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ashes-writing · 2 years

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g a t h e r | stranger things ; e.munson

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A/N: lowkey a pilot of a potential rewrite for sweet emotion, my henderson!reader fic, only reader is Dustin's cousin this time around... lemme know what you guys think.

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 - 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

↪ summary

---you invite Eddie and his uncle over for Thanksgiving dinner. Fluff -and chaos, ensues.

↪ pairing / fandom

--- fem!reader x Eddie Munson - Stranger Things.

Reader is the cousin of Dustin Henderson + has female parts and will be a bit characterized if I get enough people telling me to rewrite sweet emotion using her but I kept it vague here.

↪ warnings

--- tooth rotting fluff. friends to lovers, lots of chaos / family moments. reader is Dustin Henderson's cousin, so heavily characterized.

↪ taglist, babes

--- my taglist is [here] if you'd like to be on it. huge hug to my bestie @tbmunson because between the two of us, this entire thing took on a life of it's own and you're amazing.

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“Mom, they’ll be here any second!”

“Sweetie, relax.” your mother coaxes. “Give me the can of pumpkin pie filling, please? And go drag your brother and your cousin out of the garage, tell them to get in here and change.”

You’re a bundle of nerves, honestly. Parts of you are afraid your classmate, Eddie Munson, won’t show. And this will suck for two huge reasons. One, you know that he and Wayne don’t really ‘do holidays’ so this means they’ll be at home eating raviolis out of a can -not that there is anything wrong with that but honestly, in the time you’ve been tutoring Eddie Munson, you’ve gotten a serious crush on him and you’ve come to adore Wayne as well and this leads you right smack into the second reason that Eddie deciding not to show will suck and the reason is simple… You’ve managed to fall in love with the ‘so called’ freak and lately, this has gotten harder and harder to hide, especially given that you’re running into him constantly when you pick up your cousin Dustin from DnD night at Hawkins High.

The phone rings and you’re filled with dread for a split second until you realize upon answering that it’s your best friend, Barb Holland.

“Are you nervous?”

“Oh god, you have no idea.” you twist the red phone cord around your finger as you pace the hallway. Dustin and your younger brother James race past, disappearing into Dustin’s room after Dustin stops to nag you about tying up the phone because his girlfriend Suzie was supposed to call at any second. You respond to him by holding up a finger and covering the mouthpiece, you mumble quietly, “I won’t be long, Dustin.”

“Just hurry, alright? Suzie is callin at any second.”

“You think she is.” you correct with a patient smile. Dustin grumbles, “She is real. I’m not making up a girlfriend.” to which your little brother James snickers, “My sister’s just being an asshole because she wants to play smoochie face with Eddie and she’s scared he won’t show.”

Dustin gapes and his eyes light up at the same time. “You asked Eddie Munson to come?”

Barb is laughing on the other end of the line. You pout to yourself and nod at Dustin.

“She likes him, he’s all she ever talks about, Dustin. She goes on and on and on, kid. Drives me and Gareth insane.” Barb calls out after hearing Dustin’s question.

“Hey!”

“What? It’s true!”

There’s a crash in the kitchen and you glance towards the room with widened eyes. Your mother pokes her head out and laughs. “I forgot how your aunt Claudia likes to stack and cram all of her shit into the cabinets. Dustin, think you could come in here and find the roaster pan? I wanna get as much of this done as I can before your mom gets off from her shift at Memorial.”

Dustin hurries into the kitchen and your brother runs out wearing his favorite Metallica shirt and a pair of jeans you know your mother is going to ream him out over wearing. “Go change now!”

“You’re not the boss of me, space cadet!”

“I’m not but Mom is never gonna let you wear those. They’re full of holes, idiot. Kinda like your brain!” you retort.

James flips you off and shrugs. “There’s nothin wrong with ‘em. Eddie and Jeff both wear holey jeans. What are you anyway, huh? The fashion police?”

“Whatever, doofus. I’m on the phone.”

“I gotta get off here, I think Gareth just got here and the last thing I want is to leave him downstairs with Dad.” Barb hangs up and so do you. You’re racing up to your room to change and by the third outfit, you’re convinced that this isn’t going to play out like your favorite Molly Ringwald movie, Sixteen Candles, did.

You end up settling on a soft white sweater with little red hearts all over it, your favorite pair of 501 jeans, the medium stonewash ones, and your favorite brown leather riding boots. You’re just finishing your mascara when the door to the room flies open and James sticks his head inside. “Hey space cadet, guess who showed up?”

This is when you realize that the sweater you’ve chosen has a stain on it. It’s not that noticeable, but you’re not about to tell the boy you have a crush on that you have a crush on him looking anything less than perfect.

You dig around and find a bold red and black leopard print off the shoulder sweater and you swap out the brown boots for the scrunch socks that go with the sweater and your black boots. You’ve just gotten your earrings in when you hear your mom call out to you from down the hallway.

You take a deep breath and stare at the door, frozen for a few seconds as your stomach flutters lazily.

You step out of your room and wipe your hands on the front of your jeans. Dustin and James have dragged Eddie into the garage and your mother is making small talk with Wayne.

You smile and hug the older man and he smiles back. “Eddie tell you yet, kid?”

“No, what happened? He didn’t fail that big exam, did he?” you gaze up at the older Munson in concern. Wayne chuckles. “Passed. An A+ at that.”

Your grin has Wayne grinning too. “Your brother and your cousin dragged him out into the garage.” and there are hints of teasing in Wayne’s smile. You gaze at the door leading out into the garage and you try to pull yourself together.

You make your way out.

“Dude, show him the grabber!”

“James, no!” you try to stop it from happening, the grabber on Dustin’s latest robot is a little… Faulty, to put it mildly. But before you can stop it, there’s wood stain on the cement because the can of stain they were trying to make it grab wasn’t closed all the way and naturally, the robot picked it up all wrong to begin with and the can pours out.

Eddie chuckles and the sound dies away as his gaze settles on you. “Hey, uh.. You were serious about me comin today, right?”

“I invited you.” you smile as you say it.

Your little brother is standing behind Eddie and both him and Dustin are trying to make kissing faces to fluster you and tease about your crush on Eddie but you try to ignore them. Dustin nudges your little brother and nods to the door leading into the house. “Let’s go in and see if aunt Sophie needs any help.”

This leaves you alone in the garage with Eddie.

Eddie shuffles his dirty sneakers against the concrete and you’re fidgeting with the ends of your sleeves.

“Eddie?”

“Mhm?” he hums the word, distracted because he’d been staring so hard at you yet again. All while going over the infinite list of reasons having a crush on you was not a good idea at all. You step closer and you’re toying with the front of his denim vest, running a finger over the patch you’d given him as a random Halloween present. You’d called it an unbirthday present and he’d laughed. But it was one of few sweet things anybody has ever done for him.

,, and you owe the fact that you might actually graduate this year to her too, man.” the thought comes and it’s quickly hijacked by a second one, ,, if you tell her how you feel, she’s going to laugh. And you’ll make everything awful and awkward.”

You’ve melted against him though and now he’s fucked for focus. “I.. There’s something I need to tell you, okay?” you mumble quietly and you pause almost immediately after because what you want to say is so much harder to get out than you ever thought.

“Yeah?” Eddie’s stomach sinks and he tenses up, he’s bracing himself to hear what he’s used to by now. You’ve made more friends lately. You’ve gotten involved in FHA and you’re on debate. You’ve gotten a job at the makeup counter in one of the department stores in town after school and you’re just.. Not the kind of girl he thinks would ever want to be with him.

But you’re one of very few at Hawkins High who doesn’t call Hellfire a gang of freaks. You’re the one who played cupid with his best friend Gareth and Barb Holland. You’re the one who has been tutoring him since you moved to Hawkins at the end of the last year. And you never pretend you don’t know him if he calls your name in a store or in the hallway, you’ll always smile and either hug him or talk to him.

And you’re always bringing him random little things.

Are you about to tell him that you’re tired of him holding you back?

And as he’s lost in thought, you’re a rambling mess, stumbling over your words and nothing you’re saying makes any sense. You’re pacing back and forth in front of him and with each second that passes and doesn’t bring with it a clear expression of how you feel about the lanky boy standing in front of you with kind doe eyes and frizzy brown curls, the more frustrated with yourself you manage to get.

,, Show him! Just kiss him, idiot! All your rambling isn’t gonna do anything!” your brain is screaming at you and you take a deep breath just as Eddie places his hands on your upper arms and chuckles quietly, gazing down at you.

“I can’t say it, I’m so bad with this stuff. So bad.”

Eddie frowns, but he’s giving you an understanding look. “It’s okay, I get it.”

You realize that he’s got the wrong idea entirely and you shake your head, desperate to clear up the misunderstanding. “No you don’t. I..” you grumble when the words hang in your throat all over again and every little insecurity you have manages to pop up and taunt you. In a fit of desperation, you grab the front of his vest and step as close to him as you can, pulling him down a little. You tangle one hand in his hair and crash your mouth against his and at first, Eddie Munson is completely stunned.

You’re just about to pull away and bolt out of the Henderson garage but he catches you just as you reach for the knob because it finally sinks in for him.

His hand covers yours on the metal doorknob and he presses against you from behind. “You.. Okay, wait.. You just kissed me.”

“It’s okay, I’m.. I’m sorry.”

Eddie chuckles.

And then he turns you around. His hand settles against your hip awkwardly and his other hand caresses your face, brushing hair out of your eyes. He’s grinning a little. “Hey, no.. No, it’s okay. It’s absolutely fine. I.. I kinda liked it. I definitely wanted to kiss you too.” he laughs nervously and so do you. When the two of you go in for another kiss, you bump noses and pull apart.

But then the laughter dies away and you’re staring at each other, leaning in slowly.

Outside the door, Dustin and James are trying to press their ears against it, whispering back and forth. “Do you think she finally told him?”

“I hope so, J. Eddie really, really, really likes her, man. Like, a lot. He even based the princess in our last Hellfire campaign on her, I saw the drawing.” Dustin whispers.

“Will you two stop eavesdropping at the door and get over here to help me set the table?” your mother asks Dustin and your brother, smirking at them both. Wayne chuckles at the two boys that he’s gotten used to seeing around the Munson trailer.

“Kid, you get into that thing you were gonna do?” Wayne asks your brother.

James grins and nods. “I did. Teacher said I’m gonna be the first freshman to take Auto Shop in like, five years.”

“Sir, James. He’s an adult.”

“Ma! That’s Wayne, he’s cool.”

“Son, he’s still an adult.”

“It’s okay, hon.” Wayne flashes a grin at your mother and your mom smiles back, nodding at James as she lightly taps the back of his head. “Get to your room and find better jeans. You know we have family photos at the mall after this, kid.”

“And stupid shopping.” James grumbles.

“It’s not so stupid if you’re getting that tool kit you want, hm?” your mother asks and Wayne snickers to himself. It’s been so long since he’s had a family Thanksgiving that he’s honestly forgotten how much he truly missed the chaos.

The last one he had was years ago. Back before Eddie’s mother -his little sister, died. And it had been filled with tension. It felt nice to be around other people.

“Maybe different jeans isn’t a bad thing, kid.” Wayne suggests and James nods. “Yes sir.” he makes his way down the hall to change. The phone starts to ring around the same time that Claudia Henderson steps into the house, shedding her jacket.

“Sophie? Did you cook?”

“I’ve been up since 5, Claudia. We talked about this last night. Or were you too busy drooling over Thomas Magnum to hear me when I told ya I got the turkey on my way in from the bar, hm?”

Claudia grins and gives Wayne a warm hug. “Oh good! My niece invited you and your nephew today. I was hoping she’d do it, it’s not right to spend Thanksgiving all by yourselves.”

“I brought a key lime pie.” Wayne shrugs as he says it and Claudia smiles.

“I’m gonna change, Sophie. You kept Dustin out of the turkey, right?”

“It was hard, but I managed. Thought the neighbor’s dog was gonna pull a Bumpis on it for a minute but I got Anita to tell her husband to put his dog back in the garage.”

“You ladies need help with anything?” Wayne asks, glancing from one sister to the other.

“No, no. You’re the guest, sir.”

“My sister is right. Our mother would roll over in her grave if we made a guest help out.”

“There’s gotta be something..”

“Wayne, no.” your mother, Sophie insists.

“Did either of you boys invite that Mayfield girl and her mother? Any of your other friends?” Claudia asks your brother James and your cousin Dustin as soon as the two of them are done washing up and changing.

Dustin nudges your brother. “You could invite her, man. You know it’s been rough for her this year. And Lucas did break up with her. I’ll call around too. Maybe Will can come.”

“Hey, then we can play like… Football or that card game you’re always playin after school with everybody.”

“DnD is not a card game, James.”

“Whatever, it’s the same thing, Dustin.”

“No, it’s not. It’s really, really not.” Dustin chuckles, shaking his head as the two of them race off to call around and make sure none of their friends are left out of Thanksgiving meals.

Hearing the commotion inside the house, you and Eddie pull apart and share a look. You giggle quietly and raise up on your feet, dragging the tip of your finger over the outline of his lips. “My mom’s got this dumb tradition.. She’s gonna ask us what we’re thankful for when we sit down to eat. I… I wanna say it now.”

Eddie chuckles because you’re blushing and flustered and your hair is sticking up a little where his fingers were carding through it a few seconds ago and you’re just so damn cute right now. “Yeah? What’s that, little bit?”

“Well, I’m thankful for you, Eddie Munson. And your uncle, because he’s really helped James like.. Adjust to dad being gone.. But mostly you. Because you’re the kindest and the most metal boy I’ve ever met.” as you say it, you’re flustered, blushing with your cheeks on fire and Eddie chuckles and pulls you closer by the belt loop on your jeans. “Y’know, for a pop princess, you’re kinda metal too.”

You scoff and laugh, shaking your head. “No, no. I’m not, I’m a dork.”

“A hot one, though. C’mon. Let’s go inside. I wanna annoy Henderson and your brother.” he slips an arm around you and grins and you smile back at him, nodding as the two of you walk into the house.

When he spots his uncle being fussed over by your aunt and your mom, he and Wayne exchange smiles and Wayne mouths, “I told you, kid.. World’s still got a little good left in it. Did you tell her?”

“She told me, actually.. She uh.. Kinda kissed me.” Eddie mouths back. Wayne chuckles to himself.

“Ma! The dog is outta the Martin’s garage again. I’m gonna go over and tell Mrs. Anita.”

“Don’t stay over there begging for food either, kid. We’re about to have plenty to eat here.” your mother calls out.

“Yeah, if you don’t burn the turkey like last year.” your little brother calls back, smirking as he ducks out of the way of your mother, who has raised the sprayer on the sink menacingly. “I’ll do it too, James Daniel.”

“That kid is somethin else.” Wayne laughs and your mother nods. “You don’t know the half of it, sir.”

“Oh, I can imagine. Had me laughin so hard the last time ___ brought him to the trailer with Dustin to see Eddie that I thought I’d never catch my breath.”

“Hey ma!” Dustin peeks in. “Joyce wants to know if she needs to bring anything and she wants me to make sure I say thank you for inviting them.”

“Tell her to just come on over. I think we have everything covered.” Claudia answers, smiling as she sips a cup of black coffee. “I’m so glad we could all get together like this.”

“Me too.” Wayne agrees and so does your mother as she sips her own mug of cocoa and gazes out of the kitchen window, shaking her head. “I have no idea how that dog keeps getting out. James better not be over there bothering Anita for apple pie again.”

Your brother makes his way back in and he’s got his jacket hugged to him.

��Oh no.. What are you hiding?” you stop him.

He opens the front of his jacket to show you a kitten, cold and shaking. “Found him outside. I thought that since Aunt Claudia’s cat died..”

