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Two Loves, One Heart

Fandom: Narnia, Edmund Pevensie x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

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@finnofamerica​​ asked: Hi caroline! First of all, Congratulations 🎆🎉 second of all may I bug you for an Edmund x reader (for your celebration) with “If you love two people at the same time, choose the second because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn’t have fallen for the second.”?Love you!!

A/N: this was fun :)

Your mother always said, “If you love two people at the same time, choose the second because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn’t have fallen for the second.” While at the time it seemed to be good advice, you couldn’t help but think that her reasoning was a bit flawed. Now, however, you weren’t so sure.

You had been in a happy relationship with James for years now. The two of you grew up together, childhood best friends and neighbors. Your mothers always hoped the two of you would get together some day. And eventually you did. Being separated during the evacuations of London was tough on the two of you. You were both sent to places on the opposite ends of Britain, and it was the longest summer of your life. At your fifteenth birthday party, James kissed your cheek, and you began to see him in a slightly different way. At sixteen, you gave James a real kiss. You weren’t officially together, but everyone knew James loved you. You’re pretty sure you loved him too, yet sitting here with Edmund, you felt things you never felt with James.

A year at Professor Kirke's house with the Pevensies gave you the adventures you'd always dreamed of. Edmund and you became fast friends, being the closest in age. When you and the Pevensies went to Narnia, you became part of their family, so of course, going back to life in London was a huge adjustment. The four of them kept in touch with letters, but it wasn't the same. You still missed them immensely. 

During your weekly trip into the city, you never expected to come in contact with the Pevensies. Yet there you were in line to purchase your train ticket home when you heard someone call your name.

“Y/n!” You spun around and your eyes landed on a tall dark-haired boy walking towards you.

“Edmund!” You nearly dropped your bag as you ran over and threw your arms around him in a hug. “How are you? How are your siblings?”

He grinned and looked over to the other end of the station where the three other Pevensie siblings stood smiling. Edmund took your hand, a habit the two of you developed over your years in Narnia, and pulled you over to the others. “Y/n!” Lucy exclaimed, hugging you tightly. Many hugs were exchanged between the five of you and eventually, you made your way out of the station to a little park nearby. You figured your mother could live without you for another hour or two, and if she bothered to ask, you would tell her who you ran into.

It had been nearly a year and a half since last seeing the Pevensies. After returning to Narnia with them and reclaiming the land from the Telmarines, you and the Pevensies were once again separated. You kept in touch through letters, but it wasn’t the same. You lived with them for fifteen years, and not a day went by where you didn’t gossip with Susan, play games with Lucy, discuss life with Peter, or tease Edmund. Coming back to England left a hole in your heart.

The five of you talked for hours and hours, and it was only when the sun began to set that you realized how late it had gotten. “Look at that, it’s nearly sunset,” Susan commented.

“Never quite as beautiful as a Narnian sunset, are they?” Edmund nudged your shoulder, grinning. You shook your head in agreement. Many evenings found you and Edmund sitting on the western balcony of Cair Paravel waiting for the sunset. Now, every night you watched it out the window of your bedroom, you couldn’t help but imagine where Edmund was, if he was watching the sunset, thinking about you the way you thought about him.

You sighed as you looked at the time on your watch. “I better head home now. I’m sure Mum’s worried sick about me.” Peter chuckled.

“Us, too. Mum told us to be back before dark.” The five of you rose to your feet, brushing the dirt and grass from your pants and skirts.

“It was great to see you, Y/n,” Susan told you. “You’ll have to come to the city more often to visit.”

You nodded, your eyes catching on Edmund’s soft smile. “I come every Thursday. You’ll just have to come by the station so we can spend the day together.”

"That sounds wonderful." Lucy pulled everyone into a hug.

They walked you back to the station, Edmund holding your hand the entire way.

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“James, we need to talk.” You knew those words never led to anything good, so you figured you might as well get it over with. After stewing for a few days about your encounter with the Pevensies, particularly Edmund, you realized that it wasn’t fair to James to continue your relationship. Not that there really was one to begin with, but it still felt wrong to continue leading him on when your heart belonged to someone else.

He sighed, moving over on the bench to allow you to sit. You had asked him to meet you at the park, a neutral area that left little room for negotiation since you could walk away at any moment. “I already know what you’re going to say, Y/n.”

“You do?”

James nodded. “You don’t think I’m right for you anymore.” You sat in silence for a moment, pondering his words. Slowly, you nodded. “It’s alright. I understand.” He stood up and offered you a hand. Pulling you into a hug, he whispered to you, “He’s a lucky guy.” Then James walked off, leaving you alone on the bench.

That night, you wrote to Edmund asking him to meet you at the station next Thursday. Please come alone, you requested. As much as you loved his siblings, this was a conversation you needed to have in private with Edmund.

Thursday morning rolled around quicker than you hoped, and suddenly, you found yourself on the train to London without a clue of what to say to Edmund. Thankfully, the words came easy once you found yourself standing in front of him.

“I ended things...with James.”

Edmund tilted his head, confusion written on his face. “Why?” You sighed, taking his hand and pulling him to a nearby bench.

“My mum always told me that if you love two people at the same time, choose the second because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn’t have fallen for the second. I did love James...once. Not anymore, though. Someone else has taken my heart, and I don’t want to take it back from them.” You looked up at Edmund, e/c eyes meeting his rich brown ones. “I don’t love James anymore because...because I love you, Edmund.”

Edmund’s eyes widened, his lips parting in surprise. Then the biggest smile you had ever seen spread across his face. “I love you, too, Y/n.” You let out a happy gasp as his hands reached up to cup your face, and he pulled your lips to his.

The kiss was slow and sweet. You didn’t need to rush because you knew in that moment that Edmund wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. Your fingers wrapped around his tie, pulling him closer. When your lips finally parted, Edmund pressed his forehead to yours, eyes partly closed, a soft smile on his face.

“That was wonderful,” he murmured. You nodded, a grin falling over your mouth.

“I love you, Ed.”

“I love you, Y/n. I’m glad your heart chose me.”

A/N: sorry for the lame ending, I had no clue how to finish it.

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How the Moon Fell In Love With a Star - Part 6

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Pairing: Sirius Black x OC (Remus’s twin sister)

Word Count: 1,190

Summary: Lilliana Lupin is just starting her seventh year with her twin brother and best friends. The only catch: she’s in love with one of them. When James hatches a plan to make both Lily Evans and Sirius Black notice James and Lillie, she is hesitant. Until it works.

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A/N: Y’all would not believe the writer’s block I had! I’m sorry this took so long, I’ve been so busy with school and work and I’ve been sick and last week was homecoming but now I have inspiration! So hopefully, I’ll get back on track with this series and writing in general. I hope this was worth the wait :)

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Morning rays of sunlight left criss-cross patterns on my quilt. I rolled over only to be met with the confused face of Lily Evans.

“Since when were you and Potter together?” For a moment, I stared blankly at her, then her words processed and my eyes widened. Lily stepped away from the bed and began to pace. “And why am I finding out from Marlene of all people? I should be finding out from you! I'm only your best friend!”

