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philophobia - a marauders x oc fanfic

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hi!! okay first off thanks for reading..this is my first ever published anything. I've been writing for a year or two now but haven't really had the confidence to share my writing.

anyways this is a Marauders fanfic with an OC, i tried my best to follow the Marauders timeline, but with limited information, it was kinda hard..if you have any suggestions lmk!!

Chapter One

September 2nd, 1976 - First Day of Classes

The air was cold that morning and grey clouds covered the sky, a normal day in the Scottish highlands. Nephara never woke up early, she liked to sleep in, but the anxiety about the first day of classes had practically pulled her out of bed. She walked around her dorm, hoping to avoid waking her other roommates. They snored and murmured in their sleep, and Nephara tried her best not to giggle at the noises. She made her way over to her trunk and rifled through it, pulling out her uniform and some socks. Lily Evans often pestered her about being untidy and unorganized, but Nephara never truly cared enough to change her ways. She waved her wand around and levitated her books into a small book bag, as she shimmed into her uniform. She admired herself in the mirror as she quickly tied her red and gold, Gryffindor tie.

Being sorted into Gryffindor as a child from a prestigious pure-blood family was nearly unheard of. Until both Nephara Castiel and Sirius Black became Gryffindors in their first year, to say Nephara's father was not happy with this outcome, was quite an understatement. He sent her a howler the next day going on and on about how she brought dishonor to her family name. She and Sirius just laughed the whole time.

Sirius Black grew up alongside all the other pure-blood children, including Nephara. They spent the most of their childhoods learning how to become proper pure-bloods. Endless were the days of cotillion and ballroom dancing, both of which Nephara hated. Sirius quite enjoyed the dancing, mostly so he could show off to the other children. After a brief encounter in which Sirius had attempted to jinx Nephara, the two became inseparable. Of course, they were both the targets of each other’s never-ending pranks. After getting sorted into Gryffindor the pair met James Potter, another avid prankster. Slowly, but surely the trio became closer and after some time the trio became a quintet. With Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin joining their prankster ways the group was unstoppable.

It was now 6th year, and the group was still as close as ever. Nephara eventually made friends with some of the Gryffindor girls, including Lily Evans. James went absolutely mental when they saw the pair hanging out and accused Nephara of stealing his ‘Lilyflower’. Both Lily and Nephara found this rather amusing and continued to hang out just to tease James.

“Neph, what are you doing up?” A half-asleep Lily sounded from her bed.

“Getting ready,” Nephara whispered as she finished her makeup. Lily mumbled something about it being too early and then fell back asleep. Neph chuckled and quietly made her way out of their dorm. There was nothing she loved more than the Gryffindor common room. Its warm and cozy ambiance was a stark difference from the cold and dark feeling of where she grew up. She walked down the stairs from the girl's dormitory and into the common room to find a rather excited James Potter sitting on the couch with his quidditch gear on.

“Bloody hell, Prongs why are you up so early?” Neph said as she walked over to the boy. James turned to her with a cheeky grin on his face, his glasses slightly foggy.

“First day of school, first day of quidditch practice, pup!” Nephara rolled her eyes, she wasn’t an animagi like the rest of the boys, but they insisted on giving her a nickname all the while. Of course, Sirius was the one who came up with ‘pup’ as he wanted her nickname to be similar to his.

“Is Sirius up yet?” She said trying to change the subject off of quidditch, knowing James could go on and on about it. James shrugged.

“Not sure, he was asleep when I got up but that was about an hour ago.” James stood up and stretched.

“You’ve been up for an hour? It’s only six!” Neph looked at him with a curious look, although she should be used to this by now. James was always a morning person and always will be. He chuckled softly, brushing a hand through his messy dark curls.

“Quidditch, Neph! Quidditch!”

“Yeah, I know.” She rolled her eyes with a huff. “I’ll go get Pads then, he’s supposed to be practicing with you right?”

“Yeah, tell him I’ll be at the pitch waiting,” James said. Nephara nodded and said her goodbyes as James left the common room. With a brisk yawn, Neph started climbing the flight of stairs that led to the boy's dormitory. She knocked on the Maruader's dorm, patiently waiting for a response. After a few seconds, she pulled out her wand, focused it on the door handle, and whispered, “Alohomora.” The lock clicked and she opened the door with ease.

If Lily Evans got ruffled at Nephara’s mess, she would have a heart attack walking into the boy’s dorm. Clothes were strewn across the floor, along with books, parchment, and candy wrappers. Nephara rolled her eyes at the mess and carefully avoided stepping on dirty knickers. From the bathroom, she heard the shower running and assumed it was Remus. He and James were the only ones out of the group who were productive in the morning. She made her way over to Sirius’ bed where he slept soundly. His longer black hair was tousled and he was spread out over the bed. She laughed softly and then swiftly cast a spell.

“Aguamenti.” She said with a flick of her wand. Water poured out and onto the sleeping body of Sirius Black. He screamed and shot up out of bed, causing Peter to stir in his own bed. Sirius’ eyes flickered to the figure above him, who had a cheeky smirk across her face. “Morning, love.” She said with a wink.

“What the fuck, Neph!” Sirius said wiping water out of his eyes. Neph laughed and dried him with a drying spell.

“Prongs told me to come and wake you. You have quidditch practice.” She said walking over to his trunk, where she knew he kept his quidditch gear.

“You could have just shook me.” He said getting up from his bed. He walked over to Nephara and flicked her on the head.

“Oi! Now what fun would that be.” She smirked as she pulled out his quidditch gear. He smiled and grabbed it from her.

“Thanks, pup.” He said with his signature flirty smirk, Neph only rolled her eyes and went to sit back down on his bed as he changed. Nephara knew he was handsome. Every other student at this school knew that, too. She was sure he knew, as well. Hence the cocky ego and constant flirty remarks. But Neph couldn’t understand why watching him shirtless and putting on a Quidditch jersey had made her nervous. That thought got pushed from her head when the bathroom door creaked open and out walked a half-naked Remus Lupin.

Both Sirius’ and Neph’s eyes shot to the boy. Who wouldn’t when Remus walked out in only a towel by his waist, hair dripping wet, and fit as ever? Remus noticed the two staring and furrowed his brows.

“Everything alright?” He asked in his soft voice. After a moment of silence, Sirius laughed and spoke up.

“Moons you look fit,” Sirius smirked and looked over to Neph who just rolled her eyes. She was trying her best to avoid this conversation and whatever feelings get brought up with it. Remus chuckled and grabbed his uniform off his bed.

“Morning Nephie,” Remus said as he made eye contact with the girl. She smiled softly at his use of her nickname.

“Morning Rem,” Remus smiled and made his way back into the bathroom to change. After he left Sirius and Nephara shared a brief look and a laugh. “Does he usually walk out half-naked?” Neph asked as Sirius laced up his trainers. He shrugged.

“Sometimes. I always forget how fit he is,” He winked at Neph and tried to pull his hair up, unsuccessfully. She gestured for him to come over so she could do it. As she pulled his hair up, Sirius couldn’t help but feel relaxed as her hands ran through his hair. “Must be the werewolf in him.” She nodded and finished tying up his hair.

“You should get going, Prongs is waiting for you at the pitch.” Sirius nodded and headed out of the dorm. For a few moments, it was silent in the Marauders dorm. Nephara looked around and took in the feel of the room. She loved spending time up here with the boys, drinking, smoking, or planning pranks. Her eyes traveled to the walls which were covered in quidditch memorabilia and a few playboy posters. Sirius had put them up in third year after finding a stash of them in Filch’s office.

She almost thought she was alone in the room until Peter groaned and got up from his bed. He looked over at Nephara, slightly confused, and then relaxed realizing it was her.

“Morning Neph.” He said, his voice scratchy. Peter was the last one to join their little group. He was quiet when they first met him, and for a while followed Sirius around everywhere. After some work and lots of late-night talks, Peter warmed up to the group and became close with all of them. He often felt overshadowed by the rest of the Marauders as they were all loud and outgoing, but Nephara always reminded him that he was just as talented as they were.

“Morning, Pete.” She said with a soft grin. Remus once again walked out of the bathroom this time, fully clothed. He nodded towards Peter and then focused his attention on Nephara, who still sat on the edge of Sirius’ bed.

“Where’d Pads go?” He asked as he walked closer to the girl.

“Quidditch with James.” She said with a smirk. He chuckled and ruffled her hair. She blushed slightly as he ruffled her hair, she could never get over the butterflies she got when Remus was near her.

“Have another hour-long conversation about quidditch with Prongs?” His chocolate brown eyes stared into hers. She couldn’t help but feel like he was getting a glimpse into her soul.

“I was lucky today,” Nephara said getting up from the bed. He smiled and started walking towards the door of their dorm.

“Breakfast then?” Nephara nodded and from the corner of the room Peter mumbled ‘Wait for me.’

Breakfast at Hogwarts was always lovely. In fact, every meal at Hogwarts was lovely. Nephara’s eyes took in the great hall, still astounded by its size and magnificence six years later. Four long wooden tables stretched down the room, each table for a different house. Platters and platters of food sat in each table's center. Any dish imaginable was there waiting to be eaten. With Peter and Remus next to her, the trio walked over to the Gryffindor table, where Lily and Marlene sat. Nephara sat down next to Marlene stealing a piece of sausage off her plate as she did so.

“OI!” Marlene said as she swatted at Nephara’s hand, but it was too late the food was already in her mouth. Nephara laughed as Marlene flipped her off.

“Stop it both of you,” Lily grumbled as she watched all of it go down. “No stealing, Neph and Marlene no obscenities.” Marlene and Nephara shared a look and started laughing loudly. Lily simply rolled her eyes and turned her attention towards Peter and Remus.

“Morning Lily!” Peter squeaked as he helped himself to a serving of pancakes. Lily smiled and started talking to Peter about what classes they’d have that year. Remus remained silent just taking in the first day of school. He watched as Marlene and Nephara bickered over insignificant things, and as Peter kept eating pancake after pancake.

After a few minutes of peace, the Great Hall doors flew open, and in stepped James Potter and Sirius Black. The pair made their way over to where everyone sat at the Gryffindor table.

As soon as James saw Lily he screeched out a dreadful, “Lilyflower!” Lily groaned and grabbed Marlene by the hand pulling her up and out of the Great Hall. James sat down at the table with a pout and Sirius was just cackling behind him.

“I don’t understand why she doesn’t like me.” He sighed dramatically.

“Maybe because you scream at her,” Remus said with a small smirk on his face. The rest of the marauders laughed. James simply pouted more.

Sirius now sat on the left side of Neph opposite Remus. He threw an arm around her shoulder, as he usually did. Remus rolled his eyes and went back to reading The Daily Prophet. After eating some food, Sirius turned his attention to the girl next to him.

“What class you got next?” He asked Nephara.

“DADA, I think.” She shrugged. Nephara was past the point of caring about school anymore. After five years of hard work and the O.W.L.S. she decided she was done spending hours upon hours doing homework. Sirius groaned.

“Herbology,” He answered with a scoff, “As if I need to know about plants to become an Auror.” Nephara simply laughed at his dramatics.

“You and your hatred for nature.” She smirked. It’s not that Sirius didn’t like nature, he enjoyed spending time outside with his friends, but his only problem was nature didn’t like him. It wasn’t his fault every plant he seemed to touch, shirvelled up and died.

Remus chuckled at the interaction between the two. He was closest to Sirius and Nephara. They had always clicked for some reason or another. They often spent long nights in the astronomy tower smoking and talking. Nephara and Sirius were always there when Remus woke up in the hospital room after a full moon. They loved him, scars and all.

“Moony what class do you have next?” Sirius said while taking a sip from his orange juice.

“DADA with Nephie.” He grinned, knowing it would piss Sirius off.

“No fair.” Sirius groaned. “I can’t believe you guys get to spend time together, without me! While I’m wrist deep in the dirt.”

“Poor Sirius, no one ever gives him enough attention,” Nephara said full of sarcasm. Sirius just simply scoffed, while Remus was dying of laughter.

Breakfast ended and the group of Gryffindors split up and each went to their first class. Nephara and Remus had DADA with the Hufflepuffs. Sirius, Marlene, and Lily had herbology. James and Peter had Charms. Everyone seemed content with their first class of the day, excluding Sirius and his dramatics.

DADA was relatively easy for Neph and Remus. As usual, there was a new DADA teacher this year, and Professor Nightshade greeted her class with an air of authority. Remus and Neph took their seats in the back of the class. The pair pulled out their parchments and textbooks, one eager to learn and the other eager to go back to bed. The first classes of the year are always boring and filled with introductions, revisiting past lessons, and going over the materials for the semester. DADA finally finished and Remus and Nephara started the long trek to the Potions classroom.

Nephara never liked the dungeons, and as she walked through them she thought about how if she was placed in Slytherin her first year, she would walk these dungeons all day, every day. Remus noticed the uncomfortable demeanor right away, as he had a knack for picking up on people’s emotions.

“You okay, Nephie?” He asked softly as the two continued walking.

“It’s so sticky down here.” She shuddered, “Like there’s no fresh air, you know?” Remus nodded in agreement. He too found the dungeons stuffy and claustrophobic. Most students did, which is why the dungeon hallways were always empty. It was an eerie thing to walk through them at night, and both Gryffindors were thankful they never had to.

Sirius was already in the potions classroom flirting with some Ravenclaw when Remus and Nephara walked in. He gave the girl a quick wink and sauntered over to his two best friends. Nephara looked around the room with a scoff.

“I can’t believe we have potions with the Slytherins.” The boys nodded in agreement. It wasn’t that Nephara disliked Slytherins she was friends with a few. There were just a handful of Slytherins, namely the pure-blooded ones she grew up with, that irked her.

“If it isn’t Black and his little girlfriend.” A rather annoying voice spoke up from behind the trio. They all internally groaned as they turned around to be face-to-face with Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch Jr. After an incident involving Nephara being highly intoxicated and making out with Rosier's girlfriend at a party, the poor bloke never seemed to get over it. In turn, Evan was rather jealous and cruel anytime he saw her.

“What do you want, Rosier?” Sirius spat as if speaking his name left a horrible taste in his mouth. Seeing Nephara make out with Evan Rosier’s girlfriend had been a right shock to everyone, including Sirius Black. For awhile he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that his dear sweet Neph made out with someone. Remus hardly cared what Nephara did on her own time, but he too hated Rosier for his attempts to humiliate one of his best friends.

“Just wanted to see how the blood traitors were doing,” Evan said with a chuckle. Remus knew this would instantly set off Sirius and Nephara so he quickly grabbed them by the arms and pulled them away from the scene. A flurry of ‘Moons’ and ‘Rems’ came from the pair as they were being dragged away.

“Come on Moony why’d you go and have to do that?” Sirius said leaning up against a table, crossing his arms. Neph followed his stance.

“Yeah, Moons.” She said her eyebrows furrowed. Remus rolled his eyes, he was practically babysitting two children.

“Because you two would have hexed him and got detention.” He said firmly. Sirius and Nephara both scoffed, knowing he was right. He was always right.

September 2nd, 1976 - Potions

Potions had always been Nephara’s favorite subject, she enjoyed the long hours of meticulously chopping and stirring. Everything had to be perfect or the potion would fail, and she loved that. For a long time getting the highest marks in all her classes was her only sense of pride and fulfillment. Now though she seemed to have lost her spark for her education. Perhaps it was because she knew it was coming to an end or maybe she just didn’t care. The only exception to the complete lack of effort was potions.

She stood hunched over her brewing table, not paying attention to the lecture Professor Slughorn was in the middle of. Her thoughts lingered on this morning, the uneasiness she felt when Sirius or Remus got close to her. She thought her brain simply didn’t want to be friends with them anymore. Nephara had always struggled with relationships. Of course, now she had close friends, but it didn’t always used to be that way.

Growing up in a household with emotionally absent parents, made her not understand the depth of her feelings and the intimacy one can have with other people. In primary school she watched the other children play games at recess. She watched as they became friends, as they grew close. She truly never understood why anyone would want that, in her developing mind she believed that she was the only person she could rely on.

Her eyes glanced over to Sirius who was playing with his quill. He was focused on it as he twirled it between his fingers. His fingers were adorned with many rings, most from Nephara. Her mind drifted toward the start of her relationship with Sirius. When they first met at a pure-blood event, one Nephara did not care enough to remember, she had hated him. He was loud, pompous, and just annoying. He would often play tricks on other kids, small jinxes here and there. He never dared prank Nephara though, he and all the other children avoided her entirely. Nephara never understood why this was, and she honestly never cared. Having friends was of no importance to her, making top marks and impressing her parents was her only goal. Until Sirius decided to finally prank her.

June 1970

Sirius found himself wandering around the Black Manor gardens. His parents had important guests over that night and he was told to stay away from them. The moon was full that night and the stars shone brightly. He sat on the grass looking up into the sky, trying to remember where his constellation was, and where his younger brother’s star was. That was until he heard the garden doors open.

Nephara was snooping. She had been told to play with Regulus, but she found that to be an abysmal idea, so instead she was exploring every nook and cranny of the Black Manor. Eventually, she found her way to the gardens. She thought they were lovely, but not as lovely as her family's garden. She made her way to the grass when she heard giggling coming from a bush.

Sirius was in the bush, waiting for the perfect opportunity to use a new jinx he learned. He chuckled to himself as he pictured Nephara Castiel with bright red hair. Unfortunately, Sirius was not as good at sneaking around as he was now.

“Why are you in a bush?” Nephara asked him.

“Uh I’m not in a bush,” Sirius replied from the bush. Nephara scoffed, unamused by this boy’s antics.

“Do you think I’m daft?” She reached her hand in the bush and rather aggressively pulled out Sirius.

“Oi!” He protested as her hands firmly grasped his wrist. She let go and Sirius dusted himself off with a fowl look on his face. “You’ve ruined it!”

“Ruined what?” She asked. He then smirked as he realized the bush truly had no key part in his plan.

“Colorvaria!” He said. Nothing happened. Nephara’s eyes widened and she started laughing. “What! What is it!” Sirius asked her confused by her sudden fit of giggles.

“Your hair! It’s red!” Sirius practically fainted. His hands ran through his hair frantically, trying to understand what went wrong with his spell. “You said it wrong.”

“What?” Sirius said still in shock that his hair was bright red instead of hers.

“The spell, it’s colovaria, not color varia.”

September 2nd, 1976 - Potions

Nephara chuckled to herself as she remembered the foolishness that went down on that day. Sirius looked at her confused.

“What’s so funny, pup?” He whispered, making sure Professor Slughorn wouldn’t hear him. Remus then shot the two a fierce glare, silently warning them to stop talking.

Neph ignored Remus and said quietly to Sirius, “Just remembering when we became friends.” Sirius grinned ear to ear, that memory was truly fond to him, and he often liked to look back upon it.

“The only time one of my pranks failed.” He said dramatically putting his hand over his heart. Nephara rolled her eyes, a constant occurrence when you’re friends with Sirius Black.

“Could you lot please shut up,” Remus whispered aggressively to the pair. Unluckily for the trio Professor Slughorn picked up on this conversation, and was now at his wit’s end. There was nothing more he hated than talking during his lectures.

“Miss Castiel, Mr. Lupin, and Mr. Black!” The professor said storming over to their table. The three froze and directed their attention towards their professor.

“Yes, Professor?” Nephara asked innocently, knowing that if anyone was to get out of punishment it was her. Sirius scoffed at this ‘innocent’ ploy, which subsequently earned him a nudge in the side.

“Was your conversation so important that you had to interrupt my lecture?” Professor Slughorn asked looking between the trio.

“In fact it was Professor!” Sirius spoke up. Remus and Nephara both groaned at Sirius's comment, knowing it would surely end up with them all getting detention on their first day.

“Detention! All of you!” He said and then stormed off to continue his lecture.

At lunch, Neph had opted to sit next to Remus as she was furious with Sirius for getting them all detention on their first day. James and Peter were talking about how their first classes went, and who was in them. James was especially excited when he found out Lily was in his DADA class.