“It’s hissing.” you laugh softly, fluffing at your brother’s curls as you nod to your aunt. “Go find that red ribbon we got for presents and tie a bow on it first. I think she’ll like it.”

James rushes off to put a bow on the kitten he found and Eddie chuckles to himself. “So the collecting of strays is a family thing, huh?” he asks, stepping up to you and putting his arms around you. You poke out your tongue and smile, nodding. “Kinda.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader fanfiction #.... lowkey a pilot for a rewrite to Sweet Emotion mayhaps.. if you guys like it ofc.#<- safe to read. a general tag for all my safe for everyone to read works.#-> female reader ; heavily characterized but vague here {female parts + outfit described }#<- fall into fall 2022 writing

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lululawrence · 3 years

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Polyamory Fic Rec

I thought I’d made one already, but apparently I hadn’t. So, since @twopoppies had an anon looking for more, I figured I’d go ahead and make a rec list now. This is not exhaustive, but it’s a start!

Please remember to leave the authors kudos and nice comments to show appreciation for their work.

I Should've Known by @nikogda (Liam/Louis/Harry, 11k)

It started out with little things here and there. A light that needed replacing. The belt in the vacuum. Small things, and eventually they took advantage of it.

Louis decided they needed another, larger repair whilst talking with his alpha neighbour, Liam. Liam had said he would do it for Louis and his partner, Harry.

And, well, it sort of went a little off track from there. What was an innocent thing at first, was now the two omegas’ way of catching the sweet deep scent of their alpha neighbour one whom they both mutually crushed.

Or: the one where alpha Liam moves in next door to bonded omegas Louis and Harry. All three go on their own journeys but in the end find that maybe, in the end, it really was always each other.

And That Was That by @lightwoodsmagic (Zayn/Liam/Harry/Louis, 23k)

“Okay. When Zayn and I were working on the set yesterday, Liam dropped by and mentioned he had a date. I asked Zayn about it, and he said that they’re ah - poly?”

Harry blinked.

“Oh yeah, I knew that. Li mentioned it when we were playing tennis once.” He ran his hand through Louis’ hair, smiling softly when he nuzzled into the touch.

“Is that what’s making you act strange? Because it seems like something that works for them, and I —.”

“Zayn has feelings for me.” A deep breath, and then blue eyes locked on green. “He said he needs distance because he has to get over them.”

Harry hadn’t realised his hand had fallen from Louis’ face until his fingers were being tangled and gripped tightly.

Or, Zayn and Liam have been polyamorous for years, but Harry and Louis are monogamous. When Zayn meets Louis and starts to fall for him, it opens them all up for something they've never experienced before.

That Don't Define Who You Are by lululawrence (Nick/Harry/Louis, 7k)

“Shit,” Harry muttered, rushing towards the man. “Are you alright?”

The man clearly tried to muffle his scream. “No, I’m really not. I’m afraid you’ll need to call 999.”

When Harry reached the man, he saw the man’s leg had gotten caught by pieces of the bike that had come apart beneath him. Without thinking, Harry leaned down and lapped where the blood was flowing quickly until it slowed.

“I’m so sorry, I just didn’t want you to pass out whilst I was on the phone.”

“God, no, don’t apologise,” the man said. “My mum’s a licking omega, see. Quite soothing.”

Harry blushed. “Yeah. Let me see about an ambulance for you.”

Or the one where Harry is a licking omega with a broken bond who helps heal a fairly hapless beta with a folding bicycle. When Harry also meets the beta's alpha, things start to get... interesting.

Its Mutual We (All) Discussed It by @nikogda (Zayn/Harry/Louis, 29k)

“Well you go to the agency, Alpha Donor Services and fill some forms out, whoever is doing the deed gets tested and such. And then they match you based on the papers with a few Alphas. You read the information on them and pick a few, they make sure they’re still willing and tell them about you. Eventually you guys will meet in public, do that a few times until you’re comfortable.” Niall scratched his arm lightly, and glances over at Harry, “The point of the service is to help a family, mostly an omega one, who can’t have children of their own. An Alpha will help an Omega get pregnant.”

“I feel like this is a lot.�� Harry mumbles, setting his mug down.

“It is. Or well it was but it was worth it, H. I mean, I would do this again. We already talked about it.”

“Really?”

Or: Two omegas in a committed relationship are ready to start a family. In the process, their alpha donor becomes part of the family too. Every part of their relationship may be unconventional but all of them have never been happier

old haunts are for forgotten ghosts by fortymaliks (Nick/Harry/Louis, 8k)

“It’s the three of us, now,” Harry says, finally.

Louis blinks.

“Like,” Harry rushes to clarify, “you, and me, and Nick.”

Louis wakes up with amnesia, and learns that he's missing two whole years of his life. Two whole years, and some interesting developments...

Orion's Belt by @londonfoginacup (Nick/Harry/Louis, 24k)

Louis and Nick have been in a happy committed relationship for two years, their matching soulmarks on display for the world to see. It’s been them against the world, the alpha/beta singer and radio DJ power duo.

All that changes on February 1st, when they wake up to a third matching soulmark.

As they say, the course of true love never did run smooth.

You're a Rabbit, Louis Series by @magicalrocketships (Nick/Harry/Louis, 16k)

"Maybe Louis turned into a rabbit," Nick suggests. They both laugh. Louis doesn't. Harry is an idiot and Nick is an even bigger one.

Louis stomps past both of them on four tiny, furry, baby rabbit paws, and into Nick's flat. "I hate you both," he says. He sits on the rug by the TV. "And you can stop following me around too," he says to Pig, who sits down next to him on the rug.

"But seriously," Harry says, from the door. "Where's Louis?"

Louis thumps his back leg on the floor. "I'm here, you idiot."

"I'm not really suggesting this could be true," Nick says carefully, "but are we sure he isn't a tiny baby rabbit?"

The "A" in "Normal" by Yesitstyles (Nick/Harry/Louis, 28k)

Louis eats chips, argues with his best friend Nick about the validity of various sexualities, and falls for a second crush. Harry tries to spell the word "normal".

Loving You's the Antidote by lululawrence (Nick/Harry/Louis, 11k)

Nick and Harry had never been an obvious match. When eighteen-year-old Harry, newly presented as an omega, came home freshly bonded to Nick, a man nine years his elder and a beta no less, Anne had been more than skeptical and Eileen had shared some harsh words of her own. That didn’t deter them, though, and their families soon realised there really was something special about the bondmates that allowed them to work together almost seamlessly.

It was only a few months later that Harry started getting sick.

Or the one where Harry and Nick have been able to keep Harry's disorder at bay over the course of their relationship, but when they move to London and away from their support system, they find themselves in desperate need of help.

Come Out and Play by @dinosaursmate (Combination of OT5 pairings, 30k)

“I have this… fantasy.” Louis smiled self-consciously. “Well, I- I’ve been thinking about it recently, you know?”

Harry smiled softly. “Say it, Lou.”

“I have this fantasy,” he repeated. “Of… all five of us.”

“All five of us,” Harry exclaimed. “Gosh.”

Louis buried his face into Harry’s armpit, and Harry giggled softly. --- Harry and Louis discover a new kink in their relationship, and it brings all the boys closer than they could have ever imagined.

Trinity's Fate by Anonymous (Nick/Harry/Louis, 43k)

When a person is sixteen years old, he or she finds out if they are a dom or a sub. Later when they turn eighteen, the name of their soulmate(s) appear somewhere on their body.

Louis Tomlinson, a sub, fears getting a dom more than anything.

When his eighteenth birthday approaches and the names Nicholas Grimshaw and Harry Styles, a well known dom couple who are DJs for BBC Radio 1, appear on his arms, Louis panics.

Let me be your good night by Conscious_ramblings (Nick/Greg/Harry/Louis, 8k)

The one where Harry and Louis are in love, they end up at a party with some friends, and end up discovering things about themselves, and their friends that could change everything.

The thing was, Harry and Louis weren’t poly. They’d never even played with others together, despite having talked about it quite a lot in the heat of arousal. When they had been at torture garden and antichrist they had flirted with the idea. Harry had even kissed a friend of theirs once to rile Louis up, which had lead to a great session on the Saint Andrew’s cross. Louis loved to watch Harry flirt, loved the way jealousy turned him on and riled him up, loved how pliant and submissive Harry could be when Louis claimed him after. But they definitely weren’t poly, and Louis wasn’t quite sure what that meant for this evening. Everyone else attending the party was, and Louis’ green-eyed-monster had been feeding off that fact for most of the bus ride here. Now he was confronted by a really hot man playing with his boyfriend’s hair like it was no big deal, and he didn’t know quite what to do.

Perfect Sky by @polkadotlou (Nick/Harry/Louis, 40k)

Sub pairs are a rare thing, not only because of the jealousy that can brew between submissives if a Dom isn't attentive to each.

A sub pair has to be balanced.

Harry and Louis have always fit each other without trying. With them, it's easy.

But sub pairs can't just go out in the world and live on their own.

Alternatively, Louis always knew that a Dom was going to come into his and Harry’s lives – he only wishes Nick picked him too.

The Only Thing That Keeps Me Grounded by lululawrence (Nick/Harry/Louis, 28k)

“Shit, I definitely missed the last train.”

“Oh no,” Louis lamented. “I’d offer a ride, but I’m part of a carpool and we’re full already. I’m so sorry.”

“Really, it’s fine.” Then, what Louis said sank in. “Wait, I thought you were here alone?”

“Oh, I am. I’m the only one dancing here tonight. The others were working. In fact, here’s Nick now.”

It felt like slow motion as a tall, lanky man with incredible hair came walking over towards Louis. He smiled before pulling Louis into him and giving him a quick kiss.

“Nick, this is my new friend Harry. He just moved to the area and he’s amazing at swing. Harry, this is my husband, Nick.”

Fuck.

Or the one where Harry moves to Washington DC to be a nanny and never expects that his past struggles with love will be brought to a head. He definitely never expects the solution to it all will be the man of his dreams that just so happens to be married to the other man of his dreams.

Tell Me It’s The Strongest Shape by @louandhazaf (Nick/Elgar/Louis, 73k)

Nick and Elgar have it all. They’re famous, successful, and engaged to be married—and sometimes they play with others.

When uni student Louis gets street cast by Elgar for a GQ photoshoot, he's drawn into Nick and Elgar’s complicated relationship.

They've always invited mates into their bed. It doesn’t ever mean anything. Until… it does.

it hurts, but it's worth it by words_unravel (Liam/Harry/Louis, 14k)

Liam finds the shots of the three of them, rolling around and laughing, a week or so later during a late night. After a moment's pause, she saves one of the photos, giving it some inane, boring name. She shuts down her computer after that and goes to bed.

It takes a long time before she falls asleep.

#mine #poly fic rec #my fic rec #fic rec #i love poly fics so much #i thought i had made one of these already????#i was surprised to find i hadn't #so anyway #this is a good start

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olivia200312 · 3 years

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Valentine's Love~ TFP! Optimus x Human! Reader (Lemon) *Request*

Requested by the lovely @Tianna814193.

Plot: Optimus hears of Valentine's Day for the first time and learns more about what it is thanks to the kids. He wants to do something special for Y/N so he took her to a special place and made love to her ;)

There was no plot nor which Optimus version so I had to choose.

Npte: the art goes to the onwer!

Head area: Brain: Processor / Brain Module Head: Helm Face: Face plate Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor Eye brow: Optical Ridge Eyes: Optics Mouth: Intake Lips: Dermas Teeth: Denta/Dentas Tongue: Glossa

Chest area: Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour: Chest plate Back plate Mid-section plating Neck guard Side plating

Arm area: Arms: Arms / Restarlueus Forearms: Bitarlueus Hands: Servos Fingers: Digits

Arm armour: Gantlets Shoulder pads Arm guard

Lower area: Pelvis: Pelvis Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate Thighs: Tibulen Calves: Cadulen Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour: Skirt plates Aft plate / Skid plate Thigh guard Ankle guard

General/Internal components: Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question. Veins: Fual lines Stomach: Tanks Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating. Heart: Spark Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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Today was a snowy day in Jasper Nevada. Surprised, right? Usually, it's freaking hot and warm there since it's like... deserted place. Kinda like in Africa, Egypt. But don't get fooled! Weathers can change there too. Have you been ever to Alaska? It's tough to know when it's in fact night. Why? The occurrence takes place each winter because of the tilt of the Earth's axis. "This tilt makes it so that none of the Sun's disc is visible above the horizon," according to Chinchar. But that doesn't mean the town will be completely dark. It's also not always winter there like how you saw in the movies.

So, it's February 13th... one day away from the official Vantine's Day. It's a day where you give your loved ones presents, to show love to them. You can give presents to your family and friends. It can be candy, cards, plushies, etc.

Y/N was 18 and she was at her house. She sadly doesn't have time to hang out at the base. She got a lot of work to complete so she texted Miko, saying that she doesn't have time to hang out today.

At the base~

"Oh come on!" Miko groaned while throwing her hands up in the air, making her pink phone go flying and land on the couch.

Jack looked at her while Raf was listening while working on his laptop. Some bots were listening as well while others like Ratchet were busy. "What's wrong, Miko?"

"Y/N doesn't have time to come hang out in the base! Tomorrow is Valentine's Day!"

That caught every bot's attention, especially Optimus'. Once they all looked at the kids and Miko quickly noticed that every bot is staring. "What?"

"What's this 'Valentine's Day', Miko?" Optimus asked while walking over to the kids.

Jack looks surprised. "You bots don't know what Valentine's Day is?"

"On Cybertron, we don't celebrate holidays," Arcee said while her arms were crossed.

"Well, Valentine's Day is a day where you give gifts to your loved ones. Like to your family, friends, especially to your lover. It's also when someone confesses their love to their crush," Raf explained.

"And what gifts can you get?" Bulkhead asked.

"Oh, different things! You can get like candy, plushies, cards, prepare romantic dates, and much other stuff!" Miko answered with a big smile.

Optimus couldn't help but be interested. He's in love with Y/N ever since he met her. It's just... her beauty and especially her kind personality caught his attention. He offered to be her guardian and his spark beat happily when she said yes. She accepted the offer. But oh boy, he didn't know that Y/N is in love too with the handsome, kind leader.

But of them didn't know that they'll be extremely sexually active like... they're both in the hard mood to do 'it'. It's normal when you are a couple but it's very important to be careful. Both of them won't admit to anyone but they both had wet dreams about each other more than once. Yeah... if they both showed signs or accidentally told it out loud, then they'll be so embarrassed (my best friend, who's a guy, admitted once to me in the school bus that he had a wet dream about a girl once).

"If you don't mind, will you explain more?" Optimus asked.

The kids nodded and they explained more. They even told me how it started. Optimus was thinking this whole time about how to confess his love to Y/N. He has no idea that he'll be sexually active right on Valentine's Day. His spike will be hard, begging to go inside of Y/N. Crap, he's getting naughty thoughts again. That's when Optimus has a plan...

The next day~

When Y/N woke up, she got dressed and brushed her teeth. She was surprised when Bumblebee picked her up instead of Optimus. The leader told everyone his plan to confess his love to Y/N, except for the naughty thoughts. He's having a lot of trouble keeping his voice under control. He's sexually active, needing to have sex. His spike is sure very hard behind his codpiece. Luckily, no one suspected a thing.

When Y/N arrived at the base, Ratchet told that Optimus was at the beach in the wooden cabin. Wait, how can he be inside since the wooden cabin is.. small? Welp. Only one thing to find out. Y/N went through the groundbridge when it was activated. When Y/N arrived at the beach, it was very breathtaking:

Y/N pinched herself to see if she wasn't dreaming. It was all real. Y/N then felt... hot. She couldn't help but let out a small moan. She quickly controlled herself and saw the wooden cabin. Once she opened it and went inside, she saw a big white bed, covered in beautiful rose petals. Even some candles were on to make it even more romantic, curtains closed.

