she cant" Me and Riven said.

Sky and Riven never got to apologise. Well they thought that, until she took a deep breath in.

[jmagnabo92]

HJP Week 6 - Brunchy Confessions

@harryjamespotterweek

Harry worries about telling the Weasleys that he and George are an item at their weekly brunch.

AO3

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Harry’s a bit nervous as he gets ready for brunch with the Weasleys.  While he often had brunch with the Weasleys, and the awkwardness of his dating and breaking up with Ginny has passed, this brunch was different.  

Because he was going to be announcing that he and George have gotten together.  

What if they reacted badly?  

After all, it isn’t like Ginny had taken the breakup well, and neither had Ron.  Just because things were back on normal terms didn’t mean that they would be accepting of the situation with him and George.  Especially because even though they’ve been together for three months that didn’t exactly predict forever.  

What if he broke George’s heart, too?

He’s not sure that he could handle losing the Weasleys after all of this time, and he’s sure if he messed up with another Weasley that they’d ban him from ever stepping foot in the Burrow, again.

“Relax, Harry,” George says, coming up behind him and hugging him around the waist.  “They’re going to be okay with it.”

“You don’t know that,” Harry states.

“They love you,” George states.   “You’ve been a part of our family since we met the scrawny git lost on the train platform.  It’s going to be fine.”

Harry turns around to face him, wrapping his arms around his neck.  “Did you forget that it took months for Ron to forgive me for Ginny?  That Ginny wouldn’t even look at me after the war when I told her that I needed time?”

“No,” George states.  “But it’s been a decade – surely, you realize that things are different now.  Ron’s realized that Hogwarts love usually doesn’t last forever, and he’s happy with Lavender, but that only happened years after they were both adults in the real world.  Ginny, too, has managed to find a connection with one of her teammates, and isn’t pinning for you anymore.  Plus, didn’t she tell you last Christmas that she didn’t want you to hold yourself back from dating anyone just because of her?  That you deserved happiness, too?”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t think she included her brother in that,” Harry states, worriedly.  “What if they’re grossed out that I was with her and now I’m with you?”

“Have you met Purebloods?” George asks, jokingly.  “There’s not a lot about dating anyone that people would find weird.  I mean, I could probably date Fred and people wouldn’t blink an eye.”

“You’ve thought about dating a corpse?”

George gives him a look.  “Of course not, I meant if we were both still alive, I could probably get away with dating him if I wanted – it just so happens that he’s not my type.”

“Oh yeah?  And who is your type?”

“You – you dunce,” George says, giving him a kiss.  “Now, come on – we’re going to be late.”

Harry takes a deep breath and sighs.  “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

“It’s going to be fun; you’ll see.”

“Sure, I will.”

***

Despite George’s assurances, when the dessert comes out and he says, “Lovely, brunch, mum.  Now, there’s something that I want to share with you all.”

Harry can’t help looking over at him like ‘like this, really?’ which George ignores.  

“I know this may come as a shock to all of you, but I’ve been seeing someone –”

“Yeah, Harry,” Ron states, cutting across him.  

“Old news, bro,” Ginny adds. 

George looks as shocked as Harry feels as they both look around the table at the other Weasleys present for lunch – none of them look surprised.  

“Wait, you know?” Harry questions.  

“Well, yeah,” Ginny says as if it should’ve been obvious.  “I mean – we’ve known something was brewing for a while, but I figured that after everything, you’d be a little more cautious.  Why do you think I told you at Christmas to go be with whoever you wanted?”

Harry opens and closes his mouth several times, still very confused.  

George, meanwhile, is smiling.  “I told you that it would be alright.”

“I – I just… I don’t understand.”

Both Ron and Ginny are laughing at his confusion, so Bill explains.  “The two of you have been giving each other interested looks for the last year.  Plus, you’ve been helping out at the shop and spending a lot of time together… it was only a matter of time before you got together.”

“But after what happened with Ginny, we figured that was holding you back,” Charlie states.  “So, Bill and I figured that we could talk to Gin about it, and low and behold, she was already trying to figure out how to tell you to go for it and stop worrying about the past.”

“Which I eventually did, and then, it was just a bet to see how long it took for you two to get together and then come out so-to-speak,” Ginny states.  

“And I win!” Ron says, smiling.  “With both – you two got together not even a week after Ginny told you to go for it with whoever and you came out at Brunch right before George’s birthday.  I figured that he wouldn’t want to be denied his birthday affections from his boyfriend, hence coming out today.”

Harry can’t help laughing.  “I can’t believe this – you were betting on us?”

“Why, yes, we were,” Charlie says, handing Ron two galleons.  “In fact, I think we were all contemplating a little cheating to win – you couldn’t have done it two weeks ago?  I thought you were so close…”

George laughs.  “Harry’s just been a little nervous but agreed to today because of my birthday coming up in a week.”

“Well, for the record, you didn’t have to be nervous,” Arthur offers.  “We just want our children – which includes you – to be happy, Harry.”

“Yes, exactly,” Molly states, grinning gleefully.  “And we can see just how happy you two are together, so we’re more than happy to support you both.”

Harry smiles.  “Thank you, everyone.  That takes a load off my mind.”

George smiles and brings his hand to his lips to kiss it.  “See, brunch was the answer.”

Harry hums.  “Definitely was.”

[yenasmatik]

A good way to have the last word

Marcus Flint, Oliver Wood, Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall. Contains: a good Slytherin slytherining. Not enough Quidditch, and a very unhappy Oliver.

"You know," Flint said, waving yet another another derogation letter to claim Gryffindor's pitch hours, courtesy of Snape, "one has to wonder how you got so selfish, Wood. It's like you never learnt to share your toys. Aren't you supposed to have a sister?" It was getting late, and the sun was setting behind the western stands. The letter in front of Oliver's nose was barely legible, though he had little doubt as to its authenticity. He was the only one still on the pitch at this hour - Flint wasn't stupid enough to talk like this in front of the whole Gryffindor team. Oliver grabbed him by the collar. "You leave my sister out of your games, Flint-" (He should have clued in, really, when his hands landed on the wanker so easily. Flint had amazing reflexes for someone his size, and precisely zero qualms about avoiding fights that wouldn't gain him anything.) "- or I swear to Merlin I will bloody kill you." Oliver raised his fist. Not even to hit, yet, just to make his point clear. He didn't expect Flint to be all that impressed; as a chaser, the Slytherin captain was used to two balls of lead that could shatter bones when they landed. To Oliver's utter confusion, Flint recoiled. Raised one of his giant paws, palm open, and squeaked like some grotesque parody of a scared little girl.

That was when he noticed the rustling of robes and boots stomping on the grass behind him. "Wood!" screamed professor McGonagall. "What do you think you're doing?!" Oliver gasped. On the other side of Flint's mitt, between the spread fingers, he could see the git smooth away a smug grin.

"Unhand Mr Flint at once," ordered professor McGonagall as she reached the both of them. Oliver backed away, glaring daggers at Flint, and turned to face his head of house. "Professor, he started it!" Someone cleared their throat behind professor McGonagall, and Flint carefully sidestepped Oliver, his arm still half-raised in front of his body, to join them. "By attempting to protect himself from your fists, or by being intimidated by your threats, Mr Wood? Five points from Gryffindor for lying." Oliver turned just in time to see Flint slide behind the Slytherin head of house, shoulders hunched and head lowered demurely. The troll was almost a full head taller than Snape, and twice as large at the shoulders, which made the whole scene completely ridiculous even with Flint's best poker face. Not that it would matter in any way. Oliver knew where reason lay, and stepped towards professor McGonagall. "He was insulting me, professor," he pleaded. "And he's claiming half the pitch during our hours again!" Flint scoffed, and promptly covered it by faking a cough. The two professors paid him little mind; Snape because he would let Flint get away with anything short of murder as long as it got him another trophy, and professor McGonagall because she was busy glaring at the letter in Flint's hand and at Snape himself in short turns.

"I'm sorry, professor," Flint said, shocking both Oliver and his head of house once they realised the Slytherin captain was addressing her instead of Snape. "I need to move our training times to adjust for Perry and Cassius' remedial lessons. Lyndon McNair can only make time in the morning on Mondays and Thursdays, and they're too exhausted for tutoring just after practice."

Professor McGonagall visibly mellowed out at Flint's sob story, leaving Oliver stuttering in indignation, too upset to figure out proper words. "Well, I'm glad someone takes those two's issues with Transfiguration seriously, Mr Flint," she answered, in a tone of carefully measured approval. "And so Mr Wood saw fit to start a fist fight over your adjustment of time tables?" asked Snape, because Merlin forbid the slimy old bat let go of an excuse to make Oliver's life miserable. Professor McGonagall gave Oliver a long, stern, terribly disappointed look. "Really, Wood, this behavior is unfit for the captain of our team. You should know to set a better example-"

Flint cleared his throat. Loudly. And hunched even worse, so that his face was properly hidden behind Snape as professor McGonagall turned to frown at him. "I, ah, it's true that I was a bit rude, professor," Flint said, in a tone Oliver would have called genuinely contrite on anyone but a Slytherin. "Scheduling the whole thing has been difficult, and I still need to figure out remedial help for myself, so I haven't shown the most patience. I'm sorry, it wasn't truly Wood's fault."

There was a pause, as everyone digested the fact that Marcus Flint had apologized twice in less than five minutes and come to Oliver's defense in front of Snape. Professor McGonagall glanced at Snape, then at Flint, then back at Snape again. "While this is… understandable, and I must admit I appreciate the display of maturity on your part Mr Flint, you should have both handled this better. You two are too old to be arguing like this." Flint's head popped back above Snape's as he nodded, the perfect picture of a chastised first year. Oliver was too shocked to react on time, and got another disappointed look from his head of house. "Surely you wouldn't mind sharing one of Slytherin's pitch times with Gryffindor, or swapping it, to make it up to Mr Wood?" professor McGonagall added. Flint shrugged. "Not at all, professor."

Oliver couldn't believe his ears.

