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Stylish Peach Soft Tissue Silk Saree With Banarasi Weaving | Zardosi Work Saree| Celebrity saree| Bollywood Saree

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Rait Zara Si

A/N: Okay fine, I’ll admit it, I watched away too many 90s bollywood movies in the last five days. I am sorry for the cringe.

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The cool moonlight peeks through the window, with the wind teasing the curtains, making the curtains dance to its tunes. With a flourish of the curtains, the moon’s light blossoms throughout Y/N’s house as if those rays were destined to spread its romantic hue.

The living room of Y/N’s house is filled with the vibrant decorations which somehow manage to complement and mix in wonderfully with the environment.

Sitting on the jhula in Y/N’s living room, Ram observes the house, and how every small aspect of the room reflects Y/N’s warm and kind personality.

Ram can imagine every concept or thought that went into turning this house into a home for Y/N as he examines the space. It appears to have been specifically created for her.

The Bengali woman's house was like the homes of the most interesting people—an colorful chaos that revealed a variety of talents and hobbies. Plus Y/N’s alluring scent was even stronger in her house.

Just as his eyes explore the room, something catches his attention immediately. A Saraswati Veena lays respectfully in Y/N’s living room. The instrument and its melodic music were one of Ram’s favourite.

The distinctive sound of the Saraswati Veena, both gracious and warm, makes Ram feel at peace, at home. It’s like basking in the warmth of Mata Saraswati herself, as she blesses you with her melodies.

Noticing the veena raises questions in Ram’s mind. Does that mean Y/N plays the Saraswati Veena? If she does, will she play for him if he asked her to?

And what would she look like while playing the veena? Just imagining the scene was enough to make a sheepish smile travel onto Ram’s face.

But Ram’s train of thoughts is broken by someone snapping their fingers in front of Ram. Ram blinks back for a second and then glances up to see Y/N standing with a playful smile.

Y/N seems to have changed from her saree that she has donned early today. A white saree with a thin blue border that is semi-transparent, embellished with jamdari butas, and finished with braided tassels. The blouse is a plain shade of navy blue.

Her long hair are tied in a loose braid, kept together by a navy blue ribbon and just her Shree Ram pendant, payal, and small silver hoop earrings are the only jewelry that she wears.

After the serene walk home from the market, the two had decided that after freshening up, the two would meet again at Y/N’s house.

Ram remembers cleaning his room in a hurry and then heading to take a bath in order to reach Y/N’s home early. The bath had been one of the longest one Ram has taken.

He just wanted to look fresh and devoid of any stress while having dinner with Y/N. So washing away his work stress, Ram had felt a lot lighter and free.

Ram had dressed in a lose white kurta, and white pajama as he planned to hit the bed as soon as he returned home aftee eating at Y/N’s house.

After spending 10 minutes in front of the mirror to make sure he looked good, he had knocked on the door of Y/N’s house. When she opened the door, he had been struck at how she looked so gorgeous even with such simplicity.

She had welcomed him in with her breath-taking smile, and asked him to wait in the living room while she finished with the food in the kitchen.

The aroma of delicious food had hit Ram’s nose as he crossed the threshold of the lotus eyed woman’s house, while Y/N guided him to her living room.

And here he is now, admiring her Saraswati Veena and her soulful house, as well as admiring Y/N herself.

“Kya dekh rahe hai aap?” Y/N’s question breaks Ram from his trance. [What are you looking at?]

Ram smiles up at her, and then makes room for her on the jhula. The curve of his lips widen as she accepts his invitation and plops down right next to him.

“Kuch nahi, bas tumhari Saraswati Veena pe humar nazar pad gayi.” Ram answers back, and watches as she too follows his eyes. [Nothing, just your Saraswati Veena caught my eyes.]

Y/N smiles at him and then at the veena. A soft admiring look graces her face. “Haan, humari veena. Mata Saraswati ki kripa se humhe veena aur sangeet ki kala aati hai.” [Yes, my veena. It’s all because of Mata Saraswati’s blessings that I know the art of playing the veena and singing.]

Ram hums in agreement, then turns to Y/N with a cheeky smile on his face. His eyes hold a playful glint, that maybe because of Y/N’s influence on him, “Will you ever play and sing for me with your melodious voice?”

Heat travels up Y/N’s cheeks, neck, and her ears at Ram’s words. She avoids his eyes, feeling shy all of a sudden. Her hands are so much more interesting than Ram’s intense gaze on her.

Just then, the whistle of the pressure cooker seems to call for her. Finding the perfect opportunity to escape, Y/N tries to run towards the kitchen, but she is unsuccessful.

Y/N looks over her shoulder to see Ram’s hand wrapped around her wrist, holding her back from escaping. Her heartbeat quickens and she beings to feel breathless.

“Ram, jane dijiye na.” Y/N tries to plead with the man in a soft low voice. [Ram, let me go na.]

But much to her dismay, Ram shakes his head with a mischievous smirk that adores his lips. His name might be Ram, but he wants to act like Krishna today.

“Nahi, pehle mere sawal ka jawab do. Mere liye gaao gi na?” Ram has an adamant look on his face. [No, first answer my question. You will sing for me na?]

Y/N doesn’t answer and yet again turns her head away from his intense eyes. She tries one last time to escape from his grasp, only to be tugged back by him.

Ram might’ve tugged Y/N back a little too hard, as she stumbles back, and comes crashing down onto him. Ram tries to cushion her fall by wrapping his hands around waist, only for her to land on top of him.

Ram falls back onto the jhula from the force of Y/N’s fall, now laying on the jhula, with Y/N’s head resting on his chest, alongside her hands, while his stay wrapped around waist.

For a few minutes, the two just lay there, not knowing what to do or not sure if they even want to do something. Silence coats the room, and the moonlight lights their faces, adding the alluring mood of the room.

It was almost serene to just lay in each other’s arms. More for him than her. Almost like coming home after a long tiring day. Like seeing your loved ones after a long time.

Ram is the first to raise his head to look down at romantic sight of her lying on his chest. His right hand raises from her waist, travelling to rest under her chin. Y/N bites her lips, as Ram slowly lifts her head using his finger to jut her chin up.

And that’s it. As soon as their eyes meet, so do their souls. No words leave Ram and Y/N’s lips but their souls do the talking. The souls reminisce old memories, and old sorrows, seeking comfort in each other.

Meeting as though old lovers, the souls are passionate in expressing their thoughts for each other, fighting over who missed the other more. Crying over the past goodbyes that were said.

So many unsaid things are said that both Ram and Y/N cannot even imagine to say with the state of their relationship right now. But it might be possible if the two allow themselves to love.

As the souls are about the combine in ways unimaginable to these that don’t know love, something pulls them back into the bodies of their respective person.

The whistle of the pressure cooker yet is the villain of the story, breaking both Ram and Y/N from their beautiful dream. That’s when they take note of their position.

Taking a shaky breath, Y/N pulls away from Ram, with his hands still on her waist. Breaking away from his alluring eyes, Y/N wastes no time in dashing towards the kitchen with a shy smile, and leaving a dazed Ram behind.

Ram pulls himself into a sitting position, watching Y/N bolt away. That’s when he catches the whiff of Y/N’s lingering fragrance that has wounded its way on his hands. His hands smell of her scent from resting on her waist for so long.

His smile carves on his lips as he places his hand on where his heart is, rubbing in circles to calm his racing heart. Its as if his heart is leap out of his chest any second, all because of Y/N.

Haath Mein Teri Khushboo Hai,

Khushboo se Dil Bhela Hai

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed it. Let me know if I made any mistakes and if I should fix something. Constructive Criticism is always welcomed.

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Our fabrics are made with the highest level of quality and durability, sourced from the finest craftsmen and designers in India. Each fabric is handcrafted with the utmost care and attention to detail to bring out the best in Indian craftsmanship.

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Pant style suit is more than just a fashion statement, it is a new chapter in the history of Indian fashion, and we are proud to introduce you to the pant style suit. The pant style suit is the perfect balance between comfort, style and tradition. Add a touch of modern elegance to your closet today with our pant style suit collection.

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The Perfect Blend Of Traditional And Trendy Clothing: Sana Safinaz's Collection

Are you looking for the perfect blend of classic, timeless style, and chic contemporary elegance? If so, then you need to check out Sana Safinaz's collection at Salai Shop!

Sana Safinaz is one of Pakistan's most popular fashion brands, known for its contemporary and stylish clothing. With various designs that will make any outfit look absolutely stunning, Sana Safinaz has something for every occasion.

From summer-ready kurtas and dresses to traditional sarees – this designer duo will surely have something that speaks your individual style language. Plus, their gorgeous prints and embroidery had us swooning from the very first glance!

If you're planning to add some Sana Safinaz pieces to your wardrobe, choosing the right collection that suits your style and personality is important.

With so many options available, deciding which one to go for can be overwhelming. Here are some useful tips that can help you choose the perfect Sana Safinaz collection that fits your taste and budget:

i. Know Your Body Type

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Knowing your body type can help you determine which collection will best fit your silhouette and enhance your overall look.

ii. Consider The Occasion

When choosing a sana safinaz collection 2023, it's also important to consider the occasion. Different pieces from the same collection have different designs and fabrics that can work for various occasions – from a formal events to festive gatherings. So make sure you pick the right pieces that suit both your style and the occasion.

iii. Look For Quality Fabrics

The quality of fabrics used in a Sana Safinaz collection can significantly affect how it looks on you. Look out for collections with high-quality fabrics like silk, chiffon, and cotton, as they will make you look more stylish and last longer.

iv. Pay Attention To The Details

The details can make or break a look, so pay attention when choosing a sana safinaz party wear collection.

Look out for intricate embroidery, beautiful prints, and stylish and timeless embellishments.

v. Don't Forget The Accessories

Finally, don't forget to add the finishing touches with some gorgeous accessories. Adding a statement necklace or earrings can really elevate your outfit and make you stand out in any crowd.

Conclusion

Sana Safinaz's collection is perfect for any occasion, from a formal event to an informal gathering. Look out for the right pieces that suit your body type, consider the occasion, and make sure you pay attention to the fabrics and details. Then top it off with some chic accessories, and you'll have a look that will be sure to turn heads!

So, what are you waiting for? Head over to Salai Shop and explore the sana safinaz eid collection 2023 now!

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Printed Satin Sarees - Best Selection For Wedding Season

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Speaking of satin sarees, there are many other ways to style them from the classic drape sari, particularly in terms of color, the blouse that goes with it, jewelry, and, of course, hair and makeup. Look like a diva by choosing a detailed gold necklace and jhumkas to complete your ensemble, matching them to the blouse with the dab of green visible in the six yards. For the forthcoming wedding season, choose a classic satin saree and accessorize it to heighten its beauty. 

Where To Find the Best Printed Satin Saree?

Navyasa has the best-printed satin sarees you'll ever lay your eyes on! From their vibrant colors to their intricate designs, these sarees are sure to turn heads. The sarees are made with high-quality satin fabric, making them luxurious and comfortable to wear. They also feature beautiful prints and embroidery that are sure to make you stand out from the crowd. The sarees come in a wide range of styles and colors, meaning there's something for everyone. Whether you're looking for a classic design or something a bit more modern, Navyasa has you covered. And if you're looking for a more formal look, they even have sarees with heavy embroidery and embellishments. No matter what your style is, you can find the perfect printed satin saree at Navyasa!

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Why buying unstitched dress material online is worth the deal?

Move over, skinny jeans and leggings! It looks like there's a new trend in town, and it's called unstitched dress material. That's right, folks: people are now wearing clothes made out of fabric that is not stitched together.

In these modern times, it's easy to forget the importance of a good old-fashioned sewing kit. With all the advancements in technology, it's tempting to leave the needle and thread behind and instead opt for ready-made clothing that requires no extra effort.

But before you write off sewing as a lost art, consider this: unstitched dress material is making a comeback! And for good reason. Here are just a few benefits of opting for unstitched dress material online over ready-to-wear clothing.

1. Unstitched dress material Is Cost-Effective

One of the biggest benefits of sewing your own clothes is that it's cost-effective. Ready-to-wear clothing can be expensive, especially if you're looking for high-quality items. But when you purchase unstitched dress material, you can be sure you're getting quality fabric at a fraction of the price. Plus, you won't have to worry about spending extra on alterations!

 2. Unstitched dress material is Customizable

Another great benefit of unstitched dress material is that it allows you to customize your clothing to perfectly suit your taste. With ready-to-wear clothing, you're limited to whatever designs the manufacturer has created. But when you sew your own clothes, the sky's the limit! You can choose your own fabrics, patterns, and embellishments to create one-of-a-kind garments that are uniquely you.

3. Unstitched dress material is versatile

An unstitched piece of cloth can be turned into a wide variety of different garments, from a simple skirt to a beautifully embroidered dupatta. And because it can be customized to your exact measurements, it is the perfect choice for women of all shapes and sizes.

4. You can unleash your creativity

Whether it is a saree, lehenga or salwar kameez, unstitched dress material allows the wearer to create a garment that is uniquely their own. Not only does this provide a greater level of comfort and flexibility, but it also allows for a greater degree of creativity.

 So there you have it! Some compelling reasons to ditch ready-to-wear clothes and instead opt for unstitched dress material. Whether you're looking to save money or express your creativity. So what are you waiting for? Grab some fabric now!

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Why You Need Anarkali Suits In Your Ethnic Wardrobe

Many struggles with what to wear when a traditional event or festive occasion is approaching. 

There are a million of choices when it comes to traditional Indian attire. Sarees, salwar suits, A-line Kurtis, lehenga cholis, and more are all included in the lengthy list. Choosing an item that is both appealing and comfortable might be challenging. The solution? Try the colorful, airy, and perennial Anarkali Kurtis.

These garments, which draw inspiration from the Mughal era, are fashionable statement pieces. They are popular among Bollywood divas, fashion influencers, and designers and are sure to turn heads.

Below are some reasons why you need to shop designer Anarkali dress online for wearing at the next occasion:

They are easy to carry and pleasant to wear: Don't we all enjoy clothes we can put on once and then completely forget about, rather than fretting over them and wondering if everything is okay?

Managing a saree may not be everyone's cup of tea because of the errant pleats and the pallu that lags. On the other hand, wearing an Anarkali gives you a fashionable and comfy feeling, which is a unique mix. A plus: you do not need to spend hours getting ready; you simply put it on and are essentially done, at least in terms of the attire.

Anarkalis are figure-flattering: The Bollywood Anarkali suits have an exquisite appearance and highlight the curves most stylishly. Plus, they come in varying sizes, so you do not have to worry about finding the right fit when you shop designer Anarkali dress online.

Gives a regal look: Anarkali suits online are the way to go if you want to stand out at a celebration and appear regal. A partywear Anarkali suit may make you look attractive and you can dazzle everyone with your royal image without having to work too hard.

You will be spoilt for choice: There are various amazing styles like mermaid styles, fish cuts, floor-skimming styles, and available in lovely hues. Additionally, they are embellished with the most exquisite embroideries and embellishments that are sure to enchant your senses. We all want to look fabulous while wearing elegant, classy, and sexy clothing all at once, don't we? If you believe it's an impossible combination to pull off, you must shop designer Anarkali dress online as soon as you can.

Perfect for all ages: Anarkali suits people of all ages and body types. It is especially a great option for young girls who find it challenging to manage a traditional dress like a saree or lehenga. Since it is a versatile and fuss-free option, many prefer it to other partywear.

Not restricted by weather: Anarkali suits can be worn in any weather. Whether it is sweating hot outside or cold and chilly, you can easily wear your Anarkali suit. The cotton Anarkali suits cater to your fashion needs admirably for those hot summers. At the same time, you can wear your silk, and velvet Anarkali suits in the winters, perfect for the festive and the wedding season. They keep you snug yet you do not have to compromise on your fashion quotient.

Low maintenance: Anarkali suits are available at various price ranges. The more expensive (exclusive), the more specific care is required to preserve its attractiveness. A little less maintenance is needed for polyester fabrics than for cotton or viscose. To keep the richness of cotton or viscose clothing, dry cleaning is necessary. The polyester fabric, however, is simple to wash and iron. Hand washing is required for polyester fabrics with heavy work or delicate (thin) fabrics like chiffon or net. While slightly thicker fabrics with textures like velvet or georgette still require care, it is not as necessary as with thinner materials. It needs to be put back in the bag from the supplier. Read the instructions from the seller you shop designer Anarkali dress online.

All in all, Anarkali suits are a must-have for your traditional wardrobe. Perfect for every occasion, you can never be overdressed when wearing an Anarkali. It is great as party wear, or at a wedding. Pair it with the right accessories and shoes and you will be good to go!

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"Hello, I need to make a call to the hospital Please."

My entry for Punkrockpearl's 400 follower challenge. I loved writing this one-shot. My OC is Indian like me and her face claim and outfit are in the mood board, I used Alia Bhatt's face as my OC, she is an amazing Indian actor.