Y/N smiled brightly. Optimus loves her. She knew it now. She then heard metallic footsteps and she turned around to see the love of her life, except he's small! Y/N's mouth was open in shock while her eyes went wide.

Optimus chuckled and gently closed her mouth with his digit, but never left her face. He gently cupped her face with his soft, gentle servos and kissed her with passion. Y/N let out a surprised moan but she kissed him back. She slung her arms around his neck and kissed him harder. The Prime moved his servos to her waist and pulled her closer. Y/N couldn't help but let out a loud moan, especially since her private part was overheating and throbbing.

She pulled away embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry, Optimus. I... I just have a problem."

Optimus showed a gentle, kind, loving smile. "I know, sweetspark. I've read your body language." He then felt a little embarrassed. "I have the same problem with my spike."

Y/N felt confused at first until it clicked fast. His penis was hard. Spike is... you know. So, both of them have the same problem. But Optimus doesn't want to force his beloved since he's not that kind of a bot. As Orion Pax, he was shy, kind, quiet, overworking, helpful, respectful, and gentle. But now as Optimus Prime, he's stern, calm, strong, smart... So, he has kinda two sides. But there's still Orion Pax in him if you pay close attention to him. Ratchet told the story of who Optimus was before he became a Prime. The kids found it interesting, especially Y/N.

Y/N looked up to meet his optics. "D-Do you mind if we help each other. Clearly, our bodies want... you know."

Optimus doesn't respond, instead, he slammed his dermas on her lips. He backed her gently until she fell on top of the white bedsheets. At least the rose petals were soft. He climbed on top of her and looked into her eyes, asking for permission. Y/N nodded and started to touch his chassis, causing Optimus to purr.

Some time passed by and Y/N was fully nude underneath the leader. She already has love bites around her neck. Optimus' optics was full with lust as his one digit entered her heated core. That caused Y/N to gasp and moan. "A-Ah! That feels so good! Please more!~"

Optimus granted her wish and added another digit inside of her. He moved inside of her, feeling her walls tighten around his digits. He's smirking inside. When he felt her orgasm, he pulled his digits away, causing Y/N to whine.

Y/N shot her eyes open when she heard a clank on the wooden floor. She saw his private member. His spike. "It's so big!~" That caused Optimus to look flustered and watched her as she used her hand to grab his spike and gently started to stroke it. Optimus moaned as his member twitched. Y/N stroked faster until Optimus shot his transfluid. It landed on her chest and stomach area. Y/N sill looked seductively and giggled.

Optimus was surprised by the next act.Y/N lifted her legs up, and opened her heated core with her fingers, inviting Optimus to go in. Optimus then prepares and lined his spike right at her pussy.

"Please put in!~"

Optimus smirked and went inside of her. He immediately grunted as the warmth and tightness greeted his spike. Y/N immediately moaned and instead of pain, she felt pleasure. Pure pleasure. She panted and moaned louder. "A-Ah, so good. Give all of you, Optimus. F-Fuck me so hard until I can't walk!~"

Optimus smirked and rammed into her. That caused Y/N to scream, moan and talk dirty. Like, really dirty talk. She couldn't help it! Her legs and arms are wrapped around him. "O-Oh, yeah! Yeah! H-Harder! I'm close!"

"As you wish, my dear.~" Optimus smirked and rammed even harder.

Y/N felt her G-Spot being hit many times that she saw stars. She was just so in love, lost in pure pleasure... That's when she felt her orgasm. She screamed Optimus' name in pure bliss as he shot his transfluid inside of her. It was warm and sticky. Optimus stayed inside of her for almost a minute before pulling out. Some of his transfluid dripped down into the sheets. Both him and Y/N felt much better.

"T-That was amazing, Optimus."

Optimus smiled lovely as he laid down next to her and pulled her closer. He held her protectively. "It was, sweetspark."

Happy Valentine's Day!

#optimus prime x reader #optimus prime #x reader #human reader #valentine's day #lemon #tfp #transformers #tf #transformers prime

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lifeofkaze · 3 years

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An Art of Balance #24

Orion Amari x MC

A/N: As always, KC belongs to my wonderful wifey @kc-needs-coffee

Word Count: ~ 2.400

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Chapter 24: A Question of Harmony

When Lizzie arrived at the Great Hall, it had already started emptying. The Hufflepuff table was still full and Lizzie could see a lot of her housemates looking as tired as she was. Most of the older students were staring at their plates with blank expressions.

The light filtering down from the enchanted ceiling was awfully bright, mirroring the sunny spring day outside. Usually, the prospect of sun and warmth would have made Lizzie buzzing with energy but today she wouldn’t have said no to a gloomy day full of rain. All she wanted to do was curl up under her blanket and not come out again for the rest of the day.

Rowan and Penny sat apart from their usual friend group today; Rowan was talking to Penny, looking rather pale, furiously stirring her bowl of porridge. The blond girl sat next to her with a sorrowful expression, nodding from time to time.

Bracing herself, Lizzie started off in their direction.

Penny noticed her first, nudging Rowan to make her aware. Judging by the contemptuous look her best friend gave her, Lizzie could as well have been dirt under her shoe. Before she could even reach them though, Rowan got off her seat and stalked out of the Great Hall without gracing her with so much as another glance. Penny quickly trailed behind, an awkward mixture of incredulity and discomfort in her eyes.

Lizzie’s shoulders slumped; she had hoped to be able to talk things out with Rowan as soon as possible, but apparently she wouldn’t get out of this as easily. Doing her best to remain composed, she passed the now empty seats of her friends until she reached the head of the table where Orion, Murphy and KC were sat. The Houses weren’t usually allowed to mix, but more often than not, the teachers were willing to let them mingle during the weekends.

Lizzie was glad for the Ravenclaw’s company; for one part, sitting with Orion and Murphy on her own would have felt awkward, but another perk that came with KC’s presence was currently sitting right in front of her.

Per default, the students only got tea for breakfast and KC being there meant a steaming pot of strong coffee, which was exactly what Lizzie needed right now.

“Look who finally crawled out of bed,” KC giggled before taking a huge sip of her French roast. “Murphy thought you wouldn’t show your face before lunch. Which means that I won,” she added with a satisfied grin.

Murphy shook his head and passed her a sickle. “The odds stood at 22,6 % she’d be in time for breakfast.”

Lizzie gave them an indignant look but didn’t reply as she slipped into a seat next to Orion. She reached for the silver can sitting in front of KC.

“May I?” she mumbled.

KC shrugged. “Sure, you look like you need it.”

Her smile faded from her lips, however, as Lizzie started heaping spoonful after spoonful of sugar into her cup. The Ravenclaw shuddered at the desecration of her favourite drink, but Lizzie didn’t care; the sweet taste brought a bit of life back into her.

She held the hot cup against her cheek and closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth spreading on her face. It almost slipped out of her grasp as she felt Orion’s hand covering her own beneath the table; they were sat with their backs to the outer wall of the Great Hall, opposite KC and Murphy, so no one beside her knew what he was doing.

“How do you feel?” he asked quietly, his voice sympathetic. She looked at him briefly; despite everything, he was smiling at her, his expression slightly concerned at her tragic state.

Her heart beating furiously, Lizzie took his hand for the briefest moment, running her thumb over the back of his hand before letting go. Now wrapping both of her hands around her steaming cup, she shook her head.

“Not good,” she admitted, “but I’ve had worse hangovers.”

Murphy raised one eyebrow. “I don’t have the necessary data for a fool proof statistic, but on the top of my head, I’d say I’ve never seen you look worse before.”

Lizzie rolled her eyes at him. “I have no idea how you’ve come to that conclusion, Prince Charming,” she remarked sardonically.

Her annoyed tone was lost on McNully, however.

“Well, your voice is hoarse and a little bit deeper than usual,” he started backing his observations, “and even though you tried to hide it with much more makeup than usual, the circles under your eyes are clearly visible; every time you look up you wince at the light coming from the ceiling and you’ve been here for more than ten minutes now and haven’t even made an attempt to get something to eat, although I fear breakfast won’t be here much longer. You didn’t even bother sorting you hair out,” he added dismissively, a blunder that would have never happened to Murphy himself; he was notorious for making sure his blond hair lay perfectly at all times. “To sum it up, you look like you drank a whole bottle of Firewhiskey by yourself.”

“More like half of it,” Lizzie shrugged.

Murphy laughed out loud. “That explains a lot.”

The usually pleasant sound of his laugh was cutting through Lizzie’s eardrums and made her wince. “Are you done now?” she asked wryly.

As a means of comeback, she added a smug “Nice love bites by the way.” She was content to see a flush creep up Murphy’s cheeks. He fell silent and nestled with the collar of his white shirt.

KC snickered as she leaned her arm on Murphy’s shoulder. “He’s not the only one though.”

Lizzie was definitely not in the mood for any juicy stories right now; all she wanted was her cup of coffee and some peace and quiet.

“Please, spare me the details,” she groaned in response but KC’s chuckle only turned into full on laughter.

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about myself, Liz.”

Just like Murphy before, Lizzie felt the heat creep up her neck, spreading rapidly on her face. Before she could help it, her hand flew to her neckline, pulling the black fabric up over her collarbones. She had thought the neckline of her hoodie would cover the treacherous marks suitably, but apparently the loose cut had thwarted her efforts. Talking about scoring an own goal.

“There is a time suitable for teasing your friends and there is a time where be better keep our thoughts to ourselves, don’t you think?” Orion jumped to her rescue; Lizzie could make out the hint of strain in his voice.

Luckily, KC immediately caught on. “You have a point there, I guess.” She emptied her coffee and got up. “Come on Murphy, you wanted to tell me about that new Beater’s move you so conveniently kept from me.”

She watched Lizzie pouring herself another cup as she waited for McNully to get into his wheelchair. “If I see one more spoonful of sugar ruining my perfect roast, I’m going to scream anyway.”

With a wink at her friend, she and Murphy left the table.

Lizzie sighed in relief as soon as they were out of earshot. “Thanks for that,” she muttered, “another word and I might have died.”

Orion inclined his head in response. “Sometimes McNully doesn’t understand the beauty in the balance between talking and silence.”

Lizzie hummed in response and both of them fell silent, neither really knowing how to begin their conversation.

Before the silence could stretch out too long, Professor McGonagall approaching them spared Lizzie further embarrassment.

“Congratulations on your spectacular win yesterday,” the Transfiguration Professor greeted them with a subdued smile. It was no secret she held little love for the Slytherin team; no wonder she was content to see them so thoroughly crushed.

“No doubt you celebrated in an appropriatefashion,” McGonagall continued pointedly and Lizzie inadvertently straightened her spine. “I only hope the rush of victory hasn’t let you forget your responsibilities.”

Lizzie’s brow furrowed the slightest bit as she quickly raked her sluggish memory. Her eyes went wide as she remembered; she had promised Professor McGonagall to tutor a few of her second years today.

“No Professor, of course not,” she replied hastily. “I’m just finishing breakfast and then I’m off.”

McGonagall raised an eyebrow at her. “You’d better be, Miss Jameson. I don’t want to see another walking pin cushion in my class.”

Lizzie buried her head in her hands as soon as McGonagall was out of sight; she had completely forgotten about tutoring. In her current state, she’d be surprised if she managed so much as to hit a porcupine with her spell.

“When do you have to be there?” Orion asked sympathetically.

She glanced at her watch. “Ten minutes,” she sighed.

“Come on then,” Orion got up and pulled her off her seat. “I’ll walk with you.”

Lizzie waited until they were well out of sight of the Great Hall before she returned Orion’s coat to its proper owner. She didn’t look into his face as she held it out to him, instead inspecting the worn tips of her sneakers.

“Thank you for letting me borrow it,” she mumbled, “sorry I forgot to return it to you yesterday.”

Much to her surprise, his voice was light as he answered. “Don’t worry, you had better use of it than me.” His tone grew more serious as he continued, “You shouldn’t have drunk so much; you looked pretty miserable there on that sofa.”

Lizzie shuffled her feet. “Well, can you blame me?”

She stopped as his words sank into her mind and she looked up at him with wide eyes. “Wait, you saw that?”

A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Of course I did; I couldn’t let you lie there looking positively freezing.”

She remembered the feeling of someone gently brushing the hair out of her face and covering her with a soft blanket. “So that wasn’t a dream that after all,” she said more to herself.

“Isn’t everything some kind of dream?” Orion responded in a detached voice, but Lizzie wasn’t in the mood for philosophical musings, not even when they were coming from him.

“Well, this dream is turning into more of a nightmare,” she answered bitterly. She only realised how her words must have come across when Orion remained silent; a slight frown had appeared on his forehead.

“Merlin no, that’s not what I meant,” she quickly clarified. “What happened yesterday was…” She was lacking the words to describe how the intense look in his eyes was enough to unsettle her even now, so she stopped herself before she could say anything pathetic.

“I can’t forget the look on Rowan’s face,” she said so quietly she wasn’t even sure Orion could hear her, “I broke her heart.”

They had almost reached the Transfiguration classroom. Orion stopped just out of sight of the chatting group of second-years who were waiting for Lizzie to appear.

“I can see how much what has happened pains you,” he told her softly. “My advice is, go and talk to her; the bond of your friendship is strong and has persisted for so many years. You will find a way back to each other.”

Orion hesitated for a moment and Lizzie was surprised to see something almost like uncertainty flicker over his features. “I know fixing your relationship with Rowan must be the most important thing for you right now, but I do have to ask; where does this leave us?”

The butterflies dancing in her stomach combined with her frail condition made her knees weak at his words. The thought of there even being the possibility of an ‘us’ with him warmed her from the inside. As relieved as she was, she couldn’t hide her astonishment.

“You’re not mad at me for lying to you?”

He tilted his head as he took in her expression, equally as stunned as it was relieved.

“I had a lot of time to think about it last night,” he told her, his brown eyes fixed on her blue ones. “While I can’t deny that I wish you would have trusted me with the truth, I know you didn’t lie out of bad intentions, but to help your friend.”

“I never wanted to hurt any of you,” Lizzie whispered, her throat tight with regret.

But when Orion took her hand and pulled her against him, she didn’t object. She rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes as his arms wrapped around her comfortingly.

“Maybe we’ll find a way to trust each other like we did before.” She could feel his breath against her hair; a shiver ran down her spine.

He took a step back, raising his hand to her chin to make her look at him. His eyes were warm and gentle as he looked down at her, his smile, however, tinged with a hint of sadness.

“However much I want to be with you, you cannot share a harmony that you don’t feel in your own heart first.”

A trace of unease mixed into the warmth Lizzie felt, but it was quickly drowned out by the rush of her heartbeat as Orion leaned in and kissed her softly. It was totally different to last night, much sweeter and more innocent, but Lizzie lost herself in his touch all the same.

But somehow she couldn’t help the thought in the back of her mind that his kiss felt as much like a promise as a goodbye.

When he broke away from her, he wrapped his arms around her once more, his face buried in her hair, taking in the scent of jasmine and mint he had come to love so much. Lizzie could feel his lips close to her ear at his next words.

“Restore the balance in your heart, Chaser; then can we see where our paths are headed.”

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #quidditch #orion amari #murphy mcnully #lizzie jameson #katriona cassiopeia #aob #art of balance #the quidditch squad

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carewyncromwell · 3 years

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“Twinkle, twinkle, little star, So we'll know where you are -- Gleaming in the skies above, Lead me to the one who loves me...”

