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jaxteller87 · 6 months

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thankful part 1

Jax’s POV

“You know Halloween’s come and gone, right?” I said with a grin as I flopped onto the sofa next to Amber. We were both on Thanksgiving break, enjoying some well-deserved downtime.

Amber giggled, her eyes sparkling, “Yes, I do. It was the end of Casper.”

I leaned in closer, planting a playful kiss on her hand. “Well then, Amber, ask your silly question.”

With a twinkle in her eye, she asked, “Can I keep you?”

I burst into laughter, unable to contain myself, “Of course you can, as long as I can keep you too.” I smirked down at her and planted a sweet kiss on her forehead.

Amber shifted a bit, snuggling closer to me. “Deal.”

“So, I swung by to invite you and your parents to Thanksgiving dinner at the clubhouse. Gemma told me I should invite the whole family, which I was going to do, but you know me—always waitin’ til the last minute for things.”

A warm smile spread across her face. “I’ll definitely do that,” she replied, resting her head on my lap as we watched the end of the movie.

She couldn’t resist teasing, “So, I’ve got to ask, do the boys think I’ve stolen you away this week?”

I chuckled, gently running my finger over her cheek. “No, they haven’t.” One thing I loved about Amber was her understanding that I had a life outside of our relationship. She wasn’t the type to be possessive or jealous, and I admired that.

Amber’s POV

It was finally turkey day, and Gemma had prepared a feast with all the fixins’. It didn’t take long for everyone to be seated around the huge table. There was Bobby, Tig, Piney, and Opie. Opie mentioned that Donna would be joining us later since her family was in town.

“Alright, here’s the lowdown, folks. We’ve got turkey, the star of the show, cooked to perfection by Gemma. Then, there’s creamy mashed potatoes, stuffing that’s to die for, a medley of roasted veggies, and don’t forget the cranberry sauce –“

“Mm. Cranberry sauce,” Tig drolled a little, “ I like it cuz’ it’s sweet and tangy, like us.”

“And to top it off, we’ve got pies, pumpkin, and pecan because why settle for one when you can have both?” I added.

“I 100 percent agree with that logic, son,” Piney joked. I could see the reflection of the pie in his eyes.

“Alright, gang, dig in, and let’s celebrate this day the only way we know how – with good food and great company.”

“Is there anything I can help you with, Mrs. Teller?” my mom asked, wearing a warm smile.

Gemma laughed, “Please, call me Gemma. And no, sweetie, you just sit back and enjoy the food.”

Piney raised his glass in a toast, his gruff voice cutting through the chatter.

“To family, friends, a damn fine turkey, and both kinds of pie,” he declared, and everyone clinked their glasses.

Laughter filled the room again as they dug into their Thanksgiving feast and in the midst of their brotherly banter,

I couldn’t help but smile as Jax grabbed my hand under the table.

“This food is wonderful, Gemma; thank you,” my parents said, smiling.

“Yeah, Mom, you did good with the turkey,” Jax chimed in, his mouth full.

“I know, but thank you, baby,” she replied with a snarky grin.

Many years later

I couldn’t help but giggle as I watched Thomas, our little troublemaker, attempt to steal some turkey off Jax’s plate. Despite Jax not being part of the club anymore, we still came together for Thanksgiving.

“Tell Daddy, say ‘turkey,’” I coaxed, a mischievous smile on my face.

“Key,” he beamed at his daddy.

“Turkey,” Jax smiled, slowly repeating it back to him and piling more meat onto our son’s plate.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, buddy,” Jax smiled, leaning in to kiss our son’s head.

I turned my attention to Mary, our sweet girl, and asked, “How are you doing lovebug? Need anything?” I leaned over the table to see her.

“I’m good, Mama,” she replied, grinning through a mouthful of food.

Nero and Clay were sitting at the same table, something I never thought I’d see.

“Here’s to family,” Nero announced, holding his glass above his head.

“A dysfunctional family,” Clay added.

“Hey, a dysfunctional family is still a family,” Jax quipped.

Clay nodded and smirked, “This is true.”

“Daddy, what does ‘dysfunctional’ mean?” Mary asked, her curious blue eyes looking up at him.

“Yeah, Daddy, what does ‘dysfunctional’ mean?” Tig chimed in with a chuckle.

Jax paused and flashed a nervous glance around the room, but all eyes were on him. “Well, um—kiddo, a dysfunctional family is like a bag of mixed nuts. Some of them are a little nutty, some are a bit cracked, and a few are just plain nuts, but when you put ’em all together, you get one crazy, unforgettable bunch of nuts that love each other no matter what.”

“Oh,” Mary thought for a moment, “So, Uncle Tiggy is one of the nutty ones?”

Everyone laughed, even Tig. “Yeah, that’s a fair assumption,” he added.

Later that night, we all snuggled up in bed after a little smoke and sandwich. Jax turned to me, holding me close, and asked, “Humor me.”

I nodded, looking up at him.

“I know your birthday is still a few months away, but it’s your 40th...”

I smiled and kissed the tip of his nose, “As of right now, I’m okay, Jax. I’m not upset, and I promise if I am, I’ll tell you.”

“You better,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “And the other reason I’m asking is Donna and Ma are already asking what you might want. I told them something small, no need for some big production.”

“Yeah, I—” I paused.

“What is it, babe?” Jax asked.

“What’s bugging me already is my parents being gone. How in the world has it been ten years already?” I sighed.

“I think that’s what made it so bad. I turned 30, still trying to wrap my head around it, and then, bam, I lost not one but both my parents, not even a month later. And you were right there,” I chuckled, “I wasn’t alone. I had you and Gem, but I felt like I was. I had no family all of a sudden, and it was like, ‘How in the hell am I going to take care of myself?’ So I did what I do best, buried it in my gut, and didn’t deal with it until it all caught up with me.”

Jax interjected, “And watching you go through that wasn’t easy either. I felt helpless.”

“This time, it’s different. I know I’m not alone. I have a family, two little ones running around, and I have a job. So turning 40 isn’t going to be as bad as 30 was, I promise,” I reassured him, looking up at my husband.

“Babe, I promise that the minute I feel my depression start to creep up on me, you’ll be the first to know.”

Jax nodded, “We’ve got this, babe. We’re in this together, no matter what.”

I smiled, feeling a weight lifted from my shoulders. “And if all else fails, I’ll just start a biker club of retirees and call ourselves ‘The Sons of Arthritis.’ You can be my Vice President.”

Jax burst into laughter, “Sons of Arthritis? You might be onto something there. But only if we get matching golden leather jackets.”

“I was thinking pink with glitter,” I peered from the corner of my eye, trying to gauge his reaction as if I were legitimately pitching the idea.

“Pink glitter, huh?” He chirped, “As VP, I’m going to have to call that to a vote at the next meeting.”

“Oh, is that so?” I laughed.

“Yeah,” he gave me a humorous stare, “Because if I’m going to have a pink glitter bike, I definitely don’t want my cut clashing with my ride.”

We both laughed, imagining a future where we were still rebels at heart, even in our golden years. No matter what lay ahead, our unbreakable bond would surely guide us through.

#jax teller imagine #jax teller x disabled reader #jax x oc

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ilovepadme · 2 years

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STAR WARS PREFERENCES/HEADCANONS SORRY NOT SORRY

Feel free to request any character/characters! I’m just having fun here lol.

How they would behave at the annual Thanksgiving:

Clone wars edition:

Obi Wan:

-plans the entire thing (with Padme) and stresses over it for like 2 weeks.

-INSISTS on having green bean casserole.

-Stops Anakin and Ahsoka from fighting over the drumsticks.

- “Hits” on Satine the whole time (actually just recites quotes from his favorite books that he thinks she would like)

Anakin:

- Obi Wan seriously regrets inviting this fucker

- Brings two giant watermelons for some reason which he proceeds to sadly eat in the corner when Dooku says he needs to wash his hair.

- Drunk on spiked egg nog, he announces to everyone that he has a crush on Padme and is not sure if she likes him back.

- Tries to be helpful in the kitchen but ultimately gets kicked out.

Rex:

- Brings Diet Coke.

- forces as many people as possible to watch the bachelor with him after dinner.

- offered to help cook but ended up trying to make mash potatoes in the microwave (and burning them).

- wears camo crocks to the function

Ahsoka:

- starts SO many arguments

- “ no,no,no- HEY! YOU WANNA FIGHT? LETS FUCKING FIGHT!”

- OBSESSED with pumpkin pie.

- Probably starts a fight about it with Anakin who is literally a seagull eating everyone’s food.

- Totally down to watch the bachelor with Rex

Padme:

- Padme is hosting of course 💅

- Istg this bitch puts coke in her food- it is insanely delicious

- makes everyone take their shoes off at the door #clean house qween

- makes Anakin his own little chicken so that he doesn’t cry about not getting the piece he wants.

- Makes lots of toasts 🥂

- I feel like she's really into cranberry sauce

Maul:

- Only came for the food

- Flirts with Padme to get on Anikan’s nerves

- LOVES sparkling apple cider

- Does tik tok dances in the drive way while everyone eats in hopes that 1. Somone will notice he’s missing 2. Someone will be “flabbergasted” at his fabulous dance skills

Qui Gon:

- He’s just chilling and playing cards with Yoda.

- Brings pecan pie and homemade granola bars

- He spends a good chunk of time discussing hair routines with Padme

- disapproves of all technology so he politely declines Rex’s offer

Yoda:

- as I mentioned, he's playing cards

- roasts Dooku

- dude brought creamed spinach

- literally does not give af

- to Rex: “ Like your Crocks I do. Yes hrmm”

Windu:

- Brings a book of crosswords so that he doesn't have to engage with the others

- down for the candied yams though

- giving Anikan the dirtiest looks all evening

- brings brussel sprouts which Qui Gon is all over

- leaves early because he has very low bs tolerance

Dooku:

- Would rather be at home watching reruns of friends because he's a literal psychopath

- Sneakily watching the Bachelor but he’s making it so obvious

- probably joins Maul to do tik tok dances in the driveway #L

- Eats mashed potatoes exclusively

Ventress:

- Was invited but did not come bc she's way too cool for that shit

- Drives by the next day to drop of some pomegranates for Padme ( who she has a secret soft spot for) without a note. Padme knows who sent them ;)

Hope you guys enjoyed :) I love doing these so feel free to drop requests in my dms!

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hauntingthechateau · 6 months

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Friday November 3rd

High of 15, a steady 7 overnight low. Overcast and broody looking.

Terrible sleep last night. Between noise and anxiety I just couldn’t fall asleep. Tried to let myself sleep in, but just ended up waking up at regular time anyway. The consensus with the trains was that a late train was still running and would get us here by 7ish if we caught it for 4:45. I bought those tickets. Took the time to repack all my bags. Checked out of the hotel but left my bags with them and went out to breakfast. Breakfast place (Au Pavilion) was touristy and empty, and yet exactly what I wanted. €12 bought me fresh pressed orange juice, tea, a GIANT omelette (3 eggs?) with a whole massive chunk of smoked salmon on it, a big potato roastie chocked full of garlic a salad and some bread.

From there I decided to do a little walk to all the really old medieval houses still standing in Paris on Rue des Barres and Rue François Miron, stopped in at the Church St Gervais and had a peek around and then went to see the Hotel de Seas (another medieval building with a public garden). It was a lovely walk through lots of different Paris neighbourhoods and just a really nice time.

While resting my feet in the garden, the text came through that our earlier train was uncanceled and we were all to take that train. I sat and read in the garden for 20 minutes before starting the trek back to the hotel and then made my way to the station. I was able to meet up with an ever growing group of artists in the station an start to get to know people.

We got on the train and a bunch of us sat together. We made it about an hour out of Paris when the train stopped and we started getting a bunch of announcements in French but we were pretty surety train was heading back to Paris. Eventually we cobbled together that the train was turning back and taking a different route because the rails were blocked by falling trees from a passing storm, some 300-1200 trees down on the line, hence the cancelations. We sat at a station in Longueville or something like that for half an hour and then finally headed all the way back to Paris before starting off north eat towards Chalons en champagne where we turned south to Chaumont. The 2 hour journey to Chaumont took us nearly 6 hours and we were all stressed and tired and dehydrated and hungry. I got motion sickness from going backwards for part of the time, but took gravel and Imogen switched spots with me so I could face forward.

We were picked up by Chateau staff at the station in two passenger vans with a trailer behind for our luggage and then we were off! I missed a beautiful countryside views (both on the train and in the van) since at this point we were coming in well after dark in a pitch black cloudy night and could see nothing. Ziggy drove me and some of the others staying in the village to our houses to drop our luggage and show us our rooms and then it was back to the Chateau to eat dinner!

No big champagne social/welcome party tonight since we got in so late (8 instead of 5). But the food was delicious and the wine was plentiful. There was red, white, rose and champagne on each table and I availed myself of the champagne and the red which was a Grenache merlot and was quite nice! Dinner was a whole big thing but the beef bourgeon and the pork pie were absolutely stunning. Served along side were a couple salads, pumpkin soup, baguette, mash potatoes carrots as well as dessert (which I never actually made my way to, but the pies looked fantastic! Three different kinds!

Missing from dinner was my roommate Lauren, who it turned out had taken the later train and then got stranded at the train station without data. She arrived shortly after I walked home from the Chateau and I helped her settled in. One of the kitchen staff delivered her food and I sat and chatted with her while she ate, what a stressful time for her!!!

Finally, I unpacked and got ready for bed and man oh man and I looking forward to sleeping.

#travel #artists residency #chateau #france #chateau d'orquevaux

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chronically-fangirls · 3 years

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I’m having mashed potatoes, thus having a great time

#shitpost #idk im also gonna be late for chemistry lecture bc im too fkn busy shitposting on tumblr #but i came here to announce i love mashed potatoes #if i had to choose one thing to eat for the rest of my life thatd probably be it #or lays' chips #it would be potato related for sure #ill go fuck myself now

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years

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Day 113: Cooking

"Uncle Harry!" Teddy shouted as he came spilling through the floo. "Uncle Harry!"

Draco looked up from the book he was reading with an amused grin at his nephew, it seemed like only yesterday that Teddy had come flying through the floo for the very first time, laughing like he'd been told a wonderful joke. It was more than a decade ago now, though; it was hard to believe that the little boy whom he'd loved since a few months after his birth was almost 21 now.

"Uncle Har-" he started again before Draco interrupted.

"He's not here, bean," he said. "He's at a meeting with the Minister."

Teddy visibly deflated, "Do you think I could interrupt him? It's an emergency."

"What kind of emergency?" he asked as he closed his book. Knowing Teddy, it could be anything from having a finger very nearly severed to needing help picking out an outfit for school.

He groaned and made his way over to Draco, dragging his feet across the floor and plopping down beside him, "I need help learning how to make something for dinner for a date."

"I can help with that."

Teddy leveled him with an unimpressed, disbelieving look. It was so very much like Harry it was a wonder that he hadn't had to use his metamorphmagus powers at all.

"I can!" he protested.

"You can't cook," he replied.

Draco smirked at him, "Well I know that and you know that, but you know who didn't know that for the first eight months of dating me?"

(Read more below the cut)

"No way," he said, shaking his head as he laughed. "Uncle Harry can be oblivious but never about you."

He chuckled, "It's easy to make it seem like you cooked a meal if you just order things that seem like the could have been something you made."

"But wasn't he mad that you lied?"

"Honestly?" he asked, "He thought it was hilarious."

"But why did you lie?"

He shrugged, "Uncle Harry cooked so well and I didn't want to be a disappointment." He swallowed, "I didn't really feel worthy of his love in the beginning and not being able to cook felt like it was just one more thing that I couldn't do for him."

Teddy picked at his cuticle for a minute before he asked, "Did you regret lying?"

"I felt really embarrassed," he replied before deciding that he should just tell the story. "One morning, after Uncle Harry stayed over at my flat for the first time, he wanted to make breakfast together."

"Uh oh," Teddy said, obviously sensing where this was heading.

"Uh oh is right," he laughed. "I told him I didn't have anything in, which was true since I never cooked for myself, and I tried to convince him to go out for breakfast with me but," he shrugged, "You know how he is when he gets an idea in his head. He thought it would be romantic," he added with another chuckle.

"So what happened?"

He scratched the back of his neck, the embarrassment he'd felt all of those years ago rising up once more. "He apparated us back to his flat and into the kitchen. Then he asked me to crack the eggs while he got out other ingredients for omelets, he even handed me a bowl."

"And?"

"And I cracked the eggs on the counter and set the entire thing, shell and all, into the bowl."

Teddy burst out laughing, "You didn't."

"Oh, I did," he replied. "He turned around and I will never forget the look on his face as he stared at the bowl. The confusion warring with amusement like he wasn't quite sure if I was making a joke," he shook his head. "He didn't even get any words out to ask because I just burst into tears."

Frowning, Teddy asked, "But why?"