"Then hopefully we can consider this matter settled, Severus?" professor McGonagall asked. Snape nodded with a blank expression, though a few twitches of annoyance crossed his lips and eyebrows. Oliver half-expected him to re-rail the conversation to safer terrain, like taking points from Gryffindor for threatening his precious cheating lying brute of a captain, but nothing more came from here. "Boys," professor Mcgonagall announced, "we came here to talk to the both of you about the safety measures you'll have to set for your teams. No one is to walk between the pitch and the castle on their own. You are to escort all your underclassmen back to the common room, only then will you be relieved of your responsibilities as captains. Cut practices a bit shorter if you have to. Understood?" Flint hummed placidly in agreement. Oliver took two full seconds to digest the shift in conversation, before catching up to the terrible, terrible implications of that last bit. "But professor, our common room is far from the entrance, and it's a detour from our classes or the great hall, we'd lose at least fifteen minutes, and-" Professor McGonagall clapped her hands, her eyebrows drawn lower than Oliver had ever seen them in his personal direction. "Not another word, Mr Wood! These precautions have been chosen to protect our students. Surely you can see the value in your players' continued good health?" Snape was smirking, following each of their gestures like an ugly, greasy black cat, ready to pounce on a mouse stupid enough to give him an opening. Oliver was not about to be that mouse, he told himself firmly. "Yes professor," he grumbled.

Professor McGonagall nodded, once, sharp, and tightened her green tartan cloak around her frame. "Now, if I can trust the two of you to behave yourselves," and here she sent a very pointed glare in Oliver's direction, "it is getting late. Professor Snape and myself shall be heading back to the castle, and I suggest you do the same." Oliver's eyes glided hopelessly over the goals and his broom, still hovering docile a few feet away. He sighed, and began to untie his gloves.

Flint, meanwhile, walked towards the exit after both heads of house. "Professor?" he asked, still in that polite, chastised tone. "I've been meaning to ask you, do you think I could take one more make-up essay? I know you said it would be the last one and you'd rather I took extra classes in the future, but it's really hard fitting them in my schedule right now, and I really need to catch up early before NEWT revisions…" Professor McGonagall stopped to look at Flint, with the familiar sharp focus that made Gryffindor students whisper about mind reading secretly being a part of advanced transfiguration magics. "Far be it from me to discourage you from your newfound dedication to your responsibilities, Mr Flint. You may come to my office tomorrow for that essay." Something shifted in Flint's shoulders. He seemed to grow a couple inches in an instant, and his posture melted into something closer to his usual confident lounging about. "Thanks, professor. I will." Professor McGonagall raised a pointed eyebrow, but she took Flint's cheerful politeness without comment on the change in attitude. After one last nod, she turned back toward the castle and picked up her pace to catch up with Snape.

Flint lingered. He turned towards Oliver, revealing a large grin full of crooked teeth. With slow, deliberate exaggeration, he mouthed: THANKS, LOSER. And he trotted towards the castle, as Oliver hissed and spat and almost let his gloves fall into the mud in frustration.

[the-silence-never-speaks]

My second fic y'all. Wrote it in an hour. Please excuse if any punctuation mistakes are present.

IDK how many word. An/ also Romione set in Deathly hollows.

Perfect

It was the night of Bill and Fleur's wedding. She walked into the tent looking like an angel. Hermione.That's when he knew he was done for. He knew it was ridiculous to be thinking about angels when they could be attacked at any second. The way her brown curls framed her face and the way she smiled made him forget about Horcruxes or the war though. Her dress is what made her look like a real angel though, ethereal and beautiful. As the night when on, though, other men seemed to think she was looked like an angel as well. Especially Viktor Krum. Ron's mind went blank when he saw them dancing. Without realizing it, he ended up close. enough to hear their voices.

"You look very beautiful tonight, Her-my-own," said Krum.

"Thank you, Viktor," Hermione's cheeks were turning red. She wasn't used to compliments like that. She usually only got compliments on her intelligence.

Before they could continue though, Ron interrupted.

"Hermione, can I talk to you for a second?"

She looked confused, but bade Viktor goodbye and followed Ron. He didn't know why he was going outside of the tent, but his legs were moving of their own accord. Instead, his mind was focused on their hands. He had grabbed Hermione's hand on instinct, and she folded her hand within his. His stomach did a flip. 17 years old, but a girl holding my hand makes me get bloody butterflies, he thought. They stopped a little way from the tent. He realized that she was looking at him expectantly. He remembered he had asked to talk to her. He racked his brain, trying to think of something to say, but he drew a blank.

"Ron, what did you want to talk about? Are you okay?" Hermione's face showed that she was worried now.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just thought that maybe—do you want to dance?" He suddenly blurted out.

Hermione looked shocked. Great, he thought, now I've really messed it up. To his surprise though, Hermione moved closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her face had softened and she looked happy. The music from the party had turned slow.

"I thought you'd never ask," she smiled.

That smile took him back to when they were kids. All the times they had fought and yet he still had ended up falling for her, hard. He never thought that he would fall for someone so young, but he had. Her arms tightening around his neck brought him back to the present. She had moved closer and he had wrapped his arms around her waist. It comforted him, knowing that she was there. It gave him hope about the war, about fighting against all odds. He looked into her eyes. He didn't want to risk losing her, like he had almost done countless times, by being a bloody git. He knew she was the woman he needed and wanted in life. He knew that he wanted to be with her forever, to build a life with her. He felt that he didn't deserve her, but the way she leaned into him and continue to hug him tighter let him know that she felt differently.

The music had turned to an upbeat tempo again. The guests had become louder once more.

"You look perfect. You are perfect," he whispered.

He thought she didn't hear him. There was no way she could over the sound of the celebration, but she suddenly pulled away. She looked at him for a minute, maybe longer. He couldn't remember because at that moment he felt her lips on his. It was gentle and it poured all her love towards him. He got over his shock and kissed her back. It was sweet and slow, it was everything they both had wanted since their fourth year. One hand cupped her cheek, and the other went into her hair. Her hands reached up to touch the nape of his neck. He felt her shiver and chills went down his own spine. It wasn't even cold, he wasn't even cold. She warmed his heart. She warmed his entire being. Everything about the war, every stupid thing he had ever done, faded out of his mind. Right now, in this moment with this perfect angel, he was content.

[rons-wheezely]

224 || G.W.

George Weasley x Reader, Soulmate AU

Genre: Fluff, humor

Summary: Each soulmate pair receives a special number to them, and them only, on the day they’re born into this world. The placement on the body can vary, so people usually keep to themselves unless they fancy someone or it’s displayed somewhere public. How do you go around explaining to your best friend that he’s the one?

A/N: i have been so inactive, I’m so sorry rip I am going to try to post a fic here and there, but I’m still a student doing student things... This blog recently turned 2 years old, and has reached about 300 followers, so thank you so much for those of you who have found me in the piles of other wonderful works :) I love you all from the bottom of my heart.

--x--

“Oh, do forgive me, Georgie,” you playfully shove him out of the way. He stumbles away from the shelf containing the last package of Fizzing Whizbees in time for you to snatch it into your hands. You hear him chuckle as he regains his balance behind you. It’s suffocatingly crowded with fellow students in Honeydukes, so he leans in close so you can hear him. 

His warm breath comes close to your ear, saying with a soft laugh,” At least share, alright?”

You tapped your chin thoughtfully as the smile plastered on your face turned into a smirk. You make your way to the cashier with George close behind. The candy in the box shake in your hands, and the decorative ring you’re wearing on your middle finger glimmers in the shop’s light. You call over your shoulder,” If you win the next match against Slytherin, I might.” 

This statement alone had George fist pump the air in satisfaction. Even if he lost, you would most likely share it anyways –– to cheer him up, of course. You two have been best friends since your first year when you cleverly evaded one of the twins’ pranks. It was a lucky guess, but the outcome left Fred and George tangled in a mess of burping up slugs for three hours. It was an easy friendship after that, other than the secret feelings you harbored for George, that is. 

Soon enough, the match came and the sight was an absolutely thrilling one. You watch as each player flies by, and each time the wind sweeps your hair in every direction. Fred and George are on a spectacular streak, and they never once miss the bludger. Thankfully you had a pair of binoculars and Lee Jordan’s commentary; the team was so small in the air that it was hard to tell what was happening.

Harry Potter was no doubt going to catch the snitch, and here he comes now swooping in underneath his teammates. He’s almost flat against his broomstick, urging it to go faster before Malfoy could get to the fluttering golden speck. All eyes are on Potter, and the boy is mere inches away. Just as his nimble fingers wrap around the snitch, another Gryffindor teammate drops from the air.

You can hear the subtle gasps from a few in the crowd who noticed. The Gryffindor team were too enraptured with Harry’s catch to notice that one of them was dropping ten, twenty, thirty meters to the ground. “George!” You cried.

As if sending a telepathic message to the other twin, though it is most likely he heard you yell as clear as day, Fred swoops down to save his brother from impact. You notice now that you're standing on your feet and leaning on the railing that separates you from your best friends on the field. You watch on in horror as Fred barely makes it in time. The breath you didn’t know you were holding finally escapes you, and your surroundings come back all at once. 

You hear the deafening silence and the sound of the wind blowing by. No one moves as they watch Fred land on the ground with George. It was Lee who ended the tension,” And with that, Gryffindor earns 130 points and has won the match…” 

All at once, everyone in the stands scrambles to get out. Elated with Harry’s catch and the twins’ safety, the student body goes their separate ways. You follow them as well and weave your way through the crowd to get to Fred and George. Panic fills your lungs, and every fiber in your body screams to make sure they’re okay.

“Fred!” You call out,” Are you two alright?”

“Yeah, no harm done to me,” he sighs,” –– Other than this git. A bludger whacked him straight on the side and he passed out on his ride down.” 

“It looks like it hurts… but it’s nothing Madame Pomfrey can’t handle, right?” You wince. You try to convince yourself that George is just sleeping a very deep, restful sleep.

“I reckon he’ll be fine, y/n.” Fred winks your way with a sly grin. “Visit him lots, yeah?”

Madame Pomfrey refused to let anyone in until she was done running some tests. When she finally let you visit, you rushed to sit next to George’s bedside. He stirred at your frantic movements and opened an eye to see you. “It’s not that bad is it?” He chuckles.

“She said that you’ve broken a few ribs, but you’ll be alright.” You smile. 

George sits up slowly, pretending to be in agonizing pain. You worry for a bit and reach out to him on instinct, but he laughs and tells you he’s okay. His torso is wrapped entirely with gauze over his clothes, and there are a few bandages wrapped around his forearms as well. Pomfrey had drawn a blanket over George earlier, so the white sheet still covered the lower half of his body. A moment goes by, and you hear a soft wheeze leaving George’s lips. “You don’t suppose my soulmate is into beaten up ginger-heads, do you?”