~“The Second Star to the Right (cover),” by Simone

x~x~x~x

HEY PETER PAN ANON! I MADE YOU SOMETHING!! 8D

Hahaha, yes! This is Peter-Pan!Orion and Wendy!Carewyn (Carewyndy?). No, I won’t be writing this AU before the Tangled AU at least (and yes, I should have that up hopefully by next week)...but I couldn’t resist doodling these and talking a bit about the daydreaming I did based on this concept. Orion’s ripped pants were kind of based on how the pants are ripped in the 2003 Peter Pan’s costume, but I just couldn’t resist giving him his canon fingerless armwarmers. (I see them being forest green just like his pants, though, while his tunic is a light tan.)

Basically I see eternally 12-1/2-year old Orion Amari taking a strong liking to 10-year-old Carewyn Cromwell when she comes to Neverland. Even though she does act a bit too grown-up sometimes, it’s largely because of how deeply she feels for other people -- she’s determined to protect others, whether from bullying or actual danger, and she hates the thought of anyone feeling alone. She actually is the only person who’s ever asked Orion if he was lonely, being the only child who was destined to never grow up. And as much as Orion will airily state that “to die would be an awfully big adventure,” he finds that it’s Carewyn who believes this most, for the idea of growing older doesn’t frighten her the way it does her grandfather, the man now called Captain Hook. If anything, what makes her saddest about leaving Neverland is not for her sake, but for Orion’s -- she, Jacob, Charlie, and Bill were all going home to London, along with a good chunk of Orion’s friends among the Lost Kids...and Carewyn hated the thought that she’d never see her friend Orion again. So she reminded Orion that she would always have her window open at night, if he ever wanted to come and visit, hear her read a story or two, or even just listen to her singing while she did her evening chores. Sensing Orion’s hesitance, she reassured him that she’d never forget him.

Orion proceeded to return to life in Neverland, embarking on those same old adventures that make the days blur and make it easy to forget things. Forgetting was part of Neverland’s magic -- even Bill had almost forgotten he had a new baby sister back in London, when he, Charlie, and Carewyn had been there with Orion and the Lost Kids. But, as Orion would often tell himself, adults forgot things in the other world too: they forgot the joys of childhood, they forgot the freedom and the simple pleasures and the bottomless daydreams. All of them, every last one of them, eventually forgot how to fly.

But perhaps because of Carewyn’s final promise, every time Orion thought of how easy it was to forget things in Neverland, and therefore how easy it was to forget things outside of it, Carewyn’s face and words always returned to his mind. And so, the memory of her conviction and caring never strayed too far from his mind...and with it, other thoughts would crop up too. How stable things had been, when Carewyn was around. How well she understood him and how easy it was to talk to her and trust in her. And it was then that Orion realized that he really, truly missed Carewyn. It was a feeling he’d never really experienced that deeply before, not even for the other children who had eventually returned home to their families. Even Bill and Charlie, who Orion likewise grew reasonably fond of, didn’t make him feel like his stomach was always empty, no matter how much food he ate -- like his heart was scraping at the inside of his chest like a hungry animal desperate to devour something outside its cage. And that feeling only intensified when his fairy guardian Merula would try to urge him to go challenge Torvus and the centaurs to a race or splash around with the mermaids, even when Orion wasn’t in the mood to do so.

Orion felt restless, unsure of quite what was wrong with him and not knowing how to explain his muddled thought process to McNully and his remaining Lost Kids. One day Orion was eventually persuaded by McNully to lead an expedition to find a lost chest of pirate treasure, and for a short while, the Boy Who Never Grew Up was simply able to enjoy pulling one over on his old enemy and sharing the loot with his gang. That changed, though, when Captain Hook crashed the party.

Orion and Hook traded as many blows as ever, throwing insults at each other like they always did -- but this day, Hook said one barbed phrase that stuck in Orion’s ear more than he ever would’ve admitted.

“Already forgotten my dear Winnie, I see. But I guess I can’t be surprised. After all, the only thing that can break through Neverland’s curse -- that thing that makes everyone forget...is love. And you -- ha -- you don’t know anything about that, do you, boy?”

Love. Yes. That was the thing that made Carewyn remember her lost brother and mother, even while she was a Lost Girl. That was the thing that had made Charlie remember his parents, even after he’d forgotten London altogether. That was the thing that made Bill remember his other siblings, once he remembered how his baby sister Ginny would always cry after her afternoon nap until he came home from his newspaper route and bounced her up and down for a minute or two. That was the thing that had made Jacob remember his little sister in London, even after he was kidnapped by Hook and commandeered into piracy. And, Orion realized, it was the thing that he missed most about Carewyn -- her ability to love more deeply than anyone else he had ever known...like a mother would, and yet like an equal...a companion, more than just someone to go on adventures with.

Orion tried to broach this topic with Merula, but the huffy little fairy put up her walls and stubbornly refused to let them down. Feelings were grown-up things, and Orion didn’t need grown-up things! Orion wanted to agree, but the feelings he felt were becoming heavy -- so heavy, in fact, that he found it harder for him to find his center, to think thoughts happy enough that he could fly to any height he wanted. He actually found himself hovering and floating more than flying...and this troubled him. It made him more anxious than he could remember ever being.

Then the thought struck him -- why didn’t he just go and visit Carewyn? She said he could, whenever he wanted. She could tell him some stories and sing some songs for him -- maybe she could even sew him a new pocket for his shirt! These thoughts perked Orion up a bit, and he decided to leave for London straightaway.

He hadn’t expected it to be so cold -- for you see, in Neverland, it’s every season all year ‘round, all except winter. It was a fact Carewyn had lamented, for winter was her favorite season. She loved the Christmas holidays and how everyone would gather around the fireplace with warm food together and sing Christmas songs and tell stories. It had actually sounded kind of nice to Orion, when she described it to him and the Lost Kids -- but on this day in London, Orion didn’t think the cold was so nice, nor the gray, dreary city itself. There were buildings that had been crushed and holes in cobblestone streets, made by bombs that had been dropped by German Zeppelins, and just about nobody raised their heads enough to look skyward. The adults prowling the streets were just as lacking of joy as Orion had always imagined them to be, yet it wasn’t due to stupid grown-up things like wearing a tie to work or paying bills. Instead there was exhaustion, sadness...pain. Orion hated these people’s wrinkles even more than the ones he’d see on the pirates’ faces, from dwelling on mindless things like how much treasure they had or what their daily duties were.

But none of that mattered, of course. What mattered was seeing Carewyn. But alas, when Orion arrived at the Weasleys’ house, it was still daytime...and the window to the room Carewyn, Bill, and Charlie once shared was locked.

Orion rattled at the window desperately, slapping the glass and pulling at its handles as he cried her name. All logic left his mind -- his breathing became raspier and weaker even as he shouted louder.

She had to be there -- she had to be there -- she couldn’t have forgotten -- she wouldn’t have forgotten -- she promised -- she promised she wouldn’t forget him -- love was what kept someone from forgetting -- Carewyn knew love better than anyone -- she loved her brother -- she loved the Weasleys -- she loved the Lost Kids and Torvus and the mermaids and the fairies -- she loved Orion -- didn’t she love -- ?

As Orion’s anxiety spiked, the magic of Merula’s fairy dust began to abandon him. He found himself becoming heavier. He tried to cling onto the windowsill, pulling at and smacking the window, but it wasn’t wide enough for him to hold onto while it was closed. Soon enough he found himself falling slowly, like someone drifting down to the bottom of a pool...and when he landed on the ground, he landed on his knees, shaking. He clasped his hands together, his eyes wide and hollow upon the frosty ground as wintry condensation fell from his panting lips.

He’d lost his happy thought. He’d lost it.

He tried to fly. He tried desperately to fly, only to fall and scrape his knees and hands. Never in his life had Orion Amari ever been so frightened, shuddering from head to toe in the freezing cold.

He shakily got to his bare feet and, barely knowing where he was going, he walked. He wandered aimlessly, his eyes glassing over as he gasped for air, searching every revolted and anxious face that he passed as the faces’ owners cringed at the state of his long hair, ripped clothes, and lack of shoes.

Orion wandered for what felt like hours, until at long last, as if by fate, he ended up not far away from a Church-funded school, which taught both elementary and higher-elementary-level students. One of those such students was a girl with a ginger braid and almond-shaped blue eyes, walking home with several classmates, including a black-haired girl with glasses carrying a bunch of books, a rather pretty blonde with pigtail braids, and a rather cowardly-looking boy with blond hair, brown eyes, and a very thick sweater and mittens over his Church-provided uniform. The ginger-haired girl herself was wrapped up in a rather thick old dark blue blanket she’d turned into a shawl after it got ripped and had been holding it tightly around herself when, all of a sudden, she heard her name being cried by a misty, and yet anxious voice.

“Carewyn! Carewyn...!”

One can only imagine what Carewyn’s school friends Rowan Khanna, Penny Haywood, and Ben Copper thought, seeing such a scrawny, ragamuffin street boy running toward their friend. Rowan actually tried to step in front of Carewyn as if to protect her, while Ben made as if to cling onto Carewyn’s arm in terror. But Carewyn herself, her eyes very wide upon the boy, immediately tore away from both Rowan and Ben and ran to Orion without a single shred of hesitation.

“Orion?!”

She barreled over, whipping the shawl off her shoulders and wrapping it around his instead.

“Orion, what are you doing here?! You’re going to catch a death of cold!”

Orion hadn’t been able to stop shaking for an instant, but her shouting his name, rushing to take care of him -- her remembering him -- it made his heart feel like a beast craving food again. Her concern wet his appetite. He wanted it. He wanted her caring. He wanted her love...

She was as tall as him. She’d been so tiny before...

“Carewyn...you know this boy?” asked Rowan, looking bewildered.

“Yes,” said Carewyn, glancing over her shoulder, “he’s a friend. Rowan, this is Orion. Orion, this is -- ”

“You’ve...grown older,” Orion’s absent mumble cut her off.

Carewyn fixed him with a faintly reproachful look. “I’m afraid that does happen, in the span of three years...”

Thirteen. She was thirteen. ...She was older than him.

Carewyn’s eyes welled up with concern as she looked Orion over. She turned to her friends quickly.

“...I’d better get him inside and warm...I’ll see you all tomorrow, okay?”

She quickly bid her friends goodbye, before wrapping an arm tightly around Orion’s shoulders as best she could, rubbing his arm through her shawl in an attempt to warm him.

“Orion, what were you thinking?” she whispered, her voice full of concern as her eyes stayed locked ahead at their path. “Coming here in broad daylight, in this cold...”

Orion had started to shake again, his hands clasping more tightly.

“Your window was shut,” he mumbled.

Carewyn looked very upset. “...My old window, you mean? The one I shared with Bill and Charlie? Oh, Orion, I don’t share a room with Bill and Charlie anymore -- I share with Ginny now. Girls’ room, you know. Charlie and Percy actually share that room now...Bill’s sharing a flat with several other boys, closer to the newspaper’s headquarters in the East End...”

Her eyes rippled with pain.

“...Ginny’s and my room doesn’t have a window,” she explained. “I’ve told Charlie and Percy to keep their window open for me, but...well, Percy’s grown up way too fast. He must have closed it to block out the air raid sirens last night and forgotten to reopen it...”

Orion didn’t understand half of what Carewyn was saying, but the tone she spoke with held such reassurance and remorse that it soothed the racing anxiety that had so paralyzed him. He closed his eyes as the adrenaline his anxiety had built up ebbed away, leaving him oddly drained and colder than ever. He was so out of it that he barely seemed to acknowledge that his head flopped down onto her shoulder.

“Orion?” said Carewyn, startled and worried.

But Orion merely inhaled and exhaled slowly. Her caring fed that beast in his chest. He wanted a bit more.

“Carewyn,” he murmured, “did...did you think of me?”

He felt Carewyn adjust her arm around him.

“Of course I did,” she said softly. “I told you I would never forget you.”

The tenseness in Orion’s clasped hands and face loosened its grasp. “...Because you love me.”

Carewyn looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “What?”

But Orion barely reacted -- as if he didn’t think what he’d said was the least bit weird.

“There’s only one thing that can prevent someone from forgetting...and that’s love. For once you love someone, your heart never really forgets them. Instead they become part of you...an indispensable piece...that would make you feel incomplete, if it was ever removed.”

Orion slowly opened his eyes, his lips spreading into a small, rather soft smile that made him look a bit more like his usual self.

“...It’s what helped you remember your brother and the Weasleys, while you were with me...and your brother remember you, while he was with Hook,” he said. “It’s something I know nothing about...but I know you know it very well.”

Carewyn considered him for a moment, before returning her gaze back to the road. Plenty of people passing by gave her and Orion the side-eye, but she didn’t care.

“I don’t know if I’d say you know nothing about it,” she said at last. “You remembered me just as much as I remembered you, did you not?”

Orion’s smile faded from his lips as his eyes widened ever-so-slightly. Then his expression slowly relaxed.

“...Perhaps...”

His black eyes trailed over her arm around his shoulders and her hand rubbing up and down his arm hesitantly. His arm beside her chest twitched slightly -- then, very, very tentatively, he tried to wrap his arm around her shoulders in return. It was a bit awkward, with the shawl wrapped around him...but once Carewyn sussed out what he was doing, she adjusted enough to give the shawl enough slack that he could successfully hold her in return. Once he had gotten his arm around her, he seemed oddly proud of himself, his smile spreading and his eyes closing again as he leaned into her, his head beside hers on her shoulder.

They stayed that way for several blocks, walking in silence and simply enjoying each others’ company. Orion felt his center of balance returning to him. It was like having this stable place, with his arms wrapped around Carewyn’s shoulders and hers around his, was the earth he needed under his feet to launch himself back up into the air. He felt like he might even be able to fly again at some point...maybe not yet, but soon. Time always moved more slowly in Neverland than in London anyhow, so no one would mind if he took his time...

“...Carewyn?”

“Hmm?”

“I...don’t know if I can make it back to Neverland,” he confessed.

Carewyn looked at him, her eyes once again flooding with concern.

“I fell, when I failed to open your window,” Orion explained. “I’ve only ever fallen like that once before...when...”

“...When Grandfather made you think unhappy thoughts,” Carewyn finished grimly. She turned away from him, facing the road again.

Orion nodded. His black eyes flickered across her face, even though she was no longer looking at him.

Hook had taunted him then that Carewyn had no reason to stay in Neverland -- that she preferred the thought of growing old and dying to staying with him -- that he could never meet her high standards. He’d taunted that one day, Orion would go back to find her window locked and barred -- a grown woman who’s forgotten all about him, about Neverland, about how to fly...who’s replaced all of it with adult things Orion could never understand. Ambition. Family. ...Husband.

Carewyn wasn’t an adult yet, but she certainly wasn’t a child anymore either. There was a practicality to her posture -- a steadiness and gravity to how she walked. There was a neatness and meticulousness in how she handled her appearance. And yet even so, her hands were still so warm and her eyes were still so soft...and the sincerity in the little wrinkles that creased her brow and eyes and kissed at the corners of her lips was just the same.

Carewyn raised her head in Orion’s direction, but her eyes couldn’t quite reach his. Instead they landed vaguely on his shoulder.

“...I never told you...Grandfather was wrong, did I?” she asked quietly.

Orion tilted his head. “...I suppose it depends on which thing he said that you’re thinking of. You did say you’d never forget me, or Neverland...or how to fly.”

“Yes,” said Carewyn, “but I didn’t say that he was wrong, that you’d never understand ambition or family. That’s definitely not true. Ambition isn’t just an adult thing -- you dream of never growing up, of never losing your freedom or your independence...your spirit. That’s a wonderful ambition. And you have a wonderful family too, in Neverland. The centaurs and mermaids -- Merula and the fairies -- the Lost Kids! You take care of them as if they were your family.”

