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official-weasley · 3 years

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Sisters Meeting - (The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley AU)

Warnings: pure.family.fluff 💙

Word count: 3,547

Characters: Charlie Weasley and my OC Nova from TICW which you can find here

Bill

“Uncle Bill, uncle Bill, wake up!” I opened my eyes the second I heard Aoede calling my name.

“I'm up, I'm up. Good morning, sunshine.” I chuckled at my niece who was waiting for me to pick her up at the edge of the bed.

“Good molning, auntie Fleul.” Aoede gently stroke Fleur's hair as I put her down between us.

“Good morning, Aoede. You are as cheerful as ever.” Fleur giggled as Aoede started to tickle her nose with the strand of her hair.

“I'm hungly,” Aoede announced. “Do you know what you want to eat already?” I asked.

“Pollidge! The one auntie Fleul makes! It's yummy!” Aoede rubbed two circles on her belly.

“I agree with you on that one. Did you hear, Fleur? You're making breakfast.” I leaned to her and kissed her forehead. “No,” Fleur playfully shook her head, “I want to sleep more.” She faked a yawn and covered herself over her head.

“No way! But we ale hungly, alen't we, uncle Bill?” Aoede turned to me, looking confused.

“Exactly!” I was barely keeping it together not to burst out laughing as I knew that Fleur was only playing a trick on Aoede.

“Please, auntie Fleul!”

“Please, Fleur!” I followed my niece's lead.

“Oh, alright.” Fleur came from under the covers and rolled her eyes. “But only if...” She continued with a smirk on her lips.

“Only if what?” Aoede asked.

“If I can tickle you first!” Fleur laughed in an evil way and started tickling us, with one hand each.

“No! No, auntie, stop! It tickles!” Aoede couldn't stop laughing.

“No! Not the ribcage!” I grabbed Aoede to pull her closer to me and hid us under the covers.

“We have to lun,” Aoede whispered to me.

“Okay. On the count of three. Together now.”

“One, two, three!” Aoede and I exclaimed, lifted the covers, and ran out of the bedroom with her sitting on my shoulders. “Oh, no! You tricked me!” We heard Fleur gasp dramatically while we giggled in the hallway. “We sure got her, Aoede!” I winked at her.

“We won! We won!”

“Thank you, auntie Fleul.” Aoede licked her lips as Fleur placed a bowl with porridge in front of her.

“It's not too hot is it?” I asked her. “William, I know zat I can't feed 'er 'ot food.” Fleur playfully rolled her eyes at me.

“I'm sorry, I'm just double-checking.” I felt the heat on my cheeks.

“Zis is good practice when we 'ave a baby.” Fleur giggled and sat next to me – us both admiring Aoede while she ate.

“Yeah,” I nodded, “but I think I am in the lead with me being there when Luna Dora was born.”

“I am 'appy for zat because I will be zo nervous!”

“I just felt so bad for Nova and I will feel even worse for you.” I frowned, remembering how helpless I felt when Nova was gripping my hand and I couldn't do anything to help her.

And on top of that, I felt so sorry for her because I knew how much she wanted Charlie to be there and her glancing toward the door every time the doctor told her to push broke my heart.

Charlie bursting through the door and seeing Nova's face lit up when she saw him warmed my soul and even though I felt awkward ruining their family moment at first, I was proud to be there to witness them be just the proudest parents welcoming their second born.

Right when Fleur poured some porridge for us too, an owl tapped the kitchen window with its beak. I stood up, walked to the window, and opened it. I gave the owl some treats – Fleur always kept on the window sill – and took the piece of parchment from it.

“Aoede, I have some good news for you.” I walked to her and sat down next to her chair.

“What is it?”

“Mummy and daddy are coming from the hospital today. We are going to your grandparents to meet them there.” I grinned at her.

“Yey!” Aoede clapped her hands in excitement.

Charlie and Aoede have been staying here for the past week, waiting for Nova to be released from the hospital. Charlie has been visiting her as much as the nurses allowed him – feeling bad that he couldn't be there for the entire delivery. He wanted to take Aoede with him to meet her sister but Nova was against it and didn't want Aoede anywhere close to a hospital so the only thing Aoede knew about her sibling was that it was a girl and her name.

“Are you excited to meet your sister, Aoede?” Fleur asked her.

“I guess.” Aoede shrugged, looking at her empty porridge bowl.

Fleur and I exchanged a look – Fleur nervously biting her lip.

We experienced first-hand how against Aoede was to have a sibling but Charlie and Nova were proud of her for how much she was trying in Nova's final weeks of pregnancy. When Charlie told her she has a sister she seemed excited but only for a few seconds before she started to ask when she can see her mum.

Every time we mentioned the baby, Aoede pretended she wasn't listening or started frowning so Charlie told us to ignore her attitude and try lifting her spirits by sounding excited.

“Do you want more, Papillon?” Fleur asked Aoede, tapping on her bowl.

“No, thank you.” Aoede shook her head, fiddling with her fingers.

“Aoede, I just remembered we have to pack all your toys. Want to come with me and help me?” I looked at Fleur and she smiled at me, knowing full well what I was doing. “Okay,” Aoede replied much less cheerful than she was before we received the owl.

I carefully pulled her out of her chair and we made our way upstairs.

“What got you down, sunshine?” I put her down on her bed and sat next to her.

“Nothing.” Aoede pressed her lips together, avoiding my gaze.

“Are you not excited to see your mum?”

“I am.” Aoede nodded with a bit more energy.

“You don't want to meet your sister.” I didn't say it as a question.

“Not leally.” Aoede shook her head.

“Aoede, you know your mum and dad love you, right?” I didn't know exactly what to say.

“Uh-huh.”

“And the baby won't change how much they play with you.”

“I know.” Aoede sighed.

“Then why don't you want to meet your baby sister?” I tried understanding her.

“I'm nelvous.” She bowed her head, letting her legs dangle off the edge of the bed.

“Nervous?” I chuckled. “To meet your sister?”

“Yes,” Aoede confirmed.

“Why?” I wanted to know, not expecting this answer at all.

Charlie and I both thought that she was against them having a baby again but we never even considered that she might be nervous meeting her baby sister. I don't remember how I reacted when I was to see Charlie when he was born but I know that I was annoyed when Percy was born and didn't want to see him at all. Charlie was the same but the curiosity of how a baby looks like got to him so our dad got him out of our room – they had more problems getting on my good side though.

“What if she doesn't like me?” She looked up at me with the biggest and saddest eyes I have ever seen her do and I felt like crying.

Charlie told me how weak he was for her puppy eyes, having a hard time saying no to her even though he knew he has to as a parent. I used to tease him about it but I understood him now.

“That's why you have been so quiet and not wanting to talk about the baby?” I wanted to make sure I understood her correctly.

“Yes.” Aoede started pulling on her index finger, getting more nervous by the minute.

“Aoede, sunshine, your sister is a baby, she won't even know you are her sister yet.” I didn't know how to tell her that she has nothing to worry about.

“She won't?” She looked up at me again. “She is this big and her eyes are mostly closed.” I showed the approximate size of her sister with my hands.

“Oh.” Aoede loosened up a bit.

“And she won't be able to speak for over a year. You'll be around five then.” I continued.

“That long?” Aoede gasped. “Was I the same?”

“You were.” I couldn't help but let out a little laugh.

“So what should I do fol hel to like me?” Aoede questioned.

“Help mum when she asks you to. You can sing to her and tell her stories about unicorns. You can show her your toys and tell her your secret recipe for cookies.” I named a few things.

“She can have my toys but I am not giving hel my lecipe!” Aoede frowned. “Only uncle Geogie and I know about that.”

“Okay, okay, my bad. Then share your toys. Oh, and you can show her how to be nice to Tiger.”

“That would be nice.” Aoede smiled for the first time since we started this conversation.

“But you don't have to worry about any of that for a while. As a baby, Luna will mostly sleep, cry or eat.”

“Pancakes and cookies?”

“Neither, not immediately.” I giggled.

“But I can eat pancakes and cookies?” She narrowed her eyes at me.

“Aoede, you can have as many pancakes and cookies as your parents will allow you.” I ruffled her hair and motioned to the empty bag where we were supposed to pack all her things.

“Thank you, uncle Bill. I feel much bettel now.” She wrapped her tiny arms around me, making my lips curve into a smile and warming my soul.

“Any time, kiddo. Whenever you need to talk, you can come to me if you feel you can't talk to your parents.”

She nodded and I helped her off the bed so we could start putting her toys in the bag.

“I miss my mum,” Aoede said all of a sudden when we were finished and I asked her if she is ready to go.

“I know you do, Aoede. We are going to the Burrow now. Maybe your mum and dad are already there.” I tried cheering her up and ushered her out of the room.

I completely understood why she missed Nova so much. Since she was born the longest Nova wasn't around her was when they came to England during the battle at Hogwarts. Now, her mum was in a hospital for a whole week so it was shocking that this was the first time she mentioned it.

“Can I hug hel?”

“Why not?”

“Because of the baby. Won't she be holding the baby?” Aoede frowned in confusion.

“She can give the baby to your dad or me or your grandma Molly.”

“Oh.” Aoede looked as if she has just had an epiphany.

“Are you all set?” Fleur smiled at us as we came downstairs.

“Yes!” Aoede ran to her and hugged her legs.

“'ow did your talk go?” Fleur smiled at me.

“She's nervous Luna Dora won't like her,” I whispered to her. “Zat is what she iz worried about?” Fleur giggled, her eyes widening in surprise.

“I couldn't believe it either. But our talk went great.” I lifted my chin proudly.

“Good.” Fleur nodded, a smug expression on her face. “Zat means you will talk to our children when zey 'ave problems.” She sniggered.

“Gladly.” I smiled and stopped her giggles with my kiss.

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“Glandma Molly, glandpa Altie!” Aoede rushed inside the house the second I opened the door for her.

“There she is, our beautiful girl!” My mum picked her up and kissed her all over her face. “You have grown so much!” My dad took her from my mum and started twirling with her.

“Is anybody else coming?” I asked mum as I put down Aoede's bag.

“No. George, Ron, and Ginny went to visit them in the hospital. So did Hermione and Harry. I even think Percy went there yesterday but I am not sure.” She pulled me and Fleur into a hug.

“Oh, I am so excited to meet Luna.” She clapped and gestured for us to follow dad and Aoede to the living room.

“I heard you got some delivery practice, son.” Dad giggled and winked at me.

“Yeah, wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.” I smiled.

“And it's so nice of you two to babysit Aoede while Charlie is in the hospital with Nova.” Mum tapped my leg with her hand, looking proud.

“Of course,” Fleur grinned, “she iz such an angel!”

“Oh, silly me. Does anyone want anything?” Mum looked from me to Fleur and then at Aoede.

“Aoede, I baked muffins for you.” She winked at her granddaughter.

Aoede's eyes sparkled and she beat my mum to the kitchen.

Right as they came back to the living room, the front door opened and Charlie stepped inside with his new bundle of joy in his arms.

“We're here.” He half-sang half-whispered.

“Mummy, mummy, mummy!” Aoede put her half-eaten muffin on the coffee table and ran to Nova the second she stepped through the door.

“Oh, sweetheart! I missed you so much!” Nova picked her up at once and showered her with kisses before pressing her tightly onto her body.

“Love, the doctor told you not to lift anything heavy for a while.” Charlie glared at Nova.

“I missed my daughter, Charles. I don't care what happens to me.” Nova darted him with her look.

“Okay, I'll allow it.” Charlie sighed in defeat.

“Mummy, you have to see. Glandma Molly made me a muffin!” Aoede pointed to where she left the muffin.

“Really? Where? I want to see.” Nova gasped and walked to where Aoede guided her the second my parents congratulated her on the baby.

“While Aoede is busy with her mum, who wants to see the baby?” Charlie grinned at the rest of us.

“Oh, let me see my granddaughter!” Mum stood up and slowly walked to Charlie to sneak a peek.

“You didn't say she has blue hair!” Dad gasped, admiring his second grandchild.

“Nova, she has your hair!” Mum turned to Nova who was giggling at something Aoede was telling her.

“We have no idea how it's possible,” Nova said before giving her firstborn her full attention again.

“We thought that it was just her and that her DNA wasn't affected but I guess Luna's hair proved us wrong.” Charlie chuckled.

“She is beautiful, Charles.” Mum breathed. “Oh, does she have brown eyes?” Mum asked when Luna Dora opened her eyes for a split second.

“No, still blue. It's too fast to tell but they are a different shade than Aoede's.” Charlie said.

“Charlie, can I hold her?” Mum wanted to know.

“Oh, I'm next then!” Dad said excitedly.

“Zen me!” Fleur lifted her hand in the air.

“I'll be the last one then.” I pretended to be disappointed.

“You already held her, William.” Mum glared at me.

“You'll all get a turn but can Aoede meet her sister first?” Charlie loved how excited we all were to hold her.

“Of course.” Mum pressed her lips together, completely forgetting that Aoede didn't meet her yet.

“Pumpkin,” Charlie called his daughter.

Aoede looked up at him, stopping mid-sentence as she was telling something to Nova.

“Want to meet your sister?”

“Now?” Aoede started fiddling with her hands again.

“It's okay if you don't want to.” Charlie tried not to sound disappointed even though I could see this meant a lot to him.

“She's not against her, she's just nervous Luna Dora won't like her,” I whispered to him.

“What?” Charlie said incredulously.

“She told me before we got here,” I explained. “I told her that you still love her the same and that you'll play with her and everything but she said that she knows all this and that the problem is her being nervous because she thinks her baby sister won't like her.”

“That's why she has been giving me the attitude the whole week?” Charlie's jaw dropped.

“Yes.”

“Aoede, would you come with me, please?” Charlie tried again.

“Can mummy come?” Aoede questioned.

“Of course, she can.”

Aoede stood up and grabbed her mum's hand, walking to where we were all standing.

“Let's go upstairs.” Charlie motioned to Nova before turning to me. “Thank you for talking to her and telling me this. We'll try doing this more privately.” He smiled appreciatively at me.

“Good idea!” I gave him a thumbs up and walked to the living room to sit down.

Charlie

“Char, what is going on?” Nova whispered to me as I sat on the floor in the middle of my old bedroom, nodding for Nova and Aoede to do the same.

“Just follow my lead.” I winked at her.

I couldn't believe what Bill told me about Aoede but if it was true, perhaps she would be more comfortable meeting her sister without so many peering eyes around her.

“Aoede, would you like to meet your baby sister now?” I asked gently.

“Okay.” Aoede's shoulders sank a little and I could see she started to get nervous.

“Sweetheart, why are you shaking?” Nova bent down to make Aoede look at her.

“Are you nervous to meet your sister?”

Nova blinked at me as I posed the question – finding it as hard to believe as I did downstairs.

“Yes,” Aoede admitted, avoiding looking at us.

“Why?” Nova wanted to know. “Are you afraid she won't like you?” I asked.

“Char, don't be ridicu...”

“Yes.” Aoede nodded her head, leaving Nova mid-sentence.

“How do you know this?” Nova mouthed to me.

“Bill told me.” I mouthed back. “I'll tell you later.”

“Sweetheart, you have nothing to be nervous about. She is too small to have feelings like that so you will have plenty of time to make her like you.” Nova lifted Aoede and placed her in her lap and embraced her tightly, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“With telling hel stolies and shaling my toys?”

“Exactly,” Nova and I said together, looking impressed.

“Okay,” Aoede took a deep breath and glanced at the baby in my arms, “I'm leady, dad.”

“Are you sure?” I asked her again, not wanting her to do anything she wouldn't want.

“Yes,” Aoede frowned in determination. “I got this.” She grabbed Nova's arms and pulled them apart so she could get up.

“Alright, Pumpkin. This is your baby sister Luna Dora.” I lowered my arms so Aoede could see her better.

“She is so tiny!” Aoede exclaimed.

“What did you expect?” Nova giggled.

“I thought she'll be as big as me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you were so tiny too when you were born,” Nova explained.

“I was?” Aoede gasped.

“We'll show you your baby pictures when we get home,” I promised her.

“Mummy, she has youl hail.” Aoede kept observing her sister.

“Yes, she does.” Nova couldn't stop smiling.

And neither could I. I know we both felt relief that Aoede was so sweet and welcoming since we thought she changed her mind again about having a sibling. But watching her observing her sister and pointing out everything she noticed to us, warmed both of our hearts and I could see in Nova's eyes that she was as proud of her as I was.

“Can I touch hel?” Aoede questioned as we sat in silence for a minute.

“Sure. Just be gentle.” I whispered to her.

Aoede slowly got even closer and placed her small hand on Luna's forehead and petted her a few times before she got shy and pulled her hand away.

“It's okay. You did great.” Nova encouraged her and Aoede repeated her gesture.

Nova looked up at me with the biggest smile on her face, making a gesture with her eyes that she can't believe this is going so smoothly. I carefully leaned to her not to disturb Aoede playing with Luna Dora and kissed her tenderly.

“Hi, Luna. I am youl sistel Aoede and you ale vely pletty.” Aoede whispered into the blanket in which Luna Dora was wrapped.

Nova and I exchanged another look as Aoede started singing to her baby sister. Nova's eyes were glistening with tears as she gently wiped a tear off my cheek. She sat closer to me so we could press our foreheads together, admiring our daughters bonding.

Never in our wildest dreams did we dare to think this was going to go as smoothly as it did and even though we were very proud of Aoede when we got her a kneazle and were in awe how amazing she was with Tiger, I think we were even prouder of her for this. She came a long way from not wanting a sibling and throwing several tantrums because of it to telling her baby sister that she thinks she is pretty.

I closed my eyes and moved along with Nova to the melody in which Aoede was singing, enjoying our first moment – being just the four of us – to the fullest.

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lloydshoulddyehishair · 3 years

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What we miss and what we gain | 1-For his own advantage

Summary: Lloyd never had a family and he didn’t want one either, especially not in the form of five weird teenage boys playing dress up and a girl with a secret identity, she thought no one knew about. (Except, maybe he did.)

When Lloyd first arrived at the Destiny’s Bounty he could just tell that he was anything but welcome there. The glares, the silly fruit coloured “Ninja” had shot him still burned on his skin as he entered what was now to be his room. The girl had tried to hide her annoyed expression, which the blond appreciated but he really could have cared less. He wasn’t here to be liked by them, in fact, he didn’t know why he was here to begin with.

Of course, his uncle had invited him to stay – or more like forced him to go with him – but really other than that? He didn't know why he was here and it almost set him on edge. Had his uncle some evil master plan? Yes, he was one of the “good guys” apparently but you never knew. Maybe he only wanted Lloyd to stay so his wannabe Ninja could use him as a punching bag for their training. Not that he wasn't used to that kind of stuff, he did have his fair share of punching bag experience from Darkley's.

In all honesty though, whether his uncle had something mean planned didn't matter in the end because at least he didn't have to worry about freezing to death at night any more or being kidnapped off of the street by some creepy people or having to wonder if he would get to eat the next day – you get the gist – cause now he actually had a bed to sleep in, a filled fridge only a few rooms away and people to protect him from possible danger.

Not that he cared about these people, which he was living with now, he was only using them for his own personal benefit. He didn't exactly need them either. He was just fine on his own – maybe a bit malnutritioned but that was besides the point. The point was that Lloyd Garmadon didn't need anyone, never had and never would. He never needed parents to take care of him, he never needed friends to play with, he never needed a shoulder to cry to. So he most certainly did not need to befriend some weird teenagers fighting snakes in pyjamas – or whatever his uncle had hoped would happen.

And the young Garmadon could have ignored the others' stupid and childish behaviour of making their negative opinion on him known on the entire ship. He really could've ignored Jay hiding his comics or Cole purposefully pushing past him, sending him flying to the ground – but what he couldn't ignore were Kai's annoying and constant comments and rants about Lloyd staying with them. He was behaving like a child that didn't get what it wanted. Ignoring him the whole time but also talking about him non-stop. What was his problem–

“My problem, is you, you little-”, the pineapple head yelled, coming dangerously close to his face with his index finger.

“Have you seen my fangs?”, Lloyd asked him rhetorically. “Any closer with that thing and I'll bite it off.”, Kai's expression changed into one of disgust but he pulled his finger away, nonetheless.

“See! That is what I mean! You don't even try to be good! You're always mean and starting fights – just like your father!”, Lloyd simply rolled his eyes.

Really what did the fire guy think he was doing right now?

“You started this! You were the one to raise your voice and point at me. I didn't even do anything”

“You were in my way–“

“In your way? Really, which one of us is the child?”

“Just leave!”, Kai screamed at him, pushing him away, almost making Lloyd lose balance. “Just go back to where you came from or something! No one wants you here, the only reason we haven't thrown you out yet is because Sensei feels like he is somehow responsible for you because your dad is evil and your mum doesn't love you enough to care about what happens to you!”

And suddenly it was almost like something in Lloyd's chest ripped apart and why were his eyes stinging– Oh no. No, Lloyd Garmadon didn't cry, especially not in front of 15 year old bullies with stupid hair, who had absolutely no idea what they were talking about–

His hands formed into fists as his eyes remained on the floor, not looking up at the brown eyes that probably stared at him with all the hatred in the world.

Maybe he sort of deserved it, the boy figured, after all he did cause nothing but trouble for them by releasing the Serpentine and he was probably right about Uncle Wu only keeping him there because he felt like he had to but– but that didn't mean he had to like facing that truth.

So instead of throwing a mean remark at him, like the brainless teen probably expected him to, he ran past him into his room, locking himself in and landing with a yelp on his bed, only staring up at the ceiling before some tears actually began to fall.

This felt way too much like Darkley's, like the nights he'd spent silently crying because if the other children heard a single sound he'd be– they'd do not so kind things to him or like the first nights he had been at the school, crying because his mother just left him there to rot–

Kai was right. His mum didn't care about him, if she did she wouldn't have left him at that school or had at least written letters or picked him up for the holidays or congratulated him on his birthdays– but she did nothing like that because she simply didn't care. Lloyd was okay with it, truly. It made him grow up faster, made him more responsible and it made him realize that you don't need anyone but yourself, that you shouldn't trust anyone but yourself because in the end everyone will betray you – something that Pythor had just proven true to him.

However, talking about his mother had never really been easy for him. He didn't even know why because talking about his father on the other hand had never been a problem to him. Maybe it was because of the simple fact that his mum had left him voluntarily, whereas his dad didn't have that much of a choice because he was apparently banished into the Underworld.

Sometimes he would think about why his mum had left him. Was it his fault? Probably. Who would want to raise the child of some supervillain, anyways? But at the same time, he was her son, too, so the problem must have lied somewhere else. Maybe he was too annoying? Too clingy? Just too much in general?

Whatever it was, it had made her leave – not that he cared of course (except maybe he did). He had no use for a mother, just like he had no use for an uncle or friends. Who needed friends? He could be his own friend! It's not like anyone could understand him or his struggles anyways, these annoying Ninja probably all came from perfect families and had gotten everything handed to them on a silver plate. They didn't know what it was like to grow up without parents, without a loving home. They didn't know what it was like to grow up and constantly be judged for the fact that you're Lord Garmadon's kid – either because you weren't bad enough or too bad. They didn't know what it was like to be all alone.

It was fine, though. He didn't care about being alone, he only stayed on the Bounty because he could use the others, that was all. As soon as he didn't see any benefits or advantages in living with them anymore he would leave and never look back because he definitely didn't care for them. Not for how they were, for how they were doing or for what they thought of him.

But then why were Kai's words still all he could think about and why did the tears not stop falling?

#saga writes #ninjago #ninjago lloyd #ninjago fanfiction #writing #found family #what we miss and what we gain #wwmawwg #child abandonment

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omgrachwrites · 3 years

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Falling Stars (Sequel to Tell A Tale of You and Me) - Prologue

Pairing: Dean Thomas x Reader

Summary: In the midst of a brewing war you fall for one of your classmates, a boy that you used to know. When you have the chance to fight against evil, you fight for what you believe in.

Chapter Summary: Chapter Summary: In your third year you finally meet your father and discover he’s as wonderful as your mother has always told you. Unfortunately, it leads you to have an awkward conversation with your friend and crush.

Warnings: fluff, angst, dialogue heavy, kind of ooc Draco

Words: 2703

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: Here we are, the prologue of the sequel! This part is set in the third year but the rest of the fic will be set in fifth year! Also, I’ll be writing chapter summaries for this fic! You guys will get to see Dean’s POV in the next part! This is still a reader insert fic, the reader just has a name! Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist! I love you all!

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Prologue - Stormy Eyes and Dimpled Smiles

As a little girl your mother had always told you stories about your father, she told you what a great man he was and how much she loved him. But, as you got older she had told you that he’d been betrayed by someone who he called a friend and he’d been carted off to Azkaban. But he was innocent, your mum had always insisted upon that and she wouldn’t lie to you.

When you were accepted into Hogwarts your mum had begged for you to use her maiden name as your surname, she didn’t want you to get bullied when people discovered who your dad was. However, changing your name would have been an insult to your dad and nobody had really bullied you for it.

Your heart was beating wildly as adrenaline coursed through your veins as you grabbed your broomstick, pulled on the dragon hide jacket that used to belong to your dad and you left your dormitory.

“Cassie,” your second cousin sighed as you wandered into the common room with a determined look on your face, “please don’t do this, don’t go to him.”

You groaned at his words, “Draco, you told me that my father is in the top cell of The Dark Tower. Do you really expect me not to go to him? You don’t understand, you have your father here, I know he might not be the best dad but you still have him. I’m not asking for your permission.”

Draco sighed and finally relented, “fine, just be careful Cass.”