“And then Lily walked in, and I swear my heart stopped!” James said throwing his hands over his heart. Peter snorted.

“You're leaving out the part where she told you to bugger off,” Peter said, picking up some food from his plate.

“She might have said that, but she would never truly mean it,” James responded in a way that made him sound like he thought he knew about Lily’s true intentions. Sirius just slapped James on the back playfully, while completely egging him on in his delusions.

Across the table, Remus and Neph were talking about their upcoming detention. Remus mentioned something about the last time he and Sirius got detention and how it ended up with them being stuck in the trophy room for two hours cleaning trophies.

“I can’t believe him! Purposely sassing Professor Slughorn, fully knowing it would get us all in trouble.” Neph said as she viciously stabbed her salad. Remus looked at her salad and felt a moment of pity for it.

“Promise me you won’t attack him like you're attacking your salad?” He said with a soft chuckle.

“I will make no such promises, Rem.” Remus smiled at her, simply amused, “Besides he needs to know I won’t put up with him dragging us into his self-centered bullshit this year like he did last year!” Remus frowned slightly, remembering the incident Nephara had mentioned. Neph noticed the look on his face, and guilt washed over her. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up.” She said avoiding eye contact with Remus.

His scarred hand found its way to Nephara’s shoulder. The touch jerked Neph out of her head, and into the spot where his hand lay. It was comforting, Remus was always comforting.“It’s okay.” he said, his voice soft. She looked up at him, he had a stupid grin on his face. Her eyebrows furrowed.

“And what exactly is so funny to you, Moons?” She huffed.

“It’s cute when you get all in your head about something that’s not important.” He said softly, his hand still resting on her shoulder. Neph tried to ignore how he called her cute, and focus on the part where he said the incident wasn’t important.

“Rem, it was a big deal though.” He sighed.

“I know, I just meant you don’t need to worry about bringing it up and upsetting me. That’s not a big deal.” His hand that was resting on her shoulder, picked up a loose strand of hair and twirled it lightly between his fingers. Remus wasn’t fully aware of what he was doing, but Nephara was. It was strange, if any of her other friends randomly started playing with her hair she would probably freak out, but not Remus. She stared into his brown eyes and the scar that went down his face.

From across the table, Sirius was fuming. He watched as Remus played with Neph’s hair, and how she didn’t seem to mind. He wasn’t sure where this anger was coming from, he loved Neph and Remus, but he couldn’t help but feel left out.

“Pads?” James said as he slightly nudged Sirius. Sirius turned his head towards James. His face was confused and still visibly upset after watching Nephara and Remus. “Did you hear what I said, mate?”

“No, sorry,” Sirius said quickly. James chuckled and repeated what he said. Sirius put on his usual facade of being content and charming, hoping that it would push out the odd feelings of jealousy that had arisen earlier.

September 7th, 1976 - noon

The library was empty that day, except for a group of 6th years who were delving deep into the intricacies of their latest read. Hanging out with Sirius constantly can become a little draining, so finding a way to balance out this perpetual source of energy, Nephara’s Saturday mornings were spent cozied up in the library discussing books with Lily and Remus. Their current book was a fascinating insight into the beginnings of philosophy in the ancient world. Nephara found herself craving mental stimulation and intellectual conversations, which thankfully Lily and Remus were more than capable of providing for her.

They sat in a circle of sorts in the corner of the library. Lily had opted for a comfy chair, while Neph and Remus sat across from her on an old leather couch. The library had to be one of Nephara’s favorite places in the castle. It smelled of old parchment and spilled ink. Any and every book from Wizard kind could be found in the Hogwarts Library. She often found herself sneaking in late at night to borrow a book or two from the restricted section. Permitting Peeves was in a good mood. With the book in her lap, and her hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea, Nephara felt at peace. She listened as Lily rambled about Marcus Aurelius and his meditations.

Remus wasn’t listening to Lily, all his focus was on Nephara and how content she looked. He remembered when they were younger and Nephara was always on edge. She was always doing something, busying her mind, never once relaxing. Classes, homework, studying, prank planning. It never ended, and he often worried for her.

Today seemed better though, her mind seemed at ease. He watched her subtle movements and today they seemed peaceful. Her breath seemed slow and her body relaxed. Remus relished in this part of his Lycanthropy, being able to notice the small changes in mood or behavior greatly helped him to become closer with his friends. He learned their signs and he learned what to do when they appeared.

Nephara sat her cup down and brought her legs up to her chest. Something Remus noticed she only did when she was completely enthralled by something. Most often this would be books or muggle music, but sometimes it was with him. He noticed how when he talked about his passions she always listened, she more than listened, she was utterly engrossed by him.

“Rem?” Nephara said, and Remus noticed both her and Lily were staring at him. He chuckled nervously and ran a hand through his hair.

“Sorry, what was that?” He asked, hoping neither Neph nor Lily noticed what was distracting him.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come to Hogsmeade with Marlene, Peter, and me,” Lily asked him while putting away her books. Remus shook his head with a soft smile

“Thanks, but I was thinking of staying indoors today.” Lily nodded and left the group, to join Marlene and Peter. The silence between Nephara and Remus was often, and comforting. It was something they were used to by now, something they looked forward to. Nephara yawned and rested her head on Remus’s shoulder.

“Are you sleepy, pup?” He said with a soft chuckle.

“A little.” Nephara sighed. “But Sirius and James are waiting for us.” Remus wanted so desperately to just spend the entire day with Nephara in the library. Although he’d never tell her that, so he sighed and gently pushed her head off his shoulder. He got up from the couch, offered a hand, and hoisted her up.

September 7th, 1976 - half past noon

James and Sirius sat in the Gryffindor common room satisfied with their work. After a couple of hours of decorating and rearranging, the two had turned the common room into the perfect place for their annual back-to-school party. They turned their heads as the portrait to the common room swung open and in walked Neph and Remus. Nephara’s eyes lit up as she took in the work the boys had done.

“Pads, Prongs it looks amazing!” She said walking over to the boys. Sirius got up and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“Of course it does!” He said with a smirk across his face. James and Nephara laughed while Remus just shook his head. James showed Neph all the things he had set up for the party, and Remus, and Sirius sat down on the couch.

Remus watched Sirius as he watched Nephara, he seemed completely entranced by her. It reminded him of himself just moments ago in the library. He could tell her loved her, but more importantly, he could tell that Sirius was in love with her. Remus surmised that he was the only one aware of this, he was sure not even Sirius could understand the depth of his emotions towards the girl.

“You’re staring,” Remus said quietly to Sirius. Sirius turned to look at him with a small smirk on his face.

“What mate?” He said with a soft chuckle. Remus chuckled and patted Sirius on the back.

“You’re watching, Neph, mate.” He said, his hand not leaving Sirius’s back. Sirius scrunched his face.

“So?” Remus only chuckled in response. Sirius scoffed, after putting Remus’s vague words together, “It’s not like that.” He subconsciously leaned back into Remus’s touch. “I mean, she’s great. Don’t get me wrong. She’s just Neph, mate,” He paused, his eyes darting back to the girl, who was now wrapping James up in streamers. “Even if I did, which I don’t, she’s closed off in that way. Romantically.”

Remus nodded, he knew what Sirius meant. Nephara had never once been in a romantic relationship, at least not one that required genuine emotional vulnerability. She had flings here and there, hookups mostly. Neph told Remus a lot about her sexual escapades, but never once did she mention having romantic feelings for them.

“She’s just like you in that way.” He said his voice growing somber as he spoke. Sirius nodded in agreement.

“She is.” He said with a chuckle. The conversation quickly ended when Nephara helped a streamer mummy that was previously James waddle over to the pair.

“I’m a mummy!” James mumbled underneath a copious amount of red streamers.

“I was thinking of just leaving him like this, ought to help with the incessant need to talk about Lily.” Nephara joked and James muttered a few choice curse words. Remus and Sirius laughed and agreed with Neph.

“Wormy’s getting the drinks while he's in Hogsmeade, right?” Sirius said as Remus’s arm was still around the back of the couch, slightly touching his shoulder. Neph nodded as she helped unravel James from the streamers.

“That’s what he told me this morning.” Her eyes flickered over to Sirius and Remus on the couch, who were close together, but in the end, she thought nothing of it. She too was touchy with both boys.

“Seems everything is ready then,” James said, now free from the confines of red streamers. “I think I’ll head to the prefect bathroom and take a bath.” James was not a prefect, far from it actually. Lily and Remus had been chosen as Gryffindor’s prefects this year. Remus being the generous friend he is, told the marauders the password to the pristine bathrooms at the start of term.

Neph and the remaining boys said their goodbyes to James as he walked through the fat ladies’ portrait and out of the Gryffindor common room. Feeling slightly left out Nephara decided to nudge herself between the two boys on the couch. Neither of which had any complaints.

“Aww did you miss me pup?” Sirius said as she sat in between him and Remus. Neph scoffed.

“Hardly, I miss my precious Moony.” She said overdramatically. Remus laughed and ruffled the girl's hair with the arm that was touching Sirius’s shoulders. Sirius rolled his eyes in response.

“Jealous, Pads?” Remus said with a wink. Sirius was jealous, he knew that much. He was unsure exactly what he was jealous about though. Was it Nephara calling Remus precious, or the way Remus’s arm left his shoulder to touch Neph? It was all so confusing, and he honestly had no clue what to make of any of it. Remus being the sensitive wizard he was, picked up on the change in Sirius’s emotions. He noticed how he went from being playful to feeling bitter about something, he assumed it was about Nephara.

Neph was oblivious to this silent exchange and was just enjoying time with her best friends. She felt safe between them, and honestly never wanted to leave either of their sides. The three sat in the empty common room in comfortable silence. Most students were at Hogsmeade or spending time roaming the castle, it was nice to have the common room all to themselves. Nephara looked and Remus and then at Sirius and smiled at both of them.

“I love James and Peter, but I like it when it’s just us sometimes.” She spoke softly, her hand absentmindedly going to fiddle with the rings on Sirius's fingers, the rings she had bought him. Sirius smiled at the soft touch she was giving him.

“Why’s that, Nephie?” Remus asked, his long arm still stretched around the back of the couch, his fingers once again finding their way into Nephara’s hair. She contemplated this question. Sirius smiled when he saw that look in her eyes, the look she only gets when she’s truly focusing on something. He made eye contact with Remus who was noticing the same thing, and the two shared a smirk.

“In a way it’s always calm. Even when it isn’t, it is. I think mostly because you even us out, Rem.” She said, and Remus smiled.

“She’s right Moony, you cancel out our energy with your calmness.” Sirius chuckled softly. Remus did everything in his power not to blush on the spot, there’s nothing more he loved than feeling appreciated by his two closest friends.

September 15th, 1976 - Slytherin Common Room - 6 PM

The Slytherin Commons were incomparable to any other houses. The dungeons provided a sense of exclusion and mystique that correlated with the Slytherin aesthetic. The common room was large, made completely out of stone, and located underneath Hogwarts. It was decorated head to toe in elegant and expensive furniture, with large windows providing views directly into the murky black lake.

Regulus Black sat on a fine leather couch talking to Evan Rosier. He found Evan dimwitted and rather dull, but who else was he supposed to converse with? Barty Crouch Jr? Certainly not. Avery, Mucilber? They were bigger fools than Rosier and Crouch combined. Unfortunately, Slytherin was lacking in sophisticated pure-bloods, and as each year passed their ranks filled up with more and more muggle-born students.

Then there was Severus Snape, perhaps one of the only intelligent people in Slytherin, besides Regulus. However, he found Snape to be a sad excuse for a man with his capabilities. Regulus thought how pitiful it was to be Snape, being ridiculed by Gryffindors, and then having his one friend taken away because of James Potter’s bullying. Perhaps he would make a good servant, someone loyal, who had a known hatred for blood-traitors like James Potter.

“What do you think about Snape?” Regulus asked Evan, quickly interrupting whatever the boy was talking about. Evan’s eyes shot over to Snape and then back to Regulus’s.

“Why?” He scoffed, almost disgusted that Regulus would ask such a question.

“He’s smart, and could prove useful,” Regulus spoke in his usual air of confidence. Of course, it was hard not to be confident when you were surrounded by people like these. Evan shrugged.

“He’s..just hard to look at.” Evan shuddered, “But, I suppose that doesn’t matter. I’ll send a letter to my father and see what he says. You’ll have to vouch for him, Black. Are you capable of taking all responsibilities for him?” Regulus contemplated for a moment, he saw no reason why Snape wouldn’t want to join. He lacked power, something the Dark Lord could provide. Regulus felt Snape might be someone who craved the fear or respect of others, especially those who wronged him. Those like his brother and James Potter.

“Yes.”

#marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #remus x sirius #remus x oc #marauders x oc #regulus black

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phoenix-knight · 8 months

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reflection

TW: depression, anxiety, bpd, suicidal thoughts, self-harm.

the last time i went to therapy we did an exercise which shook my mind a little. she asked me the reasons why i chose law as my major for uni, and i told her i had a talent for debating, writing, storytelling and languages. as far as she could see these were all things that i loved and hoped to use in a profession which is a good match to those skillsets, what happened? why was it causing me so much confusion and upset?

i realized that the reasons i thought law was a good match for my skillset do not exist anymore, or rather i never got to start. not that its too late now but there are only 2 years left in my 5 year degree, which will be hectic af. 2020 COVID hit its peak, my college life started on Microsoft Teams and logging in just to sleep through the classes. the downward spiral which began in 11th grade culminated in crippling depression and anxiety in the 12th grade when i was about to make the change to uni.

i felt nothing, and the numbness scared me more than feeling all the highs and lows. 2 years...i scraped through them and did the bare minimum, pacifying the 'gifted kid' expectations of myself inside me, telling myself that i had to focus on doing what i had to do to survive even if that meant being ok with passing an exam, not topping it. the bland poorly made hostel food did not help, and the constant depressive episodes had me awake till 4 AM then asleep till the afternoon. i'd stare at the ceiling for hours after i woke, not getting up unless i had to go to the washroom. i only ate when the hunger made my stomach ache and i could not have my meds without eating first. i forgot to eat half the time. i was alone in a different city and i did not have my best friend physically with me.

in my desperation, i clung to the only hands i could find when i searched the dark, that is those of my now former friends. i came out of the social distancing and quarantine so starved for human connection that i trusted the wrong people with my vulnerable self. obviously i wasn't damn well thinking straight, if i was then i would not have trusted people who have known me for less than 6 months with my whole medical history. but i had no choice because the emergencies happened every other day, i attempted every time i was alone and the intrusive thoughts got too overwhelming. i had to msg them crying that someone had to drag me away from there or i was about to throw myself off the building. looking back i was so grateful to have friends at all, people who tolerated and acknowledged my presence, because i could barely tolerate myself.

i wanted to erase myself and the life which gave me pain as i breathed. i felt like a disgusting waste of space, a burden to everyone i touched. i never realized it was the least bare fucking minimum, to help when needed and care when hurt. i did not even tell them shit unless it came to violent panic attacks, anxiety attacks or just frozen stupor of me unable to breathe, move or think. was it ever a burden at all? was i just too starved of love to see that what i thought was unimaginable generosity was just the bare fucking minimum? they were peers who were just as fucked up as i am if not more, who had not even properly known me for more than 6 months, and i still apologized for everything they said i did to hurt them regardless of whether it was my fault or not.

i felt horrendously guilty, and suffered through weeks of anxiety and random panic attacks because i felt their loss. i gaslit myself saying, everything is fine, they're not leaving, you're just being paranoid and anxious until everything blew up in my face at the end of 2nd year. i was forced to move back in with my parents and commute the 2 hours to uni everyday as a day scholar although it exhausted the fuck outta me. the whole of 3rd year was spent just dragging my ass outta bed and managing my attendance because of all the backlogs i already had. getting on my own two feet took everything i had, and ironically my mental stability came when i distanced myself from everything and everyone i thought was my support in uni. i had so much shit to do and so much to catch up with, i threw myself into it and hit the ground running. i was finally able to complete all existing and pending exams at the end of 3rd years with months of breaking my back, working my ass off to break that vicious cycle of despair.

thats why i don't blame myself for what happened or what i had to do to survive...because i was there and i know how bad it was, how much worse it got and where that lead me. i did what i had to do to survive. i did not deserve to be ganged up on, and read my list of sins like i had sold their kidneys for a laptop. i did not deserve being told that i was a liar, a manipulator and a person who had taken advantage of them by using my mental illnesses as an excuse. after that fiasco, i asked around to convince myself i was not hallucinating my feelings, and turns out my gut feeling was right. it took a lot of reflection to make myself see that this was not how friendship or even human connections work. the people i loved most, my best friends at home, had never resorted to the type of shit i was subjected to. we always managed to calmly talk it out and work together to strengthen the relationship, instead of being ambushed like i was that time. the communication was not non-existent or so poor that everything was taken out of context and misunderstood.

i chose to stop talking to them, and for the first time in a long time, peace was there when i finally learned to prioritize doing what needed to be done for my own mental health. right now, although nothing went the way i thought it would 4 years ago, i am back to square one. i will probably have to rethink what i wanna do with this damn degree and the career i may choose since i lost all these years to mental illness. for the first time since forever, i am truly breathing. i have the conviction to say i survived through the worst of it despite everything. i am able to like being myself sometimes. and my 17 year old self would be proud of who i have become while enduring everything that life threw at me.

your anger, your depression, your anxiety, your truths, your tears, your lies, your despair, your hatred, your desire, your longing and your love...they are all trying to tell you something you might not be ready to hear and accept. so...listen, and believe that voice.

never blame yourself for the what you had to do and the person you had to be to survive the darkness.

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the-broken-truth · 3 years

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Donna meeting a doctor/field medic who manages to reduce/eliminate the cadou parasite growth on her face- 👨✈️

Broken Truth (Holding a Granny Smith Apple): An apple a day keeps the doctor away...(Throws it over my shoulder and walks off to find some granola & yogurt)

It had been half a year since he arrived in the small Romanian village with nothing but a small bag of clothes, a leather doctor's bag, a pouch of Lei, and the smile on his face. For an outsider - he was well versed in the language and asked if there was any property that he could buy; he was given 2 small plots of land that were completely bare.

One the first month of his stay - he cleared the land of any imperfections and started to build. Upon his first plot - he made a home, a firm structure of wood and stone. The villager watched as he broke the stone into pieces and combined them with clay before sculpting them into a kind of paste and filled a strange wooden mold he made on the flattest area of the ground he owned. They watched as the man stabbed long wooden posts in each corner of the paste and some in-between of others. After a day of waiting - the pasta hardened into something as strong as the castle's stone.

Then began making the bones of his house to ensure it would be sturdy in the most unforgiving of winters and it would remain warm in the hardest of rains. Once the bones were placed - he built the rest of his house and used the remaining paste to fill any possible crack. His home was done but...empty. He went into town the next day and did business with a rather fat man who didn't wear shoes and his hands were drowning gems.

Upon the next 2 months - he built a business upon his second plot - a business that most residents of the village appreciated for he was a man of medicine and he was very good at his job. He spent a lot of time familiarizing himself with the land and the forest, along with the plants and berries to make different kinds of salves to relieve anything or...could he really heal everything?

The sound of the bell above the door made the man look from the clipboard he was writing on - he was taking inventory on which salves he was running low on. He looked upon a veiled woman in a black dress with a doll in her arms.

"Good Afternoon," He began as he placed the clipboard back on the hook attached to the wall beside the dresser, "Welcome to the [L/N] Clinic. What can I do for you?" The man asked with a smile but instead of the woman speaking - the doll did.

"This is Mistress Donna Beneviento - The Head of House Beneviento, 2nd Lord of the Village." The doll said.

"Oh, so this is Lady Beneviento? A pleasure to meet you." The doctor bowed before looking at the doll. "And what about you, Young Mistress?" The doll looked confused for a while.

"My name is Angie - Lady Donna speaks through me as she isn't very...trusting of humans."

"Understandable. I am Dr. [Y/N [L/N] - The owner of this clinic. What has caused the Second Lord to bless me with her presence?" The doctor asked with a smile.

