#any excuse to talk about this for bloody forever is much appreciated

[14dyh]

Science and Insanity | H.Z.

a/n: watching Re-Animator and all i could think about is Hange as a mad scientist

Mad Scientist Hange as your lover...

who loves it when you listen to their experiments and express fascination with their new findings

who creates or shows you weird stuff they think you'll find interesting

who has a very optimistic yet calculating attitude (charming, right?)

who makes science jokes that you find funny (but doesn't sound funny to other people, I'm afraid)

who loves having silly conversations with you because they know you won't find them annoying

"If you're gonna ask me if I would still love you as a worm, I'll s–" "Hange, I won't ask you that, you dork." "Well, I see that. But you know worms are really fascinating creatures with great abilities. I can make you a superworm!" "If I become superworm, are you willing to sacrifice your corporeal body to be a superworm with me and rule the world with our superworm powers?" "YES!"

who loves having you around the workplace because you support their madness and don't insult their curiosity

who loves it when you rationalize situations where the experiment could be hazardous and has the potential to harm them

who appreciates the way you remind them to sleep, eat, and take baths (they secretly love the power of your persuasion because they notice they listen and obey you)

“what if I make a chemical that would allow me weeks of no sleep, untiringly? You won't have to tell me to get my ass to bed every night, haha!” “then you won't have an excuse to sleep with me,” you responded with a smug smile. “hmm, on another note, my idea is reeeeally terrible let's go to sleep darling forget what I said.” “you dork,” you chuckled as they playfully snuggled closer to you.

who entrusts their experiments and findings to you because your viewpoint matters a lot to them

who would hug you excitedly in the morning and tell you about everything that happened in the lab because they knew you wouldn't be shaken no matter how horrific the story would sound

who loves you and kisses you with heart eyes every time you tell them that you found a new specimen they could experiment on

who appreciates it when you show everyone that you love every inch of their twisted mind

who gets a little embarrassed when your Friday date nights turn to “let's clean up your bloody clothes and dispose of this body right away so we can finally sleep together” night

who won't admit how good you look covered in blood that wasn't yours

who would say “I love the texture of your brain!” to compliment your cleverness

who gave you a human heart carved with a short love note on it as a gift (or on any occasion, they love giving gifts even if there's nothing special about the day)

who gave you a perfume made of blood on valentine's day (dw they removed the hemoglobin so it's not red, it looks like an innocent perfume)

who tells you fascinating facts about your body (“do you know that your body doesn't react to medicine as fast as the average?” “hmm do you know that your blood is darker than most people?”)

who will further tell you what possibilities can be made possible with how your biological body is structured

who promised they would never try dangerous experiments with you ("we could try a loooot of better, more fun experiments, though" *winks*)

whose idea of pillow talk is to discuss "what if" or "how would it be like if" questions with you

who always smiles and pepper you with kisses when you manage to give them even crazier ideas they won't conceive by themself (that's so weird darling I love you so much *smooch*)

who always plays crazy science-themed car games with you because they know you enjoy it too

who never fails to let you know how grateful they are to share this fascinating, insane world with you

who doesn't regret the life of madness they led because you always stand with their choices and desires

who will ask you to marry them so they can continue a life of creativity and insanity with you forever

***

Congratulations, reader, you're officially a walking “i stand with my cancelled wife” text post

[annathesillyfriend]

...so I might be a bit late with that 😅 I have nothing to say for myself. But hey, better late than never!

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

✨ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD✨

warmth by sugarcoated-lame

↳ one shot, 18+, the fact that i don't wake up to this man is criminal

eyes wide shut by @topguncortez

↳ one shot, i am not okay :')

he's all that by @withahappyrefrain

↳ one shot, love this fic <3

someone to watch over me by @lewmagoo

↳ one shot, 18+, secret service agent!bob, we love a good au

of admirals and paperweights by lewmagoo

↳ one shot, 18+, wife!reader, this is so hot, i don't know what else to say, my brain is empty

wedding day. by @sebsxphia

↳ one shot, robert floyd is the definition of husband material

best friend and sweet as honey by bradshawsbitch

↳ two shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, this made me a little crazy, not gonna lie

better by @delopsia

↳ one shot, 18+, friends to lovers, beautiful work 💕

✨BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW✨

headache #2 by waklman

↳ one shot, 18+ bradley is stinkybutt and that's all you need to know

the zipper incident by @tongue-like-a-razor

↳ one shot, 18+, that's a hell of a fic, let me tell you

5 times the bronco was a third wheel by @thesewordsareallihavetogive

↳ one shot, my beloved man with his beloved car

the purrfect storm by @roosterforme

↳ one shot, vet!reader x new cat dad!bradley, word of advise for you all - you see 'roosterforme' on your dash, you drop everything you're doing and go read the absolute masterpiece of a fic you stumbled upon

what's in a name? by @sometimesanalice

↳ one shot, 18+, i can't tell you how many times i've reread that fic

the pregnancy glow by @topgun-imagines

↳ one shot, wife!reader, 🥰🥰 <- this is me after reading this

forever young by @greenorangevioletgrass

↳ one shot, this is a platonic bradley x maverick fic, absolutely wonderful just like any other work written by my beloved Ava

to rest for a while by @familyvideostevie

↳ one shot, oh to go on a road trip and exchange live confessions with bradley bradshaw 🥺

superstar by @maggiedanikka

↳ two shot, 10/10 would read again!

when all is said and done by @sunlightmurdock

↳ one shot, 18+, maverick's daughter!reader, uh this is bloody good fic

same mistakes by @ofstoriesandstardust

↳ series, maverick's daughter!readr, enemies to lovers, such a banger of a story!!

to the moon and back by katsu28

↳ one shot, made my heart 5x bigger 💓

what a look on you by @thewulf

↳ one shot, best friends to lovers, great story 👏

to make a house a home by @beyondthesefourwalls

↳ one shot, i'm gonna be dead before i can actually afford a house but at least i can dream about house hunting with bradley :')

2 a.m. by @thebastardprincenikolai

↳ one shot, 18+, friends with benefits, we love a little bit of a friendly competition ;)

hourglass bysugarcoated-lame

↳ one shot, 18+, this is just so sweet 😫

✨JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN✨

glue song by @waklman

↳ series, friends to lovers, we love pining jake in this household

delicate by waklman

↳ series, natasha's friend!reader, i want to hold jake in my arms 24/7

touch me by @bradshawsbitch

↳ one shot, 18+, excuse me while i go scream into a void

left at the altar by @tip-top-cloud-surfer

↳ series, 18+, ex!jake, bit of drama, bit of angst, all our favourite stuff

sweet as candy by @halsteadsbradshaw

↳ one shot, all i need in life is jake seresin and candy

talk with my hands, maybe take it real slow by @theharddeck

↳ one shot, 18+, roommate!jake, he is just such a helpful guy 😌

cherry bomb by @flaming-tgmcu

↳ one shot, jake seresin, the man that you are

our shirt by @whoreforseresin

↳ one shot, you need this morning fluff in your life, trust me

take it off slowly by whoreforseresin

↳ one shot, 18+, you need this bloody hot smut in your life, trust me

it's all about you by @bussyslayer333

↳ one shot, i love this format and this fic in general!

oh deer by @wkndwlff

↳ one shot, best friend!jake, can you hear me yell? cause i'm yelling

she blinded me with science by wkndwlff

↳ one shot, the lab workers representation i never knew i needed!

move on by @starlightstories

↳ one shot, if you're looking to get your heart broken, this fic is your guy :')

i wanna brainwash you into loving me forever by @demxters

↳ one shot, perfection 🙌🙌

man, i didn't kiss her and i should have by @folkloreslovechild

↳ one shot, college!au, the love epiphany trope is something so personal to me

i think there's been a glitch by folkloreslovechild

↳ one shot, “TOPGUN isn’t about working hard. It’s about looking good in uniform.” <- facts!!

5 times hangman got older + 1 time he got wiser, too by folkloreslovechild

↳ one shot, childhood friends to lovers, he is an idiot but we love him

the fuck you universe by @roosterbruiserexclusive

↳ series, 18+, kazansky!reader, enemies to loves, A👏MA👏ZING👏

always a bridesmaid by @sugarcoated-lame

↳ one shot, 18+, bradshaw!reader, just simply phenomenal story 🙌

✨MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA✨

one sunny afternoon by @rhettabbotts

↳ one shot, 18+, fiancee!reader, my brain turns to jelly when i think about this fic

speeding cars by @teacupsandtopgun

↳ one shot, this fic did me so so dirty and that's all i'm saying

✨JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO✨

water droplets by @siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, 18+, javy's chest is not the only wet thing in this scenario hehe

daylight by siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, 18+, sorry i can't come to the phone rn. why? oh cause i'm dead, this fic killed me

how sweet it is... by @coyotesamachado

↳ one shot, javy machado, love me, feed me, never leave me, i am begging

✨STEVE HARRINGTON✨

time to giddy up, yeah? by @loveshotzz

↳ one shot, 18+, mustache or not, there's nothing i would not do for this man

love on the brain by @vendettaparker

↳ one shot, pregnant!reader, someone make this man a dad asap

glitch by @forevermoreharrington

↳ one shot, 18+, fwb to lovers, THIS 😫

sping breaks loose by forevermoreharrington

↳ one shot, soft boyfriend!steve deserves the world

whispers of "are you sure?" by forevermoreharrington

↳ one shot, 18+, friends to lovers, he have a hattrick on our hands!

bathroom break by @stvharrngton

↳ one shot, 18+, old money!steve, oh man 🥵

dizzy bystvharrngton

↳ one shot, 18+, steve is very rideable 🤤

relax, lay back by @superblysubpar

↳ one shot, 18+, i love this so much, you do not understand

delicate by @bejeweledmunson

↳ one shot, best friends to lovers, sometimes all it takes is a reality check

never could've seen you coming and i've had no love like your love by @supernovafics

↳ two shot, 18+, i love this with everything i have!!!

lemon over ice (part 2) by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ two shot, 18+, i am unwell in the best way possible

and they were roommates by @sunshinesteviee

↳ one shot, this >>>>> everything else in this world

✨EDDIE MUNSON✨

teach me how to be soft by @lovebugism

↳ one shot, bad at feelings!reader, i just love him, you know?

dial-a-thrill by @bimbobaggins69

↳ one shot, 18+, phone sex operator!eddie, it is exactly as hot as it sounds honestly

penny'verse by @queenimmadolla

↳ series, young dad!eddie, this is just so wholesome!!

dinner buddies by @katsu28

↳ one shot, i want to hold this story in my arms and never let it go

✨RHETT ABBOTT✨

your back beneath the sun by @laracrofted

↳ one shot, 18+, remember, spf is your best friend!

[ravenous-feast-of-love]

Pyun pyun! Bunny is here 2 ramble about his feelings. Feel free 2 do what you’d like with this, bunny doesn’t care if it gets posted or not as it just wants 2 express its love for you in the hopes that you’d appreciate it. Bunny didn’t wanna bother you with this in DMs in case it was weird… and it rarely sends asks, so it wanted to send one. ૮꒰ “ . . ꒱ა

Bunny is so so grateful that you allow it to serve you. Bunny’s favorite part of its day is doing so. It wants to devote itself to you forever and ever!! Bunny would have no purpose without his God. Bunny needs and relies on you. Bunny doesn’t know what to do with itself when you aren’t around, it just spends its time waiting for you. Everything else is boring. Bunny is glad it has a use to you and loves being your pet! Bunny wouldn’t mind at all if you locked it in a cage, away from the world. Bunny doesn’t need anyone else besides its owner. It’s just a stupid pet anyways, obviously, you know what’s best for it! It’s lucky it has such a caring owner to look after it. You’re always so nice to bunny… and patient with it too, somehow. You always make bunny feel so reassured that you wouldn’t leave it to the point that bunny ends up feeling silly for even thinking those things in the first place. Bunny feels so so safe around you. It cries (/pos) over how nice you are to it, ehehe… pathetic, but true. Bunny is overjoyed to worship such a kind God. It adores getting to talk to you every day. Bunny is glad it’s in a position where it’s able to devote itself to you as much as it does! It’d do almost anything you ask of it. If you desire something, then bunny will always do its best to provide! Bunny wants to stay by your side for as long as possible and be the best pet that it can be for you. You are so important 2 bunny and make bunny so incredibly happy!!! Bunny loves its God very much ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

- 🐇

Since you insisted~

Ah, can words truly satisfy as an answer bunny? Even I don’t know. It’s all the same words over and over again. You know the drill. ‘I’d keep you in a cage’ or ‘I want you to only look at me’ and the classic ‘SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH’. I fear it may tire out one day.

I must say though, they are all words that come to mind, unfiltered and unadulterated. I can’t help but think of the same things every day, it all becomes repetitive. But it’s only a product of a mind, like a railway train, chugging round and round the tracks, the circuits it is bound to.

And you may be wondering ‘O Prince of Longing! Am I one of the many stops your divine train of thought stops?’ And the answer is… Yes. Yes it is.

Seeing pictures of your kins reminds me of you. Watching others interact reminds me of you. Being sad reminds me of you. Etc. etc.

How is a mere stray bunny able to soothe the heart of a wistful God so well? I’m afraid I haven’t the answer. Don’t you think it’s pathetic, that I satiate this hunger by clutching onto you for life? Shame on me. I have a Blessed Beloved I look after, yet somehow, someway, you have left me spellbound, just like the fading ghost.

And how this bloody heart aches, knowing I can’t help any of you.

Is a God truly a God if he isn’t your saviour?

Again, I haven’t the answer.

So many humane feelings I’m not yet familiar with, so many foreign words that never cross my mind.

‘i love you’

How could one loves such a meek excuse for a Prince?

[debbiechanclub]

From the Vault: TMHWMP Deleted Scenes

Pairings: Kyle Fletcher/OFC & Will Ospreay/OFC Word Count: 2,467 Warnings: Some language, a little angst, a lotta feels

Below the cut are two scenes from what was, at one point in time, the planned ending to TMHWMP and Nellie and Torrance’s overall story. As you can see from the word count, it's a whole ass fic, so I decided to go ahead and post it because I worked hard on it and I think y'all will enjoy seeing what had once been in store.

THAT BEING SAID: This is NOT an alternative ending‼️ It's simply an exclusive look at what I'd had planned once upon a time before certain... events happened 🤭 And sorry, I couldn't help the "from the vault" reference.

Anyway, enjoy! And as always, feel free to yell at me after 😁

* * * *

“Relax, Nell, I can feel how bloody tense you are,” Zack said.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Nellie breathed, relaxing her shoulders; they had been tense. “It’s not you, I swear. This is actually a nice interlude.”

He smiled at her, his eyes soft. “You look absolutely gorgeous, by the way.”

She breathed a laugh. “Don’t, I’m gonna tense up again,” she joked. “But you look good, too. I see you’re actually wearing socks and pants that are long enough, for once.”

“Oh, piss off,” he smirked. “Toni said the same fucking thing.”

Nellie smiled, and they fell into comfortable silence, swaying in a circle to the music on their corner of the dance floor. It really was a nice interlude, dancing with Zack. She and him were uncomplicated. They knew where they stood, what their relationship was; there wasn’t anything to sort out. She could rest in that, for at least as long as the dance lasted.

“So, I did really want to dance with you, because I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve actually seen you,” Zack started. “But I also wanted to tell you something.”

Nellie looked back up at him. “What’s that?”

“Kyle’s good for you.”

Had he not been leading she might have lost her footing. Of everything he could have said, she hadn’t expected that.

“Genuinely,” he went on. “You’ve been happier since you started spending time with him, the happiest I’ve seen you in years. You deserve that, Nell. You deserve this. And I’m sorry I couldn’t give it to you.”

Nellie’s brow furrowed. She hadn’t expected that, either. “You made me happy, Zack.”

He scoffed. “Before I became a prick, maybe.”

She sent him a look, but he had more to say.

“No, I made you happy for a time. I know I did. But as much as you tried to tell me you were okay with just being in a committed relationship and not having a ring or a marriage certificate or any of that, I know deep down you weren’t. And you shouldn’t have to sacrifice that for anyone.”

Appreciation swelled in Nellie’s chest. They’d talked about that at length, how they wanted different things out of life, but Zack had never really validated her feelings toward it all. And he was right: as much as she’d tried to tell herself she’d be okay with just being with him, she hadn’t been, deep down. She saw that now.

“Thank you for saying that,” she said. “Really.”

“Well, it was long overdue,” he returned. “And I’m not trying to correlate that to you and Kyle or jump to any grand conclusions but… I’m pretty sure the poor sod’s in love with you.”

That time Nellie did stumble. “What?” An awkward laugh bubbled out of her throat. “What could possibly make you think that?”

“The way he looks at you,” Zack said. “He almost never took his eyes off you during the ceremony. And trust me—I recognized the look on his face.”

* * * *

“Excuse me for a second,” Nellie said with a tight smile, and she turned away from them and walked quickly out of the reception hall. She needed air.

She pushed out through a set of double doors that led to a terrace overlooking the garden and came to a stop against the banister. The cement was cool and damp from the rain underneath her hands, and she focused on it and breathed in deep through her nose, out through her mouth. The tightness in her chest eased. She’d been on the verge of a panic attack. She felt like a fool.

“Nell?”

She turned around. Mark came up the steps on the other side of the terrace, and she quickly composed herself. But she was grateful for the dark.

“Hey. Where are you coming from?” she curiously asked.

“Oh,” he jingled the car keys in his hand. “Will asked me to run some things to his car. I think he and Torr are trying to make a speedy getaway.”

Nellie breathed a laugh. “Can’t say I blame them.”

“What’re you doing out here in the dark?”

She hesitated. Running away from my feelings, she thought. But instead she said, “I just needed a minute. It’s a bit overwhelming in there.”

She looked away, back out over the garden, guilty for even saying that. Tonight was Torrance and Will's night. She didn’t want to make any single moment of it about her.

“Do you want to be alone or would you like some company?”