“I was going to tell you, but last night you were too drunk to even know what was going on around you!” I explained defensively. Lily deflated a bit at my comment. She always felt embarrassed when someone called her out on drinking. Which wasn't often.

Lily looked away, finally saying, “Well, you still should have told me. I want to know that kind of thing!” I grinned at my best friend before chucking a pillow at her.

“You always need to be involved,” I laughed.

“I do! You know this already. Now hurry up, we've got to get to Hogsmeade soon. I need to start my Christmas shopping. Oh, and we need dresses for the New Years’ Ball!”

It's only November, Lils, we have plenty of time!”

“Never too early to start!” She called as she waltzed out of the room.

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A crisp breeze blew my hair all over the place. “I hate wind,” I sputtered, hooking a finger around the strand of hair caught in my mouth.

Remus chuckled. “You know, if you cut your hair…”

“Over my dead body,” I replied darkly. Remus raised his hands in surrender as the boys laughed. James threw an arm around my shoulder, at which Sirius abruptly quieted himself. I tried not to let it bother me, but I couldn't help wondering what he was thinking in that handsome head of his.

“How long exactly has this…” Peter gestured at James and I, “Been going on?”

James shrugged nonchalantly. “A while I guess. I mean we've both been in love with different people for a while and we'd go to each other to talk about it, so it's been kind of a slow burn.”

“Oh yeah?” Sirius questioned. “So who did you love, Lilliana?” His question caught me off guard but the use of my full name was like a slap in the face.

James replied, “You, actually.” I dropped my book.

Sirius’ eyebrows scrunched up. “Pardon?” Remus and Peter looked on in horror. James elbowed me in the side.

“Right, that.” I shifted my weight to my left foot, looking anywhere but Sirius’ gray eyes. Reaching down to grab my book, I said, “I'm over it now, anyway. You know, because of...James. And all that.” The boy next to me nodded.

“Totally over it!” James said. “Just like I am over Evans in any and every way possible.”

Remus rolled his eyes. Of course my twin would be the one to doubt. He knew the both of us better than anyone. “Well, lads, I guess it's just the three of us today,” Remus commented. “I'm sure these two will want the day to themselves.”

“Oh, no! We were planning to...spend the day with you.” My eyes met Remus’ and he hid a smug smile.

“Oh really?” Sirius asked condescendingly. “Why on Earth would the happy couple not want time on their own?” He didn't wait for an answer and instead stalked off down the path toward Hogsmeade.

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First stop: Honeydukes. Obviously. I could never resist the intoxicating scents drifting out the door and always found my way into the sweet's shop eventually.

“Let me pay,” James said as I dumped my sugar haul on the counter.

“James, I can't.” I pushed his hand away from his pocket where he had been reaching for his wallet.

“Come on, let me do this. I'm your boyfriend.”

I glanced around before whispering, “You're my best friend, meaning you are not obligated to actually pay for anything.”

“But how would that look to everyone else if I don't pay for you?” He knew he won the argument because a second later, the sickles and knuts had already changed hands and the shopkeeper was scooping everything into a bag. I sighed and took the bag from the shopkeeper.

“You didn't have to do that,” I told James again as we left the shop. He shrugged.

We headed over to Three Broomsticks, planning to meet up with Remus and Lily and Peter. Sirius had ditched the others in favor of spending the day with Frank Longbottom. James pulled open the door and a wave of warmth rushed over us. In the corner by the bar, I spotted Regulus with some of his Slytherin friends. He looked up and caught my eye. I smiled, and he nodded then went back to his drink.

“Why do you acknowledge the little Black?” James asked.

“Because I actually tolerate him. He's not so bad if you get to know him. Besides, it's one of the easiest ways to piss off Sirius.” James twisted his head to follow my gaze and saw his best friend in the opposite corner with Frank, Alice, and Marlene.

“Right. Let's get drinks.” He tugged me over to an empty booth and pulled me in next to him. “Two butterbeers,” he told the waitress.

As James and I waited, I could feel the eyes of almost every Hogwarts student focused on us. Of course they would be. James and I appeared as a couple, and people stared. Because it was unusual. Out of the ordinary.

As it turned out, though, the staring was to our advantage as Sirius’ eyes did not leave me, and a moment later, Lily walked in with my brother and Peter.

“I will never get used to this,” Lily said, taking the booth across from James and me.

“You should,” replied James. He turned to me and took my hand, playing with my fingers. The waitress brought us our drinks, and James nodded in thanks, handing her a few sickles.

“Hey, Lillie, we should go dress shopping today,” Lily suggested. “Want to get a good one before they're all gone.”

I sighed. “Whyyyyy…” Dress shopping was one of my least favorite things in the world. Lily grabbed my hand.

“Please! James can come to,” she added, as if that made it better.

“No because-” I cut myself off abruptly. I couldn't say no because he'll just mess around the whole time. Lily would doubt that.

She crossed her arms. “Why not? Don't you want to coordinate?”

“Why on Earth would would we-” I elbowed James sharply in the ribs. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. What? Did you forget she's your girlfriend or something?” James's eyes widened.

“N-no,” he sputtered. “I just meant... this might not work out and we'll just,” he made a few strange hand gestures, “be friends again...then. When the dance comes.”

“Already having doubts, Jamsie?” He gave me a look, at which Remus chuckled. I shoved his shoulder. “I'm just messing, Prongs.”

James threw me a grin and tossed his arm over my shoulder. “Thank Merlin for that!”

Part 7

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💛Caroline | male preferences | either era | Ravenclaw | best quality: loyalty, worst quality: I tend to get overprotective of friends in like a jealous way if that makes sense?? | Fall | dogs, specifically Labrador retrievers | maroon | Fireflies by Owl City | relax best early to mid morning in my bedroom | writing is my passion, reading is the most relaxing pastime but only if it's a book I've read before, I always yell “PUUUUUPPPPPY!!!” when I see a dog :) congrats Filia💕

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I ship you with: James Potter

Your story:

It was a late Saturday afternoon when you where in James’ dorm. You had agreed to help him with his Transfiguration homework, even though you were quite sure he was top of the class already. Something about the way he asked questions about wand movements and pronunciation told you he didn’t need assistance. But did you really care? The answer was no. You liked spending time with him. How carefully he listened and nodded when you explained things he probably already knew. How he complimented your handwriting. How the tips of your fingers touched, just slightly, when you showed him something in your textbook.

“You’re a good tutor, you know that?” James asked when you were finished.

“Guess I am,” you said smiling. “Are you sure you need a tutor though? You seem to catch on just fine.”

“Well-”

Suddenly the door opened with a creak, a dark figure squeezing through. It was a dog, black and scruffy, wagging his tail as he jumped onto one of the boy‘s beds.

“Oh my god, puppy!”

When he looked over and saw you, his tail stopped wagging all of a sudden and you could have sworn you saw him trying to hide his head beneath the pillow.