He sighed, "I know it's hard for you to imagine because Uncle Harry and I have been in love and in a happy relationship for almost your entire life, but in the beginning things were difficult. We were both trying to find our way, both trying not to fail the other, and it felt like I'd failed."

"But you didn't, though. Right?"

With a little smile, he nodded, "Right. I confessed that I'd been buying us meals and passing them off as homemade because I didn't want him to think I was useless."

"What did he say?"

"That I was many, many things but useless wasn't one of them," he replied, remembering the way Harry had cupped his face in his hands and stroked his thumbs tenderly over Draco's cheeks. "He taught me how to make omelets that morning. And we actually ended up cooking together a lot," he added. "We have a lot of fun in the kitchen."

"So, you could actually teach me how to make dinner?" he asked hopefully.

He inclined his head, "I could. And I will if you want me to, or..."

"Or?" Teddy asked.

"Or you could learn from my mistakes, tell her the truth, and ask her to teach you how to make dinner."

He stared down at his hands thoughtfully before saying, "Do you think that would work?"

"It worked for me," he said, "And it's certainly better than starting off a relationship with lies. If it's important for her that you know how to cook, you could always take a cooking class in the future."

After a long moment, Teddy nodded, "You're right. Thanks, Uncle Draco," he added, hugging him tightly for a moment before saying, "I've got to go," and jumping up. "See you later!"

"Love you," Draco called as Teddy dashed back to the fire place.

"Love you, too!' he called as he disappeared.

Shaking his head, Draco stood up and made his way to the kitchen to take out the steaks he'd started marinating earlier, and set about making dinner.

Harry arrived just as he was taking the steaks off of the grill top, "Hey, you," he said, kissing Draco's cheek.

"Hi," he replied, leaning in to steal a kiss. "I saw your nephew today," he said as Harry pulled a couple of wine glasses down.

"Oh?" he asked, "I'm sorry I missed him."

Draco plated their steaks, mashed potatoes, and green beans, passing one plate across the island to Harry, "You'll never guess what he wanted."

"You'd better just tell me then," he said as he hand Draco a glass of the Cabernet he'd just opened.

He grinned, "He wanted you to teach him how to cook dinner to impress a girl."

"Ah, well, that makes him your nephew then, doesn't it?"

Draco laughed, "I told him that. Told him the whole story, in fact."

"Oh? What did he decide on then?"

He reached across the island to take Harry's hand in his, "He's going to ask her to teach him to cook."

"Well, we can expect a happy announcement any time, then," he said with a smile. "I was in love with you well before we started cooking together but after that," he shook his head, "I was completely gone on you."

"Me too," he said softly.

"And I have been ever since." He brought Draco's knuckles to his lips, "And I'm sure I always will be."

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Day 112: Intimacy | Day 114: Shine

#100 drarry drabbles in 100 days #drarry #drarry ficlet #drarry drabbles #established relationship #teddy lupin #Draco's a good uncle #love #cooking #fluff

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lonelyyinchicago · 2 years

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dinner at uncle moony’s

lily had raised her eyebrows when james and sirius had tried to convince her that harry didn’t need to attend a primary school as they’d turned out fine without one, but after endless discussions, james agreed to enrol harry in the local school. when harry came back home day after day clutching virtually identical brown blobs of drawings it was james’ turn to raise his eyebrows as lily would diligently stick them to the fridge.

“it’s you, daddy” harry would patiently explain. “and this one” harry pointed to a smaller, lighter brown blob. “is me!”

once he had an explanation, james potter almost cried and would be just excited to pin up the drawings whenever harry got back home.

it was a grey november afternoon the first time james wasn’t already waiting at home for the latest artwork. harry ran through the house, clutching his precious painting. the front door opened and harry sprinted down the stairs, tripping on the last one.

“woah, steady okay?” james told him as his son hugged his knees. lily rolled her eyes affectionately when she noticed the package that james was holding.

“you ready for a surprise?” james asked, a slight glint in his eyes.

harry nodded enthusiastically.

“it’s me!” sirius announced, bursting through the front door.

“you’re always here, pads” harry said. “it’s not a surprise anymore.”

“alright then” sirius huffed.

harry turned back to his dad.

“so?”

james silently held out the paint set. a smile spread uncontrollably across his face as harry’s eyes widened.

“can we do it now?”

“maybe tomorrow, yeah? we’re going to dinner at uncle moony’s this evening.”

harry grumbled as he made his way into the kitchen where sirius was rummaging in the fridge. harry knocked against his godfather’s hip.

“excuse me - you’re in the way.”

sirius looked down at him with a smirk.

“and what are you going to do about it?” sirius challenged.

harry opened his mouth and then closed it as he thought deeply. he backed away from sirius before charging from the other side of the room at sirius’ legs. sirius was forced to take a step back as harry’s full body weight hit him.

“fair enough - i guess it did work.”

harry looked up smugly but quickly diverted his attention back to the fridge. he carefully slid a magnet over one corner of the piece of paper, making sure not to cover any of the pieces already there.

“you ready to go see uncle moony?” james asked from the doorway.

harry nodded but as he was about to pass his dad felt james’ hand on his shoulder.

“let’s leave the paint here.”

“but moon-”

“i’ll do it with you tomorrow - i promise.”

“fine” harry conceded, after squinting suspiciously at his dad for a few minutes.

plates of sausage and mash had already been laid out on the table when the potters and sirius arrived.

“moony!”

harry squeezed through his parents’ legs to jump up at the werewolf.

“you alright, love?” remus asked, kneeling down to push harry’s glasses back up his nose. “how was your day?”

“i did some finger painting” harry said as he clambered onto one of the chairs. “and we did some numbers-” harry interrupted himself to think. “i don’t really understand but i know all of them!”

remus sat down next to harry and rested his head in his hand, fully invested in the story. he held up his hand as sirius attempted to ask him what colour wine he’d like. sirius rolled his eyes but moved to sit next to his husband.

“you know all the numbers?” remus asked.

“mhmm” harry said, prodding the mound of mashed potato on his plate with his finger. he licked it off quickly before continuing. “one two three four five six seven eight nine ten!”

harry proudly held up his two hands as remus applauded. he nudged sirius who was sat next to with a frown on his face. sirius looked down at his godson and smiled as harry waved his ten fingers at him.

“harry?” harry stopped his fifth repetition of counting to ten to listen to his mum. “do you want a hand cutting up the sausage?”

harry shook his head: “uncle moony can help me.” harry looked up at remus with wide eyes. “right?”

remus picked up the cutlery on either side of harry’s plate and carefully sliced the two sausages into equally sized pieces. he ruffled harry’s hair as the scarred face grinned up at him.

“it’s very yummy moony” harry told him.

“while i appreciate your compliments, let’s remember not to talk with food in our mouths, yeah?”

harry slapped a hand over his mouth.

“sorry. also i’m finished!”

“harry potter, i can see peas still on your plate.” remus said.

harry frowned up at him and remus merely raised an eyebrow.

“okay fine” harry huffed. “it’s so hard to eat peas with a fork - they keep running away.”

“is that so?” remus asked with a smile.

harry nodded fervently, chasing a single pea around his plate with an expression of utmost concentration.

sirius’ head fell onto remus’ shoulder as he continued talking to lily. remus planted a small kiss on his forehead before standing up.

“does anybody want any pudding?”

“me!” harry stood up on his chair, waving excitedly at remus. “please.”

“sit down, harry” james said from the other end of the table.

“he’s alright” sirius said. “aren’t you little man?” sirius paused, a grin slowly spreading across his face before he also stood up on his chair, “i would like pudding too.”

remus pursed his lips at his husband who only smirked as harry cackled with laughter. lily buried her head in her hands and mouthed an apology at remus as she watched her husband also stand up on his chair to demand dessert.

remus shook his head and returned carrying five bowls and a tub of neapolitan ice cream. he disappeared into the kitchen once more before placing down a bottle of chocolate sauce and a shaker of sprinkles.

“dessert is here, you can all sit down now” remus said with a roll of his eyes.

harry sat down still giggling.

“now which flavours would you like?”

“chocolate” sirius said immediately.

“i’m not talking to you” remus said, turning back to face harry.

“excuse you.”

remus ignored him and hovered the ice cream scoop above the tub.

“all of them!” harry said, excitedly banging his spoon on the table.

remus pushed the bowl along the table and the bottle of sauce quickly followed.

“you going to save any for us?” james asked as the amount of sauce in the bowl became almost equal to the amount of ice cream.

harry nodded, reluctantly putting the lid back on the bottle. he yanked the lid off the container of sprinkles, decorating the table with brightly coloured strands of sugar.

he quickly scooped them up and added them to the collection in his bowl.

“strawberry, i assume lily?” remus asked, cleaning the scoop after finally serving a nagging sirius some chocolate ice cream.

“please.”

“here.”

“so how’s hogwarts?” sirius asked her through a mouthful.

“good - i’ve got this amazing sixth year class of only seven students which means we get so much more time do have proper discussions - it’s great, yeah.”

“i think it’s weird that mummy goes to school like me” harry piped up.

“do you, sweetie?”

“mhmm” harry replied nonchalantly, refocusing on his ice cream.

“good to know” lily nodded, looking across the table at james, who was watching harry with a soft expression.

“pads, please can i have some more?”

“hey!” remus said, intervening in the conversation. “why didn’t you just ask me?”

harry blushed and mumbled something incoherent.

“hey come on - you can say what you want.”

“pads is more likely to say yes” harry repeated slightly more audibly.

sirius burst out laughing and immediately refilled his godson’s bowl.

“alright enough” lily said eventually.

sirius looked at her and without breaking eye contact, put a final squirt of chocolate sauce in harry’s bowl.

#harry potter #james potter #lily potter #lily evans #sirius black #remus lupin #jily #wolfstar

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snelbz · 3 years

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Tempting the Fates {Chapter 8}

Summary: It’s the final semester of Aelin Galathynius’ collegiate career and she is so beyond ready to be done. Her schedule is packed full of nursing classes and labs designed to test her knowledge and hone her skills for the real world and her “big girl” job. However, she needs one last elective to graduate, so she decides to study a subject she’s always been fascinated by: Mythology. Who would have thought that a class about gods and goddesses living complicated lives would end up complicating her own in such an unexpected way?

A @snelbz X @theladyofdeath collaboration.

Word Count: 2752

Chapters will be posted every Wednesday.

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***Announcement! *** After the completion of I’ll be Seeing You and Tempting the Fates, all of Tara and I’s joint fanfiction will be posted on a separate blog that we run together > @snacmc. Be sure to follow the new blog as we will start posting on there soon!

Athena

– Goddess of wisdom, reason, intelligent activity, literature, handicrafts and science, defense and strategic warfare

Rowan felt ridiculous.

He had spent the last hour cleaning his apartment and was currently pulling all of the food out that was meant to be prepared for dinner.

Steak, carrots, green beans, potatoes, a wide range of spices.

Thanks to the internet, Rowan knew what to do with them all.

It’s not like it was that big of a deal - Lorcan and Elide were joining him and Aelin for dinner.

And although he had hosted Lorcan and Elide a million times for dinner, Rowan had never cooked, nor had he introduced them to someone he was crazy about.

And he was crazy about Aelin.

She didn’t have classes on Fridays, something he wished he had been smart enough to plan when he was in college, so she’d done his grocery shopping while he was teaching all day. When he got home, he was expecting her to still be there. But his apartment was empty.

I have to get ready, she’d explained when he called her. I wasn’t expecting Lorcan the other night, but I have to impress Elide.

“You could have gotten ready here. You shower here all the time.”

We have sex in the shower, I don’t use it for functional purposes. Not yet anyway.

So here he was, laptop open to a recipe for pan-seared steak, making sure he had everything he needed.

Aelin had promised she’d be here before Lorcan and Elide, and he had been hoping to impress her with his skills in the kitchen, too, even if they were rough.

Now he was hoping not to set the smoke alarms off as he turned the stove on and put way more butter than he was used to using in the cast iron pan.

As it began to melt, he was already considering his meal a success.

Just as he was dropping the steaks into the pan, the front door opened and Aelin was letting herself in.

“Follow the sound of the sizzling,” he called, and Aelin came into view a second later.

She whistled, brows raised. “I like a man in the kitchen.”

Rowan laughed as he met her halfway, giving her a kiss. “Hopefully you still like it after you eat what I make.” Another kiss. “You look beautiful.”

She scoffed. “I’m wearing leggings and a top.”

“And you look beautiful in them,” he replied, turning back to the stove. “Just like you do in everything.”

“You’re a shameless flirt,” she said, beginning to chop the vegetables. But he saw the blush creep across her cheeks and ears.

Although they were cooking a homemade meal, he’d made sure she knew this wasn’t going to be anything fancy.

Elide would never let me live it down.

Rowan had always got along well with Elide, although he had absolutely no idea how she ended up with Lorcan. Rowan loved his oldest and closest friend, but he was a natural asshole.

Elide was the opposite.

“I have to confess,” Aelin began, nibbling on her bottom lip. “I’m a little nervous.”

Rowan’s brows rose. “Why?”

“Well, these are the people we’re going to be spending a lot of time with, I assume, since they’re two out of four people that know about us.” She gestures between the two of them. Their unorthodox relationship. “If she’s as sweet as you say she is, I’m worried my sarcastic ass will offend the woman.”

Rowan couldn’t help the laughter that shook his body. “Do I need to remind you that she’s been with Lorcan for the last five years?”

Aelin whistled. “Five years and still no ring? That gives me good material to ruffle Lorcan with.”

He froze and glanced over a shoulder at her. “Maybe don’t bring that up.”

Aelin was instantly grateful she had mentioned it now, and not in front of Lorcan directly. “Why?”

“Lorcan is…” Rowan trailed off as he flipped one of the steaks over. “He’s complicated. He’s not great with commitment. Elide is the only girl he’s been in a real relationship with as long as I’ve known him.”

“And how long is that?” Aelin asked, transferring the chopped veggies into a baking dish.

“We’ve been best friends since elementary school.”

Aelin’s eyes widened. “Oh. Wow. Okay, I won’t bring up anything to do with weddings or babies or any other lifelong commitments.”

“Good idea,” Rowan chuckled. “It may not seem like it, but as of now, Lorcan likes you. Imagine how cranky of an ass he would be if you got on his bad side.”

“Almost as bad as it is for someone who gets on mine,” Aelin grinned, and that mischief sent a thrilling chill down Rowan’s spine.

He opened his mouth to respond, to say something along the lines of lets do it right here, right now, before they get here, but a single knock sounded on the door.

Aelin whistled. “Even Lorcan’s knock is grumpy.”

“It’s also early,” Rowan mumbled, setting the tongs he’d been using down beside the stove and heading for the door. On any other occasion, Lorcan would have let himself in, like usual, but he knew how important this night was. Or at least was to Rowan.

He opened the door and found Lorcan grimacing, while the petite girl with dark hair was bouncing from foot to foot.

“Is she here?” Elide asked, grin growing. “Or do I have time to grill you about this alone before she shows up?”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to grill us both,” Aelin said, appearing from the kitchen, a smile on her face.

As Rowan shut the door behind them, Elide’s mouth popped open into a little O and her eyes narrowed.

Aelin’s grin grew. “Hello, Elide.”

“Aelin,” she breathed. “Aelin Aelin? As in…Aelin?”

“I’m guessing it was the same Elide,” Lorcan mumbled, carrying a covered dish into the apartment. “Elide made dessert.”

With that, he was going into the kitchen to place it on the table.

The two women ran towards each other and embraced. Rowan kept his mouth shut as he watched the scene unfold.

Elide stepped back. “You don’t seem as surprised as me. Why don’t you seem as surprised as me?”

“Lorcan told me where you were from and how you moved around last time I was graced with his presence.” Aelin shrugged, that grin remaining. “I had a hunch, but wasn’t sure. Besides, if it did end up being you, I wasn’t sure you’d remember me.”

Elide turned and glared at her boyfriend. “A little heads up would have been appreciated.”

He was already halfway to the fridge, heading for a beer he knew Rowan would have restocked for them. “What she said. I didn’t want to get the story wrong or your hopes up.”

Rolling her eyes, Elide looked back to Aelin. “Men.”

Ending up back in the kitchen, Aelin finished up the veggies and was putting them in the oven when Elide asked, “So Aelin, how exactly did you two meet?”

Aelin glanced at Rowan and then back towards Elide. She was sipping her wine as she leaned against the counter, looking like the picture of innocence. Lorcan was shaking his head where he stood next to her.

Clearing her throat softly, she took the safe route. “In class.”

Elide’s eyes lit up. “So he really is your professor.”

“I thought that had been established,” Rowan mumbled, covering the steaks with foil to rest before they ate.

“I wasn’t sure if you two were just trying to mess with me again,” she said, eyeing Lorcan and Rowan. Turning to Aelin, she said, “I’m so glad I won’t be the only girl anymore. You have no idea how awful it is being the third wheel with these two.”

“You’re the third wheel with these two?” Aelin asked, brow raised.