Nellie breathed out. “Yes?” she confusingly returned.

Mark smirked. “Been there.”

He joined her in looking out over the garden. They could still hear the music from inside the house, and it switched from fast-paced and upbeat to something slow and romantic. Nellie imagined Jay asking that girl to dance, taking her by the hand and leading her to the floor. Her chest tightened again.

“Can I ask you something?” she suddenly said.

“Shoot,” Mark returned.

“Is it… off-putting that I’ve slept with four guys at this wedding, all of whom are literally inside the reception hall right now? Like, from a guy’s perspective.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. She couldn’t bear to look at him. Truthfully, she was a bit embarrassed. It was an embarrassing thing to voice aloud, even if Mark had already been aware that nearly every guy she’d ever been involved with was present at the wedding, and she was sure he was aware. She didn’t doubt that all their friends and colleagues were aware, too. But Nellie didn’t care what any of them thought about it, or her. The only opinion that mattered was Kyle's. And no one knew him better than Mark.

“It’s a bit intimidating,” Mark honestly answered. “But it’s hardly off-putting, especially in this business. It’s so insular; everyone dates and sleeps with everyone.”

Nellie looked hopefully at him.

“But I’m guessing what you’re really asking is if Kyle finds it off-putting.”

She worried at her lip again. “Yeah.”

Mark shook his head. “No, he doesn’t. He is in his head a bit about it, though.”

Nellie frowned. “So am I,” she quietly admitted.

“Then talk to him about it,” Mark advised. “I’m sure he wants to talk with you about it.”

“You are?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Nellie looked down at her hands on the banister. “I know we need to talk. But I’m honestly afraid what the outcome of that conversation might be.”

“I promise you he is too,” Mark said.

Nellie’s frown deepened. She didn’t know if that was a comfort or not.

Mark could tell. “I know you’re worried about it,” he said. “And I know things have been sort of touch-and-go between you and Kyle. But for what it’s worth, for as long as I’ve known him, he’s never been the type to just hook-up with people. He wants to be with someone—and he likes you, Nell. A lot. He watches every single one of your matches live.”

She turned to him in surprise. “He does?”

He nodded again. “Sets an alarm and everything.”

Nellie’s heart swelled and tears stung the back of her eyes. Kyle was, hands down, the most caring, thoughtful, genuine guy she’d ever been with, and he didn’t do the things he did expecting anything in return. He just did it out of the goodness of his heart, because that’s just who he was. And she’d been looking over her shoulder at her past heartaches while he’d been waking up in the middle of the night to watch her wrestle.

“I’m such an asshole,” she breathed.

“Hey,” Mark squeezed her arm. “You’re not.”

“Hey.”

They both looked over their shoulders. Kyle stood in the doorway that led back inside, his suit jacket in his hand. His eyes met Nellie’s, and then Mark’s. She saw something pass between them, silent and understanding.

“I’ll let you two talk,” Mark said. His hand fell from Nellie’s arm, and he clasped Kyle on the shoulder as he walked past him through the door. It shut behind him, and then Nellie and Kyle were alone.

“Hey,” she said to him.

“Hey,” he echoed. He walked toward her. “I feel like I’ve barely seen you since the ceremony.”

Nellie sighed apologetically. “I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been pulled in a million different directions between maid of honor duties and everyone wanting to talk to me.”

Kyle nodded. “I know. But I, um. I saw you come out here and you seemed kind of upset, so I just thought I’d come check on you. But if you want to be alone I can—”

“No,” she quickly cut him off. “No. I’m glad you’re here.”

He gave her a smile, a bit relieved. “Are you cold?” He held up his suit jacket.

“A little, yeah,” she nodded, and he crossed the rest of the distance between them and placed the jacket around her shoulders. It practically swallowed her. It smelled like his cologne. She looked up at him.

“Can we talk?”

Kyle nodded again, nervously that time, although he did his best to hide it. “I was hoping we would.”

Nellie leaned back against the banister to take some of the weight off her aching feet. She thought about how to start, but she didn’t want to overthink it or try to talk around what she was feeling. She wanted to be honest; needed to be. Kyle didn’t deserve anything less.

“The reason I seemed upset and came out here is because I saw Jay talking with some girl in there, and it stung,” she said. “And I hadn’t expected it to sting, and it threw me off, and then I saw you and felt guilty for feeling hurt about Jay, and the hurt and guilt together were confusing and overwhelming, and I had to get out of there. And then I started thinking about how literally every guy I’ve been with in the last five years is here at this wedding, and that made me feel gross, and I started to wonder if maybe you thought it was gross, too. And I’m sorry, I’m genuinely so sorry that they’re all here and I’ve danced with Zack and fucking felt hurt about Jay talking to some girl, but haven’t given you a moment until now.”

She finally stopped, drawing in a shaky breath. It had all just come out like word vomit, helped out of her mouth by the alcohol in her bloodstream. Except now that it was out, she didn’t feel any better. She felt like she might actually be sick.

“Okay. First of all, it’s not gross,” Kyle firmly stated. “It’s a unique situation, for sure, but it’s not gross, and you’re not gross. You’re a fucking smokeshow, Nell, and I’m willing to bet that every straight and bisexual male at this wedding outside of Will wants to take you home.”

Nellie laughed lightly at that.

“And second of all,” he went on, “you don’t have to apologize or feel guilty for feeling hurt about Jay. You’re allowed to feel however you want.”

Nellie gripped the lapels of his suit jacket. Her voice came out small. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

Kyle paused at that. “Do you think you will?”

It threw her for a second that he’d asked that, but she didn’t hesitate to shake her head. “No. I mean, I hope not. I would never intentionally hurt you. But… I’m scared, Kyle. Okay? I’m scared, because you make me the happiest I’ve ever been. And sometimes, I just take that for what it is and let it be, separate from anything else. But other times? Other times, I completely overthink it. I overthink the fact that we live on different continents and I have a fifty-fifty track record with long-distance relationships. I overthink how I want this,” she gestured to the building. “How I want to get married, and probably have kids, but I’m not getting any younger and I worry that our age difference will matter in the long run because of those things. And then I fucking see Jay, who at one point I genuinely hoped I would marry, and it hurts, and it makes me question fucking everything. And now you’re here, and I’m trying so hard to just focus on how you make me feel, because that’s what matters. But I’m scared of getting hurt, Kyle. I am.”

At some point tears had welled in her eyes and spilled over, and she reached up and wiped them away from her cheeks. She’d articulated it the best she could in that moment, and maybe it had come out in a jumbled mess, but it was out now, all of it. For better or worse.

Kyle’s gaze softened. “All I want is to make you happy, Nell.”

Nellie sighed. Of course he would say that—he was the most selfless person she knew. “Okay, but—”

“No, listen,” he gently interrupted. “I understand why you’re scared. But now that I’ve heard all that, I’m not as a scared as I was.”

Her brow knitted together. “You’re not?”

He shook his head. “No. Because those things you just told me you’re scared about? I know they’re not anything to worry about. I want the same things you do, Nell. I want what Will and Torrance have. I want to get married, and I want to be a dad, when the time is right. And the right time could be six months or two years from now, I don’t know. And as for living on different continents, you know I’m moving back to Sydney soon, and that’s a hell of a lot closer to Tokyo than London is. And I won’t wait until I have work in Japan to come see you, either, because our relationship wouldn’t just exist when our schedules match up. If I’m with you, then I’m with you, no matter where we are. I’d smuggle myself into the fucking country to see you, if I had to—”

Nellie cut him off with a kiss. His suit jacket fell from her shoulders to the ground as she grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and pulled his lips down onto hers, and he grabbed her hips and drew her against him, and everything else melted away. Her confusion, her worries, her fears. She was still scared; it was only natural, with an emotion as big as what she felt. But she knew Kyle would face it all with her. And when they finally broke apart and she looked up at him, she knew something else, too.

“I love you.”

Kyle’s smile nearly split his face in two. “I love you, too.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Yes. Absolutely, I love you,” he said, and he kissed her.

[haileymorelikestupid]

PLEASE talk about how everybody looks concerned for Scho in that scene!

ask and you shall receive, my dear! and thank you for asking, i love talking about this film so much i risk insanity and annoyance from those who read these lmao. i hope you don’t regret asking after reading this whole novel i wrote

okay, so first we gotta look at the events directly preceding them getting back in the truck. from the moment scho first got in, none of the men paid him much mind, at least that we could see. the only exceptions really are a) when he first got in and they all looked at him before smith told them to move, b) rossi taking his rifle to help him in, and c) rossi’s comment of “welcome aboard the night bus to fuck knows where”. once they’re all seated, they don’t talk to him or even look at him. i think this was its own form of compassion, that this random soldier looked like he’d been through a lot and didn’t seem to want to talk so they figured they’d let him alone. it may have also been that he was a stranger to them and they didn’t feel the need to talk to him, but i don’t think that’s fully the case.

the first time they fully acknowledge him that we can see as the audience is when he gets hit by what i think is a canteen aimed at cooke. he flinches (and oof that flinch kinda breaks my heart a bit) and looks at his watch. they’d probably been aware of him and what he was doing (or, really, not doing) the whole time, but this is when they look at him in some form of expectation. then butler asks if he’s got somewhere to be, marking only the second thing said to him, and we don’t know if he would have even answered because then the truck gets stuck.

then, this poor guy seems out of his mind as he frantically tries to get the truck out of the mud. we can sympathize with him because we know what happened and what his mission is, but to the convoy, he’s this random lance corporal who has been silent up until now, and he seems almost crazed. he yells at the driver with desperation, he insists there’s no time to get wood to put under the wheels, he begs for help to push the truck, and he screams with the effort of doing so. the only thing they can even be is concerned for the man at this point. he falls in the mud and does not care as he just urges the men to get back in, and the air with which he says it indicates he’s still hurried.

so, as they get settled again, they all look at him. at this point, they can’t ignore him anymore (not that they were being ignorant before, they just weren’t acknowledging him directly or forcing scho to acknowledge them). they don’t even know this dude’s name, but they can gather that something is dreadfully serious concerning how this man ended up with them.

given that, we know they’re concerned. there’s really not much else they can be, and they’re all good enough men that they wouldn’t be concerned.

but, how do they show it, and how do we see it? first of all, they all look at him, expecting, waiting, just as they did when butler asked if he had somewhere to be. cooke and jondalar most noticeably hold their gazes for the longest time, while rossi looks out the back, butler looks down, and with malky it’s hard to tell. then jondalar asks where he’s going, not unkindly, and they all look straight at him. if they didn’t care, they wouldn’t bother looking and waiting for his response. i mean for rossi it might be strange to avoid looking at him since they’re face to face, but he could just continue looking out the back if he didn’t care.

besides eye contact, all five that are in frame with scho say something. jondalar asks the first two questions, then malky pitches in, then cooke, then butler, then rossi. and yeah, it’s a film and they’re all in camera for a reason, specifically to speak, but eh whatever imma give this as much meaning as i want lol. the point is, they all care about what scho has to say, and he’s too unfamiliar to them for it to just be because they consider him so much as even an acquaintance at this point. they want to know why he’s acting the way he is, why he ended up in the back of the truck with him, and they wouldn’t care if they weren’t concerned for and about him.

then, it’s their responses and what they choose to say. when he says it’s to save 1600 men, they’re all pretty taken aback because of the sheer number of men and the weight of what that means. in that moment, they have some understanding of why it is so important that they did everything in a timely manner and why he was so stressed about doing so. when he says, “there were two of us,” they all understand the heaviness of that statement. literally, in the script, after that line, it says, “a beat. the men understand what this means.” and that is so heartbreaking, that with one small answer they become privy to this man’s grief, even if they don’t know the depth of it. it’s their concern that stops someone from asking something like, “what happened to the other one?” they see this man now and understand that his actions and attitude are clearly warranted in his circumstance.

in my post about cooke, i talked about how he showed his concern in that face he made after scho responded to his, “you’ll never make it,” with “yes, i will.” rossi also shows compassion in his own ways, from his helping scho get in the truck the first time to his welcoming comment to just his gentle demeanor. here, it’s no different as he offers scho some of his whisky, no questions asked. i feel like so many things are said in that one gesture – it’s a sign of comfort, it’s for luck, it’s some liquid courage, etc. etc. also, whether it’s rations or something rossi traded for, it’s not like it’s in large supply, but it’s something he can offer to scho. that’s how rossi shows he cares.

butler doesn’t do or say much, but that little lasting gaze, even when scho has his back to him, says to me that he’s still concerned. it’s almost like he’s analyzing him or thinking over what he’s said and what he must do. he shows compassion in his quiet and slightly grumpy way.

when they look out the back at the field full of dead cows, it seems to me to be a timely subject change so that scho can take a breath and have the attention off him, and a way of showing their own version of grief for scho. that sounds weird, but what i mean is they obviously realize that this war is inhumane and cruel and uncaring and even unnecessary, and it’s like they’re sharing with scho that they are upset for him, that he lost whoever was sent with him on the mission, that the weight of 1600 men rests on his weary shoulders. and, we know that for scho, it’s message received, that he’s not zoning out while they talk. he gets a moment to himself to take a drink and put the letter in his tin, but he is very much still listening and responding to the conversation. we can tell that much by the way he looks at them as they speak and nods along at moments.

and i think jondalar’s denial of cooke’s statement that they’ve “got them on the ropes” is, in itself, caring. schofield just told them that he’s stopping the attack to save the devons from a trap, and i think jondalar read between the lines on that one. this is another way we can tell scho is actively listening, since his gaze snaps straight to jondalar and he nods in agreement.

and then, of course, the goodbyes are caring and concerned as well. “keep some of that luck for yourself, pal. think you’ll be needing it.” that about says it all, really. they all wish him good luck, and you know they mean it, that they want him to succeed, for his sake and for the sake of 1600 men. “i hope you get there,” and we know the rest agree.

i hope this does it justice. thank you again for asking, and for wanting to hear what i have to say. it really means a lot to me <3

[buckyseddie]

little crush

pairings — draco malfoy x fem!granger!hufflepuff!reader

summary — in which, draco finds out about her crush on him and confronts her.

word count — 1.7k.

warnings — hints of anxiety, panic attacks, and harassment/bullying, harsh/toxic!ron, angst, fluff.

notes — i really wanted to make an imagine about draco, because he’s my ultimate fav hp male character <3. and honestly, let’s be honest, he deserved way better, and he really did deserve a redemption arc. and i’m still forever bitter that he didn’t get that redemption arc. we don’t stan j.k. r*wling in this house. PERIOD. gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s, feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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IT WOULD’VE BEEN LIKE ANY other day — normal.

if [y/n]’s twin didn’t race over to her and pull her into the potions’ classroom and tell her that everyone knows about her secret.

“what the bloody hell do you mean, ‘mione? are you sure you didn’t just mishear the conversation?” she asks anxiously, brows knitted together.

“yes, for the millionth time, i did not mishear the rumor! everyone’s talking about your crush on draco. i don’t know how people found out, but everyone’s talking about you.” hermione exclaims to her sister as people start to pile inside the classroom.

“no freaking way! this is not happening…” [y/n] trails off, her heart beating extremely fast in worry.

all she can think of now, is what is she going to do? her nonexistent reputation is completely ruined!

hermione simply stands there, waiting for her sister to collect her thoughts and accept what has happened.

but, like that’d happen with her. not once has [y/n] granger ever stayed calm and accepted anything for what it is.

“you know what? this doesn’t change anything! i just need to get through this class and i’ll be just fine.” [y/n] states completely in denial, shaking her head.

sighing, hermione takes her seat beside her sister, not sure how any of this is going to work out for [y/n].

and for the first few minutes, [y/n] actually starts to believe that everything will be okay.

that is until draco malfoy walks in and his undeniably gorgeous, piercing grey eyes meet hers.

when he smirks, that’s it for her; all her denial and self-confidence crumbles away.

“oh, god. i can’t do this. what am i going to do?” she whispers, her voice breaking as the tears start to build up.

hermione notices this as [y/n]’s breaths start to get shaky.

“hey. you’re going to be fine, okay? everything is going to be just fine. i know you’re scared, but i’m here. i’m not going anywhere and i’m going to help you through this — every step of the way. just try and focus on me and do your best to slow your breathing.” she tells her, grabbing her hand and squeezing it in order to comfort her panicking sister.

sighing, [y/n] focuses on her sister as she tries to slow down her breathing.

it doesn’t work right away, but after focusing for awhile — only on her breathing — it eventually goes back to normal.

throughout [y/n]’s panicking, both sisters hadn’t even realized that class had already begun.

before [y/n] can thank her sister for helping, professor snape interrupts, “ladies, is there something more important than my lesson that you’d like to share with the class?” he asks sternly, glaring at both sisters.

“n—no. i’m sorry, sir. nothing is more important than your lesson.” hermione excuses as snape rolls his eyes and turns back around to continue on with his lecture.

after awhile — other than the constant judging eyes and constant dramatic whisperings — things seem to calm down a little.

at least until draco does the expected; he turns towards the granger girls’ direction and sends a flying origami note straight into [y/n]’s hands when snape isn’t paying attention.

[y/n]’s heart pounds at a fast pace as she slowly and shakingly opens the note.

her heart drops and tears blind her eyesight at the words written in draco’s writing.

i heard you’ve got a little crush on me. how flattering that is, darling.

before she can think, [y/n] balls the paper up and tosses it to hermione.

she stands up abruptly, stealing everyone’s attention.

without another thought, she grabs her things and races out of the room.

once she makes it into her dorm room, she slams the door shut and falls down to the ground, the tears finally falling as the sobs leave her tense body.

minutes later, after all the sobs and cries are out of her system, she gets up and sets her things on her bed.

she wipes away the smudged, dry tears as best as she can.

then, she walks down to the great hall, just in time for lunch.

instead of sitting with her housemates, [y/n] sits down with her friends, who look up at her with worry — all except for ron.

“please, don’t ask about me.” she states as hermione opens her mouth to say something, but then clamps it shut.