You laughed as you quirked an eyebrow, “you’re not going soft on me, are you Malfoy?” you teased and he scoffed as he looked away with the hint of a smirk on his face. You smiled as you leaned forwards and hugged him, “see you later,” before he could reply you were out of the common room.

You knew what was going to happen to your dad if you didn’t get to him in time, he would have to endure getting his soul sucked out by the Dementors and you couldn’t let that happen. You hardly remembered your dad but you loved him fiercely. You had never run so fast in your life, thankfully you didn’t meet anyone as you sprinted through the castle corridors. You didn’t see anyone until you passed the portrait hole outside of the Gryffindor common room and you saw one of your friends – and your secret crush – Dean standing outside.

“Cass, where are you going?” he called after you and you stupidly flushed at the sound of his voice.

“I’ll explain later Dean,” you shouted over your shoulder, and you carried on running like the wind.

Once you got out onto the grounds you mounted your broom and soared up through the velvet night sky on the way to meet your dad, you felt sick with nerves. When you got to the top of the tower you saw your dad through the bars, he was sitting there with his head in his hands. You were too scared to speak out loud so instead you cleared your throat.

Sirius’ head shot up and he stared at you with wild haunted eyes, he was still as handsome as the man you had seen in photographs but he was so thin and gaunt. His hair was matted and the gleam in his eyes had died. He truly looked like a man on the run.

“Who are you?” he mumbled, frowning at you from behind the bars.

“I uh, well,” you stammered, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

Sirius regarded you closely before he gasped and you saw his dull grey eyes fill up with tears, it made his eyes sparkle in the moonlight, “Cassie, is that you? You look beautiful, just like your mother did at your age,” he smiled.

You nodded as the tears trickled down your cheeks and you gave him a watery smile, “it’s me dad,” you sniffled.

The gap between the bars was big enough that he could get his hand through and he cupped your cheek, wiping away your tears, “let’s get you out of here,” you felt around for your wand and that was when you realised that you had left it on your bed, “I don’t have it,” you sighed, you felt like such an idiot, you had forgotten your wand when your dad’s life was in jeopardy, “I’m so sorry,” you sniffled.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay sweetheart. I’m just so happy to see you,” he grinned, “how is your mother?”

“She’s fine, she misses you so much,” it was hard to see that your mum wasn’t truly happy. How could she be when the love of her life was behind bars?

A crease formed in the middle of his forehead and it looked like he was seconds away from bursting into tears, “Merlin, I miss her more and more as each day goes by.”

You bit your lip and decided to address the pressing issue, “I know that you’re innocent, you were betrayed by one of your best friends. Mum always used to tell me and Uncle Remus that you were innocent, I’m sure whether Uncle Remus believed it.”

“Uncle Remus?” Sirius raised an eyebrow and burst out laughing. His laugh was a warm, rich sound, it made you feel protected and you almost remembered it from your childhood, “I’m sure Remus loves that,” there was a sparkling gleam to his warm eyes and you smiled sheepishly.

“Mum didn’t want him to be alone.”

Sirius nodded, “I heard that Morgana, Remus’ wife died. They were together in school, she was nice.”

“She was killed by a Death Eater a few years after Harry’s parents died.”

“Your mum has always been like that Cass, she’s always been exceedingly kind, she’s never wanted anyone to feel alone,” you could see that he was still plainly in love with your mum, after twelve years. But you knew that she was still in love with him too. You wished that one day you would meet somebody who desperately loved you.

Your dad cleared his throat as he looked at you with a cheeky grin, “so, Cass, tell me about yourself. I can’t believe I don’t really know anything about my daughter, I take it you play Quidditch? You look very much at ease up there.”

You giggled as you nodded, Quidditch was your pride and joy, you loved playing it so much, “yes I do, and I’m a Chaser. Though, I’m the only girl on my team,” you fiddled with the ends of your hair, suddenly feeling nervous, “I’m in Slytherin, I know you would rather have me be sorted into Gryffindor but I wasn’t.”

“Woah, sweetheart,” he chuckled, holding up his hands, “I don’t care what house you’re sorted into; the only thing I care about is if you’re happy. Besides, your Uncle Regulus was a Slytherin and even though we had our differences, he was my brother and I loved him. One of the best teachers that I’d ever had was a Slytherin too, Horace Slughorn, it’s not a weakness to be a Slytherin. I love you Cass.”

You grinned as you felt your tears well up and you felt an overwhelming amount of love for your dad. He was just as you had always hoped, “I love you too dad.”

Sirius smiled as he raised an eyebrow and nodded at your jacket, “is that my jacket?” he laughed.

“Yeah,” you smiled bashfully, “mum gave it to me at the start of the school term and I’ve hardly taken it off.”

“It was my first dragon hide jacket, my first of many. It suits you Cass.”

You spent about ten minutes talking to your dad about your experience at Hogwarts – you even told him about Dean – before you were interrupted by Harry Potter. Harry and Hermione were on Buckbeak’s back and you were momentarily speechless as Harry smiled at you kindly, “hi Cass.”

“Hey Harry,” you smiled; you knew that Harry was here to rescue Sirius because your dad was his godfather.

You moved out of the way as Hermione pointed her wand at the bars, “Bombarda!” she shouted and the bars exploded right off the cell and Sirius hopped onto Buckbeak. You felt a twinge of jealousy at the fact that Hermione had been the one to release your dad. Sirius must have seen the look on your face because he chuckled and kissed your forehead.

When the four of you reached the courtyard, you stood back to let Harry have his time with your dad, Sirius was his godfather after all. You sighed as you breathed in the warm night air as you leaned against the stone wall. It was hard not to feel jealous but your dad didn’t just belong to you.

“Are you alright Cass?” Hermione asked you sweetly, her hair was bushier than usual due to her flying through the sky on the Hippogriff’s back, “tonight must have been a weird one for you.”

“I just found him, after twelve years. I hardly remember anything about him before he was sent off to Azkaban, I don’t want to lose him again,” you sniffed, blinking the tears out of your eyes.

“Oh, Cass,” Hermione sighed and pulled you into a warm hug, you hadn’t always been friendly with Hermione but right now, you needed a hug. You hugged her back tightly as you rested your head against her shoulder.

“I have to go now Cass,” your dad’s voice caused you to pull away from Hermione and you ran into his open arms.

You felt a great pain in your heart as Sirius wrapped his arms around you, “when will I see you again? I have to know,” you asked thickly as you fought back tears.

“Soon, I promise, just keep an eye on the horizon,” he chuckled as he pulled away and cupped your cheeks, “I love you Cass,” he kissed your forehead.

“I love you too dad,” you sniffled.

As Sirius mounted Buckbeak, he turned to Hermione, “you really are the brightest witch of your age.”

Hermione smiled in response and then he was gone, flying deeper and deeper into the night sky. You hoped that he would go and see your mum; you lived for the day when you could see him again.

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On the last day of the school term you said goodbye to Remus and wandered down to the carriages that would take you into Hogsmeade Station. You sighed, leaning your head against the side of the carriage as it travelled towards the village. You wondered where your dad was now and you hoped that he was safe. Now that he was free from Azkaban you supposed that you could write to him over the summer. You were sure that he would appreciate it.

“So, what’s your father like?” Draco prompted as you got out of the carriage and walked onto the platform.

You smiled, you couldn’t believe that after twelve years you had seen him again, he was just as your mum had always said, “he’s wonderful.”

Draco nodded at you as you boarded the train, “you are sitting with us right?” he asked, gesturing to your Slytherin classmates, “lately, we’ve been a little concerned about where your loyalty lies,” he smirked and you scowled as someone in the crowd laughed.

“No, there’s something I need to do, I’ll just see you next term,” you hissed as you grimaced at him before you pushed past him and began to search the compartments.

You had to find Dean; now that your dad had escaped Hogwarts – and certain death – you guessed that your family would be pulled into drama. Dean didn’t deserve to be a part of it, he didn’t need the trouble. Your heart twisted as you rehearsed what you were going to say to him. Finally, you found the compartment he was sharing with Seamus and Neville, you really didn’t want to do this but you really had no other choice.

Taking a deep breath you pulled open the glass door and poked your head in, “Dean, can I talk to you for a second?”

Dean looked up and gave you a dimpled smile, the edges of his deep brown eyes crinkling as he did so. Merlin, you were going to miss that beautiful smile, especially with those dimples, “Hi Cass, of course,” he got up and followed you into the corridor.

You bit your lip nervously as you fiddled with the ends of your hair, “okay, I’m just going to come out and say it, Sirius Black is my dad.”

Dean raised an eyebrow as he let out a surprised laugh, “Cass, I know.”

“You do?” you frowned up at him, “why didn’t you say anything?”

Dean shrugged casually, “I dunno, I thought it might be something that you were insecure about, I didn’t want to pry so I figured that if you wanted to talk about it, you would have told me already. It must have been hard for you,” he offered you another one of those brilliant smiles.

You felt the warmth gather in your chest, you wished that you could have told him that your dad was innocent but he would never believe you. He was so sweet and kind, there was no way that you could tell him that you didn’t want to be friends with him anymore, “Merlin, that is so nice,” you smiled and Dean let out a nervous little chuckle, “with my dad being on the run and everything, things will be crazy with my family and I don’t think that I’ll be able to hang out this summer,” you weren’t exactly lying.

“Hey,” Dean smiled and pulled you into a warm hug, resting his chin on the top of your head, “that’s completely fine, just let me know if you ever want an escape from it.”

You bit your lip to keep the goofy grin at bay, “I will,” you pulled back slightly to smile up at him, “thanks Dean.”

The sound of the door being wrenched open caused you to jump away from each other and Seamus poked his head out with a mischievous smile on his face, “wanna come and sit with us Cass?” he smirked over at Dean.

You and Dean exchanged amused glances and you shrugged, “sure, I’d love to,” you beamed and sat opposite Neville.

Neville gave you a wary look and you couldn’t exactly blame him, most of your Slytherin classmates had been horrible to him and you couldn’t understand why. There was no need for people to be mean to him, it was uncalled for, “hi Neville, what book have you got there?”

“Hi Cass,” he stuttered, “um, it’s a book about Herbology,” he gestured to the heavy tome on his lap.

You nodded with a grin, “I’ve heard that you’re really good at it.”

Neville shrugged as he flushed bright red, “I guess, I’m okay at it,” he smiled. You caught Dean’s eye and he gave you a warm smile.

“So Cass,” Seamus started, “will you still be playing Quidditch next year?”

You laughed and nodded, there was no way that you would ever stop playing Quidditch, “of course, maybe Slytherin will have more of a chance next year because Oliver won’t be the Keeper.”

Seamus burst out laughing as he shook his head, “no chance.”

“I agree,” Dean smirked, “Gryffindor will be even more unstoppable next year because I’m trying out for the team.”

You felt a competitive thrill course through your body and you narrowed your eyes at your crush, “I’ll kick your arse into next week, Thomas.”

Neville and Seamus watched your interaction intently with amused looks on their faces, “promises, promises,” Dean smirked, causing you to laugh.

The rest of the journey consisted of the four of you laughing and joking – even Neville warmed up to you – as you played Exploding Snap. You could hardly keep your eyes off of Dean and you were looking forward to the next term. You had no idea that there would be no Quidditch matches and you had no idea that the wizarding world was about to be plunged into darkness.

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could u do a harry one shot where he brings his girl home with him for christmas and it’s after the release of fl and she’s worried anne and gemma won’t like her but they end up getting along very well and gemma pulls her aside and thanks her because she’s never seen harry this happy with ANYONE and it’s just soft christmas stuff with him and his family :)

Christmas at the Styles’ Home

“Are you sure they want me here? I feel bad intruding on your family Christmas after only meeting your mum and Gemma once...” Y/N nervously rambles, biting her bottom lip as her fingers tightly grip the Tupperware full of cookies she made for them.

“Oh hush!” Harry scolds, grabbing a bag full of gifts as they head towards the front door, “They we’re begging me to have you come! They love you. What’s got ya so worried, darling?”

“It’s just...” she pauses, still gnawing on her bottom lip, “they’re your family, H! What if I do something, or-or saying they don’t like and they hate me and then you hate me and then we break up-“

“Sweetheart, that’s not going to happen, okay? Let’s go inside and you’ll see everything will be okay.” He whispers, his fingers going through her hair and kissing her temple, knocking the door, “everything’s gonna be great.”

She looks up at him nervously, her fingers turning white from holding onto the Tupperware tightly, leaning her shoulder onto him as she nervously looks between him and the door, her heart racing faster as she hears the footsteps approach.

The door swings open suddenly, seeing the beautiful brunette woman smiling, squealing with joy as she sees them, pulling them both into her tightly, pressing a kiss to both of their cheeks before pulling back.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you, thank you for coming! I’m so glad you could make it, sweetheart!” Anne gushed, pulling through younger girl back in for another hug.

“Mum I’m here too!” Harry fake pouted, “ya know, ya son!”

“Hello, hows my baby boy?” Anne taunted, pulling away from Y/N after sending her a wink, pushing Harry’s cheeks together before pulling her little, much bigger than her boy in for another hug, “I missed you, sweetheart.”

“Mum!” Harry groaned, cheeks turning pink as he looked over at his girlfriend giggling, playfully pushing his mum away after kissing her cheek, grabbing the bag and heading inside, “where’s Gemm-“

“Y/N!” Gemma shouted, rushing over and practically tackling the girl, “I missed you so much! Oh my god did you make cookies? You’re a godsend!”

“Hi Gem!” Y/N giggles, hugging the girl back before handing her the case of homemade cookies, shyly tucking a hair behind her ear, “yeah, um Harry actually told me you and your moms favorite so I made some!”

“Oh sweetheart! You didn’t need to do that!” Anne coos, hugging the girl again, “but I guess we should eat them!”

Gemma and Anne both dig in and after a single bite they send their praises to Y/N, eating the cookie quickly before grabbing another. Y/N’s heart warms as the two girls invite her over and begin conversation.

Harry comes up behind her, after placing the gifts they brought under the tree, wrapping his arms around her waist as she sat on a barstool, kissing her temple as he admired the three most important girls in his life mesh so easily.

“What are you three talking about Harry inquires, squeezing Y/N’s shoulders before sitting on an open stool next to her.

“You!” All the three of them say, Anne and Gemma changing the position of their phone screens to be facing Y/N to face Harry, showing embarrassing childhood photos.

“Oh god” Harry grumbles, covering his face in my hands, “what have I done? I created an evil trio who just want to embarrass me.”

The girls laugh, Y/N leaning forward as the two tell her a story of something Harry did in his childhood at a Christmas party when he was 6. She laughs loudly, leaning into Harry’s shoulder as she tries to catch her breathe from laughing so hard.

Harry could get used to this.

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Many hours, presents and cookies later, the cleanup begins as the Christmas celebration starts coming to an end.

“Harry, sweetheart, I washed the sheets in your room this morning for the two of you so could you help me put them on?” Anne asks and her son nods, pressing a kiss onto Y/N’s forehead before following his mom upstairs, sending her a wink.

She blushes, going back to helping Gemma with the dishes, not expecting his mother to be okay with them sharing a bed while staying at her place.

Her and Gemma continued talking, discussing things like work, life and relationships. Y/N loved hearing about Gemmas boyfriend, excited to meet him when he comes into town tomorrow.

“Hey, uhm, can I talk to you about something... serious?” Gemma asks, clearly nervous as she clears her throat, rubbing the towel on her hands much longer than she needed.

“Y-yeah” Y/N squeaks, biting her bottom lip nervously at this sudden change of pace from how they were just laughing minutes ago.

Her heart was pounding, looking towards the stairs as she hears Harry laughing with his mom, her heart melting and she can’t stop herself from imaging what it would be like if every year it could be like this, with her family there too.

“It’s about Harry, obviously before you he went through a lot, he was lost and he went to Japan all on his own and you know he’s my brother... my only sibling and it’s so hard to see him like that...” Gemma started, “but he got better, really found himself and then he found you, and... I remember the day he called me after meeting you. He called me and told me that he found the love of his life.”

“Really?” Y/N whispers, feeling her heart drop at the confession and her eyes well up, “he said that?”

Gemma smiles, stepping closer to Y/N and rubbing her arm, “I have never seen him so... so happy. Not after a show, not after an award, chart placement, sales... not even in another relationship. You can just see how free he feels. He loves you so much, so I don’t know... just thank you. Thank you for letting him be himself and just... loving him for him. Not for who everyone else sees him as.”

Y/N lets out a breathe, a tear falling down her cheek and Gemma quickly lets out a soft laugh, pulling the younger girl into her and hugging her, softly consoling her.

“I’m sorry.” She laughed, embarrassed at her slight breakdown, “I just- I was so scared you were going to hate me and it was just so important to me that you two liked me because, I just love him so much.”

“Why were you scared?” She laughed, “We have been begging Harry to have you over since we first met you! My mom hugged you before her son!”

The two both bursted into laughter, Gemma hugging the girl again and pulling away, wiping away the last few tears, “all good?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.” She giggles, “You have no idea how nervous I was. I just... sorry this is weird he’s your brother. I just, he and you two mean so much to me. I love him and you two, and just thank you for being so welcoming.”

“You’re family now.” Gemma smiles, smirking and then nodding behind her.

Y/N turns, seeing Harry standing there, a soft smile on his face, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the counter. He opens arms, welcoming his girl to come into them as she notices him standing there.

Gemma shoves her towards him, laughing before heading upstairs with her mom, letting them have their moment. Y/N shyly inches over, her face red after Harry have witnessed her confession.

Her arms go around him as his go around her, burying her face in his chest as his finger run through her hair, kissing the top of her head.

“Good talk?” He chuckles, cupping her face in his hand, pulling it up so she looks at him and she just nods, holding him tighter.

They stay there for a few moments, holding each other tightly, their heartbeats syncing as they stand together, something Harry could describe as pure bliss. The love of his life in his arms, in his childhood home on Christmas.

“I love you so much.” He whispers, “more than you will ever know.”

“I love you too, Harry.” She softly replies, “love of my life.”

“Yeah?” He smirks, pulling her face back to him and kissing her, “that’s good. Knew you were my soulmate the day we met.”

“I just heard!” She giggled, “Gem just told me you called her, so what did you say?”

His face turning bright red, a hand removing from her waist as it reaches up to cover his pink cheeks, before letting it fall, kissing her softly again, “tell ya on our wedding day.”

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Holiday | Part 13 |

Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader (Female) | You’ve been friends with Alex Turner and the other boys from Arctic Monkeys since you were 13. You never for a second thought that Alex would release a song about you though. From late night phone calls and almost constant texting and teasing, you’ve managed to stay close with him over the years. When a pact is established and a holiday is arranged, life seems to be treating you very well. But a month in LA will either make or break you.

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A/N: It’s Friday, which means you get your next dose of Holiday! So, this series is probably going to end up being around 20 Parts all together. That’s not for definite but with what I have prewritten and what I have planned for it that seems like the number it’s going to end up around. Not for definite but don’t worry we aren’t anywhere near done yet. Taglists are always open. Thank you for reading x

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The click of the door unlocking distracts you from your conversation and you can already tell that as soon as that door opened something embarrassing would take place. And you weren’t wrong.

You press your lips together as you watch the front door open. The men around you laugh at the joke that one of them just made as you watch Y/B/F push the front door open, and you just wait until she inevitably notices who’s inside your flat.

When the door is halfway open, she immediately looks over and her eyes go wide which causes you to grin at her. She doesn’t even look your way before she completely retracts herself back out of the room with a little squeal of excitement.

You couldn’t stop the giggle leaving your lips as you watched the front door close behind her and you lent your head on Alex’s shoulder as you heard him start laughing at her reaction too.

“Who was that?” Jamie asks you, looking from the door to you.

Nick also looked completely confused, which you weren’t surprised about. Not everyone walked into a room, squealed and then immediately left.

“Just Y/B/F” You tell them as your giggles die down.

“Your best mate?” Jamie confirms, he remembered you talking about her before.

You pick your head up off Alex’s shoulder to nod, “Yeah she lives here too. Didn’t pre-warn her that you were coming though”

“She knows who we are?” Nick asks.

“Yeah we met at one of your gigs, rest is history” You smile at the memory.

Jamie looks at you curiously before asking, “When?”

“Humbug tour” You say as you sit up a bit.

“Didn’t tell her I knew you straight away though… And she only became obsessed when I was having a moment of weakness and watched 2007 Glastonbury again” You continue to tell them as you stand yourself up so you can go and check if she’s okay.

You started walking towards the front door when you heard Alex sigh.

“Why am I going out with someone who’s obsessed with me?” Alex shakes his head at you.

“Are you having a laugh?” Jamie asks him whilst wearing a very confused expression.

He was obviously thinking the same thing as you.

“Al, hunny” You say turning back to look at him, “Everyone in the room can vouch that you were just as obsessed with me as I was with you”

“I mean she’s right” Nick shrugs and Jamie nods in confirmation.

You giggle as Alex looks at them like he’s broken-hearted because they sided with you.

“You’re meant to be my mates, stick up for me” You hear him scorn them as you make your way towards your front door to see if your best friend is alright.

You open up the door and take a step outside as you say, “Y/B/F?”

You look right first but see nothing, then you check left and see her just stood down the corridor with her shopping bags still in hand. You smile at her before letting the door close behind you as you walk towards her.

You smile at her as you approach her, “Are you okay?”

“Y/N/N that was Jamie Cook and Nick O’Malley, right? Or am I seeing things?” She asks you, completely blanking your question.

“No, you’re right” You chuckle before talking some of the many shopping bags from her.

“Fuck me” Y/B/F sighs before leaning her head against the wall. Still a little in shock, it seems.

After a moment, she looks back at you and says, “Jamie Cook is sat in my spot”

“Yeah but you’re not gunna kick him out of it, are you?” You laugh.

“Hell no” Y/B/F says with a massive grin on her face.

You start slowly walking back to your door which you notice that, in her shock, she’d left her keys in.

You suppress your giggle before asking her, “Are you prepared to say hello?”

She shakes her head at you.

“Not really, I look like a tramp” She gestures down at herself.

You looked at what she was wearing and shook her head. She looked so cute in her baby pink joggers, white trainers, and her long sleeved white cropped V-neck top.

“That’s a lie, you look gorgeous” You tell her, wishing you’d attempted to look cute.

You just wore your blue jeans with a long-sleeve black top tucked into them. You were in your slippers currently too just because you weren’t going anywhere with Alex until later on, so you thought you’d be comfy for a while longer.

Alex had made his usual effort though and was dressed in his black boots, jeans and a black and white striped top. Crazy how even the simplest of outfits made him look fucking incredible.

“You think so?” Y/B/F asks you as if she didn’t believe you at all.

God you loved her so much. She was too precious.

“Yes, most definitely” You tell her with a big grin before you open up the door once again, except this time Y/B/F stays inside when she enters.

“You know what? I sometimes wish you didn’t have a boyfriend so I could get off with you” She sighs as she places her bags down on the ground next to where you’d just put her others.

You laugh at what she said before making your way back over to sit next to Alex. As you do that though you nudge him a bit so he will budge up so Y/B/F can come and sit down next to you.

“Right Y/B/F, it’s nearly been two months. You can’t wish me away that quickly” Alex tells her as he moves up and you take a seat next to him again.

You smiled at him telling her that. You knew two months wasn’t a big anniversary by any means, but you were pleased to know he knew how long you’d been together for.

You shouldn’t have been surprised though. Alex was one of the most romantic people you knew.

Everything had been plain sailing for the both of you back over in the UK thankfully. It had been a week since you were at your Mum’s and you’d all coexisted in the smallish flat quite well.

In fairness, you weren’t there for most of the day but from what your best friend and Alex had told you when you’d come back home, they got on quite well and gave each other the space they needed.

Y/B/F was now obviously off work because it was the summer holidays and Alex floated around your flat keeping himself busy either by playing your guitar or watching TV. You guessed he’d been napping too considering the state of his hair when you’d come home from work the other day.

You knew he’d being going seeing his Mum and Dad a lot too, something which you were both going to do later on. You hadn’t been to see them with him yet because you’d been knackered after work every night, but you couldn’t wait to see them in a bit.

“Sorry Al, I just miss the days when I could pull my best friend” Y/B/F shrugs her shoulders pretending to sound a bit deflated.

That seems to get Alex’s attention though and his head snaps towards you.

“You used to pull each other?” He asks you with his brown eyes staring at you.

Looks like someone liked the idea of that.

You grin at him, “It’s happened more than once”

“Would be happening again right now if it was up to me” She mumbles as she passes by you all just to chuck her shopping bags into her room.

“I mean it doesn’t look like he’ll have any complaints about it” You chuckle with suggestive eyebrows at her before she disappears off into her room.

She shouts back to you, “I bet he wouldn’t”

“I don’t have any objections either” Jamie grins at you.

You start giggling at Jamie saying that and Y/B/F comes and sits down next to you. She gets herself comfy on the settee when she smiles at Jamie and Nick.

“It’s nice to meet the both of you. I’m Y/B/F” She introduces herself.

“Yes, we have heard a lot about you” Nick smiles back at her.

Jamie grins and chuckles though, “Mostly about the present you sent Alex”

“Oh, for fucks sake” You sigh before sinking into Alex’s side a bit more.

“Ha, yeah, it was a pretty good idea and from what I hear, it went down a treat” Y/B/F giggles before nudging you in your side which you playfully glare at her for doing.

“Think treat would be an understatement from the things I was hearing” Jamie chuckles and it almost sounds evil.

“What have you heard?” You sceptically ask him before you look to Alex wondering what he’d been telling his mates.

Alex just look at you and shakes his head, “Don’t look at me. I didn’t tell anyone anything”

You could tell he was being serious.

“Oh for fucks sake, is Miles making shit up again?” You turn back to the other two Monkeys on the sofa opposite wanting to know.