"Have you heard of the Cadou?" Angie asked.

"Vaguely. I hear some whispers around about the word but I never really investigated much into it." [Y/N] said.

"The Cadou is a kind of living parasite that infects its host with incredible abilities but it changes its host in some of the worst ways," Angie explained.

"Allow me to assume - Lady Beneviento is infected with one of these Cadou and you wish for me to do something about it." The doctor said.

"Yes. The Cadou in Lady Donna's Link to me - it's the reason I am a living doll but it has caused a horrible scar upon her face that she wishes to be removed or at the very less, reduced in size; we're hoping it won't affect her abilities though." Angie explained.

"I think I might be able to craft a represent for the Cadou but I need a sample of it first." He looked at Donna. "Lady Beneviento, may I see the scar? If I can collect a sample of this Cadou, I can craft something to aid you." The doctor explained. There was a moment of silence before Angie spoke again.

"She shall remove her veil but she warns you - it is not good. Please, do not judge." Angie warned. With a firm nod from the doctor, Donna removed her veil and the doctor's eyes widened before a blush crept upon his face.

"Lady Beneviento...you are...radiant."

'What?' Donna thought.

"What?" Angie asked.

"Forgive my forwardness, but, My Lady, you are a marvel; a true masterpiece, even with your difference. You shouldn't hide such beauty." The doctor praised her with a blush on his face before he looked at the ground like a nervous child talking to his crush.

"You...You really think so?" The voice of the Second Lord asked.

"Most certainly!" The doctor reassured.

[Y/N] went into the back and retrieve two empty syringes and walked over to Donna - slowly piercing it through the skin of the Cadou that took her right eyes and pulled back on the injector to collect the blood infected with Cadou Cells before using the second syringe to take a sample of Donna's blood from her arm unaffected by the Cadou. He promised to find something and call them when he found something and gave them a bow before they left.

He was sad when they left.

[A Few Nights Later]

[Y/N] had not returned home as he looked through the two microscopes - the one of the left was a small sample of the Cadou Cell Blood while other one held the blood of Donna unaffected. [Y/N] had been working for 3 days straight - making sure to tend to his clients but he hasn't slept or really eaten a full meal. He wanted to help Donna.

This was this 5th Attempt at the Cadou repressant - he was sure to document any kind ingredients used in case his memory failed him. He dripped the dropper into 2 nliquified ingredients and plopped it on the slide of the Cadou Sample and his eyes widened as the cells reacted, changed, and began to shrank until they were nothing but small cells - the same as T-Cells. He looked between the 2 microscopes and was pleased with his results and made a note to call Donna in the morning.

'I can't wait to see them again.' The doctor smiled before he walked over to his office chair and fell asleep - his dreams filled with images of the Head of House Beneviento.

[The Next Morning]

"Lady Beneviento and Angie! I'm glad you both got my call!" The man said with a smile as the veiled woman and her doll entered his shop.

"A pleasure, Dr. [Y/N]. When we received your call this morning, we rushed over. We assume you've made promise." Donna said.

"Better than that! I constructed a Cadou Shrinkage - it will shrink the Cadou down to cellular level while still remaining within you so you won't lose your link to Angie." The Doctor smiled.

"And...you are certain that this will work?" Donna asked with slight fear in her voice but soon her hands were taken in the doctor's - they were warm and comforting.

"I swear upon my life, My lady, this will work." He said as he brought her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles; making the dollmaker blush under her veil.

"O-Okay..." Donna whispered and the two of them went to the Operating Room.

[Hours Later]

Donna looked at her face in the memory - her complete human face. The Cadou Shrinkage was successful but due to it consuming her face for so long, her right eye was blind but [Y/N] assured her that he would be able to contrusct something to restore her sight; in the meantime, he gave her an eyepatch to cover just the eye. She thanked him and processed to gather living doll in her arms before turning to the door to leave when...

"Wait! Lady Beneviento..." She turned to look at the blushing face of the young doctor.

"Yes, Dr. [Y/N]?" Donna asked with a raised eyebrow - his blush darkened.

"I...Um...Have you eaten Breakfast, yet?" He asked as he scratched his cheek with the tip of his finger.

"No. I have not." She answered.

"Then...May I have the honor of taking you out for a late breakfast?!" He asked with a bright face and she smiled.

"I would love that." She nodded.

"Oh...Just fuck already." Angie groaned in Donna's arms.

"ANGIE!!!" Donna and the Doctor blushed before he closed up shop for the day and the 3 of them walked into the light of the sun with smiles on their faces.

#resident evil 8 #donna beneviento x male reader #donna beneviento

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carameldaisy · 3 years

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Mistaken Confession

Warning⚠: y/n's got a potty mouth, some angst in the beginning but fluff at the end.

Theme: Chan accidentally confesses to you half asleep. Idol!reader x idol!Chan

A/n note-for some reason I wrote this in both 2nd and 3rd pov so please don't mind it, I swear I can write correctly

"Christopher! What the actual fuck is this?" You had ran all the way to the studio just to see Chan and get to the bottom of what she was reading on her screen. As startled as anyone would be by how loud your voice could get, Chan had been confused at why she sounded so confused and angry at the same time.

"Uh what's what?" He chuckled slightly trying to laugh off any nervousness and anxious she caused him to be. You scoffed at his lack of knowing what he had texted, pulling out her phone she showed him the text she received about a day ago without any context.

"Oh- I-um t-that was a uh- I didn't mean to send that to you" Chan quickly stammered out mumbling the last part. In this case Chan was being honest he had accidentally sent it to her without being aware that his phone could auto send messages without him getting notified about it.

"So then what do you mean Chris? Or is this just some sick joke you and some other people are playing on me?" Y/n wasn't the type to handle her conflicts and bad situations she didn't understand like this, but when it comes down to someone she really likes and thinks they don't care about her she ends up in a vulnerable position that makes her sensitive.

Chan quickly gets up from his chair seeing affected she's getting from this, "I promise I'm not playing a joke in you, I really do like you a lot and I wanted to confess at the right time and not when I'm in the studio practicing and all sweaty" he gives her a comforting smile trying to assure her its not some dirty prank.

"so you really like me?"

"Yeah, I thought I was too obvious about it but seems I was wrong"

Your reaction is basically😳👁👄👁 how did I not know.

"um well I like you too Chan, like a l o t but what will others think especially since we're in the same company ya know" (pretend that your in Itzy I guess)This was actually the first time Y/n actually had feelings for someone like this, and it was new to her as well as she never really reciprocated feelings like this to anyone.

Chan noticed how anxious Y/n was getting and held her hands in his. "I know we aren't the same race or anything, heck we aren't even the same nationality but that won't stop me from loving you and I hope that doesn't stop you from taking a chance with me."

"Then I'd like to take that chance with you Chan" Y/n said shyly smiling still holding his hands. Chan took this opportunity to tuck a loose strand of behind her ear to see even more of Y/n's face.[sorry if you're bald :(]

"So I guess this day one of our official relationship" he said giggling lightly to himself.

"Y-yeah, day one"

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#chanlix #bang chan #bang chan fluff #bang chan imagine #bang chan angst #skz #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #idol reader #idol #female reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids angst #stray kids x reader

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zawasscarf · 3 years

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Library dates- Student!Aizawa × Student!reader

Warnings: none! aizawa and the reader are the same age and are both students of u.a!

Genre: fluff!

Syponsis: Doubting that you could go longer without blurting out your feelings to your bestfriend, Aizawa just takes a shortcut to cut to the chase.

Prespective: 2nd person! The reader is gender neutral

Additional note: Unedited//Requests are now open!

The infamous U.A library was one of the most revered places in the highschool of rising pro heroes. It was eerily tranquil, calm. Being in its presence was almost unnatural, as a wash of warmth and stillness fell upon whoever entered. Some say that its inhabited by some friendly supernatural being, some say that it's the librarian's quirk that makes the library so serene.

"I just think it's like that because Yamada isn't allowed inside." Shota chuckled at your slightly-mean joke, his eyes twinkling. "What did he even do inside to get banned?" Shota looked up, looking surprised at your --honestly, foolish-- question. "You can't guess?" He asked, adjusting the bags on his shoulder so they don't slip off. You smooth down your shirt and smile, then shake your head to answer his question. "Nevermind. You're right." You spread your arms forward and opened the door for the both of you. "Oh. Thanks."

"You're very welcome, Sho."

"I told you to not call me that."

"Why? I used to call you that all the time when we were kids."

"Yes, were. Were kids. You wouldn't want to call me to—"

"Okay! Okay! Sorry!"

The truth about Shota and you, is that you go way back. When you moved to Musutafu, he was your first friend. You were not thrilled to be moving to another place again, but your parents assured you that it's the last time you move, and that there are alot of kids in the neighbourhood your age. So, you were looking up to befriend a few, but when you headed to the playground just a few blocks away from your house, they completely pretended that you are invisible. Trying to get their attention did nothing, they were purposefully singling you out. You sat on the swing, and experimented with your newly-manifested quirk. That's when a shabby, black haired boy in an ugly blue 'Genirou Neko' sweater approached you. He was watching you silently, his eyes fixed on the palm your hand, where tiny wind-whirles were rotating. "Cool quirk.." was the first thing Aizawa had said to you. It was the first thing anyone had ever said to you since you moved into this part of town. You could never forget that warmth you felt in your chest when he complimented you. That day on the playground, you had made your first friend.

"What are you smiling at?" His calm, tired voice popped your bubble and made you snap out of your daze. You could feel your cheeks reddening, and your smile disappearing. "Nothing."

Shota looked at you for a very long minute, that you almost felt that time had stopped. He hummed, and put both your bags on a table beside the window. A perfectly secluded place between two bookshelves, just wonderful for studying, the sun always shone through, illuminating the books for you. "If you say so.." He mumbled, now making his way to your side. You rummaged the bookshelf with your fingers, searching for a book that could help you with your 'Quirk's Ups and Downs' essay. Trying to distract yourself from how close he was to you. You had no idea why he came. Shota was already done with his draft, but he insisted he should come incase he finds something he wants to add. You told him he was welcome, you already vowed to yourself that you won't let him distract you.

Yet you couldn't concentrate on finding the book. Your eyes involuntarily snuck glimpses at him, as he looked up on the higher shelves. Shota wouldn't call himself the most charming, handsome person in your school. He wasn't as charismatic and casual as Oboro, wasn't as loud and eccentric as Yamada, so it was never on his mind that someone would have a crush on him. But thats because he can't see what you can right now. The sunrays reflected across his pale glistening skin. Across his black eyes, making it seem like there was an endless unieverse of stars and planets that you could only see if you looked. Those strands of raven hair that couldn't be tucked back in his pontail, that framed his face so well. His heavy lidded eyes that were similar to a feline's, that scanned the books with sharp concentration. Even if he thinks he looks worn out and everything for from perfect, Shota would always be that boy you can never get over. You tried, you did. You tried to bury the feelings away, suppress them, move on. Because you would never tell him. With him, you never knew. You never knew how he would react, how he would act, what he would say. You were terrified to your core of losing him, so it was better off like this. And for the most part, suppressing your feelings worked. But it was days like this, moments like this, that made you realise that you're only lying to yourself.

"Is this it?" Shota's voice, once again, pushed you away from your daze. His eyes were boring into yours, catching you off gaurd so you couldn't even look away. You felt held in place, that even if you wanted to move a muscle it wouldn't cooperate. His pupils dilated, and his pale cheeks turned a pale red. He looked away at once, then pushed the book onto your chest. You shook your head and cleared your throat. "Uh...yeah. Yeah it is! Thanks."

His voice far more queit, he managed to mumble out a "You're welcome.." before you made your way back to your table with him. Instantly, you unzipped your bag and started working. You could hear Shota unzipling his bag and rustling before taking out his notebook. 'Don't look at him' You told yourself, keeping your eyes glued to your books and pages and papers. 'He'll know. He always knows when something is up..and you can't-'

"Hey, do you have a spare pen?" You glanced up at him, he was rummaging through his bag, looking for a pen. "You know I do. Did you lose the pen I gave you this morning?" Shota smiled sheepishly, and nodded. "Yeah..I think gave to Hizashi. Sorry–" You giggled, already offering him another pen. "No need to apologise, Shota. I always carry spare pens for you anyway." He chuckled and took the pen from you, his slender fingers brushing lightly against your own hand. Falling into another frenzy, you -quickly- put your hand on your cheek and went back to scanning the worn-out, yellow pages. Shota cleared his throat and hummed a muffled 'thank you', and got to writing.

Silence filled the air around you. The occasional buzzing of the fan and the loud laughter and gibberish conversation in the halls made you lose focus a few times, but you tried your best to keep your concentration on the paper. Shota was queit too, you could feel his eyes on you every few minutes, but he didn't say anything. You knew that he felt like something was off, but why wasn't he saying anything about it? Did he know what you were hiding and did not want to mention it? Was he already thinking of a way to reject you gently?

You looked up, hoping that he wasn't looking, and the sight infront of you made your heart soften. Shota's head was resting on the table, using his arms as pillows by putting them across each other. His essay was under his arm, he was tracing the words already written with the pen you gave him, but he was only halfway through. His eyes were closed and his hair was out of the ponytail, covering his eyes. Steady breaths came out of his slightly open mouth, moving a strand of hair that fell onto his face. You could see the dust particles in the sunlight that shone on him, making his nose sniff uncomfortably. A part of you wanted to capture this moment, but you knew him well. He didn't like having his pictures taken. But you could swear that in these times where he couldn't see himself, he looked far more ethereal than anyone or anything on this earth.

You slowly wrote the last few words in your essay, then pulled his paper towards you to complete two paragraphs he had left for him. It wasn't the first time you ever finished his homework for him, but you owed him alot, so you truly didn't mind. A few minutes later you were done, and before you knew it you were making Aizawa's bag for him, making sure to take out his jacket first. After zipping the black backbag, you moved behind him, and draped the grey jacket around his shoulders. You feet didn't take you away too far, and you felt a hand hold your sleeve and tug at it. When you looked back, Shota was sleepily glacing at you, his eyes half open, covered with his black hair.

"What?" You asked, a chuckle escaping your lips, trying to lighten the mood. His eyes were pericing yours, you could see a glimmer of red in them. "Why.." He asked, his voice quieter, his hand holding onto your wrist. "Why what, Shota? God are you having that dream again? I promise you all the cats are fine–"

"Why do you do all these things for me?"

The question hit you hard in the face, as though someone had thrown a brick at a glass window. Before you could register the question, he was already talking again. "Always having spare pens for me, completing my essays and my homework, making my bag..looking out for me when I'm asleep.." His eyes glazed over from his bag, to the pens, then to you.

"It just makes me like you even more than I already do."

Your eyes widened, you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks and ears. A stutter was all you uttered, you couldn't speak. He was still half asleep, he was still tired, but his words held so much genuinity. The words felt heavy with emotions, yet they were blunt and to the point.

"Shota, I–"

He straightened up against the chair and stretched, like what he just said wasn't everything you've ever wanted to hear from him. "I don't blame you if you don't share those feelings by the way. Don't feel inclined to say anything if you don't. It's just something I wanted to get out of my che–mmph!"

Your lips collided against his, making him almost lose balance and fall off his chair. He clung tightly onto the table, and when he felt stable, no longer surprised, he kissed back. You interlaced your fingers with his, and pulled away for breath. Both of you were heaving, chests puffing out then retracting back in. Shota still looked shocked, so shocked that he activated his quirk. His hair stood up and his eyes were bright red, so were his cheeks. You breath out a giggle, and flick his forehead with your free fingers. "Sorry. You were being blunt so I thought I should be too."

"Yeah..I..I see that." He touched his lips, then turned to look at you with a smile. Not one of his troll-like smiles, not a teasing smirk, not a menacing grin, but a sweet smile. One that you only saw when he was around you, or Oboro and Yamada.

A minute passed, maybe two, maybe three. You were not sure. Your eyes were still looking in his, his thumb drew circles on your hand, your goofy smiles unfading.

"So.."

"Do you want to grab something on our way back home? You know, as a thank you..for doing my homework for me."

"Are you asking me out, Shota Aizawa?"

"Yeah, I am."

"No, Sho, you've got to be more slick about it."

"Why? That's confusing. Now give me your bag, and for the last time, don't call me Sho!"

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HI!!! How are you? I was wondering I could request sweet pea being out late with job for Serpents & comes back to see you asleep in his trailer & he just ends up cuddling you🥺🥺🥺

HIII!!! I’m fineee, things at home have been shitty but writing this blurb made me feel better and helped me escape a bit! I really hope you like it!

He's rushing down the street. It's way past midnight, but he's afraid to check the time. Two busy weeks have passed, where the Serpents did everything in their power to stop the Ghoulies from terrorizing the north side, but still, they were nowhere near finished. Danger was looming at every corner, and there was no point in hiding just how annoyed Sweet Pas has gotten during this time.

After spending 17 years of his life thinking he'd forever be alone, he finally found you. All this time, you've been right under his nose, but somehow, you didn’t see each other. Now that things were finally in place, and your relationship was the definition of a fairytale, he had to work late. Day after day and night after night. And it wasn't just the lack of time you two spent together that was bothering him, it was also the unshakeable fear that you'd get sick of all the waiting, and all the terror, all the bruises and fights. It is safe to say this is probably one of the worst times of his life. If until now he didn't mind not having anyone because he had no idea how good that could feel, the thought of losing you terrorized him beyond words.

He curses himself as he passes yet another red light, knowing just how worried you'd get if you knew. But he can't help it. He was supposed to meet you at 8, and now the watch on his wrist is ticking away seconds past the 2nd hour of the next day. He hates himself for it.

As soon as he turns onto his street, he already allows his bike to slow down. He doesn't care anymore, as when he reaches his trailer, he just hops off and heads straight inside. Even though he's sure you're not there anymore, he's determined to get a couple of hours of sleep, and wake up to surprise you in the morning with a coffee before school.

He's so caught up in his own head, drowning in guilt that's not even his, that he doesn't realise the door of his trailer was locked three times, not two like he usually does. He just walks inside, throws the keys off to the side, kicks his shoes in the corner of the small hallway and heads into the bathroom. For a second, he stares at his reflection. One bruised eye and a deep cut under his jaw. He was ready to let his mind wonder, but something catches his attention.

Moisturizing cream.

"What the-" Sweet Pea mutters under his breath, picking up the nearly empty container. It takes him a few more seconds, but then he starts to notice. Your tooth brush is placed neatly against his. A few hair bands are on the edge of the sink, he sees your panda towel drying up on the hanger beside the tub, and the shower curtain is still yet. And it hits him like a ton of bricks, so there's no point in wasting any more time. He sprints out of the bathroom, only to come to a full stop by his bedroom door. Sweet Pea slowly pokes his head inside, and then he sees you.

His eyes land on your sleeping frame, and it hurts him deep inside his chest. He can't see much, as your laying on your side with your back facing the door. But he's in awe with the way your chest slowly rises and falls, with the way you hogged the blankets and stuffed them between your legs. You're hugging something to your chest, and when he notices his pillow is not in its usual spot, he can't help but smile.

It takes everything inside of him not to jump in the bed with you. He can't do that, he has dirt all over his clothes, smells like cigarettes and gasoline, and not to mention the blood on his neck from the scratch he'd gotten earlier.

So he hurries back into the bathroom, throws all his clothes onto the floor and jumps in the tub. The water that drips off his body is literally grey, and for a second he's disgusted with himself, but there's no time for that. He reaches for your apricot shower gel, but stops again. All those times you used his shower gel instead of your own come back to him, and he remembers just how annoying it is for him to bury his head into your neck and feel his own scent. So, despite being a bad ass biker full of cuts and bruises, Sweet Pea pushes away his love for soft skin, and uses his own gel.

About 10 minutes later, he walks back into his room, butt naked. It takes him less than 30 seconds to put on a fresh pair of underwear, but now his pyjamas are nowhere to be seen. It comes as a soft tickle to his heart to see you wearing his shirt, so he just throws on a rugged pair of sweats and finally gets into bed.