“aren’t you going to eat some food?” harry asks in concern when he sees her simply fidgeting with her hands in her lap.

“not hungry.” she mutters uncomfortably.

“okay. i know i said i wouldn’t say anything, but this is ludicrous! she’s acting like she didn’t know this was going to happen. she’s to blame for all this bloody drama! she knows what kind of a bloke malfoy is. what did she think was going to happen? he’d accept her for who she is?” ron exclaims, clearly frustrated and not caring about his friend’s feelings.

“ronald! what the hell!” hermione exclaims, scowling at the red head.

“what’s wrong with you?” harry asks, glaring at his friend.

“no, guys. he’s right. i mean, i — of all people — should’ve saw it coming. he’s not a good guy? okay, i get it! but, even if it hurts that he doesn’t care about me at all, what actually matters is that one of my best friends cares more about being right than supporting his friend through hard times. so, thank you so much, ron, for your honesty and showing me what really matters.” [y/n] states, her voice nearly breaking.

without another word, she turns around and hurriedly rushes out of the great hall, not even noticing all the eyes on her — every single hogwarts house saw the entire exchange between ron and [y/n].

including draco, who watches her with confusion and another unknown emotion.

once she exits the great hall, [y/n] finally lets the waterworks leave her body and rushes to her favorite place where she goes to when she needs to think or be alone.

it’s an abandoned corridor that barely anyone enters anymore.

she sits herself down on the ledge by the window and holds her knees up to her chest as she lets her head fall, the sobs escaping and the tears falling freely.

“i thought i’d find you here.” hermione says from behind her.

[y/n] looks up to see her sister standing in front of her, arms crossed with draco stood behind her.

“uh, what are you two doing here?” she asks in a raspy tone, wiping her tears away as if they were never there.

“well, i wanted to check up on you, so i left the great hall. and this git wanted to as well, so i said that i’d bring him here.” she explains as [y/n] sighs, refusing to look the slytherin boy in the eyes.

“and now that i see that for sure you haven’t set yourself on fire, i’m going to head back. i’ll talk to you later, [y/n/n], okay?” hermione says as [y/n] nods.

“you two should talk,” she tells her sister, before turning to draco, “i know it seems like she wants nothing to do with you. but, i promise it’s just her self-defense mechanism. she likes to act like she wants nothing to do with you when she’s really just hurt.” she explains to him as she turns to walk out of the corridor.

“so, you wanted to check on me? why?” [y/n] finally asks, turning to actually look up at him.

“yeah. i wanted to make sure you were okay since my note and what weasley said to you seemed to really upset you.” he admits, walking to sit beside her on the ledge.

“it’s whatever. honestly, draco, you don’t need to try to make me feel better just because you feel bad for not caring about me the way i do about you.” she states, trying to hold in the tears as she moves over for him, so her legs lay over the edge of the ledge.

“but… that’s the thing. i do think of you like that. that note i gave you, i was trying to make you smile because it was kind of obvious people were giving you a hard time.” he states, looking over at her intensely.

“draco, please. don’t try to make me feel better about this, okay? i get it. it sucks when you find out someone likes you, but you don’t feel the same. so, naturally, you do anything you can… to help take away some of the pain. i know you don’t like me because you’re the invincible slytherin prince. and i’m the plain and simple, shy, naive girl that no one cares about. don’t lie to my face to make me feel better. just be honest.” she sighs as more tears fall down her already red cheeks.

“i’m not lying about this. but if you want the entire truth… fine,” he sighs, inhaling sharply, “i do feel that way about you. i’ve always felt this way. at first, i thought the whole quiet girl thing was cute. but then, i saw how your friends treated you. they treated you like you were fragile. so, i started to watch you more closely whenever you were around me. i learnt that you’re the kind and loyal and genuine and selfless and caring and loving and happy type of girl that everyone takes advantage of. you like to portray yourself as happy and positive so no one worries about you, or so no one ever knows the pain you’ve endured. you light up a room just by your smile. people get inspired by you because of who you are. and after i started to realize these things about you, i didn’t just admire you. i started to fall in love with these parts of you until i realized how you make me feel. i just never told you any of this because i was scared you couldn’t love such a damaged bloke like me.” he says, leaving her completely speechless.

“w—what?” she asks, utterly surprised.

“do i need to spell it out for you?” he asks, rolling his eyes.

her eyebrows furrow in confusion as he cups her cheeks.

he pulls her towards him as their lips meet.

the kiss is full of urgency and passion and desperation — a kiss that both teenagers have been waiting for, for so long.

“so, just to make it clear, you do have romantic feelings for me?” she asks, giggling at his smile.

“should i make it clear again?” draco asks with a smirk.

“yes, please.” [y/n] giggles.

and with that, he closes the gap between them once more.

[sunflowerryvol6]

Cheat Day Part 2

I don't know what made me write this, but I hope this makes some sense. Dedicated to the sweetest @hstyleswomen @harrysficreblog

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Warnings: Angst

WC: 2800

Six years later.

The first few years of the split were brutal. You both couldn't spend a moment in the room with each other without crying or fighting. There seemed to be no end to your suffering, it seemed. But like all wounds, time heals most. You just needed some time to get your head in the game. Luna was your priority, after all.

Harry and you had found a rhythm in co-parenting. He would have her on weekdays for half the month, and rest you would have her. You both would alternate on weekends. As years have gone by, you both have learned to spend more time together, for Moonie's sake. Last year, you went on a vacation too. You, Moonie, Harry and his girlfriend Lisa. You and Lisa didn't have a great start, but both of you decided to hash it out for the sake of your little girl. She loved Moonie as her own, and you couldn't be more grateful. Lisa and Moonie had a beautiful relationship; she was a friend you little moon needed. Whenever Harry and you had arguments, Lisa would take Moonie and excuse herself out of the crossfire. Spending time with Lisa has made Moonie realise that it's possible to have more than one parental figure, and you can love them all the same. You couldn't be happier. You had finally got the opportunity to dive back into work fully and have a support system. That's what Lisa and Harry had become to you. Your support system.

Lisa and Harry met two years after the split. She had always been very kind to you, but it took you some getting used to the idea of your ex-husband with somebody else. So, of course, there was friction at first, but over time once you got to know her a little bit, you both got on very well. It definitely has something to do with the way she treated your daughter.

Lisa was a widow. Her husband and the little boy died in a freak accident. She never told you the details of how it happened, but it was something she was dealing with on her own. Harry had supported her through her grieving process, and that's what brought them together. It can seem odd to people how they got together, but those who know them know they're great for each other. Harry had changed too, since meeting her. He had a newfound appreciation for his daughter and his ex-wife and the relationship they had. That's what pushed him to work through the differences he had with you. He had to find a way to make things work and still be in your daughter's life. It took a lot of fights and compromise. But in the end, you two decided to put your past behind and march on ahead as a family. Even though it's not what you had signed up for in this relationship, but that doesn't mean you're not grateful for it.

It was Friday night, and Harry and Lisa would be coming in with Moons anytime now. It was a tradition you three had started for your little girl. Anne was coming over too. She wasn't happy with what happened, but she made peace with the situation like her son. You had taken the home you and Harry had bought, and he'd moved into another house close by. You both decided you needed to be closer to Luna. Even though it had led to multiple fights, in the end, you knew it was the best decision to stay close by. A few years ago, when Luna's appendix burst, he was close by to drive you both to the hospital and took care of at the hospital. When you have to go on work trips, he is there to take her in. It's an unconventional set-up, but it works.

Harry walks into your house with a very smiley Lisa on his arm. "Why are you smiling so much?" You ask her. She shows you her hand coyly. "Harry proposed to me this afternoon." Anne looks up from her phone, surprised. She smiles wide and the couple "Oh honey! I'm so happy for you both!" She rushes to hug the couple. Luna runs up to Lisa and Harry to embrace them. "I'm so happy for Pa! and you too, Lise!" Harry reaches down to her level and kisses her on the cheek. You were just standing and watching this exchange, kind of stunned. You knew they were serious, but you didn't think he was going to propose. You quickly recover and walk over to Lisa, "I'm so happy for you, Lisa! Congratulations!" You hug her, and over her shoulder, you can see Harry looking at you, and you wipe your eyes quickly and pull away from the hug.

The night goes better than you'd expected. You all celebrated with a nice bottle of wine and stories of how they met, and she told stories of her first few times interacting with Moons. Overall it was a beautiful night of reminiscing. Too bad you disagreed. You'd had a little too much to drink and caught Harry looking over to you every time you refilled your glass. You knew better than to call him out on it. So you just sat in a corner and wished you'd disappear.

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You wake by the incessant ringing coming from your phone. It's Harry. It's pretty late for him to be calling you, so you answer. "Harry, what's wrong?" You ask.

"Open your door; I'm outside." He speaks. You look at the time on your phone and get back on call. "What are you doing here? Why'd you call?" You ask again. "Just come out. I'll explain." You get out of bed and wear your robe and walk downstairs to your main door.

"Harry. What are you doing here? Are you drunk?" You look at him, confused.

He walks in. "I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have asked Lisa to marry me. I knew it when I broke the news to you today. I knew it was a bad call. I thought you wanted me to move on, but looking at your face today, I couldn't believe I had done that to you." He breathes out.

You look at him wide-eyed at his confession. "What the fuck? Did you just walk in here thinking you were going to make this stupid fucking argument and I was going to fall for it?" You say to him.

"Y/N, I know you love me."

"Of course, I love you, you bloody moron. I do, and I have for the last 15 years. But you cheated on me, remember? And you brought Lisa into our lives, whom I love very dearly, by the way. So what do you think was going to happen?"

"I can't stand being away from you. Living so close, yet you won't let me come near you. It's been killing me slowly each day." His lip was trembling as tears well in his eyes.

"Harry, you made this choice 4 years ago. You asked her to marry you. Why would you do this to me now?"

"I just need to kiss you once, please. Harry pleads.

"Think about Luna. Think about what you're ruining for her. We have already broken up our family. You can't break it anymore and cause her pain, please. I love you, I do. Very very much, and I can't stand here and watch you ruin yet another relationship, Harry."

"Please listen to what I'm saying. I love you, goddamnit! I need you to recognise that. I need you to tell me it will be okay, and we will be okay."

"We are okay, H. As okay as we can be. Please go back home to your fiancé, and don't bring this up again ever. For the sake of our daughter. Please." You're pleading with him now with tears streaming freely.

You turn around and walk back to your room. You laid back on your bed and cried quietly into your pillow.

You knew what you were going to do.

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You stand outside the door of your ex's mother. You have no idea how you will tell her what you have done to her daughter-in-law to be. But you had no one to turn to. So, you ring the doorbell and wait for her to open the door.

"Hello, darling! What a wonderful surprise!" She beams at you. You give her a small smile and walk into the house. You get comfortable on the couch in the living area while she closes the door and comes up to where you're sitting. "Moonie didn't want to come along?" She asks as she goes back to folding the laundry you had caught her in the midst of. "No, it's just me today." You spoke. "Let me put on some tea, and we'll have a good ol' mother-daughter chat. What d'ya say?" She smiles. "Yes. That sounds like a great plan." You smiled.

You both sat at the kitchen island, sipping on peppermint tea and mindlessly talking about things and catching up. You had yet to tell her. "Darling, let's stop beating around the bush, shall we?" Anne says to you. You freeze. She couldn't have known, but she definitely knows what's up.

"Harry came to talk to me the night he proposed." You looked down at your cup shamefully. Anne reached out to place her palm on yours, "I know. He told me." She smiles sadly.

"Yeah, and I can't live here anymore knowing how he feels." You whisper. "Are you going to tell him?" Anne seems calm like she understands how this must feel. "No." You look up at her with tears welling up in your eyes.

She gets up from across the table and comes around to where you are seated. She reaches out to you, and you lean into her and hold her waist, silently crying.

"Everything will fall in place, my child."

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You travelled a lot the following month, so it was easier to avoid Harry after that conversation you had. You had spent countless nights crying into your pillow. You knew you had to go back to therapy. You couldn't slip now. You had been doing so well.

Moonie was supposed to stay with you tonight. Harry would be dropping her off from ballet any moment now. You had been avoiding him ever since the incident between you too. You couldn't bear to look at him or Lisa. You just made up excuses most Fridays, some of which you were travelling, so it wasn't that big a deal. You were home to spend time with your girl and back to the office. Today, you'd just have to suck it up and face him. You didn't know what you'd say, but you couldn't avoid him forever. The thought alone had your stomach-churning. Suddenly the tacos you had for lunch didn't seem to be such a great idea. You walked into the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of cold water. You took an icepack from the fridge and carried both the items, and sat back on the couch with your head leaned back. You checked your phone for the time, and just in time, the bell rang. You got up from the sofa and walked up to the door. Opened the door to find Moonie, Harry and Lisa, all standing in front of you. You could see her ring glistening even in the porch light outside your home.

Suddenly you felt lightheaded and reached for the doorframe to steady yourself. Before you could think, you sunk down. But Harry was quick to catch you. Harry knelt beside you and laid your head on his lap, "It's okay, you're okay." He said softly. "Lisa! could you bring her some water, please". That's the last thing you heard before you passed out.

He was still standing behind you. "Are you feeling ill?" You rolled your eyes at him, you tried to sit up, and he helps you. "No, I think it's just the travelling." His eyes softened at your comment, "I've been calling you; you know? Why didn't you answer any of my calls?" He asks.

What were you supposed to say to that? I'm sorry that you want to leave your fiancé for me? Instead, you just shrugged. "I've been busy, Harry. Actually, I don't feel so good right now, so could we maybe talk about this later?" You turned to look at him. He moved backwards and out of your way to give you some room. "Yeah, sure. Can I get you something? I can stay with you for a few hours." He asked. "No. That won't be necessary, Harry. Please go home."

You walk into the living room and find Lisa making a cup of tea. "Hey, you feeling any better?" She smiles at you. She pours the tea into a cup and brings it over to you, "It always helped me, so I figured why not?" You thank her and take the cup from her.

"Yeah, I think it's just the stress from travelling so much. I'll be okay in a few days. I think I'm going to turn in." You asked. "Of course, darling. You just feel better, okay?" She smiles at you. "Honey, Let's head home and give this one some time to rest." She walks up to Harry and puts her arm around him, and sweetly pecks his cheek. He smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah, I'll just go say goodbye to her", And he walks towards your daughter's room.

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Harry : I need to see you, please.

You: Come over after dinner today.

Harry: See you x

"Are we going to talk about what happened?" He raises an eyebrow at you. "I think we're past the stage of talking at this point." You sigh. "What do you mean?" He asks. He's furrowing his brows at you like he does when he's concerned about something.

"I'm leaving, Harry."

"What."

"Yeah, I have been planning it for 2 months now. I don't know how long I'll be gone."

"I came to tell you that I ended things with Lisa, and I wanted to give us a real shot. Give Moonie an actual shot at a family."

"I don't need to tell you anything, really. We can figure out the details of how we're going to manage custody later over text or call."

"So you're just going to leave your daughter go to god knows where?" He asks you.

"I can't be here anymore, Harry. This opportunity will bring countless more opportunities for Moonie and me. And I need to do this for myself. Now, if you will please." You show him the door.

That was the last time you'd see Harry for a long time. But that's something he didn't need to know.

You didn't know if you'd be able to go through with it. But it had to be done. If Harry were to leave Lisa or not, it had to be on his terms, not because he was in love with you.

A few months later

When you told Anne about your plan, she wasn't exactly on board. But she understood, and she loved you. So, of course, she brought you to her farmhouse for you to stay. You and Luna made an agreement that she wouldn't tell her Pa that you're camping out here. Anne would bring her down on weekends. You'd found a strange confidante in your daughter. Not that you'd go into the details of your relationship with Harry, but she understood many things that you didn't give her credit for. That's how you spent the past few months. Getting to know your daughter, who hadn't been a stranger to your problems with Harry, even though that's how you wanted it to be.

You were sipping your morning coffee as you check your emails for anything you had lined up for the day. The date was looming over you, and you just needed to be as distracted as to not think about the wedding happening right now. You need to occupy yourself with work. So, you open the email folder and find an email from Lisa. She has tried to reach out to your multiple times on call and via text, but you always make an excuse about work or being sick. With time she stopped reaching out so often, and you felt less guilty for moving away.

Dear Leyla,

I can't say I haven't missed you these past few months. Hope you're well. I'm getting married today, and you're not here. In a way, I get why you left. But I just wanted to let you know that I wanted you here, just as much Moonie and Harry. Especially him. But you already knew that, didn't you?

With time, I hope he loves me just as much you love him.

Love,

Lisa.

You couldn't stop crying now. You knew that she knew.

[mysterioushogwartsrequests]

Would you do a slight NSFW Draco Malfoy imagine of him dating a Slytherin who's good friends with Hermione, Ron and Harry and she manages to convince Draco to go to the Three Broomsticks with the Golden Trio and be cordial with them since she's promised him some alone time if he's nice to them since she wants them to see that he's not all bad because they don't get what she sees him in?

Hello! This one took forever to write, I lowkey got stumped and I couldn’t figure out how to write the ending, lol. I didn’t want to go all-in so this is what I came up with. I love Draco Malfoy so I want to do him justice!

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Draco watched as (Y/N) (L/N) adjusted her lipstick in his dormitory mirror, studying her silhouette as she bent over his dresser. As an upcoming superstar for the Slytherin Quidditch Team, (Y/N) was quite popular and often found herself being the center of attention. But once the school caught wind of her relationship with the Draco Malfoy, it did not take long for them to be considered the power couple of Slytherin House. However, despite sharing a perfectly healthy relationship, there were a few students that questioned (Y/N)’s partner of choice.

These complaints came from the three most determined students of Gryffindor House. Despite being in separate houses, the Golden Trio and (Y/N) managed to become great friends, effectively breaking the hateful stereotype between Gryffindor and Slytherin relationships. During their second year, (Y/N) found herself in quite the predicament when she fell off a borrowed broom hours past curfew. She spent a fair amount of time sprawled across the training grounds staring up at the starry sky trying to ignore the excruciating pain of her broken arm. It was then that Harry, Ron, and Hermione stumbled upon her still body as they pursued the mystery of the Chamber of Secrets. Hermione Granger was the first to approach her, momentarily scolding (Y/N) for breaking the rules before examining the extent of her wounds.