“Well,” you mull over your words. Pretending to take his question seriously, you answer,” they would have if you were Fred..” You laugh a little as you catch the glint in his eyes –– the mischievous one you had grown to love. 

“Oh, if only I looked exactly like that bloke.” He jokes. His head falls a little forward as he laughs. His gaze is drawn to his lap, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that he looked like those shy love interests in romantic muggle films. 

You notice that his fiery hair is covering his eyes, and your body compels you to get another glimpse of that wonderful boy’s face. Ever so gently, you reach your hand out and tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. When your fingers curve around the back of his ear, you notice a few dark marks of what looks like a tattoo. Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion. You go to move more of his hair out of the way, but he turns his eyes to you. 

“Are you getting handsy with me y/n? Tryin’ to make a move, are you?” He smiles, but there is a small panic in his eyes as they frantically search yours. “You could’ve just asked me out, you know.”

“Is that your soulmate mark?” You ask.

“Maybe.”

“Well,” you huff playfully,” I might be able to tell you who your soulmate is. I might cry if your soulmate is Madame Pomfrey, though.”

“Is that a bad thing?” He asks, a playful tone in his voice.

"Georgie, please don’t tell me you have a thing for milfs.”

It takes everything in him to hold back his laughter. George pulls his hair back to reveal the numbers 224 etched behind his left ear. Your breath catches in your throat, but you try to hide your very obvious shock. 224 was a number you knew too well, and seeing that number reflected on your best friend’s skin meant that your deepest feelings were true. It’s okay to be in love with George because now... now there is chance he feels the same way.

Your mark is tattooed on the band of your middle finger, which is usually covered up by jewelry. You fidget with your rings nervously, trying to ground yourself all the while. George doesn’t pay too much attention to it when he says,“Fred has his numbers on his right ear. I might be the right-hand man, but he’s lucky enough to be the right-ear man.”

You laugh at his really bad pun,” Really? Out of all of the ear jokes, you chose that one?” 

“It made you laugh, didn’t it?” He nudges you with his shoulder, and you can’t help but giggle some more.

“Would you like to hear a fun fact?” You ask. You gulp down all of the fear that has started to swallow you whole. You are George’s soulmate. The idea buzzes in your head along with a million other thoughts. George nods for you to continue, and you fight the panicked urge to scream. “...In the muggle world, they have such advanced technology.”

“Yeah, dad would know––” George interjects for a second.

“The numbers 224 actually hold a meaning to them. It’s something like a code–– it’s related to their fancy devices I think? Anyways,” you take a deep breath. You remember vividly the details your friend went to great lengths explaining to you. 

“Your number is all kinds of special, y/n!” Mae beams at you. Her eyes twinkle in an amusing manner as she tries to prove herself. A soft thud could be heard when her hands meet with the common room table, and she quickly jumps to her feet. “Imagine, having such a fantastic number as that!” She exclaims with awe.

“I don’t understand?” You bemusedly remark. Why would numbers hold more meanings beyond your standard soulmate reason?

“My brother loves binary code, a certain muggle science,” she explains,” and he told me a few meanings. One of them being yours! Now, if only fate would tell us who your soulmate was...”

If Mae were in this room, she would be bursting at the seams from pure glee. You look into George’s eyes and say,” ...the numbers actually mean something along the lines of ‘Today, Tomorrow, Forever.’ It has to do with the bond you and your soulmate have together.“

He blinks once or twice before breaking out into a grin,” Okay, can you say it again but,” he emphasizes,” simpler, maybe?

“––it means that your soulmate will love an accident-prone idiot like you forever and always,” You joke halfheartedly.

The familiar gleaming smile he wore after a successful prank creeps up onto his face: one of self satisfaction and deserving of many awards based on looks alone. His smile is much gentler and you almost miss it, but a blush tints the very tips of his cheeks. “Oh? wait ‘till dad finds out that numbers have meanings to muggles. How’d you know all of this anyway?”

“Oh, it’s just something my friend talked to me about.” You dismiss his questioning gaze and clear your throat. Every second that passes makes you more and more anxious being around George, simply just by knowing you two are soulmates. It’s a dream come true, sure. But how do you go around explaining to your best friend that he’s the one?

“Are you alright, y/n?” George asks. “You seem real fidgety. Do you need to go somewhere?”

“Oh–– no, it just that,” you gulp. “Well.. I think left the Fizzing Whizbees back in my dorm room.” You lie. You know it’s in your bag with your other belongings, safely tucked away for later consumption. “Post-game snacks are essential, and I did make a promise.”

“Are you sure you left it there? I thought I saw it in your bag...” He leans over to find your bag, and sure enough, he pulls out the box of candy.

“Oh.” You look at him. There’s an awkward pause before he clears his throat.

“You’ve really got to get yourself together mate–– looks like Nearly Headless Nick showed you his neck hole again or something.” George jokes to lighten the mood, but he’s right. The longer you sit there and stare at him, the more you either want to slam your lips against his or vomit profusely. You feel pale and sickly; just enough to feel the twists and turns of your stomach. Is this what having butterflies feel like? He opens the bag of candy and offers you some.

You share the box of whizbees with him, taking one out and popping them into your mouth. It fizzes and jolts a little as the sweet taste melts on your tongue. “I think maybe Fred slipped something to me earlier,” you avert your gaze,” I’m not sure.”

“Yeah, sounds like Fred.” George grabs your hand and looks you in the eyes. He’s rubbing soothing circles on your hands, and it does seem to relax some of your nerves. He looks at you softly and gently, and all at once, your anxiety starts to melt away in his presence. You almost forget why you’re so worried in the first place. “You know I’m not going anywhere. If you have to take a massive shit, I’ll wait for you.” He says as he pats your hand reassuringly.

You erupt into laughter and shove him away. “And here I thought we were having a moment.”

“Nothing says true love like bowl movements, darling.”

As the laughter dies down, the somber feeling in your gut returns. It’s now or never, right? “George, I think I need to tell you something. I—“

Fred bursts into the door with Lee following shortly behind. “There’s my favorite twin!” He beams. He gets a disapproving look from Madame Pomfrey peering around the corner from her office. Fred doesn’t pay much attention, choosing to walk past her with barely a glance over his shoulder. George rolls his eyes as Fred happily trots over, spilling some liquid from two mugs in his hands. “—had to have Lee help sneak these in for the party, which you lot are missing out on.” He hands you a mug of butter beer and George, the other.

You decide to drop the subject even after George was free from the hospital bed. It’s a few weeks since then, and school has made you push those thoughts of pesky soulmates and true love aside. Of course, George kept looking at you funny, waiting for you to bring it up again. To his dismay, you didn’t.

“Alright everyone, class is dismissed.” Professor Sprout announces as she busies herself in setting up plants for the next day. It’s the last class of the day, and you couldn’t be happier. Repotting plants was hard work, and you were sweaty enough as it is. Beads of sweat dripped down the side of your face, and as much as you hated it, it did make for good eye candy across the room — namely George, although there’s a lot of dirt smudged onto his face too.

He’s cleaning up rather quickly so you call out to him,” Can you grab my rings, Georgie? They’re over there by my bag.” You had to remove jewelry in order to “safely handle” the creatures and wear proper gloves. Those of which you hastily pull off to wash your hands. The suds come and go as you lather and rinse away in the sink.

“Today, tomorrow, forever eh?” George’s deep voice rumbles in your ear. You jump a little at the sudden scare. “I think I like the sound of that, don’t you?”

You turn your head a little to the side and come very close to George’s face. You can feel his breath fanning on your skin, and his nose is just barely touching yours. You fear that if you blink, the sight in front of you will vanish. Every freckle that glitters his skin is so close you could count them like the stars and draw constellations between them if you wanted to. It’s absolutely breathtaking. Your body feels like it’s on a cloud— so feather light and airy— as he smiles at you. Your throat is dry; your tongue struggles to keep up with your thoughts. “...what?” You choke out. You cover your hands on impulse, but you know it’s too late.

“It means you’re stuck with me forever, y/n.” He grins. “Soulmate magic is no joke, you know.” He hands you your rings and walks beside you out of the greenhouse. You slip the rings on to your middle finger where it’s always resided, deciding to fidget with it a little.

Nothing should be different. You’re walking with George in the hallways like you always do, your hair is no different than yesterday, and class was the same as an other day. And yet your heart is beating faster and the sun seems to shine brighter. The grass is greener and the lake bluer than it was this morning. Words remain unspoken, but the truth is there. His fingers are interlocked with yours. 224.

[inkandpen22]

Chaotic as The Sea (3/?)

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3k Warning: swearing, violence Part Summary: The Black Pearl arrives in Bimini and as any adventure with Jack Sparrow, there’s chaos

Masterlist

Two days later... 

Will

We arrive at Bimini as the sun begins to set. Y/N and Barbosa argue that we should wait until sunrise to explore the island. I argue that we can't waste another minute without trying to rescue Elizabeth. Jack, to my surprise, agrees that we shouldn't wait. Though, I think his reasoning is because he wants to see the fountain. 

Barbosa, Jack, Gibbs, Ragetti, Pintel, Y/N, and I all hop off the boat to explore the island. Gibbs, Will, and Pintel all carry long torches for us as the only sources of light. 

"Okay, so I know the general direction, but unless you feel like risking the chance of getting lost, which I don't, I suggest we use the compass," Y/N announces. 

"I thought you were certain of the fountain's location," Barbosa remarks a tad agitated. 

"Every tree and speck of white sand look exactly the same. Next trip, I'll drop your ass in a jungle in the middle of the night and tell you to find your way out!" She snaps. 

"Okay, well then let's use the compass." Ragetti takes the compass of Jack's belt and hands it to Y/N. 

The device begins to spin in her hand and Ragetti peeks over her shoulder. Jack quietly moves to stand beside her, wishing to catch a glimpse of himself. 

Abruptly, Y/N shuts the compass and frantically tries to get rid of it. "Oh uh, no it's okay, Jack can take it." She tosses it to him. 

"Me?" He looks at her wide-eyed and panicky. "No, give it to Will! He wants to find the bloody place." He tosses it to me. 

"What's wrong with you two?" Barbosa yells in frustration. 

"The compass doesn't work for them," I state. 

"Seriously!" Y/N huffs. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Barbosa questions. 

"When Jack holds it the arrow points to Y/N," I explain pointing between them. 

"Who told you that!" Jack questions. 

Then, Jack and Y/N both glare at Gibbs. "Gibbs!" They bark in unison. 

The older man holds up his hands in surrender. 