His arms instantly find you, pulling you so hard against his chest, that if he wasn't missing you so badly, he would've been worried he's crushing you. But that's all in his head, because you feel him and it's the best feeling in the world. This wasn't enough to disrupt your sleep, but when sinks his head into the crook of your neck, kissing all the exposed skin he can reach, you start to awake.

"Pea..." you mumble, half asleep.

"Sleep, baby, I'm sorry I woke you up" he coos, moving to stroke your cheek with his thumb.

"Is everyone ok?" you question, turning around in his hold.

"Yes, angel, everyone is fine"

"And no one hurt you today, right?"

"I'm perfect, Y/n" Sweet Pea confesses, kissing your forehead as you settle against his chest.

"Good, good" you whisper, pressing your cheek into his shoulder, as sleep is already enveloping you again.

Silence settles. But it's only for a short while as guilt eats away at his heart. Sweet Pea decides to speak again, content with the fact that you might already be asleep. He just wants to try.

"I'm sorry for today, angel"

You just nod your head no, too lazy and comfortable to open your mouth.

"No what?" he asks, rubbing your back as curiosity starts to get to him.

"You know you don't have to apologise to me for something like this" you say, not bothering to move a muscle. Your bodies are perfectly tangled together and you don't want that to change. "That club is your family, I wouldn't love you as much if you weren't so loyal and selfless. I love how dedicated you are, I adore that about you"

Sweet Pea kisses the top of your head as he puts his words together. "And what about you? I'm not here as much as I should be, I can't help but feel like a piece of shit"

"Reverse" you sigh.

"Reverse what?" he asks confused.

"The situation. Had I been in trouble. And the Serpents were fine, every one of them safe. Wouldn't you miss out on your daily White Wyrm gatherings so you could help me out?"

"Of course I would!" Sweet Pea scoffs.

"See?" you roll your eyes, pushing him so he falls onto his back. You hear a soft chuckle escape his lips as you nonchalantly climb on top of him. "You're a fucking good man. My good man"

"I love you, baby girl"

"And I love you"

In this moment, you can feel his heartbeat against your cheek and with his arms safely secured around your middle, you couldn't feel safer.

"I'll take you out for coffee tomorrow before school" he adds out of nowhere.

"I'm not going to school"

"Why?"

"I'm sick"

"What do you mean you're sick!?" he asks, nearly jumping with concern.

"Calm down" you laugh, "It's just what I told my doctor so I could get a couple of days off. You're only home until noon, so I thought it would be perfect"

"You're perfect" Sweet Pea says, kissing the top of your head again.

"I know..."

"And modest too" he jokes.

"I know right!? I'm the whole package!"

"I'm so fucking in love with you it's scary" Sweet Pea admits, gesturing for you to look up at him. When you do, he captures your lips into a kiss, loving and needy. Your teeth clink together and you elbow him in the side, but he doesn't mind. You're all he could've ever asked for. Everything he never knew he needed. And the kiss lasts just a tad bit longer, as it started out lazy, and ended by you pulling away just enough so you could rest your head back against his chest before sleep would come around again, this time enveloping the both of you.

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cuculine-nelipot · 4 years

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Wish We Could

Chapter One: Loved You First

{ Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fred Weasley

Summary: After the Battle of Howgarts, Hermione and Ron start dating; their slow-burn friends to lovers arc complete. He’s nice, and she’s comfortable, and everyone is happy for them. Everyone but Fred, who can’t stop thinking that he loved her first, and Hermione, who begins to wonder if they really are as over as she thought they were. }

2nd May 1998, The Battle at Hogwarts

Hermione Jean Granger was far from perfect. No one knew that better than she did. But she was careful, and she didn’t break things she couldn’t fix, or at least she didn’t used to. So you can imagine the devastation she felt when she kissed Ron, when he kissed her back, and the years of bickering, and flirting with flirting ended in that one, cataclysmic moment. She saw Fred watching, she saw the break; the life she then realised she wanted more than anything broke to pieces right there in his startlingly green eyes. She heard Harry yell something at them, Ron peeled away, laughing, and Fred was gone. The show went on, as it had to, as it must, because if there is one thing Hermione had learnt in her life, it’s that there is no such thing as a person, only players, and there is no free will, only the cruel pen of fate, and Hermione was its unwitting almost-heroine.

22nd August 1998, Morning

So maybe things aren’t so bad. Ron is sweet, or he is trying to be. Ron calls precisely when he says he will. Ron comes to dinner with her parents. Ron tries his hardest to at least look like he is following their dentist-talk. Ron’s kisses are soft, though they tend to be more mushy than gentle. Ron smells like strawberry shampoo. Ron is learning everything he can about cricket, and Chelsea F.C, and Ron is memorising her favourites of everything. Ron is a practiced mummy’s boy, and hers simply adores him. And Ron is her friend, has been since First Year. Together they have fought trolls and rode dragons. They almost died together more times than she cares to count. Theirs is the story you couldn’t write, a romance blown to epic proportions, this love is sweeter than fiction, — right? So why is she so nervous?

Ron arrives at 0930 sharp, dressed in respectable dark grey trousers and a blood red jumper. He kisses Hermione on the cheek, hugs Mrs. Granger, and shares a firm handshake with Mr. Granger. He hands Hermione a bouquet of garden roses because, she supposes, they look enough like peonies. On observing that his white shirt collar is crumpled and half tucked in, she compulsively reaches out and straightens it. He blushes, and from the corner of her eye she sees her mother purse her lips as though trying not to smile, a gleam in her eye as she witnesses this small act of intimacy. Hermione drops her hand, wishing she could take it back.

The again restored powder blue Ford Anglia idles in the driveway. Mr. Granger makes a remark about car batteries, and Ron agrees, saying nothing of the vehicle’s extra-ordinary traits. He holds the door open for Mrs Granger and Hermione. You look beautiful today, he says as the latter slides past him. This is the first time her parents are visiting The Burrow, so she thought they would be more comfortable undertaking the journey the muggle way. Her parents, quite understandably, have become just the slightest bit skittish around magic since learning of their daughter’s escapades, starting from aged 12 to seven months ago, including the fact that she had erased their memories and sent them to Australia for the better part of a year. This had the unforeseen and rather unfortunate side-effect of inspiring in them a strong desire to become more involved in the social aspects of her ‘other life’, as they had come to think of it. When Ron showed up one day, shortly after she gave them back their memories, and re-introduced himself as her boyfriend, this day became inevitable. And so, they are on their way Ottery St. Catchpole to visit the Weasleys.

The conversation flows well enough, Ron proves surprisingly adept at keeping the usually rather withdrawn Mr. and Mrs. Granger talking about their work, and sports. Her parents, eager to make up for lost time, and to know everything about their daughter’s apparent suitor, ask him lots of questions about the upcoming school year, and the adventures of their past, though there is a significant portion they skirt around (the time she was petrified for instance). Ron knows when to listen and when to ask the right questions. Ron knows which stories to tell. Ron keeps them laughing enough that they don’t notice the ride to Devon is going much faster than the laws of physics allowed. And Hermione looks out the window, and says nothing. It is a scenic drive to the West Country. All rolling fields and blue skies. The sun, a pale gold, trips lightly through a barely there mist, and everything shimmers.

“Is everything okay?” Her mother asks, nudging her with her elbow. Hermione half turns to look at her and nods, saying nothing of the cold dampness rolling through her stomach.

19th June 1996

It didn’t come out of nowhere, their first kiss, though it would have looked that way to anyone watching. Maybe it wasn’t the best timing — okay it was terrible timing — but time suddenly seemed to be in short supply. After all, she had just almost died again — Hermione, and everyone else who had been at the Department of Mysteries the night before. It must have been afternoon but it was impossible to tell with the curtains drawn, shading the ward an artificial dusk. Everyone was sound asleep except her, and Sirius, who was in another room going mad from his glimpse beyond the veil. Hermione was reading a book. She could always find one.

Fred walked in alone. She remembered thinking that was weird, but when he pressed his lips to hers, it became apparent why. “What are you doing here?” she asked, keeping her voice low.

“Well in case you missed it, my brother, my sister, and my friends all just almost died. I got here is soon as I could.” He skips over the words with characteristic lightness, but there’s a gravity in his aspect she had never seen before.

“Well in that case you’re late,” she teases, her tired face jerking in the vague likeness of a smile.

“It’s just gone past seven in the morning,” he frowns, and brushes the hair from her cheek, “what time did you think it was?”

“Afternoon,” she sighed, leaning back into the pillows. “So I only slept for a few minutes then.”

“I’ll ask a nurse to get you more Sleeping Draught.” He turned to go but she grabbed his wrist to stop him. It seemed too intimate, but she liked it, and judging the grin that flitted across his face, so did he.

“Don’t. They’re busy.”

“You need to sleep. You’re a patient too.” He leaned down, gently kissed her on the forehead, and swept her hair back. “I’ll be right back.”

22nd August 1998, Afternoon

Hermione had hoped that she would have to act as mediator between her parents and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and that she would therefore be much too preoccupied to worry about how uniquely uncomfortable the circumstances are. But she had no such luck. Not only was Fred everywhere, but her parents and the Weasleys got along famously. Ron had apparently well-advised his father on the appropriate number of muggle-specific questions to ask in an hour (one), and their mothers shared a passion for gardening. Already there was talk of exchanging various herb seedlings. She should be relieved, happy even, and it occurs to her that under different circumstances she would have been.

The rest of the gang had peeled away shortly after lunch in search of something more entertaining, leaving her and Ron alone with the parents. Hermione politely excuses herself from the table.

“And where do you think you’re sneaking off to Granger?” This particular red-haired boy that she almost slams into is missing an ear.

“George!” The smile that creeps across her face is nothing short of ebullient. Perhaps even more so than his twin, George Weasley could put near anyone in a good humour. “I wasn’t sneaking off anywhere. I just… needed to use the loo.”

“Pity. We were just about to throw the Quaffle around. Could do with a sixth. I was meant to get Percy but I’m sure everyone would much prefer you.”

“Everyone?” She asks skeptically. George was, of course, the only one who knew about the car crash that had been hers and Fred’s… whatever it was.

“Everyone,” he insists.

It’s cold for August, the sky is clear and the sun is still shining in that enchanted way. If there was a such a thing as perfect Quidditch weather, even Hermione would have had to admit that this was it. Harry has his arms wrapped around Ginny, saying something in her ear that makes them both laugh. Fred and Charlie talk a few feet away, watching them with equally perplexed and somewhat revolted expressions.

“If I saw Ron doing that I might just puke,” she hears Fred say. She could have heard him say anything and smile, but that particular remark makes something spark in her heart that she fights hard to stifle. “Oh, Hermione!” His pond-weed green eyes widen comically when he catches sight of her, the skin of his cheekbones turning pink. “Hi Hermione, hey!” He shifts his weight uncomfortably and looks away.

“Fred,” she says, cool as ever. “Hey Charlie!”

“I’m sorry, Hermione was it?” He asks with a teasing glance at Fred. “It’s good to see you again,” he adds, and gives her a brawny hug. She hadn’t actually managed to properly say hi to anyone earlier, there was so much excitement about Ron and Hermione, and The Meeting of the Parents. Harry and Ginny tear themselves apart and come over, and more hugs are shared. The divide themselves into teams of three, and for the first time in a while everything feels almost normal.

While she is by far the weakest player between the six of them, one simply could not spend years around Quidditch buffs without picking up a few things and Hermione, a true perfectionist, was now more than capable of sort of holding her own. And besides, Ginny was the only one present who actually played as a Chaser; George and Fred are more suited to whacking than passing, and Charlie and Harry, like most Seekers, are terrible at paying attention to other people. After a far too lengthy debate it was decided that the most balanced configuration was Hermione, George, and Harry against Ginny, Charlie, and Fred. Things get off to a slow start; it was nearly impossible to get Harry and Ginny to stop flirting and actually play the damned game. But once George slips past Charlie and scores an easy goal, it’s game on. He and Harry score five more between them in quick succession. Ginny, not one to take losing lightly, especially not to her Seeker boyfriend, ‘accidentally’ sends the Quaffle flying at Harry’s head, causing it to ricochet straight into Fred’s hands, and he makes fast work of scoring. They equalise soon after.

The game quickly degenerates into anarchy. Ginny bites George’s arm to keep him from scoring. Hermione flies up behind Harry and covers his eyes as he tries to make a pass. At some point, Charlie takes a shot and both George and Hermione dive to save it, ramming into each other head first. Hermione, much smaller, and the weaker flyer, falls off and George lunges to grab her arm but misses, so she’s free falling. Everyone swoops in to catch her but Fred gets there first. She slams into his outstretched arms, and his broom jerks down, threatening to send them both tumbling to the ground but he manages a semi-controlled landing and they both stumble onto the grass, winded and half in shock, but otherwise okay. Bending over with their hands on their knees, they catch their breaths while the others land one by one. Their eyes meet, and they experience a fleeting, shinning moment of absolute clarity.

“Well I suppose it’s been a good few months since someone’s almost died,” Ginny quips. All faces turn to her, stunned, speechless. She shrugs and makes a face as if to say am I wrong? And just like that the tension dissolves into hysterics, and they’re laughing — side-stitch, red-face, on the floor laughing harder than any of them have in longer than they can remember.

“Sorry,” George manages between gasps for air. “I’m really sorry.”

“You better be careful Georgie,” Fred says with a pointed, peevish sideways glance in Hermione’s direction, “wouldn’t want to incur the wrath of ickle Ronnikins now would we?” In that moment she swears she could deck him, and she’s sure he only said it because he knows she can’t.

“What’s going on here?” The voice cuts through the hilarity like an ice pick.

“Nothing dad!” Hermione trills defensively “We were just messing around.”

“Well no one invited me,” Ron groans at what he thinks is a discrete volume, but earns their party a withering look from Mrs. Weasley anyway.

“Sorry Ron,” Charlie offers diplomatically, “but we had an even six and if you joined then we would have had to ask Percy to play too —”

“— I heard that!” Comes the disembodied screech from inside.

“— which we of course would have thoroughly enjoyed but he’s just so hard at work helping to rebuild the wizarding world in these trying times.” Charlie works very hard at keeping a straight face while the rest of them burst into laughter again. He may have been laying it on a bit thick, but it works well enough to put an end to the subject, and they all go inside for tea. Fred shoots Hermione another peevish grin, and this time it’s undeniable; she wants to kiss him as much as she wants to absolutely eviscerate him.

Evening

No, Fred Weasley does not know what he’s doing. He just know it’s a bad idea, and that he can’t stop himself. He can’t stop his heart working double-time whenever he catches sight of Hermione. He can’t stop watching his younger brother talking to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, and thinking that it should be him. He couldn’t stop the rush he felt when he had Hermione in his arms, and he can’t stop wishing that he hadn’t had to let go. He couldn’t stop the hope that sparked in his chest when they landed and she looked at him that way, and he can’t stop it happening again every time he replays the moment in his head. He also cannot stop replying the moment in his head.

He can’t stop looking at her. He couldn’t stop himself from sitting across from her at dinner. He can’t stop himself brushing her fingers when she passes him the butter, and the salt, and the pepper and the peas. He can’t stop looking at how her skin glows bronze, and her dark hair flecks golden red in the warm, floating-candle light. He can’t stop thinking how he loved her first. He can’t stop any of it.

“You’re playing a dangerous game here,” Charlie says low into his ear, after the third time he asks Hermione to please pass the plate of Yorkshire puddings.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“She’s dating our brother.”

“I know that.”

“So what are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything” he snaps, struggling to keep an even keel. Charlie leans back with a satisfied smirk and says no more on the subject for the rest of dinner, but he does yelp when Fred spills hot soup onto his lap.

20th June 1996

Already Hogwarts felt like something from another age. Was it just months ago George and Fred turned the fifth floor corridor into a swamp and flew off into the sunset, hanging up their blue and and bronze ties with so much flair and theatricality? It didn’t seem possible. Held up in the early morning’s grey light, against the dense mist rolling over the glassy, black lake, that moment seems somewhat lurid now. So Voldermort was back. They already knew that, and now everyone else did too.

“Are we going to talk about yesterday?” Hermione asks, her voice splintering the thin silence. The question catches him entirely by surprise. First because he wasn’t sure how she knew it was him coming up behind her. Second because she had seemed to be ignoring him since the hospital.

“Do you want to talk about yesterday?”

“Why did you kiss me?” She tried to sound cold, but a slight whine in her voice made it obvious that she had been fretting over the question.

“Because I wanted too, and because I almost didn’t get the chance.

After some consideration, during which she was completely still and he shifted anxiously on his feet, she turned to him and said, “I think I’d like to do it again. Just to see.”

He kissed her without hesitation, tilting her head back with his hands on either side of her face. It was brief and it was sweet. “Was that okay?”

“That was perfect. Thank you.” She turned back to face the lake, agonisingly unreadable. After a moment, she reached out and silently took his hand.

22nd August 1998, Night

There is nothing Hermione wants more than to dive into bed and stay there until it’s time to go to King’s Cross. Or better, to simply wake up on the 2nd of September and find herself in History of Magic, or Transfiguration. Maybe if she was lucky, Professor McGonagall would teach her how to turn herself into a teapot. At least that way she will always be full of tea and she’ll never have to think about boys again. But no, there had to be showers, and hot chocolate, and going over the evening with her parents in agonising detail. When she at last manages to escape, she is already halfway up the stairs when her mother calls out.

“The twin with both ears — Fred — was he the young man that used to call all the time?”

“Yes,” Hermione replies curtly, a prickle of heat rising up her neck.

“What happened between the two of you?”

“Nothing,” she shrugs, trying her best to look nonchalant. Too much. Not enough.

She tries to go to sleep but fails. She reads but can’t concentrate, as is wont to happen on the rare occasions books seem to yield no answers or insight. Eventually she takes to laying upside down on her bed, staring at the pinprick lights criss-crossing her ceiling. There’s a tap at her window, and turning her head reveals a familiar old bird. A really old bird. At the sight of Errol she scrambles, perhaps a little too excitedly, to slide the window open. He offers her his leg, and the attached scrap of parchment. She scratches his head and offers him the small bowl of birdseed she keeps nearby for such occasions. He flies away. She unfurls the note, and sees the familiar, elegant script that he uses when he’s up to something:

Mademoiselle Granger,

I would like to request the joy of your company at Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour this coming Monday, the twenty-fourth of August, at ten o’clock ante meridiem.

Sincerely, F. Weasley

chapter one | chapter two

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foxtophat · 4 years

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HEY HEY HEY!!!! hey guys. haha. um, idk what to say exactly and tumblr likes to eat my posts so lets see how long this lasts:

its’ only been a couple months but i have been frothing at the mouth trying to figure out what next part of mercy to put out. i have a lot of much bigger stories to tell than this one, but kim and john sharing insomnia felt sort of like the right segue into those bigger bits. so for now, let’s just enjoy a 20k fic about Kim and John, and also a little about John and Nick, but mostly just about John and Jacob.

there are 3 chapters. i’ll post the 2nd one later this week (wednesday or friday i think) and the third will probably go up next monday. YEAH THAT’S RIGHT i actually have most of this one finished right out the gate!!!

as usual, i’ll put the entire chapter under a readmore in case you don’t want to leave tumblr. i hope you enjoy what i’ve got for you this time -- if not don’t worry, there will be more dramatic bullshit later :) comments, kudos, reblogs and likes are all the things that make ficwriting more fun than it already is, so consider helping me out if you enjoy what i’m doing. otherwise, have a good day!!!

Kim's dreams are normally composed of fleeting images in dark, monochrome colors. They're howling-wind nightmares or ethereal moments of peace, but they're short-lived and she's always disconnected from them. She hasn't had a real dream in probably nine years. She used to miss them, before John Seed reappeared with all of his night terrors, just in time to remind her of how good she has it. Now, she's glad that the most she has to contest with is a looming sense of dread that fades almost as soon as she wakes up.