“Since when do you guys own a dog? Is that even allowed?” you asked as you got up to pet him.

James followed you and said: “I think I’ll have to tell you something, love.”

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Oof I don't even know what I want for Theseus fics I just need them😩😍 Do you have a prompt list? Because I can send in some prompts for him😄

I made this list the other day that I’ve been accepting from! But really any idea is fine whether it’s dialogue or a scene or a song request. I just really want to write for him lol.

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🌙 name: Caroline, I write character x reader-inserts and character x ocs, I want to start writing for all eras but haven't had the time to write for more than Marauders and lightning eras, quote: "a writer is simply a photographer of thoughts"

I KEEP FORGETTING TO POST THIS Welcome to the family, Caroline!!!

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You Always Find Your Way Back Home - Epilogue

As the light filters into the room, illuminating the room with a soft glow, Thranduil often has a moment of panic right before he opens his eyes. A brief sense of amnesia hits him, causing him to jerk, reaching to grasp onto the empty spot where you would lay. 

The minute his hand lands onto your form, the panic recedes like an old memory being shoved away under the bed. Opening his eyes, Thranduil notices your form is turned away from him. Smiling softly, he loops his arms around your waist, tugging your form to his chest so he can properly hold you. 

Shifting, your eyelashes began to flutter, your form stretching slightly before shifting to press yourself further into Thranduil’s embrace. 

Opening your eyes, you winced at the bright light, turning to bury your face in Thranduil’s bare chest. 

“Good mornin’” Your voice was muffled and cloaked in tiredness, causing Thranduil’s smile to widen. 

“Good morning,” He cooed in response, holding you a little tighter as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

As the sun continued to rise above the horizon, the two of you basked in the warm light. Tilting your head up, you smiled when you two locked eyes. Leaning forward, you pressed a kiss to his lips. 

Shifting a hand from the small of your back to the nape of your neck, the two of you continued the kiss like a passionate dance. Ever since you permanently returned to Middle Earth, Thranduil always did things with a sense of urgency, yet dragged them out like it was the last time he was ever going to get to be with you. Holding you, kissing you, making love to you. 

And each time, you returned his affection with a sense of calm, letting him know you aren’t going anywhere. 

Ending the kiss, Thranduil shifted his hand once more to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. 

Grabbing his hand, you pressed a kiss to his knuckles before rubbing over them with your thumb.

“I’m here,” You whispered. “I’m home.” 

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I’d wait a hundred years just for you to carry me into the darkness, because it’s only with you that I can always see the light.

- Stories by Caroline

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Ordeals

Charlie Weasley x Legilimens!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) has a hard time sleeping after the war, good thing her husband is there when she wakes up.

Prompt: A lovely request from @cutie-bug (that took WAY too long to get out of my head, I’m so sorry!)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

A/N: uh. hey. i’m back. whoops. sorry for the hiatus. i’m trying to get back into writing, but it’s been increasingly hard for me of late. in the meantime, however, enjoy a lovely fic with our fave dragon boi.

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A sliver of light filtered through the moss colored curtains, shining directly onto the dark covers of the bed beneath. The sheets rose and fell with the deep slumber of the redheaded man resting under, gently lifting momentarily to fall back down. The morning had barely begun, the sun only recently rising, but that had left no impact on the other owner of the bed.

(Y/N) had been sitting upright, head in her hands, for at least an hour before the sun rose. The war may have ended nearly a year ago, but the nightmares never ceased to end. It was easy to rationalize that the fighting and bloodshed had ended when she had woken, but the sleepless slumbers left her no deliberate way to understand the reality. It had become a habit to live off three to four hour nights of interrupted sleep.  

A sputtering cough came from (Y/N)’s left side, her head turning ever so slightly towards the sound. Charlie usually had woken up by now, but yesterday had been a long day at the dragon sanctuary, loads of new eggs had finally hatched and were in need of constant supervision. Voldemort and his Death Eaters had come into owning a few dragons, neglecting their basic needs as creatures and using them for their own selfish purposes. Charlie was chosen to lead the rehabilitation of the few dragons rescued, leading to late nights and early mornings.

“(Y/N)?” Charlie muttered, voice thick with sleep. A chunk of his red locks fell in front of his freckled face, forcing the half-asleep man to push them back into place.

What’s wrong?

“I’m fine,” (Y/N) responded curtly, as she had every morning.

Doesn’t seem like it.

“No, really. I’m really fine.” She rose her hand up in protest, glancing away. The small gemstone from her ring caught the ray of light, sending a glittering shimmer to her eye.��

“Stop reading my mind, love,” Charlie yawned, pulling his arms above the sheets, stretching them out for the day. “And before you say anything, I know it’s stronger when you wake up, but you and I both know you’ve been awake longer than you’d care to admit.” 

(Y/N) sat in a stunned silence. Of course her husband could see through her possible excuses, he had been doing so since the war ended. A soft echo of Charlie’s voice rang through her head.

How long?

“I’ve only been awake for an hour or so. I’ve tried to fall back asleep but nothing worked—not even counting dragons.” (Y/N) chuckled airily.

“What was it this time?” Charlie had fully sat up, parallel to his wife. His white pajama shirt was bunched and twisted up from his sleep.

“The usual,” (Y/N) groaned. “We were back at Hogwarts, fighting some Death Eaters,”

I bet I looked great.

“You did look pretty great, like usual,” (Y/N) responded, elbowing Charlie slightly. He smiled lightly. “But this time, you didn’t dodge. The spell… it hit you.” The sound barely leaving her lips.

“But I’m still here,” Charlie gently rested his hand under (Y/N)’s chin, cupping her cheek. “I’m always still here.” 

“I know,” Her head softly pushed into his grip. “But if I lost you, I don’t know what I would’ve done. Merlin, what would I have told your mother? She would have lost two sons in one day and—”

“But she didn’t,” Charlie said, tone sharp. “Fred is gone, that can’t ever change,” A deep sigh. “But I’m still here, see?” His hand enveloped (Y/N)’s, circling the back of it with his thumb. “You still feel me, right?”

(Y/N) nodded. “I just wish they would stop.”

“I know.”

The two sat in silence, the familiar pacing of their breathing settling both of their worried hearts.

“Your hands are always so cold in the morning,” (Y/N) spoke up, slowly pulling her hand away from Charlie’s icy one. “I still think you should wear a pair of mittens while you sleep.”

“Once you learn to knit, then I’ll consider it,” Charlie laughed, his fingers tracing over his other knuckles, twisting his wedding band. “Besides, you’re always there in the morning to warm them up.” A peck landed squarely on (Y/N)’s temple, soft and wet.

“Gross.” 

“Can’t a man appreciate his furnace of a wife?” Charlie asked, voice slightly hurt. (Y/N) rolled her eyes before kicking one leg off the side of the bed, her second soon to follow. “Wait, love—”

“I’m not in the mood, Charlie. Deal with it yourself, you have two—rather cold—hands. I put more tissues in your nightstand if you really need to—”

“Who’s the gross one now?” Charlie said, gripping onto (Y/N)’s sleep shirt, preventing her escape. “As much as I appreciate your extremely polite decline, that’s not why I was stopping you.”