"Well, why can't Y/N do it?" Pintel questions timidly, circling his hands together. 

"Why can't Will just bloody do it and we can move on!" The woman challenges. 

Jack nods. "I'm with her on this one." 

I sigh. "When Y/N holds it, it points toward whatever she wants so bad in New France." 

"But isn't New France North of here?" Ragetti questions. 

"Yes!" The rest of us answer in unison. 

His face scrunches together in confusion. "But uh-" 

Y/N elbows Ragetti in the ribs. "Shut it!" She's quick to change the subject. "Let's go! Will! I'll lead the way, you just act as a checker." 

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30 minutes later... 

Y/N

As the seven of us continue to march through the thick jungle, Jack appears beside me. "After we're finished in New France. I say you and I pay a visit to Tortuga for old time's sake." 

I laugh. "Ha! Wish to relive our break-up?" 

"Think of it as a celebration of our reunion," he tries to sugarcoat it. 

I roll my eyes, laughing as I move ahead to join Will up front. "In your dreams!" 

Ragetti

I pick up my pace to catch up with Pintel. "I know something you don't know!" 

"What?" He eagerly asks. 

"When Y/N was holding the compass, the arrow was pointing toward her," I whisper. 

His face scrunches together. "Y/N desires herself?" 

"No!" I huff. "Jack was standing next to her!" 

He gasps, putting it all together. "So you mean-" 

"Yes!" 

He grins. "That's kinda sweet actually." 

Y/N

"Now be careful!" I announce to the men, watching my step as we get closer to the mountainside. "The natives made pit traps and other boobytraps-" 

Before I can finish my warning. Jack screams from the back of the group. When I whip my head around, Jack is nowhere to be seen. "For idiots like Jack," I sigh. 

"Does anyone see him?" Will questions, moving his torch around. 

"It's kind of dark!" Gibbs remarks. 

"Thank Jack and Will for that! They refused to wait until morning," I grumble, marching back to where I last saw Jack.  

"Jack!" We all call in a scatter as we search. 

"Captain!" Gibbs shouts. 

We all watch our steps, checking the heavily covered jungle floor and sky for any sign of him. He could be hanging from a tree in a net or in a hole somewhere. If it's deep enough and well covered, it'll be hard to hear him.

"This is ridiculous!" Gibbs huffs. 

"I say we leave him and tell the crew some natives got him," Barbosa suggests.  

"I have an idea," I announce as one pops into my head. "Give me the compass," I ask Will, holding out my head. 

"But how will that help?" He questions with a raised brow. 

I hold the compass in my palm and lift the lid. I watch as the arrow spins. Soon, each of the men are gathered around me in a circle, eager to catch a glimpse. Then, the arrow stops, pointing Southeast. The men break apart, allowing me to follow it. 

"Watch your step," I advise. 

I keep a close eye on the arrow, making sure it doesn't change direction. I'm about to take another step when Will suddenly grabs my arm. I glance ahead and realize there's a massive pit in front of me. Its edges were covered in leaves and brush. 

"Oh, thanks," I exhale deeply. 

"Captain! You down there?" Gibbs shouts down below, holding a torch above the massive pit. 

I kneel down beside the pit and await an answer. 

There's a faint, "Am I dead?" 

I giggle and shout back. "No, you're not dead you idiot!" 

"Pintel! Ragetti! Go fetch a rope from the ship!" Barbosa commands, sending the two off. 

I laugh, relieved that Jack is okay. Based on the distant swooshing sound, the pit is filled with water thankfully, not spikes. This could've been a recovery mission. I sit back on my knees and glance up to find the remaining three men staring at me with knowing grins. 

"What!" I sass, crossing my arms over my chest. 

"Nothing," they all say, breaking apart to roam in different directions. 

I roll my eyes, such nosy people, pirates. 

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The men work together, yanking Jack up from the bottom of the pit. I remained to kneel beside the edge, holding up a torch so we can see Jack when he pops up. 

"Ho!" Barbosa calls out as they tug the robe. "Ho!" 

Soon, Jack appears from within the darkness and I grip his belt, guiding him to safety. The men release the rope and relax, releasing panting breaths. 

"You okay? Captain!" Gibbs questions. 

"Yeah," Jack flips onto his back, catching his breath, "yeah, I should be fine. How did you-" His eyes flicker about until his eyes land on the compass on the ground beside me. 

"Ah, now that's interesting." A cheeky smirk begins to form on his face as he lifts his gaze to meet mine. 

I shove him in the shoulder, frustrated. "I told you to watch where you were going!" He has no idea how worried I was. 

"I was a tad distracted by you, Love," he chuckles. 

My eyes fall shut as I release a sigh of relief. Thank God, he's okay. 

Jack places his hand on my thigh, capturing me by surprise. His dark eyes meet might and I place my hand over his. He flips his over and they interlock in my lap. His eyes soften at the sight. 

Suddenly, there's a series of yells from across the jungle. Each of us tosses our heads to the side and sees small glimmers of light in the distance. Jack flies up beside me from his laid position. 

"Are they with us?" He questions. 

There's the ring of a gunshot and the bullet hits the tree right by Barbosa's head. 

"Don't think so!" Will declares, his voice shaky. 

"Who are they?" I shout. 

"Wait! They're Black Beard's men! I remember one of them. He's the one who took Elizabeth!" Will determines. 

“How did they find the fountain?” Barbosa yells. 

“He knew you’d come and find me!” I comprehend and look over at Jack. “He’s been following us here!” 

Pintel and Ragetti immediately make a run for it. 

“I’m with them, time to go!” Will decides and starts to run back to the ship. 

Jack takes my hand and instantly brings me to my feet. We begin to run too, hand in hand. 

“Cowards!” Barbosa shouts and stands his ground. He whips out his gun and begins to shoot at the mob. “Come and get it you slimy gits! Ha!” He laughs. 

Running utterly blind in the dark jungle, there’s hardly any light other than that that can make it through the tree tops from the moon. We make it through the jungle and see the beach a few yards ahead. Will and the two morons make a bee-line for the ship, when they’re suddenly stopped by a cluster of Blackbeard’s men running from down the beach. Jack pulls me into his side and draws his sword.

 Suddenly, I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and I’m yanked away from Jack. He immediately whips around and his eyes grow wide. My back slams into someone’s chest and I struggle to free myself. More of Blackbeard’s men appear from within the jungle and begin to fight Jack. Two men begin to drag me off and I fling around, trying to break free. 

"Jack!" I scream. “Let me go you bastards!” 

Jack searches for me and when he finally spots me, he screams. "No!" He looks at me pleading and full of guilt. 

As more of Blackbeard’s men appear, we both quickly realize there’s nothing either of us can do. These morons are taking me to their ship, more than likely to see their captain and to be held prisoner. This is yet another reunion I did not request. 

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After sailing out to the Queen Anne's Revenge a couple hundred yards from the island, the nasty men take me aboard and immediately drag me off to the captain’s quarters. They swing open the double doors below top deck and we enter a familiar red velvet decorated office. 

A tall man stands behind the desk with his back to us. "And who do we have here?" A familiar voice purrs. When he spins around, his grin falls to confusion. "Y/N?" 

"I told you! Idiots!" I huff and yank my arms free from his buffoons."Hi, Eddie," I offer a fake smile.

"Eddie?" The pair beside me repeat in unison. 

The captain pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "How many times must I tell you?" 

"You could hand me the Templar Treasure yourself, I won't call you Blackbeard. It's stupid," I laugh, approaching him. 

"Leave us," he commands his minions. Once we’re allow, he moves to stand the other side of his desk. He props himself against it with a grin. "So, you and Jack are back together again..." 

"No way in hell," I snicker, taking a look about his office. He’s changed it in the last five years. "He promised me he knew where the Templar Treasure was, I'm simply completing my half of the deal." 

"Which is?" He inquires. 

I stop my admiring of his decor to meet his gaze. "Showing him to the fountain." 

"You would honestly betray me like that?" He acts offended my placing his hand against his chest. 

"If it guaranteed me the Holy Grail? Yes,” I stand firm. 

"Your loyalties still lie with that treasure? You truly are a pirate at heart,” he smirks. He rises from his position on the desk to pour us chalices of wine. As he approaches me, his eyes travel up and down my entirety. "Dare I say, you look amazing." 

I accept the wine, but roll my eyes at his compliment. "Oh save it.” 

He pouts dramatically. "What happened to the spirited eighteen-year-old I first met?” He reaches up and tucks strands of my hair behind my ear. “You're bitter now." 

I lift my arm and knock his hand away from me. "It's called maturing." 

"Have you matured enough to conclude that I'm the better man than Jack?" He smirks, stepping closer to me. 

I move away from him and toward the book case against the far wall behind his desk. "I think I prefer neither of you,” I answer over my shoulder. 

"One point, if I recall correctly, there was a point where you couldn't choose between us." He narrows his eyes, taking a sip of his wine as he creeps closer to me again. "Do you remember those few months in Bermuda?" 

I shift of my heels, allowing my eyes to fall to the Persian rug beneath them. "It was always going to be him, Eddie..." 

Abruptly, he rushes toward me and pins me against the bookcase. My wine falls out of my hand and stains the rug. "I could've had you if I wanted!" He growls. 

I look him dead in the eyes with a clenched jaw. "You dare threaten me!” 

He laughs mockingly. "What? Going to curse me?" 

I grin. "That used to terrify you if I recall correctly." 

"You're all bark and no bite. I happen to know for a fact, you don't practice dark magic!" He challenges. 

"Just because I don't practice it, doesn't mean I don't know how to use it.”  

There’s a commotion outside and soon the double doors swing open to reveal Jack marching in, gun drawn. While Eddie is distracted I pick up a vase off one of the shelves near me and I knock him over the head with it. The vase shatters into a hundred pieces over his head and the man falls to the ground with a thud at my feet. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I meet Jack’s gaze. His eyes flicker away from the man knocked out on the floor and up to me. 

"I hate that I'm relieved to see you," I pant. 

He runs over to me and takes my hand. "Consequence of loving me." He guides me over to one of the windows and swings it open. “Can you jump?” 

I look at him as though he as three heads. “Can you jump? What kind of dumb question is that?” I mock. Then, I ask him a similar dumb question. “I don’t know Jack, can you swim?” I roll my eyes and climb up onto the windowpane and jump out. 

“Jesus, Mary, and the bloody camel sorry for asking!” I hear him grumble under his breath as climbs out the window and jumps in after me. 