“Matt mostly, actually” Nick tells you and you shake your head.

You tut before saying, “He wasn’t even there when he opened it though. He’s full of shit”

“No but apparently he saw Alex’s wrists the following day” Nick grinned.

“Alex’s wrists!?” Y/B/F shouts from next to you.

She shot straight up in her seat and turned towards you and Alex with her jaw practically on the ground.

“Jesus Christ” You murmur before running a hand through your hair.

“Did you- Oh my god” She stammers, and you just press your lips together whilst you look at her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” She asks you, her jaw still hanging open.

You shrug innocently before pointing to Alex, “Because I feel like I divulge too much of my sex life, especially when it’s with him”

“What is that meant to mean?” Alex asks you with raised eyebrows.

You laugh, “You’re pretty so people wanna know more about you”

Nick and Jamie just laugh at that. Alex looks like he wished he didn’t ask.

“I actually can’t believe it I’ve never been prouder” Y/B/F excitedly tells you.

You grin at her, “Thank you my love”

She blows a kiss at you and you laugh before blowing one back despite being sat next to each other.

“You know if I didn’t know how obsessed with each other you are” Nick starts by pointing between you and Alex.

He then continues to say, “I would think you were the roommate Al, and they were going out”

You and Alex chuckle at that but Y/B/F backs up Nick’s point.

“He is the constant third wheel, yes” She confirms, and it makes Alex scoff as he throws his arm around your shoulder.

“I’ll get off with her in front of you in a minute” He threatens and you have try and not roll your eyes.

She laughs and stands herself up, “You won’t because you’ll know I enjoy it”.

That caused you to snort because you know it would be true.

“Yeah, there are pros and cons of having a bisexual best mate” You chuckle as you watch her walk towards the kitchen.

“Pros outweigh the cons” Y/B/F says as she turns to look back at you.

“Oh definitely” You say as Nick and Jamie laugh.

She asks you guests politely, “Do you’s two want a brew?”

“Yes please” Nick smiles at her.

Jamie nods before saying, “She’s already a better host than you two”

“I offered you a drink when you came in and you said no” You scoff, offended by your friends sat opposite you.

“She’s a shit friend just ignore her” Y/B/F says from the kitchen.

You scoff but don’t react to her other than that. You shake your head before looking over to Nick and Jamie who are silently chuckling to themselves.

They look so good; You were so glad they were here. You hadn’t seen them in over a year, so it really had been lovely catching back up with them.

“You gunna make us one Y/B/F?” Alex calls to her and she tells him to fuck off.

You pat his thigh before resting your hand on it. “Don’t be silly” You tell him, knowing exactly what she was about to tell him.

“You live here. Get up and make it yourself” She shouts back at him which makes you laugh.

“Didn’t want one anyway” Alex mumbled under his breath before he kissed the top of your head.

You had a little chuckle to yourself as you watch Y/B/F come back into the room with Nick and Jamie’s drinks in hand. And after they securely take it from her with a ‘thank you’ she goes back and gets her drink before sitting herself down next to her again.

“So, I believe you two met at our gig?” Nick asks Y/B/F more than he asks you.

You nod as she follows up with, “Oh yeah. Those were the days”

“Alex, bring back the humbug hair please” She excitedly asks him too.

“I mean it’s really not that far off” He says before running his hand through it.

He’d not gelled it back today, but after his shower he’d pushed it so it was out of his face and it was getting quite long. You didn’t fail to tell him how good it looked either.

A little longer and he’d look like a brown-haired version of Prince Charming, and you were certainly okay with that.

“But yeah we met at your Liverpool show… Then we were next to each other again in the pit for Sheffield weren’t we and we got talking before the support came on” She tells them before taking a sip of her drink.

“We exchanged numbers at that show, didn’t we?” You ask her.

She nods, “Yeah we did, because I texted you to see if you were going to the Newcastle one”

“Which I obviously was” You grin at the boys around you and they shake their heads at you.

You knew you were a weirdo superfan, but you couldn’t help it. You just loved a good gig and their music was top tier.

“But we both weren’t going to your London shows but we then realised that at the time we lived twenty minutes away from each other, so we ended up going in my car to the Newcastle one” You carry the story on.

Alex looks at you then and says, “I swear for half of these you didn’t tell us you were coming to them though”

“No I didn’t because when I came to see you at the end of the Manchester gig, you were fuming I’d been driving all over when I could have just come on the bus with you guys” You smile remembering it fondly.

You continue, “And then you made me get the bus with you to Nottingham and you got them to detour back through Manchester so I could get my car before you went up to Glasgow”.

“Fucking hell, I’m glad you weren’t in the pit for that gig” Alex says before hugging you slightly closer to him.

“Shit yeah, that was bad that” Jamie remembers.

Y/B/F looks around at the men in the room slightly confused, “Why? What happened in Glasgow?”

“The crowd were animals. They were throwing shit at us” Nick tells her.

Alex tells her, “We had to stop a few times… Didn’t we?” Double checking with the other lads.

You knew he was right because you remembered him telling you about it afterwards.

“Yeah bloody rowdy bastards. Never seen anything like it” Jamie shook his head with wide eyes, obviously remembering the whole ordeal.

You feel it was the perfect time to throw in a joke.

“So… You could say they were dangerous animals” You say almost immediately wanting to laugh at yourself.

You knew it was a bad joke but since being home with Y/B/F you’d got back into the habit of saying them.

“Oh fuck off” Alex sighs immediately and shakes his head.

He removes his arm from around you before pushing you towards your best friend.

“You can have her Y/B/F” Alex says, and you lean against your best friend instead.

She whispers in your ear, “I’m glad you said that joke because I was seconds away from saying it”

You both just have a little giggle to each other before a new conversation starts back up. Half an hour passes by really quickly whilst you all chat away and it’s all relatively calm.

To begin with.

“How are Katie and Kelly?” You ask Jamie and Nick.

“My lot are doing great thank you” Jamie smiles.

Nick nods, “Yeah, same for me”

“Both your babies are okay?” You check with a smile.

Both men opposite you nod their heads and your glad to know that everything is good with them.

“Yeah they are doing great” Nick tells you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even know you had a kid Nick” Y/B/F says.

“And that’s what I like to hear” Nick grins liking that his privacy is still maintained.

You chat a little more about how they are doing before you just settle into conversation and before long Jamie brings up about when Y/B/F entered the room.

“Your entrance was quite comical Y/B/F” He grins at her.

“Yeah sorry about that. Not used to having my heroes sat in my home” She says a tad embarrassed before taking another mouthful of her brew.

Nick chuckles, “Wow don’t think I’ve ever been called a hero before”.

“Well you most definitely are one. You’ve saved mine and Y/N’s lives more than you’ll ever know” She tells them.

You nod with a smile.

“How’s that?” Jamie asks.

“Well we have a saying in this flat…” Your best friend starts, and you take over to finish it.

“An album a day keeps the depression away” You smile.

Your smile only gets bigger when Alex starts chuckling next to you.

“And nine times out of ten it’s one of your albums” Y/B/F confirms.

“Or Miles’” You point out.

She grins suggestively at you before saying, “Oh yes, who could forget about that man”

“You need to prepare yourself for when you meet him” You say as you scoot yourself closer to Alex again.

She bolted up so she was sitting up in her seat properly, “Miles is coming?!”

“Not today. Don’t worry” Alex eases her worries.

“Thank fuck” Y/B/F breathed out a sigh of relief as she sank back into sofa, “I was about to run to the shower”

“What’s going on with Miles?” Jamie asks.

“They have been in contact and you know…” Alex trails off and you roll your eyes at having to take over.

Sometimes he was still too pure around his mates. You of all people knew how dirty that mouth could be.

You didn’t think he should have a problem saying what was going on.

“They’re gunna fuck, is what he’s trying to say” You fill them in.

“Oh right, nice one” Nick chuckles looking from you to Y/B/F.

Jamie asked curiously, “How’d that even come about?”

“Y/N/N half set them up” Alex informed him.

“Not really, they grouped together embarrassing me about Alex” You tell them the full truth.

“Which time?” Y/B/F asks.

You’re about to answer her but then she carries on.

“The time I told them that your most relatable video was Snap Out Of It, or when I told them that you thought about Alex when you were with that other guy” She yet again spills your secrets.

“You thought about Al whilst you were with someone else?” Jamie gasped with a grin plastered on his face.

Nick’s jaw is on the ground, but he also laughs at what had just been revealed.

“I fucking hate you” You tell your best friend.

“I can’t believe you’ve done this again” You sigh dramatically before leaning your head on Alex’s shoulder to hide for a second.

However, Alex smirks and aids Y/B/F in spilling your secrets, “Yeah, he was too boring for her apparently, so because she was listening to our music, she thought about me”

You can hear Jamie’s laugh this time as Nick starts bullying you.

“You’re actually filthy” Nick chuckles with a disappointing shake of his head.

Your head snaps back up to say, “It’s not like any of you fuckers were meant to find out”

“You all know far too much about me, it’s not right” You shake your head and put your feet up on the sofa so you can hug your legs.

“Well I’m sorry that you were being a whore for your best friend, and he found you fit too…” Y/B/F defends herself.

“I think I set you up and I don’t near you complaining when you’re shagging in the next room” She continues before taking another sip of her drink, so she didn’t laugh.

Jamie and Nick try and hold back their laughter at that and you shake your head.

“Fuck my life” You say before hiding your face into your legs that you’re still hugging.

“It sounds like he does” Y/B/F says nonchalantly, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

Nick and Jamie then burst out laughing and you can only hide by closing your eyes. Alex just chuckles and pulls you into him.

You feel him plant a kiss which makes you feel the slightest bit better.

“Sick of being bullied” You murmur as you pick your head and look to the people around you again.

Alex smiles at you and shrugs before saying, “I’m still gunna shag you either way”

He has you laughing at that, so that made it a little difficult for him to kiss you, but he got one after a second of giggling.

“Oh, forgot to tell you” Y/B/F taps your shoulder

“Want me to ruin your favourite song off Favourite Worst Nightmare?” Y/B/F asks you.

“I don’t think you can ruin that song” You tell her.

Alex asks you, “Which song?”

“You should know you wrote it” Jamie tells him.

“Yeah sorry I’ll just read her mind and tell you which one it is” Alex furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head.

Sarcastic bastard.

“Is it 505?” Nick asks with a smile.

You shake your head, “Nope”

“Stop guessing” Alex says because he knows Nick will just carry on guessing and he will probably go through the whole album without getting it right.

“See if you can guess from how I ruin it” Y/B/F grabs all of their attention

You pout, “I really don’t want you to ruin it though”

“Too bad” She smirks at you.

“Right come on tell us” Jamie hurries her on.

“The song is about a condom” She says before pressing her lips together watching for your reaction.

You pull a face at her before shaking your head, “No it’s not”

“Sing it to yourself in your head” She instructs, and you do as your told.

You literally get to the second line before your jaw drops and you turn to Alex and scowl. There’s no hesitation in your actions as you slap his arm.

“You’re fucking disgusting” You scowl at him before moving out of his grip.

“Right I’m sick of you two reading into my songs. Because I don’t even know which one she’s on about” Alex sighs

“Balaclava” You tell everyone.

“Is it bad I can’t even remember how it starts?” Jamie asks and you laugh.

“Running off over next door’s garden before the hour is done. It’s more a question of feeling than it is a question of fun” You say slowly as you look at Alex.

You couldn’t believe your favourite song now had these connotations.

“Al mate, that’s nasty shit” Nick scolds him.

Alex mumbles, “Fuck sake, I can’t win”

“I can’t believe you’ve just ruined my favourite one” You pout turning back to your best friend.

She smiles at you victoriously but says, “I’m sorry it ruined it for me too, so I had to share the discomfort”

You huff in your seat before looking at Alex.

“Sorry love but what did you think it was about?” He asks you.

“I don’t even know, I just thought it was some Bonnie and Clyde shit” You shrug and pout your lip.

“Well it’s still about that don’t worry” He smiles but shakes his head at you.

“It’s alright Y/N I’ll go out with you instead and write nice songs about something poetically tragic for you” She grabs you hand and kisses the back of it which makes you, Jamie, and Nick giggle.

“I can do that myself thanks” Alex says before taking your other hand and practically pulling you back into him.

He was the cutest but softest possessive boyfriend in the world.

“I take it you’ve told her about the album then?” Jamie smiles at the both of you.

“About Everything You’ve Come To Expect? Yeah, she came to the studio when we were doing some recording” Alex nods before getting up out of his seat.

Alex looks to see if everyone else around him still have full cups and they practically do so he just asks you if you would like a cup of tea and nod you head saying, “Please”

“Don’t mean that album” Jamie chips back in though

“What album then?” You ask confused.

“AM” He says, and you look at him blankly.

You pretty much knew everything about that album. You knew every lyric. Every beat of Matt’s drums. Every Guitar solo.

So, you were confused as to why he was bringing it back up.

“About how AM is practically an album about you” Jamie reveals, and you go deadly still.

Not being able to comprehend, you ask, “What?”

“Most of the songs on AM are about you” Jamie tells you again.

“No, they aren’t” You shake your head.

“Well they are… He’d be texting you and then start writing lyrics down the next minute” Jamie informs you.

But you don’t believe him.

“No, they’re about Arielle. They aren’t about me” You say completely in denial.

You were so confused. Even Nick was looking at you like he was sad that you weren’t realising.

“No, Fireside and Arabella are about Arielle. The rest are pretty much you” Jamie confirms.

“Yeah okay, Knee Socks is about me, but none of the others” You say.

Nick looks at you like you were a precious child that was too innocent to understand.

“Do I Wanna Know, R U Mine, One for the Road, Party Anthem, I Want It All, and if we’re counting the era Electricity is and Stop the world is obviously about you” Jamie lists them off on his fingers

“How is it obviously about me?” You asked, having none of it.

It had never even gone through your mind that any of these songs would be about anyone other than Arielle. She was with him whilst they recorded the songs to put on the album.

“Are you joking doesn’t the Stop the World’s lyrics literally go ‘Getting you alone isn’t easy to do’? Because me, Nick, and Matt were always around when you came to see us” Jamie makes his first point to you and it stuns you into silence.

“Dislikes everyone in the room…” Jamie quotes the next line but then shrugs.

“Speaks for itself that one” He says before glancing towards his mate in the kitchen who was definitely earwigging.

“Then what is it? Oh, ‘Doesn’t wanna tell you the truth’ because he didn’t, because he always thought your flirting was a joke” Jamie drops another bomb.

Nick takes over this time to tell you, “He always said that you left too soon whenever we saw you even when we were out till daylight”

“And he’s wanted to get off with you since we were sixteen” Jamie makes his final point, finishing off the chorus of the song.

“The album may have come out just after he broke up with Arielle, but he wrote most of the songs before he even got with her” Jamie tells you and that was when it hit you.

You went cold. Freezing cold.

You couldn’t believe it. All of your favourite songs were about you.

You were deadly silent and when Alex came back in you looked up at him your face still held complete shock.

“Is he being serious?” You ask.

You saw him nod and look at you cautiously. You murmur a ‘thank you’ as you take your tea off him.

“I… I don’t know what to say” You stumble on your words a bit as you watch as Alex sits back down next to you.

You really weren’t expecting that today. Or any day for that matter.

“You don’t have to say anything. They are what they are. You helped me a lot more than you actually know, but you don’t have to say anything” Alex says before taking the first sip of his tea.

You smile at him with your lips together and nod. You’d talk to him about it later, you didn’t want to make things awkward now.

“I fucking knew Stop The World was about you” Y/B/F carries it on though.

“How?” You ask completely baffled.

She tells you her theory, “After you came back and told me that you were together, I was listening to it and was thinking ‘yeah definitely. Got Y/N/N written all over it’”

You shake your head at her not believing her.

“I also guessed that You’re So Dark was based on that Halloween picture of you” She told the room and you shake your head.

Alex looked towards her with shock written on his face, “You’re freakishly good at knowing these things”

“You’re joking, You’re So Dark too?” You ask.

Alex smiles at you before pressing his lips together. So, he was telling you but also not.

YBF says, “Why are you surprised? The song literally says I want you down on all fours”

“Enough about Alex and sex please” You say having enough.

She raises her eyebrows at you, “Okay I’ll remind you of that when you wanna watch 2013 Glastonbury again and you have no one to drool with”

“I’ll just shag him as I watch it. Best of both worlds then” You fire back.

“Oh. My. God” Alex says like he wants to leave the building entirely.

You all just end up laughing.

Thankfully the conversation ends up going in a completely different direction after those revelations and the conversation is pretty peaceful. That is until an hour later Y/B/F pretty much makes you all jump.

“Nick O’Malley” Y/B/F says.

“Y/B/F” He comes back just as strong but then he quickly deflates with, “I don’t know your last name”

She giggles before she starts, “I’m surprised by you”

“How come?” He questions her curiously.

She shrugs, “I don’t know, I just always got the impression that you were really shy”

“No, not shy at all… I just don’t like people, so I don’t talk to them” Nick tells her with a grin

You laugh, “Absolute mood”

~*~*~*~

The lads stayed for a few hours before they had to head off back home to their wives and children. You’d had a really nice day catching up with them and you were glad you all got on so well together.

You decided to wait until you were alone with Alex to bring up the AM thing with him. You weren’t embarrassed by it at all, you were just a little shocked.

You genuinely never expected anything like that. And you’d never thought about any of those songs that way at all.

So, the first moment you got alone with him, which happened to be on the way to his Mum and Dad’s house, you decided to bring it up. You were driving your car that you and Y/B/F shared over to Alex’s as she was walking to her Mum’s house today.

You turned the radio down a little before you started talking.

“Al about before…” You trail off for a second.

He seemed to already know what you were about to say, “You don’t have to say anything Y/N/N, Jamie shouldn’t have told you”

“No, it’s okay” You say honestly.

Now it had sunk in, you really weren’t bothered by it.

“It’s a lot for someone to take in. He should’ve just kept his mouth shut” Alex sighs, obviously annoyed and you can see in your peripherals that he shook his head.

“Alex… All I wanna say is I’m flattered and… Call me self-absorbed but I’m still going to play them on repeat, regardless of who they’re about” You tell him honesty.

You’d spent almost the last 2 years being obsessed with that album. You weren’t for a second going to change that behaviour just because you’d been told certain songs were about you.

“You’ve got it tattooed on you; I would expect nothing less” Alex smiles at you.

You quickly glance back at him and smile. Unfortunately, you can’t keep your eyes on the gorgeous man next to you as you’re forced to look back to the road.

“I have questions though” You tell him a little sheepishly.

You hear him chuckle, “I never doubted that you would“

You quickly smile at him before asking, “How is electricity about me? Because I know for a fact that I hadn’t kissed you before that night in the bar. Because I would have remembered”

“Okay before I start, I just need to tell you that when I write a song… It starts off as literally a line or two or an idea, and then I think of a storyline around it mostly... And I liked to make the ones that have pieces of you in it, a bit more hidden” Alex explains, and you nod to show that you understand him whilst keeping an eye on the Sheffield traffic.

“So, Electricity…” He begins.

“That one was just when you used to kiss my cheek for a few seconds, and I could feel it for days after… And the nicknames you called me, and the little flirting that happened… That’s what that one was about” Alex tells you and you smile.

Alex tells you, “Oh and I guess when you helped me get over Alexa, I fell for you again then cause I literally just wanted to be on the phone to you all the time”

You turn your head slightly towards him and you’re about to say something else until he takes the words straight out of your mouth.

“If want me to explain them all I will do. I’ll go through them now” Alex says, and you smile before remaining silent.

He knew you too well.

Alex says, “Do I wanna know and R U Mine speak for themselves really”

“One For The Road literally started because I remembered being sat on the floor talking to you at your house party back in the day. I think it was the time your Mum got angry at us”

“Oh my god I actually remember that now you say it” You almost gasp.

It was the night that you forgot to tidy up after your house party. But you could remember sitting on the floor next to him because there was no room left on the sofa. You were there for a long while actually just shamelessly chatting away to him.

“So, you get that I built that song around that memory of you sitting on the floor chatting to me?” Alex double checks.

You nod your head understanding a little more how he became the creative genius that was Alex Turner.

“Okay good, so I Want It All... Is that one not obvious, now you know how I write them?” He asks you.

You shake your head, “No, not at all. I’ve got no idea how it’s related to me”

Alex sits up and turns to you a little bit more asking, “Do you not remember after that Suck It And See show, that you came back on the bus and you were completely besotted with the miniature whisky’s we had in there?”

You shake your head not remembering that at all.

“You drank almost all of it Y/N” He informed you.

“Why am I an alcoholic?” You sigh.

Alex just laughs at you before continuing, “Well yeah anyway when you were leaving, you kissed my cheek before you got into the taxi back home because the bus had to leave”

“I don’t remember that at all” You say honestly. “I remember coming onto the bus with you all, but I don’t remember drinking. I mean, I know I obviously drank but I don’t remember miniature whisky at all”

“Pisshead really, aren’t you?” Alex laughs.

You just laugh too as you make your way into High Green. You were almost there now so you hoped he’d continue spilling this information until you had to get out of the car.

“Jamie told you about Stop The World…” Alex continues on.

“You’re So Dark, primarily based on that picture of you on Halloween” He told you and you still couldn’t believe that.

It was the one year that you’d ever dressed moderately slutty for Halloween by having a short black dress on. You’d literally covered yourself in fake blood though and you had a shitty Dracula cape on that you’d splattered in blood too.

“But I don’t drive a Prius or read H P Lovecraft or Edgar Allen Poe?” You glance at him, still a little confused about that one.

“Right I had to make it clever or else you’d know it was about you. And I didn’t want you knowing… And I knew you never knew you were quoting them”

“I quoted who?” You ask with furrowed eyebrows.

“You used to quote Lovecraft and Poe all the time on your Instagram and you didn’t even know it” Alex informs you.

Oh shit.

You did used to google quotes to put as you Instagram captions back in the day. Maybe you should have fact checked.

“You love your vampire programmes and them shitty films from a few years back… And I remember your emo phase. You were always in your leather jacket and I’ll never forget that spiked collar you had”

He told you and you felt embarrassed. Mostly about the fact he was referencing really bad films that you once loved but the fact that he liked your emo phase. Most of the time you looked back at the pictures and hated them.

But you kept them on your account because there was no use in hiding from your past. You’d embraced it and one way or another it led to who you were today.

It’s another reason why you never deleted any pictures of your exes off your Instagram.

Alex continued to explain that song though, “You watch horror films which I sorta dipped into that a bit more to make it clever. But in truth I actually don’t know how you didn’t know that one was about you”

You shake your head at him, “Alex I don’t listen to your music and automatically think it’s about me. I literally only knew Knee Socks was because I used to wear knee socks like it was law”

Alex then places a hand on your thigh, which you didn’t mind about, but you knew he was doing it because he was about to make a point.

“Y/N, you used to stay on the phone to me until like four in the morning sometimes, so that’s where ‘shun the daylight’ came from” Alex tells you with raised eyebrows like you should have at least had an idea.

And he had a point.

“Alright, fair enough” You murmur before focusing on the road properly again.

Alex then decided to smugly add onto that that, “And you know I like you down on all fours”

You gulped.

Suddenly all the memories of the different time that position had been used was brought to the forefront of your mind and you had a hard time getting rid of them

“Not whilst I’m driving Al” You scold him a bit half-heartedly and didn’t even attempt to move his hand from your thigh.

Absolutely pitiful that he got you hot and bothered just by saying that.

He chuckled to himself before giving your thigh a squeeze before carrying on.

“I think the last one is Party Anthem, and that was about a dream I had” He informs you which you found really interesting.

“I dreamt that we didn’t know each other but you were there in the bar and I fully tried my hardest to pull you but…” Alex pauses for a second.

And from a quick glance over at him, you think that it’s because he was trying to remember the dream.

After a few seconds, he starts again, “You were in this bar looking stunning in this long black dress that you were in. And all I can remember other than that, is that I really wanted to get you back home with me and nothing else mattered…

“So that one was about me literally longing for you at this bar whilst everything else went on around us and I just didn’t care… Because I was there with you” Alex smiled at the memory of it.

“Did you get me?” You couldn’t help but ask with a smile on your lips.

“I woke up just as we were about to get to it. I was so fucking annoyed” Alex chuckled.

You shake your head at him as you pull into a space just outside his Mum and Dad’s house.

“Why’d you think I was so hesitant when I answered the phone when AM got released and you called me up?” Alex smiles at you as he watches as you park the car and turn the ignition off.

You undo your seatbelt before turning to look at him and sweetly smile at him. You see that he had a hair out of place that you knew would bug him, so you lent over and moved it out of his face for him.

“You’re actually the cutest Alex” You say as you comb your fingers through his hair.

It was purely out of habit at this point, messing with his hair. You loved it and you knew he did too, so he had no issue with you maintaining his vanity for him.

“Why?” He chuckles before leaning in to kiss you.

You kiss his soft lips a few times before pulling away to answer his question.

“I don’t know… I’m just… Very flattered” You took your time to think of the right words.

“Like, even when we were just talking on the phone normally, I never thought that we were chatting anything but shit like we usually do” You laugh, “Obviously we had our serious chats, but I didn’t ever think that it would be worthy enough for you to write a song or five about”

Alex chuckles at your little joke before taking a hold of one of your hands.

“You have no idea what you’ve always done to me love” Alex smiles at you before moving that hand he had a hold of and placing it against his chest.

As soon as he’d made you do that, you could feel his rapid heartbeat was.

“I think mine’s faster” You say grabbing his hand and placing it just about your heart.

Alex silently feels your chest hammering away for a few seconds and you can see his shock in his face.