But tonight, Kim is a long way away from all of that. She's standing at the kitchen sink in her childhood home, which is in full summer swing. The rosemary plant her mom keeps on the sill is in full bloom, thick green spikes dotted with blue puffball flowers. Beyond it, the Canadian sky is seawater green, and Kim marvels at the fluffy clouds drifting through the unnatural color. They seem to be floating by much faster than the still air outside would imply. It should rattle her, confuse her, but before that realization sinks in, her mom's voice distracts her away.

"Do you really think he's the one?" she asks, as skeptically as she had all those years ago when Kim first decided to move to Montana. Her mother had liked Nick, of course, because he was a likable guy, but Kim had known from the start that her parents were worried about her. They'd worried about her moving to a red state, about her trusting a man she'd seen a handful of times since they'd met. They hadn't understood the idea of purple pockets or internet dating, and while they supported Kim's love of rifle showmanship, they'd never trusted Nick owning more than three guns.

"What's the point, is all I'm asking," Kim's mom laughs in response to Kim's unspoken comment. "It seems strange to collect weapons..."

"Mom, he hunts !" she chides. "And anyway, he isn't the worst one out there."

"That's exactly what I worry about," her mom says. "What if something bad were to happen? His family is gone, and we'll be so far away..."

Kim sighs, the words stinging more than they should. The aqua colored sky begins to churn outside, the light filtering through a strange red haze. Inside, the sunlight reflects off the white counters, nearly blinding Kim.

"I'll be okay," she says, reciting an amalgamation of all her old defenses as her eyes readjust. "There are a lot of good people out there. They rely on each other a whole lot more than we do here."

"I worry about you, Kimiko. That's all." Her mother sighs sadly. "You'll understand when you have kids of your own."

"But mom..."

Kim tries to tell her that she already has a kid, but she can't muster up the words. After all, shouldn't she know? Wouldn't Kim have visited? Wouldn't she have brought Carmina into this very kitchen, all the surfaces glowing with light, and introduced them? Wouldn't her mom have been there when Carmina was born?

"It's unseasonably warm, isn't it," her dad remarks at the table. He's sitting there with a magazine as if he'd been there the whole time. He, like the rest of the room, glows from the inside, as though a flashlight were shining through his skin. It shines through the wood of the table, through her mom's curious smile, until Kim has to turn her face away. The room grows hotter and hotter, and in the far-off whistling wind she hears the first lonesome wail of an air-raid siren beginning to pick up. There's a blinding burst of light and howling wind, and Kim lifts her hands to her face, desperate not to look directly at the blast —

The bedroom is dark, warm and humid. At first, Kim doesn't know where she is, struggling to sit up, desperate to run, until all at once reality comes crashing back into focus. It doesn't help that she's pinned beneath Nick's arm and Carmina's full dead-sleeping weight.

Normally, moving would be out of the question. But Kim doesn't want this dream clinging to her memory, and she desperately wants to put some space between her and the nuclear glow of her mother's smile. Hell, maybe it isn't the dream at all — maybe it's the heat that's making lying here unbearable. Maybe it's the extra weight pinning her down, or a panic attack waiting in the wings — whatever it is, she needs to get up and run from it. As she worms her way out from underneath her family, Kim can feel the pressure building behind her eyes, fueled by the need to jog out the tension that will soon become unbearable. She needs to exercise the nightmare away before it sticks around and ruins the rest of her night.

It's probably already too late for that. The back of Kim's eyes are itchy with tears as she struggles to get free. She's already memorized her mom's smile, trapped forever in radioactive amber, and that alone is enough trauma to fuel ten more terrible dreams.

Nick and Carmina remain peacefully asleep, even as Kim extracts herself from the bed. That's good — the last thing she needs to do is worry Nick, whose own sleeping habits have just started to even out. He'll try to keep her company, and they'll just wind up keeping each other up, which wasn't ideal back in the day and definitely isn't ideal now .

Even though Carmina sleeps like the dead and Nick isn't likely to hear her, Kim is careful to watch out for the creakiest steps as she heads downstairs. Sunrise isn't for a few hours yet, but Kim isn't going to let that stop her from insomnia-pacing around her own home. It used to be that Kim would jog laps on the runway to clear her head, but that isn't going to work nowadays. She still wants to, of course; she's desperate to step out into the relatively cool night air and run herself ragged enough to pass out again, but that's out of the question. She's not about to break her own rule.

It's only once Kim is downstairs that she starts to relax, lighting one of the candles left out on the table. The light is just barely enough to see by, and Kim struggles to find something to clean up or organize in the half-dark. All of the coping mechanisms that got her through eight years of bunker living have fallen flat in the face of the apocalypse, but that doesn't keep her from trying them over and over again. Some techniques are more adaptable, but it isn't like she can dig into reorganizing the hangar for Nick at... whatever time it is now. Not without somebody catching her breaking her own rules about going outside alone.

If she had any books worth reading, she could throw herself into that, but she can't bear the manuals and children's books right now. Maybe if there was a radio station she could listen to... but no, she wouldn't want to risk burning out the radio after everything Nick and John went through to fix it. There's not going to be another Hail Mary when it comes to that kind of repair.

Her mom would probably use this time to make a series of endless lists. Grocery lists, to-do lists, lists of pros and cons for buying new appliances or inviting Kim's awful step-grandmother to her wedding... there was nothing that her mom couldn't organize into a column of bullet points or check-boxes. Kim could probably do with a few lists herself, but where is she supposed to get the paper? And even if a supply list wouldn't be a waste of resources, where would she go to fill it? It's going to be a while before they can pick up flour from the farmer's market again, that's for sure.

Well, at least wasting some paper will keep her mind busy. There's too much stuff they need, and she's going to drive herself crazy trying to remember all of it. Anyway, they've been using decades-old junk mail to prop up the radio desk — it can't be wasted if it was already trash, right?

She's careful in her search for a decent piece of mail, not wanting to tip the radio over as she jimmies a yellowed envelope from under the desk. It's only once she's back at the table with a worn-down nub of a pencil that she finds herself hesitating. After all, what is she supposed to write? What could they reasonably expect to get out here, with no supply chain to rely on? Everything that comes to mind is laughably improbable at best.

It doesn't really matter, though, does it? They're probably not going to be able to find anything besides what they can hunt and grow for themselves, so any food she writes down will be wishful thinking. John had offered to help their scavenging efforts, but it isn't likely they'll find working walkie-talkies or a new car. People who have been above ground longer than the Ryes have already taken over key resource points, and they'll be hard-pressed to give up things without a fair trade. And until they can reliably communicate with one another, trading is going to be nearly impossible. One day, maybe, they'll have trading posts and reliable supply chains, but like other pieces of their fractured society, that's not coming for a long time yet.

Staring at a blank piece of paper is worse than writing something stupid down, and so Kim quickly scribbles the word flour across the top of the envelope. She can't imagine that's going to be a reasonable expectation for a while, but at least it's on paper — and it's outlandish enough that it encourages her to continue, her thoughts darting between impossible dreams and honest reality. Salt , she thinks might not be quite as hard to find. Sugar, probably impossible. For now, they can hope for honey instead.

It goes on like that, growing more abstract as Kim lets herself dream. Milk, eggs, bread, twinkies , meat grinder, hamburgers, tomatoes, grains (seeds), grill (charcoal), gas, gas canisters (storage), duct tape, insulation foam (spray, sheet), toilet cleaner, toilet, hot water, plumbing, bathtub! , tarp, doors, ammunition, floodlights, security system, cans + string (security) —

Her flow is interrupted by a soft, distant thud somewhere upstairs. Kim listens for a few tense seconds, waiting to hear boots on the roof, the hiss of a walkie-talkie, or the slide-click of a gun being cocked. Without the cult, those fears go unrealized, and Kim slumps tiredly into her seat. She's just as paranoid about armed cultists tonight as she is about wild animals, although she's sure that's just her nightmare talking. Eden's Gate is nowhere near the threat it used to be.

The relief is short-lived, as is her solitude, when she hears an upstairs door click shut, followed by the sound of quick footsteps on the landing. The house is too old for any real attempt at stealth, but John tries to avoid the worst offending stairs on his way down. He only realizes Kim is there when he notices the candlelight, coming to an abrupt stop on the last step, one hand clutching the banister tight.

He's sweaty and out of sorts as he wipes his limp hair out of his face. "Oh," he rasps. "Kim."

He's surprised to see her. Kim should be surprised, too — it's one thing to know that John wanders the house at night, but it's another to see it happen in real-time. Honestly, she's barely phased by his appearance. John's sleep schedule has been bunker-erratic ever since Nick brought him home, and no amount of diurnal activity has managed to change it. If anything, Kim suspects he gets less sleep now than he did underground. It isn't for lack of trying, she's sure, but this isn't the first time she's heard him stumbling around in the dark. It's just the first time she's been in the same boat.

"Late night?" she asks.

John struggles once more with the hair in his eyes before giving up. "Just needed some air," he rasps, minding his volume. "Some water."

"Don't mind me," she replies, surprising herself with her own ambivalence. Knowing he moves around while they're sleeping is one thing, but seeing it should be upsetting. It should bother her when he avoids creaky floorboards on his way to help himself to their fresh water. It should make her angry to see him using their resources; at the very least, it should have upset her back when it began normalizing. But, honestly, it hadn't. Kim had just been relieved to see John acting like a person, and not just a haunted shell.

John wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, regarding Kim with deep uncertainty that Kim mostly makes out from his hunched shoulders and tense posture. He tries to hide just how lost he is, but Kim never misses it when he slips. It's not that she's sympathetic towards him, exactly, but she knows just enough about his history to want to pity him.

He doesn't speak, not even after the silence stretches out. Maybe he's waiting for her to make the first move?

The thought almost makes her laugh, but she still cuts him some slack. "Can't sleep either, huh?" she asks.

"Hardly ever," John replies, although he clearly isn't looking for reassurance. He takes a step away from the kitchen, hovering in the nebulous space between the table and the stairs. He's usually quick to leave Kim alone — quicker than he is with Nick, anyway — and so she appreciates the fact that he doesn't run now.

His voice cracks on its low pitch as he haltingly asks, "What are you doing?"

For just a second, Kim imagines giving John the cold shoulder and telling him it's none of his business. But the thought fades as quickly as it comes; it's replaced by the knowledge that John is just as dependent on the family's supplies as she is. Anything she needs, he'll also need. And besides, she's almost positive he'd been in control of the cult's supplies, which means he might have an idea of what they should realistically be looking for. He would know what the cult had planned to do, and she could probably translate that into useful advice.

"Just making a list," she sighs. It sounds stupid enough to make her wince, and she concedes with a joke, "You know, for the next time we're at Wal-Mart."

John huffs in amusement and approaches the table. Now that she's got an audience, Kim wants nothing more to do with the list, and so she pushes towards him before slumping back into her chair. Instead of the quick, distracted glance she had been expecting, John leans over to read it in full. The longer he reads, the more embarrassed Kim is of her late-night daydreaming, but he finishes with the list before she can grab it back.

"Some of these are... more manageable than others," he says, using the same kind of diplomacy he utilizes whenever Nick makes a particularly dumb comment.

"Uh, yeah ," she says, embarrassed even if she isn't surprised. "I know. It was just... taking up space in my head. I needed to write it down, otherwise, I'm going to be up all night."

Kim runs her hand through her hair, waiting for John to retreat as quickly as he'd arrived. Instead, John rereads the list once more. Kim can see his amusement much more plainly as he leans into the candlelight. It highlights the deep bags under his eyes as well, but who isn't carrying that particular mark of exhaustion these days?

"Ammunition isn't as high on the list as I'd imagined," he comments.

"We're okay on bullets for now," she replies. "And it's not like there's much to spare."

Whether or not that satisfies John, Kim isn't sure. He only hums in response, eyes roaming down the paper.

"I see you didn't bother to add more guns."

"We don't need more guns," Kim insists, although it's not strictly true. She's just hesitant to overwhelm the house with firearms. They've been getting on just fine with what they have — any more, and they might turn into a target themselves. One day, sure, they'll need to find something for Carmina to carry on her own, but that day is a long, long way away.

She doesn't need to explain herself to anyone, let alone John Seed, but as he watches her and waits for more, she feels compelled to justify herself. "I don't think we're going to find spare guns or ammunition just lying around, and I'm not about to take them by force. We've managed just fine with what we have."

"For now," John points out. "Things could change. It won't stay this calm forever."

"Why not?" Kim retorts, feeling childish and petulant as soon as the words leave her mouth. "Why do you even care? You're certainly not getting armed."

John clicks his tongue against his teeth. "It's not that," he says, only to abruptly roll over with a muttered, "Never mind."

If John thinks he can avoid the conversation that easily, he has another thing coming. "No, what is it?" she asks.

"It's nothing," he sighs, as if arrogantly dismissing her will keep Kim from pushing. When Kim only frowns unhappily back at him, he reluctantly relents. "Joseph had said taking your weapons was the only way we could ensure you wouldn't use them after the Collapse. And if we didn't lock them away, it would be all you would look for." He stares at the list, although Kim imagines his thoughts are about fifty miles away. "It's stunning how wrong he was about everything. But there are reminders everywhere."

John rarely speaks about Joseph; Kim hasn't heard him broach the subject of his own volition before. The only person who ever talks to him about his brother is Jerome, and those conversations are private and short. Having John bring him up with almost no needling feels like a step forward, even if it's only a small one. Even though John is anxious saying Joseph's name.

It's so easy to forget how much control Joseph had over John. Kim has to make a concentrated effort now and again to remind herself that Joseph hadn't only brainwashed normal, desperate people, but his own family. She can't imagine doing anything to Carmina or Nick that would turn them into the angry, anxious mess John had been even before the Collapse. Not even if it meant they would always do what they were told and would trust her implicitly. She couldn't bear it if Nick ever talked about her the way John talks about Joseph. It's late enough that Kim finds herself wondering how Joseph can even sleep at night.

"It's stupid," John says, taking Kim's contemplative silence as disapproval. "I should have known better."

He inhales, letting out a shaky breath, and closes his eyes briefly. When he opens them, they're suspiciously shiny in the candlelight. It sparks a genuine pang of sympathy in Kim, but there's nothing she can say or do to help him. Nothing she's done so far has made an impact.

"Some of this is reasonable enough," John says, desperately trying to redirect the conversation back to the list. It's an obvious, flat-footed attempt to avoid a tender spot in his psyche, but Kim is willing to let it slide.

"Sure, eventually . But we're a long way off from hot baths and backyard barbecues, much less flour and sugar."

"Those are... less reasonable," he admits, dragging his finger across one of the harder to come by items. Still, he isn't nearly as deterred as she is. "But not everything is impossible to come by. Insulation, for one. Tarp, duct tape. Components like that should be easy enough to find." He taps his finger against the envelope. "And there still places to investigate. Root cellars nobody bothered to touch. Caches you never found. Things hidden in places you wouldn't know to look, especially if you weren't in the Project."

Frowning, Kim rereads a few of the items upside-down from her side of the table. "It's been almost nine years," Kim points out, reluctant to get her hopes up so easily. "Isn't it more likely that everything good has already been discovered?"

Still... John's mentioned secret Eden's Gate supplies before. Given the size of the project and how long they were operating in the county, it's not impossible that some of their hidden stashes haven't been found yet. And they were planning for the apocalypse, right? They'd likely have saved things that could last for a long time. John isn't wrong — more ammunition and more weapons would be helpful. At the very least, they could help arm other survivors.

"It wouldn't hurt to have a look, I guess," Kim relents after thinking it over. "How good is your memory?"

That earns her a rare, quiet chuckle from John. "Middling to poor," he admits, "Although if I had a map, it would help. It would make it easier to mark what I remember."

"To think, it only took nine years and an apocalypse for you to finally hand over the intel."

John huffs, but his response is only mildly offended. "Do you want what I have to offer, or not?"

"Don't be like that," Kim says, placating him with a smile. "It would be a big help. It'll help me sleep better, anyway."

It seems there's more on John's mind than Kim teasing him, since he takes the non-apology and moves on without a fight. "Jacob had caches buried for after the Reaping," he says. "They'll most likely be weapons, but he was... hard to read. It could be that he stored survival equipment in one. There were a few in the valley, but most of them would be in the mountains."

Kim shakes her head at that. "As far as I've heard, nobody's made it very far north. And the stories I have heard aren't good. The dam broke, so a lot of the area is flooded, and supposedly the radiation is still pretty bad."

John hums briefly as he considers the facts. He leans contemplatively over the list, and for a moment Kim wonders if this was a common occurrence for him before the Collapse. How many late nights did he spend bent over a map while his brothers watched and waited for his decisions? She has to suspect it was a lot, because this is the first time she's seen John look even remotely confident.

That confidence is clear in his voice as he remarks defiantly, "I suppose the valley will do until we get airborne again. Let flooding stop us then ."

"Oh, okay," Kim laughs, checking her volume before she lets her amusement wake up the rest of her family. "You are just like Nick. Neither of you are going to give up until you get back in the sky, huh?"

"Exactly," John replies. "I won't trust anybody else to do it. Realistically, a helicopter would be the best option..."

"Oh, right," Kim chuckles. " Realistically ."

John taps accusingly at the list and raises an eyebrow at her. "Less realistic than hot water and iodized table salt?"

If Kim didn't know better, she might think that John is actually teasing her. He normally saves that kind of attitude for Nick, who prefers arguing through and around problems. Kim, on the other hand, rarely has the energy to deal with avoidance tactics, and so she tends to demand his sincerity. Thankfully, the liminal time of just-about-three has softened her stance on the matter.

"Okay," she relents with a smile. "Sure. Might as well add helicopters to the list." It would be a pretty big get for them, all things considered. And anyway, John's right — Kim wouldn't trust flying in a plane jury-rigged together by anyone other than Nick.

But that's a resource that will come in the nebulous future, and Kim's too realistic to worry years in advance right now. There are more pressing concerns to deal with, first — like food, water and security. Any caches John can find will at least fulfill one of those priorities, although Kim can't imagine the cult storing anything other than ammunition and weapons. But even if the caches don't pan out, they might find valuable scrap, like logs for firewood, furniture they can re-purpose, or even old survivalist caches that nobody thought to dig up after the world ended. And now that there are four of them, Kim won't feel so uncomfortable when Nick wants to drive to the middle of nowhere looking for supplies.

Kim sighs with relief, feeling a weight roll off her back that she hadn't been trying to remove. "Things will be a lot easier if you can help us with supplies. And I'll feel better about Nick going out if he has somebody to watch his back."

John pulls the same face he usually makes when someone implies they trust him. Kim could ignore it — after all, John doesn't need to believe they trust them for it to be true. Too bad for him, it's too late at night for her to turn a blind eye. "Oh, get over it," she tells him, unable to help a lopsided smile at his offended scowl. "I seriously doubt you're planning on murdering us at this point. And I know Nick is smart enough to knock the crap out of you if he thinks you've changed your mind."

"I won't," John immediately replies.

Kim believes him, if only because there's nobody left for John to rely on other than them. "Good. Because if I can trust you, that means I won't worry about Nick when he decides to go farther than town. It means we can spend more meaningful time with Carmina, too. Anyway, Nick likes bossing you around, and you like being bossed around, so everybody wins."

John ducks his head, embarrassed, but Kim laughs to let him know she's only teasing. "Seriously," she says, relenting for his benefit, "It does help. It's good to have somebody else to rely on."

"I... want to be helpful," John replies, although Kim suspects that he might be confusing his wants and needs again. It's not quite a compulsion anymore, but even John's most heated attempts to argue about a job end with him rolling over quick. He hasn't outright refused to do something, and Kim doesn't think he ever will, if only to prove to himself one more time that he might actually be capable of change.

It might get annoying one day, but for now, Kim can respect his intense desire to make amends. She just wishes he would accept some form of gratitude or praise in return, to make it less awkward on her end.

Kim rests her hands momentarily on the tabletop, tapping her fingers briefly against the wood. "Okay," she softly declares, "I think I'm going to try to get back to sleep." Whatever she winds up dreaming about now, she's pretty sure it won't be the same awful nightmare again — and that's at least partially because of John's intervention. She figures it's worth telling him as much. "You made a pretty good distraction, so thanks."