Congratulations to Punkrockpearls on 400 followers, you were one of the first writers that I discovered in the Vikings fandom and I love all of your fics. You deserve all the love and followers.

Hugs and Kisses.

Love Phoenix.

P.S. Do tell me your thoughts on this. Thank you.

WARNINGS: Minor use of force(not the sexual kind), intimidation, threats.

It was a game, really. Nothing much, get into houses, break stuff, steal food, make a mess and leave. It was not personal, no, they did it just because they could. Plus, it was fun, they were made for this stuff.

Today was yet another day of the same song and dance. Some idiot crashed his bike. He was looking around trying to find a potential victim when Ivar called.

“Ay, look at that one.” He pointed at the shadowy figure who had not shown any sign of attention to the chaos below. He could see headphones on her ears and her bopping her head to whatever beat she was listening to and writing something in a notebook.

Hvitserk counted floors and pressed the button for the 7thfloor. He waited and when no answer came he pressed again for a longer time.

“She is getting up,” Ivar called to him.

Then and there, he didn’t know why but somehow from somewhere a feeling of dread made its way up to his spine and then settled in his stomach. He had no idea why. Hvitserk ignored it. The intercom turned on and the voice of a woman spoke.

“Yes?” Her voice had an accent, he had heard it somewhere. He was not sure where.

“Hello, can I make a call to the hospital from your phone, please? My phone is dead and my friend is in an accident. Can I come up there to make a call?” He asked very politely, gotta keep it that way if he wanted to get in.

“Uhhh,” a moment of hesitation and she said, ”Yeah, sure.”

Huh, her voice sounded odd, her words slurred a bit or maybe he was just hearing things.

“What is your apartment number?” He asked.

“716”

The security gate opened and as Hvitserk and Ivar entered the lift, Hvitserk still had that foreboding feeling in his chest, as if something was wrong. He ignored it and reached the apartment that she had told him about. Hvitserk instructed Ivar to stay behind and enter after him. Ivar was the more threatening out of both of them, his surprise entry usually made people nervous.

He knocked on the door and waited.

After a moment the woman opened the door and instantly she took his breath away. She was gorgeous, with wheatish skin tone, dark set eyes that shined, they were lined in kohl which made them appear doe-like, she had a small nose and petal-like lips. She was wrapped in a red skirt-like structure with a green blouse and silver jewellery, vaguely he remembered seeing it on a Bollywood actress in a movie he saw years ago, but he couldn’t remember the name of the garment.

She was a vision.

He damn near had a stroke when she smiled and said, “Come in please.” Gods above be grateful, even her voice was lovely. She turned and he just ogled at her trim little waist that peeked from her clothes, it was just a cherry on top when she moved. Her hips swayed and he almost groaned. He had to remind himself to not close the door for Ivar.

Saree, he remembered now, the garment’s name.

She pointed to the landline, on the side table by her couch and moved to another room. For the first time, while he talked to the hospital he observed the apartment he was in. There were white walls, navy and brown décor. There was a homely feel to the place.

There were cosy lights, pictures of family and friends on the walls, an open kitchen plan, spacious drawing room with a TV set in front of it. He informed the hospital about the crash when Ivar entered the apartment and started looking around closing the door with a crash. It alerted their host and she came out hurriedly and looked at Ivar who had just entered and was snooping around the place like he owned it.

“Who is this?” She asked.

“This is my brother Ivar, he was with me and my friend too.” He turned towards his brother and said, ”Ivar this is….”

He realised she hadn’t told him her name.

“Ahilya”

Hvitserk saw Ivar looking at her and he made no effort to hide his appreciation as his gaze moved on her form from top to bottom salaciously and Hvitserk felt a stab of jealousy.

Her eyebrows were furrowed and she looked uncomfortable, he knew the feeling. It was never good to have two strange guys at your house, no matter how helpful you were it always made people nervous.

“I suppose you have called the ambulance, what did they say?” Her expression had changed in a split second, it was back to calm.

“They said it would take some time, we are to stay here.”

“I think they meant the sight of the accident, not here.” Her voice had a form tone to it. Hvitserk liked that, she was far too friendly for her own good, she should have never let him inside the house or at least should have looked if the door was closed. But playtime was over, things were about to change here. They would do what they wanted to do and leave after scaring her enough.

“I think we will stay here for a while, don’t you think it’s polite to do so sweetheart.” Ivar’s voice was deceptively soft and silky with an underlying tone of menace. Hvitserk looked at him and saw him smiling menacingly at her.

On Ahilya’s face, he saw fear enter. It was not a good look on her pretty face, Hvitserk wanted the smile she gave him when he entered her home, not this. But fear worked better in this situation. He did not want her running mouth. So he plastered the best fake intimidating face he had and marched toward her slowly as she backed away, in his periphery he saw Ivar move too.

“We do this a lot you know sweetheart, break into houses, break stuff, and steal things, just general mayhem. Ivar here once broke an 80 inch TV with a baseball bat. I threw a MacBook out of the window just because. That idiot down there was not our friend, we don’t even know him. He was just a way to get into one of the houses and just cause trouble, ya know?”

He had backed her into a wall and Ivar was at his side, smiling still. She looked properly scared now, her eyes with wide and her eyebrows drawn together, her bottom lip was trembling.

Fear did not look good on her he decided. It was a split second of distraction before she darted away from him and his brother and ran for the door screaming but Ivar caught by the end of her saree and pulled her into his arms, her back to his chest and covered her mouth with his palm. She struggled wildly, trying to free herself, but she couldn’t. Tears flowed out of her eyes as she struggled to breathe with Ivar's heavy palm smothering her. Hvitserk did not like this, he really did not like this.

"Sweetheart, tch, that was the wrong thing to do now, we really gotta restrain you properly, huh? I really don't like to say this but I think you are going to be a problem for us if we leave you here. You might blab to the police, then our fun will be over. I think we are going to take you with us, yes, I think we are. Just for insurance. Huh?"

He started to drag her away roughly. She was trying to fight him off. Keyword: Trying. She really could not overpower Ivar.

She started to hit Ivar’s arm, trying to pry it off, something akin to panic was visible in her eyes and it was rapidly increasing. She was repeatedly screaming a word behind Ivar’s palm and she was visibly panicking. Ivar reacted quickly at seeing her face and removed his palm when she breathlessly said,

“Red, Red please stop, Red, Fuck, Red.”

Ivar immediately took her into his arms gently and sat on the floor with her in his lap and started to calm her. Hvitserk moved to the kitchen and immediately brought a cold water bottle for her the other things that they usually used for aftercare would not be needed today.

They had had to stop the roleplay immediately. Their lover didn’t like this kidnapping and fear play. It was necessary for them to cater to her boundaries.

Ivar meanwhile had carried her to the bedroom and was calming her and soothing away her worries. “It’s not a problem if you do not like something, we wanted to try the roleplay, it did not work out. We need you to be safe and comfortable with us little dove. Hvitserk and I would never think less of you if you do not want to engage in the kink. We will not try this again unless you are absolutely sure. Yes?”

“I am so sorry, I just panicked, I’m sorry” She babbled into his shoulders.

“Don’t you dare say sorry for this. We agreed to not continue if anyone of us felt uncomfortable. Honestly even I was uncomfortable at the end. I did not want to continue Ahilya, I wanted you to be smiling at me. Not screaming to get away from me, my love. You did nothing wrong” Hvitserk said sternly.

His love was the most beautiful and strong woman on earth, he would never want her to cry because of him or be afraid of him. Ivar gently made her drink water.

Afterwards, they took her into their arms and cuddled her on the bed. Slowly, bringing her to normal and giving her much needed care and attention.

“I really liked this saree, would you wear it again for me please?” Hvitserk said softly. She smiled at him and said, ”Of course.”

“Hm, I liked the white one better, with which you crimp your hair. Wear that too. You looked like a goddess in it.” Ivar said. She chuckled and said, “Of course, I would, my love.” She kissed him softly and turned to do the same for Hvitserk.

Hvitserk could not think of a better place to be, he thought, as she kissed him languidly.

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Warnings:  Angst, parenthood, sexual manipulation, action, injuries, underage drinking and drug-taking.

Synopsis:  16 Years after the death of Daisy, Steve and Bucky have successfully raised two teenage kids with telepathy. Teens are never easy to live with though. Sarah in particular likes to test boundaries. Now on top of all the usual challenges of parenting, they have to deal with troublemaking demigods, a daughter who just wants to be accepted for who she is and running the Avengers. That’s when the children of other super-powered individuals start going missing.

Chapter 2

The party for Sarah’s 16th birthday started at around six. It was more of a family event, Sarah had somehow beyond all reason and without using her powers convinced both Steve and Bucky to let her go to a music festival with her friends over the weekend. So, for now, it was just the Avengers and any of the other kids who currently inhabited the compound.

Sarah played nice, but somehow the party just seemed to remind her how much of a freak she was. Sure there were others there who were enhanced. Carol, Wanda, Vision were all forces to be reckoned with. Peter had come up from Manhattan with Mary Jane and their little girl, May Day. May Day was obviously enhanced too. Otherwise, everyone else was mundane. Add to that the fact she was gay and everyone kept asking her about boys and she didn’t want to do the coming out thing like that, and the two dads and a dead mom factor, that everyone tiptoed around despite how their minds screamed out about it. She just felt like an outsider.

She plastered a smile on her face and acted like she was having fun. It was important to her dads. So she would do it for them. In about two weeks she’d start getting reminded about how her mother had died and so for now, it was pretend to be enjoying herself.

At seven the gods arrived. That made her feel a little bit more normal. Nothing like being in the presence of deities to make you realize how average you are.

Thor greeted everyone warmly. He hugged Sarah tightly wishing her a happy birthday. Sarah secretly loved hugs from Thor. She always acted like she didn’t, she’d pull a face. Deep down though she liked that Thor didn’t use kid gloves on her. Anyone else would break a rib being crushed like that. She liked being recognized for what she was.

Thor gave her battle armor as a present. She was extremely than excited about that. She couldn’t contain her excitement.

“Oh. My. God! Maybe while I’m waiting to take over Captain America from dad I can use some kind of Warrior Princess name for my code name.” She squealed.

“It may be time for you to try to lift the hammer! Perhaps you can take the mantle of Thor from me!” Thor roared.

“Hey if you’re worthy of the title, I would have to be a much worse of a person than I am to lift it.” Sarah teased.

Thor clapped her on the shoulder bellowing with laughter.

Bucky looked over the armor. “I don’t know, Sare. This doesn’t look particularly practical. Your arms and legs and midriff would all be bare leaving you exposed.” Bucky poked Sarah in the belly.

“Dad!” She squeaked and elbowed him.

“Plus that metal would be heavier and allow for less movement than what dad uses.”

“But it looks so cool,” Sarah whined.

“You worry too much, Barnes,” Thor said. “The Lady Sif has fought many a battle in armor much like this and come out with nary a scratch. I am sure the Lady Sarah could handle herself.”

“Let’s see what dad says,” Bucky said. “Steve!”

“No! No, no no no! Daddy!” Sarah squeaked trying to pack the armor back up. Bucky started laughing.

Steve strolled over. “What did you get, Sarah?” He asked kissing Sarah on the crown of the head.

“Nothing. It’s just stupid.” She said, trying to hide away the gift.

“I just gave her some new armor. She will make a magnificent warrior.” Thor said, taking the box from Sarah and handing it to Steve.

Steve opened the box and examined its contents. “This doesn’t really look practical, Sarah.” He said, gravely. “You aren’t on the team though, so if this is what you want to train in.” He shrugged.

“I’m 16 and stronger than most of you here! Why can’t I be on the team! You took Jamie out with you!” Sarah cried.

“Sarah, you’re just too young,” Steve said.

“It’s because I’m a girl! Isn’t it? You let Jamie when he was 16!” Sarah yelled.

“That was against my better judgment,” Steve said, remaining as stoically calm as he always did when dealing with Sarah’s temper.

“It’s not fair!” She yelled.

“Sarah,” Steve said, putting his hand on her shoulder.

She jumped up and stormed off. Steve went to follow but Bucky caught his hand. “Let her go. She’s young and she takes after her dad at that age. She just needs to cool off.” He said.

“I just wish she’d see …” Steve said, collapsing onto the couch.

“Oh like you did, when you were 4F?” Bucky said.

“Jerk,” Steve said.

“And you’re a punk. And she’s your daughter. Way more than you might be comfortable with. You should let her come along sometime. Maybe she can have a uni like yours.”

“She could be Miss America,” Steve said.

Bucky burst out laughing. “I think Thor’s battle armor would fit Miss America better.”

Sarah stormed through the facility and ended up in one of the training rooms. There were sparring dummies set up and she punched one. It pulled clean out of the floor, shot across the room and slammed into the wall.

There was a slow clap behind her. She spun around in a defensive fight stance. It wasn’t often people could sneak up on her and it always put her on edge when it happened. Loki stepped out of the shadows still clapping and strolled over to her. He was in his full regalia. All black leather and gold. The only thing missing was his ridiculous helmet.

“Loki. You scared the shit out of me.” Sarah said, relaxing.

“I scared you? But look at what you can do. You have nothing to fear from the likes of me.” Loki crooned. He stepped up close to Sarah and she stood, looking up at him, not willing to let him intimidate her.

“What do you want, Loki?” Sarah asked.

“Nothing. You just seemed upset. You are much better than all of them. You are a goddess compared to all of those mortals.” Loki said.

He put his hand on her arm and Sarah burst out laughed and pushed him away from her. “I am one of those mortals, ya fricken idiot.”

Loki laughed. “Can you be so sure? Look at your father. He hasn’t aged much since I first saw him. Besides we have ways of extending life on Asgard.” He walked up behind her and put his hand on her waist. “Wouldn’t you like to rule. I think you were born for it. As I was.”

“You’re barking up the wrong tree, Loki. I’m into girls. You’re really not my type.” Sarah said, pushing his hand away.

“Oh, I can accommodate that too.” He spun her to face him and his form shimmered and changed into that of a beautiful, pale-skinned woman, with dark green eyes and jet black hair that fell down to her waist in waves. “What do you think? Do you find this form more appealing.”

Sarah faltered for a moment. She’d never even been kissed before and here was Loki offering her the whole world. She did look stunning as a woman too. The fact she couldn’t hear the thoughts of Asgardians was also nice. It was the only time she could be around people and fully relax.

Sarah shook herself. “No, because you’re still like a million years older than me. That’s pretty fucked up Loki. I’m not even legal, ya creeper.”

“Well, I can wait,” Loki said. His form shimmered back to that of a man again and he pulled a flask from his pocket.

“You’ll be waiting a long time.”

“I have all the time in the world,” Loki said. He uncorked the flask and took a drink and then offered it to Sarah.

She took the flask hesitantly. “What is it?” She held the flask to her nose and inhaled. It smelled like honey, fruit, and hibiscus with a strong undercurrent of alcohol.

“Asgardian mead,” Loki said. He strolled away from her like he was now bored. Looking over the training equipment.

Sarah sniffed it and took a sip. It was sweet and heady and burned as she swallowed it. She started coughing.

“Can’t handle your drink, Sarah?” Loki asked. “I guess you are too young.”

Sarah prickled at his words. It was one thing for her to acknowledge she was too young for something, it was another thing to be told by someone else. She lifted the flask to her mouth again and took a few large gulps. She had barely even lowered the flask when the drink kicked in. Her vision swam and she started giggling.

“I really like this.” She slurred.

“By all means,” Loki said, waving towards her to continue drinking.

Sarah took another large gulp. The room started to spin and she staggered towards Loki holding out the flask. He took it and put his arm around her waist to steady her.

“You do look pretty as a girl, Loki.” She said.

“You weren’t tempted at all?” Loki asked.

Sarah started giggling. “Maybe a little bit. I’ve known you too long. That’s really creepy, dude.”

The door to the training room banged open and Steve stepped through. “There you are, Sarah.” He said. His eyes narrowed as he saw Loki with his arm around his daughter’s waist. Loki let her go, and she stumbled a little.

“Hello, daddy.” Sarah slurred, stumbling towards Steve and throwing her arms around him. “I’m sorry I yelled. I know you’re just trying to look after me.”

“Are you drunk?” Steve asked.

“No, no, no, no, no, no,” Sarah said.

“Loki. What have you done to her?” Steve growled. He straightened himself up to his full height, throwing his shoulders back.

“Calm down, soldier. She’s just had a little mead. I didn’t force it on her.” Loki said.

“She’s underage. You should know better.” Steve snapped.

Loki waved him off. “Simple misunderstanding. I am not fully averse of your Midgardian customs.”

Steve glared at Loki and then turned away from him, supporting Sarah back through the door. “What am I going to do with you?” Steve said as they walked back towards the living area of the compound. “Your father worked so hard on your cake.”

“I wanna eat my cake. What kind of cake is it? Daddy makes the best cakes.” Sarah giggled.