“I do that to you?” Alex’s asked in disbelief, your heartbeat felt faster than his.

You smile at him, “You always have”

It was cheesy to admit, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t true.

“Tell me, how we were just friends for so long again?” Alex asks before removing his hand from your chest and holds your hand once more.

You chuckle, “I really don’t know”

“As long as you keep flirting with me for the next sixty years, I think my heart will always beat that fast for you” Alex admits with a cute grin.

“Jesus, I might have to stop because I don’t want you to die on me” You joke, grinning back at him.

Alex leans back in for a final kiss before getting out of the car, “Where’s the fun when there’s not a little bit of risk, ey?”

You laugh but shout after him, “That was disgustingly cheesy”

~*~*~*~

Another week goes by and in that week, you’d had some surprisingly good news. As it turned out, the company that you currently worked for was opening its second building out in America and thankfully that building was being opened in LA.

Your superior who you’d handed your notice too last week, came up to you at work and asked for a chat in her office. You of course agreed thinking she would be making another plea for you to stay with the company but surprisingly she gave you even better news.

She’d heard though different people that you were leaving because you were moving to America. So once she asked what area you were moving to, she breathed a sigh of relief. She then basically offered you the job to start over there in the same role you were in now but over in America.

You jumped at that chance with a quick phone call to Alex in between just to check if it was alright with him that you wouldn’t be starting till later in the year. But he of course said it was fine and that he was so beyond happy for you.

Everything seemed to be going great for you both and you’d started slowly packing the things you wanted to take back with you. You obviously didn’t need to take everything as you would be back over here to see your family and Y/B/F more than once a year.

So, you’d had a busy week to say the least. You were tying up loose ends at work and making sure everyone was catered for and then the only thing you had to do was find a suitable replacement for you at work.

You had two weeks to do that and then you were free until the end of October. The building was due to open in LA the last week of October which Alex was buzzing about because you could both celebrate your first week at work by going to his fancy Halloween party.

Apparently, he’d already got his outfit planned and he had ideas for him with how you could match. You dread to think what he had in mind but you loved Halloween so you would definitely be taking part.

In truth you couldn’t wait to get back to LA. You were ready for a change and ready to start a life with Alex.

You loved that he was who you were coming home to every night after work. You loved that he never failed to make you smile and give you a kiss every chance he got.

It made you so happy that he got on with Y/B/F really well. It was so strange to see them interacting with each other when you came home from work.

You’d come home one day during the week to see them both lay on the opposite sofas both watching the first Avengers film together and they were both talking about how pretty Scarlett Johansson was.

Something which Alex went all red about when you creeped over to him and called him out on it. He then proceeded to pull you down on top of him, still in your work outfit, so you were forced to watch it with him.

You slotted yourself into the small space between him and the back of the sofa and you all watched it together. It turned from appreciating Scarlett Johansson to Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans and even Tom Hiddleston.

When the weekend arrived, you spent your Saturday practically doing the same thing. It was lashing it down with rain all day, so you were all having a movie day.

You spent half the day cuddling your best friend and the other half cuddling Alex. You only went over to him though when you were continuing with your Marvel marathon and he got jealous of you gawking over Chris Hemsworth.

And the cuddling didn’t stop later that night when you’d both decided to head off to bed.

Despite doing nothing all day you were both knackered when you went to bed and you couldn’t wait to get to get to sleep.

It was 1am so it wasn’t really late, but you were usually awake till 2am minimum. So, as you were getting into bed an hour before usual, you couldn’t wait to get to sleep.

You were that tired that as you got changed, you didn’t even longingly look at your boyfriend as he stripped himself down. You just got yourself into your pyjamas and got into bed.

Once Alex joins you under the covers, you cuddle yourself into his body. You were both on your sides facing each other with your head tucked under his chin and buried into his neck.

Alex can feel your tired breaths on his neck, and he hugs you closer to him. You yawn slightly and feel sleep taking you over.

Alex smiles to himself hearing your yawn. He starts twirling your hair around his fingers as you slowly slip further into sleep.

Only when Alex feels you release a deep breath, he leant down and kissed the top of your head and says a soft, “Goodnight Y/N/N” knowing you’d be asleep soon so you wouldn’t have heard him if he’d waited any longer.

Your lips brush against his neck as you tiredly reply, “Night Al, love you”

Alex was slightly taken aback by that, but it didn’t stop him from saying it back immediately.

“Love you too” Was his reply and he was so relieved he could finally say it.

He’s loved you for a long while and he’d wanted to say it the first day you were his.

You smiled at what he said but you didn’t fully process his words until a minute later when it clicked, and your eyes opened. You moved back so you could look at him and he looked down at you to meet your gaze.

“Did I just? Did we just?” You stumble on your words confused.

You genuinely had no clue whether you’d just dreamed that or not.

Alex chuckled at that before he lent down and kissed you quickly.

“Yeah” He smiled.

You close your eyes feeling like a moron.

“I’m sorry, I’m so stupid. It’s not even been two months” You say before covering your face with your hands.

“Ey, none of that” Alex says before moving your hands out of the way.

Once he can see your beautiful face again he says, “Two months or not. I love you all the same”

You let out a sigh of relief. Thank god he said it back or you would have wanted to die.

“I love you Alex. I really do” You tell him properly.

Alex grinned at you before leaning down to kiss you. You both couldn’t get the smiles off your faces even as you kissed.

“I love you too baby” Alex said before pulling you back into him and held you the tiniest bit closer before kissing the top of your head again.

Hearing that fall from his lips gave you goosebumps. You don’t think you’d loved anyone the way you loved him.

And he was here. He was yours.

And he loved you.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The following Saturday was nowhere near as cute.

You’d been lay in bed all day in pain thanks to your period making an appearance.

Thankfully, Alex hadn’t been with you all day as he’d gone out early for a full day with his Mum and Dad, so you were grateful that he hadn’t seen you in the mood that you’d been in.

The same couldn’t be said for Y/B/F as when you’d dozed back off to sleep around noon, she’d come in, jumped on your bed to wake you up and you’d snapped at her. You did apologise because you were really ratty with her, but she knew you got like this sometimes especially on your first day of extreme pain.

Y/B/F knew to give you your space after that and you only ventured into the lounge where she was residing when you got yourself something to eat and drink. Which you didn’t do much of as you collected a few cans of Fanta Fruit Twist on your first trip to the kitchen.

So, you ended up spending the majority of the day in your room with your TV on watching The Office US to pass the time. The programme put you in a slightly better mood, but you were still feeling moody in your bed all day.

You hadn’t even been on your phone all day just because you knew it would piss you off looking at people having a better time than you were having.

You were currently up to the episode in The Office where Dwight, Michael and Andy were doing parkour and despite it being hilarious you weren’t even laughing because of how awful your body currently felt.

You heard the front door close over the volume of your TV and you looked at your clock to see that it was 17:47 which meant that it would probably be Alex coming back. You’d let him use your car this morning because you knew that you and Y/B/F weren’t planning on going anywhere today so he may as well have made use of the vehicle.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to get up to go and greet him though. You’d only just got yourself into a comfy position where the pain had stopped, and you didn’t want it to come back. You were due to take more tablets to dull the pain even more, yet you didn’t move.

You hadn’t even texted Y/B/F because you still felt bad about before.

Y/B/F turned around to look at Alex as he came through the front door and she said a quick, “Hey”

“Hello, you have an alright day?” Alex asks her as he quickly gets himself a beer out of the fridge.

After a long day with his Mum and Dad he just needed to relax.

“Yeah it’s been alright apart from the love of your life biting my head off” Y/B/F giggled.

Alex laughed at that. He then followed up on what he’d just been told with, “Why what happened?”

“She’d on her period and is the rattiest person in the world the first day when she’s in pain so she bit my head off when I went in to chat to her”

Alex shakes his head not even surprised.

He remembered you being ratty in high school and when anyone questioned you about your mood, you’d just be completely honest and tell them it was period pain. A tactic that seemed to work because people were too embarrassed by your answer to carry on talking to you.

“She’s still in there?” Alex asked her as he walked into the lounge.

Y/B/F nods with a smile before turning back towards the TV. Alex heads towards your closed bedroom door and he laughs when your best friend warns him, “Good luck with the she devil”

Alex walks into your room chuckling to himself as he closes the door behind him. He turns to see you lay flat on your stomach across the bed.

Your head is buried into your pillow with one eye slightly on show looking up towards the TV that shows The Office. Just from here Alex could tell that you were in pain as you’d not even murmured a hello to him.

Alex puts his beer down on your desk before moving round the bed so he could crouch down in front of you to see if you were alright.

“Hey, love, are you okay?” He asked as he tucked a strand of your hair, that was lay over your face, behind your ear.

You gave him a little smile as he then stroked your cheek for a few seconds before you shook your head and release a little groan to answer his question.

“What’s up?” He asked you, pretending that he didn’t know.

You just snuggled into your pillow a bit more feeling sorry for yourself, also not really wanting him to see you moody.

“Ey, look at me” Alex softly cooed until your full face was on show.

He gave you a grin seeing your tired face. He coaxed a little smile from you before giving you a sweet kiss which definitely made your smile get a bit bigger.

After he pulled away, he looked at you in a way you recognised that he was asking if you were okay.

You murmur into the pillow, “I’m on my period Al and I feel like I’m about to die”

Alex chuckled at your exaggeration and asked you, “Is that it?”

You frowned at him before you went to playfully hit his arm, but you quickly realised you didn’t have the energy or capability to move without it hurting so you just stopped.

“Jesus, you just be in pain” Alex chuckled seeing the anger flash through your eyes at what he said but then it quickly dissipated.

You start whining then, “It honestly feels like I’m being flayed from the inside out”

“A bit extreme that love” Alex said raising his eyebrows at you as if you were being stupid.

He was just joking with you and you knew he was, so you pouted at him.

“Until you’ve been through it you can’t comment” You grumble.

Alex then laughs a little as he stands up and kisses your forehead after he gets back to his feet.

“You may as well have stayed with your family Alex; I’m going to be like this all night” You tell him starting to feel bad that you’re inevitably going to be moody with him too.

Alex makes his way to the other side of the bed before he lays down next to you. He hugs you from behind which you find very cute and he kisses the top of your head again.

He says into your ear, “Why are you trying to get rid of me when I could be helping you?”

“Didn’t think you’d wanna be lay in bed with me being grumpy all night” You tell him honestly.

“It’s no different to any usual night then is it” Alex says in a serious tone but he’s joking with you.

You scoff, “You’re so nasty”

Alex just laughed at that.

“You know I’m joking. Please tell me how I can help” Alex said rubbing your back that was still covered with your pyjama top.

Of course you’d stayed in your pyjamas all day.

“Can you please get me more Paracetamol and Ibuprofen from the kitchen please and another can out of the fridge?” You plead with him.

Alex smiled before kissing your head again and he said, “Okay”

He very kindly went and got you the painkillers for you and once you’d thanked him you made as few movements as you could to take them, so the pain didn’t come back. Of course, that didn’t work though so you ended up wincing in pain again.

Alex was sat on the bed next to you when he asked, “Where does it hurt?”

“My uterus” You tell him as you lay back down on your stomach, but you look towards him this time.

Alex snorted at that answer.

“Other than there” He chuckled.

You tell him, “My stomach and back are killing me”

“I could give you a back message if you want?” Alex graciously offered.

You think about it for a second but then decide against it.

“Tempting, but it’ll make me wanna have sex with you, and I don’t wanna do that” You say honestly, and you see his brown eyes spark with mischief.

“I meannn”

“No” You say very quickly.

“Definitely not. No thanks, I’ve already said that I love you too soon I’m not having sex with you on my period that soon too” You tell him before you chuckle, “You either get one or the other”

Alex laughs at that. “Well, you tell me to stop just before you want to fuck me and I’ll either keep going or stop” He teases a little.

“Alex” You say sternly.

“I’ll stop I promise” Alex says before manoeuvring himself, so he was pretty much straddling your arse.

You give in, “Fine, but please be gentle with me”

Alex laughs as he pushes your top up your back, so he had access to your skin. For once you were warm for him to touch.

Probably because he’d just had a beer in his hand and the fact that you’d been in bed all day.

“Words that have never left your mouth before” Alex mumbled with a grin, but he’d said it loud enough for you to hear.

“Wow, are you trying to make me hit you today?” You scoff tying to look around at him as you felt his hands start rubbing your lower back.

Alex smiled at you, “You’ve got to be nice to me now. I’m in control of this massage and I know how to get you worked up”

“Please don’t” You plead.

“Be nice then love” He said as his hands started working on your lower back.

After about 5 minutes of him working his magic on you, you felt a lot better. You chatted about his day with his Mum and Dad and how he’d gone with them to see his Grandma and his other Grandad.

He said that he’d had a really nice day with his family around him as some of his cousins had shown up too who were a similar age to the both of you. Apparently one of them had mentioned you and how he followed your Instagram which Alex them called him a stalker for.

Alex told you that his cousins’ comeback was something along the lines of, “It’s not stalking, I just think she’s fucking fit”. You laughed at that just imagining Alex trying not to be jealous or biting his tongue, so he didn’t say something he’d regret.

You also jokingly agreed with him when he told you that his cousin apparently called him a ‘lucky man’. But in truth you were the lucky one.

You were about to go and start a life with him. And yeah it was all a bit quick and sudden after nearly two months but if two people love each other as much as the two of you seemed to, you didn’t think that there was anything you wouldn’t do to try and make it work.

You were also really lucky because as his fingers were working the aches in your muscles away and your pain started to dissipate. But you didn’t tell him because you wanted him to carry on.

This was the most relaxed you’d felt all day.

Once he’d finished telling you about his day, a comfortable silence fell between the two of you and the only noise in the room was the TV blaring away. But a comfortable silence when you’re in the presence of someone you love was overrated, so you start chatting to him again.

“Alex” You get his attention.

“Yeah?”

“How are you so good at everything?” You ask, really enjoying the feeling of his fingers massaging your skin.

Alex hums in amusement before saying, “I’m not, I just know you. I know what you like“

“But you’re still so good at it. I love those magic hands” You smile into the pillow.

Alex laughed at that as he carried on rubbing your skin, “Do you have a thing for hands or something?”

“Just for yours” You tell him, and Alex laughs again.

A few seconds pass before he asks you, “How are you feeling?”

“A little better” You hesitantly say because you didn’t really want him to stop.

“Do you want me to carry on?” Alex asked picking up on the fact that you seemed to be enjoying this.

“Mhhhh yeah, please do” You laugh a little.

You fall into conversation about your day, and you tell him that you’d literally done fuck all and just tried to sleep your pain away. He jokingly scorned you because about watching The Office all day without him which ended up in you promising him a full day watching it at some point back in LA.

As you talked about life back in LA though you felt Alex repeat a movement on your lower back that resulted in you arching your back. He’d done it once before, so you didn’t know whether he knew he was doing it accidentally or not.

So, you decide to ask, “Are you doing that on purpose?”

“Doing what?” Alex questions as he pushes from the small of your back up your spine with his thumbs.

You giggle as you arch your back again. He was definitely doing it on purpose.

“How do you know to do that?” You ask him.

“I know a lot about you and how you move” Alex tells you as if he’s proud of that knowledge.

You say “Oh right” in a way that suggests you didn’t believe him.

So, Alex decided to show you that he actually knew you like the back of his hand.

“I’ll demonstrate. If I do this…” Alex saying as he grabs your unsuspecting hips, “Your stomach always tenses and you inhale” and he wasn’t wrong you did exactly that.

Then you felt him lean forward over your body and you felt him move your hair to one side of your neck. He touches the bit of your neck that’s just under your ear and near your jaw and says, “You like it that much when I kiss you there, that your jaw always falls”

You hummed in satisfaction when he kissed you there and he nipped down on your skin which like he said made your jaw drop.

“Alex” You whine, knowing he was trying to get you a little worked up.

“You also really like saying my name whenever I do anything, and I love it” Alex said huskily in your ear and you loved it.

“I love you” You say as you roll yourself over so you’re now facing him and he’s still hovering over you.

Alex smiles and leans down to kiss you. You smile into the kiss and throw your arms around his neck, so he stays there for a little while.

You would definitively never get tired of kissing him. It had definitely become your favourite way to pass the time.

Alex pulls away and brushes your nose with his and says, “I love you too”

You smile up at him and you start to feel his fingertips trail down your body. Once he finds the bare skin on your stomach, from your top being pulled up, he slowly trails his fingertips down to the top of your joggers.

Yes, last night you’d slept in your joggers because they were so cosy and warm.

You sharply inhale as you feel his fingertips dance across your lower stomach.

He ask looking at you suggestively, “Do you want to know what else you do?”

You silently chuckle and shake your head at him. “I think you’ve had your fun for today” You say as you reach down and stop him from teasing you.

Alex pouts down at you but you just chuckle and say, “Thank you for making me feel better”

“Anything for you” He smiles before he leans down and kisses you again.

“Now, come on big decisions have to be made for the rest of the night now?” Alex says with a smile. He was back to being cute now.

“Oh right?” You ask him curiously as he hovers above you. That gorgeous chain dangling from his neck again, begging to be pulled so you could kiss him again.

Something which you restrained yourself from doing.

You actually paid attention to Alex when he asked you, “Yes, Dominos or Pizza Hut for tea? And for our classic movie night, are we watching Terminator or Blade Runner?”

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Comfort in Despair: Chapter 26 - Away From the Maddening Crowd

Leon x F!Reader

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon

Summary:

Galar is rich in folklore and tales of the supernatural.

As a Pokemon Researcher who specialises in ghost types, this is a great opportunity for you to investigate and learn more about the paranormal.

Along the way, you meet Leon (in the most awkward way possible) who becomes embroiled in your adventures.

^ Basically this story is about ghosts :/

NOTE: Again I have let Genshin Impact to consume my soul so I updated this on Tumblr a bit late sorry!!!

Rating: General/Teen

@marydragneell here is the latest update

Away From the Maddening Crowd

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[Aura:

1. A form of spiritual energy described as the essence of every living creature.

2. There were humans who could sense Aura and control its power. These humans were known as Aura Guardians and they traveled around doing good deeds and passing on their skills to those who also possessed this innate ability. However, they also disappeared from history, for some undisclosed reason.]

…

In the early morning, you head to the cemetery to find Ezra, only to discover it is empty and the stone steps to the mausoleum have been destroyed.

Whilst you wonder what could have happened, a note weighed down by a rock near the abandoned mausoleum is your clue and you peel it off, scanning the contents. It’s been written in Ezra’s messy handwriting and it says:

[I’m on a case and have gone out to do some investigation. Be back soon.]

“I hope he's okay,” you utter under your breath as you pocket the note; it occurs to you that you don't worry about Ezra often unless it's to do with his general wellbeing and health. He's never bothered you with his own missions and you don't doubt his proficiency in handling evil spirits.

You had wanted to ask him about Gossamer Cave but it looks like you’re on your own for the time being so you return home where Magnolia has some nice, piping hot breakfast waiting for you when you announce your return. You will also be going shopping with Sonia later to find a dress for the party Leon invited you to.

At the table, you sit with various atlases and maps in front of you, along with your laptop propped open as you drink your soup and munch on toast.

“What are you doing?” Sonia asks, as you bury yourself nose-deep in a book.

“Ezra took me to a place called Gossamer Cave in the Wild Area several years ago, I can’t seem to find it anywhere on any maps.”

“I don’t recall there being a place called Gossamer Cave in the Wild Area,” she replies as she casually spreads some cheri berry jam over her toast with the knife. “Why are you looking for it?”

“Never mind,” you utter quickly, “it’s probably changed names or something.”

Strange thing is, none of these atlases or maps show any caves or sinkholes within the Dusty Bowl area at all.

Frustrated, you put down your work to focus on your breakfast, though today’s newspaper headline becomes your next highlight.

The front page is covered with content about Flora’s murder. You read all about it: her mother has been found guilty to manslaughter. Hank has been released, and Frankie will be returning to boarding school...though you didn’t receive any further follow-up from her.

A section concerning Leon’s upcoming match with Volkner is also squashed beside the article. You skim through it and turn to the next page, spotting a large photo of Leon so you grab some scissors and snip it out carefully.

Sonia giggles as you slip the photo into your journal. You’ve begun a small collection to show unwavering support for your boyfriend, cutting out any articles or photos about him from all sorts of magazines or newspapers you come across.

You’re certain his mum and Hop do the same so it’ll be interesting to share what you have collected in the future.

Meanwhile, Magnolia wanders around the kitchen, asking, “Has anyone seen Sunkern and Cutiefly?” She’s checking the cupboards and under the table. “Sunkern? Cutiefly? Where are you?"

“Did you check the conservatory?” Sonia asks.

“I already did, they’re not there.”

“Where was the last place you saw them?” you ask.

“I left them playing together over there,” Magnolia replies in confusion, gesturing to a potted plant near one of the windows, “and now they’re gone.”

You and Sonia leave your seats to assist the professor with the search but unfortunately have no luck locating the two pokemon and Magnolia gives up for the time being. Maybe they have managed to bounce off somewhere to play and will return later. The pokemon have gone off to play before.

“Sunkern, Cutiefly, are you upstairs?” Magnolia can be heard as she disappears up the staircase.

After breakfast, you and Sonia get ready to go out until the doorbell rings and Runerigus stops washing the dishes to float over, opening the door.

“Oh, hello there, sir!” exclaims a cheerful voice and both you and Sonia leave the room and into the landing, peering over the railing to see Leon’s mum at the doorstep with Hop and Wooloo by her side. “I’m looking for…”

She says your name and you and Sonia exchange glances before quickly heading down the stairs and Leon’s mum spots you; she smiles widely at your arrival, waving cheerily and Runerigus hops backwards to give you more space.

“Hello my dears!” Leon’s mum greets you two, “how are you?”

“We’re fine, thank you.”

After the pleasantries and small talk are over, she says, “I have a favour to ask you-“

“Muuuuum,” Hop whines in the background as she grabs him and steers him towards your direction, smiling widely.

“Can you please look after my Hip-Hop whilst I take the grandparents to the community centre?”

“Mum, I’m old enough to look after myself,” Hop wails, only to be ignored.

“Sure, Sonia and I were going to go out shopping so Hop can join us."

Hop’s eyes brighten up at once. “You are? Where are you going?”

“Wyndon Shopping Centre,” Sonia replies.

“Take me with you!” Hop abruptly yells, pumping his fists into the air and Wooloo bleating happily beside him.

Leon’s mum claps her hands together with glee. “Excellent, I’ll leave Anthony Hop-kins in your care then.”

“Muuuuum!” Hop wails in horror, his face reddening whilst you and Sonia giggle.

“Goodbye!” she says after pecking Hop on the cheek and ruffling his hair, before she dashes to their car which is parked in the front lawn near the bench. It resembles a Charizard. “Have fun, Hop! I’ll be back to pick you up by five!”

“Okay, bye mum!”

You watch as she steers the car out and onto the main road, chugging out of sight in minutes.

“Well, looks like you’re stuck with us,” Sonia says, and Hop turns round to you with a grin, folding his arms behind his head.

Hop nods. “Are we going now?”

“Yep!”

“Awesome!”

You quickly don your shoes whilst Sonia fetches her car keys; she will be driving you to the shopping centre. Magnolia sees you off and you’re about to enter the car when a stone smacks into the door from out of nowhere, just inches from the handle and promptly drops to the ground.

A look of annoyance crosses Sonia’s face at once as the stone rolls close to her feet and she looks up and around. “Hey! Who did that?! Who’s there?”

Another stone is tossed at the car, this time, aimed at one of the lights and your group turns round to see a little boy emerging from one of the bushes close to the house with a pile of stones in his hand.

“Witch!” he yells, pointing at you accusingly.

You remember this youngster; he was part of the trio who had ambushed you outside the lab the night when Leon had gifted you the flowers. You had spared him (although you thought your pokemon had taught him a lesson but it seems unlikely) and now he’s back with a vengeance.

“Hey, what gives, Johnny?!” Hop yells furiously, before he rolls the sleeves of his coat higher over his arms and promptly marches over.

Johnny? Must be a classmate of Hop’s.

“Hop, wait-“ Sonia says, but Hop’s almost nose-to-nose with the smarmy-looking kid.

“Shut up, Helmet Hair!!!” the boy yells; it dawns to you that this child and Hop are potentially the same age, being almost the same height and all.

“H-helmet hair?” Hop croaks out, wide-eyed.

“Hop, ignore him, let’s just go,” you mutter, but he shakes his head rigorously.

“No way! I’m defending your honor!” Hop yells. “Leave her alone! What she’d ever do to you?”

“My mum and dad says she’s an evil witch and must be destroyed! Anyone helping her must be destroyed too!”

“What?!” Hop and Sonia exclaim in unison.

“Go Spearow!” yells the kid; he tosses a pokeball into the air to reveal a small but familiar and rather mean-looking bird who flaps its short wings in the air before it quickly zooms towards Hop and Wooloo. “Quick Attack!”

“Dodge it, Wooloo!” Hop yells, and Wooloo acknowledges the instruction with a bleat and rolls to the left, successfully evading the assault. Hop scurries to the side, taking an offensive stance and placing some distance between him and his opponent.

A mini battle is taking place; Hop’s skills are impressive as he coordinates with his pokemon and swiftly instructs Wooloo to attack. You and Sonia quickly rush to a safe spot to observe with Sonia actively cheering for him.

“Go Hop, go!” she exclaims, and Hop tells Wooloo to counterattack with a Tackle.

The Spearow avoids by flying to the right and responds with a Peck attack. Wooloo cries out, squeezing its eyes shut as the bird pecks at its head aggressively.