___________________________________

Jack

We’re not sure how we’ll get Elizabeth back, but we will. Though, I suspect that he was never after the fountain. No, what he truly wanted was Y/N and the fountain was just a cover-up. I brought her right to him. For now, we just need to create some distance between us so we can form a plan. 

Y/N climbs the ladder above me and Gibbs helps her on board. She offers him a thank you and brushes herself down. The crew is well into their tasks, getting us far from this island as soon as possible. 

“Glad to see you’re safe, Miss,” Gibbs greets. 

“Did everyone make it back okay?” She questions as I climb aboard. 

“Yes, even I,” Barbosa announces with a proud grin. “Not with the help of you lot,” he adds. 

“Don’t exactly have a death wish,” she giggles. 

“There’s a change of clothes for you in the Captain’s office,” Gibbs informs her. 

She offers him thanks and begins toward my quarters. Barbosa and Gibbs break apart to return to their positions. 

“You! Hold it!” I call out. 

The two men glance in my direction, wondering who I’m speaking to. They follow my gaze to Y/N. 

She whips her head around, her gorgeous, long, wavy, Y/H/C flowing in the breeze. She crosses her arms over chest. “Excuse me?” She scoffs with a grin forming on her lips. 

I narrow my gaze at her. “I have one question.” 

Barbosa and Gibbs watch the interaction, their heads tilting back and forth between us with each exchange. The crew too watches as they attempt to multitask with their duties. Her eyes remain on the deck panels and anywhere else but me. 

“Did you know the compass would lead you to me?” I ask. 

There’s a pause and I can tell she’s reluctant to answer despite the amused expression she wears. Then, her eyes rise to meet mine with a sigh. “Yes... maybe...” 

I smirk, approaching her slowly. “Oh see now that’s interesting, don’t you think?” 

“What? Just going to gloat about the ship now?” She rolls her eyes, directing her focus in the distance away from me. 

I bring my hands up to her cup her face and make her meet my gaze. To my surprise and pleasure, she doesn’t move from her spot or shove me away. Instead, brings her fingers to hook through the loops of belt. 

“You stay with me from now on. No more hiding out.” I smirk. “That’s an order,” I tease quietly between us. 

“Whatever you say...” Her eyes fall to my lips and then flicker back to my eyes. She grins. “Captain.” 

One my hands slips behind her head to her neck and I bring my lips to meet hers in a needy kiss. Her arms fling over my shoulders, deepening the kiss. 

“Now they’re going to be insufferable!” I hear Barbosa grumble to Gibbs as he stomps off. 

Five years of searching for her, waiting for, wondering if I’ll ever see her again. What happened between us all those years ago is one of my greatest regrets if not the biggest. Our relationship has never been easy, in fact it’s exceedingly complicated and one giant headache. We haven’t stopped arguing since the moment we met and rarely agree on anything. Yet, we love as we do argue with each other, passionately and with everything we have. Now that I have Y/N back and I know she loves me in return, I’m never letting her go. God help me if I let Blackbeard anywhere near her. 

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Little Red Dress

Pairings: Harry Lewis x fem!Reader, Callux x sister!Reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Swearing, some violence, maybe a few spelling mistakes Request: Idk if this is a request but like a secret relationship with Harry that you hide and you like calluxs sister or something like that and when he finds out he gets really mad or something

How you had gotten here you didn't know. It was a question you had continually asked yourself for the last five or so months. You hadn't long moved to London, where your older brother Callum lived. You had wanted to be closer to him, not that you were far anyway but you were very closer to your brother.

There were quite a few years between you and the older boy, you being born when the latter was 7 years old. Now at the ages of 22 and 29, the two could not be more inseparable. Despite having different fathers - both of whom hadn't stuck around long enough for the pair to remember them - you and Cal were like peas in a pod. With no father figure for you to look up to, you naturally clung to the boy growing up, and Cal being the only male in the house, quickly took on the protector figure for both you and your mum.

As awful as you felt leaving your mum back at home, you had been missing your brother desperately since he had moved to London so long ago, having spent the latter majority of your school years without him. Now after graduating from university, you finally felt free enough to move to the city with your brother and make your own way in life.

That was nearing a year ago, which led you to now. The situation that you were currently in, sneaking around with one of your brother's best friends.

You had met Harry before you could even have been introduced by Cal in one of the most cliche ways ever. Being the clumsy git he is, he had bumped into you in the hallway of your new apartment building and had spilled the contents of the box you were carrying all over the hardwood floor. Awkwardly the man had tried to pick up the contents in a hurry, spitting out apologies to you and once again dropping things from his arms in an attempt to put them back into the box. It was something you had found very endearing and is a quality of his that you adore.

In an attempt to apologise for both spilling the box full of stuff and then dropping the contents whilst trying to pick them back up, Harry had offered to help you bring up the rest of your boxes. It was there that you both ran into your brother, who was visibly confused as to how his cumbersome best friend was talking to his baby sister like they had known each other for years.

Cal would never actually admit it to you but witnessing that interacting had a large pit forming at the bottom of his stomach. He knew how Harry could be and knew from the look in his eye that he had quickly found an attraction in you.

Any spark found in Harry's eyes quickly distinguished when he learned of your relation to Cal, knowing how protective the older boy could be of his baby sister, but nothing could stop the fluttering feeling the boy got when he was around you. Not even Cal's warnings against dating his sister. Warnings that his other friends got, to his relief, all of which assured Cal that his sister was out of bounds. Pleased with the responses, Cal never had a second thought, something you were glad for.

Something you weren't glad for however, was the feeling of uneasiness you got whenever you were with Harry. You almost felt guilty for being with him, even more so for keeping it from your brother.

Your boyfriend of five months, however, was quick to chase away that feeling with his affection. You got to see another side to the boy that many of the people in his life never got to witness. It gave you a feeling of euphoria knowing that you were the object of Harry's affections, and affectionate he was.

When the two of you got to spend time at your apartment, the boy could not remove himself from you. Whether he was lying in bed editing a video, cuddled into your side, or sprawled out on the settee with his head nestled in your lap, he always had to have some body part touching you. His hand always found yours when he was particularly anxious, something that happened quite regularly, which was one of the traits you found most endearing. It warmed your heart to know that you were able to calm him down.

Something you did a lot was steal Harry's clothing. There was just something about those jumpers, especially the sidemen merch, that was just so comfortable. Even after insisting on getting you some sidemen clothing of your own, so he could continue to make use of his own wardrobe, you still wore his. You had told him very shyly that you liked wearing his clothes because they smelled like him, and it brought you comfort when he was away visiting his own family.

Harry thought he might have broken down then and there. Not that he would say it out loud, he secretly loved it when you wore his clothes but knowing that you would wear them when you missed him? He felt like he was on cloud nine.

Which is how you found yourself right now, snuggled on your sofa, drowning in Harry's jumper and a fleece blanket, watching the TV. Harry had been away visiting his family over the new year, and wasn't due back until the following day but you missed him dearly. Your phone had been forgotten in your bedroom, your only distraction was reruns of Grey's Anatomy, a show you had already watched religiously.

You hadn't realised how much time had passed as you easily lost track of time when you got into a show. You also hadn't realised that your brother had been trying to get hold of your for over an hour. Which is why you were startled when you heard the click of the lock turning.

"Y/N?" The sound of your brother's voice filled the small apartment. "Are you in here?"

"On the sofa." You called back with a yawn. He could easily hear the drowsiness in your voice, he would put his money on you falling asleep within the next hour.

"You didn't answer my calls or texts, I was worried." He scolded gently.

"I left it in my room to charge, sorry for worrying you." You stretched causing the blanket that covered you to drop to your lap.

"Whose? Whose jumper is that?" Cal inquired, suspicion laced in his tone.

"Oh, is it not yours?" You asked, trying to cover up the fact that his best friend's jumper adorned your body and was currently the reason that you were about to be outed.

"No. You know that's not my jumper Y/N. It's too small to be mine." You winced at the hardness in his voice.

"I must've picked it up thinking it was yours. Oops." You tried to play it off coolly, and your brother seemed to be coming around to the idea that it was just a misunderstanding. Thank God, you screamed internally.

"Right." He sprawled himself out next to you and let out a groan when he noticed what you were watching. "Really? Grey's Anatomy? You know I've experienced enough hospitals in my life without having to watch this garbage."

"How dare you?" You gasped playfully, whacking the older man on the arm. "I'm not turning it off, so either accept it or leave."

"Fine."

A week later, Cal was visiting Freezy and Harry's apartment to hang out with the boys. You were meant to be coming soon though as you and Cal were going out for lunch. Cal was sprawled on the sofa and Harry was on another, whilst Freezy was in the bathroom. Cal's suspicions once again peaked as he noticed Harry wearing the jumper you were wearing just a week ago.

"I'm sure that's the jumper Y/N was wearing last week." He muttered loud enough for the younger boy to hear.

"Is it? She must've picked it up by accident and thought it was yours." Harry spoke coolly although his stomach felt like it was doing backflips.

"Hmm. That's what she said." He grumbled. The two fell back into a comfortable silence scrolling through their phones, waiting for Freezy to arrive back from the bathroom.

"Harry, I'm sure you've got some secret girlfriend you're hiding from us or something." The loud voice of Freezy echoed through the apartment.

"What?" The boy in question stumbled over his words. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, if I had to guess, I wouldn't put you down as the type of person who used Sunkissed raspberry shampoo and conditioner." He cackled.

"So, what if I did?" Harry's heart was racing, trying to play the situation off. Even if the boys found out he was seeing someone, they still wouldn't know who. That's what he was trying to tell himself anyway.

"Right, so you're telling me this dress from the washing basket is yours too?"

Harry's face dropped as Freezy held up the little red dress that you had thrown in the washing basket after a night out. A night out with your brother and his friends.

"What the fuck Harry?!" Cal seethed, gripping him by the collar of his jumper and shoving him into the wall. "My fucking sister!"

"Oh." Was the only thing that come out of Freezy's mouth once he had realised the severity of the situation. Your brother on the other hand was seeing red. What they hadn't heard was you entering the flat, having heard the shouting from the hallway. Cal raised his fist, bringing it to meet the side of Harry's face, who hadn't said a word yet.

"What the hell Cal?!" You exclaimed, marching over and pushing him away from your boyfriend.

"When were you going to tell me?" He asked you through gritted teeth.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You honestly had no idea what was happening right now, but if you had to make a guess, you'd put your money on Cal having found out about your relationship. You could count on one hand how many times you had seen your brother as angry as this. Not ever had it been directed at you though.