“He can not see you like this. Why would you drink something Loki gave you?” Steve asked.

“You keep acting like Loki is this big bad guy, but I’ve never known him as one. He’s just Thor’s brother.” Sarah said.

“He killed thousands of people, Sarah,” Steve said.

“So. You. Said. But he’s still always here. Don’t be mad at me, daddy.”

“I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed. You want me to trust you and then you do things like this.”

They stepped outside and Sarah looked around perplexed. “This isn’t the way to cake.”

“I’m hoping some fresh air might sober you up a bit so when your father sees you he won’t overreact. If you want to still go to that music festival with your friends, you might want to think about how much he’d be disappointed in you if he saw you like this.” Steve said.

Sarah’s face fell. “I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t you?”

“I did. I just wanted to try it. I’m sorry.” Sarah said. She couldn’t look him in the eye. This disappointed dad she got from Steve was far harder for her to deal with than the grounding that Bucky would most likely have given her.

Steve put his hand on her shoulder. “You’re young, Sarah. You’re allowed to make mistakes. That’s how you learn. It’s also why you aren’t ready to come out into the field as an Avenger.”

“Shit.” She mumbled, kicking the dirt at her feet.

Steve pulled her into a hug. They were interrupted by the screech of tires on asphalt. A red and gold Bugatti tore up the drive. It had a huge ribbon on the hood and flew straight towards Steve and Sarah before screeching to a halt in front of them. Tony jumped out of the car.

“Uncle Tony!” Sarah squealed, running to him and throwing herself into his arms.

“Happy birthday, princess,” Tony said, squeezing her. He held her out at arm’s length and then held out the keys to the car.

“Oh! My! God!” Sarah yelped, snatching the keys from his hand. She threw herself onto the hood of the car. “I love it!”

Steve shook his head. “This is too much, Tony. We can’t accept it.”

“Daddy, no!” Sarah cried. “I love it so much. Please, can I keep it?”

“Yeah, daddy,” Tony teased. “Please?”

Steve groaned and rubbed his hands down his face. “Fine.”

Sarah squealed and then ran for the driver’s seat. “Can I drive it?”

“I don’t think so, Sarah,” Steve said.

She pulled a face and climbed into the car, looking over all the features.

“Is she drunk?” Tony asked.

Steve nodded.

Tony threw back his head laughing. “You got one like me.” He clapped Steve on the shoulder. “How did it even happen? I thought she would be immune to alcohol.”

“Asgardian Mead. It’s going through her fast though. She’ll be sober soon.”

“Thor did this?” Tony asked.

Steve shook his head. “Loki.”

Tony’s eyes darkened. “Of course.”

A second car pulled up behind the Bugatti. This one a black Audi sedan. Pepper climbed out of the driver’s seat and their fourteen-year-old son Howard climbed out of the passenger seat. Howard took more after his mother. Tall, wiry and with bright red hair. He ran around to the passenger seat of the Bugatti and climbed in. Steve watched at the two teenagers started pressing random buttons on the car and laughing together. He smiled.

Pepper strolled over to the two men. “I’m so sorry, Steve. I told him not to.”

Steve greeted Pepper with a kiss on the cheek. “It’s fine. It wouldn’t be Tony if it wasn’t extravagant.”

Steve approached the car and tapped on the window. Sarah rolled it down and looked up at him.

“Come on, you. They’re all waiting.” He said.

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Summary: The end of Fifth year approaches including the End of the Year Ball where the school says goodbye to the graduating students. While normally missed to catch up on much needed rest after Cursed-Vaults adventures, the entire gang is attending because it is Bill’s last year at Hogwarts. However, their original plan to go together as a group begins to fall apart as one by one members acquire dates to the ball. With Charlie’s recent realization of his feelings, maybe this is the best time to share them.

Word Count: ~14k

Genre: Fluff 

Warnings: A little angst, language? (Swearing but in French and Irish and British slang)

Note: I wrote this for my MC/OC and Charlie since I’ve had this idea for a while and it’s sort of a personal headcanon (I hope that doesn’t deter you from reading!). I know it’s not my best work but it has been quite a while since I’ve written something like this and I am excited to get back into creative writing. This also ended up much longer than anticipated – sorry! I tried to break it up for easier reading (I made scene transition images and a header, I’m proud of myself!). Also I unfortunately am not in Fifth year yet in the game so reference to new friends is limited.

*The reference made to Charlie realizing his feelings and falling asleep together while studying may be another fic I write and if so I will link it here! 

Needed information about My MC: Nereida Adelyn-Keira Black, goes by her middle names – most call her Keira but friends have a variety of nicknames for her, Charlie likes to call her Ady; born in Ireland but raised in Canada – duel citizen; demisexual

Soundtrack Suggestions: Perfect – Ed Sheeran, Under the Stars – John Legend, It Was Written in the Stars – Ella Fitzgerald, All of the Stars – Ed Sheeran

Preview: He knew it was cliché but he swore this is what it felt like. The moment he saw her walking towards him time seemed to slow, only a bit, enough for him to admire the way the bottom of her dress floated behind her as she descended the stairs and the hint of silver shimmer that glimmered much like the twinkling stars with her movements. The voices and sounds of everyone else around them faded into the background until her laughter that filled him with such warmth was the only thing he heard. And he knew it sounded cliché but he swore, for a moment, everyone else seemed to vanish and all he saw was her. And when her stormy sea eyes met his, his heart skipped a beat, he forgot how to breathe, and time seemed to stop, just for a brief a moment, as he stood there, frozen, completely captivated and mesmerized. It was cliché. But that’s how he felt.

“What about this one,” Penny asked as she held up a black gown to her bewildered best friend. The popular Hufflepuff was quite giddy as their little curse-breaking group shopped in Hogsmeade for the upcoming end of the year ball, as if she hadn’t been asked to attend every year.

“Are we all wearing black because we’re mourning Bill leaving us,” Keira asked with a small smirk earning a look from the blonde as she pulled the dress away from the young woman’s frame and hung it back up.

“Come on. How often do we get the chance to go shopping, not for school supplies, and get to dress up and attend a ball where we can spend the whole night dancing and having fun? And after everything we have been through since attending Hogwarts we deserve at least one night of fun,” Penny insisted, and Keira had to admit the case she presented was difficult to argue against. When the dark haired girl failed to offer a rebuttal a smug look briefly appeared on the Hufflepuff’s face. The amateur curse-breaker spent most of her time researching and hunting down these cursed-vaults, determined to find her brother, while also managing to stay on top of her school work and somehow balance her new Prefect and Quidditch Captaincy responsibilities. Their group was pretty sure she never slept. They were always concerned for their friend who seemed to carry so much on her shoulders, yet rarely show the strain of it, and who was always the first to offer help to any of them no matter how small the task and never appeared too stressed with everything they were juggling. Hence Penny’s determination to not only have a fun day out shopping in Hogsmeade but a night of fun at the ball where they could relax and enjoy themselves and not be worried about exams or cursed-vaults or lost siblings – which, Penny herself now understood more than every after that year and losing her baby sister if even for a brief time compared to what her best friend was going through with her brother. But Keira helped her save her sister and Penny was more determined than ever to help Keira find her brother. But she was also just as determined to give Keira a break whenever she could and this ball was the perfect chance to have a whole night off!

Plus she knew how close Keira and Bill were, he quickly becoming a surrogate older brother for her, and him leaving was hard on her. Certainly they would write to each other all the time but it wasn’t the same as having him there. So this was also a good excuse to spend more time with him and have one last hoorah before he graduated.

“Therefore, your arms should be filled with dresses to try on in a classic montage style,” Penny informed before shoving aforementioned armful of dresses into the unsuspecting Slytherin’s arms. “And most importantly, we should be having fun!”

As her grey eyes studied the grinning blonde in front of her Keira swore the young potions master literally glowed and radiated light. “Okay, okay,” she easily conceded earning a squeal of excitement from her friend.

“We rarely get the chance to wear formal gowns and you two want to wear suits instead?” As Keira changed in one of the dressing rooms, after being pushed there by Penny, she overhead Penny scolding others in their shopping party and was relieved to no longer have the Hufflepuff’s focus set on her. Curiosity did get the better her of, as it normally did, and caused her to peek her head out from the privacy curtain to see Tonks and Tulip looking quite dapper as they posed in formal suits men normally wore to these types of events.

“Everyone expects women to dress up in big, poufy ball gowns,” Tulip retorted. And she of course, being her rebellious self, refused to abide by any set rules even social ones.

“Besides, we look good,” Tonks added proudly as she struck another pose.

Penny huffed and folded her arms before noticing Keira’s head poking out from her dressing room. “Keira,” she gasped excitedly, “Are you ready? Come out, come out, come out,” she urged practically jumping up and down. Keira took a deep breath before pulling back the curtain to her dressing room and stepping out in an emerald gown probably chosen for the color matching her Hogwarts house.

“You look beautiful, Keira,” Rowan complimented from her seat as she watched her friends try on possible outfits for the ball. Rowan had plans to wear a beautiful embellish saree from her mother so while she waited for her outfit to be sent to her she accompanied her friends in their journey to find the perfect outfit for the occasion and offer her advice and encouragement.

“Thank you, Rowan,” Keira replied with a small smile, thankful her friend and roommate was there. She knew Rowan would provide her honest opinion and genuine praise. “And you look beautiful as well, Penny. That dress brings out your eyes,” she complimented, smoothly turning the attention away from her and onto the blonde in a blue ball gown which did make her blue eyes pop.

“Thanks but I feel too much like Cinderella,” Penny replied earning some quizzical looks from the purebloods in the group who were unknowledgeable about muggle life. After a very brief re-telling of the age old fairy tale so the others could be brought into the loop the dress up montage continued and the friendly bickering easily turned into laughter.

The windy March weather sent a chill through the group of girls as they left the store after making their purchases. Although the end of the year ball would not be held until June, to ensure there would be enough time for alterations they went out to get them early. This recommendation was brought by Andre who also offered his services to make any further alterations to the gowns they chose, after the seamstresses as the store were finished with them, to “take them up a level.” None of them were exactly sure what that meant but Andre obviously had an eye for fashion and designed most of his own clothes which always looked nice so they felt they could trust him. He also offered, well more like demanded, to accompany the girls on their shopping trip to approve of their choices but they somehow managed to convince him it was a girl’s only trip to have some girl bonding time, alone, without any men around.

Tonks and Tulip clearly had decided on formal suits which, once tailored to fit them perfectly, Keira had to admit they would probably be the best dressed at the ball. Penny had found a laced white and golden yellow dress which suited her very well, at least the group thought so. For herself, Keira had decided on an ethereal ice blue dress with a lace bodice adorned with some silver sparkle and sleeve chain detail dangling across her shoulders, the lace and hint of silver shine gradually cascading down to the flowy skirt. Something about the layers of blue, grey, and ivory of the skirt, the sheen of silver, the airy yet graceful movement of the skirt reminded her of the sea which made her feel this connection to the garment. When her other friends agreed it seemed perfect for her she bought it without any hesitation. And she had to admit, now that she found a dress she actually felt beautiful in she was looking forward to the ball and any reluctance or insecurities she had about attending washed away with the wave like movements of the dress.

“I don’t understand how you can stand being out here without a jacket,” Penny remarked as she hugged her jacket to herself to shield her from the wind chill on that cloudy day.

“I was raised in Canada, you get used to the cold,” Keira replied, adjusting the sleeves of her shirt down over her hands. However the cold from the snow and cold from the wind were different. The still cold from a winter’s day was actually peaceful and calm while the chill from the wind seemed to sting right to the bone. And she hated the wind.

“I think it’s impressive,” Tonks said, throwing her newly discovered cousin a smile, earning one back. As the group of girls made their way through Hogsmeade to return to their school they ran into the rest of their gang leaving the Three Broomsticks.

“So, how did the shopping venture go,” Andre asked, studying the group of girls closely. Andre continued to question the ladies on their way back to Hogwarts about their shopping choices while Keira wisely fell a few steps back to avoid the conversation. The windy weather drowned out the conversation of those in front of her causing the young Slytherin to shiver. Okay, next time she would bring a jacket even if it did go against her cool, tough reputation she tried to uphold. Ugh, she hated the wind.

After another gust of wind sent another icy chill through her slender frame, Keira was surprised to suddenly feel a weight on her shoulders and a warmth spreading through her. She glanced briefly at the large jacket now draped over her shoulders before looking up at the smiling, dragon obsessed Weasley.

“You were cold,” Charlie answered her unspoken question.

“But… what about you,” Keira asked, motioning to the sweater clad Gryffindor who assured her he would be fine – he was always warm, which was true. He seemed to radiate heat which the always cold to the touch Slytherin appreciated. Besides, they were almost back to Hogwarts.

His assuredness convinced Keira to drop it instead of arguing with him and just graciously accept his jacket, which she truly was thankful for, more than he might know. She was so used to doing things for herself, struggling to let others help her with anything. Her friends were already putting themselves in danger by helping her find the cursed-vaults and her brother, she didn’t need to bother them with other, trivial things. She could take care of herself. But she had to admit it was nice having someone do something for her, take care of her, even if it was something little like offering her their jacket. Although it was a little weird to think someone had also been paying that much attention to her to notice her shiver a little bit at a gust of wind. Shouldn’t he be participating in the conversation instead of watching her? Weirdo…

“Thank you,” Keira said as she slipped her arms through the sleeves of his jacket. His kindness and thoughtfulness spread a warmth throughout her chest. He really did make her want to be a better person. “Hmm,” she murmured as she snuggled up in his oversized jacket, keeping her thoughts to herself.

“What? Is something wrong,” Charlie asked with some concern.

“No,” Keira quickly replied to reassure him, but as he continued to stare at her she knew that answer wasn’t enough to satisfy him. “It smells like you,” she explained, which should be obvious considering it was his jacket.

“It…. What,” Charlie asked, clearly not expecting that answer.

“It smells like you,” Keira repeated with a smile as a small blush began to spread across the Gryffindor’s face.

“Oh, well…I’m sorry, probably smells bad then,” he replied somewhat awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. With all his adventures roaming the Forbidden Forest plus sweaty Quidditch practices and games, he worried it might not smell the best.

“No, it doesn’t,” Keira replied with a small laugh causing the Gryffindor to blush more. “It smells good,” she assured him, throwing him another smile. “Kind of earthy, but sweet.”

Charlie stared at her a moment silently. Her description of his scent only made him redder in the face. Unaware to the amateur curse-breaker, the future dragonologist had recently, very recently, burst out of his oblivious bubble and realized that he may actually have feelings for her that were more than one felt for a close friend, primarily with the help of his older brother.

It had hit him harder than any bludger had but practically knocked the wind out of him all the same. The weird thing was there was nothing particularly special about that day or how it happened. The gang was studying in the library, well in the Study Area to avoid Pince, or avoid an intense standoff between Tonks and Pince, like they normally did, and also as they normally did, they distracted themselves with idle chit-chat and random discussions to avoid actually doing their homework. And because Charlie was there, of course the conversation somehow got turned onto dragons.

“A Hungarian Horntail can breathe fire to fifty feet. Their breath alone can reach extremely high temperatures,” Charlie argue.

“But a Ukrainian Ironbelly’s scales are hard as steel and they’re huge,” Barnaby retorted. “One could probably just sit on a Hungarian Horntail and squash it.”

“Not to sound like Pince but could you two keep it down? You’re distracting me.” Tulip interrupted their dragon debate while hunched over a piece of parchment she was scribbling on vigorously, however it did not look like any homework they had but more like some sort of blue prints, probably for her next grand prank.

The two boys mumbled their apologies. “Do you think I could turn into a dragon,” Tonks asked from next to Tulip. “Never tried it before.”

“Which dragon would you turn into,” Barnaby asked curiously, and a bit excitedly. How cool would it be if she did?

“I don’t know, whichever,” Tonks responded with a shrug.

“Not everyone has a favorite dragon like you two,” Tulip informed the two magical creature obsessed boys sitting across the table from them. That was a harsh reality Charlie had learned at a young age. He used to assume everyone had a favorite dragon, asking everyone he came across what theirs was. He soon learned the sad truth that not everyone had one or even knew that much about dragons, cared as much about them as he did. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from asking people because some people did have a favorite and he felt that said a lot about them. Of course most seemed to say the Hungarian Horntail, possibly because it was the most infamous of the breeds. He actually got kind of annoyed that being most people’s answer. Maybe that’s why he liked discussing it so much with Barnaby because he didn’t share the same favorite breed of dragon.

“Well that’s dumb, they should,” Barnaby said with frown. Charlie chuckled and had to agree before turning his attention to the Slytherin sitting across from him who had been quiet this entire time, focused on reading their Alchemy book.