He nods immediately in response. "Of course," he replies, momentarily bewildered as he checks Kim's expression for signs of sarcasm or annoyance. His posture relaxes as Kim stands, although Kim imagines his relief is temporary. He's pretty good at working himself up into anxious frenzies — staying out of them is another matter entirely.

"Try to get some sleep yourself, okay?" Kim suggests.

There's no way John means it when he says, "I will," but at least he's willing to placate her instead of getting mad at her being concerned in the first place.

"And try not to wake up Carmina."

John nods affirmatively. Kim's positive that he'll sneak outside once she's gone upstairs, but at least he's waiting patiently for her to leave. If it weren't for her returning exhaustion, Kim might've used him as an excuse to do her own late-night workout, but it'll have to do to merely turn a blind eye to him edging around her rule about going out after dark alone. Kim and Nick have both been woken up by the exterior doors, but John never goes beyond the planters out back, and he always closes up when he comes back in. Kim could call him out on it, but... well, it seems like he needs the freedom.

Kim says goodnight and is mildly surprised when John returns it without any lingering sarcasm. He must be pretty tired, but that's not really a surprise. Hopefully, he'll try to take some of her concern to heart, or at least pretend for her sake.

Although Carmina is definitely still asleep when Kim returns to the bedroom, Nick is watching her with bleary-eyed curiosity. He waits until she's closed the door to speak up, and even then it's a dull, quiet whisper.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

He doesn't mind waiting for Kim to creep back to bed before she answers. "It is," she tells him, gratefully crawling into bed as he opens his arms for her. He folds his arms over her shoulders, letting her wiggle into a comfortable spot before she explains in a whisper. "I needed to move around, and John came downstairs. That's all."

"Hope he wasn't a creep," Nick mumbles into her hair. Kim sighs laughingly into his collarbone, which is already sticking to her cheek with sweat. There's no way she's going to be wrapped up in Nick's arms all night, not when it's this hot, but she'll appreciate it while she's got it.

"Not yet," Kim says. "Just talking about supplies." She presses a kiss to Nick's shoulder and whispers, "We'll talk about it in the morning."

Nick hums happily into Kim's hair. "Sounds good to me," he mumbles. The less they talk about John Seed, the better, after all. Especially right now, when they're tangled up in bed with their daughter snoring next to them; there's no room for serious conversation, and there's absolutely no room for John. There's no space for the nightmares that woke her, either; as Kim falls asleep, Nick's hand tangled up in her hair, she thankfully forgets everything save for a warm, melancholy amber glow.

#fc5 #fcnd #john seed #kim rye #far cry new dawn #its only the first 5 right i can't remember #i feel like i was channeling james a janice here for a minute #HEY GUYS welcome to the kill count where we'll be tallying up all the skeletons in john seed's closet #mercyverse #my fic

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A better life (Chapter 15, Avengers x reader)

ay hi here’s chapter 15, will post 16 on the 2nd of February, i’ve got a lot of projects for school that i need to get done by the end of the month

at this point i have even less idea of what i’m doing than i did when i started this series, but like, technically, this is my fic and i get to do what i want, but i just don’t want to disappoint any of you, and i’m trying to bring it to a close soon, and i haven’t forgotten about the anon who asked me to write a thing and i will be starting that soon, sorry for the wait, i have reasons that i won’t go into detail unless anyone asks

i hope you enjoy this, cause i really like Tony Stark and also Peter Parker so like, obviously there’s gonna be a lot of them everywhere,, please like and reblog and comment and stuff like that, feel free to tell me what you liked or didn’t really like, i wanna know what you guys enjoy reading

tw for this: panic attack (from being touched on the shoulder)

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Chapter 15:

When you woke up from yet another nightmare, which you remembered better than the others, you just couldn’t go back to sleep. It was impossible. You’d been trying for half an hour, your frustration with yourself increasing from not being able to just get over it and move on with your life. It was about 5am at that point, and the sun would be rising pretty soon.

*I’m.. gonna go for a walk*, you decided. Maybe it would help. Hopefully. Maybe instead of walking in circles in your head, you could do that, but around the building. Just a few times, to clear your head. Inhale the air of the early morning, while barely anyone else was outside.

You got dressed and quietly headed through the hallway and the common room, finding yourself in front of the lift seconds later.

On your way out, you heard some snoring. You went to check where it came from, and it turned out Tony was still on the couch. He must’ve been really exhausted. Now, there was a plate of food and an empty mug standing on the table in front of him, so at least he’d woken up and had some food before going back to sleep.

You left the building. On your way back, after turning in circles around it a few times, you settled down on a comfortable bench. You inhaled deeply as the sun rose on the horizon. Half an hour later, watching the sky change colours as the giant star slowly continued its path in it, you decided to go back inside. You did have work later today, and you were receiving your paycheque, so you thought it might be good for you to try and get another hour of sleep before the day actually began.

When you got back, Tony was up, walking around in the common room. You greeted each other, and though he was confused as to why you had been outside at such an early time and really wanted the details, you asked if you could explain later. Thankfully, he accepted to wait.

You managed to get a bit of extra sleep before having to go off to work. While on lunch break, you did the same thing as you did the day before: you took some of your other belongings, and kept them in the luggage at work only to bring them back to the room you had in the Stark Tower when you got off work. During your shift, things went pretty well, but there was a few more difficult customers than usually, and by the time it was over, you couldn’t wait to get back to your room, lie back in your bed, and relax.

Though you were tired, you really wanted to hang out with Peter again for a while, maybe play some video games again since you both enjoyed it so much. So you texted him, and found out he was free the rest of the day. He was going to come by anyway, and you decided to meet in the computer room where you had met.

Maybe twenty-five minutes later, the two of you were already sitting together in the couch, playing a game you had suggested. He seemed to be really enjoying himself. He was also talking a lot about MJ again, which warmed your heart. You were reminded of how happy she made him, so you asked questions about them, to which he happily responded. After a while, he excused himself to the bathroom.

Minutes were beginning to feel like hours, maybe even days, but somehow, you managed to fall asleep in the small window of time Peter was away.

You woke up hours later, and he sat next to you. There was a blanket on you, undoubtedly placed there by Peter, which you were thankful for: the room did get a bit chilly at times because of the air conditioning in summer.

You yawned, covering your face with your hand, and briefly stretched.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Oh, hey. Thank you”, you gestured vaguely at the blanket.

He nodded.

“Rough day?”

“Eh, I suppose. Got screamed at by some customers. It was wild.”

“Oh?” He looked a bit worried, but there was also a “wtf” look on his face.

“One was mad that her sandwich had a tomato slice. Normally this would be okay, and we would remove the slice, or we could make a new sandwich so the tomato wouldn’t touch it, but she immediately went off at me for it, even though the sandwich was pre-made. Not to mention, it visibly had a tomato in it. She demanded to speak to my manager, and when I brought him over, they talked and she stormed out of the shop. Another customer caused a scene because he “wanted one large fry, not a ton of fucking small ones.” And another one was mad because he spilled his own coffee this morning. He began screaming about it. He spilled it outside. The biggest problem? He bought it at a shop that was literally half an hour away from hours. He demanded a refund and a new drink because he’s a busy man and doesn’t want to spend more money than necessary.”

“Damn”, he muttered in disbelief.

“Yup. I tell you, I was this close to crying because of this shit. Like, this makes no sense, you know? A single big fry instead of a ton of little ones? Does he think we sell a fry the size of a dozen potatoes?”

“That really sucks. I’m sorry you had to deal with that. Honestly, though, I would eat that.” He chuckled.

You nodded in agreement, and shortly went back to playing video games for a bit longer, since he soon had to go back home.

When he left, you decided to go back to your room. You sent a message to your mother, telling her everything was fine and all that, just to get her off your back in case she was thinking of calling you.

As you stepped out of the lift, you spotted Wanda and Pietro playfully pushing each other around in a couch, and Tony and Clint drinking coffee and having a conversation at the table. Natasha was nowhere to be seen, but James Rhodes and Sam Wilson were chilling near Tony. You quietly walked over to the hallway before someone’s hand landed on your shoulder, gripping it. You grabbed the hand, feeling like you were suddenly full of dread, and threw it off, turned around, instinctively and quickly backing away. Your heart was racing, your breathing going faster than it was supposed to, and the things around you became slightly blurry, to the point of having to lean on the wall to not lose balance and fall down.

All you saw in front of you was a blurred figure of a person, and long hair the colour of fire. *Wanda.*

“Hey, shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay? It’s just me. I won’t hurt you. It’s okay.”

In your confused and scared state, you were frantically looking for an escape route that didn’t involve being in front of people; you were trying to find your room. You were really trying to calm down though, but knowing that Wanda felt something was off the day before when you had a bad flashback, you wanted to leave immediately: you didn’t want her to know what was going on. She’d probably been through worse. It was fine. *She doesn’t need to know, Y/N.*

“Y/N, it’s okay. I get it if you don’t want to talk about whatever it is that’s making you feel bad. I’m really not sure what to do in this situation.. Do you want me to get Stark?” She seemed pretty uneasy and stressed out.

You nodded and weakly mumbled a thanks to Wanda. She left in a hurry, and you sat down on the floor, hugging your knees, trying not to hyperventilate more than you already were. You closed your eyes, trying to remind yourself that you weren’t anywhere near your mother, that no one here would hurt you, that you were safe. It wasn’t working. You could still feel the hand gripping your shoulder, and you kept trying to scratch the touch off, not even noticing the stinging pain in your shoulder from scratching it so much though you were wearing a hoodie.

You heard a deep muffled voice say something from the common room, and footsteps were coming closer, going faster and faster, practically running.

Seconds later, Tony was sitting in front of you, talking to you, trying to get you to breathe, reminding you of the time you should be taking to inhale and exhale. He kept talking to you for a few more minutes, telling you that you were going to be okay, that you’re safe here. He sat with you until you could breathe properly and form coherent sentences again.

“Kid, I’ve got you, alright? What happened?”

You were still having trouble making eye contact, but you could tell just by the tone of his voice that he was worried.

“Uh.. Wanda, she, um.. grabbed my shoulder. And um, I.. I panicked? Yeah.”

“Alright. It’s okay, I’ll ask her and anyone else not to grab you or touch you without warning, alright? Would that be good?”

“Yeah.. thank you, mister Stark. I’m sorry, I, uh, I.. I didn’t mean to.”

“I know. It’s okay. It happens to me too. It’s understandable that it happens to you, after what you told me. It’s okay, you’re safe here. You’ll never have to return there, soon.”

You nodded and closed your eyes, taking some more time to focus on your breathing, trying to match it to his as an example of normal, not-having-a-panic-attack breathing. Having him there, right beside you, was really comforting.

After a few minutes, everything was back to normal again, though you were more exhausted than before.

“You’re safe”, Tony said, with a soft expression on his face. “It’s alright.” He stayed quiet for a minute. “I’m guessing you’ll be wanting to go to your room?” He smiled softly.

You mumbled a soft “yeah”, and he walked with you until you reached your room. He left when you thanked him with a small smile and closed the door behind you.

*I definitely need a nap.*

You lied in bed for less than half an hour before falling asleep.

#avengers fic #avengers fanfic #avengers fanfiction #avengers fics #avengers x reader #avengers x reader fanfiction #avengers x reader fanfic #avengers x reader fic #avengers x abused!reader

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randomnessunicorn-imagine · 5 years

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🌠 STAR TREK DEEP SPACE 9: FANFICTION 🌠

Since people have stopped sending me asks, I think I have to do it by myself and just invent something alone, so I just wrote a fanfiction.

Recently, I’ve found my lost inspiration and had some idea, so I've decided to write a long fanfiction. I hope it could be interesting and that you'll find it amusing.

Then I love Odo and Quark, they are among my favourite characters and I love writing about them. I had to do it!

This is only the first part and I don't know how many chapters this long-fict will have. I only wish that I'll be able to write everything and don’t lose my effort, because I'm still very lazy. I know myself very well---

I hope someone will read it, but I thought this idea would be funny to write so I’m trying to do it. I’ve tried to make this fanfiction like an episode of Star Trek.

Support me with likes and reblogs, please! Especially if you want to read more about it.

📜 DS9 FANFICTION: ODO X FEM! READER X QUARK 📜

✨ FIRST CHAPTER: Swapped out ~

The stars shone outside the window of your quarters as if they were eyes of fire that illuminated your life, they were so far away, beautiful and you had always loved observing the stars since you were a little girl, when you didn’t know a thing about this mysterious world. You still did not know much and you loved to be surprised by the strange and unexpected plot twists of life.

When you were a child, you liked admiring the sky; you often lied on the grass with your father and scrutinized the space above you. It was a masterpiece, you thought the stars were magical and if every person was made of stardust, it meant that you could be made of stardust, too. You could be as magical as a star.

They told you that the stars were able to realize wishes, so every time you saw a shooting star crossing the night sky, you made a wish and hoped it could become true. No wish of those became true but it was still amusing and you enjoyed the moments you spent with your father anyway.

However, this was only an infantile dream. Then you learnt the truth, the stars were not magical and they didn’t even realize wishes like some terrestrial old stories told but they were still marvellous. Even if it was a lie, you didn’t feel sad, because you had been able to realize your dreams alone. You were an officer of the Starfleet, you were a capable engineer, and this was the greatest dream you could realize in your life.

This life was not bizarre enough and nobody could say what happened that night, if it was a magic of the stars or some spell of the prophets but that night you didn’t wake up as yourself.

You didn’t realize anything at first, but when you woke up, you felt weird, different and out of place. You heard sounds you had never heard before and you perceived the world around you strangely. Maybe you were still dreaming, it was just a trick of your mind.

Actually, your head hurt, it pulsed as if a band was playing in your brain. Then you rose up, sitting on the edge of the bed, you got up and went to your bathroom. What you saw in the mirror freaked you out. Because the imagine reflected there did not belong to you. It was another person. It was Quark.

You started touching your face, analysing every detail you saw; your ears were big and sensitive, your teeth so sharp and yellow, your skin so dark and even your sense of hearing was super developed because you could hear your neighbour’s snoring and you felt shorter than usual. Well, you were shorter. You were not yourself anymore.

You were shocked, so you stood still there, paralyzed and confused. It was not possible. You even tried to pinch yourself, trying to wake up from this nightmare but nothing happened. This was not a dream, it was real, tangible.

It seemed, Quark and you had swapped your bodies, a mystery of how this occurred.

“Oh, no. No, no, no! What happened to me? Why this? Oh, my God!” you told to yourself as you went out of your bathroom, then you took a step back and you fell on a sofa. Then you noticed, these quarters were not yours, you had just realized it. This was Quark’s room, so your mind moved into his body, you supposed.

You were now Quark, your dear friend Quark, but your mind was the same, only your appearance had changed and you were aware of yourself. This was a half identity exchange and then you wondered if it happened to Quark too. Was he in your body now? Was he walking around the station looking like you? Maybe he was as scared as you were.

Weirdest things happened in this station and so you should have not been so scared, you were still a well trained Starfleet Officer and so you were able to deal with every situation without losing your mind. Therefore, you asked the computer where he was located.

"Computer, please, locate Quark." You asked to the computer with a severe tone of voice.

"Quark is in his quarters, which is here." and then you sighed because this was an idiotic question but you almost forgot that the computer saw you as the real Quark.

"Excuse me, computer, where is Lieutenant Y/N?" you asked and this time the computer seemed able to answer.

"Lieutenant Y/N is in her quarters.” said the computer with its inanimate voice.

Then you started running through the corridors, some officers looked at you badly, so you slowed down, marching fast until you reached your quarters.

Now how could you get in, the computer didn't recognize you as the owner of these accommodations so you could only knock and hope not to scare Quark.

The Ferengi man, who now looked like you, was still asleep but you insisted so much to the door’s button that he woke up instantly, falling off the bed and screaming like crazy.

Then you heard your voice whispering annoyed, "I'm coming, such a rude manners!" you were amazed how much your hearing was evolved because you were able to listen to his whispers that came from the other side of the room. It was so strange but interesting. You almost felt like a super hero with mysterious super powers but this was not the right time to think about this absurdity.

Quark, that you, opened the door; his eyes were irritated and tired but his expression changed as soon as he saw you, realizing that the person in front of him was himself. The scream he made caused you pain in the eardrums and then you had plugged your ears.

"Don't scream like that, it hurts." You said, as your ears started pulsing but then he stopped screaming. He was petrified and didn't know what to say.

"Who are you, an impostor?" He shouted, "Security, help me!" and then you took him by the shoulders, actually, you took yourself by the shoulders.

"I'm Y/N, I don't know what happened, it seems, our bodies are swapped somehow.” You tried to explain with calm but you could read the anxiety in his eyes, in your eyes.

"You are bloody mad” said Quark and then he looked at himself in the mirror and what he saw frightened him more because the image reflected in the mirror was not him. He wasn't even a Ferengi. It was the lieutenant Y/N, you. Then he screamed, and your sensitive ears started hurting again.

"Oh God, Quark, stop yelling, please." You screamed too, because the pain was unbearable.

"But you are Quark. Who am I?" he asked, touching his face as he still did stare at the imagine reflected in the mirror.

"No, you are Quark, I am Y/N" you said, it was too hard to explain.

"Absurd. How can you be me and me be you?" Quark thought it was a cruel joke or maybe a sort of punishment or a fraud. It was impossible. There was no logic in this!

" It was an accident... Maybe we should have a medical opinion about it." you suggested, since you were unable to give a proper explanation about it, maybe someone more competent than you could give you a diagnosis and even find a solution.

"Yes, let’s go to the doctor Bashir." You and Quark said in unison and only a genetically modified man like Julian could help you or the two of you would remain stuck in each other bodies for the rest of the eternity.

> OTHER CHAPTERS:

Odo x Fem! Reader x Quark, 2nd chapter: Identity Issues

Odo x Fem! Reader x Quark, 3rd chapter: Deal

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just-a-dumb-gay · 5 years

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I have an idea on how Handon could end and Hizzie could become a thing. (Warning: Long post)

And also a very rough half decent idea for how like all of season 2 can go. And the Hizzie part of season 3. (This is just hoping and assuming we'll get season 3 lol)

Now I'm thinking of season 2 having roughly 16 episodes again. So that's how im going to type this, just for a rough guestimates.

Okay so we know the magic of malivore is still active (because nobody remembers Hope) despite malivore APPARENTLY being destroyed.

So imagine someone remembers Hope. Said person (or people) then spend episodes 2x01 to 1st half 2x04 trying to find a way to get her out. Then the second half of 2x04 to 2x06 getting her out.

Even though she's out nobody remembers her other than said person (or people) that got her out. So 2x07 to 2x10 is then a somewhat peaceful time as they are trying to figure out how to make everyone remember Hope. Which they then succeed, but its kind of the 2x10 cliffhanger.

Now obviously trying to bring back and remember Hope wont be the only storyline going on. So 2x11 starts with us finding out they're plan to make everyone remember Hope worked. Then the rest of the episode is reunions and catching Hope up on the rest of the chaos going on.

In 2x12, Hope is helping out with other plotlines going on. Kind of a filler episode without much going on. Then the end of 2x12 is some confusing cliffhanger.

2x13 we then found out malivore isnt totally gone, bringing Hope out reveresed the magic. Kinda like how a normal stake to the heart kills an original vamp, but not permanently.

2x13 - 2x15 is then spent finding out malivore is actually up walking around again. Following leads and such to try and find out where it is. And at the end of the episode they're gearing up to go after him.

2x16 is then an epic battle pretty much. And the way malivore fights is by spitting out monsters. So they aren't fighting malivore as such, just the monsters it's puking.

There would probably be the twins, Hope and Landon, Ric and a vamp or 2. Probably MG and/or Kaleb. And to get everyone around, id think they'd be using that ugly car from the road trip episode.

So:-

- First quarter of 2x16 spent finding malivore.

- 2nd quarter spent going over a plan and everyone getting into position.

- 3rd quarter spent trying and succeeding at taking down malivore. Actually killing it this time.