Elide barked a laugh. “Absolutely. The more time you spend around these lovebirds, you’ll see what I’m talking about. Their bromance is out of control.”

“Bromance, huh?” Aelin grinned as Rowan rolled his eyes.

“It’s cute, really,” Elide said, then slowly shook her head as she met Aelin’s eyes. “Wow. I just can’t believe it’s you. It’s good to see you.”

“You too,” Aelin said, and Lorcan cleared his throat from where he stood on the other side of the room.

“Are we done with sappy pleasantries?” He asked. “I came to eat.”

Elide pointed to the oven, where the vegetables were still roasting. “Five more minutes in the oven, but you and Rowan can set the table if you don’t feel like hearing us talk.”

She gave him a brilliant smile, which he scowled at, but Rowan indeed clapped a hand on his friend’s shoulder and led him from the room.

“Are you still close with Aedion? How is he?”

Elide asked, perching on one of the bar stools as Aelin refilled their wine glasses and stirred the pot of mashed potatoes on the stove.

“Yeah, he practically lives with me,” Aelin replied rolling her eyes affectionately. “He’s dating my best friend, and graduates in the spring, like me.”

“What’s he studying?” Elide asked, then added. “I thought he was older than us.”

“He is, by two years. He took a year off to find himself,” Aelin snorted, holding up air quotes. “Then he changed his major twice, which gave him a few unexpected setbacks. But he’ll have a degree in sports medicine and will be going back at some point to get his specialization in physical therapy.”

“I remember him being big into sports,” Elide nodded. “Good for him.”

“And you?” Aelin asked, leaning her elbows on the counter. “College not the path for you?”

“Oh no,” Elide said, chuckling. “I went for a few months before deciding it wasn’t for me. I started serving and making good tips, so I didn’t pursue anything else until recently. About a year ago I started getting really into pottery. I started my own little business a couple months ago, that I do for just a little extra cash and for the hell of it.”

“Really?” Aelin asked, brow raised. “That's incredible. What do you make?”

Elide opened her mouth to speak, but it was Lorcan that said. “Vases, mostly. She’s incredibly talented.”

Aelin hadn’t even heard them come back in, but as if on cue, the timer behind her went off. She turned to pull the vegetables out of the oven, but glanced back over her shoulder and Elide, who was smiling softly at Lorcan. “You’ll have to show me,” she said, setting the baking dish on a trivet. “I’d love to buy one.”

Elide’s smile was almost as radiant as she was.

“Okay. No more ordering in when we come over,” Elide said, setting her fork and knife down on her nearly empty plate. “You’re cooking from now on, Rowan.”

Everything had been delicious, even if the potatoes had been instant. Rowan was pretty damn proud of himself. “Aelin helped,” he said, his hand finding her knee under the table.

“Then you better keep her, because that was delicious and take out isn’t going to cut it anymore.” Elide sipped from her wine and winked at Aelin from across the table.

“Even I can’t protest that,” Lorcan said, throwing his arm around the back of Elides chair.

“And I didn’t help that much,” Aelin said, holding her hands up. “Rowan started cooking this afternoon. I just put veggies in the oven.”

“Well, either way, it means Lor and I are on clean up duty. You two go relax,” Elide said, and rose, beginning to pick up plates.

Lorcan groaned but followed his girlfriend’s lead, nonetheless.

Aelin laughed quietly as she took Rowan’s hand and pulled him into the living room.

“I like the hold she has over him,” Aelin said, once they were alone. “It’s inspiring.”

Rowan hummed as he put an arm around her and pulled her against his side. “That’s a great way to describe Elide. Inspiring.”

Aelin thought of the murky memories she had of the young girl. She’d moved to Perranth right around the time Aelin’s own parents had died. Sadly, that move had been prompted by the same reason. Elide’s parents had also passed and her uncle had received full guardianship of her, and he lived in Perranth. Rather than uproot his life, he decided to uproot Elide’s. She had been too young for a cell phone, so there had been no way to stay in touch at the time, but Aelin was glad to see her back in Orynth. She was sure Aedion would be happy to hear about it, too.

“I think she likes you,” Rowan murmured, his lips by her ear.

Her laughter was soft as she rested her head against his shoulder. “I’d hope so. She’s known me since we were children.”

Rowan scoffed. “That means nothing. I’ve known

Lorcan since we were children and half the time

I hate him.”

Aelin’s head fell back as she laughed a little louder. “Well, that’s understandable. But me? I’m a peach.”

“Yeah, you are,” he whispered, and kissed her, softly. She held onto him a little bit tighter, and she couldn’t help but think how perfectly the night had gone.

If only the people who currently knew about their relationship would be the only people that knew about their relationship, Aelin wouldn't mind it. At least, not for a while.

“Elide was right, though,” Aelin muttered. “Your food is delicious. I’m continuously impressed by you.”

He shook his head and laughed quietly. “Thank the Internet. I can just follow directions well.”

The two fell into silence as they listened to Lorcan and Elide’s banter from the kitchen, and Aelin couldn’t help but laugh. It was clear they had been together for a while, with how comfortable they were, and Aelin was happy for them, if not a little bit jealous. She knew it was something that couldn’t be rushed, but feeling like that with someone, like that someone was home, was something she hadn’t experienced in a while.

“He’a different around her,” Aelin quietly mused as Lorcan’s deep rumble of laughter reached them from the other room.

Rowan nodded slowly. “Their story isn’t mine to tell, but… He helped her out of a dark place, but she also saved him, in her own way.”

She understood that. Hopefully, she and Elide would become close enough that she’d feel like she could open up to her.

It’d be nice to have another girlfriend, like Lysandra.

“You should come over one night this week,” Aelin said, looking up into his face. “So you can get to know Aedion and Lysandra.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “I think Lysandra and I got a good start on that in class.”

Aelin grinned as she framed his face with her hands. “She’s a little extra, but so am I, so you shouldn’t mind that too much.”

Rowan scrunched his nose but sighed. “I guess that would be fine…considering they already know about us.”

“Kind of hard to hide from my best friend and roommate,” Aelin muttered. “And obnoxious cousin.”

“We could always go up north for a weekend, too,” Rowan suggested. “With Lor, Elide, and Lysandra and your cousin. I have a cabin there.”

“Of course you do.” Aelin rolled her eyes. “Spoiled, rotten rich kid.”

There was a flash of hurt in his eyes, but before she could ask about it, or even begin to apologize, Elide was sweeping into the room. “Dinner is all cleaned up and I still have room for dessert. Anyone else?”

“Depends on what it is,” Rowan smirked, his arm still around Aelin. That hurt was gone and Aelin wondered if she’d imagined it. “Not your attempt at a crockpot apple pie again, is it?”

“That was one time and had too little liquid. My crockpot was too large,” she huffed, but crossed her arms. “It’s a triple chocolate cake, actually.”

Aelin’s interest was immediately piqued. “Oh, there’s always room for chocolate cake.”

Elide grinned and took her hand, pulling her off the couch and into the kitchen. Lorcan took a seat on the other side of the couch and sighed.

“The two of them together is terrifying.”

Rowan smiled. He was sure they could get into some trouble, but it was nothing he and Lorcan wouldn’t be able to handle.

He was happy, he realized, trying to shove back the dark memories he’d accidentally dredged up. He was happier than he’d been in years, and Aelin was the reason.

He just prayed nothing happened to end that happiness.

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 3 years

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Also Dee buys them all matching pjs (even Nanaue and Sebastian)

I combined this with your Christmas request because I thought they fit together really well lol hope you don't mind and that you enjoy!

If I Go Universe - Merry Christmas, Squad (Rick Flag x OC)

Summary: First Christmas in the Squad House gets even merrier when DuBois brings his daughter and Delphia's parents join the celebrations.

Pairing: Rick Flag x OC / Squad Family & OC (Delphia Holman)

Word Count: 3315

Warnings: fluffy goodness, some suggestive language, language in general, some The Suicide Squad spoilers I suppose

Timeline: December 2021

if i go masterlist

“Sebastian, can you string the popcorn, please?” Delphia asked as she set the overflowing bowl in front of the rat.

He nodded his little head and got right to work. Picking up the string and beginning to push the pieces of popcorn down to the knot at the end. Delphia smiled before moving to check on Abner, Cleo, and Nanaue in the living room. They had been put in charge of decorating the tree. And when she came into the room it brought an instant smile to her face.

“The tree looks beautiful, guys!” she gushed.

And it was true. The tree was huge, nearly twelve feet tall and covered floor to ceiling in ornaments and twinkling lights. There were presents already piled under the tree. Wrapped to varying degrees of success but still symbols of the squads love for one another. There was sparkling gold garland wrapped around the bannister of the stairs, along the mantel, draped from corner to corner of the room. Cleo had even found empty nooks and crannies to set santa figurines and reindeer. The place seemed to glow with Christmas cheer.

“Why thank you, Dee.” Cleo smiled up at her from her spot cross-legged on the floor. “I’ve never had a Christmas like in the movies before.”

“Me either,” Abner commented, “It’s…Festive so far.”

“Just you wait!” Delphia threaded her fingers together, unable to control the excited smile on her face. “When Rick gets back with my parents — ugh, the dinner is gonna be amazing. Smoked ham, mashed potatoes, rolls. Then we’ll do presents and watch a Christmas movie!”

“Is this what you and Colonel Flag used to do? Before us?” Cleo asked, leaning back on her hands and admiring her handy work.

“More or less.” Delphia shrugged. “Christmas has always been my favorite holiday. The lights, the joy, the togetherness. Makes me feel good. Rick just kind of puts up with it.”

“No,” Cleo laughed, “I’m sure that he loves it just as much — because you love it.”

“That’s very sweet — “

“Star!” Nanaue announced as he stomped into the room.

Delphia glanced up at the star way up at the top of the tree that he was pointing at. She grinned at the shark-man. “Did you put the star on the top of the tree, Nanaue?”

“You did not!” Abner interjected, sounding offended, “Sebastian and his friends put the star on top for us. You big liar.”

“No!” Nanaue shook his hand at the tree then gestured for them to follow. “In here!”

Delphia shrugged and followed him out into the foyer with a grin. The staircase was decorated with lights, garland, and ribbon. The wreath on the front door could be seen from the glass. And now there was a beautiful golden star hanging from the chandelier.

“Oh, Nanaue, it's beautiful!”

He looked proud as he stared up at the star. A near smile tugging at his mouth. Then Delphia took hold of his hand, or really just one of his fingers since they were so large, out of appreciation. She had to wonder how he got it up there though. The chandelier was hanging from the second story ceiling. And to hang something even on the tip of it was at least fourteen feet in the air. Then she noticed the distinct, webbed foot dent in the wood flooring and made the connection. Yes. She had heard that thud. But most thuds that occured in the house she chose to ignore for her own sanity’s sake. She’ll just add it to the list of things that needed to be fixed. Though Rick was going to be none too pleased, as he had just replaced one of the bathtubs upstairs from being overfilled and…Sinking into the floor.

“Thank you,” she said, “You did a great job.”

“You’re welcome.” Nanaue nodded.

As he began to walk out of the foyer, Delphia called after him, “If you want, you can help Sebastian string popcorn!”

“No!”

“Okay then,” she chuckled after him.

But then she noticed just how quiet the house was. Of course there was Christmas music playing softly from the living room speakers. But underneath that, for the past several hours, was the noise of someone dancing through the house. Hopping and skipping and singing along loudly. But now there was nothing. Only the sweet sounds of The Oakridge Boys singing Silver Bells.

Delphia came back into the living room and asked Abner and Cleo, who were now helping Sebastian string the popcorn, “Have you guys seen Harley?”

“Hm — no.” Abner shook his head. “Last I saw her she was putting tinsel everywhere.”

“Alright. Thanks.”

Harley’s room was upstairs to the right. Her door was always open, allowing people to see the fact that she had indeed grafitied the walls and put up crime scene tape that Delphia did not know where came from. It was so she could stop people in the hall and talk to them. Out of everyone, Harley was the most talkative in the house. Cleo was probably second in line. It made Delphia’s heart happy to hear all the chatter in the house while she was cooking or cleaning or helping Rick fix something. But right now there was no chatter. Harley’s door was left only slightly cracked. And there were soft sniffles coming from the other side.

“Harley?” Delphia called softly as she approached the door. The lights were off inside. She knocked on the wood gently with her knuckles. “Can I come in?”

“I guess so,” she called, voice strained and full of tears.

Delphia stepped into the dim room and frowned compassionately at what she found. Harley laid stomach down on her bed, tears streaming down her face and smearing her eyeliner. Bruce 2 was laying next to her, occasionally nudging at her arm asking for attention and whining softly.

“What’s wrong?” Delphia asked as she crossed the room and sat at the edge of the bed.

Harley snorted back her snot loudly and sat up slightly. “Christmas just won’t be the same without Boomer this year.”

“Oh — did you and Harkness do something for Christmas together at Belle Reve?”

“No.” Harley sat up entirely and Bruce 2 put his head in her lap. “But we could have. And what if we lost our chance? He was like family — “

“Well, once he’s healed up from all that tree shraptenel and — and the burns — he’ll be back to doing missions with Task Force X. He’s gotta be close to getting out by now, right?”

“I suppose so,” Harley said.

“Trust me, when he’s out, we’ll be sure to wrangle him into staying here with us.” Delphia smiled.

Harley grinned wide and threw her arms around Delphia’s neck, pulling her in for a tight hug. She sighed loudly and said, “Thanks, Dee, darlin’. You’re the best.”

“I know,” Delphia chuckled.

“Guess who’s here!” Rick’s voice boomed from downstairs, “What happened to the fuckin’ floor?”

“Language, Colonel!” her mother’s voice answered.

“Oh! My parents!”

Delphia jogged from the room and down the stairs, a grin splitting her face so badly it was beginning to hurt. Rick was standing next to the dent in the floor, staring at it with sad and tired eyes, arms laden with wrapped presents. Her parents were standing close to the door, coats and scarves hanging from their arms but smiles on their faces as they looked around the house.

Arlo and Fanny. Absolute saints in Delphia’s eyes. Taking in a baby born in a max security prison when they were fifty years old. They raised her gently, encouragingly, and lovingly when no one else would. They were much older now. Nearing on eighty and looking it. Her father was round about the middle, balding, and white haired. Her mother was plump, rosy cheeked, and squinty eyed. They were adorable and felt like home, and seeing them made Delphia tear up as she practically lept from the bottom step to reach them faster.

“Mom!” she exclaimed as she slammed the woman into a tight embrace.

“Oh, Ducky, darling!” Fanny laughed, holding her daughter just as tight.

“Hey, Duckster!” her father greeted, patting her on the back to let her know that he thought it was time for his hug now.

“Dad,” she struggled to say around her tears as she pulled away from Fanny and threw her arms around Arlo’s middle.

It had been two years since they had been together. Louisiana was far away from where they lived in Baltimore. Plus they were just getting too old for extensive travel like that. Especially with Arlo’s C-Pap machine, the medications, and the stress. But North Carolina was much closer. Only an hour flight and Rick had been more than willing to pick them up from the airport and drive them there when the festivities were done.

Arlo pulled back from the hug and placed his hand on his daughter’s cheek. “You’re getting old, Duckster.”

“Speak for yourself, old man,” she laughed back, patting his cheek affectionately.

“Dee — you want these under the tree?” Rick asked, lifting the many presents he still had stacked and jammed under his arms.

She pulled back from Arlo and wiped at her cheeks quickly. “Oh — er, yeah. Yeah, that’s perfect, babe. Thank you.”

As he passed her on his way to the living room, he stopped with a smile and planted a kiss on her lips.

“Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas.”

“Alright, give me the tour! Introduce us to everybody!” Fanny clapped her hands together with a smile once she had her and her husband’s coats hanging on the halltree.

“Yeah, I saw them all on the news when that starfish thing happened.” Arlo nodded as he followed his wife and daughter into the kitchen. “I would like to thank them all myself for what they did. They’re real heroes.”

“Well, we can start with Abner Krill…”

Christmas dinner was ready and it smelled like heaven. Smoked ham. Mashed potatoes. Green beans. Rolls. Freshly baked pies and cookies awaited for dessert. Everything was steaming and at it’s peak of delectability but —

“We can’t eat until DuBois gets here with his daughter. We’re just gonna have to wait.” At Rick’s statement everyone groaned unanimously. “He said they’d be here in five so quit whining.”

Nobody else complained after that. They all went back to their own little conversations. Harley and Abner were talking with Arlo about being a hero. Cleo and Fanny were discussing knitting, a recent hobby they had both taken up. Nanaue sat in the middle of them all, seemingly enjoying themselves. Rick and Delphia sat side by side, watching them all, small smiles on their faces. His hand encompassed her thigh. Her head was leaned on his shoulder. She made a noise in the back of her throat, almost like a purr, when he kissed the top of her head. A noise of content that made him chuckle deep in his bones.

“What a merry Christmas indeed,” she sighed, swiveling her head so her chin rested on his shoulder and she could look up into Rick’s face.