“What about you, Ady? What’s your favorite dragon,” Charlie asked, for some reason unable to recall if he’s asked her that before. He must have since that was normally his go-to ice breaker but conversation always seemed to flow so easily with her and typically the conversation revolved around the Cursed-Vaults if not school and Quidditch. Maybe he never got the chance to ask her? Or he did but… how could he forget her answer? He did ask everyone he came across practically. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t remember her answer? They all got jumbled together. But how could he forget her answer?

“A Hebridean Black, right,” Barnaby answered with a proud grin before Keira got the chance. The dark haired girl glanced up at him from her book giving him a smirk and a wink to indicate he was correct causing Barnaby to grin more and sit up straighter, proudly, in his chair. Charlie looked between the two Slytherins, well aware of how close they were but part of him couldn’t help be a little envious. But more prominent than that was the fact that she had in fact told them her favorite dragon – and she actually had one that was not a Hungarian Horntail! – and he had forgotten! How could he have forgotten?!

But yet even more impactful was the fact that after Keira agreed to help him buy an alleged dragon egg, which of course turned out to be scam, putting herself in danger for it, for him – something he was clearly still dealing with – they were gifted a dragon scale. A Hebridean Black dragon scale. Which Keira told him, urged him, to keep.

“Why would you give me the scale if it’s your favorite dragon,” Charlie asked, watching her closely. In case he didn’t feel selfish enough making her go on that wild and dangerous goose chase to get himself a dragon egg now he took the one good thing that came out of it from her.

“Because you love dragons,” Keira replied with a shrug, as if it was obvious, before looking up at him from her book with a small smile. It was a simple statement that everyone knew, even those who didn’t even know him, but for some reason when she said it just then it stirred something inside of him. She was selfless, thoughtful; she put him first.

When her eyes, which he liked to describe as the color of the ocean after a storm – that’s when Bill claimed he knew Charlie was completely smitten – met his they pierced right through him shattering the naïve and oblivious bubble he had subconsciously placed himself in and realization washed over him like an ice-cold tidal wave.

He loved dragons, but he also –

“I got to go.” And with that Charlie quickly gathered up his books, swung his bag over his shoulder, and hurried out of the library. He raced straight back to the Gryffindor Dorm and to his older brother and best friend where he then proceeded to pace back and forth in Bill’s room rambling on and on for about an hour about everything he had realized, had been thinking and feeling, trying to make better sense of it all. He was thankful his brother was so patient and understanding during it all. He went to bed that night unable to sleep and just kept staring at the dragon scale on his nightstand, thinking about her. And then the next day when they fell asleep studying didn’t help him either. Fortunately, she hadn’t behaved differently around him after that. Oh, but he was sure his behavior had changed around her.

Since this jarring realization had occurred he had come to gain more self-awareness – why when she looked at him his heart skipped a beat, why when she laughed, particularly when he was the cause of it, it warmed him inside, why his thoughts always turned to her, why he always sought her out to talk to or spend time with when he had free time, why he disliked it so much when she appeared to be getting too close and friendly with others, or why he had been caught a few times staring at her. He had also gotten much more annoyed by others being close with her, trying to get closer to her (okay guess some might call it jealousy), and particularly annoyed at blatant flirty primarily done by Diego (he sometimes really wanted to punch that guy). Despite this realization the heart skipping a beat, the breath getting caught in his throat, the dragons in his stomach, none of it stopped.

But the bad thing was Charlie had caught himself doing these weird things like starting to drape an arm around her or wanting to reach up to move a strand of hair out of her face, shifting so their legs or arms touched while sitting next to each other, staring at her hand swaying next to her as they walked. He even caught himself reaching out to hold it on occasion but thankfully stopped himself before that happened. He had no idea how he would explain that.

He looked for any excuse to talk to her, spend time with her, be near her, touch her… he had no idea what to do in this situation, it was all new to him! Bill suggested telling her how he felt but Charlie was worried about possibly losing a close and dear friend. So Bill suggested to flirt with her and see how she responded, maybe she was interested too but afraid to say anything, but Charlie didn’t know how to do that! Like he told his brother, this was an entirely new situation for him and he was trying his best to navigate it!

Keira silently watched the rain fall as she leaned against the cool stone wall of Hogwarts. She was currently perched upon a covered balcony on the fourth floor of the school, one of the few places she liked to go to be alone and enjoy the weather, particularly a rainy day without having to be out in it or a window dividing her from it. Unlike most who found rainy days like this grey, cold, and depressing, Keira always found them serene and relaxing. And right now she needed a peaceful place to think.

It had been a little over a month since their shopping excursions in Hogsmeade for the ball and since then their plans to go together as a group had sort of fallen apart. It had started with Penny who, while sitting in the Great Hall one day for a meal, informed the girls that she had been asked to the ball. That announcement came as no surprise since Penny got asked out pretty much on a daily basis since she arrived at Hogwarts. However, the fact she was announcing it was odd.

“…And you accepted,” Keira asked, or more like stated, suspecting that was the reason for Penny informing them and the weird way she was acting, like she was worried she would get in trouble.

“W-well, yeah, kind of…” Penny admitted sheepishly. “But that doesn’t mean we still can’t all go together! There’ll just be one more of us.” Honestly the group was just surprised to hear she had actually accepted one of the many romantic invitations she received. But she wouldn’t have just accepted anyone’s invitation so clearly they had to be deserving, right? One more person couldn’t hurt.

From there it sort of snowballed.

Tonks and Tulips had derived so many plans for that night at the ball to mess with basically everyone in attendance with a grand finale to end the night, they informed the rest of their friends they would probably be pretty busy during the actual festivities. They invited Keira to join them if she wanted but, to be honest, she wasn’t that into pranks. Not like the ones those two did at least.

Andre of course had his choice of dates to take to the ball which he was in the process of narrowing down.

Bill of course would be busy with his class of graduates.

And Ben…well Keira gave him the benefit of the doubt that he was being controlled to attack her and she still was there for Ben whenever he needed a friend but she had been keeping her distance since the attack.

But Keira thought she would at least have Rowan to go with and spend an evening dancing and having fun with her best friend and roommate.

“You’re what?!” Keira’s exclamation echoed throughout the Slytherin Common Room.

“I’m going to the dance with Diego,” Rowan said again quietly, avoiding eye contact with her best friend.

“What? How? When?” Keira had so many questions! Sure, they chatted in Defense Against the Dark Arts sometimes but she had no idea they had grown this close! And sure, she admitted while in class she encouraged the light flirtation between the two and she did believe Rowan had a small crush on him but she was not prepared for this.

But she wanted her friend to be happy and assured her of that and to go to the ball with him, once the shock wore off that is. She would have a lot of fun and a night full of dancing.

And she still had Barnaby! Next to Rowan, Penny, and Charlie, Barnaby was one of the people Keira felt closest to. She loved Barnaby like a best friend or brother or second cousin. So imagine her surprise when Barnaby said he too had a date to the ball.

“I think I have a date,” Barnaby awkwardly explained when Keira asked him about going to the ball.

“You think?” How did one not know? Well, it was Barnaby.

“Well, I was talking to this girl in Care of Magical Creatures and she brought up the ball and I guess she sort of asked me and I said yes? I didn’t realize she was asking me to go with her, like as a date, until she told me the color of her dress yesterday to make sure we matched… because apparently we are going together…” Keira’s face fell as she listened to Barnaby explain his situation. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to disappoint her. I mean, I did sort of agree to go. Would be rude to back out now.”

“No, of course. You’re right. You should go with her. I’m sure you’ll have fun,” Keira assured him although it was hard to hide the disappointment in her voice. But she couldn’t ask any of her friends to ditch their dates for her.

“I’m sorry,” Barnaby apologized again. “But we’ll still see each other there! And I promise to save a dance with you.”

“Thanks, Barnaby,” Keira replied with a small smile.

Her friends deserved a night of fun just like her and if going with a date added to that then they should go with a date of their choice. Even if that meant her night might be less enjoyable… The girls still agreed to all get ready together which would be fun and Penny kept insisting they would just all go together as one large group but Keira knew even if they arrived all together in one large group the couples would pair off to have their night to themselves. As they should! She didn’t want to ruin any of her friends’ night. But she still couldn’t help being disappointed and feeling left out. She even considered not going but she couldn’t do that to Bill.

So now here she sat, watching the exposed half of the balcony ledge she was sitting on get struck by rain drops, trying not to feel sorry for herself. How could she when she had all these wonderful friends? Friends who she never thought she would have given her family’s history. She was very thankful and appreciative for them. But it was hard not to feel like… like she was being left behind.

Rowan and Penny had been their every encouraging selves throughout this little situation. Besides still getting ready and going to the ball together they were certain Keira would get asked. They were surprised honestly that she didn’t get asked out more often. Surely many people at the school fancied her? She was not only a great Quidditch player but Captain, and as Penny liked to point out, Quidditch players were very popular. Plus she was smart, funny, charming, attractive, and brave according to Rowan. Who wouldn’t want to be with a Curse-Breaker? That was one of, if not the, coolest things to be. And Keira was basically the definition of cool – Rowan always laid on a lot of compliments. Which Keira appreciated and it did help her feel better about herself but she kept the truth from them and replied with a simple thanks.

Truth was it didn’t matter how good she was at Quidditch or how smart she was or how good her grades were, how many witty remarks she made, how many adventures she went on, or how physically attractive she may apparently be – something that was supposed to run in the Black family according to rumors she heard – no one would ever be interested in her more than the interesting, and possibly, cautionary tale she was. Sure, her ‘alleged’ curse-breaking adventures around the school fueled rumors and were cause for most of the excitement around the school but she was basically some glorified article in the Daily Prophet – provided some captivating entertainment but the stories were most likely riddled with false and over dramatic information.

Truth was, she was cursed.

Not cursed like ‘I’ll never get a date because something’s wrong with me and I’m cursed’ and not cursed like ‘if I get kissed I’ll turn into a frog.’ It had nothing to do with dating or romance really.

Cursed like if you get close to her you may end up dead. Or at the very least seriously injured and used as a puppet for some dark witch or wizard.

She was cursed from the first moment she walked into Hogwarts and she still would be when she left.

While the students loved to talk about her and her ‘alleged’ adventures none of them wanted to actually talk to her, get to know her for her. They were all afraid of her. And not afraid of her because she was a tough badass who would knock all your teeth out which she would be fine with. But afraid because she put those who were close to her in danger.

How she still had friends she had no idea. She never thought she would have them and once she did she never thought they would stick around. Not after everything she put them through. And she never wanted to put them through such traumatizing and deadly conditions but those seemed impossible to avoid when dealing with these Vaults. But they continued to stick around and offer to partake in these adventures still, why she had no idea, but she appreciated it nonetheless.

“Hey! There you are!”

The cheery greeting snapped Keira out of her thoughts and she turned her head to see the grinning Gryffindor Seeker who appeared to have gotten caught in the rain with his wet hair and clothes dripping to the floor to create a small puddle around his feet.

“Out dancing in the rain,” Keira asked with a small smirk.

“Oh, no,” Charlie laughed as he reached up with his free hand to push back his bangs which kept falling into his eyes by the weight of the water. “Got caught in the rain on the way back from Hogsmeade. I like to reward the team after a good game or practice with a trip to Honeydukes,” he explained. “Uh, here. I got you something.” Charlie tossed the small package he was holding in his hand to her.

Keira caught the package and took a moment to study it. “Pink Coconut Ice. Thanks,” she read before smiling at the now blushing redhead. He always brought her something from Honeydukes after he went there with his team and she always appreciated the sweet gesture, especially knowing the Weasley’s were not the wealthiest family. Normally it was Toffees or Chocolate Cauldrons, or anything chocolate. She was sure he brought the rest of the group something to, although she hadn’t seen him hand any out to them, but he never handed out hers in front of them either. She assumed it was to keep them from fighting over the candy.

“Yeah. You’re like the only person I know who likes coconut so I thought you probably like those,” Charlie explained, his blush just growing more with his explanation.

Keira smiled more as she watched him nervously rub the back of his neck. “Yeah, I do. Thanks. It’s very thoughtful.”

There was a slight lull in the conversation which did not help Charlie’s nerves. So he had to say something to end it. Anything! Just say something!

“You know, I should give you my jacket to wear again.” Keira looked over at him quizzically. “…Be-because it doesn’t smell much like you anymore.”

Oh merlin. What did he just say? Why would he say that? She was going to think he was a complete git! He thought things were awkward before, well they certainly were now!

While this panic ensued inside the second eldest Weasley, Keira was still trying to make sense of it. “…Why would you want it to smell like me?”

Okay, maybe this was his chance for redemption!

“Well, because… you smell better than me,” Charlie answered with a shrug before mentally kicking himself. He should have just given her the candy and left!

Keira watched him a moment before laughing which visibly relaxed the Gryffindor. “You don’t smell bad, Charlie, stop worrying that you do. You smell nice.” While thankful she did not get offended or weirded out by his comments, her compliments meant to reassure him only caused a slight blush to appear on his freckled face. Fortunately, he managed to stop himself this time before saying more inappropriate comments about how nice she smelled.

“So, what are you doing up here,” Charlie asked after a moment, stepping closer to her.

“Just enjoying the rain. And thinking,” Keira replied, looking back out at the grey, cloudy sky. There was a slight pause in the conversation as, unaware to her, Charlie took a moment to admire her in that setting.

“Thinking about what,” he finally asked.

Keira took a deep breath before replying. She informed him how their group’s original plan to go together to the ball to send Bill off in style was no longer the plan. Everyone had dates, whether with another person or a date with chaos as it was for Tulip and Tonks. Which, she was happy for them, don’t get her wrong, they deserved to have a night of fun but…

“…But,” Charlie gently pried when Keira fell silent, stepping closer and leaning against the castle wall next to where her feet were perched to face her.

Keira took another deep breath as she watched the rain drops hit the ledge of the balcony. “But… It kind of feels like they’re moving on,” she answered quietly. “I know it’s dumb,” she added quickly, glancing up at him. “But that’s how it feels. Like they’re moving on and leaving me behind.”

“Just because they have dates to the ball or start dating doesn’t mean your friendship with them has to end.” Charlie was always ever the reassuring one. “Or are you really just upset because you don’t have a date,” he teased, earning a small glare from her. He was probably just trying to lighten the mood. “I’m surprised you haven’t been asked yet since I’m sure you have plenty of admirers around the school…”

Keira continued to glare at him, trying not to smile but it was proving to be very difficult. “Oh, but Charlie, haven’t you heard? I’m cursed.” The words stung him more than they did her. “Don’t think anyone is going to be asking me out any time soon,” she added, looking out again at the view. Before he had a chance to speak, to point out how wrong she was and passionately make his case that she was not cursed, Keira continued.

“It’s not just about them potentially dating, it’s about them connecting with new people who they will prefer spending their time with. People who aren’t going to put their lives in danger every year,” Keira tried to explain. She couldn’t help always having this anxiety and fear that her friends weren’t really her friends or would move on from her and make new friends who, like she said, wouldn’t be putting their lives in danger. She never thought she would have friends and now she was constantly afraid of losing them somehow.

“They’re not going to stop being your friend.” Charlie’s voice once again pulled her out of her negative thoughts. “Sure, searching for these vaults and breaking their curses is dangerous but it’s much more exciting than just sitting around gossiping about who’s dating who and studying for exams. If they didn’t want to help you they wouldn’t be. And they want to help you because they care about you. You have to give your friends more credit.”

Keira smiled back at the kind Gryffindor. “See? I told you it was dumb,” she laughed sheepishly.

“It’s not dumb,” Charlie tried to reassure. “Maybe silly and ridiculous, but not dumb,” he teased earning a small laugh from the Slytherin.

“And you’re not cursed,” Charlie added suddenly, much more sternly than the previous lighthearted tone. “And anyone who says you are is just intimidated by how brave and resilient you are while handling the situation you’re in.” Keira stared in shock at his short, passionate speech and his rarely seen intensely serious demeanor. Even while playing the fiercest game of Quidditch he was still all smiles and jokes. She fell silent as she let his words sink in, glancing away from his intense gaze.

“And, hey, we can always go together,” Charlie reminded her after a moment. He was part of this group too and he didn’t have a date. Well not yet…

“You’re sweet but I don’t want a pity date,” Keira replied. “I mean, you should go with who you want to go with, who you’ll have fun with. Like your Quidditch team,” she suggested, unsure what that strange look on the Seeker’s face was.

Honestly Charlie wasn’t sure how to feel either. Somewhat offended that she thought he would only ask her out of pity, hurt that she rejected him, but also dumbfounded that she really thought he wouldn’t want to go with her when she was the one person he would want to go with the most, the one he knew he would have the best time with. Before he could say anything more she spoke up again.

“Hey, is Percy free,” she joked.

Charlie’s hand flung up to his heart as he feigned heartbreak. “You would rather go with Percy than me?” The betrayal!

Keira laughed and shook her head. “No, of course not,” she assured. “But I can’t ask you to go with me out of some sort of obligation.” She held up a hand to stop him before he started to dispute with her.

