#requited crush

[lost-words-left-unspoken]

In a world I could've met anybody; I met you.

[ilikefandom]

The Student Queen

Requests: Idk if this make sense but could you write a Neville Longbottom x reader where the reader is one of the Pevensie siblings from Narnia and she's know as Queen Y/n the Warrior?

Requested by: @elemental-of-magic

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: (Y/n) Pevencie and Neville travel through their 5th year and a wardrobe together.

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Fem Reader

Warnings: None

When the thrum of the train was turning to silence, Neville Longbottom sat in the train car, unable to move or make a sound. A group of sixth year Slytherins had casted the petrification charm on him and he was stuck, held together as if he was superglued to himself. He couldn’t even look up when he heard the door open. 

“Oh my.” The unfamiliar voice said, “Finite Incantatam.” 

Neville felt himself gradually come undone. He stood face to face with a girl his own age (Y/e/c) eyes staring back at him, a kind smile on her face.

“Well they did a number on you didn’t they.” She said, not waiting for a reply.

Neville stuttered for a moment before choking out a “Thank you, I’m Neville”

“Nice to meet you Neville, I’m (Y/n).” She responded with a wider grin than before. 

The two fifth years departed from the train on time and settled into a carriage drawn by an invisible horse. They sat in comfortable silence as they approached the castle, just the two of them.

Neville looked at her uniform, she was a Hufflepuff, though he couldn’t remember her from any of his classes.

Noticing his curiosity (Y/n) grinned. “I transferred, from homeschooling last year.” She looked down at her feet. “My uncle taught me everything he could, but he wasn’t able to teach me more, so he sent me here to learn.” She looked up at him.

“It’s ok,” Neville smiled softly, “I don’t think any less of you.”

“My uncle lives in the countryside, with my four siblings. Edmund, Susan, Peter and Lucy. None of them are magic, but he loves us all the same.”

Soon enough the pair reached the castle and made their separate ways. 

A few weeks into their stay at school there was an opening at the Hufflepuff table at breakfast, steeling his nerves, Neville made his way over and sat next to (Y/n). 

She was wearing muggle clothes at the moment. A beautiful purple dress that fell all the way to the floor. “Hello, Neville! Lovely to see you again!” And just like that a healthy friendship blossomed. 

As winter came, Neville and (Y/n) became closer and closer, both deciding to spend the holiday at school. 

“I don’t like Umbridge,” Neville admitted as he sat in the Hufflepuff common room with (Y/n). “Some days I wish I could walk into another world just to get away from it all. 

(Y/n) tensed and looked up at him. “You really want to go to another world?” She asked, eyes a bit wide. 

“Sure why not. No Umbridge, no worries.” He grumbled looking back to his horrifying textbook assigned by the above-mentioned teacher.

 Slowly (Y/n) rose to her feet. “What if I told you, temporarily, you could go to another world, with me.” She said, tentatively. 

Neville’s eyes widened as well as he looked at (Y/n). “You’re not kidding?”

(Y/n) shook her head no. “Come up, quick.” She said, grabbing his hand and running up the stairs to the girls’ dorm. 

She looked around before closing and locking the dorm room shut. “Revalio.” As she spoke, a beautiful wardrobe appeared before her. Ornately carved from applewood and decorated with gold accents. She opened the doors and climbed inside. “Come on Neville.” she gestured for him to get in too. 

Neville looked at her as if she were insane. But deciding the worst that could happen was he was stuck in a wardrobe with the girl he had a crush on, he too followed after (Y/n). 

The wardrobe didn’t seem to have a back, and the fur coats inside seemed to go on forever, until both students broke from the trees and into a beautiful summer’s day. (Y/n) smiled and pulled a small whistle from her pocket, and a pegasus soared down, landing before the pair. 

“Come on Neville!” (Y/n) giggled as she climbed onto the saddle.

“I must be dreaming,” Neville replied as he helped himself up behind (Y/n)

The winged horse flew across the sky and toward a giant golden castle. Landing in a magnificent courtyard the young woman was quick to hop off of the saddle and make her way to the large doors. As the teenagers approached, they swung open by themselves.

Sitting in beautiful thrones were four other people the youngest appeared to be about twelve. The middle throne was empty. 

As Neville gawked, (Y/n) disappeared into a room and came back in the purple dress that she had been wearing the Christmas holiday day, when they had become close. 

She gave a deep curtsey before taking Neville’s hand and leading him forward. “May I introduce you to my siblings Neville, High King Peter: The Magnificent, High Queen Susan: The Gentle, King Edmund: The Just, and Queen Lucy: The Valiant.”