“Wooloo, no!” Hop yelps, as the sheep struggles.

“Spearow, finish it off with a Fury Attack!”

“Not on my watch!” Hop shouts, “Wooloo, use Defense Curl!”

The sheep abruptly rolls into a tight ball and Spearow’s attack bounces off its large and fluffy hide, reducing the attack to nothingness.

“Now use Tackle!” Hop instructs and Wooloo springs out of its curled form to rapidly ram itself against the bird that had come too close for comfort.

Wooloo successfully knocks out the rampaging Spearow and it flops to the ground, out cold and unmoving. It was a critical hit!

“Well done, Hop!” you and Sonia cheer, whooping loudly whilst the punk kid named Johnny growls under his breath and returns his fainted pokemon into its capsule.

“Y-you’ll pay for this!” he yells before he rapidly spins on his heel and sprints down the path and out of sight.

“I won!” Hop cheers and everyone exchanges high fives when he rushes up to you happily. “That was sooooo awesome! And Wooloo!!! You were amazing!”

He picks up the sheep and throws her around in the air and in circles. Wooloo bleats loudly in response and they both share an embrace.

“Hey, he didn’t give you any prize money,” you pipe up.

“Eh, it’s fine.”

“Alright, shall we go? We’re running late,” Sonia says, nudging her head to the car and opening the door; Hops scrabbles into the backseat with his pokemon.

“Come on, let’s go!!” Sonia honks the horn whilst Hop pokes his head out of the window.

“Yeah!!! Let’s goooo!” he echoes loudly.

“Coming,” you reply.

…

When the car has left and is out of sight, a pokemon emerges from its hiding place in the shadows.

It had been watching your group the entire time before it stares at the direction where the boy had run off to. It had wanted to follow you, but it cannot pass up on this opportunity.

Hovering in the air, it floats silently towards the boy’s direction with a smirk, having found its prey.

…

Sonia’s brought you to a boutique which is immensely popular and trending in Galarian Chatot and so the shopping excursion begins. Hops lags behind with his arms folded behind his back, glancing around inquisitively.

“Well, what do you think?” she says with a cheery smile plastered on her face.

“It’s so bright and shiny here,” Hop remarks with a groan.

“It’s huge,” you blurt out, glancing around.

“Yep!! Let’s begin!”

The store is beautiful, with décor out of a fairytale book or a princess castle. With pale pink walls adorned with lacy drapes and fake roses, plush white rugs and plastic models of fairy pokemon standing beside mannequins, saleswomen and men dressed in exceptionally smart suits and skirts rush to the aid of their well-off patrons whilst you and Sonia head unnoticed to the dress section.

You had told Sonia you were wanting to wear something red (but not as flashy as the Miss Motostoke dresses) so she quickly locates where all the dresses of a variety of plum, crimson or scarlet shades have been grouped together.

Bored, Hop sits down on the plushy ottoman provided and Sonia begins rifling through one of the racks. You’re not sure where to begin exactly so you start at the opposite side and browse on your own.

Recalling Leon’s outfit in your mind, you hope to find something suitable but all you come across are styles that are simply too girly, too lacy, too short, too long, too pink or too purple or too peachy for your liking.

“Here, try this one,” Sonia approaches you with several dresses protected by plastic covers looped over one arm. “This one too.”

She hands you two dresses.

“And this one.”

A third is placed under your care.

She lifts up a fourth; it’s scarlet and full of ruffles. “Hmm, not this one. Let me put it back…”

A saleswoman rushes over to help you out. “Let me get those for you, madam…” she says, scooping them out of your hands.

“Thank you.”

“Can I help you with anything?”

“Nope! We’re good,” Sonia says, returning to your side, “here, you should try these on.”

The dressing rooms are an equally pink abomination, with thick white drapes and an abundance of fake roses sewn over them. Sonia squeals with glee and takes several selfies with the curtains whilst Hop and Wooloo sit down on the white leather couch in front of your cubicle.

“You okay, Hop?” you ask, and he nods. “Are you hungry?”

“Not yet.”

“We’ll get something to eat afterwards.”

“Okay,” he replies, before he grins widely at you. “I am kinda thirsty though.”

You remember there was a smoothie bar outside the shop and you fish some money out of your pocket, handing it to him. “Here, get yourself something to drink.”

He blinks his golden eyes before his cheeks turn pink. “Oh, um, I-I shouldn’t…mum says I shouldn’t-“

“It’s okay, Hop, go ahead.”

He grins widely at you in response. “Thanks, mate!”

You smile and watch as he sprints off, then you disappear into the cubicle and pull the curtain back, lifting up one of the dresses to eye level. Sonia has chosen an exquisite one-shoulder cardinal red dress. You hurriedly slip out of your clothes and slip it on, the silky material slinking over your belly and hips.

“Wow,” you cannot help but croak out; you’ve never worn anything so fancy before in your life.

As you stand in front of the mirror, you hear Sonia saying, “So? How is it? Let me see!”

“Okay, hold on,” you murmur, before you pull the curtain back.

Sonia is lounging lazily and sits up properly once you appear; Sonia lets out a gasp of awe, her eyes lighting up. “You look great!!”

“…I’m not sure about this one. Let me try on the next one.”

Disappearing inside the cubicle for a second time, you shimmy out of the dress and put the next one on; outside and you can hear Hop returning.

“Hey, what’d I miss?”

“Nothing much,” Sonia replies with a giggle, and you pull the curtain back, stepping outside.

Hop is sipping on a large smoothie and he looks at you up and down.

“What’d you guys think?” you ask.

“I like it!” Sonia exclaims.

“Are you sure? Something doesn’t feel right,” you utter. “Hop?”

He puts a hand under his chin. “I agree. It’s not Lee’s style’s either.”

“Exactly. Too lacy, I think.”

With that, you pull the curtain and step out of the dress as carefully as you can, hang it back up properly and grab the next one in the queue. It’s mulberry red and off-the-shoulder. You also show Sonia and Hop for their opinions. On this occasion, Sonia dislikes it but Hop shows a thumbs up.

You’re also personally not too keen on this one either so you move onto the next dress. The next one is cinnamon rose, A-line and asymmetrical and the moment you don it, you stare at your reflection and realise it’s perfect; this is it.

This is the one.

Pushing the curtain apart for the final time, Sonia and Hop rise from their seats to gawp as you stand before them with a grin.

“It’s this one,” you say, “I’ll take this one.”

…

It's the day of Leon’s battle with Volkner, and the entire Galar region is abuzz with anticipation.

The TV blasts adverts about the match, informing people to get their hands on tickets as soon as they can as it is the ‘match of the century’ (despite all tickets being sold out six months prior). Convenience stores begin selling Leon and Volkner merchandise. Their faces are slapped everywhere you look – on milk cartons, train tickets, billboards and posters. Everyone’s celebrating.

You realise it’s rather nice to be part of something as important as this, as you queue in the stadium with your VIP pass in hands.

Prior and you did tell Volkner that you had given your ticket to Jace since you already possessed a Wyndon Annual Pass. Your seat for the match is front row, in a block on Leon’s side, which is considered one of the best seats of the entire stadium. Leon had really gone all out to ensure you would be able to get a good view.

The party begins two hours or so after the match, and you aren’t sure if that gives Leon enough downtime but you presume he must be used to this kind of busy schedule.

You’re rather excited; you had purchased a pair of matching shoes and some accessories, namely a white corsage that will go with Leon’s outfit.

Everything’s going as you had planned.

“This is so exciting!” Jace exclaims as he waits beside you, holding a large box that’s carrying a carton of popcorn and a massive drink within. Joltik sits on his shoulder, with some kernels stuck to his fuzzy body and legs. “I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to actually go in the stadium as a spectator! And we’re watching a match together!!!”

He proceeds to whip out a glittery blue and yellow sign that says “Volkner #1”. He’s not alone, you see a large group of Volkner fans up ahead, chatting loudly and wearing Luxray hats; they can be heard animatedly discussing his strategies and his pokemon. Meanwhile, Leon fans wearing copies of his signature snapback and Charizard hats pass by, holding up signs that says ‘Leon #1’.

“I’m sorry, chuck, but I gotta cheer for Volkner, ya know?” he says.

“It’s fine, I’m going to be cheering for Leon.”

Jace scoffs whilst you crack a grin. “I don’t think we’ve hung out like this before, not for a long time anyway,” he says, before he scratches the back of his head. “…Actually, I have something to tell you.”

“What?”

“Volkner asked me if I wanted to work in his gym. He tried to get me a position a few years ago but I had moved to Galar by then,” he says quietly, and somehow you’re not liking where this conversation is leading.

“Are you leaving, Jace?” you ask.

Jace blinks blankly, before he nods.

“……..Oh,” you squeak out.

The stadium grows quiet.

The screaming fans, the chatter, the music in the background, the flashing videos….

None of those seems to matter to you anymore.

“Chuck?” he nudges you by the shoulder, “don’t worry, I’m not leaving immediately…so cheer up and let’s enjoy the match!”

The doors open and security begin to allow patrons to enter, causing many fans up ahead to scream and shout and the line begins to move quickly.

You breeze through security who checks your bag and you’re allowed in. Inside, fans can be seen running around with their friends and families and pokemon whilst stadium assistants divert lost fans to their seats.

With Jace, you find your block and navigate to your seat; the stadium is already alit with chanting fans and music from the massive TV screen that’s blaring various Macro Cosmos adverts. Very soon, the remainder of the seats soon begin to fill up and you are surrounded by thousands of adoring fans.

Jace swaps seats with the person beside you so you can be seated together and soon, the stadium lights go off and the crowd goes wild as a swirl of lights form on the pitch from the ceiling flicker on and circle wildly before a blond man with a moustache donned in a white and black football jersey arrives, cruising on his Aegislash.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Wyndon Stadium! My name is Dan and I will be your host today!!!”

The crowd erupts into cheers as he continues to introduce and outline the match before he gestures towards your direction.

“Welcome to the annual Galar-Sinnoh exhibition match! Today, we have Leon, our beloved Champion of Galar, who will be representing Galar’s finest trainers! Tonight, his opponent will be Volkner, who has come all the way from Sunyshore City, representing Sinnoh’s very best!” Dan introduces. “Please put your hands together to give a very warm welcome to Galar’s very best, the one and only….LEON!”

The stadium is booming with cheering and applause as Leon appears; you see his face shown on the TV screen as he strides onto the pitch, waving to the crowd. You can hear lots of high-pitched screaming.

“And now, please welcome the ultra-charismatic, the cool and collected, electrifying VOLKNER!!!!!”

At the opposite end, Volkner appears. He looks calm despite the sheer madness. The boisterous cheers and applause do not stop as the Champion strolls towards the middle of the pitch, ready to meet Volkner. You feel strange towards Volkner now, knowing that he’s offered Jace a job.

You’re happy for Jace, but this means he will be leaving Galar…

“Leon Leon Leon!” chants a row of girls nearer the back, and they break you out of your thoughts; they’re holding massive signs with Leon’s face on it, decorated with little lights and cardboard lovehearts.

“LEON!” someone screams in another block, “LEON, FUCKING MARRY ME! AND HAVE MY FUCKING BABIES!”

“LEEEEEEOOOOOOOONNNNN!” another fan roars, as though they are imitating a slow-motion reel.

You cannot tell if Leon can hear his loyal fans shrieking though he does look up and around with a smile as the camera flashes and the cameras roll from all over.

He offers a little wave and the audience goes wild.

You hold your breath as Leon and Volkner are finally within vicinity of one another, and they shake hands.

They exchange some words which you cannot hear due to being too far away, but when both turn round, Leon spots you in the crowd and grins.

You smile in response and wave.

Dan steers his Aegislash between the two contestants, holding up two flags – one black and one white. With a blow of the whistle, he raises his arms, the flags in the air.

“Match, begin!”

….

It’s time for the party.

The match is over.

Volkner lost.

You leave the stadium, hoping to get the chance to see or speak to Leon but from his forced smile and the slightest drop of his shoulders which he quickly corrects before anyone catches on, you can tell how exhausted he is and as he enters the corridor and out of sight, you see a group of reporters and their camera men trailing after him, shouting and yelling over each other, desperate for post-battle interviews and photos.

Leon is shortly followed by Chairman Rose and Oleana and they’re also surrounded by the paparazzi, but they ignore the group and venture off to where Leon had disappeared.

It’s not the appropriate time to see or speak to him. You will meet him at the party so you and Jace leave the stadium together before splitting up; you have to get ready for the upcoming party now and will find another time to catch up properly.

With Sonia’s help, you leave the house once you’re ready and take a Corviknight taxi to the Rose of the Rondelands where the party is taking place, arriving at reception just in time.

You find your name on the list, sign your name on the book and hand it back to the staff, who in turn, provide you with a black leathery mask.

“What’s this for?” you murmur.

“It’s for all the guests. Optional, of course, but part of the mystery and intrigue,” says the concierge, grinning.

“Cool.”

With the mask in hands, you lift it up and over your eyes, then tie the straps securely over the back of your head.

A set of double doors manned by two smart-looking gentlemen in suits is your next destination and as you approach them, they open the doors for you and you step inside where a large and grandiose hall awaits you.

The interior is simply breathtaking, painted a crisp white and covered with classical antique paintings framed in gold of all shapes and sizes. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceilings, casting little pearls of glittery light on the rich lush rugs under your feet. You stop to stare, soaking in the view with awe.

The hall is alit with the gentle chatter from the guests within and as you look around, no-one pays attention to your presence. Half of the guests are also wearing their masks, mostly the women. There is no-one here you recognize, mask or not, and you certainly blend in with no qualms.

A live orchestra plays in the corner, an ethereal but seductive melody emitting from their instruments. A few waiters and waitresses weave past you, asking if you are interested in champagne and canapes. You help yourself to several questionable-looking snacks that apparently costs four to five figures per piece and as you chew and swallow, your mouth is alive with unique flavors and tastes you have never experienced before.

It’s simply the best thing you have ever tasted; the food is exquisite.

Begrudgingly, you admit that Rose knows how to take care of guests.

As you ponder where Leon is, you scour for him silently until you spot a very handsome man standing behind the balustrade of the grand staircase at the far end of the hall; it’s none other than Leon and he’s dressed in the red outfit he had shown you the other day with his long hair neatly brushed and tied into a ponytail with a ribbon, a black mask securely fitted over his golden eyes.

You take a moment to admire how ravishing he looks, until he shifts to address a guest and you see an individual to his left; he’s not alone.

Miss Galar stands beside him…

…wearing a red dress.

There are other guests donned in crimson of course, but as you cautiously throw a quick glimpse to yourself, it occurs to you that you are both wearing a dress that are of similar shade. Against your control, you flit your gaze to her again to scrutinize her clothing; her dress is obviously far more expensive and shinier than yours.

You tilt your head to the side, feeling somewhat challenged somehow, and it’s an unfamiliar sensation to you; all in all, you wished she wasn’t wearing red either.

Leon finishes speaking to his group and he averts his gaze to the great hall; his eyes wanders the hall until he spots you looking up at his direction and your gazes meet. He studies you quietly, subjecting you to a sweeping look from head to toe and you hold your breath as the world shifts; everything seems to grind to a stop and time appears to have slowed down. Every individual in the hall dissolves into the background, grouping together into undecipherable blobs and blending with the walls, disappearing one by one, until it’s just you and Leon.

He stares at you for a long time, before he grins.

And he departs from his group, excusing himself politely, though Miss Galar looks like she wants to follow him.

He’s heading towards your direction and your heart flutters with anticipation; you watch as Leon strolls down the stairs, his eyes on you only.

However, the live orchestra crawls to a stop and a bright spotlight suddenly shines on Leon as he reaches the last step, effectively halting him in his tracks. The rest of the lights in the hall also disappear in a split second, bathing you and the remainder of the guests in darkness.

Leon throws his glimpse over his shoulder to see Rose standing at the top of the stairs, dressed in a sleek and shiny black tuxedo.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen,” he begins, and the conversation dies down and the hall gradually simmers into silence as Rose makes his way down the stairs.

Talk about making a dramatic entrance, you think, as Rose thanks everyone for attending the party and goes on about something you don’t exactly care about.

He has Leon stuck under the spotlight and Leon has no choice but to smile at the guests.

Rose finally joins Leon’s side; they talk for a brief moment about the League, the exhibition match and Galar’s energy plant and some deal they had signed with Sinnoh’s Sunyshore gym. The guests applause and a toast is raised.

With all the formalities over, Roses smiles widely and holds an arm out, “Very good. Now let’s start this wonderful evening with a dance; our beloved Champion and our wonderful Miss Galar.”

Leon grows still; the mask does not cover the acute surprise evidence on his face.

Rose snaps his fingers, the conductor taps his baton and the first violins begin with a vibrant but complicated, fast opening before the rest of the orchestra joins in, playing a romantic waltz.

The guests begin to murmur to one another as Miss Galar smiles and heads for Leon’s direction; she gracefully steps down the stairs and as she appears by his side, Leon looks at you, then at Miss Galar.

She’s waiting.

You slide your gaze to the floor, dejected.

First dance or not, you had hoped you would be the one dancing with Leon, not her.

Miss Galar performs a curtsy, clutching the flimsy material of her dress in hands as she crosses one leg over the other and Leon bows, closing his eyes with one gloved hand on his chest and the other behind his back. He throws one look at Rose, who smiles widely at him in response.

Miss Galar giggles as Leon offers her his arm and they both head to the dancefloor; the crowd dissipates for them to allow them through and once situated in the middle, he slides a hand over her waist and she eagerly slips her hand into his and in tune to the music, they start dancing.

You watch the scene limply from your little spot until a tall man steps in front of you and blocks your view. You make no effort to move to a new place for a better view and head for the tables.

Leon and Miss Galar are soon joined by other guests and the ballroom becomes full with waltzing couples whilst the remaining guests stand, watching.

There is no intention for the waltz to stop anytime soon so you find an empty seat and sit down.

This really wasn’t what you had in mind for the party.

A waiter saunters up to you with a tray of champagne glasses. “Would you like some blanc de noirs, madam?”

“Yes, please,” you utter, even though you have no clue what blanc de noirs actually is, and you help yourself to a flute glass, tipping the rim to your mouth and downing a sip.

It burns the back of your throat but you welcome it and suddenly, a familiar voice says, “May I have this dance?”

You look up to see a familiar blond man before you. He’s dressed in a dark, navy blue suit with a matching gold, paisley pattern tie. “Volkner?”

“Good evening,” he murmurs, before he switches to a more informal tone, “Well. Shall we?”

“I’m not very good at dancing.”

“That’s not a problem for me.”

You smile at him in response as he holds his hand out to you. You debate whether it’s right to be dancing with another man, but it’ll be rude to refuse also so you take his hand and you both head for the dancefloor where the lights are brighter, and the couples are actually dancing faster than you realized.

It’s too late to back down now, as Volkner stands before you, slipping his hand around your waist and holding your other hand with his firmly. He leads and you’re a little stunned at how easily he guides you around the floor beside the other couples. You do your best to step in tune to the music from your practice with Leon, determined not to mess it up.

“I’m sorry about the loss,” you say.

“It’s fine, I’ll just have to try harder next time,” Volkner remarks.

“You were so close; one more move and Charizard would’ve been KO’d.”

“Indeed.”

You aren’t sure whether to mention to him that you’re aware he offered Jace a job but before you can get the chance to mention it, the beat of the music alters slightly and the women begin to twirl.

“Wait, what’s going on-“ you begin, but Volkner helps you spin a circle and back. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

You’re somehow close to Leon and Miss Galar from the twirling maneuver that shifts you closer to them than you would have anticipated, and Leon notices your presences immediately.

Leon’s eyes widens and in mid-dance, he twists his head round to stare.

“Leon, what’s wrong?” asks Miss Galar, but he doesn’t reply.

Volkner flicks his glance over to the astounded Champion whose gaze is pinned on your form, and smirks.

“What is it?” you ask, oblivious, but when the music changes again, Volkner twirls you in a circle in tune to the music and on this occasion, his hand leaves your waist altogether. He steps backwards and you say, “What’s going on?”

“We’re changing partners.”

And on cue, a young woman in a pale dusty blue dress twirls towards him whilst her partner steps towards your direction.

You weren’t aware of this arrangement and your new temporary partner offers his hand; you have no choice but to participate in this group dance and the music isn’t stopping.

From this, you learn two things – firstly, the women are required to spin twice with their partners before they swap. Obviously you and Volkner joined halfway in which is why you danced for such a short time with him. Second, and that being said, Miss Galar had hogged Leon all to herself for numerous twirls.

Either way, if that was deliberate or not, perhaps they are an exclusive pair or weren’t supposed to change partners or something…you’re not sure but either way, after your third or fourth partner, you see Volkner with his current dance partner making his way up to Leon and Miss Galar and you recognize the buildup of the song that indicates it’s time to twirl and change partner once again, your current partner spins you around and you wonder who your next partner is.

It’s probably that guy with the mousy brown hair who has started to eye you up from the side – but you’re finally free as your partner lets go, slides away and someone grasps your hand gently and a grip settles on your waist; you’re twirled round and into someone’s arms but this time, your partner curls his hand around you in a rather intimate manner which neither of your previous dance partners had done before and he pulls you close and against his chest, your faces millimetres away.

Looking up, your eyes widen when you realise who it is.

“Leon!” you exclaim, your lips spreading into a wide smile.

The Champion answers you with a wink.

From the corner of your eye, you see a rather confused Miss Galar being grabbed by Volkner before he spins her into his arms.

The music starts up once more and with your hand tightly with his, Leon guides you around the dancefloor; your heart speeds up and you cannot stop smiling. His gaze never leaves you. This must be a dream, but an affectionate squeeze on your waist tells you otherwise.

Up ahead, and there is a rather wide opening within the circle of observers. Leon’s brows quirk up and he nudges his head to the opening which you spot as well. And as you turn, he expertly whisks you away from the rest of the dancers and into the crowd.

They are too busy to notice so you both slip unnoticed and Leon relinquishes his hold on your waist, your hands looped tightly together.

Away from the maddening crowd, you and Leon make your way out of the great hall and towards the large set of double doors that are now unmanned.

They lead to the garden and you both slip outside into the night, grinning widely; the Rondeland's garden is equally impressive as the great hall, with a huge stretch of grassy land filled with multicoloured flowers, lit up by lanterns strategically placed from one another to provide a dimly lit setting.

A large but impressive, neatly-trimmed hedge maze and a massive fountain stands in front of the steps where Goldeens and Seakings made out of stone leap and frolic in the air, water bubbling out from their mouths. The gurgling flow of rushing fresh water is accompanied with the vibrant buzzing of several wild bug pokemon that flutter past.

Stopping in front of the fountain, you’re panting as you both turn to each other; your eyes meet for a second time and Leon’s grin widens as you proceed to lunge towards him, pouncing onto his chest and throwing your arms around his shoulders.

He bundles you up immediately, pressing you hard against his chest as he comfortably encircles his arms around your waist and buries his nose into your neck. You laugh as his hair tickles the curve of your cheek and Leon picks you up and off the ground an inch or so to spin you around in a small circle before settling you back onto your feet.

He's grinning widely from ear to ear, looking at you up and down and soaking in the sight.

"You look lovely," he murmurs.

"Thank you," you reply shyly, your cheeks feeling warm as you reach up to fiddle with the hem of his white cravat absent-mindedly. He watches your actions with interest as you utter, "And you look very dashing tonight, sir Champion. You really suit the colour red."

Leon chuckles as you silently preen him and gently sweep away some of his long hair. You dust and brush your hands over his broad shoulders before you run your fingertips over the impressive black lining and stitches of his coat and the gold buttons.

Before you pull away, he catches your hand with his, lifting your knuckles to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss over your skin. You blush heavily in response as he nudges his head towards the garden with a smile.

"Shall we go for a walk?"

With a nod, you're both grinning widely as you loop your arms together and proceed to walk down the steps and towards the fountain.

"What if someone notices you're missing?"

The music from the grand hall is growing fainter as you stroll further into the garden with the Champion by your side but it doesn't appear to be stopping anytime soon.

Therefore, Leon shakes his head and says, "No, they'll be dancing for another hour or so."

"What if someone sees us?"

"Then I'll introduce you," he replies. "Did you find anything else about Gossamer Cave?"

"Unfortunately, no. I went to find Ezra this morning but he'd gone to work on a case."

”I was thinking,” Leon says, “you said you saw a shiny Lucario in the cave.”

”Yeah.”

”Lucario are known as the aura Pokemon. They also hold powers no ordinary humans possess. Do you think that’s what Ezra could have meant?”

You pause slightly, before turning to him with a smile. “Leon!” you utter, “what a brilliant observation.”

He blushes, cheeks growing red. “Ah, well... I wanted to help so I looked up as much information as I could find for you.”

“Thank you.”

You're halfway through the garden, venturing down the path which is lined with professionally-clipped hedges fashioned into Roselias and Roserades and you arrive at a small clearing with a pond and you leave Leon's side to hop onto a rock and despite your high heels, you carefully step over them, maintaining your balance by holding your arms out. A Goldeen and Barboach lurking within the murky depths look up at you for a split second or so before quickly zipping away from the surface to hide within some tall reeds, leaving behind shimmering ripples in the water under the moonlight.

Leon promptly comes scurrying after you with his arms out. "Be careful," he says as he grabs your hand; you neatly finish one lap and hop off and into his awaiting arms with a grin.

He gives you a lopsided smile in return and you're suddenly aware of how close you are standing together and he hasn't looked away from you.

"I missed you," you murmur.

"Me too," he replies.