That stupidly handsome face that smiled down at her like she was the best thing that ever happened to him. That she woke up at the crack of dawn to each morning. That reassured her from across a crowded room. That pulled funny faces when she needed to loosen up. That any time she looked into it, those prominent cheekbones and those hazel-green eyes, she knew she was right where she needed to be. Loved, happy, in love, home.

“I’m fuckin’ starvin’,” he whispered to her.

“I know, me too,” she said, “When’s DuBois gonna get here again?”

Rick looked down at his watch. “Mm — any minute now.”

“He could hurry it up,” she huffed, picking up her chin from his shoulder and straightening out her hair.

“Hey, I told everyone else to be patient.” He leaned in close, breath and lips hot against her ear. “That includes you.”

“Oh, does it now?” she mumbled, squirming when his grip on her thigh became that much tighter.

“Don’t make me give you an order,” he whispered, hot and heavy against her ear — giving it a playful nip.

Delphia pulled away and gave him a look of arroused surprise. Her parents were right there and he just bit her damn ear. He only winked at her in reponse and she nearly combusted.

But then the front door opened, bringing a cold draft right into the dining room. And with that draft carried DuBois voice.

“Sorry we’re late!”

Delphia quickly rose from the table to greet them. Basically anything to get away from Rick at that point, because any longer and she was going to drag him upstairs. DuBois was shaking off his boots, scraping the cap from his head. His daughter, Tyla, stood off to the side. Looking unsure with her hands in her coat pockets.

“Hey, you’re just in time!” Delphia smiled as she approached them. She held out a hand to the young girl. “You must be Tyla?”

“Yeah, I am.” She smiled and shook Delphia’s hand.

“Here, here, take off your coat — your shoes. Dinner is all ready.”

Delphia made quick work of taking Tyla’s things and putting them away. The girl even snuck a small present labeled “dad” into her hands and made a face like she didn’t know what to do with it. Delphia nodded and hid it away in her cardigan pocket.

“Thanks for lettin’ ‘er come — again,” DuBois said as he followed Delphia into the dining room.

“Yeah, thanks,” Tyla agreed.

“It’s honestly our pleasure.” Delphia smiled over her shoulder at them. “The more the merrier, in my opinion.”

Once Tyla was properly introduced and they were both seated, Delphia snuck off to the living room. All the lights were off except the flames burning in the fireplace. It was a beautiful sight. The tree all aglow, the decorations everywhere, the smell of pine and cinnamon and joy in the air. Delphia pulled Tyla’s present for her father from her pocket and placed it gently on top of the pile. She smiled as she took it all in. Changed somehow just by the addition of one small present.

One small present that meant so much more.

Post dinner, when everyone was at their most vulnerable and malleable, Delphia brought out a surprise. One that people were either going to love or hate. But she didn’t really care.

“Matching pajamas?” DuBois asked as he held up the red and green striped pajama pants from the box he had just unwrapped. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah!” she replied with a wide smile, “Rick and I’ve done it every year we’ve been together and I thought it’d be fun if we brought the tradition over to you guys.”

“I like them,” Cleo said, then she pulled out another, tinier set of pajamas from her box and she melted, “Oh, my God! You made a pair for Sebastian!”

“I like ‘em too. They’re classy,” Harley said.

“You fuckin’ wear these, Flag?”

“Hey, they’re fuckin’ comfortable man,” Rick answered with a point of his finger, “Plus they make her happy so I’m not just gonna say no.”

“Pants!” Nanaue exclaimed as he held up the giant pair of fleece pajama pants from his box, “For me?”

“Of course!” Delphia said, “Sorry I couldn’t make you a shirt too, but — er — well, I couldn’t find enough fabric.”

Abner got up from the table, pajamas in hand, and moved around it quickly. When he got to Delphia, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a breathtaking hug that surprised almost everyone in the room. Including Delphia.

“Thank you,” he whispered before he pulled away, then he turned to the rest of the group, “I am going to put these on. Cause they’re like family.”

And before he even left the room, the rest of them got up and went to their respective bedrooms to change. DuBois somewhat begrudgingly, but still he went. Delphia flashed Rick an excited grin before snatching up her own pajamas and jogging from the room.

“She always been like this for Christmas?” Rick asked Fanny and Arlo with a smile as he helped them clear away the dinner dishes.

“Oh, always.” Fanny nodded. “For a long time, I think — it was when she felt the most like other kids.”

Once everyone was changed, presents were opened. Then everyone happily and sleepily settled into the living room to watch Elf with a cup of hot cocoa. It had been perfect. Chaotic — but perfect. Abner got a stack of ten new books. Cleo got the start of a tunnel system for the rats. Harley got a new mallet that Rick made sure she knew was for outside use only. Nanaue got a fake mustache. DuBois got a tea subscription that he said was fine but Delphia knew he loved. Tyla had given her father a bracelet with her birthdate on it. A reminder for when they were apart. It nearly made Delphia cry.

But before Rick or Delphia could even think about sitting down to enjoy the movie with everyone else, Harley and Cleo stopped them just before they went into the living room.

“We’ll take those,” Cleo said as she took the mugs of hot chocolate away from the couple.

“Uh, my cocoa,” Delphia mumbled as she watched it get set down on the kitchen counter.

Before Rick could protest any further, Harley held up her hands. “You guys have been doin’ all sorts of stuff for us lately. So we wanted to give you a little special somethin’ on Christmas. It’s out in the back.”

“But it’s snowing,” Rick laughed in unbelief.

“Then you better grab your boots,” Cleo suggested with a smile.

Delphia and Rick gave each other a look before relenting and going to the foyer for their shoes. There really was no point in arguing with them. They were blocking the way to the living room and Harley was way stronger than she looked. Boots and coats over their matching pajamas, they went out the back sliding glass door to the garden.

It was beautiful. Snow was falling gently from the sky. A nice layer already on the ground like a puffy blanket. The gazebo out back had been decorated with shimmering garland and strung up with lights.

Delphia gasped when she saw it, face already pinked from the cold. “It’s like our own little piece of Christmas magic.”

“Christmas magic?” Rick asked, grinning, as he took her hand and began trudging through the snow to get to the gazebo.

“Just indulge me, Flag,” she replied, nudging his shoulder with her own.

When their feet landed on the clean wood of the gazebo flooring, music started up. There was a wireless speaker hidden somewhere. But Delphia really didn’t care to find out. It was playing The Christmas Song. And it honestly felt like magic to her.

“Will you have this dance, ma’am?” Rick asked as he offered her his hand.

“Absolutely.”

He pulled her in close. She happily rested her head against his chest, arms slung around his broad shoulders. His arms encircled her waist and he began to spin them in slow circles to the beat of the song. It was quiet, and still, and beautiful and so unlike their lives as of late. It felt like a deserved rest to dance in the cold on Christmas.

“We should pick a wedding date, you know,” he mentioned softly.

“Hm — how’s June third sound?”

“Perfect.”

“And where?”

“How about right here — in the backyard?” Rick suggested.

Delphia picked her head up off his chest and mumbled against his lips, “Even more perfect.”

“Merry Christmas, baby girl.”

“Merry Christmas, Colonel.”

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“Just Friends” (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Synopsis: A halloween party was what it took for you to finally do what you wanted to do with Fred.

Warnings: make out; underage drinking and extremely flirtation.

Reader: Female

World Count: 2.5k

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay, I had some personal problems to solve, but here I am! this is a oneshot for the special A very Harry Potter Halloween by @masterofthedarkness and @eleven-times-lively. This one is for the 30th with the prompt Halloween Party! Hope you like it :)

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Finally October, the favorite time of year for Y/n. For various reasons, fantasies, sweets, the weather, absolutely everything Y/n loved most was present in October. But probably the thing the girl liked the better was the Weasley twins' Halloween party. And this year promised, it was the twins' last year at school and they promised the best Halloween party this school has ever seen.

Usually Y/n knew everything the twins were preparing, since they were a quartet. The twins, Y/n and Lee. These four names together gave chills to any teacher. But not this time. This year it was just Fred and George who were looking for trouble. The twins didn't let Y/n and Lee participate at all, the surprise was for everyone. And of course, Y/n's anxiety didn't leave the twins alone for a minute.

"Please Fred, tell me at least the color of the glasses!" Y/n insisted on Fred saying at least a little detail about the party. The secret was complete.

"I already said that I don't speak a word to you, Y/n" The redhead replied laughing.

They were in a history of magic class, automatically nobody was paying attention. The twins sat in the last row, Y/n and Lee just ahead.

"What are the drinks going to be, that's no big deal!" Lee asked as curious as Y/n.

"Not a word, Lee," George replied with a sly smile on his face, the same as the one on his brother's face.

"I hate you both" Y/n said irritably and turned forward.

Fred who was behind Y/n leaned forward and rested his head on the girl's shoulder, whispering her ear. Fred's proximity to Y/n's ear made the girl get goosebumps and close her eyes while the redhead spoke. "You don't miss out on waiting, baby"

George and Lee exchanged a look that they knew well what it meant. Y/n and Fred have always had this relationship ... doubtful. Nothing but indirect flirtations happened between the two, there was never anything else. George and Lee always questioned the two of them if something happened in the backstage that they didn't see, and of course, the answer was always the same "We are just friends". Only friends my ass, George thought. The boy knew his brother well to know when he was lying.

Fred then returned to his seat and Y/n kept her eyes closed digesting the sensation she had just had, wishing it had lasted a little longer. She opened her eyes slowly and blinked several times, returning to reality.

"My God, the sexual tension between you two can be cut with a knife," Lee said making the three friends laugh.

"We are just friends, you know that" Y/n replied and noticed that this time Fred's laugh was not genuine. Apparently George noticed it too. But of course it could only be Y/n's head.

The class passed slowly as usual, but amid laughter, scolding from the teacher and notes on the parchment, time finally passed. It was already lunchtime and Y/n couldn't be more thankful for that. Her thoughts could go from Fred to the mountain of mashed potatoes that awaited her.

Weeks passed and the twins had not yet given any information about the party. It wasn't just Lee and Y/n who were looking forward now, all seventh graders as well. The fact that Umbridge was taking care of the school, making so many rules, only made things more exciting. The twins couldn't be loud ... At least not in theory.

Now everyone was in the common room, some doing their homework and others just hanging out. Everything was calm until the most beloved twins in the world came in doing what they do best, drawing attention.

“My dear student friends" George was saying.

"Me and my dear brother, we finally have the invitations ready!" Fred completed.

"And what does that mean, bro?" George asked doing a theatrical pose.

"That not even the pink toad was able to stop the Weasley Twins!" Fred completed again by opening his arms also in a theatrical way.

“But it’s worth remembering that the party is only for people from the fifth year upwards” Some sad moans were heard from some students from the fourth year downwards “So my little grasshoppers, you who didn’t taste one of our Halloween parties, will have to look for that taste in our store! ” George announced and the sad moans automatically turned into happy faces.

“That's right! We believe that very soon, our store will have a physical point and will be 100% prepared to serve all of you little pests! ” Fred said laughing and started handing out the invitations.

The invitations were not common, as nothing the twins did was common, no one was surprised, just curious. They were orange sweets in the shape of mini pumpkins.

“But is this sweet? How should we know where and when to go with a sweet? ” Ron asked as soon as George handed him one of the pumpkins.

"I suggest taking a bite, little brother," Fred said mockingly, handing one to Y/n. "I made this one especially for you" And winked at the girl. Hers was Y/F/C , your favorite color. As soon as the girl saw the candy she smiled at Fred and got a little flushed.

As soon as Ron took a bite of the fearful candy, sparkles that resembled fireworks with a date, time and place emerged from the pumpkin.

"We just suggest that you don't eat it whole, eating the other piece makes you invisible for 15 minutes, so you can go to the party without drawing unnecessary attention" Fred said with a smile on his face, proud of what he had done.

It was amazing how these boys were the life of the party wherever they went. Y/n smile so proudly for the boys. After the euphoria of delivery of the pumpkins, the boys sat on the sofa with only a few students in the room, most of had already gone to sleep. Y/n was in an armchair by the fireplace, reading a book. Fred settled on the floor in front of the girl and rested his head on her knees. George sat next to Lee on the couch.

"Okay, now that we have everything set up, what will your fantasy be?" George asked to his friends.

"I was thinking of going as a werewolf" Lee replied playing with the hem of his shirt.

"What a cliché, Lee" Hermione who was finishing up her homework said from across the room. She, Harry and Ron were actually finishing up their homework. But everyone knew that the boys were just waiting for Hermione to finish copying hers.

"You're right, he should go as you Hermione, who knows, maybe someone will put limits on this party?" Ron replied laughing, immediately regretting because of Hermione's furious reaction.

"And what are you going to be dressed up for?" Y/n asked lowering the book, she had stopped paying attention long ago.

"Us? Secret too" Fred replied to the girl.

"You guys are getting unbearable with this, you know?" Y/n said looking at the twins.

"Just noticed now?" Lee said sarcastically.

Y/n snorted angrily and pulled her legs up so that Fred could no longer lean on them, causing the boy to turn his head to her laughing.

"You look so beautiful when you're mad" He said and stood up and give her a kiss on the cheek. "I think it's past time for us to go to sleep, we need energy to organize what comes tomorrow, Georgie"

George got up too and agreed with his brother, so the two went up to the dorm wishing everybody a good night.

"I'll see if I can get anything out of them before bed, good night, Y/n" Lee said and went after the twins.

Harry was already drooling at the table, Ron was almost, only Hermione was still focused. Y/n got up and headed for the girls' dorm.

"Good night, Mione" Y/n said.

"When are you two going to assume you have more than a friendship, Y/n?" Hermione asked before she went up. The girl laughed and shook her head.

"We are just friends"

The following days passed with Y/n listening to discussions to see what would be the fantasy of her friends. Lee really was a werewolf, Hermione was from an important witch that nobody really understood who was just that had something to do with defending giants, Ron was going as a auror, Harry as a quidditch player, and of course the fantasy of Fred and George it was still a secret.

At breakfast on the day of the party, everyone was euphoric. The whispers came not only from the Gryffindor table, but from all of them, even some Slytherins were excited.

And because she kept her head elsewhere, Y/n ended up forgetting to think about her fantasy. Then, taking advantage of having a visit to Hogsmade that day, she asked Hermione for help in choosing a costume. The girls went to each clothing store until they found the perfect costume. That was it, they thought. It perfectly matched Y/n's personality.

The hours passed and now it was only an hour before the twins' Halloween party. The girls in Y/n's room were euphoric. They had pirates, healers, vampires, it looked like a children's book in one room. Y/n was finishing her makeup and would already be ready to leave. The outfit she had chosen was nothing less than court jester. Not a dull court jester, according to Hermione, and here I quote her words, she was a “sexually desirable jester”. A colorful short dress, socks to the thighs one of each color, hair tied with colored ribbons and a cute clown makeup. It was perfect.

"You look perfect, Y/n!" Angelina said to the girl with colored ribbons in her hair.

"You too, Angie, wonderful by the way!" Y/n said to her friend that was dressed as a fairy.

The two then descended together, meeting several people in costume in the main hall. And in the sea of mummies and mermaids, Y/n spotted the werewolf she was looking for.

“Lee! Lee! ” The girl called and Lee turned to see her.

"Y/n ... Bloody hell woman, now I understand what Fred talks about so much" Lee replied looking Y/n up and down.

"What does Fred say?" Y/n asked frankly eyebrows.

"He keeps saying you have phenomenal thighs," Lee replied, staring at her legs.

“Hey! Lee! Eyes up here! ” Y/n responded making the boy automatically look embarrassed, but then laughing.

"Let's go then?" Lee asked Y/n and she nodded.

The two then ate all the pumpkin and automatically the picture of the fat woman opening, looked like a passage of ghosts, no one was seen, all you could hear were footsteps and some muffled laughter through the corridors.

Finally, after walking a lot trying to make a minimum of noise, they reached the precise room. The door opened and the legion of students entered the place. When Fred and George said it was going to be the best Halloween party this school has ever seen, they weren't kidding.

There were already some students in the room, but the decor was clear. They had colorful and noiseless fireworks shining on the ceiling tirelessly, they seemed bewitched to last all night. The smoke on the ground made it look like a swamp, you could barely see people's feet. The tables set with various sweets with different shapes and a large bowl with punch, certainly alcoholic. The walls decorated with purple and orange ribbons all over the place. Of course, cobwebs, skeletons and pumpkins were placed in every corner. The music was loud, but it was not heard outside, they had also bewitched it. The only strange thing was that Fred and George were not yet in place.

More and more people were arriving and none of the twins. Y/n was having fun with Lee and other friends, but missed the redheaded duo. While some students were kissing in a corner and others were stuffing themselves with food, Y/n was dancing with a glass in her hand, like there's no tomorrow. She moved her hips from side to side without caring if she was drawing too much attention. Tonight was really for that.