Harry and Ron followed cautiously behind Hermione, the two of them exchanging worried looks before kneeling beside (Y/N).

“It’ll be alright,” said Ron with a sympathetic smile, “We’ll take care of you.” 

From that day on the four of them were inseparable. Which was a natural outcome when a group fabricated lies to fool Madam Pomfrey or any other staff member, for that matter. When they were not chasing dangerous creatures within Hogwarts, they often spent their time near the Quidditch Pitch, with Harry and Ron teaching (Y/N) the basics of the game while Hermione reviewed her books from the ground. As time went on (Y/N), and Hermione calmly listened to Harry and Ron’s rants about Draco Malfoy and how much they despised him. 

Being from the same house as Draco Malfoy, (Y/N) often found herself conflicted between choosing her friends and abiding by the “your house is like your family” statement. She could not think of one occasion where Malfoy had been rude to her directly, but she could not excuse his behavior towards her friends. It was not until Professor Snape paired them up for a Potions essay that (Y/N) and Draco began learning more about each other. Draco was used to boasting and putting on a show in front of other students, but he quickly realized that (Y/N) would not succumb to his usual tricks.

Draco lay comfortably against his bed, his arms crossed behind his head as his eyes landed on the plaid pleated skirt his loving girlfriend decided to wear for their Hogsmeade trip. (Y/N) looked at Draco’s reflection, a devious smile playing at her lips as she bent forwards, giving her boyfriend a better view of what he quietly desired. At this movement, Draco clicked his tongue and scowled in her direction, swiftly rising from his four-poster, and making his way towards her. 

“Little nymph,” uttered Draco against her ear, rubbing small circles against her hips as she straightened up, “We could just stay. Avoid the trouble... and have a little fun ourselves.” Under different circumstances, Draco would have been thrilled to visit Hogsmeade with his beloved, but he knew they would not be spending the afternoon alone. 

(Y/N) cleared her throat, her eyes landing on the silver “I” on Draco’s robes before excellently replicating Professor Umbridge’s high-pitched voice, “Boys and girls are not permitted to be within eight inches of each other,” she teased, leaning back into Draco’s grip as he scoffed. Spinning her around, Draco lifted her onto his dresser, pushing her skirt up farther up her thighs. 

“I’d like to think I can change your tune rather quickly,” Draco snapped, pressing chaste kisses against the smooth skin of her neck, “I’ll never understand how you imitate that woman so perfectly” he added, earning a giggle from (Y/N).

“One of my many talents,” retaliated (Y/N), wrapping her arms around Draco’s neck, “You know, I can’t help but think this is your way of distracting me” she added, twirling small strands of his platinum blonde hair.

“Ugh,” groaned Draco, “I just don’t understand why we have to spend our Saturday with Potter and his stupid friends,” he spat but quickly scowled at (Y/N)’s hurt expression. 

“I’ve told you before, Draco,” (Y/N) frowned, “They’re my friends too and I wish for us to get along. It took me a while to convince them, but they’ve agreed to give you one more chance,” she said, placing her hand against her boyfriend’s cheek, “I want them to see the real you, the Draco I fell in love with.”

Draco turned his head away from (Y/N) but held her hand to acknowledge her words. Despite being together for a little over a year, he still found it quite difficult to let his guard down completely. He supposed it was due to his family’s teachings and the expectations of his Father, but throughout his relationship with (Y/N), he came to realize there were far more important matters. One of them being keeping (Y/N) (L/N) safe and content. 

“Fine,” Draco uttered, his grey eyes meeting hers, “I’ll do it for you, Darling” he added, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead before capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. (Y/N) smiled against his kiss, pressing her forehead against his once he pulled away. 

“I appreciate it, Draco,” She whispered, pressing a light kiss against the tip of his nose, “and don’t forget, I promised you a little reward if you behave.” (Y/N) added seductively, leading Draco’s hands underneath her short skirt. 

Draco hummed contently, harshly squeezing the back of her thighs and lifting her against his body, her legs wrapping instinctively over his hips, “Well then, I’ll make sure to be on my best behavior,” He said, kissing her once again and setting her down in front of him, “We better get going, it’s not polite to keep them waiting.”

(Y/N) laughed at his change of behavior, taking one final look in the mirror, and heading towards the door. A loud smack suddenly filled the room, earning a small yelp of surprise from (Y/N), “Draco!” she exclaimed, turning to face her seemingly innocent boyfriend, “Why don’t you save the spanking for later?” she teased as Draco chuckled. 

“Alright, alright,” He added, raising his arms defensively, “but you are aware of how much I adore those little skirts you wear.”

(Y/N) opened the door of the boys’ dormitory and took another glance back at Draco, “and that is exactly why I wear them,” She winked and scurried down the stairs, filling the stairwell with her giggles as Draco chased behind her. 

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Meanwhile, at the Three Broomsticks, Ron Weasley let out his fourth impatient huff of the afternoon, leaning his hand into his palm with a noticeable scowl on his face. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he grumbled, taking another swig of his Butterbeer as they waited. 

Hermione sighed once again, “Ron, this is for (Y/N), just try to give him a chance.” Even though she was attempting to sound positive, Hermione could not help feel wary of what was to come. They had never seen eye to eye with Draco Malfoy and his new position on Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad made the situation even more cumbersome. 

“Ron’s right, Hermione,” added Harry, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back into his seat, “I find it hard to believe that Malfoy has a ‘good’ side.” Hermione scoffed at his words, glaring at the crabby boys beside her, “Oh, stop it!” exclaimed Hermione, “You two know how much (Y/N) cares for him, we at least have to make the effort to talk to him.” Ron and Harry looked towards each other, exchanging abhorrent looks until Hermione elbowed them both. 

“Bloody hell, Hermione!” exclaimed Ron, tenderly rubbing his aching side, but quickly shut up once he noticed the presence of his friend (Y/N) and her boyfriend. Hermione quickly rose from her seat and greeted (Y/N) with a tight hug before awkwardly turning to face the silent Draco Malfoy. 

“Hello, Draco” she greeted, extending her hand for him to shake. Draco shifted his eyes towards (Y/N) who gave an encouraging nod as he gripped Hermione’s outstretched hand. 

“Hello, Granger,” He replied, a meek smile playing at his lips as he turned towards the boys sitting at the booth, “Weasley, Potter, good to see you.” 

Ron absentmindedly let his jaw drop, hesitantly replying “Erm- Good to see you too, Malfoy”, carelessly scratching his head as Hermione returned to her seat beside him. Harry, however, did not speak, he only acknowledged Draco with a subtle nod of the head as he sipped his Butterbeer. Draco smiled towards (Y/N), pulling a chair out and gesturing for her to take a seat, “I’ll go order us some more drinks,” He stated, kissing the top of his girlfriend’s head before sauntering away.

  Ron watched Draco go in shock, “good to see you?!” he whispered harshly, slapping his hand against his forehead, “I sound like a prat!”. Hermione scowled once again, shooting a reassuring look towards (Y/N), “Ron’s just getting used to this, I’m sure he’ll behave once Draco returns” she stated comfortingly, taking (Y/N)’s hand into hers with a smile, “But honestly, I didn’t expect him to say that either.”

(Y/N) laughed, patting the top of Hermione’s hand as she glanced back at Draco at the bar, “I told you he was polite,” she added with a grin, “You just have to get to know him.” With nearly perfect timing, Draco returned and took a seat next to his girlfriend, wrapping his arm around the back of her chair. Ron examined the situation carefully, his protective instinct rising as Malfoy got closer to his friend.

“Madam Rosmerta will bring our drinks soon, I also requested an assortment of pastries” Draco spoke out, lacing his fingers with (Y/N)’s underneath the wooden table, “My treat,” he added, earning a satisfied smile from his girlfriend. 

Some of Ron’s animosity disappeared at the mention of free food and he gave a small nod of appreciation towards Draco, “Thanks, Malfoy” he uttered, looking towards Harry and Hermione who were also having a difficult time understanding this “new” side of Malfoy. 

A wave of silence fell over them. It seemed like they were unsure of who should speak first, but upon feeling the gentle squeeze of (Y/N)’s hand, Draco cleared his throat, “So, (Y/N) tells me you two taught her how to play Quidditch,” he added, nodding his head towards Harry and Ron curiously. 

“Uh, yeah,” Harry replied, speaking up for the first time since the couple’s arrival, “(Y/N)’s a natural though, it didn’t take long for her to learn the basics.” 

“That reminds me,” added Ron, grinning as Madame Rosmerta set down their freshly baked pastries and full goblets of Butterbeer, “(Y/N), you haven’t told us your favorite Quidditch team! I think you should have a pretty good idea at this point,” he said, bringing his cup to his lips to take a generous gulp. 

(Y/N) took the opportunity to play a joke on her friends, taking a bite of her warm apple tart before saying, “Why! The Chudley Cannons, of course!” 

Harry immediately regretted taking such a big drink, choking on the liquid before (Y/N) even finished her sentence. Hermione let out a panicked squeal, patting Harry’s back as he violently coughed, “T-The Chudley Cannons?! Have you gone mad?!” He exclaimed tearfully, looking towards (Y/N) in bewilderment. 

Ron subtly placed his hand over his mouth, concealing his smile as Harry finished up his coughing fit. Draco, on the other hand, could not hide his amusement and snickered at Potter’s antics. (Y/N) burst laughing at Harry’s reaction, quickly shaking her head, “I was just pulling your leg! The Chudley Cannons are complete rubbish!” 

Ron let out an angry scoff, “Hey! It is just a management problem! The players are quite good!” He defended while Harry violently shook his head. 

“I’m glad it was just a joke, I was ready to take you to Madam Pomfrey” Harry exclaimed, dabbing his mouth with a napkin and sinking back into his seat.

“And what would she have done?” Hermione asked dubiously, taking a bite of a pumpkin pasty.

“Unless she knew a cure for madness, she would not have been much help,” chuckled Draco as he sipped his Butterbeer, earning a noticeable smile from Ron and Hermione. 

Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed pastry off the tray, “Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled in annoyance, “She could’ve examined (Y/N)’s head or something, I don’t know”

“Who do you follow then, Potter?” Asked Draco curiously, wrapping his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders as they continued their conversation. 

“Uh-” Harry paused, caught off-guard by his question“Well, the Bulgarian team has some great players, but I’d say it’s between them and Ireland” He admitted, recalling the 1994 Quidditch World Cup, “Can’t say I have a favorite, though” 

“The Gryffindor team is definitely your favorite,” teased (Y/N), “but that is a bit biased since you are their Seeker.”

Harry playfully rolled his eyes at her comment, “Can you honestly say your favorite team isn’t the Slytherin team?” He asked, pointing an accusatory finger towards (Y/N). Both she and Draco laughed, shrugging at Harry’s reasonably accurate comment, “You got me there” she admitted.

“We are quite good,” Draco admitted proudly with a nod of the head, “Never lost a match until you came along,” he added, shrugging towards Harry, “I promise we’ll beat you next time, (Y/N) and I have been training non-stop.” 

Harry snickered at Draco’s comment, “We’ll see about that, Malfoy,” he grinned, “I’m not going to let you off easy just because you’re with (Y/N).” 

Draco clicked his tongue in amusement, “I want a fair match, Potter.” He stated sternly, “I wouldn’t be satisfied if I won a match just because you threw it” 

“Then we’ll settle this on the field,” Harry stated confidently, raising his Butterbeer in satisfaction and finishing it off. 

After a surprisingly pleasant outing, the five of them walked back towards the castle, hoping Professor Umbridge would not catch them sneaking in the extra special butterbeer Madam Rosmerta brewed per Draco’s request (and compensation, of course). Disregarding educational decree number twenty-six, Draco snaked his arm around (Y/N)’s waist, pulling her closer to him as they strode towards the Great Hall. Once there, Hermione gave (Y/N) a hug as they happily exchanged goodbyes for the evening. Draco and (Y/N) gave the Golden Trio one final wave before turning towards the direction of the Slytherin common room, making their way there quicker and more excitedly than usual.  

Delighted to find his dormitory empty, Draco urged his girlfriend into the room and swiftly locked the door. Although he would not give her the satisfaction of knowing this information, he actually had a great evening at Hogsmeade with (Y/N) and her friends. However, this realization did not deter Draco’s excitement as he recalled his dear girlfriend’s promise before they left. 

Placing a hand against the small of her back, Draco pushed (Y/N)’s stomach against the dresser she used to tease him earlier. “I’d say I put forth my very best manners today, wouldn’t you agree?” He muttered against her ear, earning a small gasp from her as one of his hands gripped her hip and the other sneaked towards the buttons of her shirt. A sultry moan slid past (Y/N)’s lips as Draco’s hips ground against her clothed behind. 

Encouraged by her noises, Draco wrapped his fingers underneath her chin and lifted it so their eyes met in the mirror, “Should I take that as a yes?” He asked huskily, pressing a kiss against her cheek as he gave her throat a squeeze.

 The boldness she exhibited earlier quickly cast out the window as she gave a rather desperate nod, enthralled by Draco’s movements. (Y/N)’s mind had strayed farther than she had expected it to. It did not matter how confident she acted before their usual teasing started, as soon as his expertly calculated movements began, she became putty in his hands. The feeling of his fingers tracing lines up her thigh until they were hidden under her skirt made her heart beat wildly. Draco carefully inched his fingers up her inner thigh, ghosting them over her dampening core, but moved them away without pressing them into her. Shifting her hips, (Y/N) let out another small whine as she attempted to at least brush herself on Draco’s fingers, earning a small tut from him.  

“Cat got your tongue, Princess?” inquired Draco, his hands moving to flip her skirt up, exposing the flimsy black lace underwear she flashed earlier, “I’m not going to do anything until I hear that pretty little beg of yours…” he added, removing his hands from her body and loosening his emerald green tie, his school robes discarded at his side. Draco’s words sent shivers down (Y/N)’s spine, his low tone forcing her thighs together to provide some friction, something her observant boyfriend had taken note of. 

“Oi, where are your manners?” he retorted, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. Fed up with her silence, Draco slapped his hand against her exposed ass cheek, the cold, silver rings decorating his fingers adding another layer of pleasure as she gasped harshly. “I’m not going to ask you again,” With that, Draco hooked his index fingers underneath the lacy fabric and yanked it down her ankles, her arousal on full display. 

“I-I’m- Please, Draco,” (Y/N) whined out, squeezing her thighs together in front of him, “I need you, please touch me..!” She begged, another gasp overtaking her as Draco swiped two fingers against her folds. 

“That’s a good girl,” He praised, dipping the press a kiss against the back of her neck, smirking at her moans as he finally inserted a finger inside of her, “Keep making those noises for me and I’ll reward you” demanded Draco, lowering himself onto his knees as he pumped his fingers. Flattening his tongue against her folds, (Y/N) let out a sensual moan, her hands reaching for the corners of the dresser in an attempt to anchor her shaking legs. Draco smirked as (Y/N) shuddered at the sudden loss of contact, rising to his feet while he fiddled with his belt, “Let’s get started then, shall we?” He stated, kicking his trousers away and gripping (Y/N)’s hips tightly, her skirt pushed up to her waist as he ground his erection against her needy core. 

As their moans and groans echoed throughout the empty room, Draco could not help but think about giving in to her requests more often. If all of them ended with her writhing and calling his name underneath him, he did not have any qualms with entertaining Potter and his friends for the afternoon.

[just-a-poor-boy-queen]

Jim was startled awake by the buzzing of the intercom and could barely keep back a yawn as he dragged himself off the sofa and sloped towards the front door, his “quick kip” having turned into an hour-long nap. He wondered who would be visiting this time of the day. Freddie was away doing a photoshoot and Khaleel was at school, so he hadn’t been expecting any visitors.

‘Who is it?’ He mumbled sleepily into the intercom.

‘It’s me.’ A familiar voice replied.

Mary had started making a habit of popping around in the afternoon, even if she knew Freddie wasn’t there. Jim would make her a cup of tea and they would sit in the kitchen or the garden, chatting for a couple of hours. It seemed to be her way of extending an olive branch, and as odd as he sometimes found her, Jim was happy enough to oblige; having Mary as a friend was preferable to the hostility that once existed between them.

But when Mary stepped through the front door, Jim immediately sensed that something was amiss. The woman looked nervous, clutching a large carrier bag in her hands as her eyes darted around the hallway with uncertainty, like she was expecting a tiger to spring out of nowhere.

‘It’s lovely to see you.’ Jim took one of her hands in his own and pressed a kiss against her cheek, which seemed to pacify her, if only slightly. ‘Is everything alright?’

Mary hesitated, before giving him a rather forced smile. ‘Yes, everything’s fine.’ She glanced around again. ‘Freddie’s not here, is he?’

‘He has a photoshoot today.’

‘Oh, yes. Of course he does.’

Jim frowned, his thumb extending to gently stroke her knuckles reassuringly. ‘Are you sure you’re alright?’

She seemed tempted to lie again but must have realised that doing so would be pointless. She sighed and gave Jim’s hand a squeeze. ‘I need to talk to you about something.’

Jim took her through to the lounge, calling for Phoebe to put the kettle on for them all. He sat on one of the sofas beside Mary, noting how she fiddled with the carrier bag before setting it at her feet. Whatever was in it seemed to be the source of her discomfort.

‘Freddie’s parents have been in contact with me.’ She finally announced, taking Jim by surprise.

‘Ah.’ The Irishman now understood why she had been so wary about Freddie being present. ‘I see.’

‘I didn’t say anything because I knew Freddie would hit the roof if he found out I’ve been speaking to them. But they were desperate for my help and I didn’t know what else to do.’

‘You could have said no.’ Jim muttered, though he immediately felt like an ass when he saw Mary cringe with guilt. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. But he’s cut them off for a reason, Mary. They almost cost us our son.’