“Well guess I better go get into some dry clothes,” Charlie said as he looked down at his still damp sweater. He knew better than to try and argue with her when her mind was already set.

“Yeah, you’re starting to smell like mildew,” Keira teased with a smirk.

“I thought you said I smelled good!” The two laughed before Charlie motioned for them to get going.

“What? You need me to pick out your clothes like your mum does for you?” Charlie tried to narrow his eyes at her but was unable to keep from smiling. He knew her teasing was a weird way of showing her affection.

“No. I just thought we talked, hopefully you’re feeling better because of it, so we can go now.” Keira studied him closely a moment before a devilish smirk slowly spread across her face.

“Charlie… Are you uncomfortable with me sitting on the ledge?”

“What? No,” Charlie scoffed, although it wasn’t very convincing.

“Is the big, brave, courageous Gryffindor scared,” Keira continued to mock.

“No,” Charlie claimed, stubbornly folding his arms.

Keira only smirked more before shifting to lean out the opening. “Oh no, I’m going to fall! Help me Charlie!”

“Very funny. This doesn’t affect me. I don’t care.” Charlie continued to act unfazed as Keira continued to pretend to be falling off the balcony. “I know you think this is getting to me but it’s not. This doesn’t freak me out. At all. I’m fine. I don’t – Okay, will you stop that!” He had finally had enough when she was hanging half out into the air and reached out to grab her arm before yanking her back inside. She was going to give him a heart attack!

Keira just laughed as she regained her footing. “Aw, I knew you cared.”

“I should have let you fall,” Charlie muttered, although as usual he was unable to keep from smiling.

“You would never let me fall.” And with that she turned to leave, opening up her bag of candy he brought her before popping one in her mouth. “And thanks again for the candy,” she called with a wave as she headed down the hallway leaving Charlie staring after her.

‘Addison, will you go to the ball with me?’

The fireworks request lit up the sky in the courtyard. Yep, it was that time of year again with grand proposals to the dance. Normally this was only done by the older students but now most people in Keira’s year were participating as well – guess they were getting older.

Besides the fireworks there had been singing telegrams, poorly written poems read out loud in the Great Hall, end of presentation surprise asks, time-outs used in Quidditch to ask someone in the stands, a scavenger hunt – which Keira had to admit was a good one, probably the best one she’s seen yet – and notes hidden in text books or even just a note passed in class. There were many more elaborate, extravagant gestures asking people to the ball but she couldn’t keep up with all of them.

On one hand they were a bit obnoxious and could put people on the spot, putting the pressure on them to accept. On the other hand, if done correctly such as it being personal and meaningful to the person being asked, like that scavenger hunt, and by the right person, it could make someone feel very special. Fortunately, the Professors were more lenient with the students’ and their ball proposal shenanigans during this time.

“Keira, you forgot your telescope!” She had been so focused on getting the students organized in an orderly fashion to head up to the Astronomy Tower she had completely blanked!

“Merde! Thanks, Rowan. Can you start leading everyone up there? I’ll catch up. Barnaby will help.” Before Rowan even had a chance to respond Keira was already running back to the Slytherin Common Room. She knew Rowan would handle it.

Rowan watched her friend run off before instructing everyone to follow her and starting to lead the way to class. “Yeah, you heard her, get going,” Barnaby commanded, doing his best to help. However, his eagerness to help earned him getting hit in the head by a balled up piece of parchment. “Okay, who threw that? You’re going to get it in Dueling Club, Reyes!”

Keira hurried back to her Dorm and located her telescope in her room before hurrying back to catch up to the rest who were already making their way up the long winding staircase of the Astronomy Tower. “J’en ai ras le cul with stairs,” she swore under her breath as she climbed the seemingly never ending staircase. She tended to prefer swearing in French believing she could get away with it more than if she did so in English.

Professor Sinistra greeted the group of Slytherin students as they reached the top of the Tower. “Where is your Prefect, Miss Black?” Rowan and Barnaby shared a look.

“Was that a shooting star,” Rowan suddenly exclaimed, pointing behind Professor Sinistra causing her to quickly turn around just in time to miss Keira sliding to a halt next to Barnaby.

“What? Where,” the Professor questioned before Rowan sheepishly admitted she was mistaken, probably just saw something, a lightning bug perhaps. Professor Sinistra frowned at her before looking over at Keira curiously. “How nice of you to join us.”

“What? I’ve been here the whole time,” claimed Keira as Barnaby nodded his head to confirm. The Professor gave her a look but fortunately told them to go set up their telescopes instead of punishing her for being late – allegedly being late.

Keira set up her telescope next to Rowan before taking out a quill and some parchment from her bag, thanking her friends for helping her out. Despite the rush to get to class, the class itself seemed to move very slowly. At least they were able to enjoy the fresh air and a beautiful scenery instead of being stuck sitting in a stuffy classroom.

“Why is there a constellation named after a dragon but not a kneazle,” Barnaby questioned as he stared up at the night sky through is telescope as the class drew close to being over.

Keira laughed slightly and glanced over at her fellow Beater from marking the constellation of Draco on her parchment. “You ask such thought provoking questions, Barnaby.”

“Really?” Barnaby moved away from his telescope to grin at her. “Normally I’m told I ask dumb questions and to shut up.”

Keira frowned slightly as she glanced down before looking back up at him with a smile. “Well I think you ask very interesting questions that no one else would think to ask. And that’s important, to have a different way of thinking, a different perspective.”

“You’re always so nice to me,” Barnaby replied causing Keira’s heart to ache slightly instead of relishing in the compliment. She knew he meant well and she was glad to always see him so happy when she did compliment and encourage him but it was also so depressing to hear how he had been treated so poorly by most people in his life.

“I just treat you how you deserve to be treated,” Keira told him. “And you’re my best friend.” She gave him another reassuring smile before looking through her telescope and frowning. “Hey, wait. Were those there before?” She looked back and forth between the mapped out constellation she drew and the starry night sky through her telescope which were no longer matching up. Now there appeared to be more stars appearing in the sky. She wasn’t sure how that was possible exactly but it was ruining everything she just worked on all class!

“Uh, Keira, I think you’re notes are safe,” Rowan told her as Keira scrambled to fix her constellation drawing. She paused in her frantic scribbling and looked at her other best friend quizzically who was smirking smugly at her. Why was she not panicking to fix her notes? Rowan of all people should be hurrying to do that!

“Look,” Rowan gently instructed, motioning up to the sky. “I think the stars have a message for you.”

Keira stared at her friend in confusion. What the hell did that even mean? That was oddly cryptic, especially coming from Rowan.

“What,” Keira asked but after another encouraging motion from Rowan to look up she dropped her questioning and turned her head to look up at the starry night sky.

She didn’t need her telescope to read the twinkling star-like words written in the clear midnight sky.

‘Adelyn-Keira Black, Will You Go To The Ball With Me?’

Keira stared at the message in shock, unaware of the rest of her class’ reaction. She had to read it a few times over to make sure she was reading it correctly and then had to look over at Rowan for confirmation that she wasn’t hallucinating and it really was up there written in the sky.

Once Rowan confirmed that it was, in fact, real Keira returned to staring at her starry message in disbelief. What? Why? Who?

Her eyes drifted to below the message where, as if this entire thing had been orchestrated to perfection meticulously, the dragon constellation they were just studying lay.

“Really,” Keira muttered to herself, incredulously as a small grin crept onto her face.  

As if on cue a familiar redhead with a Cheshire grin appeared before her, flying gracefully on his broom.

“Eejit. Have you gone daft?”

“So, is that a yes or…” Charlie questioned with a sly smirk.

“Charlie, why,” was all Keira could muster up with a small, embarrassed laugh.

“Because, you deserve to be asked out to the ball properly,” Charlie answered. “And maybe if I did so properly you’d realize I’m serious and this isn’t a pity ask.”

Keira studied him a moment, trying to keep a neutral poker face but the smile she fought against tugged at the corners of her mouth. “I had no idea you were such a romantic.”

“Is this where I make a comment about moving the stars for you or about it being written in the stars? There’s something there, hold on, I’ll figure it out.” Keira laughed as she watched Charlie struggle to come up with whatever line he was trying to create.

“Didn’t come very prepared, eh? Maybe you should have had Bill write you some notes on what to say,” Keira teased.

“I am much more charming than Bill,” Charlie informed her before noting the look from Professor Sinistra to wrap it up. He was lucky she was allowing him to interrupt her class, even if it was the end of it. She was just glad there were not loud fireworks or anything of the sort or else she might have punished him despite the leniency the faculty showed to the students while they made their dance proposals.

That look from the stern teacher almost knocked Charlie off his broom (and his game). “Uh, so, you still haven’t given me an answer.”

Keira glanced back up at the message asking her to the ball one more moment before it would inevitably fade away – she wished Penny was there to snap a picture so she could have a keepsake to remember this moment more vividly – before turning back to the nervously waiting Weasley.

“I would love to go to the ball with you, Charlie.”

Charlie grinned from ear to ear. Not like he expected her to cruelly reject him, they were close, but part of him was still nervous she would say no with some lame excuse. He was extremely relieved, and overjoyed, that she accepted.

“Is this where I whisk you away,” Charlie asked with another sly smirk as he held his hand out to her.

“No! Absolutely not! There will be no flying off the Astronomy Tower in the middle of the night during my class,” Professor Sinistra finally interjected.

“But class is over,” Rowan gently pointed out. She was clearly happy for her best friend and didn’t want anyone, even the Professor, to ruin it! Unfortunately, Rowan’s attempt to politely disagree with the Professor only earned her a stern look before Professor Sinistra turned that stern look to the Gryffindor.

Charlie’s eyes widened slightly as he quickly withdrew his hand upon being scolded and glared at by the strict Professor. “You can whisk me off some other time,” Keira assured him. “I think right now it’s probably best if you just go.” Charlie had to agree with that statement.

He nodded his head as he timidly watched Professor Sinistra before throwing Keira one last smile. “I’ll talk to you later.” And with that, the Gryffindor Seeker flew quickly away from the Astronomy Tower just as her ask to the ball faded away.

“You better go straight back to your dorm, Mr. Weasley,” Professor Sinistra called after him before telling her class to finish up their star charts and pack up their things to head back to their own dorm as well.

It was the first time Keira didn’t complain about all the stairs as they made their way down the winding staircase. Rowan claimed she was practically skipping down the halls and could not stop smiling the rest of the night.

“Tulip, you better not let off that dungbomb,” Penny scolded sternly.

As planned, the girls were all getting ready for the End of the Year Ball together, gathered in the Ravenclaw Tower. By now, after years of inter-house friendships and Penny’s popularity that taught her how to get into any house’s Common Room, particularly when there were house parties, the gang managed to figure out to hang out together in the different house dorms. They were originally going to get ready together in the Hufflepuff Dorm but Andre insisted they get ready in the Ravenclaw Tower so he could inspect their looks and make sure they were perfect and something about the stairs helping to create a more dramatic entrance. So the girls gathered up their things and headed up to the windy Tower. However, preparing for the ball differed among them.

While most girls were doing their hair and makeup as prep for the ball, Tulip and Tonks were determining how to best sneak all their pranking supplies into the ball without it being noticed. Fortunately, their perfectly tailored tuxes had plenty of pockets! And, as Keira predicted, they looked very dashing and would probably be best dressed at the ball, which would be well deserved.

Penny sat down next to Keira with a huff once she had ensured Tulip would not accidentally let off one of her many dungbombs as they got ready. She did not want to stink all night! Her frustrated attitude soon disappeared as she watched her friend get ready for the ball. “So I heard Charlie actually moved the stars for you to ask you to the ball.”

“No, he didn’t move any stars,” Keira corrected, unable to keep from rolling her eyes at these rumors that spread around. “He said he had been working with Flitwick for weeks after class on perfecting the charm so it would appear like he wrote it in the stars.”

“And he signed it with a dragon,” Penny asked, making a small face. This dragon obsessed boy – she did not get it. Although, people may not understand her passion for potions.

“He didn’t sign it with a dragon, it was written over the constellation Draco, which Charlie claims he did not intend but I don’t know if I believe him,” Keira explained.

“Mhmm… And you’re excited to be going,” Penny asked with a slight mischievous glint in her eye.

“Sure, but I was always going regardless if I got asked to go with someone or not. I’m going to Bill,” Keira replied.

“I mean, you’re excited to be going with Charlie,” Penny specified.

“Oh. Well, sure. We’re close friends and we always have a good time together,” Keira replied with a shrug. Penny watched her friend closely with a knowing smirk. Keira glanced over at the blonde, squirming slightly under her intense gaze. “What?”

“I’m just very happy you’re going with Charlie. That this is finally happening,” Penny answered as she turned her attention back to her hair possibly as an excuse to avoid the Slytherin’s stare.

Keira frowned slightly as she watched the Hufflepuff curiously. “What does that mean?”

Penny paused a moment as she thought of how to explain this. Their group was aware there was something there between the two and admittedly, often, their conversations would turn to the topic and how oblivious the two were. However, now it seemed one of them had at least realized it while the other was still reluctant to.

“You two just seem to have this close connection. A connection you two don’t have with anyone else. Never even seemed interested in trying to create with someone else. I don’t really know how to explain it exactly but… I’m just happy for you. I think this is good for you,” Penny told her with a small smile.

“Because I won’t be sitting all alone at the ball, moping in a corner somewhere,” Keira teased earning a small laugh from the Hufflepuff.

“No, well… sort of. I think it is good you’re going with Charlie to the ball so you’ll have a fun time, which you deserve,” she pointed out as the Slytherin appeared to almost argue with her. “But I also think it’s good for you to be…exploring this connection you have with Charlie and taking it to another level. I know you put on a brave, cool and collected front but I know everything you’ve been going through all these years is really hard on you. When I lost Beatrice, for a short time compared to what you’ve been through with Jacob, I was an emotional wreck. Crying all the time, always in a panic, frantic, literally pulling my hair out. I don’t know how you cope with it with death threats on top of it.”

“I have you guys,” Keira answered, giving Penny a small smile. “I don’t know what I would do without all of you,” she admitted quietly.

Penny smiled back at the Slytherin and reached over to place a hand on hers. “We’re always going to be here for you, Keira.” The two shared a quiet moment together before Penny continued with her original point.

“Even with the support of our great group of friends, you still keep a lot inside. And you need someone you can talk to, like really talk to. Be open and vulnerable with who you trust and can rely on. And someone who makes you happy. Because you deserve to be happy too. And I think Charlie is that person.” Keira sat there silently as she let Penny’s words sink in. She didn’t realize Penny or any of her friends thought about her this much, or her and Charlie. What did they talk about exactly when she wasn’t around?

“Here,” Penny said as she pulled something out of her bag she brought with her to help her get ready for the ball. She slid the item over to Keira who stared at it in disbelief.

“What? How?” Laying before her on the table was a picture of that night where Charlie asked her to the ball, the starry message in the sky, Charlie appearing in front of her on his broom with that cheeky grin.

“I have eyes and ears everywhere. Everywhere,” Penny informed. “I know everything going on in this place. Everything.” Keira stared at her friend a bit fearfully. Everywhere? Everything? Why did that sound more like a warning? Penny was more powerful than most people knew or wanted to admit. But that was one of the many reasons Keira loved her.

“My hair is being positively unruly. Can you guys help me, please,” Rowan pleaded as she sat down with a huff between the two girls. She was never one to do her hair or wear makeup and all of this was confusing to her. Which was hard on her because she was so smart and excelled in all her classes but she couldn’t figure out how to do her hair?

“Of course we can help,” Penny assured her with a beaming smile, moving behind Rowan to fix the tangled, frizzy mess she somehow made.

“Here, I’ll help you with your makeup,” Keira offered, moving to do just that.

“Thanks. I know it’s kind of stupid to be fretting so much over all this stuff but, Penny is right. We never get to dress up in fancy gowns and get all done up for a glamorous evening and I think we should take advantage of it. Go all out,” Rowan said, clearly relieved to be getting help.

“I don’t think it’s stupid, I completely agree,” Keira assured her with a small smile. “It’s not every day we get to do this – do up our hair, play with makeup, dress up – it should be fun, not stressful, because we deserve to have some fun.” Penny beamed from behind Rowan, glad these girls were finally coming around.

Penny and Keira helped Rowan with her hair and makeup and honestly that little makeover was probably the most fun they had all night, talking, joking, laughing, especially when Tonks and Tulip got involved, dancing and singing loudly, and obnoxiously, to the music Penny played, and overall bonding.