Orion stared at her for a moment, his face very unreadable, but his black eyes rippling with a strange emotion. Then he curled his fingers into the puffy white sleeve of her shirt.

“...And...the last thing?” he asked softly. “‘Husband?’”

Carewyn frowned deeply. “Is marriage something you even want to understand?”

“No!” said Orion instantly, looking revolted. “No...but...well...”

He swallowed, his own gaze drifting away. “...If you grow up...you’ll eventually want one, won’t you?”

Carewyn cocked her brows coolly. “It’s possible. But honestly, marriage seems like a bit of a bother. I’ve had to answer to plenty of adults in my life: I’d hate to have to answer to one more by choice. Especially if it means I have to give up Jacob, my friends, and my dreams just to make him comfortable.”

She said this so huffily, and yet it comforted Orion more than he could ever properly express. His own chest seemed to lighten and he felt better able to breathe again. His eyes softened upon Carewyn’s face.

“...I see.”

The two finally reached the Weasley home again. Orion noticed the house across the street that Carewyn had once pointed out was hers and Jacob’s had been boarded up.

“It’ll get torn down soon,” said Carewyn, noticing Orion’s gaze. “The family that lived there had their house ransacked, just because they were German...”

Her eyes narrowed.

“...It’s disgusting, how they were treated,” she added to herself. “They were very nice to Jacob and me, when we first came home...”

“Where is your brother?” asked Orion.

Carewyn deflated.

“...The war front,” she said sadly. “He’d been saving up so we could move into our own place, but...well, the army needed soldiers, so both he and Mr. Weasley signed up. Mrs. Weasley let me stay here, so I wouldn’t have to struggle to find a place to stay myself.”

Orion felt something oddly like pity prickling at his chest. “You mean you’ve lost him again, after only just getting him back?”

Carewyn didn’t answer as she opened the door of the Weasley home and bustled him inside. Once the door was closed, she guided him over to the main room and into an armchair, wrapping several more blankets around him.

“Wait here,” she said. Her lips spread into a fuller smile. “I’ll make you some hot cocoa -- that’s sure to help you fly again.”

Orion felt his heart give a somersault.

“Do you remember?” he said very quickly, before she could leave the room. “...Do you remember how to fly?”

Carewyn beamed.

“Of course. All you need is faith and trust, and to have been brushed with fairy dust. Then you think happy, wonderful thoughts, and...”

She spread her arms, and -- amazingly -- her feet actually came up off the ground.

Orion’s black eyes widened. Then his mouth slowly spread into the fullest, brightest smile as he found himself coming up off the ground himself. He floated just below her, spreading both of his arms too so as to take her hands and hold them out on either side of them.

Even when the world was so miserable -- even when she had so much reason to forget...Carewyn still knew how to fly.

“You’re flying,” said Carewyn with a warm smile.

Orion’s eyes sparkled as he guided her around in a circle, just as he had when they danced with the fairies. “I found a happy thought.”

“Did you? What is it?”

“A person whose company makes you feel stronger, when you’re at your worst.”

Carewyn smiled. “I believe that’s what’s called a ‘friend,’ Orion Amari.”

Orion’s midnight-black eyes gleamed.

Yes. A friend. Not just someone to go on adventures with, or look after, or play make-believe with, or give direction -- but someone to be your shoulder to lean on. To listen, to comfort...to love. That was a friend. As much as he cherished the Lost Kids, he was the one who had found them -- they answered to him, seeing him as leader, since there was supposedly no one else who could.

This friend...he wanted this friend by his side forever. “Forever,” as Carewyn had once reminded him, was an awfully long time -- but he didn’t hesitate in this thought at all.

And so, not long after, the Boy Who Never Grew Up returned to Neverland. He passed his mantle of leadership onto Lost Boy McNully, said a quick goodbye to all of the members of his Neverland family...and decided to leave for good. Even his short trip back to the Second Star to the Right took up a few weeks, but when he returned to London, his friend was waiting for him. And Orion and Carewyn grew up together, as close of friends as teenagers and later adults as they were as children. Orion grew more than just a fraction of an inch -- he soon towered a good head over Carewyn once more. He even grew a mustache, and a beard too! And yet even with this, it was never beneath his dignity to climb a tree, nor to engage in food fights, nor to read adventure books about pirates, nor to crow like a rooster upon winning a game. No matter how much his other classmates at school would frown, and no matter how much the adults would disdain and scold him, Orion never cared -- and neither did Carewyn, or Bill or Charlie, or any of the other friends he made over the years.

So you see, even if Orion grew older, he never truly grew up...for all children grow up, except one. And one day -- many, many years down the road from when Orion first made the choice to stay -- he looked at Carewyn and realized that his first and dearest friend had become something even more precious: a friend he wished to love, cherish, and live beside far longer than forever. A friend he would call “lover.”

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #peter pan au #my art #my writing #orion amari #carewyn cromwell #damn it I didn't mean this to be so long but I just couldn't stop XD #my two favorite peter pan adaptations are peter pan (2003) and hook so that DEFINITELY influenced this #I'm sorry but I think peter finding a reason to grow up is sweet #I know there's the whole fan interpretation of peter guiding dead children to the afterlife and all but...#well we see kids leave neverland not just the darlings but the lost boys #and honestly hook is right in the 2003 version -- peter IS a tragedy as he is!#in the end he'll always end up alone #so really eventually every child *should* grow up...it's a scary thing but something that must be faced anyway #because through that hardship one can find even more fulfilling happiness #because it's happiness that's fought for #that's my two cents anyway XD;#geez orion looks so different without his facial hair LOL

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shinymooncolor · 4 years

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Hi lovelies.

Hockey is back. ❤️

And so here is another sweater weather chat. It’s split in two. So stay tuned 😘

All the love in the world for @lumosinlove and each and everyone of you! This fandom is truly a remarkable place 💖

Sweater weather chat #12 part 1

Dumo loses a bet. Sunny has a lot of stories. Sergei once had blue hair. He also fought a German suit. Snuck a few of my nhl heroes in here. See if you can spot them. Nado is dying from anticipation. Blizzard wants pictures. Olli is trying to stay on topic. Alice has questions. Sirius has no comments. We jinx the cup a tiny bit. I took some liberties with rosters and timelines for international hockey. No people were harmed in the making of this chat. Danes really are pesky meatball thieves. I love germans (just needed a bad guy).

Friday 7.22 pm

Prongstar: hey dumo. Not backing down from the bet?

Dumodad: no. I honor my word. You guys won. What do you want? Suicides, my car, my wife’s cooking?

Talkiewalkie: damn dumo. Pimping out Celeste

Dumodad: like the lot of you aren’t half in love with her or Anya. You’re not subtle

Krisvolley: I’d marry both with no hesitation. Between Anya’s piroggi and Celeste’s brownies, I’d be set for life.

Nadotheman:fuck you’d have to fight me and Kuny both for that krissy.

Russiangod: I already son of Anya. I take sergei’s place

Sergei_81: am not even 40 yet. Also you all boys. Can’t handle women. They need men.

Logantremblayzzz: it’s weird guys. Don’t crush on your team mates wives 😳 also Sergei you are 40....

Sergei_81: 🤬

Blizzard: don’t make sexy eyes at your goalie when he’s stretching. 🤪

Timmyforrealz: burnnnnnn hahahahahaha

Prongstar: potential adultery, sergei’s age and Logan’s inappropriate staring aside. Dumo lost our bet. And I’ve made a decision. Drumroll please 🙈🙈🙈🙈

Kuny: drdrdrdrdrrrrrrrrrrrr

Prongstar: thanks Kuny babe 😘

Prongstar: dumo! I want the truth about Prague. In this chat. In writing. You have 1 hr.

Dumodad: no.

Sergei_81: no

Sunnysideup: YES

Sunnysideup: I’ll tell them if you don’t 😜

Dumodad: it’s all your fault. Stupid Swede.

Sunnysideup: no one made you bet me. We won, fair and square!

Sunnysideup: the year was 2006. Turin, Italy. Winter Olympics. A brash Russian and a confident Canadian decided to make a bet with a lovely, young and innocent Swede.

Bradygunzz: innocent? 😂😂😂😂

Walkietalkie: wait weren’t you in Sweden then? Or am I missing something? How’d you even know these guys?

Kaneyoudigit: I thought this story was about Prague?

DumoDad: it is. It just started 9 years earlier.

Sunnysideup: some of my national teammates played with Sergei in the khl during the nhl ‘05 lockout. Dumo was signed to do some press stuff with us at olympics. Something about cross team friendships.

Logantremblayzzz: Wow you guys are ancient

DumoDAD: we were top 3 seeded teams and they picked the Russian with good English, a Swede who’s not scary and me. It was fun. And it turned into a bit of drinking after Sergei and sunny started arguing about the quality of vodka.

Krisvolley: you shouldn’t drink at the Olympics 😂

Sunnysideup: anyways. We bet and of course all three were convinced our respective teams would win. Of course, we all know who emerged victorious 😜

Sergei_81: you had Swedish murder twins not fair. Baby sedin slash me on purpose

DumoDad: he didn’t. That was a legit hit you big baby. Also we did better than the US.

Sergei_81: was not clean.

Sunnysideup: we’re not having this discussion again. You both lost. It was a clean hit. Also, the fun part was the bet itself.

Nadotheman: just fucking tell us. The suspense is killing me.😳

Siriusly: whAt did you do??????? Dumo!!!!

Sunnysideup: well. they got kitted out in lovely blue and yellow team colors. Hank’s idea - some fans gave him loads of body paint. Hahahaha also Sergei was sporting a very impressive buzz cut then. It was a thing. So we’ve got these two idiots painted in blue and yellow including sergei’s head. Unfortunately the dye wasn’t meant for hair. So he had blue hair for two weeks after. Anya is still mad at me about that one 😜

Nadotheman: so you just painted them blue and yellow? That’s like so anti climactic.

Logantremblayzzz: oh he’s not done 😂

CarbO’Hara: Logan tell usssss

Siriusly: how come you told him and not me? I feel betrayed.

DumoDad: I didn’t. Celeste did. Traitor.

Logantremblayzzz: I was sad and homesick and she wanted to cheer me up. 😍

Ollibear: I feel like we’re getting off topic

Logantremblayzzz: wait didn’t you then make them steal the Olympic flags from the hotel you were celebrating at and exchange them with Swedish ones?

Sunnysideup: indeed, Logan, and that went smoothly. So it turned into a thing that every time we compete all three in an international thing. We make the losers swap flags. It’s cute.

Prongstar: what about Prague then? That wasn’t until 2015? Was it?

DumoDad: and we all remember who won.

RussianGod: is also where butt slap come from then? Pre game one?

Sergei_81: not our fault. U had Crosby make heart eyes at zhenya. And no Kuny, not from there...

DumoDad: you’re never letting that one go? Hahaha poor Sergei.

Dumodad: also. the butt slap is an Old tradition. We had a playoff round ages back and I slapped him. We won. We’ve done it since. Works doesn’t it?

Sergei_81: you said “let’s go get them”. Still do. It works. All magic slap. I thought you say “ let’s go eat them” Still works hehe

Ollibear: again, we’re veering off topic, dumo.

Sunnysideup: well. Prague. I know Canada won. Golden boy got golden goal. Blah blah blah. But for some reason we had another bet 😜. Dumo cooked up a revenge for me and Sergei. But it was before the final. We were just heading into the second round and somehow ended up in another vodka related discussion (we all know Swedish vodka is superior).

RussianGod: Swedish vodka is water. Russia best.

Sergei_81: was stupid idea. But vodka make us brave.

DumoDad: I never told you to start climbing that flag pole. You decided that on your own. I just told you to get me the flag.

Sunnysideup: he did climb that pole like a fireman though.

Timmyforrealz: hold up a sec. you’re telling me sergei “i never smile and my looks can literally make opponents wet themselves” Ivanov climbed a flag pole while drunk and it looked good?

Sunnysideup: he was wearing a “I love Canada” onesie and crocs. Which was about 6 sizes too little. We both were.

Newt-leo: we’re going to need pics of this.

Sunnysideup: well. The onesies were one thing. Still not sure how we got corralled into it. But anyways as I remember Sergei did successfully steal the flag from the hotel and started on the cars outside. We just didn’t know it was some group of fancy politicians also in town to watch hockey.

Dumodad: you Europeans and your weird politicians. Apparently the little politic guy didn’t like Russians. So his body guard tackled Sergei down. Sergei fought back. And somehow I ended up in the tangle of suits and Canada onesies.

Sergei_81: he blame Russia for stupid shit I might get mad. Police came and put us in little jail in hotel. Sunny no where

Sunnysideup: I went to get help. I didn’t know you were going to fight the bodyguards of the German minister of trade now did I?

Dumodad: was it German? I thought it was Spain. The flag was yellow and red.

Krisvolley: wait so. In the middle of an Olympic tournament, the three of you (all dads and husbands by 2015) gets shitfaced on vodka, go on a flag stealing rampage through Prague and get tackled by German secret services? 😫

Sergei_81: not Prague just one hotel. And car park. And house opposite.

Siriusly: how did you get out?

Sunnysideup: I bailed them out. Or. I managed to explain that they’re big hockey stars and got backstrom and oveckin to come and support me.. Ovi just giggled. Backy just stared until they agreed. He’s scary. Sergei was cursing a lot. Dumo was crying at one point... hehehehe he . I think dumo was nearly benched no after?

DumoDad: somehow the team found out and little mr captain was not happy?. Also at this point sergei was mostly naked as the onesie gave up halfway through wrestling Germans. We got a big fine, had to formally issue an apology to the German delegates and the hotel. And Sergei had to pay another fine for embarrassing Russia 😂

Sergei_81: they happy I hit German but I couldn’t say hehe. Also lost a croc never found it. Walk home in one shoe 👟

Siriusly: I can’t believe you almost caused an international incident because you were arguing about vodka.

Sunnysideup: you should see us scandies when it comes to the origins of meatballs. Pesky Danes trying to steal credit. 🤬

Blizzard: and you’re all still talking about me and the fountain. Also. We were on the lions team then? How come you’ve managed to keep this quiet? Also. Where are the pictures of this? I have so many questions.

DumoDad: Sunny has pictures. And so does the Czech police. And maybe the hotel. And it stays that way.

Blizzard: sunny. I want pictures.

Sunnysideup: lord Stanley will decide ❤️ also pretty sure both ovi and backy has some. For revenge purposes.

Siriusly: DONT jinx.

Prongstar: you broke cap.

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Tuesday 2.54 pm

Alice: Sirius.

Alice: Sirius pick up your phone.

Alice: Sirius Orion Black. Please tell me that a picture of you and Remus in a closet in Ikea’s kids department is fake.

Sirius: I was in hiding. Re helped me. We didn’t do anything

Alice: your shirt is on backwards.

Sirius: it’s a fashion statement.

Alice: and the shark?

Sirius: no comment

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Part two is coming up.

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#lumosinlove #lumosinlove ocs #sweaterweather #sweaterweatherchats #sweater weather #sweaterweatheroc’s #sweaterweatherchatsnr12 #part 1

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littlemessyjessi · 3 years

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Torn: Remus Lupin Story: PS OC: Chapter One: Sordid Sorting

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Remus Lupin Imagine Turned Story

Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.

Remus Lupin x Vega Black (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)

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“Yet when books have been read and reread, it boils down to the horse, his human companion, and what goes on between them.” ― Walter Farley

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This Chapter’s Song: “River” - Leon Bridges

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Vega was eleven when she first met Remus.

She incredibly nervous at the time seeing as how it was her very first year at Hogwarts.

Her aunt and uncle had heavily warned her about getting into any house other than Slytherin....as if she had some kind of control over that kind of thing.