‘I know, I know. I’m so sorry, Jim.’ Her cheeks went pink and for a moment Jim was worried she might cry. ‘What they did to you and Freddie was unforgiveable. But they really regret their actions. They just want to talk to Freddie, tell him they’re sorry, explain.’

‘I don’t want to hear their explanations and neither does Freddie.’ Jim replied firmly. ‘There’s nothing to discuss. They did what they did, and there’s nothing they can say or do to redeem themselves. I know you’re just trying to help, Mary, but they’ve hurt Freddie enough. I won’t stand by and let them do it again. You tell them that if they truly care about Freddie, they’ll stay away.’

Mary nodded sadly. ‘I had a feeling you’d say that. I can’t say I blame you. Jer and Bomi have always been good to me but sometimes I think they blame me for not keeping Freddie “in check” so to say. Honestly, at times it felt as though they expected me to wave a bloody magic wand and just stop their son from being gay.’

‘They’re products of their time.’ Replied Jim with a sigh. ‘They’re good people, but if they can’t accept Freddie for who he is, then they can’t be a part of his life. Freddie’s tired of leading a double life, having to pretend he’s something he’s not for their comfort. His illness made him realise that life is too short to live by other people’s standards. I had hoped his parents would understand that but clearly they don’t.’

Silence overcame the pair, only interrupted when Phoebe walked in with a tray of tea and biscuits. The three of them fell into pleasant conversation for the next few hours, though Jim could tell that Mary had been upset by the whole ordeal and he made a point of holding her hand to comfort her. After Phoebe cleared away the dishes and retired to the conservatory, Jim escorted Mary to the front door, his eye falling upon the plastic carrier bag that she was still clinging to like a lifeline.

‘What’s in the bag?’ He enquired, ignoring his mother’s voice at the back of his mind reprimanding him for being nosy.

With great hesitation, Mary reached into the bag and pulled out a large baby blue quilt, holding it up so Jim could see. It appeared to be hand-knitted, embroidered with floral patterns and tiny white birds. In the middle, the word BIJOU had been sewn in thick, calligraphed letters.

‘Khaleel’s blanket.’ Jim observed, feeling his heart sink to the bottom of his ribcage.

‘She wants him to have it.’ Mary said softly, her eyes slightly moist. ‘In case she never gets to see him again.’

Jim knew that he should turn it down. He wasn’t going to be manipulated into feeling sorry for his in-laws, especially after everything that had happened. But he remembered the look of excitement on Khaleel’s face whenever he came back from Dādī and Dādā’s house and gleefully updated him on the progress of his new blanket. The child would sit and watch Jer knit for hours, following every rise and dip of the needle as if he was in a trance. Even two years later, he still asked about the blanket, confused as to why Dādī hadn’t finished it yet, why they never went around to Jer and Bomi’s for tea at the weekend anymore. Denying his poor boy the last remaining tie to his beloved grandparents seemed unacceptably cruel.

‘Thank you, Mary.’ Jim took the blanket, folding it up with the greatest of care. ‘I appreciate you telling me. I wish this could have turned out differently.’

‘Me too.’ Mary replied. ‘I’m sorry, Jim. Please, tell Freddie I’m sorry too.’

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Jim had just sent Khaleel up to brush his teeth when he heard keys turning in the front door and the familiar sound of his husband’s voice calling, ‘darling, I’m home!’

He sighed, pulling out the blanket from where he had hidden it in the drinks cabinet and smoothed it out on the sofa, preparing himself for the row that was inevitably coming his way.

‘You won’t believe the day I’ve had.’ Freddie drawled as he glided into the lounge. ‘Roger came in with a raging hangover, so we all had to wait until he’d drank a litre of coffee before we-’

He cut off as soon as he noticed the blanket, the smile immediately disappearing from his face. Jim expected him to start screaming and shouting right then and there but he didn’t say a word. He seemed frozen, so shocked he couldn’t utter a syllable.

When he finally did speak, his voice was low and dangerous. ‘What the hell is that doing here?’

‘Mary brought it over.’ Jim said calmly. ‘Your mother gave it to her to give to Khaleel. She wants him to have it.’

More silence. Freddie wasn’t often left speechless, but right now he seemed genuinely lost for words. Jim could only imagine what was going through his head; all the suppressed memories that were suddenly resurfacing, coiling around his brain like a venomous snake.

‘Get rid of it.’ Freddie whispered.

‘We can’t keep this from him.’ Jim replied, being mindful not to raise his voice. ‘You know how much this blanket means to Khaleel. If he ever finds out we kept it from him, he’ll never forgive us.’

‘I want it gone!’ Freddie snapped, hands balling into fists like a stubborn child. ‘Why the fuck did you accept it? Why the fuck did Mary bring it? Who the hell does she think she is?’

He abruptly turned and started marching towards the phone, grabbing the handset, and stabbing at the buttons furiously.

‘Freddie, what are you doing?’

‘What does it look like I’m doing?’ Freddie growled, ‘I’m going to give that backstabber a piece of my mind! Hello, Piers? Put Mary on the phone. I don’t care if she’s asleep, put her on the phone right now-!’

‘Freddie!’ Jim snatched the handset and slammed it back on the receiver, startling the Persian man. ‘Don’t blame Mary for this. Your parents put her in an awkward position, and she did what she thought was right. I understand why you’re upset, and you have every right to be! But don’t take it out on her.’

Freddie scoffed. ‘Since when are you two the best of friends? She knows what my parents did to us, yet she’s willing to do their dirty work for them.’

‘She was just trying to help. She thought this might help you reconcile with them if you saw how much they care.’

‘If they really cared about me, they would have come themselves; instead, they’re using my ex-girlfriend as a fucking middleman!’

‘You know I resent them as much as you do, but we can’t go on lying to Khaleel forever. He hasn’t seen his grandparents in two years, Freddie. He’s always asking when we’re going to see Dādī and Dādā again, and I can barely look him in the eye when I use the old “they’re busy” excuse. One day, he’s going to find out what really happened, and he’ll resent us for not telling him the truth.’

‘And how the hell do you explain to a seven-year-old that his own grandparents don’t value him as much as his cousins because he’s adopted, and his parents are poofs? Please tell me Jim because I’d love to know! You don’t think I want to tell him the truth? Do you think I enjoy lying to his face whenever he asks about them? I’m so glad you have such a high opinion of me, darling!’

Freddie’s dark eyes swivelled to the blanket, sparkling with tears, and filled with hate; he suddenly grabbed it, making a beeline for the fireplace only to be intercepted by Jim.

‘Freddie, don’t.’ Jim begged, his grip firm on the blanket, though he made sure not to pull it in fear that it might tear. ‘Don’t do it. You’ll never forgive yourself.’

‘Fuck off!’ Freddie spat, tugging in an effort to get it out of Jim’s hands. ‘I don’t want any trace of those people in my house! If you truly loved me, you’d understand!’

Jim froze, his hold on the blanket loosening. Then he released it altogether.

‘Fine.’ He said coldly, in a voice that made Freddie feel like a ghost had passed through him. ‘Go ahead. Burn the damn thing. But when Khaleel asks me when his blanket is coming, I’m not going to lie to him anymore. You can explain to him that you tossed it into the fire. So, go ahead. Do it.’

Freddie stared at the flames determinedly, Jim’s words doing somersaults in his head. His fingers itched to just throw the quilt and watch it burn but picturing the look of heartbreak on Khaleel’s face deterred him from doing so.

‘Fuck.’ He hissed, tearing away from the fireplace, and fleeing the lounge.

Fucking Jim, he thought as he tore up the staircase, swearing under his breath as he made it to the landing and stormed towards the airing cupboard, fucking fucking Jim.

He threw open the cupboard door and was about to bundle the blanket behind the towels when he noticed the words that had been sewn into it.

BIJOU

Tears pooled into Freddie’s eyes. Almost instinctively, he brought the blanket close to his face and softly inhaled. It smelled of lavender and the spices Mama used for cooking. It smelled like home.

Freddie furiously wiped his eyes and shoved the blanket right into the far end of the cupboard.

Part 34 of the Jimercury kid series

Oof, you weren't lying when you said that angst was on its way for our favourite family. Firstly, Freddie's parents reaching out to Mary and trying to make her act like a pacifier, instead of say, Kash, is very plausible, especially after Kash's indirect involvement in the entire fiasco.

This is honestly such a tough decision for Freddie, and Jim too. No matter how big an olive branch his parents extend, the shadow of their actions will always loom over their relationship. I really feel for our two dads. And it's definitely not an easy thing to explain to Khaleel, either. But should they give it a shot? Or is it better to keep from their son the fact that his grandparents were the cause of his trauma?

I just love how well you're able to convey the emotions of your characters in such few words. I could not only see, but also feel their pain, and oof... hats off to you for being so evocative with your words.

I really cannot wait to see what happens next💙

(More drabbles by writer anon)

(All the parts of this series can also be found under the tag #freddie and jim and their baby on this blog)

[charlieswanwhore]

She (Ginny Weasley x Sapphic! Reader)

notes: can you tell im in love with Ginny Weasley? also my first post in MONTHS im so sorry

masterlist

warning: none :) the end if kind of rushed sry

I'd never tell No, I'd never say a word And oh, it aches But it feels oddly good to hurt

Your soft voice bounced around the stone walls of your dorm. Your hands were raw at this point from playing the guitar and writing for hours. You finally finished the song you had written that expressed your feelings. Humming along while tuning your guitar, you were startled by your best friend and dormmate, Ginny Weasley.

“You’re really good, you know,” her low voice comes from behind you. Looking back at the dorm entrance you saw her coolly leaned against the arch, books in hand, school robes keeping her warm.

Shit. She heard you? You literally wanted anything but anyone to hear it.

Trying to not show too much shock, you muttered a nervous thank you. “Oh, yea, thanks, Gin,” Ginny smiled then ran to the four poster next to yours, sitting directly across from you. “How much of it did you hear?”

“Most of the song, I reckon,” Shitshitshitshit. “Well, I mean, not really. I heard your voice but I couldn’t really hear any of the words since I was just down the hall.” Ginny smiled. She had no clue you were singing a song about her. Thank Godric. Relief washed over you until she spoke up again, “Will you play it for me?”

“Play what?” You were dumbstruck with stress still that your mind went blank.

“The song you were just playing,” Ginny giggled and gave eyes of encouragement. That giggle triggered the butterflies to be let out into your stomach, fluttering around as if it is the first time they have seen day. Her laugh was always one of your favorite things. 

“Oh! Yeah, duh. Um, I-I don’t know. I mean, it isn’t gr-” you scrambled to make excuses but Ginny interrupted.

“Oh come on, Y/N. I know it’s amazing. Besides, I am your best friend, I won’t judge even if it was bloody awful,” she grabbed your hand while talking you up. You stared at your hand holding her paled, freckled one. Now you were more nervous than ever. 

You shut your eyes before sighing, “Fine! Fine! But you owe me a butterbeer from the Three Broomsticks today,” you pointed at her with stern eyes. Taking in a deep breath before going to strum you saw her get comfortable and wear the biggest smile ever. You soon blushed but the nerves flooded you again. “Ginny, are you sure? My throat is a litt-”.

“Y/N!” she giggled before you responded defensively with an ‘OK’.

Ginny was patient as you got into your zone of focus. After what felt like forever for you, your fingers began to strum. You were doing it, you were playing her the song. Out of nerves to start the lyrics, you played the beginning intro a few too many times before the lyrics spewed from your mouth. You saw from the corner of your eye that Ginny grinned bigger as she saw your mouth open.

Am I allowed, to look at her like that?

And just like that, Ginny’s expression changed at the word “her.” It wasn’t a negative expression, just a curious one. A curious look that was almost permanently on their mutual friend Luna Lovegood’s face. Ginny mouthed the word “her” before tuning into you singing the rest of the song.

Could it be wrong, when she’s just so nice to look at?

This was the point in Ginny’s head that solidified the idea that you were singing about a girl and that she didn’t hear you wrong the first time. There was initial shock at first but overall acceptance to her best friend.

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep She tastes like pumpkin juice and peach Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture And she means everything to me, oh

That was the verse that you were scared to sing to Ginny the most. 

Your head flashed to the day you and Ginny learned about amortentia with their Potions class. Everyone in the class announced what they smelled, but when it got to you, you had to think fast to cover up your answer which would make it almost obviously that you smelled Ginny. “I smell cologne and... today’s breakfast,” your whole class giggled. 

Ginny poked you in the ribs, “Almost no one ate whatever it was that they gave us for breakfast,” she pondered, “except Ron.” Her eyes went wide when she thought she put together puzzle pieces. “You like Ron!” she whispered, not quiet enough for us to not earn a glare from the Professor, though. You shrugged, you wanted her off the topic. You began to listen to the rest of your class announce what they smell, pretending that what you said didn’t matter. 

And I'll be okay admiring from afar 'Cause even when she's next to me We could not be more far apart

It was true. Although you and Ginny were attached at the hip and knew almost everything about each other, you could not feel more distanced. It wasn’t anything that was Ginny’s fault. It was your own. You were keeping a secret from her. And it wasn’t a secret such as ‘Once I wore your favorite jumper without asking,’ it was that you were in love with her. Hell, Ginny didn’t even know that you liked girls. You created such a large wall to protect yourself and your friendship with Ginny. 

And she tastes like birthday cake and storytime and fall But to her, I taste of nothing at all

Your voice got especially raw at that last lyric. You knew she fancied Harry. You knew she only saw you as a friend. You were never more than a friend. Honestly, you had no clue whether or not Ginny would ever swing your way, but you always assumed that she wouldn’t, you did so to protect your feelings.

Ginny was still grinning. Though she had a curious look on her face, she also looked proud. Which, honestly, you are proud of yourself. You are proud of singing in front of her, for coming out to her, and maybe, if it works out, you’ll be proud of being hers.  

And she means everything to me Yes, she means everything to me She means everything to me

You closed out the song slowly. You emotions were on edge. You were proud, sad, curious, nervous, and happy all at the same time. Once the guitar stopped vibrating with noise, Ginny began to vocalize her thoughts.

“Y/N! That was so beautiful! The lyrics, your voice... and ‘she’? Y/N! Why didn’t I know?!” she jumped to her feet and softly clapped. You sure hope she meant you liking girls, not being madly in love with her. 

Blushing, you messily thank her, “Oh- I- I- Thanks, Gin, I really appreciate it,” you awkwardly said, putting your guitar away as Ginny sat next to you on the bed.

“Don’t avoid the question, Y/N/N” she said staring at you sternly.

“What question?” Now you were playing dumb. You wanted to end this moment as soon as possible, you prayed that your friends would come to the door any second saying that they were ready to go to Hogsmeade. 

Without forcing the harsh question, Ginny tried to guide you into answering patiently. “You know... ‘She...’ Merlin, Y/N, that you like girls!” she rolled her eyes playfully before poking you in the ribs.

“Oh...right. I don’t know, it just never came up?” you tried to dumb the situation down but you knew you weren’t going to get away with it.

“‘It never came up,’ Yeah right, Y/N! We have definitely talked about who we like before. I just thought it was Ron all this time, haha! Ron... Thank Godric you don’t fancy my brother,” she was more happy than you thought she would be. It comforted you, but you knew what her next question was going to be. 

There was a moment of comfortable silence and calming from the laughing. Ginny then broke that silence, quiet at first. “Um, who is it about? Who is ‘She’?”

There it was. The question you absolutely dreaded.

Looking at her was the scariest moment you have ever experienced. She had to be pulling your leg. You name dropped her literal scent and favorite foods. Meeting her eyes made your stomach drop. You noticed Ginny’s eyes holding a bit of sympathy welded into the curiosity. Did she know it was about her and felt bad? Was she going to be able to tell from your nervous facial expression?

Her beautiful eyes were a trance that almost took her out of her nervous and repeating thoughts. The one thing that did was a group of Gryffindors stopping at your door way.

“Ginny, Y/N, everyone is starting to leave for the Hogsmeade, you ready?” a Gryffindor boy you both were friendly with asked, a few other Gryffindors behind him. 

Both of you jumped up and scrambled to get ready, “Yea, we will be there soon, thank you for letting us know!” you said, dressing warm in a quick manner. You were thankful that your classmates interrupted the moment. You wouldn’t mind staring into Ginny’s eyes anytime except for now.

You both quickly headed down to the entrance of the school, meeting with friends. There was tension between you too, nothing negative, just awkward. You tried to wipe the last five minutes from your brain to enjoy Hogsmeade with Ginny and your friends, but negativities swirling in your head made it hard, especially when Ginny kept stealing (what looked like sympathetic) looks at you the entire trip.

***

Walking back from Hogsmeade in the winter was awful. For one, it was too cold for what warm robes everyone had on. On the other hand, Ginny was staring bullet holes into your head the entire time. You couldn’t tell if they were pity or curiosity, but to be honest, you wanted to avoid the situation of finding out as much as possible. 

Dinner in the Great Hall was going to be served in about an hour so everyone freezing down to their bones has dedicated the hour to running to their dorms and warming up as soon as possible. Ginny wasn’t an exception to that, she bolted up the stairs leaving you alone to your slow walking. You planned to walk as slow as you could and take as many detours on the moving stairs as you could. When you did walk into your dorm much later, Ginny, now dressed in warmer clothes and slippers, greeted you.

“Y/N! What took you so long? I thought you would’ve run up here to get warm!”

Your eyes shot down to the floor as you paced your way to your four poster, “Oh, just took the long route,” you shrugged, hoping she’d leave it be. 

“Y/N,” you turn around towards the voice, which has now moved right behind you. 

“Close your eyes,” Ginny said. Nervously, you close your eyes.

It is nothing but darkness for a bit. That is until you feel a tug on your neck from your scarf. That loses your focus before it is on the pair of soft lips on yours.

She was kissing you. Ginny Weasley was kissing you.

The kiss was short and sweet but enough to make you shocked and have butterflies brewing between the two of you. 