“Let’s go, ladies. The guys are waiting and the feast is about to start.” At Andre’s call the girls wrapped up their final preparations before heading down to meet the rest of their party. Penny made sure to grab her camera and informed them all to be prepared for many, many pictures. In case any of them thought she was kidding Penny hurried down the stairs, much to Andre’s exasperation, to take pictures of the girls coming down the stairs and the boy’s reactions because she felt this entire night had to be documented. Doubtful they would go to next year’s ball and at their own graduation they may be too wrapped up in everything, although she would still probably make sure every was documented then as well. And Merlin forbid something happened to their group before graduation. People did grow up and grow apart, friendships could end, these vaults were dangerous… She just felt it was important to document as many happy moments together as possible so they could all look back on these days fondly and remember each other, no matter where they were in the world, no matter where life took them, no matter what happens in the next couple years left at Hogwarts, that part of them would always be friends.

He knew it was cliché. This wasn’t one of those romantic comedy talking and extended moving picture things that Penny brought from the muggle world and made them watch, what were those things called again? Movies, that’s right. It wasn’t a movie, a rom-com as they were apparently called if he remembered correctly. This wasn’t a scene in one of those movies where one of the main characters has a sudden epiphany upon seeing the other in a different light and realizes they have feelings for them. Of course it wasn’t one of those moments because Charlie already had that epiphany months ago.

He knew it was cliché but he swore this is what it felt like. The moment he saw her walking towards him time seemed to slow, only a bit, enough for him to admire the way the bottom of her dress floated behind her as she descended the stairs and the hint of silver shimmer that glimmered much like the twinkling stars with her movements. The voices and sounds of everyone else around them faded into the background until her laughter that filled him with such warmth was the only thing he heard. And he knew it sounded cliché but he swore, for a moment, everyone else seemed to vanish and all he saw was her. And when her stormy sea eyes met his, his heart skipped a beat, he forgot how to breathe, and time seemed to stop, just for a brief a moment, as he stood there, frozen, completely captivated and mesmerized. It was cliché. But that’s how he felt.

Gradually all the voices and sounds that had faded into the distance returned and he was jarred back into reality with a firm hand on his back.

“Well I must say I did wonders on your atrocious dress robes,” Andre praised himself as he studied his fine work on Charlie’s once embarrassing and fashion disaster of dress robes that were sent to him from his family. His and Bill’s looks for the ball were the ones Andre had to do the most work on. But he did an amazing job on fixing them up, tailoring them to perfection, and even adding personalized details for the two gentlemen such as some dragon embroidery for Charlie, if he did say so himself.

“Yeah, thanks,” Charlie chuckled, trying to hide his embarrassment of possibly being caught gawking at Keira.

“Hey. You clean up nice.” Charlie whipped his head around and stared at the beautiful girl in front of him. Keira smiled charmingly at the Gryffindor as she admired his fixed robes. She did have to commend Andre on his great job. When Bill and Charlie received their packages of dress robes they group had their fun of teasing the two. But now Charlie, and she was also sure Bill, looked quite dashing in them.

“Th-thank you,” Charlie replied, clearing his throat, before mentally kicking himself. Oh, Merlin, did he just stutter like a nervous tosser?

“Compliment her,” Andre whispered in his ear. Did he have to do everything for them?

“Oh uh…” Charlie stared at the ethereal dark haired girl in front of him as he tried to come up with a good compliment to give her. All he had to tell her, without stammering or sounding like a complete tosser, that she looked beautiful. Radiant even. Breathtaking? No, maybe that was too much even if it was true.

“You look beautiful.”

Keira smiled at him before glancing down and, he may have been mistaken but he thought he saw a slight blush spread across her face. “Thank y-“

“Like an Antipodean Opaleye.” He should have stopped at she looked beautiful. Andre groaned and smacked his forehead with his palm, muttering about how Charlie was hopeless before walking away from the couple.

Keira whipped her head up at his interruption and stared at him a moment as she processed what he just said before she started laughing. Charlie visibly relaxed when he heard her laugh and was relieved she didn’t think he was weird or a freak like most did in regards to his obsession with dragons. But that was never really a concern of his from her. She was always willing to listen to him ramble on and on about dragons, even asked him about his interest – the uses of dragon’s blood, interesting facts about the creatures, etc. – found and brought him dragon related books from the library or bookstore. And never once did her eyes gloss over as she spaced out during his ramblings nor did she ever roll her eyes or seemed annoyed or bored. She always listened intently, asked questions, and sure joked around with him sometimes about it but she never discouraged his passion.

“You’re such a dork,” Keira teased him, playfully hitting his arm and snapping him out of his thoughts. “But thank you. That’s quite the compliment coming from you.”

Perhaps just in time to save him from making a fool of himself again, Penny called everyone over to take some pictures before they headed off to the feast and ball. And when Penny said pictures, she meant photo shoot.

There were group shots of everyone, all the girls, all the guys, those who played Quidditch, Prefects, the members of each Hogwarts house; there were couple shots of dates and basically everyone in their group paired off together and other random combinations they could come up with. Some were serious, some were ridiculously posed, but the best pictures of the whole night were the candid ones Penny took of them.

Finally, after their extensive impromptu photoshoot which could have gone on longer if they hadn’t convinced Penny they were going to miss the ball entirely at this rate, the group was free to go to the Great Hall together which had been transformed. Round tables had been set up along a perimeter surrounding a dance floor. The gang was fortunate to find a table for all of them, possibly having to convince others to move to a different table so they all could sit together, and enjoyed the feast which was accompanied by speeches by the faculty wishing the graduates well. It was hard not to get emotional thinking of Bill no longer being there with them. Of course Keira and certainly Charlie would write to him almost every day but not having him there to help them would be hard. He had become the group’s surrogate older brother. It would be hard without him there.

Once the feast and speeches had concluded and the music started they were free to mingle and dance. But before any dancing was done Keira wanted to see Bill – get the emotional stuff done and over with so they could enjoy the rest of their evening.

She hugged the eldest Weasley tightly, refusing to let go but Bill didn’t seem to have any problems with that. “I’m going to miss you.”

“I know, I’ll miss you too. But I’ll write to you all the time,” Bill promised. “And you’re going to write to me too, right? I need to be kept up to date on all your Cursed Vaults adventures.”

“As long as you keep me informed about all your Curse-Breaking adventures too,” Keira negotiated before demanding him to stay safe.

“After all these years of hunting down and break these Cursed Vaults, I am prepared to handle anything, thanks to you,” Bill assured her before smiling warmly down at her. “I’ll be safe, I promise. And you two be safe too,” he added quickly in that classic older brother tone. Cursed-Vaults, death threats, and trying to find a dragon in the Forbidden Forest amongst all the dangerous creatures lurking in there – they were in more danger than he was!

Keira reluctantly let him go as Bill began to address Charlie and lecturing him on being the eldest brother at the school now. With Bill gone, Charlie had to watch out for his little brothers. Percy shouldn’t be any trouble but next year the twins would be arriving and Charlie had to look out for them.

“Funny how you’re leaving just in time before Fred and George arrive,” Charlie noted.

“Yeah, almost like mum and dad planned it that way,” Bill retorted with a smirk.

The two brothers continued their bickering for a bit before Bill suggested they should be enjoying the evening instead of standing around him all night. Keira groaned slightly before flinging her arms around the towering Weasley once again.

“I’m not dying,” Bill reminded them. “You’re going to see me again.

“If you don’t get mauled to death by a Sphinx,” Charlie muttered. He tried not to show it but he was really going to miss his brother too. Bill was his best friend, well besides Keira now, but they grew up together, shared the same bedroom. He couldn’t even go to sleep without talking to Bill before going to bed, what was he supposed to do now? He talked to Bill about everything, always turning to his older brother for advice! Sure, he would write his brother letters but some things were time sensitive and needed to be said in person in the moment. And now being the eldest Weasley at the school, leaving him to watch over his younger siblings and be the role model was nerve-racking. He loved them dearly, and while Percy shouldn’t prove to be too difficult, his siblings had been known to cause some trouble and be a handful, particularly the twins.

“I’m not going to get mauled to death by a Sphinx,” Bill spoke sternly as Keira gasped and tightened her grip around him at Charlie’s comment. “I am not going to die. I’m going to be fine. And I have you guys to thank for that. Preparing me for curses and dangerous creatures. I’m going to be alright and so are you guys.” Keira’s grip loosened around the eldest Weasley as she slowly let him go, trying to hold back her emotions. She was not going to start crying at the ball. What a mood killer.

Bill gave them another brief pep talk, reassuring them they would be fine without him, he would be safe, they would write to each other all the time and if they ever really needed him he would find a way to be there. And he’d see them for holidays!

“And hey, in a couple years you’ll probably be joining me. Right, Keira?” Keira paused and mulled over Bill’s question. Honestly, she hadn’t thought much about a future outside of Hogwarts. Her whole focus while going to school was finding these Vaults in hopes of finding her brother. And of course to learn magic and all that. Especially when that was necessary to break the curses on these Vaults!

“I don’t know, maybe,” was all Keira could muster up at the moment. If she was completely honest, which she wouldn’t be at the moment because that would be a serious mood killer, but she wasn’t even sure if she would live to see graduation some times. She had made that dark, it’s-funny-because-it’s-true joke to Bill before when she suggested him to be Madam Rakepick’s apprentice instead of herself. Bill didn’t find it funny.

“They’d be lucky to have you,” Bill told her in an attempt to put any doubts or insecurities she may have to rest. “Heck, you could probably stroll right in there and be Head Curse-Breaker on your first day once they learn you broke your first curse at the age of like twelve.” Keira couldn’t help but smile at his compliment. She was really going to miss him and was going to drown him in letters, needing his wisdom and reassurance. He had easily become one of her dearest and closest best friend. And after all this was over, if she survived it, working alongside her brotherly best friend would be nice. Could be fun. Almost ideal even! Could be worse…

“Okay, you two are depressing me now. Go have fun,” Bill instructed, shooing them away.

“But-”

“No buts! You can’t spend all night crying over me, literally. Go have fun,” Bill demanded. “And I’ll see you on the dance floor or by the punch bowl. This isn’t goodbye just yet. This is about celebrating all the great times and adventures we had here together. Tomorrow we can have our tear-filled goodbyes.” Well, he did have a point. Tonight was supposed to be fun, a party. Tomorrow, on their official last day they could all cry and hug Bill and never let him go.

Despite this being Bill’s last hoorah with them, at least for now, the gang had a really fun night. They ate, drank, talked, laughed, and danced together. Rowan, albeit a somewhat awkward dancer and therefore a bit shy at first, was swung around the dance floor by Diego who seemed to really help her let loose and not be so self-conscious about her dancing. Tonks and Tulips darted all around the ball, setting off their pranks and then hurrying back over to their friends to dance with them, like they’ve been there the entire time, hide behind them, or sometimes even under the table to escape from Filch and his wrath. Tonks tried to get herself, Ben, and Talbott when he was suddenly located, “just checking things out” after claiming to not want to attend this “stupid event,” to be crowd surfed, only to have her efforts thwarted each time, unfortunately. Barnaby kept his promise and saved a dance for Keira which also provided him with the opportunity to surprise the group with his waltz and general ballroom dance skills. Didn’t all pureblood families, at least those wealthy pureblood families, learn classic, perhaps even archaic, proper etiquette such as ballroom dance or playing a classical musical instrument? (No guitars here!) Anything to show off to their other rich friends like all that somehow made their children better than others.

Overall it was a night of fun and laughter and happy memories. Memories they could look back on fondly especially with Penny capturing them all on her camera. While laughing and dancing with her friends was a lot of fun, after a while, being surrounded by so many people with so many conflicting, competing noises reverberating throughout the space, it all became a little overwhelming so Keira excused herself and headed out onto the balcony that surrounded the Great Hall.

The fresh air and cool breeze that blew her loosely curled hair was refreshing and welcoming as she stepped out onto the mostly empty balcony. She had to wander a bit to find a space for herself, away from couples who had escaped out there for their own private snogging session. She reached up to adjust the antique looking silver decorative hair pin Penny convinced her to buy for the ball that held back part of her hair before resting against the balustrade of the balcony. The quiet and stillness of the night air was peaceful and invigorating. Keira sighed contently as she enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere the calming night and faint music from inside created.

“There you are.”

Keira turned around when she heard a familiar voice behind her and smiled at her date.

“You’ve been gone for a while, just wanted to make sure everything was okay,” Charlie explained as he walked closer to her.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just needed to get away from all the crowds and noise for a moment,” Keira informed him as Charlie leaned on the balustrade next to her, gazing up at the clear night sky.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Charlie replied. Keira watched him a moment, admiring how the moon light highlighted his handsome face before turning to rest against the balustrade again and sunk into the comfortable silence that fell between them.

After some time Keira felt someone staring at her and turned to head to meet Charlie’s adoring gaze. There had been other times where she felt someone’s eyes on her such as during class, and she had assumed it possibly was Charlie since it seemed to always come from his direction and her friends always claimed Charlie stared at her and gave him a hard time about it, but any time she looked over he looked away and she never caught him actually doing it. But this time his gaze held strong. He didn’t appear to be embarrassed at being caught or even fazed at all.

Keira shifted nervously under his intense gaze, feeling her face heat up causing her to avert her eyes from his. “What? Why are you looking at me like that,” she asked self-consciously.

“You’re just really beautiful,” Charlie answered softly, genuinely, not trying to be funny and charming, which just caused her face to grow redder.

“I think you’ve had too much punch,” Keira replied jokingly, obviously unsure of how to handle a compliment like that delivered so honestly. And she fully admitted she may have some intimacy fears and issues.

Fortunately her comment didn’t seem to offend Charlie or ruin the mood, earning a small chuckle from him which filled her with warmth, although she didn’t really need it when her face already felt like it was on fire. She glanced over at him to catch his usual caring smile which always caused whatever winged creatures that were in her stomach to flutter.

Charlie only broke his fixed gaze on her to glance behind them, back towards where to roaring party was still raging on, as a slow melody began to flow out from the Great Hall and fill the air.

“Come on,” he said, holding his hand out towards her.

Keira looked down at his hand curiously. “What?”

“Let’s dance. They’re playing our song,” he added with a charming smile.

“We have a song,” Keira asked with a small laugh as she shyly placed her hand in his.

“We do now,” Charlie answered before taking her hand firmly in his. He spun her around once, causing Keira to laugh more, before pulling her close to him. He slid his free arm around her waist to hold her securely to him. They swayed along to the dreamy melody, gliding along the terrace as one, the romantic lyrics seeming to narrate the moment between them perfectly.

It was funny. Before he had asked her to the dance, Charlie had always been the nervous, self-conscious one around her. They still spent a lot of time together, talked, laughed, even at his lighthearted attempts at flirting and cheeky charming comments, but sometimes the nervousness would hit him. Then he would be the one with the red face, nervous laughter, and stammering; pretty sure he made quite the fool of himself. But now, ever since she accepted his proposal to the ball he had this new found confidence. Sure, she still caused fluttering in his stomach and his heart to skip a beat, still made him nervous (he did call her an Antipodean Opaleye dragon), but seeing her reaction when he asked her to the ball, getting this chance to act on his newly understood feelings and make this something real somehow ignited this determination and confidence within him.

And on the other hand, normally cool, calm, and comfortable being herself, Keira now found herself being the nervous, self-conscious one. Perhaps it was because before this she was in blissful ignorance of any deeper feelings Charlie may have for her. Sure, she had heard her friends joke about it but she never thought it was real. Charlie wasn’t one to be lusting after others, show any interest in dating or romance, something she and him had talked about before and bonded over since she felt similar, so why would he feel those feelings towards her? And yeah, maybe she did have certain feelings for him but she was too afraid to admit that to herself, let alone anyone else. Although she was pretty sure most of her friends, especially Penny and Rowan had already figured it out based on their comments and questions to her about it.

But as long as she believed there was no way he felt the same way, there was no chance of something more, she was free to be herself, no matter how ridiculous or embarrassing, and still got a very close and reliable friend who she cherished. Now suspecting he may actually have deeper feelings than friendship for her, which was just speculation still since he hadn’t ever actually said anything on the subject, Keira found herself suddenly hyperaware of her behavior, things she said, how she looked, his behavior, things he said, how he responded to things she said, how he looked at her – everything. And it was making her more self-conscious than she had ever been before, especially around him since he was the most accepting, understanding, and least judgmental person she knew. She just didn’t want to do or say anything to mess this up and lose someone so important to her.

They floated across the terrace floor slowly, gracefully, Keira quite impressed and surprised by Charlie’s dancing abilities. The entire time Charlie looked down at her warmly, unable to stop himself from smiling, and while Keira may have needed to occasionally coyly avert her gaze from his, she could not stop smiling either.

The waning moon cast its spotlight upon the dancing couple who moved together harmoniously under the velvet night sky with only the twinkling stars as their audience. The more they danced the more comfortable this felt, the more right it felt.

As the song neared its end, Keira peered up to meet Charlie’s steadfast gaze. Their eyes remained locked as they gradually slowed to a stop but neither made a move to part from the other. Instead, Charlie leaned down to close the small distance between them, his eyes falling half shut as he hesitantly brushed his lips against hers causing a spark to jolt through them both leaving a tingling sensation, a rush of anticipation as their hearts pounded in their chests.