- finale quarter. Everyone seeing to injuries and stuff like that.

They then find out Landon died during the whole fighting the monsters part. Hope is obviously upset, but doesn't worry too much thinking he'll come back.

So there's a small time jump (like a couple hours). The twins and Hope asleep in the car.

I'm thinking Josie asleep in the front seat after dozing off while talking to Ric who's nearby with Landon.

And then Hope and Lizzie passed out in the middle. Either one totally on top of the other simply cos that sounds cute. But most likely one has their head on the others shoulder or one lying down using the others legs as a pillow.

And MG and/or Kaleb just sitting in the back of the car minding their own business, maybe asleep too.

And Ric watching over Landon, waiting for him to come back.

Then, the last scene is Ric taking a closer look at Landons body before saying something like "You should've burst into flames by now." And boom season 2 ends.

Season 3 picks up immediately after, with Ric waking up Hope. Accidentally waking Lizzie at the same time.

So Ric explains Landon should've woke up by now and Hope grabs some research stuff they had about malivore that they brought with them. So the 3 of them sit beside Landon and have a look through it.

At first they cant find anything. Then there's a bit Ric explains he didnt understand, but now he does.

A bit explaining that the magic of malivore will dissapear when malivore dies. That magic including any abilities of malivores offspring. Meaning Landon became an ordinary human when malivore died.

So Hope is obviously upset, full on sobbing and everything. Ric is about to comfort her, but to his slight surprise Lizzie is quick to hug Hope. Obviously Hope and Lizzie being closer now and trusting Lizzie, she just collapses into Lizzie.

So after that, Lizzie becomes very protective over Hope. Doing everything she can to be near Hope, and everything she can to comfort Hope. Maybe even at Landons funeral, Hope clinging onto Lizzie's arm.

So Lizzie spends alot more time with Hope who constantly tries to push everyone away. Just puts up all the walls that fell down during season 1. Not wanting anyone to care about her because everyone that does winds up hurt or worse.

Lizzie is the only one who is stubborn enough to barge her way back into Hopes life (despite how cold Hope tries to be towards everyone).

When Hope is still trying to be alone, Lizzie would just sit somewhere in Hopes room and talk to her even though Hope is doing her best to ignore Lizzie in the hope she'll give up and go away.

Eventually Hopes walls start to crumble and they start to have short conversations in Hopes room. And eventually that builds into going out and sitting by the lake, walking in the woods and visiting Landons grave.

Eventually, on one of their visits to Landons grave. Lizzie just looks at the gravestone before saying something like "Cant believe I actually miss you, Hobbit." without thinking. She's about to apologise but is surprised to hear Hope laugh a little. Not much of a laugh, like if you weren't listening you would've missed it.

So that happens. Then slowly but surely Hope becomes happier, mostly because of Lizzie.

They grow closer and we see Lizzies feelings for Hope become stronger, yet she decides not to act upon them because she doesn't want to be disrespectful towards Hopes love for Landon and give her a decent amount of time to mourn Landon.

Now I have 2 ½ ideas for their first kiss (and yes they are kinda cliche, but cute. So don't judge):-

1 - On one of their late night trips to sit down by the lake, they've got a big blanket wrapped around them both. Lizzie has her head on Hope's shoulder and Hope notices Lizzie starting to doze off. She lets Lizzie sleep for a while before deciding it's getting a little cold.

So she gently wakes Lizzie up and cant help but laugh at how cute tired Lizzie is.

Lizzie then says something but Hope doesn't notice cos she's to busy staring at Lizzie.

Lizzie then manages to snap Hope out her daze and Hope cant stop herself anymore and kisses Lizzie.

2.1 - They're out walking in the woods. Hope trips and Lizzie manages to stop her from falling. But the way she grabs Hope, when Hope regains her balance she's barely an inch away from Lizzie's face (or as close as they possibly can be considering the adorable height difference). And then they both stare for a moment before going in for a kiss at the same time.

2.2 - Theyre in the woods and Hope trips. Lizzie tries to stop her but instead gets dragged down with Hope and lands on top of her. Same thing as 2.1, they both stare for a second then kiss.

And then just a whole load more Hizzie couple cuteness and Hizzie endgame!

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I got so carried away with this lmao. Legit took me like 2 hours to type it all (well, between texting and coughing alot so maybe more like an hour and a half)

I wonder if I should use this for my writing? Yeah im using this.

I know posting this here means some ass might steal my idea, but I have other ideas I can weave into this and bits that need changed to fit my writing so it wouldn't turn out the same anyways. Doesn't mean you can steal my idea though, DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!

#legacies #hizzie #hope mikaelson #lizzie saltzman

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Is This Seat Taken? Ch. 12

Summary: Rucas Senior Year AU. Riley’s a loner who doesn’t really have any friends, besides her twin brother Josh but she keeps to herself in school. Something happened the year before where she missed the 2nd half of the year but she’s back for senior year and Lucas’ heart is ready. He’s had a crush on her since he moved to Philly in 3rd grade and he’s convinced this is the year they’ll move up from the class-friends label and into something more. This is not a completely fluffy fic, I’m going to be diving into some deep shit so if that’s not your cup of tea please leave *this does include some serious depression if it goes beyond that I will trigger warn it*

A/N: I’m going to be honest, I kind of forgot about this story for a bit. I was looking into grad school (I just applied) and generally trying not to die and life just took over. And when I did think of it, my angst took over and I didn't like the way it was headed so I waited. And here we are. Words: 1194 Previous: Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch.4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8 Ch. 9 Ch. 10 Ch.11

It had been a week since Riley’s incident in the hospital, and everyone had hoped that things would be back to normal but they weren’t. Riley was still a little sick and overall weak from the experience. Riley also just seemed overall upset, and her friends felt that she wasn’t telling them what was going on. It was a particular issue between her and Lucas recently.

Riley was working on her homework in her room and she cringed thinking of the argument her and Lucas had a few hours earlier.

“Riley I can tell something is bothering you, just tell me what it is so I can help”

“Lucas, I told you there’s nothing. I’m just upset, okay?” Lucas gave her a look,

“I know there’s more to it than that Riley”

“Well then you must know my inner thoughts better than I do! Can’t just accept that if there was something wrong I’d tell you?” Riley huffed

“Not after last time I can’t” As soon as the words left his mouth Lucas knew he fucked up, tears were streaming down Riley’s face. He knew she felt bad about the incident and was trying to work on it. “-Riley I didn’t mean-“

Riley dried her face, “I think its best if you leave Lucas.”

“Riley-“ But she had already turned around and was paying no attention to him and he knew it.

Riley just felt upset at the whole situation, and she tried to remember what her and Joanne had talked about. Sometimes you feel more the one thing, its good to take a moment and write about it or think about what you’re feeling and what’s causing it.

Riley sighed, sometimes she really hated dealing with herself, but she pulled out her journal and her favorite purple pen and got to writing

Lucas felt like a moron, he just wanted to love and support her but he royally messed up. He knew Riley was working on her emotions and being more open, it didn’t happen over night. He groaned again, he felt like such an ass. He had to think of a way to make it up to her. He grabbed his keys and told his parents he’d be back soon.

The next day at school Riley was not looking great or feeling great, she hadn’t been able to fall asleep last night and spent a lot of the time crying. Her eyes were puffy and her face was blotchy despite her best efforts with make-up. She was getting stuff out of her locker when she felt a tap on the shoulder, she was hoping it was Lucas but when she turned she was faced with none other than Charlie Gardner.

“Oh hi Charlie” Riley tried to smile but she could tell it didn’t reach her eyes

“Hi Riley!” Charlie’s smile did reach his eyes, it was no secret that Charlie had a crush on Riley since forever, and Riley was always kind enough to him but she never returned his affection. That didn’t stop him from trying though, “I just wanted to see if you need anything? I didn’t see Lucas” Charlie said her boyfriends name with such maliace that Riley frowned at him.

“Oh he texted me he was running a few minuets late, see there he is now” They both turned and Riley smiled at him. But Lucas frowned back seeing Charlie with Riley it looked like Charlie was trying to put his arm around Riley but she was too focused on Lucas to notice.

“I’ll see you later Charlie!” Riley said quickly as she skipped over to her beau and gave him a big hug that he quickly returned

“I’m so sorry about last night, really there’s nothing going wrong. I’m just still upset about last week. And I don’t want you to think that I’m not sharing with you”

“Oh Riley, I know. I’m sorry I snapped I’m just worried about you. And I know you’re not always going to tell me what’s going on but I got you something that you can tell things to when you don’t want to tell me, if you want it.” Riley’s eyes got big and she bit her lip, she never wanted to seem spoiled but it made a certain part of her all warm when people thought about her enough to get her something. From Lucas’ backpack he pulled out a stuffed purple bunny, with flower pattering in it’s floppy ears and on the pads of its feet.

Riley had to hold back tears, “It’s made by Jellycat so its extra soft, and I know you wanted to be a bunny farmer for a while and well”

“Oh Lucas!” Riley cried, taking it from his hands, “I love it, she’s going to be my special friend. I think I’ll call her Rosie!” Riley smiled up at him “If that’s okay with you?”

Lucas chuckled, “You don’t need my permission to name your bunny”

Riley nodded blushing, “I know but I want you to like it too because Rosie is going to be around for a long while. “

Lucas chuckled and Riley stood on her tip toes angling her head up, Lucas smirked and leaned down to kiss her knowing its what she wanted

The rest of the day went smoothly, Lucas saw Riley a few times stroking Rosie from her back pack when she thought no one was looking. And it made his heart warm that she liked his gift. Missy tried to get his attention a few times during the day but he only had eyes for Riley.

On the other hand , Lucas started to notice just how many classes they had with Charlie Gardner and he was not a fan. Charlie kept trying to get Riley’s attention all day but she either didn’t notice or didn’t want to encourage him.

When they sat down for lunch Riley was bouncing up and down dying to show everyone her bunny.

“Look what Lucas got me!” Riley showed everyone before crashing it into her chest, sure people were looking on but most everyone was smiling at seeing Riley and Lucas so happy.

“Well that’s adorable Sugar” Zay said, “Hey Lucas why didn’t you get me a bunny? I thought we had something man” Riley just giggled and snuggled her bunny.

Maya interrupted her snuggling with her bunny, and Riley leaned into Lucas “What’s up with Gardner. He’s been looking over here more than normal, same with Missy.”

“I don’t like that Gardner fellow” Lucas grumbled and Riley shrugged

“He kind of gives me the creeps but he’s never done anything wrong. So I don’t know.”

Josh nodded, “Same I always got a weird feeling too.”

Zay shrugged, “I always thought he was cute, but I get it.”

Riley shrugged, “As long as he doesn’t turn into another Missy it’ll be fine. And also if any of you mess with Rosie you die.”

The gang chuckled, but something about the look Charlie had made Lucas tighten his hold on Riley just a bit. But she was too enamored with her rabbit and snuggling into him to notice.

#I'm back baby #my fic #is this seat taken?#rucas fic

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Ruin-ed Drabble

20XX

Something fishy was about to unfold. It was a clear day, just as clear as the day before and most likely the same for tomorrow. The chatots were chirping outside, and the day care was as bustling as ever. Cody was just waking up. Tired as ever.

"Hey honey, we need you downstairs, your dad is coming home today!" Cried his mom. He knew today was a forbidden day. He hated his dad, and rightfully so. Nothing could prepare him for what was about to become.

"I made some fresh bacon and eggs. I hope you don't mind sunny side up, i wasn't sure if you wanted them or scrambled today since you were asleep…"

"Its okay mom. I enjoy your cooking regardless. Yours would win any pokemon's heart then and there." He replied biting down on some chewy bacon still dripping of fresh grease.

"You work today?"

He was sure she was referring to his job helping the daycare couple with monitoring pokemon and gathering found eggs for them. It was his one day a week off, and she knew that. But she also knew sometimes went in regardless to help out. It was almost, no. It was a second home to him.

"Yes mom. Today's the day that Cynthia is coming in to check up on us! I can't wait to meet the champion of Sinnoh herself!" He proclaimed with a mouth full of food.

"Well, you better hurry if you want to get there in time."

Cody quickly finished eating and ran to the daycare to meet Cynthia. He was in shock for what was about to unfold.

13 years later

"Well, its a bright and beautiful day, isn't it Lucario?” He responded with a simple nod. They were traveling back to their hometown to see what has transpired since they were last there. Katlyn had a while to go. Not that much farther for the new musician. She was only 19 at the time, almost 20. All her other pokemon she left in the care of the couple she loved so truly.

"It's about time that we meet up with my past Lucar. We both need each other for this. This, place, I hate it. But you evolved here. As did that feebas. We need to figure it out."

The trees started to make a clearing to form a small path ahead, to their destination.

"Well, were almost there. Lets settle this once and for all."

20XX

The day care was bustling full of people and their pokemon, picking up and dropping off. In the distance he heard a voice, "Cody! Glad you came in. I need you to go fetch a few pokemon for me. Their trainers are here for them. Here’s their balls with their names on them. Be safe and quick please!" Said the old Lady. He was never rude to ask them their names, as he didnt think that it mattered too much. They always treated him like one of their own and he loved that. But now that list, it was a big one that day.

"Well, we have 2 in the ice pen, 4 in the rock pen, blah blah blah, and 1 from the dragon pen?" He spoke in shock. When did a dragon pokemon get dropped off? He always knew that dragon types were rare. Hell, he found more fairy types than dragons daily.

"Name is, Gabite. And the species is Gabite. Not very original…. And no special markings. No problem since there seems to only be him. I hope he's not too lonely all this time alone."

Cody quickly grabs all the ones he can accept the Gabite in little to no effort. He call forth a few starly to drop these off up front to make it a little easier on him. He knew the starly on the daycare were always helpful and glad to be of service. But now it was time to tackle the dragon pen.

Cody has only once ever been in there, and that was to chase a bratty bidoof. Funny was the trainer treated him like he was arceus reincarnate. Must have been nice to have. But now he stood before the overgrown brush that covered the wooden fence. He carefully climbed through and found what appeared to be an oasis. Just beauty of nature, undisturbed for who knows how long. He dusted off the loose leaves and began the search. First looking for any signs of life. Nothing anywhere. He then began looking for where it last was. He found a old automatic feeder busted open and a trail of crumbs leading to a cave. He gulped.

"Well, this is now or never. I promised to get you back, and by Dialga I will." And thus marched forth into the cave.

Future.

Katlyn has entered an old cave filled with ancient writing on it. She could read that writing, it came natural from her time trapped in here. But still she went to the end of the hall where a plaque stood. It said not to touch anything and please leave. She kicked it in half.

"Parents being parents. Lets their kids explore more." She walked past to the writing on the wall. She could recite it perfectly if she wanted to. But she said it aloud anyways.

"Top right Lower left Top right Top left Top left. Lower left"

She knew that path would be the only one that lead to the room at the bottom. A secret room where she first had riolu evolve. Also same room that feebas evolved in as well. She understood something was not natural about that room at all. And she decided to test something. She pulled out an everstone and gave it to Lucario to hang on to.

"Don't let go of it. We need to test something." And with those words she descended deeper into those ruins.

20XX

The cave was deep and dark. But the trail continued onward. Suddenly, a ledge appeared and down tumbled Cody. He awoke to the breathing above him. It appeared to be a pack of sableye. Tuey suddenly picked him up and carried him quickly down the cavern farther and farther away from what he once knew. A light appeared blinding him and he was outside. But he knew the terrain he was somehow at lake Variety! Suddenly, they threw him into the lake and fled. Cody had no time to react when a squad of tentacruel with a dew octillery swam him to the cavern that was under water. They threw him inside and a psyduck appeared. It used cloud nine to clear the cavern and reveal what it truly was. The resting place of a legendary.

Future

Were almost there, i know it. That crazy ruin guy would leap joys and bounds to know past the 2nd level. They arrived that the entrance to the last room. But it appeared to be sealed off. Katlyn tapped the wall and spoke, "May the doors of future open to past".

Suddenly, the rubble slowly dissipated in front of them and into they went. The room was as she knew it. 4 stone pokeball statues in a square towards the center of the room. The room stood as still as death. The air dry and dusty. She stood there. Nothing happening. Just stood there. Then, a slight breeze grazed her.

20XX

"Young one. The door is opened for now. You just deliver this to them you know the path. Do so again!" And with a whisk of light, Cody was in the ruins, before a girl and her Lucario. He waved but they don't seem to notice him. He quickly swapped the stones with the one Lucario is holding and before he could speak, he was back in the oasis he was before. Unscathee and as if time never passed. Man, I hate these dragons. He checked the list and there was gabite still but before him was a sleeping Gabite. He picked him up and ran back to the daycare. Before he made it all the way, a grown woman walked to him and gave him a hug. She grabbed the gabite, and in return gave him and egg. "Take care of the egg please, it was one of my cherished pokemon's.” And with that, she was gone. All he remembers is spending the night at the daycare with his new friend. Little did he know that one day, the egg would make the world change for her.

#drabble #katlynplayspkmn #natpark #pokemon #sinnoh #mega stone #lucario #solaceon town #solaceon ruins #solaceon #gibble #gabite #daycare #cynthia #too many tags #too many cooks #tgirlnxtdoor #zinniahistoryclass