Peter, the high king, stood. He was wearing bright red and had a sword at his hip. He was clearly the eldest and most experienced. He stepped forward and hugged (Y/n). “And our sister Queen (Y/n): The Warrior, defender of Narnia, and the high sorceress of our council of leaders.” He led (Y/n) to her throne which sat in the middle and she settled into it, as a faun rushed forward to place a silver crown on her head.

Neville looked befuddled as he looked at his crush, sat on a throne with a crown atop her head. The siblings looked powerful, but that was broken as Lucy and (Y/n) both broke into laughter. 

(Y/n) stood once more and hugged her three other siblings. They engaged in small talk for a few minutes before (Y/n) handed her crown back to the faun and descended to Neville, who still looked slackjawed. “It’s time to go back now. But, if you ask, I can bring you back anytime you want.” 

Taking his hand and leading him back to the pegasus and through the wardrobe in silence. Neville couldn’t comprehend what he had seen. As soon as they were once more in the girls’ dorm he regained his ability to speak. 

“A queen, high sorceress, Narnia?” He asked.

“How about we talk about it more later.” (Y/n) suggested, “Maybe over butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks?”

“Y-yeah!” Neville stumbled out, flushing as he made his way back to Gryffindor tower, both surprised and happy he was to go on a date, for who could say no to a queen?

[feltpoetry]

“you. it will always be you. don’t you get that? if i had the choice between you and a million things i’ve always wanted, i would choose you every single time.”

laughuntiltherearetears

[anannua]

crybaby

[counting-stars-gayly]

If Mike didn’t have feelings for Will, he would have teased him about liking “a girl.” Case closed.

[idliketobeatree]

rereading the book omens again and I must admit, Aziraphale really is That Bitch most of the time. that being said, I really enjoy the special kind of uwu and sluttiness Michael brings to the table

[hesperidia]

if there's endless timelines in the bsd universe then there's one where Atsushi refused to leave Akutagawa's corpse alone in that ship and perished with him after rampaging on Fukuchi

[luneariann]

Hate how Talking to someone makes me doubt literally everything, like ill be texting my regular friends at 3 am with absolutely no shame but i like them and nooooo 9 is too early i should wait till 9:30 so i dont look like the weirdo that texts rhem as soon as i wake up

[yonpote]

Ok as ridiculous as it is, the idea of them being in a decade long situationship bc they're just too stubborn and/or dumb to recognize it for what it is, is kind of hilarious and I wish someone would write a fic about it

oh thats GOTTA be a fic somewhere i genuinely love that idea

[oceanwithouthermoon]

saiki is such a fucking loser when it comes to romance (and also in general shh) that no matter who it is hes trying to date, he ALWAYS waits for THEM to confess. he will NEVER be the one to confess first..

i dont think he even CONSIDERS the fact that he could confess first, even though he can read their mind and knows exactly how they feel about him.. he waits and waits for a confession and when he doesnt get it, he gets really frustrated and is like 'i guess they just arent serious about me 😒🙄' BRO YOU HAVENT CONFESSED EITHER ?? YOU HAVE THE CAPABILITIES TO DO IT TOO WHY ARE YOU A HYPOCRITE ??

[cabinetduo]

tubbo is genuinely so so good at this villain arc thing, he's thought this out fully and has his motives laid out and is wholly committed to ruining quackity by forcing him to spiral via psychological warfare.im getting chills every few lines like he's grinning and giggling and genuinely getting so much joy from the idea of causing q to suffer. also after he delivered a sick line to fit, post dramatic exit he went "THAT WAS SO COLD" like yes king hype urself up

[lost-words-left-unspoken]

It may have not been you from the beginning but it will be you until the end.

[echonk3]

so uh stupid ass thought but love allies yosuke-chie-kanji and yu-yukiko-naoto

where that first group are all the more outgoing ones and just become love allies because of their major chaotic (and lowkey obvious crushes) on the other three and just grip (ex. chie: oh god did you see her with that outfit?! i thought i was about to die because she looked so good!)

that second group are bit more stoic and polite but in secret with their more subtle crushes they just go on and on about them with each other and help cope with those crushes (ex. yukiko: and then theres her smile and have you seen her in battle shes amazing and ahhhh and then naoto is just like "I know the pain with kanji") like they're face down blushing while ranting and somehow can't fully notice those crushes

both groups give each other love advice and just sympathize with each other

[feltpoetry]

“every poem was yours. even when i thought it was for someone else, it has always been for you”

emery allen

[jessicas-pi]

So This Was A Little More Angsty Than I Recalled...