The only part of the place that no one had understood was the stairway in the corner of the room that led to a balcony and a small door that nobody could open. After a while, Y/n ignored the stairs, and suddenly after the girl's third glass, the door made sense. It had opened up and the music had turned down the volume. There they were, Fred and George came out of the door in the costume of Kings. Y/n laughed with them and stopped dancing, looking at the boys.

"Feel free, my subjects, the party is yours today!" Fred said raising his hands.

"And remember, if you are not going to party like us, you can leave" George added.

"And let the party really start!" Fred shouted and everyone shouted in agreement.

The twins then descended the stairs, as if they were true kings. Strangely, their fantasy matched the boys perfectly. Y/n after seeing that the boys were already enjoying the party normally, she took another sip of her drink and started dancing again.

The music playing was sensual, and it is clear that the girl, with the courage that the drink gave her, took advantage of the moment. She had wanted to do this for years, and the opportunity never came, but now? Last year, she was going to do what she wanted without fear.

Y/n started to dance to the music, as sensual as the beat of each note. She knew they had several pairs of eyes on her, but only one interested her. Then the girl turned to where Fred was and she couldn't be more pleased to see that he was looking at her like a dog is looking at a piece of meat, with pure desire. She then danced looking directly at him.

Fred couldn't hold on any longer, he dodged the crowd and came very close to Y/n, grabbed her waist tightly and without thinking, he kissed the girl. It was as if everyone in the room had disappeared. They were just there, Y/n and Fred. The girl returned the kiss at the same time her lips met, placing her hands on the boy's neck.

The two separated only because they were forced to breathe. Keeping foreheads glued together. Smiling broadly. And you can hear George and Lee in the background shouting "Finally!" "Just friends, my ass!" And things like that. But Fred and Y/n couldn't care less.

"So.. hm, I think we're not just friends after all, huh?" Fred says laughing still being very close to you.

"I don't think we ever were just friends"

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A little surprise

Connie Springer x reader

(SPOILERS) Requested by anon “heyy!! can i request an imagine with connie springer where the reader tells him she’s pregnant? maybe after sasha’s death or you can decide when, thank youu 💞😌”

Warning- Fluff, some angst, talks of pregnancy

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It was an easy plan, just sneak downstairs, walk into the kitchen and get what you suddenly badly craved without getting caught. It shouldn’t be hard. Everyone was sleeping.

You’d just slip in and out….

“Connie?”

You stop and lower your candle as you catch him walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of pudding in his hand.

He lowers his own candle and spreads his lips into an innocent and sweet smile. “Hi, babe.”

You blink and slightly tilt your head to the side. “What are you doing up?”

Connies eyes drift to the bowl and then up to you. “I got this sudden craving for pudding and I couldn’t ignore it. I had to come down and get it. What are you doing up?”

You straighten your posture and nervously scratch the back of your head and shrug. “I…” you pause for a second before you finish your sentence in a soft voice. “I had the same craving.”

“Huh?”

“I had the same craving.” You repeat in a louder voice.

“Oh,” Connie looks down at his bowl and offers it to you. “Wanna share then?”

“Sure,” you nod.

Connie grins and walks back to the kitchen to get another spoon, returning and walking you to one of the tables and setting down your midnight snack there, basking in each other’s company as neither of you talked and just heard the scraping of spoons on the bowl.

“So we’re both here at the same time,” Connie jokes with a goofy smile. “What a coincidence.”

You scoff in a lighthearted manner and feel a smile of your own grow on your features, but once you remember what was the reason behind your midnight craving your smile slowly falls and you begin to feel nervous. It was a good thing the candlelight wasn’t that bright so Connie wouldn’t spot the sudden drop in your mood. You weren’t ready to tell him that you were expecting his baby. You’ve had a month to tell him since you found out, but you haven’t worked up the nerve to reveal such important news; there was just so much going on, with the new train, new people to meet, watching over Eren. There was just a lot going on, you haven’t found the right opportunity.

Plus you didn’t want to feel like a burden….

But he also had a right to know, you couldn’t keep it from him for too long and you didn’t want him to find out from someone else that wasn’t you.

“I’m surprised you’re up,” Connie comments with his mouth full, “you like to value your sleep.”

You take a spoonful of your own but swallow before speaking. “Couldn’t sleep and well I had this craving so I thought I’d fulfill it.”

Connie scoffs and sets his spoon down, “it’s weird, lately I’ve been feeling very nauseous and uh, at the middle of the night I get these intense cravings.” Connie slouch’s and scratches the back of his neck as he continues to explain his recent experience. “Like yesterday, I had this weird craving to eat a egg mashed potato sandwich. It was weird.”

You raise your eyebrows and laugh nervously, playing along with him instead of saying anything. “Very weird.”

“Right,” Connie exclaims in a loud whisper, “I of course didn’t have it but I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

“You’re not pregnant right Connie?” Sasha says from the depths of the shadows of the dining hall, causing you to jump and grab onto Connie as he let out a scared yelp.

“What the hell Sasha?” He hisses while he grips onto your arms wrapped around him.

“Yeah,” you gasp, “what the hell?”

Said girl walks up with snacks in hand and grins smugly. “Just came for snacks.”

“How come we didn’t hear you?”

Sasha scoffs, “that’s the point of sneaking around Connie, so you don’t hear me.”

You glare at her and point your finger at her. “Well don’t do that shit again, I almost had a heart attack.”

Sasha snickers and sits across from the both of you, narrowing her gaze and looking from Connie and you. “So what are you two doing down here so late, aye? A little after sex snack?” She smirks and grabs your spoon to eat the last spoonful of the pudding.

Connie snorts and even if a smug expression was painted on his face he told the truth and denied her comment. “No, just midnight cravings.”

Sasha swallows the food and glances between Connie and you, focusing on you for a longer and more lingering moment. She narrows her gaze and you look away because of the tension you suddenly felt under her gaze. Connie remains clueless and before Sasha could figure out your secret you stand up abruptly with the intention to leave.

“Okay, goodnight guys, it’s time I try to sleep.” You take your candle and offer them both a smile, avoiding looking at Sasha and not expecting Connie to follow suit.

“Need me to walk you?”

You look at him from the corner of your eyes and nod your head. “I'd love it if you walked me.”

Once you reach your room, you open the door and stand by the doorway to let him give you a couple of goodnight kisses on your face. “Goodnight.”

You smile sweetly and cup his cheeks to press a lingering kiss on his lips, parting away from him a couple minutes later to whisper the same thing. “Goodnight, my love.”

A goofy smile spreads on his lips and through his candlelight you see him blush. He lingers for a moment before stepping away and adding one last causal comment. “I love you.”

You grin softly and walk back into your room to close your door in front of you, wanting to be satisfied with the night and okay with him leaving once again without knowing the truth. But you aren’t. You needed to tell him already, before someone told him. You knew Sasha was beginning to suspect something, it won’t be long until she figures it out.

Hmph…

You bang your head on the wooden door and hesitate for a few seconds before you just rip the door open and peak your head out to see Connie reaching the end of the hall. “Connie. Connie.”

Said boy stops and spins around, raising his eyebrows and putting his hand behind his ear to wait for what you had to say. “What?”

You wave him over and he doesn’t question doing as you asked, stopping before you and keeping his eyebrows raised curiously. Meanwhile you proceed to walk back into your room to give space for him to walk in; which he does and snickers thinking that this was going somewhere else.

“Baby, you—”

“We have to talk.” You cut him off as you close the door, seeing him turn around to look at you with a serious expression this time. You sit down and he follows you without question. However you can’t find how to announce it to him, you stay silent and hear the silence of the night, you avert his gaze and focus on your fingers on the bed, making Connie speak up and break the silence.

“Spill it already, you’re making me anxious.”

You sigh and blink to look up at him, drawing in a deep shaky breath and slowly exhaling it to announce your news. “I’m pregnant.”

Connie leans his head forward and tilts it slightly to let out a serious, “huh?”

You swallow thickly and repeat it louder, “I’m pregnant.”

Connie parts his lip to retort with some joke, but once he notices that you’re serious he closes his mouth while his eyes widen and he freezes in place, out of disbelief.

It seemed like only his body was here and his mind was somewhere else, his eyes just stared at you blankly and made you feel nervous under his stare. “Connie?”

“A...baby?” He muttered out while his hand went up to grab the side of his head and he looked somewhere else. “Like a…real baby? Uh,” Connie suddenly stands up and begins to pace the room as he keeps his hand on his head. “You have a baby….I’m going to be...are you sure?” He asks while he skids to a stop and turns to look at you with a lost expression.

You begin to gnaw on your bottom lip and nod, “Yes, it’s been two been months since I’ve had my period and I’ve been having symptoms and I well I made sure already so,” you shrug, “yeah.”

“Okay,” Connie nods, finally blinking and looking at you with a more soft, yet surprised look. “Wow. I mean how are you feeling?”

“Scared,” you admit, “I mean all this is scary because of what we do and I don’t want to be a burden. And I don’t want you to feel forced to stay with me because of the baby.” You look away from him and just hear him sit on his previous spot.

Connie tilts his head to meet your gaze and assure you with his words. “What, no I’m not going to leave you. I mean it’s scary knowing that I’m going to be a dad now, but you’re not a burden.”

You look up and he follows your gaze. “You can be mad you know. It’s not that like you, but you can be angry.”

Connie reaches for your hand and gives it an assuring squeeze. “Angry at myself for not being more careful?”

“We both weren’t.”

“It doesn’t matter because I’m not mad,” he assures you. “I’m confused though, because I don’t know exactly what we’re going to do, but,”

“We’re going to figure it out,” you finish for him. “Together.”

“Exactly,” he smiles before leaning in to press a kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”

You cup his cheek and rest your forehead on his to murmur the same words. “I love you too.”

Connie grins and squeezes your hand tighter to add another comment in a quiet and in disbelief whisper. “I’m going to be a dad.”

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twerkinwithhazza · 3 years

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Pumpkin Seeds

Author’s Note: UH OHHH BACK AGAIN. I’m back yall finally off hiatus all because my phone is broken LOL. Anywho tumblr is a totally different place and most of my mutuals are adulting now. I would love new tumblr friends and I’m gonna try to continue this writing stuff but I’m busy with adult things now lol and it really depends on if you guys like what you see. Please excuse my rustiness this my first imagine in years... literally. I’ll get better with time. This was also slightly edited but I know there bound to be some mistakes. Anyways watch the Golden music video for clear skin and I hope you guys enjoy! I think it's so adorable that whoever requested this thought this request wouldn't speak to me lol ! It definitely did because this went from a blurb to a full blown imagine.

psst you can read my other work here!

Warnings: smut smut smut and more smut and possible shitty writing, dirty talk, light choking, and some cursing.

Glossary: (y/c/n)= your cousins name + (y/m/n)= your mothers name

Request: hi!!!! if you are wrtiting for Harry please can you do one where missus and Harry are at a family party and have a quickie in the bathroom? don’t worry if it’s not speaking to you lol xxx

Normally you and your husband loved spending time with your families. Harry was always playing a balancing act between filming music videos, doing interviews, writing sessions, and an occasional date night in the house that always involved a Postmates order from your favorite restaurants and the two of you binge-watching Netflix on shuffle. As much as the both of you enjoyed stuffing your face with poke bowls from Poke Papa and watching True Crime stories, it wasn’t exactly romantic or fulfilling for the both of you, just enough to hold you over until his schedule clears up. So when Harry finally got a weekend off, you guys were ecstatic! You spent the week cleaning the house and meal prepping so no Postmates would be needed and Harry used his free time in between interviews for shopping for special toys and pretty lingerie he wanted to see you model for him. Flirty text messages were sent back and forth during small work breaks about your plans for the weekend and now all the two of you had to do was make it Saturday.

You’re not gonna like this...

The 5 words that destroyed you and Harry’s weekend plans. Anne called while you were organizing your closet and announced that her and Gemma, along with your parents and favorite cousins were coming to town to spend time with the two of you. You tried to convince her that maybe a small dinner party at that new fancy restaurant downtown would be a perfect spot for a get together but she was adamant about coming over to cook the two of you a homecooked meal. Breaking the news to Harry was the worst part, he was clearly devastated (you swore you saw the man shed a few tears). Now here you were stuffing your mouth with Anne’s famous juicy cooked duck instead of your husband's juicy di...

“(Y/N) can you pass me the mashed potatoes”

Your dad’s strong yet muffled voice interrupted your train of thought and broke you out of your horny trance as he chowed down on his meal. Pushing the dish over in your dad's direction allowed you the chance to look around and take a glance at Harry who was making small talk with one of your favorite cousins. He was wearing a black button-down shirt, of course with a few buttons loose, and his cross necklace bounced on his chest as he laughed at your cousin's crazy work stories. You focused on his fingers, his infamous rings adorned his hands, you noted that they were slightly damp from eating and the condensation on his glass cup. As you were drinking in his appearance a small damp spot was forming in your panties but given that there were too many eyewitnesses including, yours and his parents so you chose to just clamp your thighs shut and stuff your mouth with more mashed potatoes.

Harry deserved his credit as a husband. Despite his calm demeanor, he was very well aware of your little ordeal yet still managed to give interview advice to (y/c/n) and compliment your mom’s cocktail mix. He was quite amused by how increasingly frustrated you were becoming. He noted your concentrated face as you munched harshly on a string bean, hands clenching onto the fork for dear life. He decided to do a little temperature check to truly see how far gone you were.

“So what are we thinking for dessert pecan pie or crumble cake ?”, Harry questioned as he stuck his fork in his mouth, pulling it out again once all the gravy was licked clean. Your eyes finally met and you can tell that he was tossing the ball in your court, it was your job to show him how you wanted the game to be played.

“Mmm I don’t know I guess I’ll have some pecan pie but I really wish I had some pumpkin seeds”, you flatly said as you finished sipping your wine, maintaining full eye contact with him.

Pumpkin seeds. You and Harry were “outside of the box” thinkers, you had to be with his life as a celebrity not exactly pairing well with your shared sexual fantasies. You had code words to indicate to each other when you were craving the other one's touch, but you knew that using the same words around friends, family, and other public figures for too long would possibly cause some suspicion. So your code words changed with the seasons, literally. When the leaves started turning that classic golden yellow and auburn, your code words changed thus came the use of the word Pumpkin Seeds.

Gemma and your mom shared a glance, raising their eyebrows in collective confusion.

“Pumpkin seeds.. For dessert ?” Gemma finally burst out., both of your mothers soft laughter followed in the background.

“Heyyy” ,Harry pouted as he bopped Gemma on the nose with some gravy ,“ I have you know Pumpkin Seeds are one of our favorite midnight snacks”.

“Gross“, Gemma stuck out her tongue and wiped her nose. You couldn't tell whether she was referring to the gravy on her nose, your choice of midnight snacks, Harry’s smug statement followed by a wink at you, or a combination of all three.

“Well we can be concerned with dessert once we break out the baby pictures, I’ve been dying to see the infamous skinny dipping picture (y/m/n) has been telling me about”. Anne clapped her hands together and hopped out of her seat heading to the kitchen. Your mother followed behind but not before instructing you to head up to the attic to retrieve the pictures. You glanced at Harry but he seemed occupied cleaning up the dinner plates with your dad. You let out a frustrated huff and made your way up to the attic to grab the photo albums.

As you shuffled through old boxes holding Harry’s old tour outfits and your little knickknacks from your travels, you heard the attic door open.

“Pumpkin seeds huh?”, Harry lightly chuckled letting the attic door close and leaning against the door frame.

You refused to make eye contact with him, continuing to shuffle through the bins locating a few photo albums as you went , “It was only a matter of time Harry and you know it. Our weekend got stolen and we haven’t... ya know in like two weeks. So, yes Harry I want some damn pumpkin seeds.”

You let out a huff. You didn’t mean to come off so sassy and aggressive but you were frustrated… sexually. Your cousin was getting more Harry time in the 3 hour family dinner than you had gotten in the past two weeks. You stacked the photo albums gently on top of each other and cradled them in your arms, finally turning to face your husband but you didn't have to look very far. Harry had closed that gap between the two of you, gripping your face and making you look up at him causing you to drop the albums in shock.

“Well let’s get you your pumpkin seeds then”

That’s all it took and sparks turned into a flame, you and Harry’s bodies connected and a feverish makeout session broke out. You both were so hungry for each other after weeks of neglects and it just felt so damn good to finally connect. Harry’s wet kisses were making their way down your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. You knew he was getting into it and normally you would be completely here for it if your kitchen wasn’t flooded with family members waiting to laugh at your baby pictures.

“Baby.. we… fuckkkkk”, You moaned out as Harry popped one of your nipples out of his mouth before moving to nip on the next one. “Baby we can’t your mom is downstairs… we have to go”, you finally let out and glanced down at your husband as pinched your nipples between his finger tips. “When has that ever stopped us”, he slyly laughs. In one swift motion, he turned you around pulling your back into his chest pulling down your skirt. You couldn’t even get words of protest out, Harry had his hands wrapped around your neck and was already freeing himself from his pants and boxers. He pulled your panties to the side and let out a hiss as he watched a string of your arousal stretch from your dripping flower to his fingers.