"Stop lying Y/N!" He roared making you cower into Harry behind you and let out a small whimper. "Come on, we're leaving."

"No!" Your brother grabbed the top of your arm and began pulling you away. You tried to shrug his hand from your arm, but he held on tightly. "I'm not leaving."

"Fine." He spat, storming out of the apartment.

"Hey." Harry whispered softly, touching your arm gently.

"I'll just leave you two." Freezy muttered awkwardly, leaving to go to his room. Harry pulled you into his chest and wiped away the tears you hadn't realised had fallen.

"It's okay." He assured you. "It'll be okay."

[destourtereaux]

infected by love - f. w.

summary: you visit the burrow (mainly fred), and when you try to get some alone time, who else barges in but dear old georgie?

requested? yes, by @the-romanian-is-bae (i tried my best to make it funny!! i really hope you like it :))

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warnings: brief mentions of food, honestly nothing else, very fluffy~!

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******

“When is she comi--” Fred begins for the 100th time, before being cut off.

“Oh for god’s sake Freddie, Y/N’s coming at 3pm. It hasn’t changed since we made the damn plans! And remind me again when that was?” George snaps.

Fred scowled.

“That’s right, over a month ago! Breathe, mate, she’ll be here soon,” his twin finishes. “We know she’s important to you and that you’re nervous, blah blah blah. But save your nerves for when you actually see her, alright?”

Fred huffs and crosses his arms, looking surprisingly like a three-year-old, but abides, stalking off towards the kitchen.

Half an hour later, the fireplace at the Burrow suddenly erupts with flames and the whole Weasley family rushes into the living room to greet their guests. It’s chaos, with Molly patting down her hair while simultaneously trying to smooth out Arthur’s jacket, and Fred practically teeming with excitement right in front, asking Ginny and George to check his appearance.

“You look the same as always, git!” exclaims Ginny.

“She means ugly,” adds George.

Fred rolls his eyes but stops himself. Nothing could ruin his mood today, nothing. Because today marked the beginning of a whole two weeks with you.

******

“Y/N, come on up! I wanna show you something!” comes the unmistakable voice of Fred from his room on the second floor.

You startle, but quickly pull on a sweater and start to head up the stairs. “I’m coming, Freddie, just a minute.”

You were visiting the burrow over Christmas break along with Harry and Hermione at the request of Mrs. Weasley, who’d wanted to meet you ever since you and Fred had first started dating, and you were having a blast. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were both just like their children, fiercely loving and loyal, not to mention generous, despite what little they had. And… Mrs. Weasley made the best meals you had ever tasted, even better than the ones at Hogwarts.

But your favourite part about staying at the burrow was of course, a certain red-headed twin who happened to be a beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch team AND as of recently, your boyfriend.

Despite your relationship being in its early stages, you’d both liked each other for a long time before, it had just taken a while for Fred to finally gather his courage and ask you out. Needless to say, you said yes, and your first date was an extremely fun afternoon in the fields near Hogsmeade, where Fred had set up a little picnic for you both. It was amazing, and far more thoughtful than you had thought it was possible for the Weasley to be, making you fall even more for him.

Shaking your head, you grinned, and headed upstairs, no doubt towards a new invention Fred had been dreaming up.

When you got there however, you were surprised to find that his room was quite normal. Well, as normal as a teenage boy (and wizard!)’s room could be. So what had Fred called you up for?

“What’s up, Freddie?” you ask, confused. You glance up at him, “what did you want to show me?”

Instead of answering, Fred drops down onto his bed and pulls you in. The abruptness of this movement makes you stumble a bit, before falling onto him, and you blush furiously as you try to right yourself.

The boy dons a smirk at the sight of you, all red cheeks and messy hair.

“Huh, Y/N, didn’t think you’d be so forward… but go on, you’ll hear no complaints from me.”

“Shut it, you idiot,” you shoot back, as you finally push yourself back up to a standing position, fighting a smile.

Fred grins; “ah, well it was worth a try.”

“I guess it was,” you agree, climbing back onto the boy and looping your arms around his neck, this time on your own accord, “because it worked on me.”

The Weasley laughs out loud this time, and holds you tight, “I have no idea how you got wooed by me, but I’m so happy you di--”

“Fred, mum wants you downstairs for something!” cuts George, pushing open the door of the room.

Catching sight of you and Fred on the bed, George makes a show of covering his eyes and acting absolutely disgusted, “oh for Godric’s sake, can you two get a roo-- ..”

“George, we are in a room, in case you haven’t noticed,” Fred snaps.

“Yeah, Georgie, the door was closed too,” you giggle, adding on.

“Ok, well it was MY room too, and why on earth wasn’t the door locked,” George counters, looking quite miffed, “what if I needed to come get something for.. for school?”

“YOU, preparing for school?” Fred fakes a gasp, and you morph your face into an astonished expression. “I doubt that, unless it was a dear old dungbomb for our lovely Filch.”

George huffs, but you could tell he wasn’t really mad. “Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that. You two are just so disgustingly cheesy, I can’t stand it. In fact, I need to leave right now before I get infected. And Fred, I wasn’t kidding, Mom will have your head if you don’t head down in the next 5 minutes.”

You feign offense as George pushes the door open to go back outside, and just before he leaves, Fred can’t help but quip, “maybe you’d do well to be a lil infected, I don’t think Angelina would mind much.”

And as you and Fred both burst into laughter thinking of your quidditch playing friend, you catch a tinkling chuckle coming from out the door.

“So… back to it?” Fred prompts, winking at you.

“Back to what exactly, Freddie?” you raise an eyebrow, “don’t you remember George’s message? I’d like for you to keep your head, please.”

“Oh, come on!” Fred exclaims, grabbing onto your waist again, “you can’t be serious.”

In one smooth move, you hop off of the Gryffindor and pull him off the mattress. “Oh but I am, Freddie. Dead serious.”

But even so, a giggle escapes from you as you shove him out the same door as his twin.

“Don’t worry love, I can’t disapparate yet, I couldn’t leave you even if I wanted to.”

“Right, yeah, how very reassuring,” huffs Fred, crossing his arms, “the things I do for this household.”

But the ghost of a grin brushes over his face as he turns to look at you one more time, before setting out to do a surely grueling task assigned by Mrs. Weasley.

******

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[talesofstyles]

Drs Styles

paediatric heart surgeon harry, husband harry and dad harry. honestly the holy trinity.

warning: they did it in the car. bloody animals.

Harry

“Move your car, please!”

“What are you going to do? Write me a ticket?”

“This is in the interests of safety for the children!”

I look at the time in the car. I’ve still got about twenty to twenty-five minutes to watch this drama unfold at the school gate. I just wish we had popcorn because drop-off and parking situations at the school gates are always more entertaining than Good Morning Britain. 

The school gate is a strange social scene, and honestly, I don’t blame my wife for trying to avoid it like a plague. Sometimes, you don’t even have to talk to these people to know everything about their lives and more. I swear there are more gossips in the class WhatsApp group and daily playground chattering than in the copies of The Sun and Daily Mail combined. You know who’s married, who’s getting a divorce, whose husband shagged the au pair again, whose party you haven’t been invited to, even who’s looking for a builder. 

I see the school caretaker chuckling to himself as he sweeps the autumn leaves off the pathway, no doubt also enjoying our morning entertainment. 

“Why is Mrs Chambers screaming like that?” Alma, our eldest daughter, asks from the back of the car. 

“Because that man parks his car in a drop-off zone,” I reply, still watching him as he removes a child from his car seat. “Do you know who that is?”

“I think the boy is your classmate,” Alma turns to her sister.

Fiona, our youngest, peers over to inspect. “Oh yeah, that’s Rufus and his dad.”

“Do we like Rufus?”

“Not unless we like boys who pee down the slides,” Fiona scrunches her nose up. “He stood at the top and peed down like a waterfall. I haven’t gone down the slide ever since.”

I shake my head and let out a chuckle. “M’sure they’ve cleaned it up since, button.” 

Did you know that choosing a school for your child after nursery can be a head-throbbing, stomach-twisting, heart-pounding experience? Well, it can. How is one supposed to choose a school anyway? According to the proximity? Leavers Results? Adorable uniforms? Parents’ agendas?

After many, many discussions and visits through more schools than I can count, we ended up with Thomas’s Kensington. It’s a great school, and only ten minutes away from our home, making school runs easier. The downside of this school is the fact that it costs us an arm and a leg and that they’re always trying to rip us off any chance they get. Also, they only take the kids until 11, so after that, we’ll have to look for other schools again. But since our girls are only seven and five, we can worry about that later. 

There’s a strange mix of parents at this place. I went to school up in the North and the school gate scene is nothing like this. Here there are more au pairs, fancy cars, nicer clothes and people coming with impressive tans from their last weekend break in Antibes. The kids here are suited up too: the PE kit is the size of a small weekender bag, and we put them in uniforms that make them look smart, hoping that will increase the size of their brains. A child walks past our car with a cello case, another with a hockey stick. It’s a different land here. One that my socialist in-laws constantly tease us about and one which my mum was hysterical about because she was scared her grandbabies would be little Tories. I promised her I’d keep them grounded by only giving them plain hobnobs. None of those luxury chocolate covered ones.

Jokes aside, my girls are happy here. They’re thriving. They learn French and Spanish and Mandarin, even if they share a class with kids who have ridiculous names like Kitty and Archibald. 

A knock at my window calls me to attention. I wind it down.

“Are you Fiona’s dad?” A mum asks me.

“I am.”

“It’s about Ophelia’s riding party this Saturday at the riding stables.” 

Like I said, it’s a different land here.

“I thought we RSVPed to that?” I look at her in confusion.

“Yes, you did, but we have to change the food options as one of the partygoers is allergic to nuts. I’m making everyone aware and we need to let the guests know that they can’t bring any nuts on the day.”

A dirty joke is right there on the tip of my tongue and I’m trying my hardest to keep it in. My wife would definitely find it funny though, I’ve got to remember this and tell her later. 

“Noted,” I mean, I wasn’t going to send my daughter to a party with a packet of cashews anyway but I nod politely.

“And just gift vouchers for gifts please. Smiggle, if you can.”

Again, I nod, biting my tongue at the presumptuousness. But then I suddenly panic, because we haven’t entered the realms of pony riding just yet. Do I have to buy jods and boots? If I don’t, will my daughter be the odd one out? But Ophelia’s mum saunters off before I’ve got the chance to ask.