We’re probably both going to be bruised black and blue by the time this is over, Ezra thinks, blocking a hard swing and throwing it right back. The sun was setting when they started, and it’s nearly dark now.

Sabine’s eyes glow too gold for comfort in the dusky night. Just like he has every day for the last month, he bites his tongue and holds back his questions.

Hera and Zeb won’t tell him about whatever happened to Sabine on Malachor, Kanan and Okadiah are as lost as Ezra is, and if Ahsoka knows anything, she’s not telling. When Ezra brought it up to Mom and Dad, they just told him to be there for Sabine.

He’s been trying.

Sabine has not been cooperating.

So after a month of being there with no success, Ezra gave up and decided that it was time for some non-optional friendship bonding time, but even his best efforts at finding a so-bad-it’s-good holofilm like they used to watch together, even after making some really good movie snacks, all for her, she sulked and complained the whole time, being so—so—infuriating that before he knew it, they were yelling in each others’ faces about tropes.

Ezra stopped yelling, stopped the film, took her by the arm, dragged her outside into the Atollon landscape, and said that they were going to beat the crap out of each other.

(For Mandalorians, sparring is training, recreation, and even courtship. He figured… maybe it would work as therapy, too?)

He doesn’t feel bad about throwing the first punch, because she hit back twice as hard. Ezra thinks his lip is split from a hard hit to the front of his helmet, and Sabine’s knuckles are scraped raw and bloody. They circle each other, slower now than when they started. Her hair has blown out of her braid and sticks to her face in the heat.

It’s a little bit pretty, but now definitely isn’t the right time to think about that.

Sabine rolls one shoulder—he thinks it’s where he landed a decent punch.

“Had enough, tin can?” she demands, but the tension has started to drain from her body and she sounds a little closer to playful than he thought she could ever be again.

“Not if you’ve still got that attitude, wizard girl.”

“You’re gonna regret that,” Sabine warns. She settles into a stance, rocking a little, coiled like a spring.

“Probably,” Ezra agrees.

She draws a breath, and Ezra must have blinked or something, because in the space of an instant, she’s flown at him. He can barely see her in the dark and even the night vision in his helmet doesn’t help.

But he has a split second of advantage. In pure chance, she overextends, and he slams into her, sending them both tumbling through the Atollon dust.

She’s up on her feet again right away—or at least she would be, but Ezra snags her wrist, and drags her back down, flipping over so she’s neatly pinned beneath him.

All he needs is a knife to hold to her throat and it would be a near-perfect replica of the scene in the holofilm that started their stupid fight in the first place.

Sabine doesn’t say anything. She just lies on her back in the dust, looking up at him with the eyes that always seemed to see through his mask, but now they don’t look like they’re seeing anything. He hopes she’s processing her emotions and not disassociating.

Ezra is about to move off of her when something catches his eye, and he brushes some of her hair away from her face. It clings—not with sweat, but with blood. There’s a cut on her cheek.

“Did I hurt you?” he breathes, not sure what he’s even saying, and he draws away.

Flying up, her hand seizes his wrist, gripping painfully tight, even as her sharpening gaze fixes right where his eyes would be.

Ezra swallows dryly. The look she gives him is making him feel a thousand things that he doesn’t really want to sort out, now or ever.

“Sabine?” he asks. “What…”

He trails off. Her thumb slides to the little space between his glove and his sleeve, pulling the cloth back. Never looking away from his face, she pulls his arm up and softly kisses the pulse of his wrist.

“You’re dangerous, Ezra,” she smiles, breath on his skin.

Then, like the Spectre she is, Sabine is gone.

[soulntes]

MOONLIGHT SUNRISE

tsireya x oc sully

𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓, 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄

𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄, 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄

being the same age as one the older siblings, people already set their eyes on who he'll become since his birth. nothing can change that. love is something lastly on his minds, nothing but responsibility and hard work. that is until a girl smiles in his direction.. it's over.

"have you ever been in love? if you were, would you love again? if not, is someone important waiting for you back at home?"

"tsireya, you are a sweet girl but love is something i can not allow myself to feel when i'm expected highly."

WARNING : ANGST | FLUFF | ROMANCE | SLOW BURN | REJECTION | STRANGERS TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS | CANON VIOLENCE | DEATHS | EXPLICIT LANGUAGE | SELF SABOTAGE

CHAPTER INDEX

PROLOGUE

1. HOME AWAY FROM HOME

2. METKAYINA SWEETHEART

3. ???