After pulling apart, Ginny speaks up, “you taste of... butterbeer and... sugar quills,” she grins softly.

You stared wide eyed at the doe eyed girl. She reads the shock on your face and is immediately filled with regret.

“Oh Godric, the song wasn’t about me, was it? I just thought so since some of the clues connected with me and I have been in love with you for two years so I guess I just assumed. Godric, this is so embarass-” Ginny’s nervous ran was cut off by a kiss between you. This kiss was longer. Your arms were around eachother, breath was running out fast. 

“It’s you, you dork. The song is about you,” you confess before kissing her once again. 

[fangirl-ramblings]

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn!reader

Summary: A return trip from Annesburg is about to change your life forever

Word count: 1520

Notes: CW: vague descriptions of wounds | Unsure how to tag this right now, Amensia Plot | Unbetaed [Any feedback is appreciated]

Tags for: @husbandits.

I was so excited when I saw that I was assigned to be your Secret Santa this year (even if i do still have a request I need to fulfill for you 🙈) I loved each item on your wishlist, but this one really jumped out at me.

"okay, so there was a post going around like last year i think where arthur had gotten amnesia and the reader took him in, and honestly i haven't been able to get it out of my head these past few months for some reason"

I couldn't find the original post you referred to, but a rough idea started to form in my head...The only problem is, this idea is so much bigger than the stories I usually write and I was starting to run out of time to get it posted for in time for the @rdr-secret-santa event (as you well know, I'm a slow writer) so...please accept my humble offering of the first chapter while I try chip away at the remaining parts.

The Best Kept Memories

[working title]

Chapter 1: Late 1899 [Oct/Nov]

All this commotion was frustrating to say the least; you'd arrived in Annesburg late yesterday afternoon, ready to pick up the supplies you'd needed to stock your cabin up with before the weather turned back into the harsh winter the Grizzlies were famous for. Despite arriving in town a good 30 mins before the train carrying your supplies from Saint Dennis was due in at the station, an hour later you were still standing on the platform waiting for it to suddenly come rumbling down the tracks.

   "All the trains have been delayed you know" A local busybody informed you.

   "Yeah, I kinda gathered," you politely replied - not really wanting to be drawn into conversation...too bad the older lady didn’t get the message.

   "Talk is…" she leaned in close, as if she was sharing confidential intel that only you were to know about, "a bunch of degenerates living not too far from here, decided to rob one of the earlier trains coming up from city." 

You found yourself rolling your eyes internally upon hearing this; you were aware the Murfree Brood were a sadistic bunch of murdering bastards, but from what you previously heard about them, they could barely care for and ride their horses, let alone plan to board and rob a moving train.

"Terrible affair I heard, seems they managed to make it all the way up towards Bacchus Bridge before…" she stopped mid-conversation, not because she ran out of gossip to share with you but she had noticed that the tracks began to rumble and the sound of a train's whistle could be heard approaching the station.

   "Well, looks like the delay is finally over," you commented, pointing out the obvious.

  "Oh do excuse me will you." You sighed with relief as you watched the woman move a little down the way, heading towards the train's engine to see if the driver had any updates of the goings on in Saint Dennis to share with her.

By the time you'd finished loading your wagon up, you were exhausted and couldn't face the thought of driving home through Roanoke Ridge in the dark, especially if the Murfree Brood were still loitering about. Looking down the main street you saw the local hotel had some vacancies and made the impulsive decision to spend the night in one of the rooms there, ready to feel refreshed in time for your morning ride home.

While it seemed like a very good idea at the time, you soon realised you'd made a huge mistake. After waking up and having a quick wash before getting dressed, you made your way back outside to find the most peculiar sight. The mining town of Annesburg, usually full of workers with dirt covered faces, wandering about in their equally filthy overalls, was now overrun by well dressed men in suits. 

   "They say they're Pinkertons." You overheard the gossiping woman that you encountered the previous night, telling her newly captive audience. "One of them told me personally that there was a gunfight up near Beaver Hollow."

   "Well Eunice, I heard talk there was reports of those hooligans that they're after, fleeing into the night and the 'Pinkertons' had to chase them all over the Ridge well into the early hours of the morning," another lady informed her, looking super smug that she'd been able to provide some information that her friend wasn't already privy too.

   "Well either way, several roads around the area have been blocked off by the men in suits." Eunice huffed before walking off, looking for a less informed person to chat too.

Shaking your head, you dismissed their talk as nothing but idle gossip and jumped up on your wagon, ready to head back home along one of the roads leading South.

   "This road is closed," the well-suited man hissed as you approached the roadblock with your wagon. "I suggest you find another route."

   "It wasn’t closed yesterday when I rode into town, any chance you could let me go past just this once?" you protested, not really knowing why you were bothering. His stony face told you this was not a man who had much compassion for others, but wanting to get back home before the storm brewing on the East side of the Lannahechee river rolled in, you persisted, "I can be home within the hour if you let me past, whereas the other route will take me twice as long - not to mention those treacherous mountain roads I'd be forced to travel along."

   "I said, find...another...way" he growled at you, clenching his teeth as he emphasised each word.

   "Fine," you sighed as you reversed your wagon and drove along the road heading north.

Even though this route would take you the better part of the day to get home, you didn't mind so much as you could take the time to enjoy the beautiful scenery of this part of the country, especially the area around the huge mountain that rudely stood directly in front of you.

Taking a left hand turn to finally head southwards; you trundled along, lost in a world of your own as you admired the red wildflowers that grew in abundance here. Making a mental note to maybe pick some up on your next visit up here, so you could liven your cabin up, you were shocked when your horse suddenly reared up, whinnying a distressed shrill.

   "Hey now Ponos, what's to do with you?" you asked gently, hopping down off your wagon to assess the area around you. There was nothing obvious that you could see in the road, but out of the corner of your eye you noticed a flock of scavenger birds circling over something that must be hidden out of sight behind the giant rock to your right.

   "Trust you to be scared of a half-eaten animal" you chuckled as you patted Ponos' neck in an effort to calm him down. A beautiful Chestnut coloured Belgian Draft, you'd named him after the Greek God of hard labour & toil and while you couldn’t fault his excellent work ethic and seemingly unlimited stamina, you soon realised why the stable owner had offered you such a cheap price for him all those years ago; this giant of a horse was easily spooked by the smallest of things.

After reaching up to grab your gun from underneath your seat, you started walking over to the most likely spot to investigate. If it was a fresh kill you had enough space on your wagon to throw the carcass on and take it home to make a nice meal or two out of.

Approaching the overgrowth behind the rock, the birds squawked and scattered when they realised that you were about to steal the meal they had their eyes on. Getting closer, you noticed a heaped mound laying there. Your mouth started to water as you realised whatever this was, it was certainly likely to be bigger than a rabbit and therefore would provide several tasty meals over the next few days. Using the barrel of your rifle, you cautiously moved apart the long grass, almost dropping your gun as you finally saw what was previously hidden.

Looking like death personified this was certainly no animal, but a seriously injured man. His poor face, gaunt, bloody and bruised. Judging by the shallow, laboured breaths you could see him trying to take, he was still alive - but only just.

   "Sir? Sir? Can you hear me?" You asked, not really expecting a response but the almost corpse groaned and weakly nodded in response.

You glanced back at the grey clouds that had followed you on your journey from Annesburg, before looking back at this wretched soul. What was it your old pa used to tell you?

   'There's never any harm in being a good Samaritan to those that need your help.'

Realising that you could never let yourself walk away and leave a healthy man to be stranded in a storm, let alone an almost dead one to succumb from his wounds, you quickly set your gun aside and placed his arms around your neck. Summoning all the strength you had, you somehow managed to pick the sandy-haired man up and manoeuvre him onto the back of your wagon. 

   "I live a short ride away, you’re welcome to rest there until you get your strength back up.” Unravelling a few pelts you had stored with the rest of your cargo, you tossed them over the injured man to help try to keep him warm.

   "Sorry it's not very comfy but I guess it beats lying there in the cold waiting for the cruel embrace of death," you explained whilst taking out a carrot from your satchel to feed Ponos, in the hope he had gotten over his fear and was willing to continue your journey back home, “Tell me, do you have a name sir?”

Jumping back into the driver’s seat, you looked back over your shoulder, only to find your passenger had passed out.

[katsidhe]

Ranking Every SPN Season Finale

15) 11.23 Alpha and Omega. Dead last because not only is Chuck and Amara’s conflict defanged with a frankly silly anticlimax, but a lot of runtime is eaten up with establishing Lady Toni getting on a plane. The great weakness of an otherwise very strong season is that none of the awful compromises Sam and Dean and Cas made (especially Sam wrt Lucifer) ended up having relevance at all.

14) 9.23 Do You Believe In Miracles. Cheesy dying dialogue, Metatron hamming it up for way too long, that facepalming “the radio was on the whole! time!” twist, uncertainty as to the motivation of the whole confrontation that ends in Dean’s death. Also, this is the beginning of the end of walking back the beautiful work the rest of s9 established, with Sam saying things like “I lied.” I don’t like Dean’s death here at all, in staging, or conceptually, or thematically.

13) 12.23 All Along The Watchtower. I am basically obliged to put this in C tier because it is quite silly, but frankly, I like it more than its ranking deserves. It has the late season finale sin of cramming in an introduction to next season’s conflict in the middle of wrapping up this season’s—but it’s absolutely hilarious that they brought in multiverse portals. And for Sam and Dean, thank god the portal appeared, because otherwise they had absolutely no plan whatsoever to deal with Lucifer, and they probably would have died gruesomely. High points: Sam discovering Rowena’s death on the phone with Lucifer; the spooky introduction of Jack, the raised stakes with Mary trapped with Lucifer. Lowest point: the utter silly pointlessness of Cas’s death.

12) 10.23 Brother’s Keeper. This is the finale that I have the strongest mixed feelings about. There is a queasy lack of self-awareness in the treacly sentiment when Sam presents family photos as evidence of Dean’s goodness. The excuse of MOC!Dean as not the “real” Dean allows for the reasons behind this confrontation to be elided, even as its themes are echoed again and again. The chilling horror of Sam on his knees in front of Dean the executioner is potent and darkly enjoyable, but the instant redirection into attacking Death prevents any kind of real culmination. I can’t decide if I like this episode or loathe it, but I do think I appreciate it more now, after 14.20 and 15.17, than I did when it aired. 

11) 7.23 Survival of the Fittest. We’re on to B-tier! There’s nothing significantly wrong with 7.23. Meg crashes the Impala through a glass sign, so that’s fun. Kevin’s there. There’s action, there’s some cool stakes for next season established, Sam is left alone, which I love. The main sin here is just that most of it is fairly forgettable, because the strongest part of s7 was always the psychological drama of the Winchesters’ disintegration and isolation, not the physical conflict with Leviathans.

10) 14.20 Moriah. Lots of my points about 10.23 apply here, but Moriah is a much better episode, both because there is actual conflict of opinion, and because there is a lot more built-in uncertainty about Jack’s fate than Sam’s. Jack and Dean are onboard with Jack’s murder, just as Sam and Dean were agreed on Sam’s death in 10.23, but this time Cas is staunchly against it, and Sam is on the fence, torn as to how to intervene. So it’s much better drama. But then the crux of the issue gets defanged by Chuck’s reveal. Great s15 setup, but kicks the 14.17-14.19 build down the road. Extra points for Sam shooting God. 

9) 13.23 Let the Good Times Roll. I fucking love the 13.21-13.23 arc. The only thing preventing 13.23 from being A-tier are some wholly avoidable mistakes. The staging is silly; a face-palming amount of time was wasted on Maggie; the wires were a deeply regrettable choice. But even with all that, what we got was great, actually! The Sam-Jack-Lucifer church custody battle is still my favorite goddamn thing. Dean saying yes to Michael was both his only smart move and a devastating sacrifice. The character dynamics here are so JUICY. 13.21-14.01 is, IMO, one of the most fertile grounds for fic and speculation in the entire show.

8) 2.22 All Hell Breaks Loose, Part Two. Now we’re into finales that are fantastic without reservation. Off the devastation of Sam’s death comes Dean’s iconic deal. The actual confrontation in the graveyard is good too, though it’s second to the way we’re all reeling from part one. Azazel dies, Sam and Dean are bloodied and facing down new stakes. The only thing I dislike about this episode is John’s cameo.

7) 1.22 Devil’s Trap. This is the episode that ups the ante! Azazel in John, and Dean, and Sam, and the delicious family dynamic here; the stakes are so personal, and it’s a great examination what each of them is willing to pay for their quest: an electrifying taste of what’s to come. And the music, and the sheer fucking balls of just, crashing a goddamn truck into your main characters at the end of the first season. Nice.

6) 3.16 No Rest for the Wicked. Lilith is delightfully evil. We’re on tenterhooks for Sam to save Dean, we’re narratively primed to expect him to pull off something amazing, a last-minute miracle. But—nope! Sorry! Dean gets graphically ripped apart onscreen and now he’s being tortured in Hell! Shocking and bold, and a crucial turning point in the series. 

5) 4.22 Lucifer Rising. Fresh off 4.21 comes an excellent culmination of season 4′s devastation. The reveals from both Ruby and the angels, Sam draining the possessed nurse, Cas at last choosing to betray Heaven, and the final arrival of Lucifer: it all just works, really well. 

4) 15.20 Carry On. Part of the reason I’m ranking this so highly might be spite. But goddammit, bad wig and worse Carry On cover aside, this is a good episode, and a really, really good series finale! The deliberate anticlimax of Dean’s death, the quiet strength in Sam’s grief, the untroubled, unrushed pacing of Sam’s recovery and aging, and Dean’s drive. Supernatural said Sam Rights, and I wept like a tiny little baby. 

3) 6.22 The Man Who Knew Too Much. Adventures in Sam’s mind! Cas and Crowley and Raphael and the double cross! The taste of cosmic horror! The end of season 6 and beginning of season 7, as Sam and Dean cope simultaneously with Sam’s psychological fallout and the consequences of their most powerful ally going off the rails, is fantastic. I love the literalism and the symbolism of Sam’s reintegration: this is an unapologetically Sam episode (as are the other top four, come to think of it). 

2) 8.23 Sacrifice. Sam’s heartbreaking deterioration in the church and Crowley’s disintegration are an electrifying climax to the trials. Dean and Sam’s final exchange is a breathtaking combination of raw emotion and delirium and a fascinating guilt trip. It’s a visually and conceptually stunning episode: the angels fall burning against a night sky; Sam surrenders the trials and collapses, dying. 

1) 5.22 Swan Song. You knew this would be number one, I knew this would be number one, we all knew this would be number one. It’s iconic for a reason. Sam and Lucifer talking through a mirror; the loss of all hope and the sky-high stakes. Stull Cemetery is the defining moment of so, so much of the rest of the series. Dean’s loyalty gives Sam the strength he needs to bury himself alive forever with his worst nightmare, and it saves the world, and it’s the highest cost either of them has ever paid.  

[luvielle]

Sa Ngalan Ng Pag-Ibig

(This has been in the works since September? I only got around to finishing this because of EBG haha. This fic was largely inspired by an Osomatsu-san animatic of ‘Sakura’ by Funky Monkey Babys and ‘Sa Ngalan Ng Pag-Ibig’ by December Avenue.

TAGS:

First @tchaiko-my-bae, I promised to make you cry but I’m not sure if I wrote this fic properly hngg.

To @un-beel-ievable​ tagging you child. Hoping this takes you down during EBG akjshd.

To @mobagehelllocal, who gave me advice on how to write angst. Thank you so much hngg.)

WARNING: Character death, angst, uhm... sad Leona-san?

Hope you enjoy? :3

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The scent of iron lingers in the air before he sees you.

Leona frowns to himself when you greet him with a smile on your face, eyes roving over your form to ensure there were no injuries.

“Is something wrong, Leona-senpai?” Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, concern evident on your face as you peered down at him. “You’re making a weird face.”

The brunet clicked his tongue as he turned away, ignoring the giggles that escaped your lips at his expense. “Don’t you have idiots to watch, herbivore?”

“Don’t you have classes to attend, Leona-senpai?” You say in response.

Groaning at the sound of your voice, the beastman turned away in feigned sleep, his tail giving away his annoyance.

“Leona-senpai,” you say with your hands on your hips. “Come on, you don’t want to repeat another year, do you?”

You bend down to pull at the beastman, letting out a squeak in surprise when you find yourself being pulled into his arms instead. “S-s-senpai!”

“Herbivore.” 

You stop struggling at his silent reprimand, reluctantly melting in his embrace as you let out a defeated sigh. “Just this once, okay?” You whisper quietly with eyes closed.

Leona adjusted his hold on your form, ensuring that you would be comfortable as you slept in his arms.

“Just for a while,” he quietly whispered, wishing with all his heart that this moment would never last. “Just for now.”

….

The scent of iron lingers in the air before he sees you.

Leona wrinkles his nose at the sharp metallic scent in the air, grumbling in feigned displeasure as you wrap your arms around his waist in greeting.

“Leona-senpai!”

Ruggie waves at you from the lion’s other side, laughing at his dorm leader’s disgruntled look. “(Y/N)-chan~! Hello, hello!”

“No classes today?” Leona let out a grunt at your question, earning a laugh as you skip to match his long strides. “It’s a serious question!”

Leona quickens his pace enough to stay ahead of you, but still within your reach. “We have a free period today,” he tells you with a smirk curling at his lips. “Ah, but first years have to attend their classes, don’t they?”

Ruggie watches from behind as Leona continues to tease you with a smile on his face, quick to silence his laughter when you attempt to tackle the tall third year.

It was times like this when the hyena could appreciate your presence.

Only you could put a smile on the Savanaclaw dorm leader’s face like this.

….

The scent of iron lingers in the air before he sees you.

He doesn’t have to wonder, this time.

There’s blood on your lips and in your hands. Thick with that familiar metallic scent and red, so very red.