“Wouldn’t have been the first time,” (Y/N) shrugged, kicking her leg back onto the bed. “Not that I usually complain.”

“Neither do I,” Charlie laughed, the sound bouncing off their small bedroom walls. “As much fun as that would be, that’s not what you need right now.”

“What I need?” (Y/N) questioned, resettling back into the nest that laid before her.

“What you need, indeed.” Charlie repeated. “Quite clearly you’re need of some good, old fashioned, Weasley cuddles.”

“Charlie, you know I want to—”

“Shush!” Charlie hissed, patting the sheets closer to his open arm. “Come on, in you go.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, a small smile breaking onto her lips. She nuzzled her way into her husbands side, fitting like a missing puzzle piece.

Smells good.

A wider smile tugged at the corners of (Y/N)’s mouth, hiding her happiness in her husband’s chest.

“You know,” Charlie hummed, fingers weaving through (Y/N)’s hair. “No matter where we are in the world, as long as I can have you in my arms like this—just like this—it feels like home.”

“There you go again,” (Y/N) sputtered, blush creeping up her neck. “Saying everything that’s on your mind like it’s nothing.”

Charlie chuckled. “A habit I picked up from courting you, love. You’d be able to read my mind anyway, might as well beat you to the punch, no?” He angled his head down, eyebrow teasing his hairline.

“It’s fun to read your mind,” (Y/N) spoke honestly, weaving her hand under the blanket to rest on Charlie’s thigh. “You know I try not to do it often, but it can’t be helped.” She shrugs, fully resting into Charlie’s side. “Besides, I like your honest reactions.”

“Reactions? To what—” It was in that moment that (Y/N)’s hand began gently moving up and down his thigh.

Merlin…

“To that, my dear husband.” (Y/N) chuckled, stopping all movements entirely. “Those are the reactions I live for.”

“I thought you weren’t in the mood?” Charlie mused, clearly enjoying the game his wife was playing.

“Oh, I’m not,” (Y/N) smiled, removing her hand to her side, leaving a small peck on Charlie’s jaw. “But it’s fun to tease. Your face—”

“—color matches my hair,” Charlie rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I think I’ve heard that one before.”

Only a thousand times

“A thousand and one, then.” (Y/N) laughed, peppering more kisses along her husband’s jaw. The soft smacking sounds echoed through the room, filling the empty space with love. With one swift motion, Charlie angled his head towards his wife’s attentive lips, capturing the delicate two between his own.

“You know,” Charlie began. Another kiss. “I have to be at work in an hour.” 

(Y/N) groaned, running her hand down Charlie’s chest. “I know,” she breathed, patting his chest lightly. “Those dragons can’t do anything without their dad, huh?”

Charlie’s chest rose with laughter. “Yeah, except maybe burn down a village or two.” He snuggled closer to (Y/N), filling the empty spaces with blankets and comfort. The soft morning sun continued to filter through the curtains, cloaking the lovers in a ray of light and hope. (Y/N)’s features were practically glowing against the rays, illuminating the face Charlie loved so dearly.

“You know, I don’t have to read your mind to know what you’re thinking.” (Y/N) smiled, peering up towards her husband’s eyes. The brown irises were gleaming with life, stoked by the expression he had only ever fathomed emoting to her and only her.

“Oh yeah?” Charlie hinted, pressing a soft peck to (Y/N)’s forehead. “Then what’m I thinking?”

“That I should go put a pot of coffee on if you’re ever going to leave this bed.” (Y/N) yawned, retreating from their love nest, pulling the dark sheets to the side.

“Ah, exactly that,” Charlie said, watching (Y/N) swing her legs across their bed, moving to exit their bedroom. “See? You don’t need to read my mind to know what I’m thinking, love. It’s our special connection.” 

(Y/N) smiled, turning towards their kitchen. The wooden floorboards creaked with every step, almost drowning out the sound of a faint thought, one of Charlie’s, one (Y/N) practically missed.

I love you. So much.

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Just Stay - Theseus Scamander

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authors note: honestly i don’t know if post are being blocked with us posting links but i’m still adding my masterlist and tagging people.

disclaimer: none, this is so soft and i wrote this when i was sleepy and i just want theseus to hold me like this, okay bye. also this is my first theseus/fb fic so be nice lmao <3 (gif isn’t mine) ((there is v few callum gifs, this was so hard))

word count: 652 (this is so short)

It was not everyday that you got to see Theseus this way. Normally in the morning you would wake up to an empty bed and the lingering smell of his cologne as he left far earlier than you to work. However you couldn’t help the smile that seemed to be glued onto your face as his chest would rise and fall as he slept peacefully. You had five minutes to spare before you needed to be up and getting ready to leave, unlike Theseus you still had work to go into today.

So you moved yourself closer to him to let your head rest on his shoulder and his hand instinctively went out and settled on your lower back and he let his head fall onto yours as he pulled you in closer.

You were sure that you had only closed your eyes for 10 seconds before your owl was softly tapping on your window to let you know it was time to start the day. Drawing you out from the peaceful bubble you were in, you found it quite devastating to move from Theseus, all you wanted to do was sleep in.

Before you could get out of bed and push the thoughts of not going into work to the back of your mind, Theseus wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his face into your neck, mumbling sleepily.

“Don’t even think about going into work. You’re all mine for the day.”

Your fingers began to thread through his mop of curly hair; he hummed quietly in contentment. “I really wish I didn’t have to, but unfortunately not all of us can be an extremely young and accomplished head Auror that saved millions of lives and deserves a more than well deserved break.”

He laughed quietly before pressing a light kiss right between your neck and collarbone, “You’re inflating my ego, love.”

He loosened his grip on you and you turned from him to roll out of bed, except his arm wrapped around you once more and he pulled you in even closer. Your back was pressed against his chest and his legs tangled with yours, “Just stay today.”

He was pressing kisses to the back of your shoulder and his fingers were drumming a soft beat against your hip. “You’re going to get me fired, Theseus.”

“Better for me, I’ll get you for the whole week.”

You knew he was joking but you honestly wouldn’t put it past him to be serious, “Besides, if anything happened I’d get you a job in the Ministry.”

You made a face, you didn’t like the idea of working for them, “You know it isn’t quite bad.”

“Says you.”

“Just stay, I’ll write a letter letting them know you were needed for a serious matter and it’ll be excused. Like you said, I’m an extremely young, accomplished, and attractive head Auror. They’ll let you off easily.”

You could feel the smile he was wearing against your shoulder, “I don’t think I said attractive.”

“But we both know you were thinking it.”

You laughed and moved even closer to him, “What if they ask what the serious matter was? What are you going to say?”

“That I was in dire need of alone time with you.”

He was being extremely affectionate and when he lightly bit down on your shoulder a quite gasp left you, “Are you always this playful in the morning?”