Sirius, her older cousin, who was more like a brother to be honest, had simply wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"It'll be fine, V. I swear it. No matter what house you get in. It'll be fine. Maybe you'll even be a Gryffindor, like me." he had told her with that infamous smirk of his.

Twelve years old and full of pride over his house.

But Vega was not convinced.

She'd been home when they'd received the news of which house Sirius had been placed in....and well, it hadn't been good.

She remembered very clearly that she'd grabbed Regulus and they'd ran off to hide until the storm blew over.

If you were present when Orion or Walburga Black were angry....well, you'd likely become a target.

After her parents had died when she was seven, she’d been placed in the care of her closest relatives and that happened to be her Uncle Orion and his family.

She’d left behind her beloved country roads and enchanting woods of Tennessee in America and was relocated in London.

She was expected to go to Hogwarts rather than Ilvermorny.

She was expected to be a respectable pureblood and get sorted into the only reasonable house.

Needless to say, she was terrified.

At that particular moment in time, they were racing down the tracks on the Hogwarts express.

To calm her nerves, Sirius had offered to have her sit with him and his friends in their compartment.

She was first introduced to James.

A boy with impossibly messy black hair, glasses and a permanent smirk...almost identical to her brothers.

Next was a small boy named Peter with impossibly blue eyes that were a tad unsettling to her just due to the nature of how piercing they were.

He looked friendly enough and if Sirius liked him she was sure she would too.

Lastly, was Remus.

Oh, Remus.

He was tall and lanky with very pale skin and light brown hair.

Vega could distinctly see a few scars across his face and on his hands but due to his clothes all else was hidden.

But he had the most beautiful green eyes but curiously enough there seemed to be a very faint golden brown ring around them.

She wouldn't have noticed had she not been so taken with him.

He was much quieter than the others but still quite nice.

Remus John Lupin.

Her very first crush.

Remus would've died from mortification at that time if anyone knew but....he found her quite pretty.

She was a year younger, yes.

And she was also Sirius little cousin, this was true.

One that he’d spent the better part of last year talking about to his new friends.

“Oh, you’ll love Vega, mates.” he could remember him telling them. “She’s a little shy at first but she’s actually from America. A cowgirl.”

Remus doubted if she was actually a cowgirl since Sirius had a way of being dramatic.

But she was so pretty.

She and Sirius resembled each other a lot with their thick black hair and big striking grey eyes but her features were softer than his.

She was much quieter with Sirius, although not impolite.

Sirius, whether he liked to admit it or not, had had the same good etiquette beat into him that she had and it often gave him a sort of casual elegance.

Little Vega sat stiff backed, mouth shut and eyes trained determined on her book.

She found reading to be easier.

She could focus on the words there and not on what she might say wrong that could potentially anger her parents.

Books were just by far much easier.

This intrigued Remus.

He had asked her so softly.

"What are you reading?"

She jumped at the sound of his voice, even as soft as it had been.

"Oh, um, it's-uh." she stammered.

"Oh that's The Black Stallion." he smiled. "It's a great book. My mum read it to me when I was little. It's a great muggle book."

Fear struck through her.

"Oh, I- please don't tell Aunt Walburga. I just- It looked so interesting and I wanted to know about the horse." Vega rambled as tears filled her grey eyes.

Sirius gave a hard forced smile to his friends before he grabbed his cousin and yanked her out of the compartment.

"Vega! Calm down! Bloody hell!" he snapped.

Tears were spilling, "I'm sorry, Sirius! I'm sorry! I didn't meant to get you in trouble with your friends! Now, Aunt and Uncle will be furious! I'm sorry!"

Sirius placed his hands on the side of her face.

"Vega, V, look at me. Look. at. me." he said holding her in place and willing her big, frightened eyes to focus on him. "It's fine. No one will tell mum and dad. These are my friends. Remus was just making conversation. His mother is actually a muggle."

He added the last bit with a little smile towards her.

She'd been so frightened.

She sniffled before she hugged her book closer to her for a moment.

"Come on. Come back inside." he said trying to lighten the mood.

She shook her head sending the black tendrils everywhere.

"No." she said. "Those are your friends. I...I'll go sit with someone else."

"V, come on." he said.

But she'd already whipped around and was dashing away.

Sirius shook his head as he entered the compartment.

"I'm sorry, Sirius. Really, I didn't mean to upset her. I didn't think-" Remus began his apology.

Sirius waved him off, "It's fine, mate. V's just....she's a little skiddish is all. Our family can be a bit much sometimes. She just doesn't want to get in trouble."

There was a collective nod around the room.

It wasn't a huge secret that Sirius didn't have the greatest home life...but he was good at hiding it.

Seeing Vega be absolutely petrified by pure conversation....made it all too real for the twelve year olds in the compartment.

The four of them played cards for a bit longer until they train stopped and everyone filed off.

Remus caught glimpse of the silky, black hair glinting in the night and those two big grey orbs that looked like moons themselves.

They landed on him and he could even see her flush red...even in this poor lighting.

He smiled at her kindly and gave a little wave to which she returned...hesitantly before she was bustled along into the boat with the other first years.

He joined his friends and soon they were seated at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall listening to Dumbledore and waiting for the Sorting ceremony to begin.

Vega almost hid behind some of the first year boys as she entered the Great Hall and her cousin Narcissa smacked into her pushing her way to the front.

She’d willingly let her take the spotlight and hide amongst the others but it wasn't for long before someone spotted her and the whispered began.

"It's the Black girl!"

"That's Sirius' little sister!"

“No that’s his cousin! The one who’s parents were killed!”

"Bet she'll get into Slytherin!"

"Maybe Gryffindor!"

"I bet she's evil!"

"She looks just like him!"

“Did you hear about her father being a-”

She shook her head to try and drown them out and before she knew it...

"Vega Equuleus Black." came the crisp words from the professor.

She gulped and took careful steps up to the stool before carefully settling down on it.

The giant hat was placed upon her head and...

"RAVENCLAW!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Big, grey eyes snapped open in fear and shock.

She could distinctly see Sirius and his friends whooping and hollering on her behalf while her cousins at the Slytherin table looked less than pleased.

If she hadn't been in front of all those people....she would've cried.

Because she knew.

She knew that when Orion and Walburga found out....and she went home for holiday....there would be no escaping it.

They would be angry and she WOULD be punished.

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Chapter Two

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Hello my lovelies! Here is another rewrite of a previous work of mine that I had on Mibba! I did a bit of reworking on the character, her name and her backstory because I just felt like she deserved more! I would love to know what you think of little Vega!

So please comment, reblog with thoughts and/or smash the ask box! I do so love hearing from you my loves!

Love,

Kenny

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Sightseeing Part One

A/N: Hello everyone, welcome to this little one-shot of mine. I love the friendship between David Willows and Judith Harris that I and @judediangelo75 have developed. So, here’s a tale of David showing Judith around Liverpool, his home city. Originally, I’d intended to show both the muggle and wizarding side of the city but then it got longer than I thought it would and didn’t want it to be a slog. So here’s part one to briefly show the muggle side, part two should be coming soon to show off the wizarding side.

Context: This takes place in the summer between second and third year so David and Judith are about thirteen here. Also my first time writing David’s mum, Rue (should be mentioned, her face claim is Fiona O’Carroll). Some mild spoilers for my ideas but I hope you all enjoy especially you @judediangelo75!

Word count: 2867

MC friends: Judith Harris ( @judediangelo75 )

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5th of July, 1986

Judith Harris hated the summer holidays, some people would be able to enjoy it, likely going to somewhere abroad with their family but that simply wasn’t an option for her. For Judith, leaving Hogwarts for several weeks meant being stuck with her mother.

She tried keeping her head down but living under the same roof meant little chance of escape from being constantly subject to her mother’s judgements and cruelty. The tension at home was always so suffocating.

Recently though, she had received a letter from someone she knew, David Willows. The younger brother to Jacob Hall, a friend of her own brother, Jamal. Both of them had gone missing in their search for the Cursed Vaults, she supposed it was fitting for their younger siblings to get acquainted.

First impressions when they had arrived at Hogwarts, David was stand-offish, sharp-tongued and short-tempered. He wasn’t afraid to go for low blows in a verbal spar or physically fight people much bigger than him. Oftentimes, they had stayed out of each other’s way. She never tried to pick a fight with him. Although, unlike most of their peers, he had never been unkind to her.

Their friendship was a fairly recent development, only beginning at the start of their second year when they tried out for the recently vacant positions as Beaters on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Practice together meant more interaction especially as they both came under the mentorship of Erika Rath, Slytherin’s top Beater. It was during these practices that she had seen a different side to David.

Though he was aloof, they shared a remarkably high number of mutual friends, the most prominent of which were Penny Haywood and Rowan Khanna. When Judith had asked the two about their fellow Hufflepuff, both had spoken fondly of him. If they vouched for him, he surely couldn’t be that bad?

Though he was snarky, that tended to be when he was aggravated by someone he didn’t like, he had a tendency to give his friends good-natured ribbings. Judith had happily returned the teasing, especially when it had come to her own and David’s respective crushes on Orion and Erika.

Though he could come across as aggressive with a foul temper, it took specific things to put him in such a mood. Namely... rumours about Jacob, especially so if someone dared to openly compare the two brothers. His ferocity wasn’t just to defend himself either, he had very nearly started a fight with an older Hufflepuff when they had made a derogatory comment towards Judith. A fight would have started if professor Sprout hadn’t intervened. They had barely known each other for a month at that point yet he’d still stuck up for her. Of course, she could handle herself but the sentiment was appreciated.

Other than that, Judith and David shared a love of art. Drawing together in silence, maybe occasionally asking how the other’s sketch looked, a peaceful respite from the stress they were under. They quickly gained a reputation on the Quidditch pitch as Hufflepuff’s star Beaters after their team handily defeated both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor

Their titles as the ‘Heroes of Hogwarts’ had only served to connect the two further after conquering the Ice Vault.

All in all, the two of them had formed a decent relationship.

Still, it was a surprise when Goliath, David’s eagle owl had arrived with a letter inviting her to come visit Liverpool for a week. An opportunity she had practically leapt at. Thankfully, the owl had found her bedroom window first. Judith shuddered to think how her mother would have reacted if she found out she was receiving letters from a boy, no matter how platonic the nature of it was.

Keeping that fact about her friend a secret from her mother was definitely the only reason she was currently making the journey. She was sure David would agree to making plans in advance if they wished to do something like this again, lest she risk her mother’s ire.

She had purchased muggle train tickets as soon as she could, sending Goliath back to his owner with the day and time she was expected to arrive. Though expensive, it was the swiftest, and most direct mode of transport between London and Liverpool.

At least the weather had been nice with hardly a cloud in the sky. It had been relaxing, watching the landscape go by slumped back in her seat as the train had weaved its way through both city and countryside. Though it wasn’t nearly as hot as it could get in Barbados, it was still warm enough to justify her current attire, a yellow sundress with matching sandals.

“Now approaching, Liverpool Lime Street.” The automated voice of the train echoed. Judith stood up smiling at the announcement as she retrieved her suitcase from the overhead luggage area. That was her stop, the end of the line, it would be nice seeing David again.

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Liverpool Lime Street was a large station, two cylindrical dome roofs made up of mostly clear glass and metal provided cover for all train platforms, giving it a tunnel-like appearance. Archways made of stone and mostly filled by windows supported the upper half of the building from the front. Great, red pillars held up the right side, creating a pavement for both foot traffic and a road for vehicles into the station’s car park.

David paced about, unable to keep himself from showing excitement. Wearing a plain grey tee shirt, denim jean shorts and black sandals for the hot weather. Occasionally looking around watchfully through the throngs of people going about their business.

His letter to Judith had asked for her to find the car park at the station and she would be sure to run into him. From where he was, simply turning left after arriving at one of the train platforms, then continuing straight would assure it.

It was about quarter past eleven, the time Judith said she was likely to arrive in her letter back. This would be the first time he had invited a friend around in a long while.

Frankly, although he was excited, he couldn’t help but feel nervous about the whole thing. Though he and his mother Rue had reconciled somewhat, she had tried to persuade him into inviting someone other than Jamal Harris’s little sister. She assumed they were just Quidditch teammates who happened to share a history with the Cursed Vaults and that was it.

It was only when David had told his mother the full story of their delve into the Ice Vault that she had relented. The curse had begun its most dramatic transformation midway through their match against Slytherin for the Quidditch Cup. Ice conjured by the vault had begun encompassing the school, threatening to overcome it entirely.

Together, they, alongside Bill Weasley and Penny Haywood had made their way to the vault. Breaking the seal on the door had caused Penny and Bill to become trapped by the cursed ice; as well as unleash its guardian, an animated suit of armour held together by ice and frost.

In the midst of the Ice Knight trying to carve them up, Judith had used an Incendio that had briefly drawn its attention from David after he was cornered. Whether his mother liked it or not, Judith had saved his life. An invitation to his hometown was the least he could do for her.

He had initially wanted to face the vaults on his own. Though, that plan seemed doomed to fail before he had even set foot on the castle grounds after he had bumped into Rowan. Now, Judith was a part of an ever-growing circle of friends that David was slowly building up, an addition that he was glad for.

He hadn’t thought much of her when he first arrived at Hogwarts. She had made no effort to seek him out, which was just fine for David at the time. Playing Quidditch with her though had shown him there was more to Judith Harris than first met the eye.

Underneath her quiet exterior, she was fierce, witty and a hell of a lot stronger than she looked. The first time they sparred together, David hadn’t been expecting her to use a back kick on him. While she had at first been worried she overdid it, David had shrugged it off despite the sizeable bruise it had left on his stomach. If anything, it had just convinced him it was a good idea to spar with her further. Nothing would keep his own hand-to-hand combat skills sharp like fighting an experienced opponent.

A splash of bright yellow caught his eye, quite distinct amongst a sea of other colours. A dark-skinned girl about his age with long, brown-black locs tied back. Her gold eyes looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings before finally landing on David, getting a beaming smile from her. There was no mistaking who it was.

“Judith!” He called out enthusiastically, grinning back.

“It’s good to see you David.” His friend answered, walking up to him and giving him a brief hug. One that he returned.

“Same here, welcome to Liverpool.” He replied, grandly gesturing to the outside of the station.

Judith rolled her eyes playfully, giving a brief scan of the view. There was a busy junction that ran alongside the station, vehicles coming from at least three different directions. A Neo-Grecian-style stone building and a white tower tipped with a room with blue windows dominated the view. Impressive in its own right but it would definitely be better to explore the city with David to really see what it had to offer.

“Thank you for the invitation, shall we?” Judith’s implication was clear to David, time to head off.

“Of course, mum is waitin’ for us in the car park. Just a heads up, she can be a bit... intense.” David warned.

‘Oh joy.’ Judith thought sarcastically, hoping David’s mum wouldn’t be an exact copy of her own...

She wouldn’t have long to wonder, moving along a pavement that ran parallel to the train platforms, towards the car park, separated from the rest of the station by a wrought-iron fence. A few cars were in it, without their owners of course. All except one.

In front of a silver Ford Escort stood a woman. Pale-skinned with shoulder length dark brown hair. She was dressed in a grey pinstripe suit, a pale pink shirt under it being the only other colour. Curiously, a small, sharp and serrated tooth was hung around her neck by a black thread. She held what appeared to be a red snakeskin handbag.

Brown eyes were fixed on the pair as they approached her, though especially on Judith. Clearly David had his mother’s eyes, ones that were intent on analysing Judith for their first meeting. Watching her warily in silent judgement, a stoic expression not giving anything away.