He holds your gaze and you daren't look away; his honeyed eyes pinned onto your form. It's quiet now, the faint music emitting from the hall has slowly ebbed away into nothingness as you and Leon stand close and all you can hear is your beating heart. He takes one step closer and gently cups your face with one hand; he begins to lean forwards, his eyes closing.

You allow your eyes to close in anticipation of a kiss. Yet before your lips can meet, a tiny crystal blue light gently bobs its way into the little gap between you and the Champion, hovering up and down in the air playfully. It's unwarranted presence causes you both to stop as it's soon joined by other little lights of various shades, twinkling in the dark in beautiful colours of red, pink, yellow and green and as you and Leon glance around, more and more of the lights appear. In seconds, you are surrounded and illuminated by the small lights that have seemingly appeared from nowhere.

"...Aren’t these the same lights we saw in the Slumbering Weald?" Leon utters.

As you peer at the little blobs inquisitively, you nod and lift your arm with your palm out, allowing a small cluster to float over and settle in the base of your hand, illuminating the base of your chin with an iridescent, warm glow.

"They are. I wonder what they're doing here?" you reply, smiling as you prod at the orbs with a fingertip.

It sends them flying into numerous directions before they gently float backwards and towards you; they continue to swarm, bathing you and Leon with their ethereal light.

"They're attracted to you," Leon says.

”...Maybe I got it wrong, maybe they’re not just fairy lights, but...aura?” you mutter under your breath.

Whilst you ponder the true nature of the lights, Leon watches you for a brief moment before he leans forwards and presses a gentle kiss over your forehead. You stiffen slightly, as he proceeds to tuck a stray strand of hair from the side of your face to behind your ear. Your heartbeat soars, and you look up as the side of his palm brushes against your cheek.

”Leon?”

"I never told you how beautiful you looked that night," he murmurs, and you smile.

With his hand over your cheek to keep you in place, Leon brings you forwards and leans down to meet your lips in a passionate kiss.

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playinonaloop · 3 years

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Chapter 2: I’ll give you war

Warnings through out the series: (mentions of) smut, violence, drugs, alcohol, guns, maffia stuff, ya know!

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As soon as he said that he left the room. Leaving you all to yourself as the sun began to set. Seeing as it was setting, it had to be around nine o’clock already. It did leave you wondering which day it already was. How long had you been knocked out? As hundreds of thoughts whirred through your head you heard the door open behind you.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you” The voice that spoke to you made you shiver. It had been 19 years since you saw him. This time you didn’t try to turn around to take a look. You didn’t need to see him. Scratch that, you don’t want to see him. He got closer; his footsteps were much heavier than the last time you heard them.

“So, you’re not going to say anything?” He was now standing in front of you. Joe Ricciardo, looking at you directly. You tried to look away as he came down to your eyesight.

“You let your brother leave you behind, for you not to talk at all? To be too scared to look me in the eye” You now looked directly at him, hatred fueling your heart as you stared in his brown eyes. Joe inched close, now merely centimeters away from your face. You couldn’t read his gaze, so you resorted to being yourself; headbutting him and smiling afterwards.

“Ouch! Shit!” He stumbled backwards as he grabbed his nose. Blood was already running down his lips. You started laughing. Joe took a look at you while you cleared your throat.

“Daniel takes after his father, I see”

“And what do you mean by that?”

“That he fell for the same dumb trick, but you are even more stupid. Coming closer while I’m as silent as can be” Joe now started smiling too, realizing you didn’t change one bit. He sat down in front of you, about a meter away, as he held his nose to make the bleeding stop. You were now wondering what he was thinking about. Joe just sat there, looking at you.

“What are you thinking about?” Your question pierced through the air making his eyes now focus on your eyes.

“How you haven’t changed at all. In all those years I haven’t seen you. God, how long has it been?”

“Nineteen years Joe, it has been that long since you… S-since you killed Rich”

He completely ignored the comment about Rich and jumped onto another question. It was as if he was afraid to talk about is. You could see his eyes twitch as he asked the question.

“So, you’re 28, now right? You were three years younger right? Can’t seem to remember”

“Yeah, 28 now”

Joe became silent, he looked at the floor. This made him look weak. If he was vulnerable, now was the time to try and pry information out of him or try and get yourself out of here.

“Joe?”

“Yes?”

“I’m really hungry and my throat is dry. It might be too much to ask but could you get me something to drink or eat? Please?” He looked at you which made you make yourself look as parched and hungry as you could. To be honest, you were starving and parched but you knew this was crucial for you getting out of here.

“Y-Yeah of course, you might be our hostage but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get food or water!” He got up at once and ran out of the room.

How was he so nice? Wasn’t he supposed to be the mean evil bastard that killed Rich and started the war?

You met a face with a big grin when you looked up to Joe. “Hiya darling, ready for another playdate?” He scooped you up in his arms and cuddled you softly. You giggled and nodded. Joey was cuddled up against his leg as your parents said their goodbyes to Grace and Joe. The two of you were going to spend the afternoon at the Ricciardo’s as your mum and dad had some important business meetings to attend. Joe took you and Joey into the spacious home they occupied. Michelle and Daniel came running at you and they immediately took off with Joey. Joe had just put you down, but since you were younger and thus smaller you weren’t as quick to follow them. Daniel was waiting for you at the top of the stairs, smiling down as you got on the stairs. “Thanks for waiting for me!” You said with a smile on your face. Daniel smiled back at you and said “Always” The two of you walked towards the playroom to join his sister and your brother.

A few hours went by as you waited for him to come back. The sun had left the surface and the room had gone dark. You heard ticking of a clock somewhere in the room, probably on the back wall. The curtains weren’t closed so it gave you a wonderful view of the sky outside. It was clear out, so you could see the stars. Nobody had come in since Joe had visited you. It made you wonder, was he making a four-star dinner for you? Or was something else going on. Something that should concern you, something that could change everything for you. But you were so tired, and you guessed it was getting late. You couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer.

“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!” You felt a big push at your back as you opened your eyes. It startled you awake, that was the least to say. The voice was recognizable everywhere. Michelle, Daniel’s sister.

“So, today, we’re going to have some fun!”

“And what is that Michelle?”

“Well, first you are going to eat and drink. It is surprising to see you’re still alive after 30 hours without water” 30 hours, that’s how long it has been since Joey left you behind. You licked your lips before you spoke.

“The human body can go without water for 48 hours. It’s not that surprising”

Michelle now walked to you, turning you around towards the door. She had a cup in her hand.

“Listen, if you even think about headbutting me like you did with dad and Danny, I swear to God I will kill you.” You let out a small giggle as she came closer.

“You always were smarter than he was, don’t worry you’re bringing me the things I need most at this moment. I won’t be stupid enough to do something now.” She smiled as she got down on one knee, bringing the cup up to your mouth. You started drinking quickly, getting as much fluid in as possible. Michelle took the cup away as she stood again to grab something else. She turned her back to you and you heard some plastic being ripped off. When she turned back, she had a sandwich in her hand. She got back on her knee and fed you small pieces of the bread.

“Nice, huh. Finaly some food inside your stomach!”

“Yeah, but why are you being so nice?”

“Oh don’t worry hun, Like I said, we’re going to have a good evening!” She smiled as she took the sandwich away. The door in front of you opened and Grace came through the door. She hadn’t changed one bit in all those years. The sound of screeching wheels filled the room.

“G’day hun! Time to make your presence worth while.” A sinister smile embellished her mouth. It was the same smile like Danny had two days ago. Michelle turned you back around, making you face the window again. There was a jangling of iron objects that sent a shiver down your spine.

“So, since you’re here and we need to get some information, we’re going to have a chat. How’s your dad?” Grace spoke as she sat down in front of you.

“My dad is fine, why?”

“Well, we’ve heard some news that your family is making some steps into the higher ranks of politics”

“Yeah, we are” This was not an unknown secret, your dad had been walking this road for about a year now.

“Then you can also tell me how he’s getting that money?”

“I will not” Grace was onto something bigger and you knew it was crucial to not tell them anything.

“I think you should tell us, y/n. It will be less painful that way” Michelle spoke as you felt a knife spin on your cheek.

“Well, I think your family should tell the world that you’re all tide up in a drugs scandal. You know, the coke and meth stuff” You spoke as you wiggled on you chair.

This was the moment you knew you wouldn’t leave the room unharmed, which was no surprise. Instead of showing your fear you smiled at Grace.

“You should know, there is no way you’re getting me to talk” As a statement you winked at her.

“Then we’re doing this the hard way”

The hard blow you received to your knees thundered into your head. A scream left your mouth as you dove in pain. Michelle turned the tray over as she checked for a dent in it. The knife she was carrying came closer after she dropped the tray. You noticed that your neck was now bare, so you quickly shot up. Grace had picked up more duck tape by now and Michelle grabbed your hair. "Of course we don't want to wake up the whole house." Now that the duck tape had been pulled over your mouth and Grace had taken over your hair, Michelle came terrifyingly close. She turned the knife in her hand and now rested it against your chest. One quick move further and your t-shirt was in half so you were now in your bra. "It's special that you attack in a nice bra, that's a shame. Who thought you would seduce?" She now put the knife just below your collarbone and let it slide superficially over your body. Blood was released, but it hardly hurt. This was probably due to the adrenaline rushing through your body. Michelle drew a few lines across your upper body like this. Then twisting the knife a little deeper in some places. "So tell me where does the money come from" You shook your head and looked at Michelle, a frown on your face. "Then we'll go on, Mom can I have the next part?" Grace handed Michelle a spray bottle. She shook it briefly and handed the knife back to her mother. Meanwhile, the pain slowly set in and with it a headache. Out of nowhere, Michelle sprayed the mysterious stuff on your upper body. It provided immediate pain that burned through to the rest of your body. "And now, tell us something?" With tears in your eyes you shook no again. This evoked the following methode of torture. This was also without success. Grace sighed, Michelle threw her things on the floor in frustration. "This is useless Michelle, forget it. We are going to clean up" And with this statement they started to clean up and left the room shortly afterwards. As soon as they left you slipped out of consciousness.

The bench made a soft whooshing sound while you were laying on top of it. Wind was pushing you in a steady rhythm as you turned a page of your book. To be honest it was a boring book, but since your English teacher had put it onto the list you read it. You weren’t the person to skip homework, or slack anything for that fact.

“Hey ugly, wanna join us on the dirtbikes?”

Joey screamed at you from the barn. You propped yourself up on one elbow as you yelled back at him.

“I can’t, dad says I am too young!”

Now Daniel emerged from the back of the shed with an extra helmet on his dirtbike.

“Do you see your dad around?”

Daniel asked as Joey reved his bike, the sound was hyping you up to say yes.

“No, b-but I don’t want to get into trouble”.

“Well, we aren’t going to tell him if you don’t tell him”

Joey put on his helmet and got on the bike.

“Now or never, y/n!” Daniel screamed, making you put down your book and getting up. You sprinted towards him, grabbing the helmet snd hopping on the back of the dirtbike. He looked at you as he put on his helmet and got on the bike and followed Joey. The sudden movement brought you out of balance which made you grab Daniel by the waist. You heard Daniel laugh as you scooted closer to make sure you didn’t fall off. Joey was driving so fast that Daniel almost couldn’t keep up. You lost Joey and Daniel decided to go off road through the woods. Next was a steep hill, which made Daniel go even faster. On top of the hill the two of you came to a stop. Daniel let you get off safely, you taking of your helmet as soon as your feet were planted on the ground.

“Nice ride huh?”

Daniel asked as he put his helmet on the bike.

“Yeah, quite fast too”

You replied softly as the view took away your breath.

“How’s school y/n?”

“It’s fine Danny, boring but fine”

He chuckled: “You’re nine, how is it boring but fine?!”

“Because it just is”

You turned around and looked at him. He was standing next to the bike with a big grin on his face. Suddenly the sound of a bike was getting close, next Joey came upon the hill.

“Y/n, we’ve got to go. Dad’s home”

You weren’t able to see his face due to his helmet but his voice wasn’t normal.

“But why? I know I’m not supposed to be on a bike but w-“

“Now y/n! We’ve got to go, family stuff is happening.” You put on your helmet and walked towards him.

“You are following us back, right Danny?”

You asked as you looked at him.

“I think it’s better if you get home too Daniel, it’s safer that way”

Joey spoke as he pulled you close.

“But why, this is your bike Joey?”

“Take it, we’re leaving”

And with that Joey put you on the bike, got on and drove away.

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idunnoficsorsumthing · 3 years

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How is everyone okay with this?

I was thinking of maybe making this a series of like cute hogwarts moments of parents moments from George and Y/n especially with kids at hogwarts.... Let me know.

Also something that surprises me is how can everyone say goodbye to their children and just send them to boarding school but also I get. Just ditch the kids on that train and have ten month vacation? YES.

“They’ll have to go to Hogwarts sometime.” George said, you shake your head. As a muggleborn you had never understood how parents could send their children to that god awful school. The stories Harry told about his first year, and then second all the other years had made you decide you would not be sending your children there. “No!” you said angry. The two of you had this discussion many times when they were younger. George had let you go your way when it came to the kid’s education, he would sit with either of them at the kitchen table and help with math problems, and you’d teach them at home because every sneeze from Ophelia meant that every nose turned turquoise in her vicinity. Or, every class toad would be released by Alfie without so much as a glance. You couldn’t let them out on their own because they had no control of their magical abilities in quite an extraordinary way. They were only eight year old when Mcgonacall was first offered to let stay at Hogwarts after Neville discussed the twins with her. You thought they were too young, and instead you kept them home from school, and the two of you taught them yourself. Which meant the two of you were very lenient when it came to travelling. They came with the two of you when you went to Romania for a few weeks to visit Charlie, they came along to America, France, Vietnam, and many other countries the four of you traveled to. But, now your babies were almost eleven, and you knew that stupid letter would arrive. “They are so young, George. Our babies.” you argued. George chuckled. “We cannot keep them forever. They need to learn magic.” George said, you looked at the ground, and you knew he was right. He stepped closer to you, putting his fingers under your chin to force you to look at him. “She’ll do great.” he said: “Just have faith in them.” he said, with a smile. “But, I’ll miss them too much.” you pouted. George laughed, he put his arms around you for a hug. “You’ll appreciate them more in the summer vacation.” he said, you couldn’t help but feel sad, the two of you never had any more children than the twins, only now you understood why Molly had seven.

You stood at the platform with tears in your eyes, as George went off to put the kid’s trunk in the train. “Forget that owl your dad gave you. Here I have my own gift for you.” you said, taking out two iphones for the kids. You had saved some money so you could each buy their own. You didn’t agree with giving kids phones but you felt desperate to keep in close contact with the two. “Just call me whenever you feel lonely or text.” you said, she had a smile on her face. “Mum, I’m not sure they’ll have cell reception at Hogwarts.” Ophelia said she was confident for her age. Something she definitely got from George. “Keep your sister out of trouble.” you tell Alfie. He was the spitting image of George. Although in his opinion he looked more like Fred. Teddy and Victoire said they’d let them hang out if they got lonely and Neville, who was your Hogwarts best friend, said he’d keep an eye out, and the feeling of wanting to keep them here was so strong within you. You couldn’t understand how all these parents could do it. You wanted them to be happy to go to school so you hold your tears. George came back, and Ophelia hid her cellphone in her jacket pocket. “Are you ready to board the train?” he asked. Ophelia nodded. You give her a hug, and a kiss on her cheek. Next was George, who was beaming with pride for his daughter. He held her a little too long as she tried to wriggle herself out of his embrace and he ruffled her curls. You hug Alfie, and whisper that you loved him, giving him a kiss. “Dad!” Ophelia said, when George was still hugging Alfie. “Alright. Have fun and don’t let me get a letter about your mischief.” They hurried to the train only looking back once, leaving the two of you standing there. You unconsciously held your breath as the train started to move. All the other parents waved at the children who each had their hand poking out of the window to wave. You suddenly burst into tears because your babies had left. George held you in his embrace. “They are going to be fine.” he mumbled.

The phone rang around ten. You pick up the phone, you and George were watching a movie. “Hello Sweetie. How is Hogwarts?’ you ask. You turn on the phone on speaker. “What house are you in?” George asked. You look at your husband and even though you knew it was important for him to know which house they were in, it wasn’t so much for you. “I’m Gryffindor, dad.” Ophelia said he wouldn’t let her know if he was disappointed if she was in any other house. But, you could just tell he was glad she was Gryffindor. “THat’s bloody brilliant, darling.” he said: “Are you having fun?” you pause the movie to listen more intently. “Oh yes, I already made a friend. Ellis Wood, he is a Hufflepuff.” she said, George chuckled. “Oh yes. I used to play quidditch with his father.” George said, you just listen to your husband reminiscing about whose children are in her year. “You should go to sleep, it is going to be a long day tomorrow.” you tell her before the two of them gossip through the night. “Goodnight mum. Bye dad.” Ophelia said, hanging up the phone. When you realised she hadn’t handed the phone to Alfie. You dial the number, it only went over a couple of times before he picked up. “Mum?” he answered. “Hi honey.” you said, you heard soft sobs, and you thought you heard your heart breaking. “What is going on?” you ask. He was probably just homesick. “I want to go home, mum.” Alfie cried. George gave you the look, like you had raised a momma’s boy. “Can we go?” you whisper to George. He raised his eyebrow, and hesitated. “Fine, kid. We’ll just have a chat with uncle Neville.” George said to Alfie. “Just stay put.” he added. He hung up the phone. You had a smile on your face. “What are you laughing about?” he asked with a devilish smile. “At Least one of our kids misses us. Don’t you find that a bit enjoyable?” you ask. He shook his head, with a laugh.

Not an hour later you were sitting in Mcgonacall’s office chatting with her while Alfie was sitting in the hallway. “Well it is normal for the young students to feel a bit homesick, and it is highly irregular for parents to come to the school in the middle of the night.” She said, she had a smile on her face though. “He is a hufflepuff at heart like you, Y/n.” She said: “But, the sorting hat put him in Gryffindor.” you could tell George was happy with it. “And you Mr. Weasley, how dare you hand those children the attributes to cause trouble even before they entered the train?” She said stern, you could tell George knew more of this by the look on his face. “I have no idea what you are referring to.” he said, innocently. “Can we just talk to him?” you ask her. She nods. The two of you get up, and George was already out of the room when Mcgonacall said this: “I suspect young Alfred asked the sorting hat for Gryffindor, but I can only assume he is too sensitive at heart.” without looking up from the papers in front of her.

The two of you sat down next to Alfie either on one side of your son. “Can I go home?” He asked. You shake your head, George put his hand on his son’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be scared, bean.” George said, Alfie looked up at you with the same brown eyes as his dad. “Please mum. These people already gave me detention!” he said, you locked eyes with George, and it was like he won. Alfie wasn’t homesick; he and Ophelia just got in trouble. “Yes, I heard about it. Do you want to tell what happened?” you ask. Alfie looked at the ground. “Ophelia and I replaced the taffy on the trolley with dad’s puking pastilles.” Alfie confessed and the two of you laughed expecting the other to be serious. “Way to go little man” You said, George held up his hand for a high five. “You’re not mad?” Alfie asked. You shrug. “Let me tell you the good part about Hogwarts.” George said: “you’ll get punished here enough.” He looked at you and even though the two of you knew that wasn't exactly the case. The two of you just didn’t want Alfie to feel even worse on his first day. Alfie laughed because he didn’t know the two of you weren’t joking.

The two of you said goodbye to Alfie, as the two of you walked down the corridors of Hogwarts. “Remember we shagged in the astronomy tower?” George reminded you. You look at your husband with a laugh. “We also shagged in that cupboard. Where are you going with this?” you ask. You gestured at the cupboard. The evil smirk vanished from his face. “We should just go home.” he said, George pecked a kiss on your lips. “What was that for?” you ask. He had a smile on his stupid face. “I am glad your hufflepuff genes didn’t ruin our kids into goodie two shoes.” he said, you glared at him. “I also don’t like Ophelia hanging out with Oliver Wood’s kid.” he said, you laugh. “He always was an idiot.” you chuckle, putting your hands around his neck and kissing George.

Christmas break, and you were excited for the train to arrive at the perron. “Calm down they’ll be home in a bit.” Bill laughed. He had Victoire already at Hogwarts, with Louis, and Dominique at home with Fleur waiting for their sister to return. “She has the entire christmas break planned. Because she wants to do a muggle christmas.” George made fun of you. You stick out your tongue at your husband. You look amongst all the children in black robes, when you saw Teddy, with Victoire on his arm, with Ophelia, Ellis, and Alfie following them. “Mum!” She said, ran towards you. “I’m her favorite.” you said, sticking once again your tongue to George. He scrunched his nose, you hugged Ophelia when she reached you. “I missed you, bean.” you said, kissing her all over her face. She rubbed away the kisses on her cheeks with the back of her hand. George patted her over her head. She had grown so much. Or, maybe that is how you felt after you hadn’t seen her in months. The other reached you too, and you pulled Alfie in for a hug. “Mum stop!” he said embarrassed. But, you didn’t care. “My babies are back” you cooed. “I am sorry you have to witness this.” Alfie turned to Ellis, who was laughing. “I have to go find my parents. Have a nice break, Weasleys” he said to the twins.

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Sins of the Past Pt.20

Wonderland. (Lighting candles on an altar, Morgause looks up to see Ella standing nervously beside her.) Ella: "You said you had answers about my mother. Please, tell me all that you know about her.” Morgause: “I’m sorry, Ella, but your mother is dead. She’s been gone a long time now. (Ella drops her head, her worst fears confirmed:) Perhaps you would like to see her?” Ella: (Raising her head quickly:) “What? Oh I... I want that more than anything.” Morgause: “As you wish. (Morgause holds out her hand, which Ella takes. Turning her so that Ella's back is to the altar:) Close your eyes. (As Morgause begins to chant, a breeze blows through the garden:) Arásae mid min miclan mihte þín suna to helpe. Hider eft funde on þisse ne middangeard þín suna w’æs." Cecelia: “Ella. (Ella opens her eyes:) Ella.” Ella: “Mother.”

Wonderland. Red Queen’s Dungeons. (Returning to check on her prisoner, Anastasia stands outside Will’s cell.) Will: “You’re a funny wonder you are. I thought the whole point of becoming Queen was that so you never had to get your hands dirty again.” Anastasia: “Will, I still get my hands dirty.” Will: “That’ll be because you’re not actually queen of anything! So what, you've just come to gloat? Laugh about how you’ve got half of Wonderland thinking you’re still queen?” Anastasia: “That's not why I’m here.” Will: “Then what is it?” Anastasia: “I came to tell you that while you might be feeling cavalier about your life, there are those of us who think you’re one of the finest men they’ve ever met. I’ve locked you in here to get it into your head that there are people out there who want you dead!” Will: “I’m well aware of that, thank you!” Anastasia: “Oh I know you are, but what about the people you care about? Do they know what kind of danger you’re putting yourself in just by being here?” Will: “They don’t need to know all of my sins.” Anastasia: “That’s where you’re wrong, Will. Back when I was being hunted by Cora’s men, you were there to make sure I survived. I became the Red Queen to save myself and you became a thief for the same reason. A long time ago you reminded me that no matter how bad things may seem, the one thing that will always be there for you is family. Well today I'm the one standing outside these bars and I've brought your family to you.” (Will watches as Tiana climbs the steps towards his cell, followed by his sister, Alice.) Tiana: "We're not going to let anyone hurt you, Will, but I'm gonna need a real good reason to not kill you myself. (Will drops his head:) How could you not tell us about all this?" Will: "I didn't want you to know. Either of you. (To Alice:) The things I did while you were locked in your tower, I couldn't have you worrying about your big brother. (To Tiana:) I never wanted you to find out what kind of man I was back then." Alice: "So you'd rather risk your own life than let us down? Don't you know how stupid that sounds?" Will: "It wasn't stupid to me. I thought I was protecting you from the truth." Alice: "What truth? That you were so desperate to survive that you stole a few things? Are you forgetting that we used to pinch stuff together? Back when it was just the two of us, right after Mum and Dad died. We were a regular Fagin and Artful Dodger, you and me." Will: "That doesn't make it right, Alice." Alice: "No, but I also remember who we used to steal from. Only those who could afford to lose a little here and there. (To Tiana:) I bet you that's who he stole from for the Caterpillar. (To Will:) I'm right, aren't I?" Will: "It's not that simple-" Alice: "See? I told ya." Tiana: (Moving closer to the bars:) "I never would've asked you to come on this journey with Ella if I had known just how dangerous it was going to be for you." Will: "It's me own fault. I should've told you." Tiana: "You're damn right you should. Because of you, we've got blondie over there thinking she's still queen." Anastasia: "Excuse me?" Tiana: "Oh I'll get to you in a minute. For now let me just say this, if you ever even think about keeping secrets from me again, the Caterpillar will be nothing compared to what I'll have in store for you. Are we clear?" Will: "Yes, love." Tiana: "Pardon?" Will: "Yes, Your Majesty." Tiana: "Mm hmm. Now, speaking of Ella, where is she anyway?"