“Only when I get to spend it with you.”

And that sentence was it; you turned in his arms and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “Fine. Just today I’ll stay home with you.”

His face broke out into a smile and he pulled you in for a long and sweet kiss, nuzzling his nose against your once the two of you pulled away. He pressed his lips to your forehead before mumbling quietly, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[fizzyhosh]

Person A backing up person B into the wall and the "how'd the mistletoe get there" and person A is James

“There. It’s officially Christmas. The best decoration has been put up,” Remus said. He climbed off a chair, stepped back, and admired the Christmas tree, which he had just added the star topper to.

“The star isn’t the best decoration. That is,” Sirius argued as he pointed to giant tacky blow up Santa outside.

You laughed but stopped as soon as you saw James’ mischievous smile. “Oh no. What?” Your eyes glanced down to see he was holding something behind his back.

“Lads, you’re both wrong about this. I found the best Christmas decoration and there is no question it is the best because it’s the reason for the season.”

“What is it, James?” you asked impatiently.

He pulled out the small green plant and smiled triumphantly. “Mistletoe.”

You groaned but laughed lightly as Remus and Sirius both silently agreed by nodding and shrugging.

“‘The reason for the season’? Come on, James.”

“Come over here and I’ll show you why I love it so much,” he taunted. Though your cheeks burned red, you stayed put with a firm shake of your head.

James frowned and later that day, you found it dangling above wherever James was. You made sure to avoid it so you didn’t have to kiss James, mostly because it was a stupid tradition but partly because he made you nervous.

About a week later, on Christmas Eve, James found you. He looked innocent enough, all his tricks for getting you under the mistletoe failed and he appeared to have given up.

“Hey, Y/n.”

“James…” you said skeptically. You looked around for any archways the mistletoe might have been hanging from but didn’t see any. “Given up your little game?”

He just smiled and kept walking towards you until he was almost touching you, so you backed up. He followed, stepping closer and closer to you.

You put your hand up to stop him but he kept stepped forwards until your back hit the wall behind you. “What are you doing?” you asked softly, hearing the small crack in your voice.

James looked up subtly and back down at you as you bent your neck to follow his gaze. “How did that get there?”

You glared at the badly and over-taped green plant before looking at James.

“Care to participate in an age-old tradition with me, Y/n?”

“I guess I have no choice,” you replied before standing on your toes and kissing him, leaving him breathless.

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[swellwriting]

Summer Storms

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: ANGSTY again... I'm on an angst roll I'm sorry

Request: @niffleurs ( the love of my life and absolute cutie) wanted someone to write a fic based on the song Summer Storms by Jake Etheridge so HERE it is <3

Word Count: 1.1 k

There was a silence that filled the space, the small room of your apartment. Somehow you thought it would be no better or worse than if the awkward silence filled Dracos much larger room at the Malfoys manner, you hadn't stayed there in a long time. Draco had been there a lot recently, you weren't sure why. Not to say you weren't happy he was getting closer to his family again but he wasn't the same when he spent too much time with them. It had only been three weeks and you could already sense the drastic change.

Nights like this were strange, to say the least, feeling as though you had both run out of things to say, or at least you couldn't find something to say that he wouldn’t lash out at, he was like that sometimes.

You pulled your half of the covers up to your chin, trying to get comfortable in the warm bed that felt oh so cold right now. Draco was so quiet you weren't even sure he was breathing, you listened, held your breath, maybe he was doing the same.

You hoped things would be better by morning, maybe you could wake up and his chest would be pressed against your back, the comfort of the soft warm skin of his arms around your waist. You closed your eyes with that hope. You knew you should never go to bed angry, this wasn't anger though, it was something inherently different altogether.

When your heavy eyes opened in the morning you felt no such thing, you felt a cold side of the bed when you stretched your fingers out. Sitting up you looked around the room, his bag was gone but aside from that everything looked the same, he never kept much of his things here anyway.

You searched the apartment a bit, he didn't work today, he should be here, especially this early in the morning. Your heart sank at the thought, what if he left, without a word at all. The few things he did keep here were gone, his toothbrush, the clothes he kept in the very bottom drawer, his jacket from the closet and every single pair of shoes that had been left here. He was gone, so effortlessly.

There had been so many nights during your time with Draco where he would break down, he would cry and say things about himself you knew weren't true. He would fall, pale knees to the tiled bathroom floor as his face was cradled in his own palms. He would call himself heartless, you would disagree and tell him all the reasons he wasn't but at this moment you thought, maybe he was right.

You turned and headed back to the kitchen, you were too tired to even cry, it was too early to have your heart broken. You felt a bit of wind and heard shoes hit the floor behind you, you knew it was him from the smell of his posh cologne.

You looked at him, a longing stare that was also empty as it met his shocked eyes.

“You're awake early.” He simply offered, no apology or explanation.

“Says you.”

“I was just-”

“Leaving. I gathered that much. You look surprised to see me, like a deer caught in headlights. Forget something?”

“Yeah.” He said slowly suddenly forgetting what he had come back for but you knew it wasn't to say goodbye based on his face.

“Look Y/n I don't know what you want me to say.”

“An explanation would suffice.”

“I don't have one.”

“No you are just too much of a coward to tell me the truth, tell me how you really feel.”

“You told me I wasn't a coward.” He let slip out, weak voice, you hurt him with that one, he deserved it.

“I also told you that you weren't heartless either, guess I was wrong.”

“Y/N.”

“What Draco?Hm? Are you really gonna tell me the truth, that the best I had to offer you was never gonna be quite enough? This life you say you wanted with me didn't turn out to be as nice and posh and easy as you are used to?”

“My life has never been easy!” He argued starting to get angry with how you were reacting/

“Then why go back to that? Why go back to your family home after everything we have been through together. I thought you loved me but these past few weeks you act like you don't even know me anymore.”

“I have to, I don't have a choice.”

“Oh, poor Draco Malfoy, the boy who never had a choice! Your an adult now, it's your life you make the decisions.”

“They are going to disown me if I don't obey!” He yelled angrily at you for not understanding, but how could you? He never gave you the chance too, took the burden all on his own.

“Oh how terrible, the family inheritance is more important than me is it?”

“Y/N please listen I-”

“I get it, I was good for a while right? Good girlfriend material but not the wife your family wants you with? I'm not pureblood enough for them is that it? They told you to leave me! Well, I guess your reasons for not leaving, if there ever were any, just ran out.”

“Y/N they have arranged me to marry someone else!” He finally admitted.

“So I was right, I was never good enough for them and now I'm not even good enough for you!”

“You were everything to me!” He yelled back as tears pooled in his eyes. “But I don't have a choice.” He said as the tears let loose, flowing down his face. You pushed him out the door, “You do have a choice, and you made it when you tried to leave without a trace or a goodbye, and now I don't even want one.” You yelled, maybe it wasn't too early to be heartbroken, then you slammed the door and grabbed your wand casting a spell to keep him out. You ran to your room and hid in your sheets, they still smelled like him.