“Baby please just do something”, you huffed out a soft moan as you waited in anticipation. The grip around your throat tightened as he entered you, both of you letting out a sigh of relief. Harry completely bottomed out inside of you, touching that special spot that only he could. Your walls clenched around him, holding him in snug almost as if your pussy was begging him not to leave. Normally the two you were very vocal during sex from dirty talk to his loud moans and your even louder cries of pleasure. However you both knew that wasn’t possible right now and kept your moans down as much as you could. Harry was not making it easy though and the noise coming from the two of your bodies colliding were basty in the best ways possible. With every thrust of Harry’s hip you could hear your wetness coating Harry dick and as Harry picked up the speed his balls roughly tapped on your clit, only adding to your pleasure. You could barely form thoughts let alone sentence, Harry was literally fucking you silly and using your G-Spot as punching bag for his dick, The sounds and the pleasure were clearly getting to Harry as well, the grip he had on your hips grew tighter and his eyes were squeezed shut.

“Bloody fucking hell you’re so tight around me, can’t even take it”, he groans and throws his head back as he roughly draws your hips into his. It didn’t even feel like it was possible but Harry picked up the speed of his thrust continuing the assault on your poor needy pussy even further. The pleasure was all too much and that oh so familiar feeling hit the pit of your stomach and you were starting to lose your composure. Your moans were getting increasingly louder and your grip on Harry was growing tighter. Harry knew his wife and he knew your dam was getting closer and closer to breaking and he was determined to get you there. He placed a hand over your mouth and moved his other hands down to your clit rubbing it in slow circles. “ Look at you” he cooed cockily, “Taking me so fucking well like a good girl should. Barely let out a scream ‘cus you don’t want your parents to hear how much of a cock whore you are”. He knew you wouldn’t last long with the way he was talking to you and he was absolutely correct because his words were driving you insane. As the pressure was continued building up in your stomach, you felt the telling twitch in Harry’s dick that let you know he was approaching his end too.

“Gonna give me what I want uh? Gonna cum all over my cock and let me cum in that tight little pussy of yours. You gotta hold it in.. don’t want to leave any drops for our guest to find huh? Gonna be a good girl and hold all my cum in you?”, Harry grunted into your ear as you whimpered against his hands. You were seeing stars and feeling butterflies in the pit of your stomach and you knew it was only a matter of time before you both came undone.” Oh baby”, you whined and your head fell down as the pressure from your stomach finally was released as your orgasm spilled out all over Harry’s dick and thighs. The gushing feeling from your orgasm and your weak whimpers and cries drove Harry overboard, burying his face in your neck and his roughly groaning as he released inside of you. The two of you stayed connected for a bit, thighs stuck together thanks to your shared orgasm with Harry’s arm wrapped around your waist supporting both of your weights up as you composed yourselves. When he finally pulled out of you, you kept every drop he gave you tucked inside your tight walls just as promised.

“So those Pumpkin Seeds huh”

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Oooh! For the Charlie Weasley prompt list, 5, 8, and 14, where the reader and charlie have lowkey had feelings for each other for a long time, but then he went to Romania, but finally the reader is about to go into their last year, and they're spending summer at the burrow when Charlie comes back and they talk about being together after the reader graduates

Next Year

Charlie Weasley x Reader

Summary: You had always been close to the Weasley family, and the second-oldest, dragon-loving brother was no exception. He was a few years ahead of you, tall, funny, and ruggedly handsome — all that you could ever want in a boy. It was a shame he didn’t feel the same way. But could one summer together at the Burrow change all that?

Prompts:

5) There’s always next year.

8) I never forgot you.

14) Is that my jumper?

“Y/N! Y/N! Over here!”

You turned to see Ginny Weasley calling to you from the entrance of the Burrow. At her side was a broom and a dustpan. Mrs. Weasley had probably asked her to sweep the front porch.

“Ginny!” you exclaimed, running over to her. You had apparated to the Burrow with nothing but a small suitcase, so it didn’t take long for you to reach her.

“Oh, I’ve missed you so much!” the young red-headed girl gushed as she pulled you into a hug.

“Where is everybody?” you asked when she finally let go of you.

“Percy, Ron, and Harry are upstairs cleaning the bedrooms with Mum,” Ginny answered. “Hermione was helping me out here, but she went inside to grab paper towels for the windows.”

“And Fred and George?”

“They went out with Charlie. I’m not sure when they’ll be back.”

“Charlie’s here?” you asked in surprise. “I thought you said he wasn’t coming. In your letter.”

“Huh, I probably made a mistake,” she said. “I meant to write that Bill wasn’t coming home this summer, not Charlie.”

“Oh,” you said. Part of you was excited to see Charlie again, but another part of you dreaded it. You hadn’t seen him since the end of your fifth year at Hogwarts, an entire year ago. You had finished your fifth year when he finished his seventh, and he headed straight for Romania after that. He had left immediately after graduation, not even staying to spend one more summer with you.

It was not like he had any reason to spend another summer with you. You were only a family friend, after all. The Weasleys had loads of family friends, and you were no different. Charlie probably thought of you like he did Harry or Hermione. But you couldn’t help but wish that he thought of you as something more than that.

You were heartbroken when he left, but you didn’t let it show. You spent that summer with your family, who missed you dearly when you were away at school. You had a happy time, taking trips and enjoying the company of those you love, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that Charlie was gone.

When fall came, you returned to Hogwarts to begin your sixth year. You had school to occupy you — and you were very busy with that, being your studious and ambitious self — but you never let go of the memory of Charlie Weasley. You often looked back at why you fell for him in the first place.

You had met in your first year and his third. As members of the same house, you saw each other frequently and became fast friends. Over the years, you became acquainted with the rest of the Weasley siblings and grew to consider them your second family. You spent parts of your school breaks at the Burrow, and your muggle parents became close friends with the Weasleys as well. It was hard not to fall for Charlie when you were constantly around him and his wonderful family.

Though he was two years older than you, he treated you like an equal, not like some bothersome younger sister. He was kind and respectful and had a love for animals. In your mind, he was perfect. But you never had the courage to tell him so. You were always too embarrassed about your crush and too scared that your feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated. He never showed any signs that he fancied you, so why would you humiliate yourself by admitting that you fancied him?

“I’ll take that for you, dear,” someone said, breaking you from your thoughts. You looked up to see that Arthur Weasley had come out of the house and was reaching for your suitcase.

“Thanks, Mr. Weasley!” you said, handing over the suitcase. “I assume I’ll be staying in Bill’s room since he’s not here?”

“Sure are,” he replied. “He’s been so busy at Gringotts. They just shipped him out to Egypt not even a week ago.” Mr. Weasley smiled broadly, clearly proud of his son.

“Wow, Egypt?” you marvel. “Bill must be some curse-breaker.”

“He sure is,” said Molly Weasley, joining the throng conversing on the front steps. “Hello, Y/N. How are you, dear?”

You stepped into Mrs. Weasley’s outstretched arms and told her that you had never been better. School was swell, your friends were keeping you sane, and there was nothing getting you down. She seemed happy at your reply and led the way back into the house.

Inside, you greeted Ron, Hermione, Harry and Percy. Unlike Ginny, whom you haven’t seen since Christmas holiday, you saw the four the them at school everyday. Percy was a year younger than you, and Ron, Harry, and Hermione were itty bitty soon-to-be second years. You were happy that Ginny would be starting at Hogwarts in the fall. Your last year would be her first, but at least you could go to school with her for one year.

For the rest of the day, you helped the family tidy up the house and prepare supper. When evening rolled around, Charlie, Fred, and George returned from wherever it was they went to. Fred and George said hello to you first, before heading upstairs to work on a new prank idea. Charlie was the last to approach you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said. “Long time, no see.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, looking up at him. He hadn’t changed a bit. Same messy red hair, same freckles dotting his face. He was as handsome as ever. You quickly looked away, feeling the heat creep up your neck. The last thing you wanted was to out yourself on having a crush on Charles Weasley, especially in front of Charlie himself and his family.

“Hey, Y/N!” called Ron. “Wanna play a game of chess before dinner?”

“Sure,” you answer gratefully. You wanted any excuse to distance yourself from Charlie. Being around him only intensified your feelings for him.

After a heated round of chess, which Ron, the strategic genius, obviously won, Mrs. Weasley announced that dinner was ready. Everyone took their seats at the table, you squeezing yourself in between George and Ginny. To your dismay, Charlie chose the chair directly across from you.

He flashed you a smile. You smiled back weakly before quickly looking down at your plate. Act normal, you told yourself. When you still went to school with Charlie, you had gotten the same nervous, fluttery feeling whenever you were around him. After he left to pursue his dream job in Romania, he wasn’t nearby to make your stomach do somersaults anymore. It had been a full year since you felt this dizzying feeling, and now it was all rushing back to you.

“You okay, Y/N?” asked Hermione, who was sitting next to Charlie.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

You looked around and quickly realized that everyone had already piled food on top of their plates, but yours was still empty. How long had you been sitting there?

“Right,” you said as you picked up a serving spoon, about to dish mashed potatoes onto your plate. “I was thinking about someone, and I guess I zoned out for a bit.”

Hermione raised her eyebrow at you. “Who were you thinking about?”

You froze. You replayed your words and realized that you had accidentally said you were thinking about someone instead of something.

“Did I say someone?” you asked with a laugh, attempting to pass off your error as a simple mistake. “I meant something.”

“Sure you did,” Ginny teased, winking at you.

You rolled your eyes at her. You acted as if it was all a joke, but you were dying of embarrassment on the inside. You hoped you weren’t being too obvious.

“Pass me the green beans, Y/LN,” Charlie said.

You felt your face burning as you handed over the green beans. Even though you didn’t touch him, extending your hand that close to his sent electricity through you.

“Thank you,” Charlie said cheekily.

You spared him a glance, flashing him a smile. You were trying to act as casual as possible, but it was difficult when your stomach churned every time you looked at him. There was no denying to yourself that you were crushing hard.

After dinner was done, you helped Mrs. Weasley wash up. When everything was cleaned and put away, you headed over to the living room, where Fred, George, and Charlie were playing cards around the coffee table. Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny were talking upstairs, Percy was in his room reading, and the Weasley parents had decided to retire for the night.

“Can I play?” you asked, taking a seat next to Fred.

“Sure,” he answered, not looking up from his deck. “Next game.”

“So, where did you guys go earlier today?” you questioned.

“We just went to town,” George replied nonchalantly. “Fred and I needed to get some stuff for our next prank, and Charlie offered to take us.”

You hummed in response. It made you feel warm inside to know that Charlie was so attentive with his siblings. Family was very important to you, and you were glad it was important to him as well. Just another reason for you to fall even harder for him. Godric, why did he have to be so perfect?

The boys continued to play. The game finally ended when both Fred and Charlie ran out of cards, leaving George the winner. You began picking up the cards and shuffling them, preparing to deal them to everyone.

Before you could complete your task, however, George interrupted. “Actually, Fred and I are going upstairs to work on our new idea.”

Giving them a wave goodbye, you watched as the two younger boys got up from the coffee table and headed upstairs.

“You and me?” Charlie asked, a mischievous smile on his face

“Sure,” you replied.

You handed him his cards, and the two of you began to play. You were both concentrated on the game, and the only noise that could be heard was the sound of cards slapping on the table.

“So, how have you been?” Charlie asked, trying to make conversation.

“I’ve been good,” you responded. “You?”

“Never been better. Working at the dragon sanctuary has been a dream come true.”

You were genuinely happy to hear that he loved his job and his new life. Although, you wished you could be a bigger part of it. Charlie wasn’t much of a writer, and he hardly sent letters to his family, let alone his friends. You had written to him once when he was away, and he had responded. That was the extent of your communication over the last year. You didn’t bother to send another letter, fearing coming off as clingy or obsessed. When he failed to write to you again, you knew you had made the right decision.

“Wanna tell me more about Romania?” you asked, setting your cards down.

“Sure!” he answered enthusiastically. “But can we sit on the couch? My bum is sore from sitting on the floor.”

The two of you moved to the sofa and sat about a foot away from each other. He told you all about his experiences working with dragons. He went into detail about the training process, the proper way to handle a baby dragon, and the different breeds he got to study. You smiled as he talked, enjoying the way his eyes lit up whenever he discussed something he was passionate about.

“So, what about you?” he asked finally. “What have you been up to?”

“Well, I just finished my sixth year, which you already knew,” you said. “I aced most of my exams, I was invited into the Slug Club, and I’m currently working towards becoming Head Girl.”

“Wow, that’s amazing,” Charlie said. “You must be proud of yourself.”

“I am proud. Exhausted, but proud. Sometimes I wonder how I got this far. I look back at all the hard work I put in and still can’t figure out how I managed to do all that.”

“You’re pretty incredible,” said Charlie. “If anyone could accomplish that much, it would be you.” He paused. “Well, maybe also Percy. He’s a know-it-all.”

You blushed at his compliment. “Thanks, Charlie.” When you first told him about your achievements, you were worried he would think you were bragging. But his kind words put your fears at ease, reassuring you that it was okay to be happy for yourself and to want to share your goals and successes with others.

“You know, we should keep in touch more when I go back to Romania,” he said.

“Agreed. We hardly exchanged two letters in the past year.”

Charlie smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I sort of didn’t write to anyone at all. I mean, unless they wrote to me first.”

“It’s alright,” you reassured him. “You were probably too busy taming dragons or something,” you teased.

“I never forgot you,” he said, as if he had to make sure you knew his lack of communication wasn’t personal.

You felt your breath hitch. You knew he was probably only saying because he felt guilty for not sending letters to someone who obviously wanted to, but you secretly wished he had meant something more by those words. Did he miss you when he was away? Or did he just feel bad for cutting off a family friend who was desperate for company? Could he sense how you felt about him?

“I know,” you said. “You don’t have to feel bad for not writing. I know it’s nothing against me.” You really hoped he didn’t pity you or think you were pathetic. Your Gryffindor confidence truly gave out on you when you were around him.

“I-it’s not that,” he stammered. “It’s just, well, um.”

“It’s just what?” you questioned. Since when did Charlie Weasley get so tongue-tied?

“I, uh, I want you to know that I never forgot about you,” he finally spitted out, red in the face. “You’re, you’re different to me.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Was Charlie Weasley, the boy you’ve been swooning over for years, confessing his feelings for you?

“Different how?” you asked, wanting him to get to the point. You needed to know how he felt about you, but you were slightly afraid of the outcome. What if it was all a misunderstanding? What if you had been reading the situation wrong, and he didn’t actually have feelings for you?

“Well, you’re like a friend,” Charlie began slowly. He seemed to have regained his natural confidence and composure. “But more than that.”

You stared at him, unable to speak.

“You’re like family,” he went on, “but I don’t see you as my sister or anything like that. I see you more as someone I could fancy, or rather, someone I do fancy.”

You were dumbstruck. The boy you were head-over-heels for actually liked you back. He had said it himself. He fancied you. No one else, you.

“Could you please say something?” Charlie asked.

You looked down to see him fidgeting with his hands. Was he really that anxious? The calmest person you knew was nervous around you?

“I can’t believe you just said that,” you said, looking him in the eyes. Those gorgeous brown eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, turning red again. “Forget I said anything.”

“No, no, it’s not like that!” you hurriedly told him. “I like you, too.”

“You do?” he asked, breaking into a grin that could make you melt into the ground.

“Yes, I do. I’ve liked you for a long time, but I never had the courage to say anything. I didn’t think you felt the same way.”

“Same here,” Charlie admitted. “I’ve liked you for a while, but it felt wrong of me to say so. You are my friend, after all. Plus, you’re two years younger than me.”

You nodded in agreement. You often questioned if it would be wrong to date someone who wasn’t your age. Would people think weirdly of you and Charlie if the two of you were in a relationship? Would either of you get in trouble?

You couldn’t help yourself from asking, “How long have you liked me for?” You were still flabbergasted and didn’t think you’d ever get over the news.

“Well, I’m not sure. Maybe since my sixth year? Although, it could’ve been before that. We were always such close friends that I didn’t notice when platonic feelings started to turn into something more.”

You nodded in understanding. “I get it. Although, I can’t say it was the same for me. My feelings for you weren’t gradual like that. I knew I liked you all at once. From the moment we first met, actually.”

“Oh, did you?” he teased. “Did you find me that charming?”

“Oh, shut it, you git,” you said while rolling your eyes at him. It felt nice to banter with him without the awkward tension from before. Knowing that he shared your feelings made it easier for you to talk to him.

“So, what now?” Charlie asked you. “Are we dating or...?”

“Well, you have to ask me out first, don’t you?” you said playfully, trying to hide your smile.

He let out a loud sigh. “If I must.”

“Go on,” you said with a smirk. You had missed his goofy side when you were apart from him.

“Y/N Y/LN, will you go out with me?” he asked dramatically.

You rolled your eyes again. “Yes, you doof. I will go out with you.”