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gayboy9904-blog · 5 years

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Red Leaf Clover December 19th, 2009, My mom thinks it's a good idea to “write my emotions down on paper.” I think she’s full of crap but it's better than telling her about them. I have therapy every week on Tuesday where all I have to do is sit and talk about “how I feel,“ or “how my day was,” and other stuff she probably does not care about unless she gets paid. My job is better - I still hate my boss - but other than that I get paid five more dollars an hour so that's good. I have depression, anxiety, and signs of being suicidal so whenever she can my mom checks up on me saying “you okay?” or “wanna snack?” I’m tired of people asking me how my day was or if I’m okay. I just want to be normal. December 23rd, 2009, Today is my birthday, I’m fifteen today and as always I hate today. My dad was caught selling drugs and was sent to prison for about 20 years and I just played video games and ate cake. An hour of playing Grand Theft Auto 4 and eating cake someone knocked on my door, it was three hard knocks like they ran all the way here. “Hello is this Rich’s house?” The boy’s voice had a sweet flavour to it, it was strange. “Yeah who is it?” I said hoping they left. “Can I come it?” He said with passion. “Sure?” I said as the door opened, and the boy was... I don’t know, he was something. “So why are you here?” I asked as he tried to get comfortable on my couch. “I wanted to come down and say hi, and ask if you wanted to be friends .” confused I keep moving in my seat feeling a little uneasy aground him but not in a bad way.”sure” I say “yeah” trying not to look happy about it. he sits next to me and for some reason…….my heart start picking up speed….my face was burning and I was nervous talking to him, so I put in mortal kombat 9 and play it with him so we don’t talk about anything but the game. By 15 minutes of me beating him to a pulp in the game he says he has to go, “sorry man I gotta go me and my mom just moved here so we got some stuff to unpack.” he makes a smile which makes me smile, and then…….my heart starts to speed up again. He walks out the door and I watch him disappear into the night like a plane disappears into the clouds when it gets off the ground. My mom walks in and says “how was your birthday?” I look at her and say “it was alright.” and then she leaves the room, but that boy…...I never felt like that's before around…...anyone……..he’s cute…….I like him. January 15th, 2010, It's really early and I’m making my mom breakfast, I finish to see the time it’s 7:30 am I put my backpack on and shoes and leave a note to tell my mom that I made her breakfast and leaves to go to school. I take my bike and ride it to school, than out of nowhere I see him…...I’m so focused on him I crash into a tree and scratch my leg, he hears the noise and runs to see if I’m okay. “Are you okay?” he says worried “yeah i’m fine.” ~no I’m not~“I’m gonna go to school want to walk with me?” his hair white hair blows in the cold air “yes” ~I would love to being honest~ “ how’s your day?” he says “it’s okay” ~better now~ where walking and all I do is look at him sometimes look to where i’m walking so I won’t die but I like looking at him. Where at the school and he’s asking me something but I can’t hear what he’s saying I just see his breathing and say yes. “Perfect see you at your house after school.” he walks away, I walk in to my classes and work on tests and assignments but….all I can really think about is him sometimes the teachers would tell me to pay attention and shouting. “Mr. clover please pay attention!” I zoom up “yes sir.” he nodes his head as he….falls asleep. As I walk out of the school he walks behind me and screams in my ear. “HELLO BRO!” it felt like it busted my ear drums but no matter what his voice was calming, “sup” he smiles a pretty smile “you okay?” I ask about to laugh but holding it in. “I have army of two for you” my face lights up as I grab the game from his hands screaming “ OH MY GOD THIS GAME IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES I HAVEN’T PLAYED IT IN 3 YEARS!!!!” he just starts laughing and walks ahead “hey” he turns back at me “yeah?” “What’s your name?” he turns and says “my name is ghost” I ask why he’s named ghost he replies “it’s just a name I gave myself.” and he walks away disappearing once again. January 29th, 2010, “How are you Richard?” Mis.Ruby says I say good and she asked about my month and I say “pretty good, better than last.” she smiles and says good than I say “my birthday was….better.” Mis.Ruby looks at me with a face that says explain, “This kid…...came to my house and played video games with me.” I say face turning red “boy or girl?” I say boy while my face feels like it’s on fire. She smiles and writes it down, than erasses it. “That's good.” she says with a smile “what about your thoughts?” my face stops burning as soon as she said that. “I have…..done it…..” she puts her notebook down and says to me. “Look if you keep doing this I’m gonna have to turn you in.” I look up at her and basically scream “NO!!!” I pull my arms to my chest and tear up. “I’m sorry but I have to but this is the last chance to stop this if not its the 3 moths to a year in green waters psychic housing I’m sorry.” I look at her and say okay i’ll try and leave, before I could go she gives me a button and a drink “you're a good kid I known you can do this.” I open the bottle of coke and take a sip while walking to my mom’s car, I get in and my mom looks at me with a concerned face. “Let me see?” I pull up my sleeves and red marks up and down my arm shine off my pale skin. “Get out..” my mom says about to cry. “What?” I say with confusion “GET OUT OF MY CAR NOW!” I step out of the car rolling down my sleeves and my mom’s car speeds away. February 2nd, 2010 I’ve walked inside to see my mom on the floor….drunk , “mom?” she pops up with a look of disgust, “what do YOU want?” she looks at a half empty bottle of beer next to my feet, “nothing.” I leave the room to go to bed. The next morning I wake up too the smell of bacon, I put on my jacket because I can’t find a shirt and walk down stairs. “You want toast?” my mom tries to smile and not cry, “I’m sorry rich, is there anything I can do for you?” I look at her trying not to yell at her for what she did yesterday but I smile and say “you can hand me a pancake?” we both laugh. February 5th, 2010 Ghost pushes me to join a club, to be honest the only reason why I’m doing this is to get away from my mom and to be with ghost. “Hey, you okay?” he asked me and I jump “ye..yeah I’m fine.” he looks at me with his frozen blue eyes and my heart melts ( he just doesn't know it) he walked in a room and pointed to a bunch of people that I’ve seen in the hallways but never talked to. “This is max, philip, and jessie.” he smiles at me and yells “WELCOME TO THE SUPERNATURAL CLUB!!” I say hi like the anti-social person I am and for the rest of the day I just sit there and watch people and they stare at me, than ghost says “you know what the club has a meeting tomorrow wanna come?” his face looks concerned for a bit then he smiles really quickly too cover up he’s sad I know because I do it. “Okay, I guess I can come.” he smiles and pull me to the group and we just start talking about ghost sightings, legunds, and huntings and for the first time in a while….I was happy and if never meet ghost than my life would be worse. After the meeting me a ghost raced to my house and ghost won, “hey what are you doing tomorrow?” he asks me and I start to feel...warm “uhhh a movie?” his face looks surprised and turns red a little “like a date?” my face burns “m...maybe” he stepped closer to me with a smile “ you're gay?” my face burns and I step a little closer “I...I guess?” he puts his hand on my face and steps closer to me “well than why not.” ~his hand is so warm~ he comes closer to my face kissing me. My face melts off, “did I invade your personal space?” I look at him smirking, “shut up cute boy.” March 1st, 2010, I’ve been sleeping a ghost’s house for the passed month, it’s way better than at my mom’s because I have a real reason to wake up in the morning. He wake me up with a huge smile. “How was your sleep?” he says smile growing wider “really good cute boy” I say as he blushes and turns to get some clothes to wear down stairs. “You looked peaceful, which is cute because you always look on edge.” he says as he puts on pants and a shirt. “Yeah I guess?” I replay as I set up and get to the bathroom to take my meds and make sure that ghost doesn’t see me, after I get out and turn on ghosts ps3 and play fear than I put on a hoodie and go too my house too get some more clothes. As I walk in I see over 5 beer bottles on the floor and a note on the kitchen table and read it. “Dear waste of space of a son, your so pathetic you think that EVERYONE hates you well they do most of all I HATE YOU goodbye you, From no longer your mother.” I crumble the paper up and throw it outside because I left the door open, and then break a beer bottle. At first I just picked up the piece of glass, then i rolled up my sleeve and added a new mark……..”rich?” I look remembering that the door is open seeing ghost walk back and run, I run after him pulling my sleeve down but his house is an hour away from mine and by the time I got there the police was there with my therapist. “Ghost?” I say as my face is overcome with tears and so is ghost. “Let’s go Richard.” I start to run and before I could get too the corner the police catch me. “NO PLEASE I DON’T WANT TO GO!!!!!” the tranklize me and as my world got black ghost ran up to me and said with his sweet sounding voice “sorry ri…” I blacked out. March 2nd, 2010, “How are you feeling?” mis.ruby asks, “you haven’t talked to anyone, it’s worrying me.” ~of course I’m not okay my boyfriend turned me in and my mom left me on top of that I’m in a mental hospital, so yeah I’m fine~ “I’m okay.” she puts her hand on my shoulder as if trying to say she cares about me. “ no you're not….you need help.” I say nothing “that's all for today Richard goodbye.” the two staff workers take me back to the cafeteria and out ide the window of the waiting room for guests I see him….standing there with a smile, the staff worker says go outside he’ll be waiting. I walk outside and he’s standing there. “Hey ho….” I hug him as soon as he starts talking, “I’m so so so sorry please don’t hate me…….” he pats my back and I here is heart race, “i don’t” I start crying and he hugs me tighter. “Me and my mom are gonna to take care of you from now on oaky?” I say that's fine and we watch the sun set. “My name is ross by the way...my real mane.” I smile “last name?” he blushes “my full name is ross redleaf.” I hug him “I like it ross.” he puts his hand on my head. “But at school you call me ghost okay?” I laugh “okay ghost, and my full name is Richard clover.” he starts to laugh and say “ put our last names together you get red leaf clover.” I hug him and say with a smile that I can only do in that moment with him alone. “Love you cute boy.”

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stargirlrchive · 6 years

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I Dare You

james potter x gryffindor!reader

uhhhh i got the whole “i dare you to do this” idea from @theweasleysredhair !! but anyway this was fun until i didn’t really know how to finish it off. (i don’t know how i feel about the ending :/) hopefully you all like it <33333 (gif isn’t mine)

okay honestly this isnt my best work (in my opinion??) so if you want, you can read these instead and judge on my writing based on these lmfao : masterlist

warnings: i think there’s a swear word or two. i don’t think i really know how to write for james?? also a change in POV

word count: 3062

The following morning of the Gryffindor party had made me heavily regretting my decision of letting Sirius and Peter sneak in fire-whiskey. A throbbing and dull pain was pulsing through my head and the very few recollections I had after my 7th shot of the alcoholic drink had me recoiling and hoping to Merlin that it was all an awful dream that I had accidentally mixed up with real life. As my feet hit the ground a shudder ran all through my body as I took in the familiar room, however it was not my dorm room. My hands instantly went to feeling around my body and a relieved sigh left my lips as all my clothes had been on my body. So I didn’t do anything too stupid last night.

My eyes scanned the room and the lump of black hair had me stifling a laugh at Sirius’ awkward neck placement, he was going to be so sore once he woke up. My eyes directly looked to the bed across from the one I had been sleeping in to see James with his glasses half off and his clothes bunched around his shoulders and trousers half off and my face instantly flushed. Shaking the thoughts infiltrating my mind out and quietly made my way across the dorm and dashing towards the girls’ dorm room for a much-needed shower.

Unfortunately the throbbing pain did not go away after the shower and continued on as I was sat in the great hall, glaring at anyone who decided it was okay to be loud. Sirius sat next to me and sent me a very wide smile, showing his perfectly straight teeth and not even my scowl made it falter one bit.

“So, when and how are we telling, and I quote, the very hot stag, that you fancy him?”

The noise that left my throat was not human and I could feel myself turning an unnatural shade of red. Sirius shook me slightly and there was slight concern that grew in his eyes.

“Who told you that lie?”

Though the quiver in my voice automatically gave it away. I wouldn’t have believed myself. His eyes dulled for a bit and I could feel him scrutinizing me.

“Well you did, last night when I was trying to get you into bed, and even if you hadn’t told me and I heard it from somewhere else that noise that left your throat gave it away. I swear you resembled a bloody Banshee.”

The flush made its way onto my face again as I let my head fall onto the table,

“What exactly did I say?”

“It was a whole lot of mumbling and then wanting to snog the living daylights of the very hot stag. Then you just started saying incoherent sentences but what I got from it was James, having a lousy crush since 2nd year, and that you were going to declare your love for him once he entered the room.”

The snapping noise that came from my neck made all my head feel hot, “Please tell me I didn’t! Sirius please! If I did I’ll pitch myself off the Astronomy tower, Merlin this is so embarrassing.”

“You fell asleep before he even entered the room.”

I physically felt the tension ease its way out of me, I was fine. “So when are we telling him?”

“Never!”

“What do you mean ‘never’? You have to tell him!”

“I don’t have to tell him anything, it has been like this since 2nd year, we are now in our 7th! If I kept it a secret for this long I’m not just gonna go broadcasting it to the bloody world.”

“But what if he wan-”

“No, Sirius.”

He sent me an angry glare but did not continue the conversation as the other 3 joined us for breakfast.

Sirius POV

James leg kept bouncing and his lips in a thin line as (Y/N) laughed at something Frank was saying, his eyes also narrowing when Frank let his arm loosely hang around her shoulder. I coughed and his eyes snapped to mine and then back at the two clearing his throat,

“Can you keep it down, were trying to study here.”

The confused glance that (Y/N) gave James had his eyes falling back to the book in front of him.

“I’m done with my assignment anyway, I’m gonna head to the common room.”

“I’ll join you.”

The sound of protest that left James’ throat was unheard by either of them as (Y/N) and Frank made their way out of the library. James finally put his pretense of studying away and slumped in the chair. Now was my chance to finally talk to him about everything that happened last Saturday.

“So you finally realized you fancy her?”

His eyes widened and I had to control my face to keep the amusement from showing, I needed him to know I was serious. Well I am Sirius but that’s a whole matter altogether. His voice brought me back to the conversation,

“I don’t fancy (Y/N)! She’s my friend, practically one of the guys.”

The red creeping up his neck made a small smile creep onto my face.

“It’s probably for the best, you could never have her anyway.”

The way James’ eyes glazed over told me I had him right where I wanted him, he was going to rise to the bait. “What’s that supposed to mean, Padfoot?”

“Just that (Y/N) would never go for you. She’s the one girl you can’t have.”

“What do you mean ‘can’t have’? You seem to forget that I am just as good looking as you are. If I wanted (Y/N) she’d be mine.”

I could see the mental turmoil going through his mind, of course he didn’t think of (Y/N) as something he could have, none of us did. However his male bravado was getting the best of him and I could tell. If I calculated my words correctly I’d be helping both of them. James to finally realize he fancies (Y/N) and that he’s been over Lily for a long time now, and (Y/N) to get with James.

“Fine, if you think you could have her then I dare you to get her to go out with you.”

“I have to get her to go out with me? Are we really doing this with one of our best friends?”

“You heard me.”

“Fine-Fine. By when?”

“The end of the month, you have three weeks.”

“You’re gonna eat your words, Sirius.”

The pounding in my chest calmed down as I saw the smile that James was trying to hide, I was doing the right thing. Just giving my friends a push in the right direction.

Normal POV

James had always been very attentive, from the day of us being sorted into Gryffindor I could remember him always paying attention to the people around him, but as of late it had become a bit overbearing. He would serve the food onto my plate, pick up the items on my desk for me, and never let me go anywhere alone.

“James-James! I can pick up after myself.”

The huff that left my throat had him shuffling and standing back as he handed my bag back and let me pack my stuff up.

“What is with you lately?”

“Nothing is with me, just want to be around you.”

The frown that had settled onto his face had me sighing,

“You can be around me as long as you want, whenever you want. We’re friends, but please just go back to being your normal-self, this is a bit much.”

At his nod I linked my arm with his and dragged him along,

“Let’s go sit by the lake, just you and me.”

His smile was so contagious I sent him one back and he led the way to the lake.

This meeting with James became a very frequent thing over the past two weeks. Though somehow every time he did anything or showed me any type of affection I couldn’t help but revel in it. He and I got even closer, something I thought not to be possible and a part of me was scolding myself for ever wanting to get over him, but the other more logical part was telling me that it was just our friendship strengthening for him, completely platonic. Then he went it did things like brushing his lips so close to mind I could almost feel them, or tangling our hands together and he just sent me into a frenzy of confusion and hours of overthinking.

“Can I do something?” He sat up, the warmth of his head lying on my stomach leaving with him.

“Well that depends what it is.”

“Kiss you.”

“What?”

“Kiss you, I mean I’ve been wanting to for the longest time. Just never thought you might want to too, but something tells me you might not mind.”

My mouth had suddenly gone dry, I had no idea what to respond to the guy I had harbored feelings for since 2nd year asking to kiss me, and one of my best friends at that too. He was leaning in my eyes instinctively closed waiting for it to happen but I didn’t. After awhile my eyes opened only to see him staring down at his lap,

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this. Not to you.”

He was up so fast and walking towards the castled that I didn’t know what to do. After a minute or two of him leaving, I was up too. He had continued to confuse me and I was starting to grow tired of it. I wanted answers, and I wanted them now. I trudged up towards the 7th floor knowing that all of the boys hung out there because the hall was almost always deserted and the claimed it as theirs.

As I got closer I could hear them, talking and laughing but at the mention of my name I stilled softly.

“I can’t do it Sirius! I’m calling the dare off. I’m not going to continue playing with (Y/N)’s feelings.”

The sinking feeling in my stomach instantly made me feel sick and a harsh sting at the corners of my eyes. This was all a dare? I was a bloody stupid dare that both Sirius and James were in on? I bit down harshly on my lip to keep myself from crying and made my way around the corner. Harshly wiping at my eyes, angry with myself for even letting them do this to me.

As I walked back into the common room, Remus instantly made his way to me and there was just something about him that made everything I was feeling surface and began crying as soon as he wrapped me in a hug,

“I was a stupid dare, Remus! James-He was just playing-it was a dare!”

Remus had wrapped me in his warm blanket that he had ever since our first year and trying to get me to sleep. The crying had driven me to a throbbing headache and my eyes felt raw from all the rubbing.

“Moony have you seen (Y/N)?”

I could see the outline of James and Sirius making their way into the room and I curled into Remus even more, bloody prat.

“Oh hey! What’s wrong?”

James was instantly by my side and I felt the lump in my throat once more but the tears seemed to have dried up, “Get away from me.”

“(Y/N) if this is about what happened I can explain. You see I was go-“

“Going to ask me out? But what the guilt became too much that you had to run off and end the dare?”

My voice was cracking and the hand that was on my back had stilled.

“It’s not what you think! I swear!”

“Get away from me, Potter.”

Calling him by his surname had even hurt me and his hand left my back. “(Y/N) I swear it isn’t what you think.”

“I trusted you Sirius. I told you and used it for some sick game. What did you get out of that? Make me cry? Well you got what you wanted. Now leave me alone.”

With a quick flick of my wand I cast a silencing charm around Remus’ bed and forced myself to sleep.

The following days I had avoided both James and Sirius, so much so that everyone in the Gryffindor house noticed it. Every time they tried talking to me I straightened my back and walked away, I didn’t care if they thought I was being harsh. I was hurt but I was not going to let that show, not to them.

When on my way to Potions I could see both James and Sirius in a very animated conversation and I internally groaned, I was alone and they were very persistent and I promised Remus I would not hex them. I don’t think I could keep such promise if they tried cornering me.

I picked up my pace and walked as fast as I could past them and just when I was turning the corner a hand clamped around my mouth and the other around my waist. I could see Sirius’ black hair swishing around so I relaxed a bit but then began squirming in his grip, bloody tosser.

He dragged me along and as much as I tried to squirm out of his grip I couldn’t. He had managed to drag me all the way to the 6th floor corridor when I realized he was most likely taking me to the 7th floor and I bit down on his hand, it was getting a bit hard to breathe. The hiss that left his lips had me laughing and then squirming even harder in his grip, which only made his grip tighten.

“I really don’t care what you or Potter have to say, let me go to class. I would’ve listened to you by now if I wanted too.”

The huff that left his lips let me know he was starting to grow tired and I took it as my chance to finally push him off me.

“(Y/N) come on! We’re almost where we need to be. Trust me when I say you’re going to want to hear this. We’re both so sorry.”

“Why did you do it?”

I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him, “You knew how I felt and you dared him to go on a date with me. Why?”

“I thought I was helping you two, James has fancied you for the longest time he just wouldn’t admit it and I wanted you to go on this date. I wanted you two to be happy and by challenging James I knew he would do it and he did! Or he tried to anyway but when you heard everything he was calling it off because he realized what I was trying to do. Figured out that it was just me wanting him to admit his feelings for you and he was going to ask you out after we called it off. When it was a real date, just you and him and nothing actually making him do it.”

I was watching Sirius closely and I could see the sincerity in his eyes and sighed quietly, “Both of you are idiots, you know that?”

He sent me a huge smile and pushed me up the rest of the stairs, stopping only when I was face to face with James.

“(Y/N)! I didn’t think Sirius was going to be able to do it.”

He mumbled more to himself and his hands instantly went to tangle our fingers together but I pushed his hands away,

“Explain everything, then I’ll decide if it’s okay for you to grab my hands.” He sighed quietly and nodded.

“Can we sit down?”

We both sat against the wall with our legs stretched out,

“Well it started the day of the party we threw in the common room. You were enjoying yourself and we were all drinking so I couldn’t really tell you anything about taking it slow but you were getting so close to Frank. His arm would be around your shoulders or you’d be laughing at something he said and it was really starting to bug me. Then I told Sirius about it and he kept a close eye on you and because it was annoying me so I just continued drinking. After Sirius took you up to our dorm, I grew tired as well and I went up. How I managed to do that I don’t even know, but you were already asleep. The next morning Sirius and Remus kept telling me how I was talking about how special you are and a bunch of things like that. Then it sort of hit me all at once that it was true. And I realized that Lily had long since been on my mind and that it had been you. But I didn’t want that, I was scared and thought that if I told you, or any of the boys, that they’d make it a big deal. Which is something I didn’t want, and then the day of the library it was just meant to be us 3 but Frank tagged along and I couldn’t really tell the bloke to leave. You were laughing and smiling with him and it irritated me even more, then you left and Sirius kept saying things and dared me to do it. After I called it off he told me that he had done it because that same night you had told him about how you felt. I had the intention of properly asking you out.”

He let out a deep breath and began playing with his hand,

“Sirius has a bloody big mouth.”

The grin that James sent me had sent chills all through my arm; I grabbed one of his hands and tangled our fingers.

“Are we okay?”

“Of course we are, James.”

His lips pressed against my forehead and I pushed myself closer to him, somewhere along the corridor I heard the sound of someone trying to fight their way off someone else and turned to see Remus holding Sirius, preventing him from leaving

“I don’t have big mouth! Its proportional to my face!”

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