When his lips met hers the first thought in Keira’s mind was how surprised she was by how soft they were. That thought was quickly followed by her utter disbelief and shock that Charlie Weasley had leaned down to kiss her – that he wanted to kiss anyone but especially her! Maybe she should have checked to make sure no one had drank a polyjuice potion and was parading around as him.

His hesitancy, though, spoke volumes.

This was new territory for both of them and until now he had appeared so confident in what he was doing. But now this – there was no turning back from this. Was he sure about his feelings? Was he sure about her feelings? Is this what they both wanted? Did she want this? What if him doing this ruined everything? He was unsure and nervous about making a mistake, which was valid. Neither of them wanted to lose their close friend. But his uncertainty only made her more certain that this was right, confirmed for her how much this meant to both of them. Suddenly she wasn’t afraid any longer of all the what-ifs. This is what they both wanted. This was right. And they would be fine.

Keira smirked slightly against his lips before leaning up to meet him in a silent effort to put his insecurities to rest, her eyes falling shut as she allowed herself to give into the moment. Her gesture provided Charlie with the reassurance he needed. Once he felt the enticing sensation of her lips on his, his eyes fell shut as he felt free to give into his emotions. He kissed her gently at first, both taking their time to slowly enjoy this moment and the awakening and intensity of new feelings and sensations with each other before his arm around her waist tightened and his hand grasping hers moved to hold the side of her face as their kiss grew deeper and more passionate.

Under the night sky they remained wrapped in each other’s embrace, taking a chance on expressing their long hidden feelings for one another. Once again time seemed to still and everything around them faded away until all that existed to the couple were each other and the moon and stars that shone down upon them, preserving this intimate and pivotal moment they designed.

The night sky was suddenly illuminated by countless fireworks set off from the opposite end of the balcony surrounding the Great Hall. Tonks and Tulip promised a grand finale. But neither Charlie nor Keira seemed to even notice them, lost in each other.

Keira lay on the couch in the Slytherin Common Room, staring up at the ceiling with a dreamy look and blissful grin on her face. She knew it was there and probably made her look insane or worse, love-struck, but she couldn’t stop smiling.

“Come on, Keira!” She suddenly felt herself being pulled up off the couch by Rowan who apparently had her inner dancing spirit awakened. The two girls laughed and danced around the Common Room, twirling in their dresses they refused to take off even though the ball had ended hours ago.

“Woo, dance party,” Barnaby cried before literally jumping in to join them. The Slytherin trio laughed as they danced around before Barnaby seemed to suddenly remember something. “Oh yeah, I’m supposed to give you this.”

Barnaby handed Keira an envelope and while she stepped aside to open it, Barnaby and Rowan continued their lively dancing. She studied the plain envelope curiously before opening it and pulling out its contents.

She stared at what she held in her hand in shock.

The picture the envelope bestowed showed her and Charlie on the balcony in the midst of their first kiss under the waning gibbous moon, twinkling stars, and fireworks that shot up in a spectacular explosion in the sky around them. She turned the picture over to see the date written on the back along with a message which caused an eerie chill to creep throughout her body as she nervously looked around the room.

‘I know everything that happens at Hogwarts’ ♥ Penny

Merde – Shit

J’en ai ras le cul – I have fucking had it (with stairs)

Eejit – Idiot

I think it’s safe to say we all know, or can at least figure out, the British slang words (I hope I used them correctly or else how embarrassing!)

A/N: Could I have ended it with them kissing under the night sky on the balcony? Sure. But then this idea popped into my head and I thought it was funny. You can pretend it ends with the romantic scene.(I’m still not perfectly happening with the ending scene of them kissing but I can’t keep obsessing over it and tweaking little things here and there throughout the story, I need to just post it and be done! Also still kind of wish it had a better title but whatever - ugh the perfectionist in me!)

I didn’t write this all in one sitting so hopefully it flows, and again it has been so long since I’ve written something like this but I enjoyed doing it. I know I can tend to ramble and be over detailed and I do love my commas but that’s just me being excited to write this kind of stuff again. Sorry it ended up so much longer than anticipated! I also know I could have just focused on the relationship with Charlie but I love the relationship with the whole gang and wanted to highlight that as well. Oh, and the Rowan and Diego thing – I see one screenshot of them talking/close to each other in DADA and now I kind of ship it? I don’t know…Barnaby could have possibly gone with Liz, I don’t really know her but they both love magical creatures and she is rather socially awkward so I could see her asking him to the dance without him realizing =p Or it was some other girl. Shout out to all the Addison’s out there! I kept seeing this name in reference to the game and thought ‘well this is a popular name I should use it.’

As mentioned before the reference to Charlie realizing his feelings and falling asleep together while studying may be another fic I write as well as a sort of aftermath of the ball where they make it official. I also have some other one shot ideas or headcanons I’ve mentioned in others posts I may actually write out as well (e.g. Keira getting a concussion during a Quidditch match and being caught by Charlie, Keira and Barnaby accidentally knocking a ball into the Potions classroom). I don’t know if anyone would be interested but might be something I do. I am really happy to be getting back into creative writing.

Let me know if you are interested; I noticed some people tag others to keep them updated on their fics and if you’d like that let me know! And if you have any prompt ideas or collab ideas or anything let me know too! I would just really like to connect to others, maybe even make friendships - how crazy would that be =p

~ Hope you enjoyed =)

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The Summer Fling (Chapter 5) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Doug’s 2015 Nissan Sentra”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: this chapter will be the death of me. I’m sorry it’s so long. it’s mostly just spacing for song lyrics and text messages.

Additional Note: Songs played, in conjunction with reading if you’re fancy. True Care. 

Cavalier. 

I Lie Awake Every Night.

Summary: Julia O’Brien throws a party at invites you,  but not before Dylan had already done the same or something.. Idk, just read it. It’s good. 

Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six

"Why are you being weird?"

"I"m not being weird. What am I doing right now that is me being weird?" You looked back at Sarah, your best friend and Julia O'Brien's college roommate.

"That is like the fifth time you've checked your makeup in the mirror." Sarah said with a grin.

"No, it's not." You rolled your eyes, and pushed the visor back up against the roof of the car.

"David, she's looked like five times, right?!" Sarah said, her words slurring slightly as she had pre-gamed at your house before leaving while you were getting ready.

You glanced over at your Uber driver and he contorted his face. "It's Doug, for the third time... and yea, you kind of have checked a lot."

"Who's supposed to be at this party that has you being so weird? Is Mike gonna be there?"

"I fucking hope not." You looked horrified and disgusted at the thought of your ex showing up at the same place as you that night. You turned around and looked at your drunk best friend. "You're drunk and I'm not being weird but now you're making me feel weird and you're gonna give me an anxiety attack and I'm gonna make Doug turn around and drive me home and then-"

"OKAY. I'm sorry. You're not being weird. Just please stop. You're killing my buzz."

You grinned at Doug. You knew that would get Sarah off your case. She always felt guilty when you were on the verge of an anxiety attack.

It was Friday night on the east end of Long Island and it seemed like all of the city dwellers had made there way out of Manhattan to attend Julia's party. You looked around the expansive living room of the large beach house that Julia and her friends were renting for the summer, scanning for Dylan but not seeing any sign of him. You thought about texting him to see if he was around but your thought was squashed the moment you heard your name. You threw your phone in your purse, and heard it clink against the extra bottle of rosé that you had inside, laying on top of Dylan's t-shirt. You glanced down to make sure it didn't break and spill, which it hadn't, and then felt a pair of arms wrap around your neck.

"I'm so glad you're both here, and you brought rosé!" Julia yelled over the loud music.

"I brought you a bottle because I wasn't expecting it to be this kind of party but.. yea, I brought you one." You smiled and handed her the Wölffer's Estate rosé bottle in your hand and her eyes widened, and she hugged you again to thank you.

"Yea, it wasn't necessarily supposed to be this kind of party, at least not this many people, but Collette ran into these townies on the train or something and invited them and like one of them sent out a mass-text saying Dylan was here and this place just got really packed. So, I'm drinking to not worry about it until tomorrow when we have to clean." Julia put her best fake grin on her face and you laughed.

"Why don't you just throw them all out?" You asked, handing Sarah your other bottle, from your bag, to open and pour.

"It'd be too much trouble to do that at this point and I just don't really care. Plus some of the girls are really cute, so....." Julia grinned more genuinely this time, and then tilted her head to the side, as she took a sip out of her wine glass. "I just feel bad for Dyldawg. I saw him duck out onto the deck upstairs a little while ago to get away from the crowd but I'm sure someone has found him and is begging for a selfie by now." You contorted your mouth to the side and thought of excuses that would allow you to slip upstairs, but Julia excused herself first to go hit on a girl in high waisted jean shorts and a crop top.

"Shot first, rosé after." Sarah handed you a red Solo cup with at least two shots of tequila in it and held her own Solo cup up to cheers. You rolled your eyes and clinked your plastic cups and then threw back the shots. They burned down your throat and you washed them down with the rosé in your glass. "Come on, boo, you have gotta catch up. I am not letting you flirt with any of these cute boys until you let me refill your glass."

"Why are you trying to get me to vomit tonight? What is wrong with you?" You shook your head and laughed at your best friend.

"I'm just trying to get you some dick, because I love you and you have that fucking beach house to yourself for just one more night; your dad comes home tomorrow night, and if you don't get your shit taken care of before he does, I'm gonna kill you for being wasteful." Sarah was blunt and hilarious and serious and always your corrupting force, ever since you met her on the first day of Freshman Year of high school.

Your snicker turned into full blown laughter, so loud that you had to put down your drink and cover your mouth just to stifle the noise. "Oh my god, Sare... You are out of fucking control."

"Drink, bitch." She handed you your glass back, waited for you to chug the mid-priced local wine, and then refilled your glass, fuller the second time.

Sarah got distracted by a cute guy and ran off, giving you the perfect getaway to go find Dylan. He was upstairs on the deck, exactly where Julia said he was, chainsmoking cigarettes, nervous to see you and anxious to be in such a big crowd of strangers. He had every intention of finishing his last cigarette, going back inside, taking a shower and changing his clothes to get the smell off of him before he saw you, but that was thirty minutes ago and in that time one of the townie girls had found him and was hitting on him and holding him hostage, while she bummed his last two smokes. He fidgeted uncomfortably and glanced down at his phone. It was 9:45 and there was just no way that if you were coming, that you weren't already there. Dylan typed a quick message and then looked back at the girl in front of him, and smiled softly and quickly, trying not to be rude.

Your heart sank when you saw Dylan out on the deck with a pretty girl who was clearly flirting with him. You saw him smile at her, through the window, and turned around, completely defeated. You headed back to your purse, which you had left in an empty room that you hoped was Julia's, and had every intention of calling Doug, the Uber driver, back to come bring you home. You picked up your phone and saw you had two unread messages from Dylan. Your heart began to race. You opened them up to read.

Dylan O'Brien:  Did you ditch me?

Dylan O'Brien: If you're here, come up to the deck on the second floor in the back, and save me from this girl. Please.

The smile that overtook your face was huge, and you shoved your phone in the back pocket of your high waisted jeans. You pulled the sleeves of your shoulderless, powder blue crop top down on your arms and checked your hair in the mirror you had passed. You looked really good, and even if you didn't, the alcohol was sinking in and you felt good. You opened the door of the deck and contorted your face over the overwhelming smell of cigarette smoke that suddenly entered the house. Dylan's face lit up when he saw you.

"Oh my god, Dylan, thank god you're here, Julia has been looking everywhere for you. She needs you downstairs right now." You lied, feigning urgency.

Dylan turned to the girl in front of him and pursed his perfect pink lips. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It was so nice to meet you." He leaned down and hugged the girl briefly, then walked out after you, closing the door behind him. "Hi."

You looked up at him and blushed. "Hi."

"Come on, before someone else abducts me." Dylan grabbed your hand and led you downstairs to a backroom with a bar, that was less crowded, and filled with the aroma of weed. "What are you drinking?"

"Rosé because that's what your sister told Sarah and I to bring."

Dylan laughed and rolled his eyes. "Of course she did. I'm gonna stick with beer, but... here." He pulled a pink bottle out of the wine fridge and handed it to you. "And these." He grabbed two plastic bottles of water in between his long fingers, and grabbed your wrist again, pulling you behind him.

"STILES?!" A girl screamed from across the room.

"Nope!" He yelled back with a grin and began walking faster out of the room and back up the stairs. You laughed at his dry sense of humor and followed him down a hall to a room that had all it's lights out. He flipped the switch next to the door and the lights came on, revealing a medium sized bedroom with a queen sized bed in the middle covered in blue sheets that were disheveled. He locked the door behind him and turned to you, putting his hand out to gesture to the room. "Mi casa.. mi verano casa."

"Your summer house?" You asked, assuming that's what 'verano' meant. Dylan nodded with a smile and you laughed. "So thanks for the bottle but uh..."

"Oh fuck. Oh shit, okay, if I'm not back in one minute, send out the search parties." Dylan joked, as he walked back towards the door.

"Wait!" You laughed at his joke. "Wait, I left my purse in Julia's room, and I have a swiss army knife in it, that has a corkscrew. I'll be right back."

Dylan licked his lips and nodded. "I'm gonna hop in the shower and change really quick to get the smoke.. yea. I'll be right back out." Dylan grabbed a change of clothes he already had waiting off of his dresser, walked backwards, a blush covering his cheeks, towards a door to the left of the bed, and flicked on the light, revealing an attached bathroom.

You walked around Dylan's room, looking at the few personal items he had out, drinking straight from the large wine bottle since Dylan neglected to get you a glass. You were feeling well past tipsy at that point, but you were so nervous to be in a bedroom with Dylan O'Brien that you just kept sipping.

"So, Dyl, huh?"

You turned around and saw Dylan in a black t-shirt and gray slacks, rubbing a towel through his perfect chocolate brown hair. He was holding up his phone and had a huge grin on his lips. You blushed furiously, and watched him pop open his beer bottle, on the counter in the bathroom, before shutting off the light behind him. "Too soon for nicknames?"

Dylan walked closer to you, only to see you walk passed him, over to the bed, and sit down at the foot. He smiled and shook his head, also clearly a little drunk himself. "Nah.. no... I liked it." He took a large sip of his beer and sat down next to you on the bed. "I realized last night that I never asked how your head was doing."

"My head?" You had completely and totally forgotten about how you had slammed your head against the sidewalk in East Hampton two days before and how that was the catalyst for you and Dylan to end up seeing each other three days in a row.

Dylan chuckled. "So long-term memory loss. That's good... Your head, silly." He carefully ran his fingers up to the back of your head and searched under your hair for where the bump still just barely was.

"Oh, my head..." You reached your fingers back instinctively, touching his as you did, and you both pulled away. "I feel fine. Doesn't hurt anymore, clearly." You smiled and stared down at the bottle in your hand.

"Good." You got up, took another big swig of the wine and then placed it on Dylan's dresser, throwing a few tissues under it to absorb the condensation so that a ring wouldn't form on the wood. "Thank you for saving me from that girl.. She was, no joke, talking to me about her nipple piercings, and I was so uncomfortable. My fans are getting older and they're getting weird." Dylan laughed, taking a sip of his beer, and then laying back on the bed, his beer resting on his toned stomach and his feet still touching the plush, white carpet underneath them. "Fuck, I hate this song." Dylan complained as Despacito began to lightly play through the door from downstairs.

"Not a Belieber?" You teased, still leaning against the dresser, watching him.

Dylan shook his head and reached into his pocket. He opened his phone and then sighed. "Shit, and I just got a new phone and haven't put any of my music on it yet. Guess I've gotta crack out the laptop."

"I have music on my phone..." You intervened.

"There's a dock right there." Dylan pointed behind you on the dresser, and you latched your phone in it.

"What do you want to listen to?" You asked.

"Something.. completely opposite of this. Something chill, if you have it." Dylan needed something other than the beer to calm his nerves back down.

"I have that." You smiled, then pressed play.

The soft mumblings of the man singing began to lightly drown out Justin Bieber fumbling the Spanish language downstairs. "Do you want to go back downstairs?" Dylan asked you.

"No, why? Do you?"

Dylan shook his head quickly, sitting up slightly to look at you. "You're just... you're all the way over there..." Dylan sat up fully, a slow blush rising to his cheeks. He took another sip of his beer, then placed it on the ground next to the bed.

"Sorry, just.." You didn't want to tell him that your nerves were electrified and you were nervous about what the fuck was going on between the two of you, and what could happen if you sat down next to him on his bed. You sat down next to him anyway. "Better?"

Dylan leaned forward and smiled. "Yea." He watched you assume his former position, laying down on the bed with one hand at the side of your thigh, and the other folded across your stomach. He decided to lay down again too in the same position. His free hand sat electrifyingly close to yours on top of the blue duvet cover, which he had straightened out slightly while you picked music. "So who is this?" Dylan asked as the music picked up suddenly and drowned out all the noises from the party below.