Wonderland. Oracle's Garden. Continued. Cecelia: “My daughter. (Cecelia goes to Ella and embraces her:) When I last held you, you were just a child. You were the most precious thing in my life. I’m so sorry.” Ella: “You have nothing to be sorry for. Alice and Will told me what happened, that you were cursed.” Cecelia: “I should have told you. The pain I’ve put you though-” Ella: “No, you are not to blame.” (Cecelia releases her, holding Ella’s hands in her own.) Cecelia: “I cannot bear the thought that you believed I didn’t love you, that I wouldn’t have done everything I could to find my way back to you and your father.” Ella: “It’s me who should be sorry, for doubting your love for us.” Cecelia: “Do not think that. It is the Evil Queen who should carry the guilt for what happened.” Ella: “What do you mean?” Cecelia: (Hesitates:) “It is not important. What matters is that you are happy.” Ella: “Why should the Evil Queen feel guilty?” Cecelia: “It’s better left in the past.” Ella: “You cannot leave me with more questions. Please.” Cecelia: “Shortly after I left you, the Hatter’s travels to the Dream Realm came to an end. With the loss of his wife, Sarah, Jefferson had to do whatever he could to keep his daughter safe. He decided they would leave Wonderland and start afresh in the Enchanted Forest. The Hatter offered to take me with them, but I refused, believing the answer to my curse lay in Wonderland. So I remained behind, living in Jefferson’s old house in Tulgey Woods.” Ella: “So you were there?” Cecelia: “Yes, for a short time. By night I would read books about Wonderland’s many different poisons and by day I would search the forest looking for them. Until the day she came looking for Jefferson.” Ella: “Regina?” Cecelia: “After my dealings with the witch who cursed my heart, I knew evil when I saw it. Jefferson was trying to begin a new life away from the kind of wickedness the queen courted. I couldn’t let her jeopardise that for him, so I told her he wasn’t interested. The queen attacked me, insisting that I tell her where the Hatter had gone, but I couldn’t betray him.” Ella: “So she killed you?” Cecelia: “I sacrificed my life so that Jefferson could live his in peace, together with his daughter. (Ella closes her eyes, shaking her head:) Please, do not let this knowledge change you.” (The wind blows once more. Ella looks back up and sees that Cecelia is gone.) Ella: “No! Bring her back!” Morgause: “I cannot. Once the doorway is closed, it is closed forever. I am truly sorry that you learnt of your mother’s fate in this way. I can only imagine how it must feel to discover Regina is responsible for her death. It is an unforgivable betrayal.” (Morgause walks away, leaving Ella standing alone, a fire burning behind her eyes.) Storybrooke. Swan-Mills House. Regina: "What the hell are you talking about?" (Standing outside on the porch, Emma and Regina have been visited by Mulan and Ruby.) Ruby: "A friendly contest between two of the hottest couples the world has ever seen." Regina: "And what makes you think we'd be interested in something like that?"

Ruby: "Hey, I'm just the messenger, it was Xena who laid down the challenge." Emma: "Xena did?" Mulan: "She told us to tell you when she and Gabrielle took over our watch in the forest." Ruby: "Apparently her ego was bruised after what happened at the gym." Regina: "Xena has nothing to worry about, loss of flexibility is perfectly natural, for a woman of her advanced age." Emma: (Scoffs:) "That's cold." Mulan: "Wait, aren't you both the same age?" Ruby: "Well let's work it out. (Regina rolls her eyes:) Let's say Xena left home at sixteen, had ten years of dark deeds." Mulan: "The Evil Xena phase." Ruby: "Right. Then she spent five years or so travelling with Gabrielle before they were frozen in ice for twenty-five years." Emma: "Don't forget the year she spent without her memory. (At Regina's look:) What? It's a great show." Ruby: "I think Regina was around the same age when she cast the curse so... they're pretty much the same age, yeah." Regina: (Flatly:) "Well that's two minutes of my life I'm never getting back. (To Mulan:) Shouldn't Xena be spending her time coming up with a battle strategy should we need to lay siege on Camelot?" Mulan: "We have discussed it. As things stand right now, if Morgana's army is truly behind her, there's no one who can match it." Ruby: "And that's if it remained a non-magical battle." Mulan: (Nods:) "Because if Lily and Maleficent are being held in the castle, we can't go in blasting through Camelot's defenses without the risk of retaliatory action being taken against them." Ruby: "It's your classic impasse." Emma: (Sighs:) "Any sign of Mordred?" Mulan: "No, but we're covering a lot bigger area now that there are more volunteers." Regina: "We can't just sit on our hands and continue to do nothing." Ruby: (Mischievously:) "So, does that mean you're accepting Xena's challenge?" Camelot. Dungeons. (Morgana accompanies Elsa to the dungeons for a second time. Having previously inspected each cell the night before, Elsa curses under her breath after finding no trace of either Lily or Maleficent.) Morgana: "I understand your frustration, Elsa, but they are simply not here." Elsa: "It doesn't make any sense. The potion lead me to Camelot." Morgana: "You are free to search wherever you like. (Taking Elsa's hand:) Please, if there is anything I can do for you, all you need do is ask." Stables. (Anna and Kristoff speak in hushed voices.) Anna: "Of course they're here, they're just very well hidden, that's all!" Kristoff: "How can you be so sure?" Anna: "Because Elsa used the same locator spell when she found us washed up on the beach in that old trunk." Kristoff: "Yeah, but I think Morgana's sense of hospitality might waver if Elsa were to start blasting through walls!" Anna: "Well we have to do something!"

Kristoff: "We've searched every inch of the castle including Merlin's tower. Where else is there to look?" Anna: "I don't know! If you like questions so much, why haven't we seen Morgana's sister since we've been here? Huh? Answer me that." Kristoff: (Shrugs:) "Maybe Morgause has her own life to lead? Not all sisters are joined at the hip all the time you know." Anna: (Ignoring this:) "Or maybe she's where Lily and Maleficent are being held. Guinevere said Morgause is untrustworthy and has dark tendencies. It doesn't get much darker than kidnapping." Kristoff: "Well, there's murder. That's definitely darker than kidnapping, but there's been no proof of that either. And don't most kidnappers leave a note or a list of demands?" Anna: "Don't try and sway me with your cool-headed logic, Mr. Questions, this isn't the time." Kristoff: (Dryly:) "Of course not." Anna: "Camelot's a big place so we have to check anywhere and everywhere. Lily and Maleficent are family and we are not leaving without them." Kristoff: (Putting his hands up:) "Agreed. So where do you wanna look next?" Storybrooke. Sheriff's Station. (Emma and Regina meet up with the Charmings.) Snow White: "I think it sounds like a great idea. It could be just what everyone needs." Emma: "What, a chance to see me get my ass handed to me by Gabrielle in a staff fighting contest?" Snow White: "No, an excuse for another festival. (Emma and Regina groan:) Last time it was to raise the spirits of the people of Dun Broch. This time we can invite everyone from all the realms." Regina: "Oh great. Your mother's going to sell tickets." Snow White: "I just think that given the current situation, Storybrooke needs as many allies as possible if we're on the verge of going to war with Camelot. David thinks it's a good idea, don't you?" David: (Smiling:) "Absolutely." Regina: "Well of course he does. After knocking that knight over with his truck, he's got his swagger back. You'll probably challenge everyone you can to a joust." David: "Actually, no, not this time. I'll be helping Snow with organising everything. Guinevere's already got her hands full so I thought I'd offer my services." Snow White: "Plus Jasmine's offered to help Queen Roberta, so David won't have a chance to ask Aladdin for a rematch." Regina: “Mmhmm.” Emma: "Yeah, well that's great and all, but we haven't actually accepted the challenge yet. We don't even know if it's something we want to do." Zelena: (Entering:) "Oh you're doing it all right. I've got a lot of money riding on you two to win." Regina: "You only want us to do it so you can spend more time with Maria." Zelena: "And what's wrong with that? Someone's got to look after the poor girl, while you're off gallivanting. Tell you what, (Her hand already on Maria's baby carrier:) why don't you two go discuss it over coffee at Granny's (Picks up the basket and places five dollars in it's place:) My treat." (Before either of them can say anything, Zelena turns and leaves the station with Maria.)

Forest. (As the search for Mordred continues, Hook and Robin walk together along the forest path. Hook stopping occasionally to look through his spy glass.) Robin: "So, how are you holding up?" Hook: "Not great if I'm honest with you. It would be one thing if we knew for sure where Lily and Mal are so I could then go and rescue them." Robin: "Yeah, it's the not knowing that's the worst. Have you heard anything from Elsa and the others?" Hook: "No. I should be there with them in Camelot. (Sighs:) But it was agreed, what with my temper, that my staying here was best for everyone. (Notices Robin glancing at her watch:) Am I keeping you from something?" Robin: "What? Oh, no, it's just that Robin Hood was supposed to come take over for me. With Maleficent gone, it's been down to me to run the bar and-" Hook: "You've done a grand job with that place, Robin. Mal knows it too, though she'd never say it to your face." Robin: "Tell me about it." Hook: "That's just her way. She shows her appreciation differently to other people. You'll get to know her quirks the longer you work together." Robin: "I hope so. Did she really say she likes the changes I've made?" Robin Hood: (Arriving:) "Sorry I'm late. I was just rounding up the Merry Men. Your brother's back there with Little John." Robin: "Great, I'll say hi to him on my way back. Thanks for covering me." Robin Hood: "Not at all." Robin: (To Hook:) "Well, I guess I'll see you." Hook: "Aye, it's the best thing anyone can do for now. Keep doing what you have been and make Mal proud. (Robin smiles and turns to leave, almost bumping into Robin Hood. They share an uncomfortable nod and Robin Hood steps aside to let her pass:) Well that was awkward." Robin Hood: "Shut up and give me that. (Hook allows himself a smile as he hands over the spy glass:) I know this might not be the best time but, do you have any advice... on how to be a good father?” Hook: “Robin giving you the cold shoulder is she?” Robin Hood: “Oh we’re perfectly civil to each other, it’s just... me being with her mother and-” Hook: “And the fact that you’re not actually her father but look exactly like him? Yeah, that’s a tricky one. My advice would be not to force these things. Robin knows you’re not her dad and at this stage she’d probably resent you for trying to be. The one you have to worry about is Zelena.” Robin Hood: “Zelena? Why’s that?” Hook: “That woman’s got baby fever in the worst way. (Holds out his hand for the spy glass:) So good luck with that, mate.” Wonderland. (Striding along the forest path with a new sense of purpose, Ella is stopped by two men who are cooking their dinner beside the road.) Man 1: “Hold on there. Where do you think you're headed?” Ella: “I'm heading west. I need to find someone, and you're blocking my way.” Man 1: “If you keep heading west, you'll end up in the Black Forest, luv. You won't find anyone there.” Man 2: “They say it's so dark, you can't even find your own nose.” Ella: “I'll take my chances. Thank you.” (Man 1 blocks her path.) Man 2: “That seems awful dangerous, don't it? A little girl traveling alone. She might not know the rules.” Man 1: “See, this here's a toll road. You needs to pay the toll.” Man 2: “Now be a good girl and give us that necklace.” Ella: (Draws her sword:) “You even touch this necklace, and you'll lose your hand.” (Man 2 laughs.) Man 1: “Careful who you threaten, luv. No bauble's worth losing your life.” Ella: “This one is. (Ella knocks Man 2′s mace out of his hand and hits him with a spinning back elbow. Blocking Man 1′s overhead strike with her sword, she kicks him in the gut and he falls hard to the ground. Side stepping another attack from Man 2, Ella knees him in the gut and pushes him face first into a tree. Ducking Man 1′s wild swing, she punches and elbows him several times before hurling him to the ground. Standing over him with her sword in his face:) Be careful who you threaten, luv. (Picking up a flaming log from the fire:) Thanks for the light.” (Ella sheathes her sword, using the log as a torch, and continues on her way.) Storybrooke. Granny's Diner. (Taking Zelena's advice, Regina and Emma discuss Xena & Gabrielle's challenge.) Regina: "I mean just the fact they even challenged us shows that they're the ones who have something to prove." Emma: "Well, it sure as hell beats sitting around waiting. Besides, Mom was right when she said we need allies." Regina: "The other realms wouldn't possibly choose Morgana and Morgause over us. They love us. We're still wading through all the baby gifts the people have given us." Emma: "Yeah, but that was before Morgana reminded everyone that I killed Arthur." Regina: "Oh, no one cared about that bearded buffoon when he was alive, why should they care about who killed him?"

Emma: "Hm. You know, it might not be so bad. Do you remember the first time we had a friendly wager between us?" (Emma conjures a piece of paper into her hand and gives it to Regina. Looking at it, Regina sees that it is an old poster depicting Emma as a firefighter with the words 'Vote Swan For Sheriff' written on it.) Regina: (Smiling:) "I remember very well." Storybrooke. Past. Mayor's Mansion. Night. (Answering the door, Mayor Mills opens it to find Sheriff Swan standing on her porch.) Regina: "Miss Swan, it's late." Emma: "Is Henry asleep?" Regina: "Yes, why?" Emma: "We had a bet, winner take all. (Puts on a large fireman's helmet:) I've come to collect." Regina: "What the- Ahh! (The mayor gives out a yell as she is lifted over Emma's shoulder into a fireman's lift. Struggling momentarily with the door, Emma closes it and heads towards the staircase. In a hushed voice:) Emma put me down, this is ridiculous!" Emma: "Sorry, can't do that." (Emma readjusts her grip, so that one hand is now firmly squeezing Regina's ass. Resigning herself to this indignity, Regina ceases any pretense of a struggle. As they travel across the hall however, one of Regina's shoes falls noisily to the floor just outside Henry's bedroom door.) Regina: (Her voice serious:) "Put me down, I mean it." (Emma lets her down. Straightening her dress, Regina takes a deep breath before slowly turning the handle and gingerly enters her son’s room. Seeing that Henry is still fast asleep, she backs out of the room and closes the door.) Emma: "Well?" Regina: (Nods:) "He's still asleep." Emma: "Good." (Immediately, Emma scoops Regina into her arms and resumes carrying her across the hall.) Regina: "Well this is much better." Emma: "Yeah, but you're so fun to mess with." Regina: (Reaching her bedroom:) "I'm even more fun to fu-" (The door closes sharply behind them.) Wonderland. Present. (Walking past a sign that reads ‘Dead End of the Queen’s Road’, Ella continues undeterred.) Ella: (Reading more signs:) "‘Abandon all hope ye who enter.’ I'd have to have hope in order to abandon it. (Seeing yet more signs:) Seems like an awful waste of wood, when one sign would do. I mean, is it really that bad? Worse than finding out your mother-in-law killed your mother? (Reaching the end of the path, Ella sticks out her hand into the darkness which ripples like a wave, enveloping her fingers. Gasping, she removes her arm:) Okay, Ella, a little bit of darkness might be just what you need.” (Taking a deep breath, she steps inside the darkness and disappears.)

#sq #swan queen #swanqueen

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pvntherz · 4 years

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Precious Little Spirit

A/N: This is damn near a collab with my mutual who's a butt and doesn't wanna take credit other than being named dropped as Megan 😤. Anyways, reblog > likes and ideas/critique is welcome!

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Word Count: 1490 words of pure simping

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Persephone had never been so nervous before in her life. Or was she embarrassed?

She wasn't quite sure.

The souls parted like the sea as she trudged down the brick path. Which was nerve wracking, to say the least. She'd almost tripped over her own sandal straps in front of Zeus knows how many souls. Definitely embarrassing. All of this happening in front (technically behind) the goddess of the dead and the queen of the underworld.

Check that off the bucket list for embarrassing moments.

Would said goddess end up contacting her mum and cause a whole slew of problems on Persephone's end?

Probably.

And another check for the list.

Someone please save her from the mess she got herself into.

Their final destination of the one place Persephone had promised herself to avoid definitely wasn't picking off any points for her either.

In a desperate attempt to calm herself down, Persephone began taking in the smaller details of the castle and the things inside.

The walls were charcoal black, suits of armor brandishing weapons like halberds and deadly looking scythes lined the hallway, guarding the castle's lonely inhabitants.

The torches on the walls certainly did not seem to help either, casting shadows on the wall, the flickering of the flames making them look like prowling demons, ready to pounce and rip the nature goddess to pieces.

The red carpet below their feet was so close to the color of blood, it resembled a river of the foul liquid. For a brief moment, it seemed like if Persephone closed her eyes, she could almost imagine the warm liquid lapping at her feet, the souls of thousands screaming in anguish with every further step she took into the castle.

When they came to an intersection in the castle hallways, Persephone couldn't help but be drawn to the chandelier hanging above their heads. The torches illuminating it while precious gems cast spots of silver and gold onto the walls, making the castle seem warmer, more welcoming; a stark contrast to the hallway before.

It was a strange but fitting contrast for Hades. Despite clearly being frustrated, it was never physically shown in her grip on Persephone's wrist. She slowed down if she thought Persephone had tripped or stumbled behind her.

Persephone was starting to think Hades was a lot nicer than the many rumors being circulated by the mortals

"Don't run around telling anyone that isn't a god what you see in here. Understood?" Hades' voice was curt, yet calm as it sent a shiver down the spine of the nature goddess.

Persephone nodded and avoided Hades' freezing cold gaze. "Yes ma'am."

Persephone wasn't sure what to expect on the other side of the door. Maybe some big bad book of evil, a weapon that would be the end of ends, or even some terrible creature of destruction, to be released into the world above.

What she did not expect was three small puppies to come bounding out of the office.

Hades quickly swooped down and picked two of them and chased after the third. It was a surreal sight to see, honestly.

The goddess of the underworld bent over chasing after one, no two, well now three puppies around a castle. The speedy little balls of fur knocking into chairs and sofas, yet still managing to evade their owner.

Hades sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "They'll be fine…" She mumbled to herself and turned to Persephone. "Um, have a seat in my office. We need to talk."

Making its reappearance just as quick as it disappeared, the icy stare and blank face made its way back onto Hades' face.

Persephone nervously entered the office and took a seat. She bounced her leg up and down and avoided making eye contact with the older woman.

She reverted back to her previous tactic of focusing on everything but her current situation. However there was a problem.

Everything in the room was foreign to her.

Technology she'd only seen maybe once or twice on Mount Olympus, but wasn't quite sure of it's purpose. Which meant her only option was to focus on Hades herself.

Which didn't seem so bad after all. Hades was a beautiful woman. To Persephone at least.

For starters, Hades was tall. Much, much taller than her, and her arms were toned with years of fighting monsters. Persephone wondered if Hades would be able to pick her off the ground in one fell swoop.

The next thing she noted were the scars on Hades' face. The one below her lip, on her cheek, the ones riddling her hands like little holes pierced into the pale skin, the horrible one snaking from her temple to her nose, as if some monstrous creature had raked into her flesh and the one that started from her collarbone and ended in who knew where. She heard the stories of the fight between Kronos and his children and knew of the scars, both physical and mental that had been left behind, but she could not have imagined that they would have been so damaging, especially to the cold, lonesome goddess of the underworld.

Persephone pitied her. If anything, those scars only served to cement her fearsome reputation as a death God.

The last thing she noted were Hades' eyes. Her gaze was mesmerising. Even if she wanted to, Persephone couldn't tear her eyes away. It was magnetic, holding her in place, stripping her soul down to its rawest layers. She could see fire raging in Hades' eyes, it felt as though if she looked hard enough, she would be able to feel the heat radiating from her gaze; yet there was something cold, almost icy about it, as if the goddess has something to hide and was merely shielding it with a wall of ice and glacier. Nevertheless, Persephone felt herself drowning within the dark ocean that was Hades herself.

And she was terrified.

Hades cleared her throat and waved her hand to catch Persephone's attention, startling her out of her reverie.

"Care to explain why you're here?"

Persephone sunk into her seat and looked away. "I'm..well... I was bored. My mother is unbelievably overbearing and won't take me anywhere!" She sighed. "I'm aware of how childish it sounds, but promise to keep this between us?" She nervously nibbled on her knuckles as she spokes which made it hard to understand.

Hades furrowed her eyebrows and took a moment to decipher Persephone's obscured speaking. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before speaking. "I'm aware of how overbearing your mother can be and I can only imagine the things she's told you."

"How do you know my mother?" Persephone perked up.

"The Oracle does live here. I can't expect them to not want to talk to someone every once and awhile." Hades' features softened for a split second before going back to its normal stoic expression. "As I was saying before, I'll allow you to visit but please keep your little magic tricks at a limit." She chuckled softly.

At that moment, Persephone felt her heart stop for the briefest of seconds. Hades' laugh was so soft and adorable, completely the opposite of what she imagined for a God of death. She couldn't help but crack the smallest of grins as she felt a small laugh begin to bubble up in her own throat as well.

"Persephone?"

Persephone relished in the smoothness of the older woman's voice before snapping out of her reverie completely. "Oh, yeah. I promise to keep the random flowers and trees growing to a minimum."

Hades stood up from her desk and walked around it, towards Persephone. "Sadly, I think it's getting too late for a young lady like you to be walking alone by herself. I have to ask you to leave." She extended her hand and offered it to Persephone. "I'll at least walk you to the exit."

Accepting Hades' hand, Persephone stood up and followed the death goddess out of the office and back into the hallways of the castle. The route Hades seemed to be taking her on was different from the rest of the castle. In contrast to the cold black stones of the castle, the bricks here were studded with all manner of precious gems and metal, the fire from the brackets of torches in the walls illuminating the immediate area around them, casting spots of blues, reds and greens all over the walls and floor.

"You're enjoying it, are you?"

Persephone didn't respond, too entranced by the gems as Hades let out a mellow chuckle, the laughter like music to Persephone's ears as she allowed Hades to tug her down the bejeweled corridor, her heart as light as a feather. She looked to Hades and grinned to herself as the death goddess looked away.

Hades had been caught looking at her.

And looking at her with a smile, nonetheless.

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wolfpawn · 4 years

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 121

Chapter Summary - Tom informs a tired Danielle about an upcoming change to his appearance, with steamy results.

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Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

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Tom closed over the bathroom door and looked at Danielle as she continued to sleep in the bed. He smiled at her for a moment before deciding to let the dogs out to the bathroom before going back in himself.

With the dogs dealt with and curled up in their bed together again, Tom went back upstairs and into the bedroom, relieved to see Danielle was still sleeping and had not woken up. She had been away for the most of the week on a set and arrived back past midnight, admitting to having taken a nap on the way home, fearful she would fall asleep at the wheel. When he slipped into the bed, she turned over. For a moment he was worried he had woken her, but as she curled in against him, he realised she was still asleep. He put his arm around her and went back to sleep.

He was woken again as Danielle curled more and more in against him as she tried to get comfortable when he heard the change in her breathing, he knew she had woken. ‘Hey.’

‘Hi.’ She stretched slightly as she saluted him. ‘I didn’t wake you, did I?’

‘No,’ He fibbed. ‘I woke a while ago.’

‘Shit, the dogs….’ She went to get up.

‘I let them out an hour and a half ago, they did their business then.’ He smiled.

‘Thank you, you wonderful man.’ She smiled, curling against him again. ‘Do you have anything you need to do today?’

‘No, just walk the dogs, keep the house clean and spend some time with you, how about you?’

‘I have paperwork, but it can wait until later.’

‘How are you not bleary-eyed from it? All you seem to do is paperwork.’

‘It feels like it, probably why I needed the glasses in the end.’ She concurred. ‘How was your meeting, by the way?’

Tom nodded. ‘Good, yes, I am going to do a few days work with Idris.’

‘Elba?’ Tom made a noise of confirmation. ‘Wonderful.’

‘But there is a catch.’ Danielle looked up at him. ‘I need to look a bit different.’

‘What sort of different?’ She asked worriedly. ‘You don’t have to do some stupid level weight change, do you? I mean a kilo either way is one thing, but if they are asking you to come in looking like Michael Fassbender in Hunger, then I am not okay with that.’

‘No, nothing like that.’ She exhaled in relief. ‘It’s my hair.’

‘Different colour?’

‘No.’

‘Shave it off?’

‘The opposite actually.’

‘Longer?’ He nodded again. ‘How much longer?’

‘Do you remember what I looked like at the War Horse premiere?’

‘I didn’t know you then, I don’t think.’

‘Well, about this long hair.’ Tom spread his thumb and index finger to get the length he was requested to get his hair too. ‘And I need to allow my facial hair grow a little.’

‘How much is a little?’ She asked curiously.

‘Not too much, just a bit, about an inch of hair.’ He looked at her, fearful she would not like the idea too much, but to his surprise, her pupils appeared to be dilated. ‘Are you….do you like the sound of that?’

‘I do.’ She confessed.

‘Really?’ His brows rose.

‘I like the idea of you with longer hair, and longer facial scruff, I can imagine it is going to be very sexy.’ She leant over and kissed him. ‘I cannot wait to see it.’

Tom leant in and kissed her back. ‘Darling, you are too wonderful.’

It took only a few moments before the pair’s actions because more lustful, Danielle slipping her hand from his chest to his hip before rubbing against his boxers where he was beginning to harden.

Tom moaned slightly into her mouth as his hand went to her chest, which he only then realised was only covered by a string vest and no bra, meaning he was easily able to access her breasts, pulling down her top slightly and began to toy with her breast, earning a breathy gasp from Danielle as she pressed her forehead against his. ‘Tom.’

‘What do you want me to do?’ He asked.

‘Stay as still as you can.’ She grinned before slipping under the covers.

Tom looked at her for a moment in confusion before he felt her gently pull at the hem of his boxers and tug them down carefully, ensuring they did not pull on him before taking him on her hand, then into her mouth. ‘Fuck, Elle.’ He groaned as he closed his eyes and allowed himself simply enjoy what she was doing, bucking slightly as she toyed with his sac and perineum, knowing how he loved it. ‘I want….Elle.’

‘No.’ The authoritative tone she took startled him slightly and caused Tom to open his eyes and looked to the duvet, knowing what she was doing underneath. ‘Behave.’

‘Jesus.’ He moaned as she continued with her actions, taking care to be slow and languid, ensuring she used her mouth and tongue to do everything he liked as she slowly moved up and down his shaft. ‘Fuck, Elle.’ Tom almost whimpered as she did everything to taunt and tease him, never speeding up enough to get him any closer to release, but ensuring everything sent pleasurable sensation through him. He whined as she toyed with the tip and used her tongue. ‘Elle, please, please.’ He begged as soon as she ceased and moved up from under the covers again. When she straddled him, he bit his bottom lip as he eyed her, her body above his, teasing him with her breasts out. He bucked up slightly to create friction, noting how sensitive she was as he did so, her arousal coating him as he did so. ‘Elle.’ He pleaded again, bringing his hands to her hips.