He beamed. “Brilliant!”

You smiled back at him, reaching for his hands. You gripped his hands in yours and looked into his eyes. Those soft, brown eyes that never failed to make you weak in the knees.

“But what will your family think?” you questioned, finally breaking his gaze.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Will your family be okay with this?”

“I’ve, uh, already told my parents about you,” you said sheepishly. “They’ve known I liked you for a long time, so they won’t have a problem with us dating. It’s your family I’m worried about.”

Charlie nodded. “Maybe we shouldn’t tell them? Not now, at least?”

“That would probably be best,” you agreed. “I don’t particularly want to deal with their judgement right now.”

Just then, the thudding of footsteps coming down the stairs could be heard.

“Charlie, Y/N, it’s bedtime!” Ron called from the landing. “Mum told me to tell you!”

“We’re coming, Ron!” Charlie shouted back. He turned to you. “So, I guess we’re keeping this a secret?”

“Guess so.”

That night, you couldn’t sleep as you laid in bed. You didn’t have to share Bill’s room with anybody, so you were utterly alone with your thoughts. Part of you was too excited to sleep. You couldn’t believe you were dating Charlie Weasley, the boy of your dreams. But part of you was also terrified of what the Weasleys would say once they found out. You already knew they liked you; you had been a friend of their children for a long time. And Charlie was their own son. But would a relationship be too much?

Aside from your worries about Charlie’s family, thoughts about how to make a relationship with him work also occupied your mind. He would be returning to the dragon reserve in Romania at the end of the summer, and you would be starting your last year at Hogwarts. Would you break up? Would you do long-distance? How would you make it work?

The next morning, everything proceeded as usual. You had breakfast with the Weasleys, along with Ron and Hermione, of course, and helped with the dishes afterward. You spent the rest of the day spending time with everyone, particularly Charlie. The two of you snuck off whenever you could, but it was difficult finding time to be alone with so many people at the Burrow.

The rest of the summer went accordingly. You spent your days playing games with the younger children, helping Mr. and Mrs. Weasley around the house, and enjoying quiet moments with Charlie. During your time alone, the two of you talked, made plans, and fell deeper in love with each other. You were infatuated with him, and he felt the same about you. Both of you dreaded the end of the summer, when you would eventually have to part ways.

You would miss the hot nights laying in the field, counting fireflies together. You would miss the sweet way you held each other’s hands underneath the dinner table. You would miss the rise and fall of his chest when he had fallen asleep on the banks of the nearby pond after a long afternoon of splashing around. You would miss the blush that crept up his cheeks when you caught him staring at you when he thought you weren’t looking. You would miss him, everything about him.

The last day of summer crept closer and closer. Before you knew it, it was your final night at the Burrow. You were set to leave with Percy, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny early the next morning. A part of you was excited to finally start your last year at Hogwarts, knowing that this would bring you another step closer to your adult life. Some days, there was nothing you wanted more than to be done with school and to start working in the wizarding world. You weren’t sure if you wanted to be a healer or an auror or some other profession, but you knew you wanted to make a difference and do good things for others. But another part of you was saddened. You didn’t want to leave the warmth and comfort of the Burrow. You didn’t want the carefree summer days to be nothing but a distant memory. And you didn’t want your blossoming relationship with Charlie to come to a close either.

It was past midnight, and you were the only one awake. Having had trouble falling asleep, you had gone down to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. After downing your drink, you had decided to perch on the sofa to contemplate your current situation. Physically, you were exhausted from a long day of frolicking in the fields and slinging rocks into the pond, the perfect end to the perfect summer. Mentally, you were restless as thoughts ran wild through your head. What would happen when you returned to school and Charlie went back to Romania? Your body was telling you to sleep, but your mind was keeping you up. You would be able to sleep on the train the next day, anyway.

“Y/N?” a voice sounded through the silence. “Why are you up?”

You broke free of your thoughts and glanced up to see Charlie staring back at you from the foot of the stairs.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you shrugged. “Went down for some water and decided to sit here.”

Charlie grinned before plopping down next to you. “Well, then, I’m glad I happened to wake up just now. We can have one more moment together before we both leave tomorrow.”

You smiled back at him. “I think one more moment with you is just what I need right now.”

“What’s on your mind, love?” he asked as he draped his arm around you.

You snuggled closer to his side. “Nothing much. I was just thinking about us. What’s going to happen after tomorrow?”

You peered into Charlie’s eyes and found that he looked utterly content, relaxed even. Was he not fazed by the idea of having to leave you?

“Well, you’re going back to school,” he began, “and I’m going back to the sanctuary.”

“But what about us?”

“We’ll do long-distance, I guess,” he answered with a shrug. “I don’t want to break up or anything.”

You smiled at that and leaned up to give him a peck on the cheek. You were glad he wasn’t too worried. It eased your nerves to see how well he was handling this. “I don’t want to break up either. But you better write me, you git.”

Charlie smirked. “Alright, I’ll write you.”

You punched him playfully. “You better.”

The two of you stayed on the couch for a while, just enjoying being close to each other. You rested your head on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat. Its rhythmic pounding soothed you, let you know that everything was going to be okay.

“Hey, is that my jumper?” Charlie finally spoke, gesturing to knitted red garment you wore.

You grinned sheepishly, looking down at the jumper that hung oversized on you. “I wanted to have a piece of you before we go our separate ways. I didn’t think you’d miss it too much. You have a bunch of them.”

“You can keep it, love,” he said with a grin. “It looks better on you anyway.”

“Thanks, Charlie,” you replied happily. You knew he wouldn’t have minded you taking his jumper, but it was nice to hear him say it himself. Something about the way he said it looked better on you made you cling onto him even tighter.

You and Charlie fell asleep on the couch that night, entangled in each other’s arms. In the morning, you were awakened by the sound of stomping footsteps and rowdy laughter as the other children got ready to leave. Soon enough, Molly Weasley was ushering you and Charlie to get ready as well. She didn’t seem at all surprised to see the two of you sleeping on the sofa together. Like everyone else in the house, she knew of your relationship without having to be told.

Charlie decided to accompany you and rest of the returning Hogwarts troupe to the train station. He didn’t want to miss seeing you off, wanting to say goodbye one last time. By the time you reached Platform 9 3/4, it was finally hitting you that you would be leaving him again. But this time, it hurt a little less because you knew you wouldn’t be leaving behind an unrequited love. You would be leaving your boyfriend, someone who did feel the same way and would never stop caring about you no matter the distance.

Your goodbye was bittersweet. You were thrilled to be parting ways as two people who were dating at long last, but you were dismayed to leave him at all.

“Did you pack my jumper?” Charlie asked as he pulled you into one last hug.

“Sure did,” you grinned at him. “I’m going to miss you, Charlie.”

“I’ll miss you too,” he said, planting a kiss into your hair. “But there’s always next year.”

You finally pulled away and boarded the Hogwarts Express with the others. Sitting in between Ginny and Hermione, you waved out the window frantically as the train pulled out of the station. You continued to wave as the train continued to chug forward until the figures of Charlie, Molly, and Arthur Weasley became nothing but specks on the platform.

Tired from staying up late the night before, you allowed yourself to shut your eyes during the ride to school. As you were drifting off to sleep, the last words Charlie had said to you turned over and over again in your mind. But there’s always next year. He was right. Although you’d be apart for your last year at Hogwarts and his second year in Romania, you had your whole future ahead of you. You had the rest of your lives to be together, so it didn’t matter that you weren’t together now. You sank deeper and deeper into a peaceful slumber, letting the noise of the train inching along the tracks and the thoughts of your future with Charlie lull you to sleep.

#charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasley #charlie weasley x you #charlie weasley x y/n #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #charlie weasley fanfiction #weasley fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction

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marvel-sluts · 3 years

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Christmas with the avengers

pairing: avengers x teen!reader, Peter Parker x reader.

warnings: maybe some swearing?

summary: your first Christmas with both the avengers and with Peter, what could possibly go wrong?

a/n: merry Christmas everyone! this is absolute shit but I wanted to write something Christmassy, I hope you all like it!

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you hadn't been part of the avengers long when you started dating Peter, causing this to be your first Christmas with the both of them.

you get dressed in the matching Christmas jumpers you and Peter both had, because apparently it was tradition in the avengers tower to wear Christmas jumpers on Christmas day, so you had both agreed to wear the matching jumpers. (see gif)

you pulled on a pair of jeans and tied your hair up in a ponytail, with a small peice tinsel wrapped around your hairband. you did light makeup with f/c (fave colour) of eyeshadow.

you walk out of your room in the avengers tower and bump into Thor and Loki, heading to the kitchen.

"hello lady y/n, you look ravishing. I love your jumper." Thor said smiling at you.

"thanks Thor, you look good too." you say smiling at him.

"I like the tinsel" Loki muttered to you on the way past. you and him had become quite close over the past few months you have spent at the tower, but it still shocked you that he would say something like that with Thor around. normally he was a lot quieter in the shadow of his older brother.

"thanks loki." you say cheerfully, getting into the lift with them.

when the three of you get to the living room and kitchen you go your separate ways. Thor to the kitchen, no doubt to raid the cupboards of poptarts and you and Loki to the living room. you take a seat next to your boyfriend and smile at him.

"you look amazing" Peter says, looking at you lovingly.

"so do you." you say giggling.

"I know" he said, pretending to do a hair flick. but failing miserably and accidentally hitting himself in the face.

you laugh at him, and he looks at you with those puppy dog eyes that you can never resist. "sorry love" you say before kissing his cheek where he hit himself.

both of you head to the kitchen and after collectively deciding on cereal for breakfast, you go back into the living room with bowls full.

just as you both sat down on the sofa at your previous spots, Tony came in with Morgan trailing behind him, also wearing matching Christmas jumpers. "Merry Christmas everyone!" he says, sitting next to Steve and Bucky on the sofa.

Morgan runs over to you and attemps to scramble onto your lap. after realising what she was trying to do you help her get up and she sits on you happily.

Morgan had begun to like you in the short time you had been here, you were good with kids and would often play with her causing you two to become immediate friends. she was your little partner in crime and the pair of you would often adopt Loki to help prank Tony and Steve.

"I know its Christmas but there is a lot to get done, Pepper, Wanda and Bucky are on cooking duty first and then we will rotate, check this peice of paper that was kindly provided by Bruce for the timetable. everything else should have been done already."

"I can't wait to see what I got from Santa!" Morgan squealed excitedly, eyeing the pile of presents under the tree.

"I'm offended" you say dramatically, "are you not exited to see what I got you?" you asked laughing.

"yep, I'm exited for all the presents!" she said before getting off of your lap and running into the kitchen to 'help' with the cooking.

after half an hour of chatting and crimes cookies Nat decided she was bored.

"who wants to play Christmas games?" she shouts holding up a box. you glance at the box before bursting out laughing.

"o-deer! really?" Sam said, laughing at what happened last time you played it.

"do you remember Rhodes last time, he looked like he was going to take off." Scott said laughing.

"erm, excuse me. but who won?" Rhodes said pointing to himself. "this guy, so don't get ahead of yourselves." he said.

"I personally think I'm gonna win this time" you say sticking your tongue out at Rhodes.

"not gonna happen doll" Bucky called from the kitchen.

"just watch me win" you say.

everyone comes in from the kitchen and takes a break from cooking to play.

you all take turns having the antlers and throwing the hoops, when both you and Peter had finished you both collapsed on the sofa. he put his arm around you and you nestled your face in his chest, breathing in his warm sent.

after Nat announced that the winner was Wanda (everyone thinks she used her powers, although she swears that she didn't) you changed around kitchen duty, next up it was you, Peter and Steve.

Vision had mysteriously disappeared from the cooking rota, despite the fact that Wanda had been helping his cooking skills he couldn't seem to get any better.

you got started on the brussel sprouts, how anyone could eat them was beyond you but apparently some people *cough* Sam *cough* liked them.

Peter had gotten started on the stuffing, making the mixture and rolling it into balls. whenever he would walk past u he would kiss you on the forehead, or whatever part of you that was facing him at the time. Steve was watching this behaviour and wasn't sure to find it cute or disgusting.

Steve was getting busy with the mashed potatoes and checking on the turkey every once in a while.

a gasp echoed through the kitchen as you burnt your hand on the oven attempting to check on the turkey per Steve's request.

"what happe-" pete asked trailing off when he say u nursing your hurt hand, "oh baby, are you okay? did you burn it? don't worry it will be okay. I'll get some ice for it" he said, completely freaking out.

you watching him frantically searching for some ice for a minute before saying "don't worry petey, it's fine. it's only a burn. and it doesn't hurt that badly" you say giggling at how concerned he was.

"but what if it gets infected? or if it swells up?" he asked finally managing to find some ice and putting it on your hand.

"honestly, you kids." Steve says rolling his eyes and chuckling. "are you sure you are alright y/n?" he asks, his eyebrows knitting in concern.

"yeah I'm sure" you say, smiling up at him.

"okay" he says checking on the turkey himself.

you checked the clock "our shift ended five minutes ago! those little fuckers didn't tell us!" you say taking off the apron. you go into the living room and find Morgan and Loki laughing on the sofa.

"I'm truly sorry Lady y/n, it was my shift next and I didn't want to do it." Loki said, smirking at you.

"your not sorry" you say.

"no, your right, I'm not" he said, grinning again.

you roll your eyes and resume your earlier position on the sofa, Peter sitting next to you.

"secret santa!" came a shout from the doorway, you looked up to see that it was Tony. he was carrying the secret santa presents in his arms and Clint and Rhodes were behind him also carrying armfuls of presents.

Morgan jumped up from her seat next to Bruce squealing excitedly.

"don't we have to wait for our special guests to get here?" Pepper asked eyeing Tony.

"oops I forgot, yes we do" Tony said putting down the presents bashfully.

"what special guests?" you ask, having not heard about this at all.

"you will see" Tony said, with a shit eating grin.

about ten minutes later a knock was heard at the door.

Vision gets up to answer it and you soon here a shout from the doorway.

"do not fear, Christmas is saved. for the overrated king of wakanda and his amazing and beautiful genuis sister is here!"

"SHURI!" you and Peter both yell in unison.

"it is I" she said flicking her hair (and actually succeeding) before running to hug the two of you.

"not that anyone has noticed but I'm also here" Doctor Strange says from the doorway.

Tony and Bruce look up from talking to T'Challa and go over to shake hands with Strange.

"presents now?" Morgan asks, tugging on Tony's trouser leg.

"yes sweetie, go over and open some of them." Tony says. patting her on her head and sending her on her way.

everyone gathers around the tree and watches Morgan open her presents from santa. when she has finished you give her a wrapped package with some art supplies in. she jumps up and hugs you with a massive grin on her face.

then someone (you guess Scott but your not sure) yells secret santa.

everyone gets the presents they had gotten for their secret santa, you had gotten Thor and after asking for help from Peter you ended up making him something. when it was time for you to give thor his present you presented a wrapped up package. it was a knitted jumper with tiny hammers and lightning bolts on it.

he opened the present with a massive grin on his face and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

"thanks you Lady y/n, I couldn't have asked for anything better."

"your welcome Thor" you said, smiling up at him.

when everyone was done with the secret santa, you had received a few scented bath bombs and a silver snake ring from Natasha, some people trickled out to go and help in the kitchen.

you handed Peter a package wrapped in red paper, "here you go Petey" you say.

he takes it and opens it, you had given him a watch with the millennium falcon on the inside of it.

"thanks baby, I love it!" he says hugging you tightly and kissing you square on the lips. "you will get yours tonight" he says with a grin.

not even five minutes had passed when a yell was heard from the kitchen.

"you idiot, you were meant to take out the turkey while we were opening the presents!" Sam yelled.

"well its not my fault that the timer didn't go off!" Clint yelled back.

"FRIDAY, did you set the timer like I asked you to?" Sam asked.

"you never asked me to set a timer sir" FRIDAY replied.

"shit" Sam muttered kicking the table in frustration.

after a few minutes of chaos Steve managed to find a ham in the back of the fridge, everyone decided that the ham was the best thing to have so you cooked it up and it didn't get burnt.

everyone gathered around the table, the food was delicious, and you almost couldn't tell that there wasn't a turkey.

"hey Bucky, could you pass me the potatoes please?" you asked. piling your plate high with good food.

once everyone was done eating you all sat in the living room and put on a Christmas movie.

you and Peter wanted to watch the muppets Christmas Carol but you both were outvoted and you ended up watching the Nightmare before Christmas.

Tony got the movie set up and you curled into Peter. an hour later when the movie was finished you were still in the same position, you were very happy next to Peter with him stroking your hair lovingly. you buried your head further into his chest until you had to upstairs to bed.

Peter offered to carry you and you glad fully accepted, completely worn out from the chaos filled day.

when you had both gotten up to your bedroom he presented a wrapped up gift from his pocket.

"I'm not done with you yet y/n" he says with a grin on his face.

you open the package and inside find a box. upon opening it you find a beautiful silver heart locket. you open up the locket to find that Peter had already put a picture inside, it was a picture of you and him on Valentines day, on the date that he had set up for the two of you.