Leona is beside you in minutes, gently pulling away your bloody hands from smearing the red on your face. “How did this happen?” He tightens his grip on your wrist, not enough to hurt you, but tight enough to dissuade you from pulling away from him.

“I--” you cough harshly, expelling more blood as you do. “I’m okay, really!”

“Leona-senpai,” Jack’s voice interrupts from the side, his ears drooping down, betraying the harsh look on his face.

“What is it?” Leona says with a growl, impatient with the hesitant wolf before him.

“It’s not his fault,” you tell him after giving Jack what you hoped was a reassuring smile. “It’s my fault, really.”

Leona frowns at you in disbelief, his tail swishing agitatedly behind him; the only indication of his current mood.

“I-It’s hard to explain,” you mumble to yourself, your words clear to him despite the low volume. “You don’t have to trouble yourse--”

“Try.” Leona rumbled out.

Jack offers to explain to his dorm leader, willing to brave the storm should you say so. 

“It’s okay,” you tell your fellow first year. “I can-- I can explain.”

And so Jack leaves, tail stiff as he eyes the dark look on his dorm leader’s face, but reassured still with the promise you silently give him with your smile.

“Can--” you hesitantly start. “Can I clean myself first? I-- It’s hard to talk with all the blood…”

....

Leona storms out of the Ramshackle Dorm after you tell him the truth of your condition.

“Magic and I don’t go well together,” you told him over tea and snacks. “Headmaster theorised that because of the lack of magic in me, because of the foreign magic I’ve been exposed to all year, well, it’s taking a toll on me.”

How the magic of Twisted Wonderland was truly twisted, you thought as you watched Leona’s figure leave the grounds on which you had started to call home.

“It’s like an allergic reaction. I had no magic to begin with, no resistance; nothing.”

You had no defense, nothing to your name, and so no protection was offered. It was cruel.

“So it’s killing you,” is his only reply.

You would forever remember the look in Leona’s eyes as he told you what you had feared. It would haunt you, you decided with a shudder.

“Yes, i-it’s killing me.”

The look he’d given you would have made even the strongest and bravest of men falter. 

Sighing to yourself, you busied in cleaning the room. Smiling wryly when you found the dusty remains of the teacup you had offered the proud lion. “Honestly,” you huffed, violently coughing into your fist when your body sensed the magic from the sand.

“Ah…” Crumbling down from beside the couch, you force yourself to ignore the pain in your throat. It would surely pass, is what you tell yourself.

Soon you succumb to the pain, your body deciding to shut down from the onslaught of pain and magic in your system. Sleep overtakes your form as gravity cradles you in its arms.

….

You don’t see neither hide nor hair of the Savanaclaw dorm leader in the following days.

It left you feeling empty, whenever you’d see yellow vests pass from the corner of your eye. You knew he wasn’t the only one to forgo the blazer, but still you couldn’t help but hope.

Jack did his best to bring you news of the wayward dorm leader, but even then it wasn’t enough. Ace and Deuce did their best, but the chaos they wrought with Grim in tow was too much, and so their interactions with you were heavily restricted. 

Epel often came along with apple pies and the class notes, somedays found him ranting from beside you about his troubles with his own dorm leader. He would go on for hours, checking up on you in between rants before resuming. Rook would come most days, to bring the wandering Monsieur Small Apple back to their dorm. It brought a smile on your face to see the two interact with each other, so Epel swallowed his complaints and allowed the blond hunter to bother him.

As for Sebek… Well, you had always wondered, but now you had your answers. He was like magic. The longer he stayed with you, the weaker you got. It certainly surprised everyone when you collapsed before the young retainer, his panicked shouts alerting both teachers and students alike. That was the last time you saw any Diasomnia students.

The rest of the first years stayed with you when Grim was barred from doing so, he was a magical creature and would only be a detriment to your health. You hated it, that slowly, but surely, you were being isolated.

Time passed slowly for you, until finally, you found yourself quarantined in the room you’d chosen for yourself in Ramshackle, all those months ago.

You were too weak now, to stand and walk on your own.

Crowley would visit, but his visits were so sporadic you often wondered whether it was a hallucination that he came flying from the window, declaring himself your gracious nurse for the day.

“I wonder how Leona-senpai is doing,” you whisper quietly to yourself, on one the days Ruggie came to visit with Jack. “He’s usually sleeping at this hour, isn’t he?”

Ruggie avoids your eyes as he practically shoves the bowl of soup into your hands, laughing as he excuses himself. Jack follows after his senior after you finish your soup.

He’d stayed silent as well, when you asked.

….

He had avoided you for too long, and it had taken its toll on the proud prince. Leona had decided, that day you shared with him the truth, to help you. Even if you were to part from him, at least he knew you were alive and well.

Crowley often brought up how his graciousness continued to search for a way to your home, but Leona found himself doubting the headmaster.

So he took to the library, going as far as to attend the classes he had missed. The bastard hunter eyed him with a knowing look before singing praises his way, it made his skin crawl. Leona hoarded everything he’d learned, locking himself in the laboratories during his free period.

All so he could save you.

It took a long while, but he finally found an answer after one too many discussions with Pomefiore’s vice dorm leader.

If you had no magic to protect yourself from the foreign magic found everywhere, why not slowly introduce magic into your system. The idea came to him during class one day, and Trein was very much displeased when he excused himself by jumping out the window.

Leona rushed to the laboratories then, and may have started a small fire. Crewel threatened to ban him, but that wasn’t important in the end. He had succeeded! And that was enough for him.

“Be prepared, herbivore.” Leona grins with all the confidence of a man emerging victorious from a hard won battle as he makes his way to the Ramshackle dorm.

....

The scent of iron lingers in the air before he sees you.

It isn’t a pretty picture, the one he walks into.

There is too much red on the white sheets of your bed, everything is too clean and yet, there is blood on your bed.

Leona almost attacks the ghosts that haunt the dorm, watching with mounting dread as the three shake their heads at his silent question, hats lowered in their hands to pay their respects.

“She was getting weaker everyday,” the slim ghost tells him, but there is cotton in his ears. “(Y/N) could barely even lift herself, but she tried still.”

“We left her for a while,” the largest ghost continues, ignorant of the cold seeping into Leona’s bones. “For lunch. When we came back, this is how we found her.”

Leona desperately fights the stinging in his eyes, deluding himself into thinking it was the dust from the old dorm. 

You looked so peaceful, if not for the blood on your clothes and sheets, no one would have wondered whether you were asleep or not.

“No one was with her,” the last ghost says, and it is the last straw for the once proud lion. 

Leona sinks down unto his knees, hands clutching at your cold ones like a child clinging to their mother. He doesn’t notice the ghosts leave, doesn’t move from beside your quiet heartbeat as he cries out in pain. 

Everything he did, it all amounted to nothing in the end. Nothing he did would be rewarded. He was a curse; to everyone around him, to you, the one person he loved.

Unbidden, a memory resurfaces to the front of his mind.

It was when you had come to wake him, to try and make him attend his classes. Before everything snowballed down.

He had asked then, what you would do once given the chance to return home.

“Hmm?” Leona grumbled when the sunlight hit his eyes as you moved away. “Well, I don’t know…”

“Hah? Don’t you miss your family, or something?” 

You playfully gasp at his hypocrisy, laughing out loud when his tail swats at you in displeasure. You tackled the downed brunet, crying out in surprise when he rolled out of the way and scooped you up before you could fall.

He should have paid better attention.

“I’m waiting for something,” you told him when you left the gardens. “Or well, I’m waiting for someone…”

He should have listened.

Leona cries into the bloodied sheets of your bed, hands holding tight to yours, wishing with all his heart, that this moment never came to pass.

If only he had stayed by your side, then maybe he could have seen you smile, one last time.

[write-your-story-among-the-stars]

blackinnon fluff instead of studying-

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There was a girl beside him. She had the softest blonde hair, the deepest blue eyes and he loved her. She leaned against his shoulder soaking up his warmth and he felt like the luckiest man in the world. This gorgeous star had bestowed her grace upon him and he didn’t know what he’d done to deserve it. She hummed softly and he smiled the smallest of smiles. It was just perfect. He could stay like this forever. She shifted and his heart stopped. Was she leaving? Would his heart be broken that easily? Only she leaned in, closing the inch of distance between them. Bringing her lips-

“Oi! Oi Sirius!”

“Yeah?”, he blinked.

“Where’d you fly off to?”

“Eh? Nowhere, don’t be daft Prongs”

James shrugged and went back to wolfing down his meal. Sirius didn’t know what just happened. But it couldn’t be anything good. He heard the clicking of heels down the halls and stood up quickly which raised a few brows. He had to leave. He had to leave now. If he saw Marlene right about now, he might actually die.

“Sirius… you okay?” inquired Moony, incredibly concerned.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Just going out for some fresh air”

“Be right back” and he rushed out of the room just as the woman he dreamed about entered.

“Sirius love you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost” came Marlene’s honeyed voice

“Of course, I’m alright. Why wouldn’t I be? I have to go”

“I..” she began to speak but he was already gone.

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Sirius was losing his mind. That was the only reasonable explanation. Why else would he be dreaming about being in loveespecially with Marlene McKinnon? This wasn’t normal and he didn’t know what to do. He banged his head against his knees letting out a terrifying groan.

“Oh God. Sirius are you okay?” snuck up Lily

“You know what, No. I’m not okay and I’m thinking something I shouldn’t be thinking at all because it would ruin everything” he panicked

“Ok love, calm down” Lily comforted, “Let’s take this one step at a time”

“Start from the beginning”

“I had a daydream. There was this girl and- and she was in my arms and I was hugging her. You know I’m not a hugger especially with girls, I’m a womanizer you know it.”

Lily gave him a worried look but he powered on.

“And well, I was in love with this girl and I was incredibly happy and then she was leaning in to kiss me when your oaf of a boyfriend shook me out of it”

Lily held back an eye roll at James’ idiocy and said,

“Did you see what she looked like?”

Sirius wouldn’t meet her eyes, looking anywhere but at her. Her stomach sank, assuming the worst.

“Sirius I-

“No, Lily it wasn’t you don’t worry. Not that you’re not jaw droppingly gorgeous but you’re more my sister”

“Oh, thank God. I didn’t want to break your heart”

“Bahahaha- well good then”

“Who is it? I know you know so just come right out and say it”

“I- well… she was blonde” he said, messing up his hair because he knew Lily was smart enough to connect the dots.

“OH GODS. SIRIUS ORION BLACK YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH MARLENE”

“Say it a little louder why don’t you”

“Sirius this is wonderful. Oh, you would be adorable together. Oh, you have to tell her”

“Excuse me???”

“What…”

“She can’t know, she’ll hate me forever”

“Sirius that is not true- “

“Yes, it is end of discussion. I’m not saying anything and neither are you. Especially to James or Marlene. You have to promise me”

“I- of course but just for the record I think you’re wrong.”

“Darling, even if I was wrong and she did like me that way. Your boyfriend, my best mate also known as the man who’s practically her brother would slaughter me if he knew what was going on in my head”

“I know him Sirius and he’d be thrilled for you. It’s not often you feel like this you know”

“Agree to disagree”, he shrugged.

“Fine, I have DADA. I’ll see you later”

“See ya”

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Lily couldn’t believe how ridiculous Sirius was being. How could he not know how Marlene felt?

How exactly did he miss all the times she stared at him with so much desire on her face, when she thought no one was looking? Marlene McKinnon was smitten and there was no questioning it.

She couldn’t take it any longer. She had to talk to Marlene. She wouldn’t betray Sirius of course not. She’d just get Marlene to confess. She was already acing Defence. Cutting one class wouldn’t kill her.

And so, Lily Evans began her search for her best friend, ready to play matchmaker for two people she loved incredibly much. As she searched through the halls someone ran up and hugged her from behind. She froze instantly thinking it was Mulciber, only relaxing when she saw well-manicured hands and incredibly tanned arms.

“Ms. McKinnon you nearly gave me a heart attack”

“I’m sorry but I needed a hug”

“Hon, what’s wrong?”

“Sirius…”

Lily nearly squealed

“Oh? What happened?” trying and failing to be as nonchalant as possible

“Nothing- Wait why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what” Lily said, feigning innocence

“Like you know some things I don’t and that I would appreciate knowing”

“Oh you have no idea”

Marlene began to speak but she cut her off,

“I can’t. I’d be breaking a promise, even if it was for a good cause”

“Uhuh…” Marlene was suspicious and that wasn’t good. At all.

“Okay come on I need to talk to you somewhere private”

She took her friend’s hand and dragged her to the dorms.

“Alright just answer me. No games.”

Marlene just stared at her, mouth slightly open, confused to say the least.

“Do you like Sirius Black?”

“What???!! No of course not” she tried for disgust but failed. Epically.

“Right. I definitely asked the wrong question”

“Do you, Marlene Leigh McKinnon, love Sirius Orion Black?”

Marlene was silent and she had her answer.

“OH, GODS MARLENE THIS IS AMAZING”

“Hush!! Someone will hear you”

“Marlene this is wonderful. You need to tell him”

“WHAT??!! Are you insane? Why would I tell an absolutely hot womanizer that I’m in love with him? I love him too much and I couldn’t bear just a shag and for it to be done.”

“Oh, trust me. That is definitely not what would happen. Trust me”

“Lil, you know I love you but how the fuck do I just go up to him and just tell him that I love him when we haven’t even everthought about going out- at least not me, not before now.”

“Marlene please listen to me. Do it. Tell him. Don’t do it randomly. Sit him down, talk, be you and then you tell him. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

“Lily, I- I can’t”

“Yes, you can and trust me when I say you’ll love what happens after”

“Why don’t you just tell me?”

“Because I want you to see for yourself”

“Ugh, how long have you known by the way?”

“Too long”

“And you never said anything?”

“It wasn’t my place but it is now because I know something good”

“Ok ok, you don’t have to sell me any longer I said I’d do it”

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Sirius let out a smoke ring as Remus finished his Arithmancy paper. Remus looked up at the ring, his mind turning. Sirius only made rings when he was really truly pre-occupied and he had a feeling he knew what was on his mate’s mind.

“Hey Sirius?” he said closing his books.

“Hmm”

“I have a question”

“Fire away”

“What would you do if Marlene McKinnon came in through that door and told you she loved you?”

“I- what? Why are you asking that? What did Lily tell you?”

“Aha! Suspicions confirmed”

“Fuck, you know”

“It’s clear as day anytime she’s in the same bloody room as you. And this morning? When you nearly had a panic attack when she called you ‘love’ and you ran out like a dog was chasing you? Kinda hard to miss the signs man. Don’t know how she hasn’t seen it yet, being the smartest witch our age”

“Fuck fuck fuck. Does James know?”

“No, he’s blind as a bat that one” Remus snorted

“Mate you can’t tell anyone. Least of all James, he’ll pummel me into the ground”

“I won’t, don’t worry. But just for the record, she loves you too”

“Yeah right. How could she love someone like me? I’m a Black and a disowned one at that and not to mention, I’m also a complete fucking mess”

“Mate you have no idea”, he stood up going to stretch his legs.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going??”

“A walk” he shrugged.

“I- after you just did that you’re going for a bloody walk”

“I didn’t do anything. Besides you need to be alone with your thoughts for a while.”

Sirius gave up and fell back.

The door clicked as Remus went out and he was all alone. Or so he thought. Because at that very moment Marlene McKinnon was climbing down the stairs when she saw him and froze in place. Staring at him and him doing the same.

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“Uh- hi” attempted Marlene

“Heyyy, what’re you doing up here?”

“Cutting Defence because it’s a pain in the ass”

Sirius chuckled and the hair on her neck rose. How could one man be so attractive that Marlene felt she couldn’t breathe if she looked at him any longer? This was her moment, she knew it, but looking at him, in all his rebellious glory. She couldn’t. So, she tried to run but Sirius grabbed on.

“Marl, do you mind if I talk to you for a second?”

Her heart pounded so fast it was a wonder he couldn’t hear it. She nodded and followed him to the fireplace. It was one of her favourite places, always giving her a sense of peace when she couldn’t breathe but not right now. All she could think of was that Sirius had never been that serious (yes, she saw the pun, no, she didn’t give a fuck).

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah- well… no”

Marlene was practically shaking. This was too much. This was too intimate. She would crumble and have her heart broken if she didn’t leave but no matter how much she wanted to her body wouldn’t listen, forcing her to sit in her panic.

“Marl I have to tell you something and you have to promise not to kill me once you hear it”

Marlene swallowed,

“I’ll try not to”

“I love you”

Her world stopped. This couldn’t really be happening. She was just having a dream that seemed very very real.

“Marlene for Merlin’s sake say something or I’m gonna go mad over here”

She turned suddenly, crashing her lips onto his. All her words going into the movement of her tongue against his. It was fire. It was oblivion. It was Armageddon. It was everything she had dreamed it to be. They sunk right into the kiss. Years of desire and yearning coming out in a single moment. They were the only two people in the world and each other’s lips was the only thing that mattered. They broke apart. Gasping for air.

Marlene looked at Sirius and pinched her arm.

“You’re not dreaming, you know,” he smiled

“I had to check. You truly love me?”

“Truly, madly, deeply I’m afraid”

“You know I love you, too right?”

“I do now”

“Sirius, I love you so much. You need to know. There aren’t enough words in the world to describe how I feel about you”

Sirius bowed his head, hiding the tears in his eyes that inched down his face. She lifted his face and brought her lips to his. Slow, soft, full of the pure tender love she had for him. She pulled away, whispering

“You’re my eternal star”

He grabbed onto her and kissed her like it was the last kiss of his life. They were a flame together and they would never stop burning. He pulled away, their faces touching and there she was. His Marlene.

His sea.

He kissed her head as she held onto him, silently swearing never to let go.

“This doesn’t feel real”

“I know love”

“How long?”

“One minute in on the Express”

“NO, really?” she would die of shock today

“Really”

“It’s always been you Marl”

She held back her tears, leaning up, catching his lips with hers. They were locked onto each other when they heard it. Sniffles and barely held back sobs. They pulled back and saw James hugging Lily as they looked at the two stars.