You wished you could burn them, so you did. Grabbing your wand you cast Incendio without thinking of the consequence. Why should you think about your actions after all? Draco didn't think about his, he didn't care? Why should you?

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[carolinesbookworld]

It’s a Good Thing I Have a Dragon - Charlie Weasley

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x reader

Word Count: 1,590ish

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A/N: This took me a week to write and I still don't know if I like it all that much. Anyway, the timeline might be kinda screwed up because I haven't read Deathly Hallows in forever, but that's when this was intended to take place, like before Bill & Fleur's wedding but after Harry left Privet Drive. Idk it's a fanfic, I can do what I want.

Also this is based on a ship that @madformoony did for me on my main blog @toomanyroses25 :)

The Burrow appeared in all its glory as Charlie and you Apparated into the yard. “It's been so long since I was here,” you stated.

Charlie laughed and swung an arm around you. “Yeah, well you're here now so that's all that matters.” The two of you continued walking down the path, hauling your trunks along behind you. Seeing all the grass with a bunch of miscellaneous objects scattered around, trees casting odd shadows over them, made you feel nostalgic.

You and Charlie had met in detention one night during your fourth year. You already knew his brother, Bill, as he had helped you many times with Transfiguration and you helped him with Charms, even though you were in a different house (A/N: or in Gryffindor, whichever applies to you) and two years younger. Charlie, who was the same year as you, became one of your closest friends after that fateful detention. You never really got on with Percy, and Ron and Ginny were never in Hogwarts at the same time as you, but the twins made your last two years... interesting. Then you and Charlie went off to Romania together, he to study dragons and you to write a novel based on said-dragons. It only made sense that after a few years, you would admit that you had been in love since your school days at Hogwarts. And now you were headed back to the place you visited every summer after fourth year...for a wedding.

“If I'm being honest,” you said. “I didn't think we'd come back here except to tell your mum we were getting married.”

Charlie let out a laugh. “She'd have a heart attack if we didn't tell her in person.” This caused you to laugh as well. “Although, I was planning to tell her.”

You froze. “Now?” Charlie nodded. “Are you sure this is the best time, Charlie? I mean, Bill's getting married, and all this stuff with another war coming on, and Ron and Ginny will be going into their two hardest years at Hogwarts, and-”

“And nothing!” Charlie stopped you short. “Mum will be thrilled. And besides, don't you think we could use a little happiness? What with Dumbledore being gone and all this madness with the Order?” Charlie sighed. “I want my family to know that we're together.”

“They do,” you replied. “Have since we were here last.”

He rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

You sighed and turned to look out at the yard, crossing you arms. “I just think…”

“You think what?” He took your hands in his and kissed each of them.

“It's Bill's wedding. Don't you want your brother to have his own day?”

“He will! And just think how excited he'll be when he finds out I finally got the guts to ask you to marry me! He's been wanting this to happen practically since we met!” Charlie's arms snaked around your shoulders, pulling you into a comforting hug. “If you really don't want to say anything,” he mumbled into your hair. “We won't. I want this to be your decision too.” You smiled against his chest, hugging him closer.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” He looked over at the house. “Now, let's go face the monsters.”

You giggled. “Yeah, your younger siblings are monsters, but dragons are just misunderstood.” Hand in hand, you walked down the rest of the path to the front door of the Burrow. Charlie knocked on the door. Not a moment later did it swing open, only for a beaming Molly Weasley to appear. “Oh, there are my world travelers!” Molly pulled you each into a tight hug. “I've been waiting for you to arrive. We were just about to start dinner.” Molly led you and Charlie to the table where the rest of the family, including Harry and Hermione, sat.

“Ah, there they are!” Arthur stood, gave you a hug, and shook Charlie's hand. “Fred, George, take their trunks up. I suspect you've had a long journey.” The twins stood and took your trunks before popping out of the kitchen.

“Well, come sit, don't just stand there,” Molly fussed. She set plates in front of you and you began eating.

“It's delicious, Mum,” Charlie commented. This is the nicest dinner we've had in ages.” The family laughed, and you heard Ron mumble, “That's unfortunate.”

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The sun was just setting over the tops of the trees when George and Fred dragged everyone outside for a sundown Quidditch game. “I think I’ll just sit this one out,” you told the group. “My shoulder is still sore from that Ironbelly the other day.” Harry looked up in alarm.

“Why? What happened?” Ron asked quickly.

“She was standing too close,” Charlie said, grinning stupidly. “Had something to tell me and boom!” He clapped his hands together. “Dislocated shoulder.” The twins laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah,” you said. “Just like that time a few months back where you nearly got your finger bitten off by Jumper because you were coming too close.” At his name, your tiny dragon poked his head out of your sweater pocket. Charlie stuck out his hand, and Jumper hooked his claws around Charlie’s thumb, hauling himself up. You glanced around and laughed at the boys’ stunned expressions and Hermione and Ginny’s looks of adoration.

“You have a dragon?!” Harry whispered in wonder.

You nodded. “Charlie bred him for me. I barely get out with the big dragons anymore because I’m too busy copying down everyone’s notes. Merlin knows how impossible it is to read those journals!” Charlie rolled his eyes.

“Mine aren’t that bad,” he said. You gave him a look, and he shrugged, cradling Jumper to his chest.

“Can I hold him?” Ginny asked, grinning. You nodded and held out your hand for your dragon to climb onto. Jumper was one of the smallest dragons in the world. Somewhere in South America, a smaller dragon had recently hatched, but it was still a baby and no one was sure how big it would grow. Jumper stretched from your fingertips to a few inches past your wrist. He looked even smaller in Charlie’s hands, but he was the perfect size for you, able to fit in your pocket and go anywhere with you.

“He’ll fly to you if you call him,” you told Ginny.

She took a few steps back and called, “Jumper!” Jumper’s head whipped toward her and he scrunched up, let out a little roar, and jumped from your hand. His wings, almost as wide as he was long, spread out and caught a gust of wind. Suddenly, Hermione gasped. You all looked to her in alarm until she grabbed your hand.

“Is that…” She had flipped your hand over and stared at your ring finger. “Are you…” You smiled, nodding excitedly.

“You’re the first to notice,” Charlie commented, chuckling. “We were planning on telling everyone later tonight.”

“Bloody hell!” Ron exclaimed. “Is everyone getting married?”

The twins laughed and both swung an arm around you. “You do know there’s a war going on?” George asked.

Charlie and you laughed, saying, “Yes.”

“Good,” Fred said. “Because if not, there might be a problem.”

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“So how did he ask you?” Ginny questioned. She, Hermione, and you sat on the floor of her bedroom. The girls had pulled you away almost instantly (after Ginny managed to calm down about you being her future sister-in-law) and now wanted the full story.

You laughed fondly, stroking Jumper's wings as he lay curled on your knee. “Well, he didn't mean for it to happen the way it did, but it all worked out. I mean, I said yes, didn't I?”

“Why didn't it happen the way he planned?” Asked Hermione.