"omg, Pete I absolutely love it!" you say with a massive grin on your face, "can you put it on me?" you ask.

"turn around" he says, taking the necklace from you and clasping it up. "all done"

he spins you around and you land in his arms, he kisses you passionately and you kiss back just as fiercely. the kiss was filled with passion and promises.

that night you fall asleep in his arms, with a massive grin on your face.

you couldn't have wished for a better Christmas, even if it did include burnt turkey.

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what-the-stories-have-foretold · 3 years

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Mabon Celebration

Oruggio x gn!reader

Autumn Celebration: Wed. 22.09.21 Mabon, Witch Hat Atelier (Harvest celebration)

My Navigation is here.

Warnings: alcohol is mentioned (cider), but that´s about it

Note: Link to the Autumn Festival Masterlist.

Note 2: Guess who put olive oil instead of vegetable oil into their apple pie crust 💀 If I'm lucky, it's not noticable with the filling and everything...

Wordcount: 1k+

You woke up before dawn. Carefully picking up Oruggio´s arm that he had lazily thrown over your body and moving it to rest beside him, you stood up from your shared bed. You left the room in quiet steps. The moment the door had softly closed behind you, you quickly walked down the creaking stairs to go outside. You brought water from the well into the kitchen and prepared a porridge for breakfast. When you finished, the sun had already coloured the sky in orange and red, like autumn leaves carried by the wind. You leaned out of the window and closed your eyes, enjoying the way the smell of breakfast mixed with the smell of corn and forest. Only a few seconds passed, and you could already hear the first pair of feet running through the Atelier.

“Professooor (Y/N)!” Tetia exclaimed, standing at the door, panting, one hand placed on the frame. You turned around, a smile already on your lips.

“Good morning, Tetia.”

Her lips stretched to a bright smile.

“Good morning to you too. Today is finally the day, right?”

“What do you mean?”, the tired, but curious voice of Coco chimed in behind her.

“Good morning, Coco,” you said, moving to set the table.

“You don´t know?” Tetia asked nearly appalled. Coco shook her head. “It´s the autumn equinox, where day and night are the same length. Us witches call it Mabon.”

“It´s like the harvest celebrations in the villages. We thank the summer for what it has brought us,” you explained.

Coco´s eyes lit up.

“A harvest celebration?” she whispered excitedly.

“Yes! Harvest and the coming winter…I can´t believe you didn´t know this with how much you read…” Tetia added.

“Well, I want to pass my next test as soon as possible, so it´s not exactly a priority on my list.”

“But it should be, after all, traditions and their meanings are just as important as creating a spell. Understanding where specific spells came from and why they are important.” The girls turned around and you looked up to nod at Quiffrey. “And knowing (Y/N), I´m certain we will be doing something magnificent today.” He said, clapping his hands.

You laughed:

“You know, this is actually your job.”

But before Quiffrey could answer you already found yourself in front of two girls looking at you with big eyes.

“Really? Did you plan something? What did you plan?”

“First breakfast,” yawned Oruggio walking into the kitchen, with Riche and Agethe trailing behind him.

After porridge, which had been filled with Tetia´s excited chatter and Coco´s questions, you stood up to put everything away.

“I thought it would be a nice idea to visit an apple orchard,” you finally announced and Coco and Tetia immediately sat up in excitement, their attention now fully on you. You looked over to Oruggio who used their inattentiveness to, at last, flee their incessant questions. “And after that you four can make apple juice, while I prepare dinner in the evening.”

“What about your apple cider?” Quiffrey asked, with hope in his eyes. You nodded.

“Yes, I will make that too, but now-“ you clapped your hands, “I want you all to get ready so we can leave in about fifteen minutes.” The moment you had finished the sentence, Tetia and Coco were up and gone.

The sweet scent of apples welcomed you in the garden of autumn dreams. Immediately, Tetia had taken Riche by the hand and dragged her away, holding her own basket tightly in her hand. Riche followed rather languidly, but she could not fully conceal the excitement in her eyes. For a while Coco stood awkwardly next to Agethe, until the dark-haired girl sighed dramatically and walked off as well. After motioning Coco to follow her, you realised that Quiffrey had disappeared between the trees too. You turned your head to smile at Oruggio who had been half leaning on an apple tree until now. For a second, his lips twitched to show you a gentle smile and he walked up behind you to encase you in a hug. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, groaning.

“Can we just stay here?"

“I need to make sure we have enough apples though, or do you not want any cider?”

He sighed into your shoulder, squeezing you for a second then letting you go, leaving only his arm to lazily rest around your waist.

You returned to the Atelier in the afternoon. As the girls were outside with Quiffrey, finding leaves and acorns to decorate the house with, you began preparing the last bits for the day. The apple pie was already baking in the oven, with leaves made of dough adorning it, and the dish, yellow and red from pumpkins, carrots and potatoes, was cooking on the stove. Sweet chestnuts were roasting over a little fire that Oruggio created a few steps away from you, the both of you simply basking in the comfort of the holiday. Soon the smell of fall filled the entire house.

Freshly baked bread already stood on the table when the girls came back, ornaments in their hair as well as decoration in their arms to place them around the kitchen. With the table now bedecked with cones and acorns, you placed the pot of mashed goods in the middle, steaming and of the colour of autumn. You had placed the apple pie on the windowsill to cool, so that it could be eaten soon after dinner.

Dusk fell red and warm. The days would now become progressively colder and darker. You sighed as you put away the dishes. Oruggio was hugging you from behind as you both listened to Quiffrey tell the girls a story of old lore in the next room. When the night was finally dark, and the girls had bid you a goodnight, Oruggio hummed into your neck, telling you to hurry up so you could go to bed as well. And as you settled into the beige sheets of your bed, locked between the arms of your love, his chest pressing against your back and his soft snores caressing your neck (he always fell asleep upon hitting the mattress), you smiled. Scooting closer, you too were welcomed by an autumn dream.

#atelier of witch hat #witch hat atelier #tongari booshi no atorie #tongari boushi no atelier #oruggio #orugio x reader #orugio #oruggio x reader #x gn!reader #what-the-stories-have-foretold #Autumn Festival Event

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pearl-blue-musings · 3 years

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Hi, can I order a steak (medium well) along with some mashed potatoes and broccoli (for two me and Ejirou Kirishima) thanks in advance 😌✨

You’ve got it darling!

For the record this is the last request with a third year au the next one will be college!

And again, 18+ only I cannot stress this enough

Warnings: some blood, oral female receiving, teasing, some nipple play, finger sucking and I got carried away AGAIN

Enjoy your meal!

You hadn’t meant to overhear the conversation in the common room that late, but you had. Those words that you never wanted to confirm were heard on full blast. Some of your classmates had opted to do some Saturday night shenanigans while you had wanted to study and prepare for your internship the next day. You were in line to be a sidekick with Mirko, considering your quirk was similar to hers. You had strolled down to get a quick glass of water when you heard.

“So Kirishima, we’re gonna graduate in about two months,” you hear Sero say slowly, “and you seriously still haven’t told her you have feelings for her?”

You had stopped at that moment, equal parts curious to how the red head would answer and nervous.

“Ah,” he starts out sheepishly. “I wasn’t planning on it. Gotta focus on becoming the best hero right?”

You hear the rest of his friends agree, albeit hesitantly. Some grumbles of him avoiding the question and being afraid to approach this mystery girl came after. You were about to walk in with a bit of confidence when Denki speaks up.

“Come on Kiri! Just tell Mina you like her already.”

Wait, what? Mina? But you and him...?

You wait for his answer, your heart on the edge of cracking open.

You see his cheeks start to match his dyed hair as he makes eye contact with the woman in question; she looks away too seemingly more embarrassed than Kirishima.

You hear the sound of glass breaking before you realize the sound had come from you, your feet covered in broken glass and cold water.

“(Y/n)!” Mina calls out, “Are you okay?”

“Here let me help.”

Your eyes meet ruby ones as Kirishima approaches you and begins to help you and Mina clean up. You suddenly can’t move as you feel parts of the glass scratch against your skin. It takes a while for the blood to surface on your leg.

“Peb-(Y/n) your leg! Mina, can you get us some bandages and another glass of water? I’ll take her to her room.”

“Kiri you don’t have to I have stuff in my ro-”

“I got you Kirishima! Hurry up and go, I’ll be there soon okay?”

You can’t do much other than look at the man who’s picked you up bridal style and took you toward the library. You still stayed silent, trying your hardest to keep you feelings at bay as the threat of tears becomes to prominent.

Kirishima presses the button for your floor. He wants to talk to you so badly, but he knows that you would rather speak in private and he can tell by your avoidance and the flutter of your eyes that you’re thinking hard about something. The elevator dings and slides open, revealing your floor. He knows how to get to your dorm room by heart and immediately goes to the right, two doors down.

Your room was unlocked so he walks you in quickly. He places you on your bed and kneels before you inspecting your leg. The cut isn’t too bad but he does find more on the top of your foot when he removes your sock.

“Kirishima...”

“Just let me help you, okay? I know you have some bandages on your desk, lemme get those.”

He gets up promptly and grabs what he needs. You still haven’t said much as he attends to your wounds. He knows that there’s a whole monologue going on in your head and he wants you to tell him everything you’re thinking.

His hands still linger on your leg, lightly tracing his handiwork and slowly moving to wrap his hand around your calf. He then brings it to his lips and leaves an open mouth kiss on it, licking the spot after.

“Kirishima,” you start.

“Talk to me, pebble,” he kisses your knee as his warm hands stay on your leg, barely moving. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

You can’t face him, not when he’s looking at you with the most adoration and lust and it’s confusing you. “I can’t,” you whisper.

Kirishima moves to your other leg, kissing that knee as he rubs his other hand farther up your thigh. “Yes you can, babe.”

You hiss at the feeling of his hands on lips on you, making your mind and inhibitions go. Your breathing gets shallow as you feel his warm breath.

“Ah, I, um.”

He meets your eyes finally and registers your body language. He pulls away and stands up. “Please, (Y/n) what’s wrong?”

“You haven’t told them.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

“Babe...”

“We’ve been together for awhile now and the only person who knows is Mina! And she got us together!” Your anger finally coming to the fore front of your emotions. “And people still think you like her. Still! Even after she came out to us.” Tears start to fall from your eyes. “I know I’m not as pretty as her and that she caught your attention first!”

“Pebble,” he mutters as his heart breaks at your words.

“You liked her first and dated for a bit which makes sense but,” you stutter over your words as tears cascade down your face. “Maybe everyone sees something I don’t because they would never consider me for you! I’m not good enough for you Eiji and you know it. Sero knows it, Denki knows it, and I bet Bakugou knows it too.”

“(Y/n) stop!” Kirishima places his hands on either side of your face collecting your tears. “How long have you felt like this? Damn it, why didn’t I notice you felt like this? I’m a terrible boyfriend,” he wipes your tears and places his forehead against yours.

You gaze up at him and try to calm your breathing. “A few weeks... I had heard a conversation from your friends, and it was similar to this and... I’m sorry I should’ve told you.”

Kirishima shakes his head against yours, “No babe, I messed up. I thought not telling everyone was better for us. We’ve got so much on our plates already and I didn’t want you to be overwhelmed with a public relationship. I thought I was doing the right thing for us. Please tell me you didn’t feel ignored did you?”

That got you to smile as the inflection in his voice changed. “No Eiji. I know you’re mine and I respect what you did but...”

“It hurts being compared to Mina, right? Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize they still think that.” He kisses your dry and tear covered lips softly, leaving no room for misinterpretation from the love he’s showing you.

You break away and mumble, “Personally I think Sero is projecting. He was the most accepting of her being bi you know?”

That gets a chuckle out of him as he leans away from you. “Heh, you think? Then that would make her really happy.” You look at him in confusion, not quite understanding what he’s implying. “Ah I never told you, or anyone really why we broke up did I? Well, we realized that yeah we care for each other but we both need different things. And we saw that we couldn’t be what the other wanted or needed so we ended things mutually.

“Plus she was totally crushing on Sero.”

Your jaw dropped at his confession. You can feel your heart leaving the previous edge it was on and calming down. “Huh,” you muse to yourself, “that explains why she looked so embarrassed by that.”

Kirishima looks at your ponderous face and smiles contently. He’s so happy to see this look on your face, where you think in the cutest way. Gah, now he’s starting to feel dumb for not announcing your relationship to the world. And honestly he wants to, but right now he wants to make you feel good. Real good.

He kneels back down to your legs, lightly placing his hands around your calves. You look down to him with your eyebrows furrowed. “Eiji? What are you doing?”

He kisses the inside of your calf and continues to kiss up your leg to your thigh. “I’m treating you like a princess right now because that’s what you need.” He bites lightly at the inside of your leg and smiles at the whine that leaves your lips. “And there’s no need to be quiet, I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

He pulls your hips to the edge of the bed, placing his hands on your thighs spreading your legs. He can already feel the warmth coming from your clothed sex, just waiting for him. He sucks in air through his teeth as he leans in to breath over your core. Your hips lurch up, knowing what’s going to happen soon.

You feel his lithe fingers pull at the hem of your panties and pull them slowly down your legs. He sees that you’re already wet and he licks his lips. “Damn pebble,” he admire, “you’re already this wet for me? I’ve barely done anything.” He chuckles at that last word swipes a finger up your slit. A whiny moan is heard as your body reacts in kind to the action. Satisfied with your reaction, he carefully licks at your wet folds.

“Ah shit, feels so good Eiji!”

He slaps your inner thigh and pulls away. “That’s not my name.” He then wraps his lips around your swelling clit and sucks harshly.

“Hah, oh my god daddy shark! It feels so good,” you’re starting to lose yourself to the pleasure and it hasn’t been that long.

You feel his lips smile against your heat as he hums into it, “that’s my baby shark,” the vibrations from his voice travel through your body, causing your breath to be shallower. You unknowingly lifted up your shirt as the heat in the warm was getting too much and you wanted more friction on the top of your body.

Kirishima previously had his eyes closed to enjoy your taste and scent but notice you moving. His eyes glaze over again in lust as he sees you taking off your shirt and bra, cupping your breasts for more feeling. This inspires him to thrust his tongue in and out of you faster, swirling it around your insides. He hears you moan. He takes a finger and slowly pushes it into your awaiting cunt and he feels you clenching around it. His other hand travels up your body and meets your breast, kneading it as well.

Your back arches off the bed as you’re feeling so many different points of pleasure. You’t not sure when it happens, but he already added a second finger into you hole, your juices starting to trail down his fingers. The other hand that was kneading your breast stops as those fingers begin to tug and twist your nipple.

“Oh fuck!” You practically yell at your senses being overwhelmed. Kirishima is doing all the right things to your body and you can feel your release coming soon. You start to grind against his tongue and fingers, noticing a third has been inserted. You can feel that coil wanting to unwind the more he works your body. “Shit, daddy shark, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum! Ah, hah, it’s so good!”

Kirishima hums against you, moving his hands and tongue faster. He wants you to feel the greatest amount of pleasure possible, even if he has to go without relieving himself. “Yeah baby? Then cum for me, yeah? Cum for your daddy shark.” He reattaches his lips to your core and pumps you faster and harder than before.

You feel yourself start to shake and writhe in pleasure, quickly losing your breath. You feel the pressure building until it overflows and cascades over your body. “Oh my god, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” You yell and whimper out, feeling yourself leak all over his chin and fingers. Knowing you hadn’t squirted that hard before, he licks your release all over his chin. Kiri stands up, after he slowly took his fingers out of you and shoves them in your mouth. “Suck my fingers, I want you to taste how amazing you are.” You suck earnestly, eyes never leaving his as your tongue goes over every dip and crevice of his fingers.

He then leans in to kiss you on your lips passionately, laying down on top of you without crushing you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, wanting to make him feel good. You run your hands through his hair when a knock is heard at your door.

You both look up, slightly embarrassed at the knock. “Uh,” you rasp out, “yes?”

You hear a cough and then, “Hey, I uh, brought your water.” Fuck, it was Mina. The two of you forgot about your abandoned water. “Yeah,” she coughs, “I’ll leave this here so uh, bye!”

You fall back onto your bed and laugh and Kirishima joins you. He pecks your lips and removes himself from you. “Let me get you a towel. How do you feel babe?”

You smirk at him and bite your lip. “I’m sure you know, daddy shark.”

He giggles at that and grabs a towel from your door. He tosses you the towel, and opens the door to grab the water. When he opens the door, he sees an extra glass and a note underneath addressed to him.

Sorry for saying you’re with Mina. She told us everything. Hydrate or die-drate daddy shark ;)

Kirishima rolls his eyes and steps back inside your room. He hands you a glass and you notice he has one as well. You cock up your eyebrow at his glass and he hands you the note. You feel yourself flush and throw the note on the ground.

“Well, at least everyone knows we’re together now right?”

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The diner is open

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