“Do I have to go to that party, daddy?” Fiona asks. 

“Well, we’ve already replied, poppet,” I tell her. “Did you not want to go?”

“I’ll go if I have to.”

I don’t answer because I get distracted by a vacant space. I edge the car forward so my girls can hop off. 

“I love you both. Have a good day, make good choices.” 

“Bye daddy! We’ll see you after work!”

***

Evelina London Children’s Hospital is our second home. Of course, as a children’s hospital, we try to make the place as fun as possible as not to freak those little patients out at being ill. It is bright and primary coloured, and each ward is decorated according to its own theme with different colours and lovely artworks. There are televisions and toys almost in every corner. We have a giant slide on the ground floor, and even the bins are shaped like red London buses. The aim was to help the children to forget that they’re in a hospital and take their minds off their sickness.

Since my wife and I are in the same department, our offices are next to each other, both overlooking the Thames. It’s nice up here. Would’ve been nicer if we could sneak in a quickie, but that’s practically impossible with our shared secretary’s desk sitting literally in front of our doors. 

Speak of the devil.

“Good morning. Here’s your tea,” my secretary follows me into my office with a cup of tea and a tiny plate with a couple of rich tea fingers. “Clinic until 3 pm, scheduled PDA ligation in the laboratory for 4 pm and then evening rounds on the wards.”

“Mornin’ Rhonda, you look lovely today,” I greet her cheerily. She’s a stern-looking woman who definitely likes her tea as strong as tits and who has probably never cried in her life. With such severity, she runs a tight ship, but she secretly has this affectionate side in her too. Not only is she a great secretary, but she also takes care of us in a way as a grandma does. She makes us tea, feeds us in between surgeries with biscuits or nice baby cheeses and crackers just so we wouldn’t starve. 

See that sofa over there in the corner of my office? Rhonda got me that. It was around the time when I had just become a new father with the sweetest, most gorgeous little baby who did not sleep. Alma wasn’t a fussy baby though. For some reason, she just wouldn’t go back to sleep after her midnight feed for months. Believe me, I tried everything. I changed her nappy, I swayed and jiggled and rocked and sung her to sleep. Odd nonsensical songs like, ‘Alma darling go to sleeep. Sleepy sleep sleep. Pleeeeease. I’m so tirrrred. My eyeballs may actually exploooode. I don’t want you to see thaaat.’ And she would just look at me all wide-eyed like I’d lost the plot. Those were song lyrics? That was rubbish. Please don’t give up your day job. Also, it’s not sleeping time. I’m awake. I’m ready for life. Come on, entertain me, old man. Isn’t this nice, just you and me? Tell me everything you know. EVERYTHING. 

Except of course she didn’t say all that. She would just stare at me and I had no idea what was going on in her little head. 

I took over my wife’s patients at the hospital during her maternity leave, so I had longer hours at the hospital. One day Rhonda found me napping on the floor between surgeries, so she sweet-talked some porters into looking for any old sofas on the go and paid to have this one reupholstered. She even bought me a fleece throw for it too. We really don’t deserve her.

“You hittin’ on me?” She deadpans. “Yer wife not doing it for you these days?”

“It’s the blazer. I’m a sucker for a blazer.”

“If I’d known, I would’ve worn it more often,” she replies. “Did my nice dress yesterday not give you the fanny flutters?”

“It’s schlong shiver for me,” I roar with laughter. “And it’s the tartan, makes you look well old.”

“YN, yer husband’s a bloody git, did I ever tell you that?” Rhonda says loud enough for my wife to hear, and I can hear my wife’s laughter from her office next door. “Drink your tea. Your first clinic appointment is in twenty.”

“Yes ma’am,” I salute her. 

***

The Arctic ward in the Evelina is home to many of our imaging, heart and kidney services. The name is probably giving it away, but everything is decorated in blue and white to go with the theme. We have several zones, and since paediatric cardiology clinics are held in the Walrus zone, I spend a great deal of time each day looking at walrus and snowflake decals. 

“Doctor Styles!” I hear a little voice shouts in excitement as I walk towards the waiting room in the outpatient ward. I smile, because I recognise that voice even before I see the little person.

The waiting room is very open here compared to other hospitals. There’s a sea of noise, snacks, tiny juice boxes and colouring pages. There’s also always a look of expectation, judgement on the faces of parents and guardians every time I walk in. They want to see if their doctor is old or qualified enough to see their children. There’s always one child who has the whole gang with them; parents, two sets of grandparents and even several aunts and uncles, and there’s also at least one child running around in circles out of boredom. 

This little lad bounces off his chair and hurls himself at me in a way like a little puppy would when its owner comes home from work. I put an arm out, hoping that he’ll apply the brakes but no such luck and he bundles himself into my arms. “Nice to see you, mate.”

His parents smile as they watch their son’s antics, who then runs off as I shake their hands. I turn around to see what caught his attention, and I can’t help but chuckle when I realise it’s my wife. 

“Doctor pretty Styles!” He exclaims excitedly as he bundles himself into her arms. She gets a mouthful of curls in the process. 

“Hi Rory,” she greets him as she runs her fingers through his curly mop. 

“Oi,” I pout as I walk towards them. “You don’t think I’m pretty?”

“Your wife is prettier,” he says with a shrug, his tone matter-of-fact.

She laughs and gives him a high-five. “Rory, you are officially my favourite patient.”

She is right. Rory is one of our special patients for sure. We’ve both known him for about six years now, ever since Rory’s mum gave birth to this tiny human next door at St Thomas and his heart was literally broken. I remember watching proudly from the theatre when my wife replaced two of his valves when he was born. It was in our early years of training. Long time patients like Rory almost always feel like family. We’ve seen all their parents’ tears and watched over their children throughout the years. They send us cards and wine every Christmas and despite all attempts to keep a professional distance, their kids do feel like our own.

Rory shrugs off his dinosaur rucksack and unzips it, pulling out a drawing of a blue whale and an opened packet of KitKat. I like that the whale wears a top hat and appears to also don a moustache. 

“I drew you both a picture. Only one though, because I figure you can share,” he says with a big toothy grin and hands the packet of KitKat to my wife. “And I’ve got half a KitKat here. Do you want it?”

“I’m good for now. Keep that KitKat for later on the tube,” she smiles and waves at Rory as she begins to walk away towards the fetal cardiology ward just down the hall. “Bye Rory, thanks for the picture.”

“Bye doctor pretty Styles,” Rory replies, making my wife laugh as she walks away. I give her a wave and a wink. 

“Hey Rory, did you know a blue whale has a heart the size of a small car?” I ask him and his eyes widen.

“No way! That’s mega!” He exclaims. “Do you think you could operate on a whale heart?”

“I would need a very big ladder,” I tell him. “And a wetsuit. I’d give it a go though.”

A senior nurse from the outpatient ward, Florence approaches us with a junior nurse trailing behind her. “Dr Styles, always a pleasure.”

I smile at her. “Florence. How are we today?”

“Busy as usual,” she replies. “We’re about twenty minutes behind I’m afraid. We had Dr Goodridge in this morning and you know he likes to talk.”

“He always runs over,” I chuckle. “Well, don’t worry. I’ll skip lunch and get us back up to speed.”

“I’ll make sure to send some snacks for you. Here’s your chart, your files are already in your office. And this is Alice, your nurse today. She’s newly qualified so might need some instructions.”

The new nurse looks terrified so I smile at her to try and calm her fears. I totally get that. When you work in medicine, unfortunately, you’ll realise that there are a lot of rude self-important wankers. 

I look down at my chart and find Rory’s name on the top of the list. “Well, look who’s coming with me to the exam room.”

Rory reaches out to hold my hand and we walk towards the examination room. His parents follow us closely, carrying the usual coats and devices that people do when they know they’re bound for a hospital waiting room. I see them inside and sit behind the desk.

“So, young man, I hear we’ve had a touch of drama with you. Can you tell me what happened?”

I’ve actually already got the information in the file, but I like the way this kid tells a story. He reminds me of my youngest. 

“So… I was at school and we were doing PE and I wasn’t really feeling it because it was cold and really we should have been inside but Mr Witter makes us go outside because he used to be in the Army apparently and he says we should get used to the cold but that’s what they do in prisons.”

I smile. “Go on.”

“And then my heart started running.”

“You mean racing?”

He nods firmly. Racing isn’t even the word. It sprinted to the finish like Bolt at 252 beats per minute, three times the speed it should.

“It felt like bubbles in my chest and then the school went crazy panicky and they called the ambulance and they brought me to the hospital but not this one, it was another one and it wasn’t as good because you weren’t there and they had really bad biscuit.”

His mum adds. “And they gave him some drugs to bring it back to a steady rhythm; they were close to shocking him.” Her voice trails off and both parents’ faces look drawn and pale remembering the incident.

Rory looks absolutely unbothered by this. To be fair, we have put this little man through everything. We’ve cut his chest open more times than is necessary for someone so small, we hook him up to machines and put him on treadmills. His resilience and character amaze me, and I really can’t imagine what it feels like to see your child so vulnerable and helpless, to be paralysed and weighed down with such worry.

“Alright then, little man, we need to make sure that your heart is working as it should. This is Alice, and she is going to take you over for an ECG and we just need to make sure your tick-tock is in good shape.”

Rory nods and jumps off the chair. His dad offers him a piggyback, and his mum smiles at them. I can hear Rory offering that half KitKat to Alice as they leave the room. 

His mother turns to me as the door is closed, her shoulders relaxing, allowing herself to breathe. “And how are you?” I ask her.

“You just think it’s done and then something like that comes along to scare you,” she says with a sigh.

“Let’s have these tests and then see if it’s anything major to worry about,” I try to calm her. “Episodes of rapid heartbeat is quite common in Rory’s case, and we can look into drugs to remedy that if necessary.”

She smiles, nodding.

“Did you have any other questions for me?”

She studies my face for a moment too long. “I… well, it will show up in Rory’s records soon, but my husband I are… I mean we’re getting a divorce.”

I pause for a moment. Of course, I know these things happen in life, but I’ve known this couple for years. I’ve seen them at their lowest ebb, bound by friendship and their love for that boy. I really do feel sorry for them.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I mumble.

“We just… we’re terrified about telling Rory.”

“He doesn’t know?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “We’re scared of breaking him. I mean, look at him. All of this stuff he’s been through and he carries on like nothing has happened. We don’t want to upset him.”