“Because of this little guy,” you replied. Ginny held out her hand and Jumper jumped (A/N: I thought it was funny) onto her fingers. “Charlie was planning to have the ring attached to his leg or wing or something and he would call Jumper when it was time. Instead, Jumper stole the ring and wouldn't give it back, so Charlie had to ask me without the ring.” The girls aww’d. “It took us three days to get the ring back. Jumper hid it in his nest, so we couldn't find it at first. Then whenever we tried to dig through, he bit us. Charlie managed to trick him so I could dig it out. I think I went into shock after that, though, because I don't really remember what happened next. Just one minute I saw the ring in Jumper's nest, and the next, I had it on my finger and was squeezing the life out of Charlie.”

“I think it's cute that he wanted your dragon to be a part of it,” commented Ginny.

A knock sounded on the door, and the three of you turned to see who it was. Charlie stood leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “I assume my sister wheedled the story out of you?” You nodded. “Did you show them?” You shook my head.

“Show us?” Ginny tipped her head. “Show us what?”

“This,” you replied, rolling my eyes. You clicked your fingers at Jumper and a moment later he was on your hand, clawing at your ring. “He has an obsession with it.”

“Why?” Hermione laughed.

“Merlin knows!” You exclaimed. “You know what we have to do now, Charlie?” You turned to look at him. His amusement turned into confusion. “We have to tell your mum.”

He groaned. “She'll be furious we didn't tell her first!”

"Well," you said. "It's a good thing I have a dragon."

[fortisfiliae]

SLEEPOVER?!? YAY!! okay so I decided to clean up my room and so far it's going well but I want to finish reading the Fred fic that popped up on my dash this morning but now I can't find it😩

Oh good on you! Cleaning always makes me feel like an adult after I’m finished haha. Do you remember what the fic’s about? Maybe someone knows who’s written it :)

Sleepover

[finnofamerica]

We Have History - Michael Mell X Reader || Part 6

A/n: If you like, please reblog. the best way to get more is to comment and reblog. 

Summary: Michael finds himself unexpectedly growing close to his history tutor, who isn’t as perfect as she seems. -- there is a little bit of self-harm in this, but it’s not drastic. It’s not Cutting or burning, or anything like that, but at any rate, if it might trigger you then don’t read or proceed with caution. As always, if you need someone to talk to, you can always reach out to me. 

Word Count: 1041

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Michael paused his movie when he heard frantic knocking on his door. He grabbed an umbrella as he cautiously approached the door, looking through the little window. 

    “Y/n? What are you doing here?” He swung the door open, umbrella abandoned. You opened and closed your mouth as you tried to form a coherent sentence. His heart pounded as he noticed the tears running down your cheeks. He pulled you into him, hoping to calm you. Softly speaking calmly to you, petting your head soothingly.

    “I’m sorry,” You pulled away from him, “She was going crazy, I didn’t know who else to turn too.”

    “It’s okay,” Michael grabbed your hand assuringly. “Let’s go inside.”

You nodded and followed him into the house.

    “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, You shook your head.

    “Okay, do you have a place to stay tonight?” He traced little circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. You shook your head again, not wanting to go back to that place.

    “Okay, wait right here.” He sat you on the couch in his living room, then headed down the hall to his parents' room.

    “Mom, Momma,” He called, knocking on the door.

    “Come in,” His Momma called from inside. They sat comfortably on the bed, his mom working on something on her laptop and his momma reading.

    “Something happened with Y/n’s mother and she needs a place to stay tonight. Is it cool if she stays here?”  

    “Do you know what happened?” His mom worried. Over the couple weeks of Y/n coming over for math tutoring, his mothers have taken a liking to the shyer but driven girl.

    “She doesn’t wanna talk about it right now. She’s very upset by whatever happened.”

    “Of course she can stay the night!” His Momma momma put down her Stephen King novel. “Your mom and I can make up the couch for her.”

    “Thanks, Momma, I’m gonna make sure she’s okay.”

When he walked back into the living room he found you furiously scratching at your arm. Something was going on in your head and you were punishing yourself for it.

    “Hey, hey, hey,” He rushed over, gripping both your hands in his. After almost a month of spending an excessive amount of time with you, he picked up on some of your ‘habits’. “Don’t, it’s okay. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Watery e/c eyes met his, heartbroken. Carefully, he urged you to follow him into the kitchen. You sipped quietly as Michael tended to your arm, wrapping a cold damp cloth around the arm that you clawed.

    “My mothers are going to make up the couch for you to sleep on,” Michael said softly, not moving from where he kneeled in front of you, holding the hand that wasn’t occupied. 

    “She said it was my fault,” You whispered hollowly, “My fault that my father left her.” 

    “It’s not your fault,” He soothed, “Your mother was having her own issues that your father didn’t need to deal with. It was your father’s decision, not yours, his only concern was what is best for you.”

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.

    “I’m gonna have to call in sick to work tomorrow,” You joke. He gave a little laugh and nodded.

    “That’d be smart, you deserve a break.” He reached out, tucking hair behind your ear.

    “The couch is all made up for you, sweetheart,” Michael’s Momma informed from behind the two of you.

    “Thank you, Momma,” Michael gave her a smile. You gave a little yawn as you attempted to thank Momma Mell.

    “You must be exhausted,” Michael stated, pulling you up from the chair you were sitting in.

    “I don’t wanna sleep,” You shrugged.

    “Okay, wanna finish my movie with me then?” He asked, you nodded.

The both of you sat down on the made up couch. Michael pressed play on the movie; that dork was watching Grease, a.k.a. The dorkiest romcom ever. You loved the part where Frenchie was being serenaded by a strange man.

Ten minutes into the movie you were already half asleep. Not much longer you would be asleep and it didn’t help that Michael was so warm and gently running his fingers through your hair.

Michael chuckled as you lost the fight for consciousness, turning down the movie, and very, very carefully moving from underneath you. He tucked you in as you breathed softly, pressing a light kiss to your head as he bid you goodnight.

You woke with a start, your mind chasing away the remnants of a nightmare that you couldn’t remember. You knew you’d never fall asleep on your own with the way your own mind was clawing at you, with the way the shadows seemed to reach out to you, the way the adrenaline pumping through you was causing your mind to go wild with exaggerations of things that shouldn’t be scary. Heart pounding, hands shaking, feet padding silently across the floor to the entrance to the basement, creeping down the stairs, barely making a creek.

    “Michael!” You whisper shouted into the darkness. Blindly finding your way to the little sectioned off area where Michael’s bed was.

    “Michael!” You whispered again a little louder. You heard a groan from the darkness then the dim lava lamp switched on.

   “It’s 2:30,” He groaned.

   “I’m sorry, I - I had a nightmare and I was freaking myself out upstairs.” You shuffled quietly.

   “C’mere,” He demanded tiredly. You tiptoed over to the bed. He reached out, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto the bed with him. As soon as you made contact with the mattress he wrapped his arms around you, your head nestled under his chin. “Safe now.”