Judith could see what David meant. She didn’t like being watched ordinarily, it made her feel like she was being judged. Under Rue Willows’ gaze though, she couldn’t help but feel a nagging sensation at the back of her head, one that commanded attention. Not cruel exactly but not friendly either, it made Judith squirm.

“I-it’s nice to meet you, Ms Willows.” Judith greeted quietly, anxious to see if there was any change in the woman. Receiving nothing but another glance over.

“Ahem.” David coughed, trying to defuse the tension.

It worked, Rue finally spoke up after that prompt, “A pleasure to meet you too Judith.” She replied curtly, her accent making it clear she was from Ireland. She turned her attention to her son, taking a large pouch out of her handbag that clinked as she moved it before tossing it to David. “I was thinking, David. Maybe you could show Judith around the city centre? Even show her Under Mersey. Just be back by five, if you can.”

David’s eyes widened both at the statement and the amount of bronze, silver and gold staring back at him as he looked inside the pouch. Sure, they had talked about loosening the tight restrictions that had troubled their relationship since Jacob’s disappearance but something like this so soon was unexpected.

“Thanks mum.” David answered, sounding grateful for it.

Rue’s features softened slightly as a smile tugged at the corner of her lips, “You don’t want be carrying your case everywhere you go, do you Judith? Let me take it while you and David are out.” She asked, holding out her hand, sounding just a bit friendlier with her offer. Though despite it being phrased as a question, there was clearly no room for argument.

Judith handed her case over, “Thank you, Ms Willows.”

Rue only gave a nod of acknowledgement and a quick “Have fun.” as she put Judith’s case into the boot of the car before driving off.

“I see what you mean, intense is certainly a word for it.” Judith stated, “Question though, what’s an ‘Under Mersey’?

“Well, y’know how Diagon Alley is in London?” David asked as he started walking, getting a nod from his friend, “In every major city across England, Ireland, Wales and Scotland, there’s a place for wizards to go to, Under Mersey is Liverpool’s.” Judith hummed in understanding at that, she had never been to a wizarding community outside of London.

“But, how about a brief tour of the muggle side first? There’s a couple of iconic places in walking distance from here. Any other bits of history, I can just tell you about.” David suggested.

“Whatever you want David,” Judith shrugged, “This is your city, let’s see what it’s got.” The two friends stepped out onto the streets of Liverpool catching the scent of the sea on the wind. The general style reminding Judith of the inner city of London. Buildings being tightly packed together, only allowing roads through. Little to no space for alleyways turning the city centre into a maze of roads.

David grinned at her statement, “Well then Miss Harris, on your right you will see St George’s Hall. A big concert venue, mostly for dead posh events.” He said, making a show of it as he pointed out the stone building Judith had seen previously, “However, if you fancy more modern tastes, to your left you’ll see Radio City, Liverpool’s local radio.”

Judith chuckled at her friend’s showmanship, “Are there any music venues we could go to?” She asked as the two of them crossed the junction, content to follow David’s lead.

“Closest one to us is the Cavern Club. Mostly does local bands, Jazz, Rock and Roll, R&B, that sort of music.” Judith grinned, that was the sort of music she could get into, David wasn’t done with his little tour as they began walked through the streets, “Though it’s only open on a Thursday nowadays. It’s not the original, that was the cellar of a warehouse on Matthew street that got filled with cement when they were goin’ to construct part of an underground railway but it didn’t happen in that part of the city. They tried excavating the place to reopen it but there was too much damage to the structure. So they just built a new one on the same street.”

Judith’s brow furrowed at that, it was definitely an interesting piece of the city’s history but in retrospect it seemed to have been a waste of time.

“But Liverpool itself has been around since 1207, though it didn’t gain much prominence as a port until the 17th century.” David explained before pointing off further in the distance. “Up that way is the Pier Head, used to be where a lot of the goings on at the docks were handled earlier this century. More recently though, Liverpool produced one of the most famous bands in the Muggle world just over twenty years ago. They performed in the original Cavern Club, speaking off, we’re coming up to Matthew Street, right now.”

David suddenly turned onto Matthew Street, Judith following close behind him. It was clear to see where he was heading with the street being devoid of any foot traffic.

The Cavern Club.

Judith cocked an eyebrow at this, “I thought you said this was only open on Thursdays?” She asked as they now stood in front of the black archway, the doors of the club very clearly closed and likely locked tight.

“Oh it is,” David confirmed, “But this also the only way I know of to get into Under Mersey.” He continued, stepping beneath the neon sign of the club into the archway.

“How do you do it?” Judith asked, giving him a slightly sceptical look.

“Take my hand, brace yourself, and you’ll see.” David said, offering his hand to her. Judith took it tentatively, joining him at his side. David tapped his foot six times, the first two beats were slower than the next quick four before he then said, “Hey Jude.”

At first, Judith thought he was addressing her, though she only managed to get out a “Wh-” before she felt her stomach lurch as she and David fell through the pavement beneath them.

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The New Chaser Pt. 5

Iris wanted to crawl back into her bed and just not get out. She had a tension headache that she was sure she would need to see Madam Pomfrey about before the house match. There was a little folded paper airplane sitting on her night stand and she picked it up.

A simple letter from Murphy asking if she would join him at breakfast for a game of Wizard Chess. She knew she had to eat something, maybe at least have something to drink. So slid on a pair of jeans, tossed on a white t shirt, and grabbed a sweater that she slid on while she walked out the door.

Murphy McNully arranged his wizard chess set on the Gryffindor table, waiting for Iris to join him. He had invited her to chat before her first match against Slytherin with the intent to sell her on using the Thimblerig Shuffle. He hoped she would see reason with using strategy rather then brute force or taking a more lackadaisical approach.

She saw Murphy sitting at the end of the table near the raised stage. She approached and all but plopped into the bench. He was so focused on arranging his chess pieces that he failed to see Iris approach and take a seat across from him at the table.

“I don't know if I can keep my mind of Wizard chess with the first Quidditch house match today.” She admitted, looking at what there was to eat. Iris ended up reaching for a apple fritter that looked sweet.

He noted that she looked like she slept rather roughly and her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail.

“That's exactly why I invited you to play! So I can crush you at Wizard chess while your mind is elsewhere!”

“Murphy!” She said in a shocked tone.

“Nothing like a game of wits to remind you of the importance of strategy.” Welp, he had just blurted that out that quickly. He smacked himself mentally. “It's what sets apart the winners from the losers, the champs from the chumps, the high fliers from the low-”

“Is this invitation to play chess or just a ploy to get me to use the Thimblerig Shuffle?” She inquired with one of her eyebrows quirked in his direction. Though he didn't show it, he shifted under her scrutinizing gaze.

“Do you think my inviting you here is all a ploy?” He asked, almost fearing her answer.

“Absolutely I do.” Iris stated quickly. He had to admit, the fact that she felt he was only using her rather hurt.

“Well I can be your friend and still be actively strategizing at the same time.” He stated back, hoping she would understand that he was truly her friend and not just manipulating her.

“So you are?” She said with an air of mild intrigue as she cooly poured herself a cup of juice.

“Only because I think it will set you up to score.” He adjusted one of the pieces in front of him, “Besides I happen to know that Orion chose Gryffindor's newest Chaser to lead our house to victory today.”

“You know!” Her elbows made a thumping noise as she plopped them on the table and rested her head in her hands, “it's suppose to be unexpected that I'm calling the shots. That's Orion's whole plan.”

“Orion never has a 'whole plan' He goes with whatever strikes him in the moment. Sometimes it's a stray bludger.”

“You're not helping.” Her voice was low as she rubbed her forehead.

“Don't fret. There's less than 1.3% chance that Slytherin will know what role you'll be playing.” He added quickly.

“Yeah, but, there's still a lot of pressure on me, considering this is my first match.”

“Here,” he moved one of the pawns on the chess board, “lets chat while I beat you at a game of chess.” He offered. Her big blue eyes looked up to him and he could see the trepidation and skepticism there as she rolled her eyes and reached out for a piece. “All eyes will be on you, Iris, but that's not a bad thing, people love a good underdog story.” He threw her a wink and she just grinned a shook her head.

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“Checkmate.” Murphy said as he placed the piece down.

“Again?” Iris exclaimed, looking down at the board. “You're impossible to beat!”

“Not true, but making you think so is part of my strategy.” He told her. Iris was silent a minute, and he could tell she was formulating something in that brain of hers, but when she spoke, it was his turn to be shocked by her question.

“What you were saying, about the pressure, all eyes on you, underdogs and such...” She trailed off, picking up the white King that had just knocked over her black King. “You were talking about you, weren't you?”

“Of course! You know how much I like talking about me.” He covered up his more vulnerable side with jokes and hoped Iris wouldn't see through him. So far, for his sixteen years of life, it had worked. “Besides, it's my first house match too. Being a commentator, I mean.”

“Well, it's easier for you to handle, you never seem nervous.” Iris admitted, reaching over to sip at her glass of juice.

“Really?” He smiled ruefully and shook his head, “well, that's impressive, given I'm nervous about 43.4% of the time.” He opened himself up to her, and it was the first time he had really spoken about his insecurities to anyone, but he was going to continue.

“43.4%? Really?” Iris's eyes widened at this knew knowledge.

“Listen, Iris,” he rolled his shoulders, “I talk a good game, I talk a brilliant game... But when I come into a new spot, I know what I'm up against, how I'll be remembered when I leave. Not as 'that wizard with the dashing haircut' or 'that wizard with the stellar commentary skills', or in your case, 'that wizard who's a Quidditch genius and will kick your bum at chess.” She smiled and let out a soft hum at that. “I'll always be 'that wizard in the wheelchair'.” The look on Iris's face was the kind he had seen most of his life and he didn't want any pity, especially not from her. Iris had been one of the few people that came into his life and didn't seem to see his wheelchair first, she had never even brought it up. “Which I am of course, But I'm all those other things too. So because of that, I'm always trying to show everyone all that I am, all at once, and all the time.” He rubbed at the back of his neck, feeling rather exposed at putting it all out there all at once to her. “Perhaps it's why I'm so quick to push my words and ideas onto the Quidditch world.”

“Idea's like the Thimblerig Shuffle.” Iris nodded, her voice low and even.

“Sincerely, it's up to you. I'm done selling you on it. Just do me one favor,” he asked her, and she met his eyes. “Go out on that pitch and show everyone who you want them to remember, and waste no time.”

Iris smiled at him and nodded.

“You've given me a lot to think about Murphy.”

“When will you realize I'm your best mate and you should just start calling me McNully.”

“Maybe when you realize that's the reason I call you Murphy instead,” she smiled at him in a way that made his stomach flip. She stood up and stretched, “Or perhaps when I finally beat you at chess.” She added, placing her hands on her hips.

“So, never then?”

“Haha. Thank you, for your advice, Murphy. I really appreciate it, but I have to go down and get ready.”

“I need to prep too. I'll see you in the sky, Iris.”

Hagrid made his way up next to where Iris had stood up. Murphy was aware that Iris was on the shorter side, she wasn't much taller then he was when he was sitting in his chair, but next to Hagrid she looked dwarfed and he snickered.

“Big day fer the both o' yeh, first house match of the year, Sorry the interrup' yer game o' chess.”

“Oh don't worry Hagrid, we were finished.” Iris assured him.

“I've finished winning, is what Iris meant to say.” He and Iris exchanged glances and she just shook her head. “Have you come to wish us luck, Hagrid?”

“'Course. But I got a message for Iris, too. Professor McGonagal wants to see yeh'.”

“Oh. Is it something serious?”

“Yeh know how she is about Quidditch.”

“Ok, then I shouldn't keep her waiting.” Iris leaned over and squeezed Murphy's shoulder. “Next time I see you lets hope it's because we won.” He reached up and patted her hand on his shoulder.

“I have faith in you.” He told her honestly, hoping he conveyed that he truly did have all the faith in her.

“Really? Not going to rattle off a percentage?”

“Well I don't believe in absolutes, but it's close to 100.”

She smiled and pulled her hand off his shoulder before heading to the grand doors that lead out of the dining hall.

Murphy watched her retreating figure until she was out of sight.

“You've been spending a lot of time with Iris.” A boy a little further down the table spoke to him.

“Yeah, been trying to give her some strategies for Quidditch, she's got a ton of natural talent and I'd like to see her apply herself.” Murphy admitted as he started packing up his chess set.

“Well consider yourself lucky, she's normally to busy with the Weasley's, Lee and Copper. There's a bunch of us that would like some one on one time with her.”

“Yeah, well,” he replied. “I'm not so sure that she's interested in that kind of time with me.” He stated as he closed the box and sealed in his chess pieces.

“Oh come on, you are spending more time with her then most people these days, you can't tell me there's not something going on.” The other Gryffindor replied.

“There's not.” Murphy slammed his chess set case closed harder then he intended and it seemed to startle the other into silence.

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Murphy knew that Iris would more then likely attend the party before the game, and he needed to find her to get her to the tent because he knew that Orion would be doing his moment of Vivication. He wheeled down to the training grounds and searched for her but shockingly, did not see her anywhere.

“Facepaint kid!” He called when he saw him, “have you seen Iris?”

“Last I saw her she was with Penny.” Ok so now he had to find two blondes.

He spotted the two blondes down from the grounds, near a tree, isolated from everyone having what looked to be a chat. He rolled up and caught the two girls off guard.

“Iris! What are you doing here? There's Quidditch to be played! The first of your three house matches! Lets go, lets go, lets go! Huge stakes await! Massive implications! Don't you know how much of your Quidditch future hinges on what happens on the pitch today?”

Had he actually stopped talking long enough he would have seen the almost terror like look in Iris's eyes as he talked, he would have noticed the way that Penny was comforting Iris in a way that should have made him realize that something was wrong.

But he didn't. He had unfortunately been so overly excited about the game, he had overlooked the way Iris seemed to have shriveled.

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The crowd was roaring, why wouldn't it be? The first house match was between Hogwarts biggest rivals, Slytherin vs. Gryffindor.

Iris came in the tent, feeling completely dejected. The weight of this decision was starting to worm it's way into the part of her mind that controlled her anxiety.

Orion, Skye and Murphy were waiting for her when she walked in. Murphy smiled brightly at her, noticing she had her long hair braided into two separate braids that hung down her back. He noticed though that there was something off about her and he was about to say something when Orion beat him to it.

“There you are! We were just talking about you!”

“All good things I hope?” Her voice sounded less light then normal, and he didn't care for that.

“Of course!” Skye quipped.

“At least 99.3% positive!” Murphy joked, hoping to lighten her mood.

“What about the .7%?” She asked. Well that backfired.

“Margin or error.” He smiled, hoping he was convincing enough.

“Whatever that means. Listen, there's always room for improvement.” Skye drawled.

“But at what point does one run out of room?” Orion asked, looking off into the distance like he was looking at a majestic mountain.

“No time for mind-benders, Captain. We're our first Quidditch house match to go and win right now.” She stated with authority.

“So this is it? It's time? Right now?” There was an urgency in Iris's voice that was foreign.

“Yes. How do you feel about holding the fate of our team in your hands?” Orion asked. Murphy looked up at Iris and it clicked. She was terrified. She didn't want this burden on her shoulders and yet it had been thrust upon her and Murphy felt animosity grow in him towards Orion.

For whatever reason, be that selfish or truly for the team, Orion had put the pressure of being the team Captain on Iris rather then himself. On someone who already had enough pressure on her shoulders, and he had aided in that pressure.

He wanted to kick himself.

“I'm not prepared to make these big decisions in our first house match.” Iris told him truthfully. This was it, it was the last moment for Orion to pull her out of the fire and let her just let her get her feet wet in her first match.

“The fact you aren't ready is exactly why Orion's put you in charge.” Skye smiled, and he wanted to punch out her kneecaps. Iris's eyes looked so sad.