‘No.’ She ordered, taking his hands and putting them above his head, keeping them there in one hand.

Tom looked up at them for a moment before looking at Danielle, who was smirking down at him. ‘Oh, fuck.’ He bucked up again as he felt another surge of arousal go down his spine.

Danielle grinned as she watched him, fully aware that if he wanted, Tom could easily move them, but it was very clear, he wanted to keep them as they were. ‘You are not allowed touch, do you hear me?’ She growled, leaning down and nipping his ear. Tom whimpered as she tugged slightly on his ear, a weak point that always riled him, and nodded. ‘Good.’ She brought the hand not holding his above his head and used it to direct his cock towards her wet entrance before gently sinking down on it, gasping as it stretched her. When she had sunk to as far as could it in her, she wiggled her eyebrows for a moment before moving, as slowly as she had when she was beneath the sheets.

‘Jesus, Elle. I think you’re trying to kill me.’ Tom moaned as she continued the slow pace.

‘I think it would be a good way to go, don’t you?’

‘You are an evil temptress, you should be called Amora or some other such name.’ He gasped the last word out as she clenched around him. ‘God, do that again.’

‘Naughty boy, trying to make demands.’ She smiled, continuing her pace and threatening to do it, but not fully gripping him.

‘You have a terribly kinky side in there, do you know that?’

‘Do you like it?’ She grinned gleefully.

‘Fuck, yes.’ He swore as she clenched again. ‘Please, please, Elle.’

‘What, what are you begging for?’ She all but cooed at him, causing him to gasp in sheer arousal. ‘Tell me, Tom, what is it, I only want to help.’

‘Fuck, please fuck me, Elle. Please!’ he thrust his hips up to permit more contact, but she had anticipated such and lifted herself up so only the very head of his cock was still inside her.

‘But I thought we were fucking, aren’t we?’

‘Please, please fuck me more.’

‘Hmm, I’ll have to think about that.’ She smiled as she hastened her movements slightly, much to Tom’s relief. Then she gripped one of her breasts and squeezed it in front of him, Tom’s focus switching between her breast and where she was currently connected to him, his arousal coated manhood coming into view every so often. ‘God I want to cum.’

‘Please, yes, please cum. I want to help.’

‘No, no. You’re quite alright, I can get there.’ She smiled, slipping her hand from her breast, down her torso to her clit, quickly rubbing and taunting herself.

Tom moaned as he felt her body react, moving himself slightly so that he would rub her g-spot from within to add to her arousal. All too quickly, Danielle gasped and began to moan, before it became more lustful and louder. ‘Yes, fuck me, use me.’ Her movements became faster and her moans louder. ‘Please, I want to touch you, let me help you.’

‘No.’ She warned as she toyed with herself and bit her lips together, trying to stop herself from vocalising her pleasure too much.

‘Don’t, don’t hold it in, Darling. Please, I want to hear you.’

She shook her head frantically as she continued to bite her lips together, but Tom focused his thrusts to ensure she received maximum pleasure. As soon as he did that, her attempts to remain quiet ceased immediately. ‘Fuck.’ She barely lasted another moment before moaning loudly and seizing up as her body shook with an intense orgasm.

Though Tom felt as though Danielle’s body was attempting to crush him, he continued his movements until she fell forward, using her elbows to stop herself falling fully onto him. ‘You okay?’

Danielle shook her head. ‘I can’t move.’

‘I have you.’ Gently, he turned them around so he was above her, still hard inside her. As soon as he tried to pull out, she shook her head. ‘What, Love?’

‘You….’

‘Do you want to continue?’ Danielle nodded. ‘Tell me if I am hurting you.’ She nodded again and Tom began to move. ‘You feel so good, Elle, I don’t think you have ever made so much noise. Did you enjoy it, you’ve drenched me.’

‘The best.’ She gasped, sensitive from her own orgasm but insistent that Tom reach his release too.

‘Glad to hear it.’ He kissed her, taking it slow, knowing that she was hypersensitive. ‘You feel incredible, and who would have thought how good you sound when being so authoritative, but now….’ He kissed her again. ‘So compliant.’ When he felt her leg move to press on top of his, he knew that was her consent to move more and did so, loving the feel of her body around his, when she gripped him, her hands going to his ass, his movements became stronger as he chased his own release, unable to stop himself from the noises he was making, earning a smile from Danielle. He continued for another few seconds before he gave a gasp, his body shaking slightly as he reached his own peak, kissing Danielle as he did and moaned into their kiss.

When, finally, their breathing settled again, Tom looked at Danielle and smiled. ‘I love you.’ She declared.

‘I happen to love you too, Ms Hughes. So my hair and beard will be approved then?’

‘I think it will be incredibly sexy and I cannot wait to see it.’ She smiled.

‘So there are a few things you wouldn’t like?’ Tom gently pulled out of her and rolled to his side of the bed.

‘I don’t want you changing your weight too much for them. It’s not healthy. Gaining some muscle for a role is one thing, that is the gym and a bit of different food, but hardcore steroids, the ones that damage your fertility or hormones permanently or severe weight gain and weight loss are big “no’s” to me.’ She explained.

‘Wait, “hardcore steroids”?’

‘I am not stupid Tom, I know what some roles entail. Arnie was not that big without some help, Stallone got caught bringing some into Australia, I think it was. It’s rampant in sports now, it’s rampant in gyms across the world, guys who don’t even do any sports are taking them, girls, too. Just….I have read about some of them, I had to, I had a guy take a collapse in a gym because he mixed them with coke or a guy that died in his sleep because he took stuff that made his blood thicken so much his heart could not pump it around.’

‘Jesus.’ Tom shuddered.

‘I just want you to be healthy.’ She stated. ‘So we can do more of this.’ She smiled, leaning over and kissing him. ‘I missed you when I was gone.’

‘We missed you too.’ Tom cupped her cheek and kissed her again. ‘And for the record, if you ever want to be all authoritative again, please do.’

#I Hate You I Love You #chapter 121 #tom hiddleston #Tom hiddleston fic #wolfpawn

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For the Cedric thing:: I could really use some wholesome holiday stuff soooo what if reader (muggleborn) went out with Cedric for some winter fun, comparing wizard traditions to muggle traditions ending in cuddles by the fire back at his place?

(HOLIDAY FLUFF IT IS!! I’ll try to make what Winter Holiday the reader celebrates as ambiguous as possible)

The cold wind of Hogsmeade tore through your coat, sending chills racing up and down your spine. You tugged your coat closer to your body and tried to maneuver your hair and scarf to create maximum wind breaking potential. Of course, two more steps down the rode sent everything flying again with another gust of wind.

Don’t worry, I said. It won’t be that windy, I said. We’re probably going to spend most of the day indoors I said!! You huffed to yourself, creating a large cloud of air as you crunched through the snow towards the Three Broomsticks. I knew I should’ve worn an extra layer.

The warm, cozy lights of Hogsmeade didn’t do much to provide you physical warmth, but the twinkling fires, the laughs, and the joyful atmosphere sent a wave of warmth through your core as pleasant memories began swirling in your mind. You remembered fondly how you first arrived at Hogsmeade, full of wonder and curiosity, how you reacted when you first tried Butterbeer and all the different candies from Zonko’s Joke Shop.

A warm smile crept up on your cold cheeks as you darted inside The Three Broomsticks, letting its warmth seep into your bones. You took a deep breath, allowing the scent of Butterbeer and hearty meals to fill your lungs.

“Y/n!! Y/n! You made it!!” An excited voice caught your attention and you turned to see Cedric Diggory waving excitedly at you “I saw you from the window!” He pointed at the window next to the table he was at with a loppy grin. You laughed and headed over to him, stomping your boots at the door to remove any snow you brought in with you.

As soon as you were within arm reach, Cedric stood from his seat and began helping you with your coat by removing your hood, gathering your cold face in his cozy hands and pressed tiny kisses all over your face. “You’re so cold!” He whined in between kisses.

You laughed and tried to return a few kisses in between removing your freezing gear. Cedric helped drape your coat on the back of your chair and scooched his chair to the same side yours was and took your hands in his. “I know I said this earlier, but you are *really* cold, Sweetheart.” He gave your hands a quick rub to help speed up the process of warming them up.

You sank into his touch and let out a content sigh and snuggled into his side. “You’re sooo waaaarmmm!” You pulled his arm around you and buried your nose into his sweater, breathing in his calming scent. Cedric nuzzled his head into yours and released your hands long enough to pull you in for a side hug.

Which gave you the perfect angle for your betrayal.

You snatched your still freezing hands from his lap and shoved them under his shirt, pressing your hands onto his bare stomach.

Cedric yelped and pulled away from you, playfully shoving his hands into your face while he swatted away your hands. “I try to warm you up and this is the thanks I get???” He exclaimed, holding his side like he had been stabbed. “Your hands are as cold as your heart!”

You laughed loudly, feeling nothing but evil smugness fill you as Cedric sits back down in his seat with a distrustful glare. You moved to cradle his hands in yours and give him a truce kiss but he reacted quicker and snatched your hands out of the air and pinned them to the table. “Nice try! But I got you this time.”

He leaned in with a proud smirk until your noses were almost touching “I just wanted to give you a kiss!” You pouted, unable to wipe off that growing smile on your face. “Mhmmmm, nice try! I know your tricks, Sweets, you wanted to shove your hands down my neck.”

You cackled and made a dramatic gasp “I! Would! Never!” You made an exaggerated thinking face then added “Well, maybe, but only when you’re not expecting it.” Cedric narrowed his eyes at you but was also unable to hide the smile on his face. “I knew it, you little traitor.”

“Can I get you two lovebirds anything?” Madame Rosmerta came into your peripherals and you faintly made out a smile on her face as she watched the two of you having a staring contest. “Two Butterbeers please!” Cedric said “Can you make mine the Extra Sweet Butterbeer?”

“Awww, but Cedric! You’re already an Extra Sweet Butterbeer!” You cooed, trying to throw off his concentration. “Light of my life, darling of my heart, you’re the Extra Sweet Butterbeer.” He replied.

“No, no, no, I insist. You are.”

“No, you.”

“You’re the Extra Sweet Butterbeer, times two, no take backs!”

Rosmerta shook her head at you two but chuckled “Can I get anything else for you two?” She asked “Can we get two bowls of stew, please?” You asked, still refusing to lose the staring contest. Rosmerta nodded “I’ll be right back with those, try not to dry your eyes out, loves!”

*~*~*~*~*~*

After winning the contest (Cedric says you cheated by blowing into his face) and eating your meals, the two of you began discussing your plans for the day.

“It’s a shame we don’t have the entire day to spend here like we did when we were at Hogwarts.” Cedric commented as he cleaned out the last bit of stew from his bowl. You chuckled and finished off your own bowl before leaning back into Cedric’s arms. Now that your hands were thoroughly warmed from the stew, Cedric didn’t need to worry about a cold hands attack and allowed you to burrow into his side.

“Yeah, but at least now we don’t have a curfew to be back by.” You chuckled, he kissed your hairline and leaned his head on yours. “That’s true. Speaking of which, what are we doing today?” He pulled you in tighter and lowered his voice “I mean, if you don’t wanna do anything but let me keep my arms around you like this, I won’t complain.”

Your face burned as flustered giggles burst from your chest, you playfully shoved Cedric who had his own blush as he beamed at you. “Mayyybe we can save that for next year.” You said, trying to force your blush down, “But I was thinking I show you Purebloods how to actually party.” You playfully ribbed him with your elbow and Cedric puffed up in challenge.

“Us Purebloods, huh?” He repeated, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes “Well, that’s news to me! I didn’t even know you Muggleborns had parties!” The two of you laughed before Cedric pulled you in for another hug. “Well, I guess it’s only fair to split today’s activities,” He relented, fluffing your hair as he released you.

You fixed your hair and reached out to fluff his hair in return but your hands were swatted away. You pouted at your defeat but chose to bide your time for another moment. “That works for me!” You began collecting your stuff and booped his nose with your finger. “Since it was your idea, you can choose first, love.”

Cedric perked right up and grabbed all of his winter gear in his arms before grabbing your hand. “Perfect idea!! Let’s go!”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Within moments, you found yourselves at the nearby lake, it’s frozen surface was already carved by the many skaters who’ve been on and off during the day. The sun was out but it wasn’t too bright to blind you, the air was still chilled but something about the tender way Cedric held your hand while he practically skipped to the water’s edge warmed you more than any stew.

“Here we are!!” He said excitedly, dramatically sweeping his hand across the lake. “Ta-daaaaaaa!!” You gave your boyfriend a curious look “Ice skating?” You asked “Love, didn’t we do ice skating like every year at Hogwarts?”

Cedric tutted at you and dramatically shook his head “Oh, my dear sweet, sweet other half,” He gently pinched your chin and tilted your head up “When we attended Hogwarts, we were discouraged from using our magic while on the ice. But now that we’ve graduated…” He leant in and you mirrored his actions.

“We can do whatever we want!” He abruptly left you, half standing on your toes, posed for a kiss, and skipped onto the ice, casting a spell to grant him ice skates on his boots. “Cedric!!!” You shrieked, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“Get back here and kiss me properly!” You demanded, casting the same spell before flying out onto the ice after the smug Hufflepuff who gave you nothing but an innocent smile as he began skating around you.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?” He teased, slipping in close enough to playfully tug your clothes before zipping away. You chased after him for the better part of an hour, bantering the entire time. Eventually, you both became a little winded and you called a truce so Cedric could get to the main event.

“So, what’s this about using our magic on the ice?” You asked him as he pulled you into his chest. “Well,” He started, taking out his wand “Me and my parents had this tradition to go ice skating together, right? But ya know, after a while skating can get a little tiresome if you’re not allowed to do tricks on the ice, so my mum found a way to liven things up.”

He pointed his wand at the ice and winked at you before casting a spell. The tip of his wand illuminated, the light slowly turned a hue of colors before shooting out to hit the ice in a dazzle of sparks. You blinked a few times, allowing your eyes to refocus on the glittering ice to find…nothing?

“What’d that spell do?” You asked, cocking your head slightly, Cedric grinned widely and slipped his wand back into his sleeve. “Watch and learn, Sweets.” He winked and shot off again, doing a series of twists and turns.

Your gaze followed his flying form, still not seeing the point of his spell. You tried looking at his skates to see if they’ve been modified at all but from what you could tell, nothing about them changed.

The ice then? No, it seemed as scraped up as the last time you looked down.

But now that you looked at it…was the ice…sparkling? Not like sun shining on it sparkling but…almost as if it was glowing???

“See it yet?” Cedric asked, making you jump slightly. He gave you a quick apology for spooking you before eagerly watching your face. You looked back at the ground “Is it…glowing?” Cedric practically beamed as he nodded “Yep!! Now watch this!!”

He took out his wand again and cast another spell, aiming it at the grooves his skates left.

The next thing that happened took your breath away.

A rainbow of colors burst from the ground, gorgeously blending into each other, swirling and glowing until they merged into the same color then split into a myriad of different colors. They matched each other, then became complementary, they danced across the ice and you hardly noticed when Cedric began leading you around the light show, watching as each trail had its own unique pattern.

“Like what you see?” Cedric whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist before resting his head on yours. “It’s gorgeous…” You breathed, completely enraptured by the light show.

Cedric lowered his head and whispered into your ear “Wanna see something cooler?” You turned to him and scoffed “How can this possibly get any cooler?!!” You shouted, gesturing emphatically at the lights. Your boyfriend simply chuckled and cast the spells again, this time aiming at the ground beneath your feet.

He quickly dispelled the lights and you were thoroughly disappointed until you were abruptly shoved forward. You flung your arms out, madly trying to keep your balance before turning back at Cedric who was giggling softly. “Ced!!” You pouted “Not funny!”

The Hufflepuff merely laughed and drew a heart in the air with his wand and stuck his face in the middle of it.

You stuck out your tongue in response before noticing Cedric was pointing at the ground behind you.

Curious, you looked down, only to see the brilliant colors that Cedric had made were now following you.

“Oh!!” You gasped and took a shocked step back, only for the trail of light to follow your skates. You gasp turned into a loud squeal as you looked up at Cedric. “It follows me!!” You pointed at the colors then yourself, all while squealing excitedly.

You gave an experimental push forward and were absolutely ecstatic to see the glowing lights were following you. Your face lit up as they did and you flew across the ice, doing turns, spins, and little jumps, all while laughing freely.

Seeing how much fun you were having, Cedric re-cast the spell on himself and he joined you as you spun your festive web across the ice without a care in the world.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Hours passed before your leg muscles decided to call it quits, forcing you both back onto the snowy shore. The lights you and Cedric created had been wiped, remade, wiped again, then remade again. He cast the final erasing spell to return the ice to it’s normal, not multicolored light show form. By the time you both conceded it was time to leave, the sun had gone down and it was time to head indoors.

Which was perfect for what you had in mind.

Cedric had opened his home for you for the night (though at this stage in your relationship, it was normal for you to apparate into each other’s living room for anything from a desire to cuddle or to tell each other your latest weird-3am-idea), and you had packed a few bags ahead of time.

You really only needed one bag for some clothes (half your closet was already in Cedric’s) but in order to show Cedric a few muggle traditions, you required a little to-go kit so to speak. One bag was filled with several products of food items, ranging from your personal favorites to Required Traditional Snacks. The other was filled with CDs of your favorite movies to watch during the winter holidays as well as a magical CD player that would allow you to play the films without any magic interference.

The two of you were in the kitchen chatting away while you rifled through your food bag for the appropriate items. “Sooooo I don’t suppose you muggles have any trick candies to use for the holidays?” Cedric asked as your hand became lost in the maze of food you packed. You chuckled at his question and shook your head “Not for this holiday. Although, if you really want me to, I can pick up some Bean Boozle packs for you next time I’m in the muggle part of town.”

Cedric chuckled and shook his head “Thanks, but I’m good.” He winked at you and grinned “Besides, you’re all the sweets that I need.” You blushed and turned on him with a playful glare, drawing in a big breath before quietly saying “No, you.”

Both of you burst into laughter, playfully shoving each other’s shoulders before you found the items you were looking for. “Aha!!” You cheered, pulling out a bag of hot chocolate making ingredients. “Here’s the main course, aaannnnd-” You shoved your hand back in the bag and pulled out a small box of cookies and donuts “Here’s the side dish to tide you over until I’m done.”

Cedric excitedly opened the box and dug into the sweets, melting at their taste. He set aside half of the treats for you (though he did steal an extra donut), and turned his attention to you. “So, what’s the big deal about hot coco?” He asked, half his mouth still full of pastry. “Will it make my tongue turn blue?”

You laughed and shook your head “Nope! I’ve simply perfected the art of hot coco making, that’s all.” You winked at him and turned back to the stove, putting together all the ingredients you need. “Wanna help me set up the CD player?” Cedric visibly perked up when you offered to let him help. “Absolutely!!”

He quickly cleaned himself of crumbs and rushed to the living room where the CD player was and brought it to the kitchen. “Got it!! Now what?” He held the contraption in his hands and looked at you with the biggest smile and you swore that if he were an Animagus, there would be a tail wagging.

“Well, first we turn it on.” You chuckled, pausing your hot coco cooking to show him the “On” button. “So what spell do I cast?” He asked, looking at the button while taking out his wand. “You don’t need a spell!” You laughed, gently setting his wand on the table before taking his hand in yours. “Just push down on the button till it clicks then release it.”

Cedric furrowed his brows and stared intensely at the button as you gently helped apply pressure. He visibly jumped when the button clicked down and he looked at you in shock, his brows shooting up on his forehead “What did I do? Was that good? Did I break it???”

You giggled and walked over to kiss his cheek “You did very well, Love. Look! You turned on the CD player all by yourself!” Cedric’s eyes watched as the black screen blinked from pitch black to a saturated blue bearing the logo of the CD player manufacturer’s company. “I did it!!” He repeated “I did a muggle thing!!”

He leaned in close to the screen and gently poked it “I wonder how this thing works…” He mused, softly poking the same spot several times before you swatted his hand away “No touching the screen!” You said sternly “It’ll take a little while to load so go ahead and pick a movie to watch first.”

You turned back to the stove while Cedric rushed off to the living room. As you were pouring the hot coco into two cups, Cedric came back and placed a movie down onto the counter with a small thwack!

“I couldn’t choose but I heard you finishing up so I panicked and chose this one.” He confessed, sending you a sheepish smile. You laughed and handed him his cup before kissing his cheek “Sounds perfect. Now, let’s take everything back to the living room!”

Cedric let out a heavy, dramatic sigh “I just put everything in the kitchen!!” He picked up the CD player and followed you into the living room and placed it on the coffee table. “Now what?” He asked, finishing his pretend complaints.

You set your mug on the table and gently pushed so that you and Cedric had plenty of space to settle in between the couch and table. “Now, you sit on the floor and look pretty while I get everything set up.” You winked at him while Cedric plopped onto the ground and delicately sipped his hot coco.

“Easiest job of my liiiii-oh my dear sweet Merlin, this is delicious!!!” He took another sip of his hot coco and tried to speak between the frantic sipping. “How. Have I. Never. Tasted this before???” His cheeks were slightly puffed from all the liquid he was holding in his mouth, trying to savor the flavor before swallowing it all.

You laughed and gently pushed his hands down to stop him before he literally inhaled the coco into his lungs. “Easy! I’m not even done with it!” You said, pulling a bottle of whip cream and sprinkles from your bag. “I don’t possibly see how this could be improved any further!” Cedric pouted, looking at the items in your hand suspiciously.

You grinned and gave Cedric a small mountain of whip cream and a light dusting of sprinkles before adding your preferred amount to your hot coco. “Go ahead and try it!” You said, gesturing to his drink “Lemme know what you think!”

Cedric cast one more suspicious look at the whip cream before swiping his finger through it, then brought it to his lips. His eyes seemed to bug out of his face as he looked back and forth between you and the whip cream. You giggled as he took another lick of the cream and pointed at the can “Okay, I know I do literal magic for work but…” He pointed emphatically at the whip cream bottle “That thing is literal magic in a can!! Hand it over, I’ll eat the whole thing in one sitting.”

You laughed and snatched the bottle away from him and protectively clutched it to your chest “Noooo!” You grinned “Mine! I got it first!” You stuck out your tongue and placed it at the far end of the table, out of Cedric’s reach. “I can still Accio it from here, you know.” He pouted, taking another sip of his drink.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes before taking a blanket from the couch and draped it over the both of you. “I know, Sweets. Now cuddle me and watch the movie.” You quickly popped in the CD and the screen lit up with the movie’s opening scene.

You shifted the blanket so it was covering your lap and left you free to cradle the cup of hot coco. You snuggled into Cedric’s side and he put one arm around your shoulders and rested his head on yours, only breaking away to take a quick sip from his drink.

The two of you stayed like that, binging movie after movie, stopping only to get refills on snacks and drinks, or to explain some of the muggle concepts to Cedric. The night wore on and Cedric light a fire in the fireplace, gently twirled his fingers on the tips of your hair, and held you close.

“This was a fun day,” He sighed happily, as the credits rolled on the latest movie. “Absolutely,” You replied with the same dreamy tone. “It’s a shame we didn’t get to do as much as we liked though.”Cedric chuckled and kissed your temple “I guess this means we have to do this next year, then.”

“Such a shame.”

“Honestly, can you believe? Us hanging out and sharing traditions?”

“Seriously, who’s wacky idea was this anyway?” You chuckled, angling your head to gently kiss his lips. “You know, you never gave me that kiss from earlier.” You mentioned, repositioning yourself slightly to face him.

Cedric cocked his head “What do you mean?” You sighed dramatically “When we were on the ice and you were being an unfair tease!” You swooned in his arms and pressed the back of your hand to your forehead “You leaned in to give me a kiss but then bailed on me!”

You pouted and glared at your boyfriend who dramatically gasped “I would never do that to you, Sweets!!” He gently cupped your face in both hands and booped your nose with his before leaning his forehead on yours. “I love you too much to ever leave you hanging like that!”

Your eyes squinted and you crossed your arms for full effect “Oh yeah? But you did leave me hanging so what exactly are you going to-”

Your words were silenced when Cedric crashed his lips against yours. He gently tilted your face to deepen the kiss and let one hand slip down to your waist to pull you flush against him. You let your arms curl around him, letting yourself relax in his arms. You could feel him smiling with each slow kiss he gave you and you found yourself mirroring that smile.

Cedric’s chest rumbled in a soft moan as he pulled away from you, letting his hand gently brush against your flushed cheeks. You mirrored his actions and were proud to find a bright red blush on his own handsome features.

“How was that?” He asked, removing his hand from your face to cup the one on his. He grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm before nuzzling his face into it “Does that make up for the kiss I didn’t give you earlier?”

You giggled and gave him another kiss before settling yourself into his arms. “I’d say it does, but just to be sure, why don’t you cuddle me for a bit.” Cedric chuckled and nuzzled his face into your hair and gently rocked you in his arms.

His hand slowly rubbed up and down your spine, turning you into putty as your eyelids became heavier. You snuggled into his embrace and from the slow movement of his chest, it seemed Cedric was also close to drifting off to sleep. With one last kiss to his cheek, you tucked your head under his chin and let yourself drift away.

“Love you, Cedric.”

“Love you too, Sweets.”

#so sorry this took so long!#I hope you enjoyed this!#cedric diggory #harry potter #hufflepuff bean #cedric diggory x reader

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