Safe now, your mind echoed back to you. His warmth and his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

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You Always Find Your Way Back Home - Part Twelve

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The mug in your hands warmed you as you took in the reality you were surrounded in. The smell of chamomile filling your nostrils as you rubbed your thumb nervously over the rim. 

“All we can do now is wait,” Alvina’s words echoed in your ears as you stared out the window, wait. That’s all you can do, wait and hope for a miracle to happen. To hope the One Ring gets destroyed.

Huffing out of your nose you pressed your forehead to the glass, the cold making you sigh and shut your eyes. The sound of the rain’s pitter-patter soothing you temporarily.

Arms slipped around your waist, Thranduil’s head on your shoulder as the two of you watched the storm rage on outside your cottage. Your plants happily sitting in the window. 

“What’re you thinking about?” Thranduil hummed at you, his thumbs tracing comforting circles on the curve of your waist. 

“How much I hate storms,” You grumbled, watching lightning crackle in the distance, setting a tree ablaze. “It destroys so much,” You mumbled, letting your own hand fall to cover his own in an affectionate manner. 

“Well, storms are also a sign of new beginning, the past being washed away to allow a new dawn to begin,” Thranduil replied, pressing a kiss to your temple. “To have a new beginning, an old story must end,” He hummed again, looking out of the window once more. “An old story is ending, while ours is just beginning.”

Your eyes felt heavy as you opened them again, tears brimming the surface as you sniffled. “Will our story end a tragedy? Or a lovely happy ending?” You whispered out loud, sending a mental prayer to Vala to help you stay strong as you could only wait to see what fate had in store for you. 

Your mug now felt cold, the steam of your tea now lost, making you realize how long you had been sitting there wallowing. Shaking your head you made your way to the kitchen to pour it down the sink. 

Family photos littered the hallway, you with your parents, your cousins, your siblings, your nieces, and nephews. A bittersweet taste fills your mouth as you let your eyes linger on them. You looked so happy. Your eyes were filled with joy as you held your baby niece for the first time, as you hugged your sister at her wedding, as you smiled at the camera with your mother on her birthday. 

“Yet none of it is real…” Your expression went blank as you avoided thinking about the life you could have had if you never went to middle-earth if you never got placed in this world, to begin with.

Shaking your head again, you smacked your cheeks lightly to bring you back to reality. “Everything happens for a reason, stop it,” You huffed, grabbing out a bag of popcorn, “That’ll clear my mind,” You mumbled,  “A Christmas movie.” 

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“After all these days of journeying beside you, Legolas, I haven’t seen you so troubled until now,” Aragorn began, eyes watching his friend very carefully. 

Legolas looked out onto the horizon, his jaw clenched and shoulders tense. “If Frodo, the ring-bearer, does not succeed in destroying this ring, I may lose my mother for good.” Legolas slowly let out, his eyes looking anywhere but Aragorn, afraid if they locked eyes Legolas wouldn’t be able to hold his facade any longer.

“The dark magic of the ring…” Aragorn struggled to find the words, “Took your mother from you?” 

Legolas nodded, “I lost her once, and I’ve lost her again because of the resurfacing of the ring,” He explained, his shoulders slowly losing their tenseness. 

“You’re worried Frodo won’t be able to complete his task?” 

Legolas stayed silent, he truly didn’t know what he believed. 

“Well. Hobbits are miraculous creatures, my friend, do not doubt so easily.” Aragorn gave a reassuring smile as they continued to look out on the horizon together. 

Legolas nodded, his eyes drifting up to the stars, the hairs on the back of his neck began to stand up, a feeling of dread washing over him. 

“The stars are veiled, something stirs in the east… a sleepless malice,” Legolas began a sick feeling stirring in his stomach. 

“The eye of Sauron is moving, watching,” Legolas’ eyes narrow into a glare as he pulls Aragorn back inside. “We must hope that Frodo and Sam make it before it is too late.”

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“Hey! Hands off! That shiny shirt- that’s mine.” The Uruk-Hai commander Shagrat called out to the orc, Gorbag. “It’s going to the great eye, along with everything else that was on him!” Gorbag yelled in response, motioning towards Frodo, tied up and bare except for his undergarments. 

Frodo stayed still, realizing they still thought he was knocked out from spider venom. Carefully reaching up towards his throat, his eyes widened. The ring was gone. 

Sam marched through the gates, adrenaline and fear pushing him to find Frodo. “I can’t believe I left him… Oh Mr.Frodo, please be okay…”

Finding his way to a courtyard, Sam covered his mouth in shock. Over fifty orcs, slaughtered in the courtyard. “Frodo must be here somewhere,” He told himself as he began climbing the staircase, slowly realizing a few Uruk-Hai were coming toward him. Gulping down a breath, Sam glared as he unsheathed Sting. Letting a scream belt from his throat, Sam ran up the stairs toward them.

“That’s for Frodo! And for The Shire! And for my old Gaffer!” Sam yelled as he cut them down one by one, as he rushes past them and into the nearest place he could see, the tower. ‘Where else would they keep Frodo?’ He thought to himself. 

“Stop your squeaking, you dunghill rat!” Gorbag demands, his eyes filled with rage as he watched Frodo struggling in his binds. 

“I’m gonna bleed you like a stuck pig,” He growled as he pulled out a dagger, slowly moving toward Frodo. Before he could move any further, Frodo watched in horror and relief as Sting was protruding from the other side of his body.

“Not if I stick you first,” Sam grunted, shoving him off his sword. 

“Sam!” Frodo called out, relief filling his entire being as Sam began to cut his binds. “Oh Sam, I’m so sorry… for everything.” 

“Enough of that, come on,” Sam shook his head, helping Frodo up. 

“It’s too late, Sam,” Frodo’s voice was filled with despair, “-They have the ring now, they took it from me,” 

“I beg your pardon, but they haven’t done such a thing,” Sam smirked, pulling the ring from his pocket. 

“I thought I’d lost you, Mr.Frodo, so I kept it… For safekeeping, of course,” Sam showed Frodo the ring, Frodo’s eyes filling with amazement, “Give it to me, Sam.” 

Sam hesitated, the tone of Frodo’s voice startling him. “Please, give me the ring, Sam.”

Slowly Sam dropped the ring into Frodo’s palm, watching as Frodo’s body sagged in relief. “The ring is my burden, Sam… It will destroy you,” Frodo looked at Sam with pained eyes, “I could never ask you to hold that burden for me.”

Sam could only nod as he felt no words could describe how he felt about Frodo doing such a thing for him. To ease the tension, Sam cracked a smile. “Come on Mr.Frodo, we best find you some clothes. Can’t have you going through Mordor like that.” 

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She watched as his eyes followed the clouds, drifting across the pale blue sky, and it was in that moment she knew it was real. The words he whispered into her ear, that she had heard a thousand times before were sweet like honey when they rose up from his chest, and she thought that was love. But, the moment his eyes glistened as the sun shone into them, and the whole world reflected back now cloaked in gold, she knew how wrong she was before. - www.storiesbycaroline.com