"True care. What does that even mean? I need true care. When I was 17, yea, true care. How do you even show true care? When I was 23 years old, you show me true care then. When you showed up to a house where I was drinking by myself.."

"James Vincent McMorrow.. He's an Irish singer/songwriter that I've been listening to for years." You had played him for a reason. He tended to lean towards the bluesier, sexier side of the musical spectrum and you were drunkenly trying to create a mood. "I saw him live in November of last year and he was phenomenal. This stuff is all new though."

"Im uncomfortable, with being so uncomfortable. You let me be unreasonable with everyone. Show me true care. True care. True Care."

Dylan smiled because you were smiling and closing your eyes and listening to someone you were clearly passionate about."He's good. This was kind of exactly the kind of music I had in mind actually..."

"Then my job is done." You playfully lifted your hands in the air, as if you were washing your hands with the rest of life's responsibilities, before dropping them back down to their original position.

"Is this generally the kind of music you listen to?" Dylan asked, turning his head to look at you, while you stared at the ceiling, softly snaking your head back and forth against the bed to the rhythm of the song, before it changed. He smiled at your subtle action and glanced down at your hand. He inched his closer, mere centimeters separating the two.

You didn't notice any of what he was doing. "I guess. Anything kind of jazzy or bluesy in the undertones, I'm in love with. But I also listen to a little of everything. Like, last year I saw him, and Alabama Shakes, and other people, I can't remember." You laughed, and continued speaking. "This year, I'll see John Mayer and then The National and Solange Knowles and The Head and The Heart and, like, two weeks ago? I saw The Weeknd in Brookyln."

Dylan cut you off. "Oh I love him; he's so good. I had Can't Feel My Face stuck in my head, like, literally all during filming of 6A of Teen Wolf." Dylan laughed, remembering all the times he and Posey would fuck up scenes and start singing and dancing to that song together. "How was he live?"

"So fucking dope. He puts on a really good show. He opened with Starboy and that pretty much set the tone for the rest of the show."

"That's so cool. I don't see enough concerts. I like this guy though. You'll have to remind me about him tomorrow when I'm not drinking." Dylan said and you laughed, causing a massive smile to spread across his face and him to laugh with you.

"Well it's a bummer you like him now and not last week or I would've taken you to see him in Brooklyn." You said, not even realizing what you were saying.

"He was just here?" Dylan asked, looking over at you again.

You nodded, with your eyes closed and a smile on your face. "Yea, on the 15th."

"Did you see him again?"

"Nope. No one to go with me."

"Speak until the dust settles in the same specific place light refused to go. Drink it from the cast and iron plate instead of cold milk was offered unripe."

Dylan watched you mouth the lyrics to the soft, piano based music that began to sound even more etherial. He glanced down at your fingers and took the plunge, intertwining his with yours just as the music picked up slightly. "I would've gone with you."

"I remember how cloth hung, flexing with the forest clung; half waist and high raised arms, kicking at the slightest form. I remember my first love. I remember my first love."

You turned your head, a soft smile resting on your lips, as you opened your eyes to stare into Dylan's vibrant golden-brown eyes. He smiled back as he felt you relax your fingers further against his. He licked his lips softly and rolled them back into his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but was too nervous to. He laid next to you on the bed, staring into your eyes for a few more moments before he finally spoke.

"Can I kiss you?"

You nodded slowly, and watched him lean in across the short distance on the bed. Your eyes fluttered shut when his did and you felt his wet and soft lips make contact with yours hesitantly. His breath smelled like a mix of fresh mint toothpaste and hoppy beer, but it worked. 

He simply pressed his lips against yours first. Then he pulled back. He turned onto his side and gently snaked his long fingers across the side of your neck, and leaned back in for a second kiss. He pressed his lips against yours again more confidently. Then he lightly pulled at your bottom lip between his. Your free hand found his bicep and held his muscles firmly; the very tips of your fingers tucking under the sleeve of his shirt.

Your lips traded dominance with ease; his occasionally tucking your top one between his, and your lips occasionally sucking softly against his bottom one. Your heart raced as his hand moved from your neck to your back, finding the bit of skin between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your jeans that was exposed, and pressing his fingers against it. Every inch of your skin was soft and warm and Dylan was enjoying every last bit he was allowing himself to come into contact with.

"You'll never learn. You'll never learn how much I want to burn. I want to burn. That's the way I like it. I like it. I like all of you. Ever since-"

Your phone stopped playing music and you glanced up. You saw Julia's face pop up on your lock screen, as she called you. You got up, and were suddenly stopped in your tracks by someone tugging on your hand. You looked back and saw Dylan sitting up, his fingers still intertwined with yours. His lips were pinker than usual and his hair was a little disheveled.

"Don't answer it. They don't know where we are and my door is locked." Dylan begged quietly, pulling you back to him and the bed, to stand in between his legs. Your free hand met his free hand and you laced those fingers together as well. The music picked up again as the two of you goofily smiled at each other.

"I've been able. Ever since there've been weeds growing in my mind, like a scene for the weekend. I descend into weakness. I'd stop the clock, but there's some things I can't contr-"

The music cut out a second time, and Julia's face appeared on your phone again. "I have to answer it, something might be wrong." Dylan nodded and let go of your hands, watched you walk over to his dresser and answer your phone.

"Julia?" You smiled back at him, and then your smile began to fade. "WHAT? Oh my god, I'll be right there. I'm calling a cab right now."

Dylan looked alarmed, as you shoved your phone in your pocket, and looked for your purse. "What happened?"

"Julia thinks that someone roofied Sarah, I have to figure out if I have to take her to the hospital or just get her back to my place." Your voice was frantic.

"Fuck... fuck. Okay. Um, I'll walk down with you." He grabbed a pair of socks from his drawer and pulled them on his feet.

You reached into your bag to pull out his shirt, and handed it to him. "Thanks." Dylan contorted his face to the side. This was not how he was hoping all of this would go.

The two of you found Julia and Collette holding up Sarah by the front porch. "Jesus christ, I can't believe this happened."

"I know. Dyl, we need to break up this party." Julia looked up at her little brother.

"I called non-emergent services, and they said as long as she's safe and I get her water, she doesn't need to go to the emergency room and she can just go home and sleep it off at my place." You said as the taxi pulled up in front of the house and you watched Julia and Collette load Sarah into the back. You glanced up at Dylan, who pulled out his wallet, and began pulling out twenties. He handed them to you and watched you shake your head. "Dylan, I can just put it on my card or something."

He smiled and shook his head, then dipped it towards the open passenger window and handed the money to the cab driver. He looked over at his sister and her roommate and saw that they were still pre-occupied with getting Sarah situated. "Text me when you get home so I know you're both safe?" You nodded, and Dylan snuck a kiss onto your cheek, snaking his fingers against yours again. You smiled and stared up into his eyes. "Goodnight."

"Night, Dyl."

You:  just got home and got Sarah into bed. did you break the party up?

Dylan O'Brien:  Thank god, and yeah. Just laying in bed now...

Dylan O'Brien: I wish you were still here.

You watched the typing bubble float on the screen for an agonizing minute before another message appeared.

Dylan O'Brien:  I just wanted to keep kissing you and talking to you, honestly... Can I come over tomorrow and talk to you?

You:  :)

You:  i wanted to keep kissing you. i really didn't want to leave..

You:  but actually, i am leaving tomorrow..

Dylan's heart sunk into his stomach as he stared at those words on his screen. He pressed his fingers against the keyboard of his iPhone once more.

Dylan O'Brien:  Oh.. Where are you going?

You:  i swear this isn't because of tonight. i just didn't have a chance to tell you because of Sarah. i have to drive out to JFK to pick up my Dad and his girlfriend and then I literally get on a flight to Kansas City to see my mom for the Fourth of July.

Dylan O'Brien:  When do you get back?

You:  the 7th, in the afternoon

The typing bubble appeared and disappeared several times before another text came through.

Dylan O'Brien:  Can I call you when you're gone?

You: that would make me really happy :)

Dylan O'Brien:  Alright, well, I'll talk to you then.. then... hahaha :)

You: i'll text you when I get up. let you know how Sarah is...

Dylan O'Brien:  Sweet dreams, Y'n. I had the best time with you tonight.

You felt a massive amount of butterflies fill your stomach, and you pressed your phone against your chest.

You:  night, Dyl. i had the best time with you.

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World War III

1. I said "there's a remote" at least 10 times because I'm not a control freak but I'm also not trusting either. So i know i put an alternative to a satellite on land and I know I put a remote in case who we trusted didn't use the missle.

Now she remembers how i told her to turn the MISSLE on and off because i expected people to trust me and allow me to speak and not tell me im too stupid to not create a remote for a missle on NORTH KOREA when i lived in NEW MEXICO, USA.

Im not gonna say how. But there was also clue words this week to help her remember. But okay

2. So instead of saving the world, the world learned How to save itself. And that's better.

Our last war. And the whole world joined in. We are now completing WWIII. The best war ever!!!! That we finally are winning. The First World War that every country joined to fight and protect the world. 🌎 it was a real world war not a prissy fit over having the most money or the kings and queens (gods and goddesses) in the world.

3. The remote. I gave to the one person in the world that i knew for a fact that would kill her clone sister. No description no nothing. An active missle and it would be done 100%

4. The remote had no labels. I requested that it just look like an old hearing aid type device which i was told it was but was really a listening device we had in the cup above our sofa in NYC. But i didn't live with my parents and I didn't speak to my Uncle unless it was about is son or something wrong with the living conditions. I got my parents and neighborhood involved. I knew the consequences. So i never spoke about my days or nights and what i done in secret except on walks wirh our mouths covered or turn around and point at something random or look at the ground with our hair covering our faces, we coded/hid everything my friends and i did and even said.

4. She tested the first button then called North Korea to see what happened. The satellite had a little door which was unimportant. But it would indicate the sare was off. She was trying to figure out the turn on code which would been simple enough in a frustrated move.

5. As it was North Korea was invaded by Trump. 20 minutes into her struggle. So Kim Jong-Un unplugged it as per his instructions.

6. She understood the invasion but we needed the missle more than ever. So she tried to get him to turn it on. He refused because the satellite door closed. So they thought it was Broke. No. Its a dam on and off switch. Look its on!! look its off! SIMPLE look out the window!!

7. He wouldn't turn on the missle which would then turn on both the missle and satellite by default. SIMPLE.

8. She couldn't figure out the remote! They said it didn't exist! And no one would tell me what was going on. And the remote wouldn't plug in a missle launcher!! Im fucking sorry world!! 🌎

9. She had no instructions and no labels. She was to tell Kimmy she was experimenting. So he could tell her how to label it if she felt it was safe. With a number system only she remembered. But he wouldn't answer the phone because he got a new phone number for the missle room. She didn't know -- it just rang and rang. By the time she figured it was safe enough to interrupt the missle Trump invaded and Kimmy went to the bunker!!

10. She just tonight hit the button that notifies him what is happening to the machine which she hadn't had a chance to do before he unplugged it.

11. Everyone thought the priority was to fix the unbroken satellite. While holding hostage the Trump invader.

12. I can protect Ethan with falling planes that I wreck into with a Chinook i use my palms to propel on the dash board. I can run a war from a bedroom with nothing but my heart and soul and heal millions of dead. BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOCK DOWN A MISSLE LAUNCHER INTO REMOTE MODE to go out for tea OR TELL IF A SATELLITE IS NOT BROKE. that is what i was told multiple times. And not by North Korea. My own fucking team that has studied every fucking thing I've done and seen i make Plans A - D just to walk myself to the bathroom. And assures me in the midst of a war that i am being throughly researched so we win. "Go get 'em champ!"

13. So last night i found William still working on the fucking satellite who said the piece was being made and it was 10 fucking days. For an on and off switch that was cosmetic and the actual switch was 1 foot inside the satellite in a bullet proof box that could never break. And hes begging to doubt anyone was actually making it.

14. This is bullsjit i said. Its not even fucking broken. I'm having a fit. Look at this fucking shit and i magnet in 18 satellites. "Get what you want" scream at one guy inside an old 1980s one i called Direct TV because it had a 2 way camera on it. So I use part of his to make a bullet shooter because this shit... Was on my last nerve. And i shoot EVERY GODDAM thing i can't see.

15. People from other people were calling the International Space Station asking "does she have a problem today?"

16. Yes And every galaxy was losing their evil. Cause Fuck i needed help so did they.

17. William finally finished not fixing the satellite and I propped open the button to turn it into a two seater. And we went to find out who i killed in the International Space Station. 45. So the 2/3 unhappy due to 10% were happy we found.

18. Truth or Consequences would take 5 and a half minutes to complete. Now it takes 6 and a half seconds. William sped it up. And set it to the core.

19. My GPS range is only 105 miles. Now 102.

World War III is almost over. It will be over -- should be -- by the time that the last time zone enters 2020.

Its been Hell.

We can all see that while us world leaders and I the smartest and bravest of any galaxy can still be overtaken by one troll.

Which is why we must always remember to work together.

My plans had no flaws. It was prepared for absolutely everything.

20. Even air war. The planes were all bullet proof and battle proof except the Pilot Windows. I designed the eQ2 fleet. Convinced her that they would open the windows like WWII planes for fun and should. Because nothing in the world would be better so don't waste money on extra bullet proofing. We gained one jelly filled body, only lost one good one arm and one jelly filled body (due to water and Tree healing) and millions of evil and clones. And I also used those planes to protect Ethan as they crashed and William protected Logan's twin today as i was busy.

21. I also designed the Chinook since 1998 in 2008 i made upgrades.

World War Three was a success for Planet Earth, Saturn, Neptune, Uranus, Jupiter, San Frensesno, and Pluto plus many more including Mars and Venus.

And it was only fought on Earth all others remained Peaceful.

And each planet saw how to protect their planet so now in the future they can be as protected as us. I asked them not to intervene as i don't know their planets. Except in dire emergency. They didn't. So we did a fucking good job.

22. Pluto we designed War assistance together so we knew them. Since 1994 they have been here to protect us. That is why it became uncategorized as a planet.

So Happy New Year. I'm sorry NYC I missed it once again. It's only 10 pm here

Im down to 98 miles.

What have I said?

Our plan of defense and protection failed.

We continued to defend as we were attacked and successfully protected.

...

We failed at working together. So we got more people to help us. And when that was scary, we called Pluto and gave them the honor they deserve. And they loved it.

So ask for help.

"Hey babe help me with the dishes" and talk about your day you'll probably end up in giggles if you talk about me.

"Hey babe. Finish reading that paperwork I was sent on missiles will you" and you may just end up saving the world.

"Hey doofus, remind me every once in a while that you died in 1998. That would help me a whole lot to figure shit out on my own and beat amnesia because i been beat in the head too much" and you may Just never know to fucking say that!!! So don't let your soulmate trick you into saying something stupid!

So ask for help when you know you need it.

The world knew how much they wanted to help. Did y'all know how much we needed it? In the end... We really didn't. But the world needed to help. And we needed to help them. Us.

My Twin Brother doesn't drive 362 mph on training days because we like to take the slow lane.

We wanted every one to be happy and safe as fast as possible.

That was a downfall as soon as Gary Trump found out how to regrow the penis I shot off in 1984 on purpose, cause he is a pervert. He thought he could finish taking over the world with his greed.

And what happened class?

He began to. And we dominated him. We would gotten to the satellite and we would still fought the way we had even if he was still alive. But the healing and damage would been much greater.

We could have handled it easy. We had mild shit. Y'all if I25 had air war which did until I announced no GPS or lights and the neighborhood commander retreated and admitted defeat and announced surreandered.

I could had had the planes fall to protect y'all. And still had time for Wichita Texas with brothers Ethan, Logan and Ezekiel.

I pulled William and Matt out for their sakes. They needed a break, anyway. It wasn't punishment it was to protect them as they were targets. Sure its easy to heal but come on. Why for when your mom and dad are here for the first time in thirty years? Don't go to work. It's safer and healthier on Earth... Or was supposed to be for William.

Yet a bad thing worked fine in the end.

Because we all began caring in ways we hadn't before or in a long time.

For the first time Mr McNabb lost a child. Before he never had the loss his children did when he was taken in as a hostage then human trafficking victim. So he finally learned the sadness his children felt all their lives when thinking about their parents. The craziness he thought he saw was actually beauty of the mind and heart working together not to just survive but help others as well and to help them heal. And now he sees his sons not only as fierce fearless warriors but also as healers that are gentle and kind. And he can recognize the sadness and fear he kept hidden all these years. And finally let it go.

Tonight if you have Pluto with you. I am on the west mesa near the Belen airport.

Up here your loved one will stay the longest.

If you are evil. Your last moments can be spent here and may be finally for once your greedy heart can begin to grow. Much like the Grinch and you have a chance to save your soul

I am the only Jesus you will ever know.

I am at 70 miles range now. At 1050 pm

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