“It took a team of us the best part of six years to build Rory’s heart. There's a warranty on that workmanship,” I reassure her. “Have that chat with him. He’ll be fine.”

***

“Have we got time for dinner first?” I turn to my wife as we walk out of the hospital. We don’t normally have the luxury of ending our shift at the same time, but today is exceptional. We have parents’ evening at the girls’ school so Rhonda made sure to clear up our schedule after our evening rounds at the ward. 

“No, but we can raid M&S and eat in the car?”

I’m starving and I almost cry with relief at the suggestion. “Always knew I married the right woman.”

She chuckles. “Damn right you did.”

We leave the car at the hospital and she drags me along the walkways to Waterloo, the breeze biting at our cheeks. I pull her into M&S, dodging the marching commuters and grab a basket. 

“I’ll look for some wine,” she says before she saunters off. “Oh and I want sushi. None of that crap with the mayonnaise please.”

“Alright.”

I skipped lunch today so the whole place calls to me. I start taking very random things off the shelves: a packet of raspberry iced buns. That’ll do. I also take some hummus for my wife because she bloody loves hummus. I’m not even joking, I’ve seen her down a whole pot of it. Then I take some sushi as requested, some coleslaw, a family bag of mature cheddar and red onion crisps and a trifle. I hope I don’t bump into Rhonda. Next are cheese twists, noodle salad and cocktail sausages. 

It takes me a while to notice that there is a man right next to me with a roll of yellow stickers in their back pocket. Hello there, you are one of my favourite people tonight. Have I managed to find that sacred hour when all the food is being marked down? He labels some prawns with dip and even though I get a little squeamish about eating fish near its expiry date, I put it in my basket. I then follow him around the corner. Now, this is dinner. I put all sorts of random food in my basket and smile at the thought.

Ooh, knockdown pizzas. I should get a pizza. That’s tomorrow’s tea sorted, the girls will love it. Although I can’t help but wonder, what’s the limit for us to feed our daughters frozen pizza in a week before they get taken away from us? But eh, we might be able to get away with it if we give them frozen peas on the side. 

“Look at you,” says my wife, depositing two bottles of red in the basket. 

“Yes, it’s me. I’m the yellow sticker bitch.”

She snickers as we turn to head for the tills. “Excellent work.”

***

“Mr and Mrs Styles, welcome.”

“Mrs Ebner, always a pleasure,” I shake the headmistress’ hand who’s standing at the door. 

“Busy evening?” My wife asks her as she shakes her hand next.

“Always,” the headmistress replies with a smile, then proceeds to speak like she’s reading out of brochures. “But such a wonderful opportunity to connect with our parents and build on the special relationships we have with our school community.” 

Two uniformed minions appear.

“Lewis, Maggie, could you please show Mr and Mrs Styles through to the drinks reception?”

They both nod in unison. The boy holds his arms out like a waiter showing us to our table. We follow them through the school’s grand corridors to the main hall. It’s the one thing I like about this place. It’s very Hogwarts-like with hefty engraved name boards and sepia photos of successful sports teams. In the hall, a throng of parents mill around waiting to see respective teachers. It’s the same every year. We all dodge the people from the PTA trying to sell us quiz tickets, and the bowls of crisps out of hygiene concerns.

“Red or white?” Asks a lady in an apron.

This right here is the very reason we get through parents’ evening. From the look of the bottle, it’s decent wine too. I think that’s where a good proportion of our fees is going. 

“Red, please.”

We both take our glasses and walk to the corner of the hall. It’s essentially a holding area without the background music. The idea is that all the parents will get on and create a party vibe but it just becomes a strange family gathering. As terrible as it sounds, it’s sorted into cliques: parents who know each other via NCT groups, the international expat brigades who keep to themselves, the parents who’ve ostracised themselves by gossip, the ones who you know regularly brunch and ski together.

The boy from earlier suddenly appears in front of us. “Mrs Hughes is ready for you.”

I put my hand on the small of my wife’s back as we walk towards the classroom. Fiona’s teacher first and then Alma’s straight after. Right, we can do this.

“Mrs Hughes, we meet again,” I shake her hand. I’ve got no qualms about Mrs Hughes. She’s a seasoned teacher who likes a slack and sensible moccasin and we’re familiar with her since she taught Alma two years previously. When we enter the classroom, Lewis bows in reverence, taking his leave and I wonder whether to tip him. 

“It’s always lovely to have another Styles girl in my classroom. Fiona is a particular delight.”

My wife and I smile proudly. I’m sure Mrs Hughes says this to every parent here about their child, but that’s always nice to hear. 

“She talks a lot about you,” my wife says. “She seems to have settled in well.”

Mrs Hughes opens up a couple of books and it’s classic Fiona. Alma is ordered and neat—if she makes a mistake then she erases it completely and she underlines things with a ruler and listens to instruction carefully. She gets that from her mum. Fiona though, on the other hand, she’s all me. She has more wild abandon about her; no rulers, no rubbers. She puts giant crosses through things that don’t work and likes her bubble writing decorated with doodles of many, many cats.

I glance around the classroom as Mrs Hughes talks to us about standardised scores. The theme of the school is to show you how smart and educated these children are. Look at the copperplate handwriting, their reproductions of Van Gogh and our languages corner where they’ve all had a go at telling us what they like in French. I spy a contribution from my girl. J’adore les chats et le gâteau au chocolat. 

I’ve lost track of the conversation so I try to catch up.

“So to push Fiona into those top scores, perhaps we can look into tutoring? For maths, in particular, so she can grasp some of the concepts a little more tightly,” says Mrs Hughes. 

My wife and I look at each other confused. “Uh, I don’t think there’s a need, right? She’s only five.”

“It’s never too early,” replies Mrs Hughes. “We run an after-school tutoring club on Tuesdays that would help.”

Back when I was a youngster, clubs were fun endeavours that involved matching baseballs caps or were a chocolate biscuit that you had in your lunchbox. Maths tutoring session was not a club.

I ask her. “Is it free?”

“It’s fifteen pounds per session.”

See? My point being this should be a parents’ evening, not a sales session.

“Well, then it’s something to think about,” says my wife. “It could be that Fiona catches up with people throughout the year.”

“Possibly,” Mrs Hughes nods. Still, though, she proceeds to go into her folder and passes me a form. Sneaky. “Fiona has also shown great interest in languages and art. Her pictures have been a joy.”

Mrs Hughes goes to a file and pulls one of Fiona’s drawings. I glance down at it. It’s a standard child piece of art. The grass and sky are strips of colour to the top and bottom. It’s a family portrait, and we are as tall as the broccoli style trees. Wait, hang on a second. I count the number of people in the picture again. Is that-

“And Mrs Styles, I gather congratulations are in order,” she says with a smile. “Such lovely news.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Fiona told me it’s a boy,” she adds, and the sheer terror on my wife’s face at the realisation is priceless. “You must be very thrilled.”

I study the picture. There’s a house in the middle, and standing in a line in front of the house is our family. The one slightly taller than the broccoli tree is me. I’ve got my white lab coat, and I look like a serial killer because I’m holding a scalpel with the size of a butcher’s knife. Next to me is my wife, also with a white lab coat, but instead of a scalpel, she’s holding a very chunky baby who rather looks like a basketball with a head.

“Oh dear,” I chuckle. “Guess now we know what she’ll ask for Christmas.”

“Yeah,” my wife shakes her head. “We’re not expecting.”

“Oh, I apologise,” Mrs Hughes says with a sheepish smile.

“No worries, Mrs Hughes,” I tell her. “So, what else has our girl been up to here? Besides gossiping of course.”

Mrs Hughes laughs under her breath. “Well, in class, Fiona is attentive, bright and very helpful. She is a credit to you both.”

***

“I swear your daughter, Styles.”

We’re sitting in the car now. Finally done with parents’ evening, still laughing at the slightly creepy, chunky basketball baby in Fiona’s picture and the fact that three people, including Mrs Hughes, have congratulated us for the ‘baby’.

“You haven’t called me Styles in years,“ I turn to her with a grin. “Not since medical school.”

I can’t help but flashback to the good ol’ days when we had matching university hoodies and we’d test each other on the parts of a kidney whilst walking into lectures, sitting next to each other, sharing pens and cans of Lilt. 

“Well, after that I became a Styles too,” she chuckles. “Would be confusing then, wouldn’t it?”

“True,” I laugh under my breath, then I grab her hand and pull it to my mouth so I can kiss her knuckles. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For being a Styles.”

“Aw, aren’t we soppy tonight?” She smirks. “Alright, stop the car.”

“What?”

“There,” she points to a dark empty spot and I oblige. 

Then, before I can even ask her why, she reaches over and grabs me by the collar. Pulling me close to her and gives me a kiss. I kiss her back, and I smile when she bites gently on my bottom lip.

“Oi, oi. Something’s got you randy.”

The next thing I know, she undoes her seatbelt and then rolls her trousers down her legs along with her knickers, fumbling and giggling at the awkward movement. I push my seat back and pull my trousers down. 

“Don’t fall on gearstick now,” I joke as she climbs over to straddle me. “Well, unless you want to, of course…”

She laughs as she lowers herself over my lap. I really can’t believe what’s happening here.

“Mrs Styles, we’re about to have sex in a car. Around the corner from our daughters’ school.” 

“I know,” she says with a smile before she runs her tongue along my neck. “Not our first rodeo though.”

“Oh right, we did it in our Volvo years ago, didn’t we? Thought the suspension couldn’t take it.”

“And it turned out fine. Told you that you needed to have more faith in the Swedes, they’re a reliable breed.”

“I love it when you talk about Sweden.”

“Ikea.”

“Fuck.”

“Meatballs.”

“Billy Bookcase.”

She throws her head back in laughter and I take this as an opportunity to run my tongue along her collar bone. She gasps. I reach down to lift her before I slowly lower her over my cock. We both sigh as I enter her, a long exhalation with our lips barely touching. 

“Viggo Mortensen.”

“Isn’t he Danish?”

“Tomato, Tomahto.”

I smile at my wife and push my hips up, silently telling her that we don’t need to talk about Swedish people anymore. She grabs onto the car seat and levers herself up and down. I look at her in the eye, a goofy smile still plastered across my face.

But then I squint. Light. Bollocks, what’s that? Where’s that light coming from? Crap, that’s bright. Shit. I see the flash of a hi-vis jacket, a knock at the window and someone shaking their head.

Oh sodding fucking bollocking shit wank.