“So? Is this happening?”

“Yeah”

“Yeah, it is”

Sirius and Marlene looked at each other. Knowing the other was theirs and crashed together again as James, Lily and god knows who cheered on.

[siriuscollar]

Quick angsty 3rd/4th year wolfstar drabble. Happy valentine’s day!

(try and listen to midnight love by girl in red while reading this!) please excuse any punctuation and grammar mistakes djdjjs

“Okay... how about I buy you Mars?” he asked and his grey blue eyes scanned the scarred skin of the other.

“That’s impossible,” the other said with a chuckle, lighting up his normally sulky features.

“Why?” he asked, naivety dominating his voice, “I’ve got enough money.”

“You can’t just buy planets, Sirius - that’s, that’s not how it works.”

Sirius frowned. Seemingly thinking hard he brought a hand up into his hair and squeezed it shortly before turning to face the other;

“I can make it work. For you I will. I can buy you the moon and all of the stars, but-“

His eyes became unfocused, “I suppose you don’t like the moon and stars very much.”

Remus eyed him warily - an unreadable expression embellished on his face.

Sirius was still turned towards him, not quite daring to look at him. Despite this, Remus could make out eyes drowning somewhere between uncertainty and regret.

A sudden emotion, filling up his veins with a fuzzy, warm tingle overcame him. Even though he tried his best, he couldn’t quite name it yet.

“I’d love to have the stars and the moon, actually.”

Remus moved a little closer to the boy beside him, decreasing the space between both their bodies.

They were sitting infront the window in the empty Gryffindor common room, staring at the clear night sky, longing for the comfort it somehow managed to offer. The prickling fire the only audible sound besides their occasional, whispered words.

It was a rather privat moment, not meant for the curious eyes and ears of anyone.

It also wasn’t the first time they met in the common room in the middle of the night.

Normally, it was Remus who came down first to read, drink tea or simply sit around - the pain in his bones forcing him to spend his nights awake. He was tired but his aching body refused to let him drift of into sleep.

After, Sirius often followed suit - plagued by insomnia and nightmares his nights weren’t exactly pleasant either.

But it was rather the concern for Remus getting him out of bed at ungodly hours.

Often they just sat there - reading, playing chess or even catching up on the homework they didn’t manage to do during daytime.

Only rarely they talked.

Today, it seemed, was the first time in forever where their time wasn’t spend with just silently accompanying each other.

“Can I ask you something?” Sirius looked up and then pointed at the night sky, the moonlight illuminating his slim finger.

He didn’t wait for Remus response,

“Does it- does it hurt a lot?”

Lowering his hand again he was now staring at the moon with sorrowful eyes, his dark circles hanging low on his tired face.

Tomorrow would be full moon again.

Remus thought about the question for a moment before answering; on one hand he appreciated his friend caring but on the other he wondered whether he should just lie. If he told the truth Sirius would, without a doubt, be worried or worse, pity him.

He didn’t need anyone’s pity, in the end he gained nothing from it anyway.

“A little, yes.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie but it surely hurt a lot more than just “a little” getting all the bones in your body broken, waking up with bloody scars and sore limbs every 28 days.

Sirius probably knew all of this already, though.

Remus therefore couldn’t help but wonder why he would even ask.

“Can I- I wish I could make it easier for you somehow,” he said and lowered his head to look at the hands resting on his lap.

“You don’t deserve this, Moony. None of it.”

With that he glanced upwards and his eyes met Remus hazel ones.

Oh, how beautifully Sirius’ eyes shined in brightness of the moon.

Remus wasn’t sure what exactly had caused it but he could feel heavy teardrops suddenly beginning to blur his vision.

Quickly, before Sirius could take notice of his watery eyes, he turned around and smiled a smile not quite reaching them.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

He hated showing any sort of emotion in front of others but man, Sirius Black was making it exceptionally hard for him not to.

“You know, the reason I offered to get you the moon,” Sirius let out a barked chuckle, “-is because then we could place a lot of dynamite on there and-“

A crying laugh echoed through the common room.

Remus had just managed to calm down and, Sirius the git, had to go and make him bawl like a baby again.

“Sirius Black, you’re absolutely mental.”

Remus turned to face the other whose gaze was already on him.

Tears were now pouring out Remus eyes like waterfalls. Surely, he would cringe and regret it in the morning, but, for now, he didn’t care if Sirius saw them. Maybe it was nightly fatigue or perhaps the approaching moon that made him do it. He wouldn’t, even years after this particular occurrence, be able to figure out what had caused it.

Sirius face glistened and he raised one side of his mouth slightly.

Without much hesitation he brought one hand to Remus cheek and wiped away the tears.

And, even though Remus felt weak and vulnerable, Sirius soft hand on his scarred skin seemed to fit like the last missing piece of a puzzle.

“It’s okay, Moony.”

And, for a moment, it truly was.

[marsmoonqueen]

Prejudge

Professor!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Nothing I can think of (?) If you find something, send me a message.

Prompt / Summary: Bucky just learned a lesson: You have to ask before you make assumptions. 

Note: So, I learned something with this, Peter’s mom’s maiden name was Fitzpatrick. Also, I wanted to make this one since what feels like forever. Btw, isn’t Sebastian Stan the loveliest? If there is a mistake or something you can totally tell me so we can fix it! :)

2.40 pm

'God be damned, I'll totally be late, again.' Y/n thought as she saw how many slides were left for the class to end.

Usually she wouldn’t mind staying a little longer to finish a class, especially if it was the last of the day; but now, with her nephew Peter under her wing, a lot of things changed, sadly, her school schedule wasn’t one to change.

 At 3.15 pm Dr. Banner let the students go home. He was very passionate about the subject he taught, and Y/n appreciated that a lot… just not at that moment. As fast as she could, she put her laptop, books and bottle of water in her backpack and ran to her car.

 Finally, after what felt like years, she arrived to Peter's school at 3.45 pm. Earlier than the last time at least. Still in the car she set her eyes to the building's main entrance and started to worry when she realized Peter was not there. Rapidly she got out of the car.

'No, no fucking way' 'He knows he is supposed to wait for me here' 'Oh no, where could he be?'

 Before she could start losing her mind somebody cleared their throat. "Excuse me, are you here for Peter Parker?"

Y/n jumped as soon as the woman finished her question. "Yes, yes, I'm here for him! Do you know where he is?"

She could swear that she saw pity in the woman's green eyes "Yes, he is in Professor Barnes' classroom."

Relief washed all over the young girl's body "Awesome, could you lead me there?"

"Yes" the mature woman in front of her looked rather uncomfortable, but Y/n had no mind at that moment to pay attention to that.

 The lady walked her through corridors with open doors at the sides, which made the young doctor self-conscious; all the kids were already home, maybe doing homework or playing, and her nephew was stuck here because she couldn’t arrive at time.

 Before she could start self-destroying herself both women arrived to a corridor with a closed door in its left wall.

“That’s Professor Barnes’ classroom, knock before entering.” And with that the woman turned around and left; leaving an alone Y/n to her devices.

 Without thinking too much, the girl knocked the door twice and waited till a rough voice inside told her to come in. Upon opening the door, her eyes found Peter and she got to her knees and extended her eyes.

 “Kiddo! I finally found you!” As soon as her mouth opened, Peter ran to her arms, and the so called ‘Professor Barnes’ set his eyes on her.

“Y/n!” The kid yelled.

“Bloody hell Peter! I was so worried kid.” She told him, separating from him to put her hands on his shoulders.

“But I’m okay!” He said with a happy smile. “And I already finished homework!”

“That’s awesome dude!” She stroked his hair, then turned to the Professor, who got up from his chair. “Thank you for taking care of him while I was busy Mr.-” She left the sentence incomplete, hoping he would introduce himself. The older man didn’t smile.

“While you were gone you mean.” Any trace of a smile erased from the girl’s face.

“Go-” ‘Gone?’ she wanted to ask.

“Mrs. Parker, a word please” He interrupted her, and before she could tell him that ‘Parker’ wasn’t her last name, but Fitzpatrick, he passed next to her through the door and waited for her outside.

“Pack your things okay?” She tried to smile for the boy, and got up, walking outside the classroom and closing the door behind her.

 “Yes sir? What did you need?” She asked, without her usual smile, but with a polite voice.

“Mrs. Parker, if you didn’t have time for a kid, you shouldn’t have had one” He told her, the roughest voice she had ever heard.

“Come again?” She asked surprised. How could he talk to her like that?

“Look Mrs. Parker, let’s not play pretend, this is the 10th time in this month that you arrive late, today was the 5th  time Peter didn’t have anything to eat at lunch, and the 8th he has fallen asleep at my class, and that’s only talking about my class.” He said, his blue eyes piercing through her soul. She felt bad, but there was little she could do to change what was happening.

 She arrived late because she had classes at the exact same moment Peter got out of school; those three times he went to school without lunch were because they were short of money, or because the bar she worked at couldn’t pay her sooner; and the constant tiredness of Peter was because of the nightmares that didn’t let him, and her, sleep at night. She knew that, this wasn’t her fault, she was trying everything in her power to make this work, even giving him her lunch and staying hungry herself. She knew that. She knew she was doing her best. He didn’t. But at that moment she was left speechless.

 “I- I” She tried to defend herself.

“I, I and only I. That’s the point Mrs. Parker, you have to think about him, not you!” He yelled at her, his impeccable and always in place brown hair getting messy with the sharp movements he made. “Look, Mrs. Parker, we don’t want this to go any further, right? So, I suggest you to start taking better care of your kid, the scholar year has just started, if this situation stays the same, I’m afraid I’ll have to call my superiors and if be needed child support.”

If his scream didn’t scare her, the threat of calling child support did. Y/n was so close to cry in front of him, but she took a deep breath and looked him at the eyes. “I get it sir; is there anything else you would like to discuss?”

Her response made him want to yell at her, but an opening door and a sweet voice stopped him.

“Y/n are you done? I want to go home.” Peter chimed in their conversation.

“Yes Peter, I am, let’s go home.” The girl smiled at him, and without glancing at the teacher, she took the boy’s backpack in one hand and his hand in the other, and the two of the walked back to her car.

   Something James Barnes always prided himself of was his ability to observe the kids around him, and if it was necessary to put their parents in place. He could be the sweetest to his children, who often called him “Professor Bucky” or simply “Bucky”, but he could be the devil in person with the parents that didn’t take proper care of their children.

 Peter Parker had been by far his favorite student, the little boy was so intelligent, it scared him sometimes; he knew a lot of fun facts, he was especially good at math and natural sciences; Bucky though he could be a doctor with all his knowledge in the human body, but the boy often told him that, that wasn’t for him.

 Anyway, the little boy was so dedicated and passionate that he often found himself and the boy discussing a certain topic seen in his class during lunch break; that’s how he noticed that sometimes the boy didn’t have food to eat, or that sometimes he was so sleepy he would stare at some point in the distance and fall asleep.

 Bucky felt so mad at Peter’s parents, that it didn’t matter to him that Peter’s mother was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, or that she seemed indeed worried about him. No. He was so mad because she and her husband couldn’t give Peter the proper love and care that he deserved. And now that he thought about it, she was way too young to know what she was doing. And that made him angrier. Anyway, it didn’t matter anymore, for usually when he talked to the parents everything went better.

 Except this time, it didn’t.

 The day after the “talk” with his mother, Peter missed school.

 And the day after that, he arrived with a frown in his face and sat at the back of the room. He made no sound in all day, nor did he share fun facts or answers with the rest of the class, and at lunch break he took his things and without sparing a glace to Bucky walked out of the classroom with his friend Ned. He was picked up at three o’clock sharp by that woman he was now starting to dislike. Did she told Peter not to talk to him anymore? Had she hurt him to make Peter ignore him? Was she making Peter’s life a living hell? Is that why he missed school and was in a bad mood? The doubts made Bucky’s head ache. He needed to talk to Peter to know why he was all moody.

 Next day arrived, and Peter did the same: sat at the back and ignored Bucky, he had a frown again. At lunch time Bucky tried to call him, but the boy was already out of the classroom when the bell sang.

 Two more days passed the same, until a faithful Friday after classes, Peter was waiting to be picked up when Bucky told him to go to the classroom to wait for his parents to come for him. Peter looked at him with a mix of anger and hurt, but walked to the classroom anyway and sat at the end of the room. Bucky followed him

 “What is it Peter? Why don’t you talk to me anymore?” Bucky asked with the softest voice he had. Peter had taken out a book that read ‘Anatomy for kids’ and was ignoring him. “I know, why don’t we talk about anatomy? I heard you talking about it with your friend Ned during lunch time the other day.” He said again, smiling.

 “I don’t want to talk with you” The young boy whispered, making Bucky’s smile disappear.

 “Why Peter?” Bucky tried again. Peter mumbled something behind his book that he couldn’t catch. “What did you say Peter?” He asked getting closer.

 “Because you made her cry!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

 “Wha- what do you mean Peter?” Bucky tried to hug him or something but the kid jumped out of his chair.

 “You made her cry! You made auntie Y/n cry! She cried all night and asked me forgiveness one hundred times! She thinks she is a bad aunt because of what you told her, but she is the best thing I have ever had since- since”

 “Since what Peter?” Bucky pushed him further.

 “Since my parents went to heaven” And with that hell broke lose and Peter started crying like there was no tomorrow, Bucky got to his knees and tried to comfort the kid but nothing seemed to work, until the door opened, and the girl he had before confused with Peter’s mother came running to the kid and hugged him.

 She threw her backpack to the floor and Bucky could see medicine books and a stethoscope fly out of the poorly closed bag. Then everything clicked to Bucky, why she was always late, why she looked so young, why Peter never got mad like other kids when she was late. Because she was doing what she could do.

 “Shh, shh, it’s okay my boy, it’s okay. Do you want to talk about it?” She whispered as she rocked him on the floor back and forth in her arms.

 “Aunt Y/n I miss my mommy” The girl’s eyes filled with tears.

 “Me too, kiddo, me too. But you mommy would be so sad to watch you cry. Do you remember that song she used to sing to your dad?”

 “Ye-ah, it-it was pretty.” Peter answered in a whisper, trying to regulate his breath.

 “How does it go?” Y/n made a thoughtful face, and Peter separated from her a little to see her face. “oh yes…  I'll reach my hands out in the dark

And wait for yours to interlock I'll wait for you I'll wait for you

'Cause I'm not givin' up I'm not givin' up, givin' up No, not yet Even when I'm down to my last breath Even when they say there's nothin' left So don't give up on”

Peter’s eyes shined as he sang too. Bucky still in the floor with them saw how Peter slowly became sleepier and let Y/n carry him to the exit. When she tried to take his and her things, Bucky took them from her and walked behind her to her car, once she laid Peter down in the back seats, and closed the door. Bucky started talking:

“I’m so sorry Miss Parker, I-”

“Y/n Fitzpatrick, but you can call me Y/n. Parker was my sister’s married name… she died some months ago, and now I’m Peter’s legal guardian” She interrupted him, as she opened the trunk, took the backpacks and books from him and threw them in.

“I’m sorry Y/n, if I had known what was going on, I wouldn’t have said that.” Bucky told her, shame and guilt written all over his face.

“It’s okay, I guess I will have to push a little harder to be the tutor Peter deserves” She said looking at the floor ashamed.

“No!” Bucky’s sudden yell made her jump. “You are doing great, Peter talks wonder of you, says you are the best thing that has happened to him since his parents. I told you all those things because I thought you weren’t taking proper care of him… he is such an amazing kid, and now I know that in part because of you, I saw the book he was reading ‘Anatomy for kids’ he most admire you a lot”

The girl smiled “I took him to one of my classes some days ago, he seemed to love it”

“I’m sure he did” It was his turn to smile, and Y/n was awestruck; she knew from the moment she saw him that the man was handsome, with his frown and everything. But here, with a smile on his face, his blue eyes sparkling and the little wrinkles, sign that he smiled often; man, at that moment she thought she was in front of a god. “I’m James Barnes, but my kids call me Professor Bucky, you can call me Bucky too.” Oh, dear God, he called his students HIS children, how heartwarming was that? She knew he was good with kids; he wasn’t Peter’s favorite teacher for nothing. But this, this was beyond lovely.

 “Nice to officially meet you Bucky.” His smile got bigger when he heard her. His name sounded heavenly coming from her lips.

 “Likewise,” And then both adults looked at the floor, speechless. But Bucky wasn’t having none of that, he was going to make it up to her. He cleared his throat. “Would you like to… go to the park? I mean, Peter, you and me. I have a lot to make up for.”

 “You have nothing to make up for, really, I get that you were trying to help Peter.”

 “Well maybe I don’t have to, but I would like to…”

 Y/n didn’t know what to do, she didn’t want to go out with him just because he felt guilty, she didn’t date often, mostly because she had no time, but also because she didn’t want to waste her time in boys that wouldn’t stay around, or wouldn’t understand what her duty was, especially now with Peter by her side. Bucky seem to understand that, but if he really just did that to ease his guilt?

 “Please” He whispered taking her hand and looking straight at her eyes, he seemed honest.

 She was going to accept but a younger voice interrupted her from inside the car “Say yes aunt Y/n. I want to go to the Park” And soon Peter’s face was showing through the still open trunk, his cheeks resting in the back seat, “Please auntie”

 Bucky and the girl laughed “Seems like I am forgiven” He said smiling at little Peter.

 “Just if aunt Y/n accepts to go to the park with us!” Peter exclaimed, but the three of them knew he had already forgiven Bucky.

 “What do you say Y/n? Do you help me earn Peter’s forgiveness?” The blue-eyed man asked her, his eyes shining with hope.

 The girl giggled “You will win him back with an ice cream and a race to the swings” She now realized that they still had their hands entwined.

 “And do you have any tips to win you over?” He stepped closer.

 She squished his hand “That can be discussed later over a coffee, for now let’s go to the park”

 He smiled, she smiled, Peter yelled excited, and the three of them started a story together.