“I have no doubt that everything shall work out as it should.” Orion stated serenely. Murphy felt his eye twitch. Anyone with eyes could see Iris's discomfort and it felt like Orion was purposefully ignoring her. She literally told him she wasn't ready and didn't want to do it, what else did he need. “Now, my teammates let us gather for a moment of vivification before we fly out onto the pitch.” Skye and Orion waled over to the benches and near the chalkboard in the corner.

“Moment of vivification?” Iris asked Murphy once they were alone.

“Fancy word for pep talk. His “Orion-isms' are suppose to be legendary. It's why I'm here!” They made their way over to the benches, and Iris sat, while everyone else stood. Perhaps it was her last act of rebellion if she was going to be forced to do this.

She sat at the end of the bench and leaned over towards Murphy, resting her elbow on the arm of his chair to prop her face up. She looked tired, glassy eyes, and defeated.

Orion was exceptionally animated as he gave his speech about Quidditch and making memories.

Skye huffed, “No 'moments of vivification' in professional Quidditch leagues.”

“I thought I was a talker.” Murphy whispered to Iris.

“I've never heard him talk in non riddles before, it's kind of refreshing.” She whispered back. Murphy calculated his chances of getting either slapped or having her pull away like she had been burned if he tried to grab her hand. 45.6% chance. He raised his hand and at first placed a feather light touch on her wrist, which caused her to lift her cheek from her hand, and then moved his fingers to grip hers.

“I can tell you're worried, but you got this.”

“I am Quidditch, you are Quidditch, we are Quidditch.” Orion drawled in front of them.

“Thank you, I just wish it wasn't all on me.” She admitted as he rubbed his thumb over the skin on the back of her hand. Orion had stilled for a second and Murphy looked up just in time to see the Quidditch Captain glaring in his direction.

“The time has come, my teammates!” Orion bellowed. “Remember, for this match, we will take our cues from Iris, once we are in the air.” Murphy looked up at Iris and she had a neutral face, if she had any left over anxiety about the game, she wasn't showing it now. “Let us go to the Quidditch Pitch and make Gryffindor proud!”

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Murphy watched awestruck as Iris owned the pitch. She was practically unstoppable, from stealing quaffles to scoring on a keeper. She soared like a bird. Regardless, the game was exceptionally close.

“This first house match could all come down to this next move!” He exclaimed as he saw Skye, Amari, and Iris lining up. Iris was leading them, and his heart sped up as he recognized what it was she was setting up for. “Looks like Rosewood is setting up for... Something never seen in a house match! Lets call it a Thimblerig shuffle!” He actually had a difficult time articulating the words, he was so ecstatic. “The Gryffindor chasers have moved into formation! They've got the Quaffle, and great odds of keeping it!”

Iris executed his play perfectly, and it looked better then he could have hoped for. He could hear the crowd outside already shouting and talking about it. He could hardly wait for the game to be over and find Iris.

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His chair was rolling as fast as he could get it. He was almost to the tent when he heard Iris's voice.

“Yes, but it wasn't my idea that I would be doing the deciding.” She stated. He was not going to let her simply sweep this victory under the rug. Iris was someone who seemed to constantly be in the spotlight, but she was always trying to get out of it, this time she was in the spotlight and he was going to make sure she shined. He rolled into the tent and shouted,

“240 points to 110! Gryffindor comes through with a big win!”

“Welcome, McNully. We were just in the middle of something-” Orion began but was quickly cut off by Skye.

“Right, we were just in the middle of wrapping up.” Her tone left no room for anything else. “About time, too, because Iris and I need to have a little post match chat.” Iris's eyes nearly doubled in size and Murphy felt his fist clench.

“It shall have to wait because I, too, need to speak with Iris.” Orion stated.

“Get in the queue! Needing a chat with Iris is why I'm here.” Murphy interjected quickly, if a bit harshly. He had to talk to Iris, for many reasons, Orion and Skye would have to wait.

“So... Each of you need to talk to me? Right now?” Iris questioned, looking like a deer in the headlights. If he could get them all to talk to Iris, about the game, then he could possibly get to chat with her alone about perhaps the meaning behind why she chose the Thimblerig Shuffle. There was a flicker of hope in his chest that perhaps, yes it was the best option, that she chose it because she had a sweet spot for him, a sweet spot that could be romantic. He felt like a rubber band pulled taught and about to snap.

“Suppose we chat all together then? Let's head to the pitch!” The sooner the better.

“Fine, but I need to change first.” Iris stated, grabbed her bag and exited the main part of the tent towards the changing stalls. She seemed a bit put off, and he hoped that he hadn't angered her. He quickly left with Orion and Skye to wait for Iris on the pitch.

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The three waited for her in silence. Iris came into view from the little tunnel and his heart beat a little faster, his favorite thing she wore, her denim and a white t-shirt, he'd have to focus harder with her in street clothes. Iris was barely on the pitch before Murphy blurted out,

“I'll say my piece first.”

“Should not the Captain lead this chat?” Orion questioned.

“Rubbish! I said I wanted to talk to Iris before either of you did.” Skye stated in her typical confident outspoken voice. Doubt it, Murphy thought, and actually about stated.

“Actually I'll speak first.” Iris asserted herself.

“Oh.” Skye seemed genuinely surprised. “All right then, lets hear it.”

“A twist. 99.7% unexpected.”

“Carry on Iris, we're listening.” Orion told her.

“I have a feeling you all want to talk to me about my decisions in the match. You should know that I went with my heart when I decided which move I'd call when it mattered the most.” Iris spoke and her words made Murphy soar. “It was a personal choice to go with who made me most believe in their point of view, and that was Murphy.” She looked to him and he saw a faint smile on her face, but it was gone in an instant as she continued. “And we won! So it all worked out for the best!”

“So you're saying each of us, knowing you'd be making the moves, tried to influence you before the match?” Skye questioned.

“Whether you tried to influence me, only each of you know for sure.” Iris counterpointed. She lied, and Murphy raised his eyebrow at her. He knew that she knew that he had tried to influence her to use the Thimblerig shuffle, but she didn't tell Skye and Orion that. She was covering for him. “But you each asked to see me, shared a bit of something personal and the move you favored did come up.”

“McNully! Orion! Shame on you!” Skye scolded loudly.

“On us!” Murphy questioned as loudly.

“I do not believe in shame.” Orion stated serenely.

“Well meaning or not, it sounds like we all did the same thing, Skye!” Murphy argued.

“Listen,” Iris quickly interjected holding her arms up like she was trying to calm down wild animals. “I learned something new in talking with each of you, so it wasn't a bad thing!”

“Everyone learns something new after talking with me! I'm full of valuable knowledge.” Murphy tried to lighten the mood but the look Iris gave him clearly stated not now. “That's why I'd wanted to chat, to say thanks for calling the Thimblerig shuffle.” No, he was going to continue because she needed to know how much this meant to him. “Whether you did it for me or not, getting to commentate on my own strategy in my first house match, realizing that all of Hogwarts will know the strategy by name, and know how brilliantly it works, it's got me... Speechless.”

“Well, I'm glad you approve of my decision and that I was actually able to pull it off.” Iris smiled. “I chose the Thimblerig Shuffle because I believe in you, Murphy, and I knew it would mean a lot to you.” There was a gentleness in her voice he wasn't sure he had heard before.

“I'd say the Thimblerig Shuffle had something to do with our house ultimately winning.” He turned towards Skye and Orion as if daring them to argue. But he should have known better, of course they would.

“I should like to think inspired broom surfing would have led to a far greater triumph.”

“Thimblerig shuffle, good luck trying to get that to catch on.” Skye rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Now Parkin's Pincer, that move is a classic!”

“Please don't fight!” Iris pleaded, “It was our first Quidditch match! It wasn't my decision to make decisions.”

“So we're in agreement that Orion made this happen?” Skye snarked. Iris looked like she was about ready to blow a gasket.

“I don't think we're in agreement about anything.” Murphy stated.

“I am in agreement with myself and that is all that matters.” Orion announced and they almost all rolled their eyes.

“Agreement with yourself? What does that even MEAN?!” Skye shouted, and for a second Murphy thought she was going to strangle him.

“You know he's going to answer that question with a question, Skye.” Murphy huffed.

“Have you statistics to support that, McNully?” It was the first time Orion had ever seemed to give it back to them.

“You're all unbelievable! I should've known this would happen!” Iris finally shouted, grabbing her head and shook it. “I'm not dealing with it, there is to much drama and I'm done.” Iris stated with an authority that seemed final, she turned and started to walk away and Murphy nearly panicked.

“Stop!” Facepaint kid made all of them nearly jump out of their skin.

“Blimey where did you come from!”

“He's actually a very stealthy eavesdropper.” Iris shouted over her shoulder and explained to Murphy.

“I can eavesdrop no longer! You have to hear me out!” He told them, beckoning for Iris to come back, “Iris was right, it doesn't matter how we won if we won! And you all did great together as a team and thats what matters! You're all heros to Gryffindor and we need heros!”

“Are commentators also heros?”

“Lets say that they are, McNully.” Orion smiled at him.

“See! You're getting along better already!” Facepaint kid smiled brightly.

“Thank you.” Iris told him.

“Well it had to be done! You're all missing quite a party!”

“So, shall we all go together then?” Orion asked.

“We shall, I suppose.” Skye agreed but they could all tell it was a bit bitter.

“I'm in.” Murphy agreed.

“Then lets go.” Iris lead the way.

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Unexpected Part 2

Harry Potter Marauders Era AU

Link to Part 1

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M-minor smut

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Regulus couldn’t get away from Sirius soon enough. The last thing that he really wanted to deal with was Sirius asking questions about his love life. Regulus was already regretting what he admitted to his brother. Saying that he didn’t love you was a bit harsh. While he didn’t exactly know what love was, Regulus was sure that there was something of it inside him for you.

Stepping into the house, he remained in the hallways but focused his attention on you specifically. You sat talking to Lily with Halley in your arms.

I do care for her more than she knows...I suppose that I do love her

The past four months had been crazy for both of you. Crazy was putting things lightly. Before Halley was born Regulus never had any interest in having a child. The day that you had come to him with the test results, Regulus almost fainted. Remembering the day was enough to make him nervous again.

Regulus stood in the hotel room looking at the muggle pregnancy test as you stood waiting for him to say something. He had paced around the room a few times and was close to losing the stronghold that he had on his temper. Regulus needed an answer and you were only looking at him for an answer on how to feel.

“Are you sure? What if it's faulty?”

You looked up at him with a confused expression. Regulus was trying to remain calm and you could see it. He was trying not to upset you and for that, you would be eternally thankful.

“Six of them?”

Regulus ran a hand through his hair. Six of them wouldn’t lie. One could be faulty but you clearly covered your bases...smart clever girl.

“Is there anyone else that the child could belong to?”

Your face immediately went from worried to shocked. That comment you clearly didn’t expect and Regulus regretted asking it immediately. He was the one that had taken your virginity that night and you only made time for him from that night forward.

“I’ve only slept with you! We have been seeing each other a lot lately...if you’re suggesting that I am some loose tramp just forget what I’ve told you and I’ll handle it on my own with no help from you.”

You quickly gathered up your things and turned to leave without another word. Regulus stood motionless a moment longer before taking off after you. He ran through the hotel room and skidded into the foyer.

“Y/n, wait! I’m an idiot.”

Your hand was on the door handle as you turned to face him. What color Regulus had in his face had vanished leaving your lover paler than normal. His young face was etched with worry as you began to speak.

“No, you’re just a prim and proper boy who wasn’t trained to have unprotected sex with some stupid girl who is on the other side of the tracks.”

Regulus had to agree with you on that one. His mother would have a fit if she knew what her youngest son had done. Regulus couldn’t let her know...not yet. Walburga would expect you to “get rid of it” and that wasn’t something that he wanted to happen. Regulus wanted nothing more than to protect you and his child...even if it meant disappointing his family.

He quickly closed the distance between your bodies. Reaching out Regulus pulled you into his arms. What he was doing...he had no idea. Holding you seemed like the best option that he could come up with.

“Let me take care of you...We did this together and to be honest with you, Y/n, I’ve become taken with you.”

His words from that day were still accurate. Regulus was taken with you and he didn’t see that changing. Maybe he wasn’t ready to say love then and in some ways he was afraid to say it now but deep down he knew that he loved you. You would be the one that would prove to him that love exists.

Halley crying pulled Regulus from his thoughts. Any time the child made a noise, Regulus was on his feet. Had he ever expected to love the child so much? No. The moment that Halley was put into his arms the first time, Regulus was in awe of her. For someone only being minutes old, she already had him wrapped around her finger.

The baby’s arrival made Regulus question his own relationship with his own father. Orion had always been closed off and didn’t want to be bothered with his sons until they were older. Regulus wasn’t even aware if his father knew who he was until he was at least six. When he was older and not as interested in causing havoc (as Sirius) Regulus finally became closer to his father.

The last thing Regulus planned on doing was letting Halley feel this way. That was the thing that he liked about being in Paris alone (without other family involved). It was just the two of you looking after Halley alone. The two of you only relied on each other to make sure that the baby was happy and healthy. Now...Regulus was afraid that would change. When your parents and his parents decided it was time to sink their claws in, things would become difficult between Regulus and yourself. Would he side with what his parents wanted (which would involve Halley being raised in a life of privilege and pureblood shenanigans) or what your parents would want (still a privileged childhood but no pureblood bullshit that would piss his parents off)? Regulus already made a personal promise to himself that he would put his foot down and tell his parents no...should it need to be done.

You, meanwhile, had stood up trying to lull the child back to sleep. Meeting Regulus’ eyes, you gave him a small smile. Regulus couldn’t help but smile back. You were stunningly beautiful and you were his.

I really am an ass.

Regulus thought as you came to join him.

“Is everything alright?”

You asked, softly. Regulus nodded. He gently kissed your forehead, earning a scowl from Lily in the other room.

“Everything’s fine, darling. How about here? Are they plotting my murder?”

You rolled your eyes before giving him a sly smile.

“Nothing of the sort. Would you like to come upstairs with me to get the baby to sleep? It will be a bit before my parents arrive.”

Regulus nodded. He was more than happy to snag a few moments of silence with you. After the disastrous meeting with James, Regulus needed some time to prepare for meeting with your parents. He already expected your father to not be pleased with him. What kind of father would be pleased to find out that their daughter hastily married a man that she had a child with secretively? If there was some kind of father that would be okay with this then they must have something wrong with them.

“Y/n, you can put Halley in Harry’s crib if you would like. He’s not due for a nap for a while.” You gently placed Halley down in the crib. Making sure that the baby was sleeping, you turned and went back into the bedroom that Lily directed you toward. Regulus lay back on the bed with his hands behind his head.

“It didn’t take her long to go to sleep.”

You commented before easing your shoes off. Regulus gave you a smile.

“Normally at this time of day, it isn’t too bad. I was thinking...maybe we could go look at some houses or flats tomorrow? I would feel a lot better if we had our own place and didn’t have your brother looking down his nose at us nonstop.”

You moved to lay down beside Regulus on the bed. Snuggling your face into his chest, you gently petted his cheek until Regulus rolled himself to look down at you. His steely gaze kept your eyes locked on his.

“Is that what you want?”

You asked. Regulus nodded.

“We need our own place for our family. I know that you’ve missed your brother but we can’t stay with them forever. I have a feeling that I will be in a fight with James if we stay too long. I wouldn’t want to rearrange your brother’s face too much.”

Regulus was relieved when you didn’t become annoyed. You were well aware of the animosity between Regulus and James. Their relationship had been rocky since childhood at school and you didn’t see that changing much into adulthood. You had a feeling that Regulus would be more receptive of a cordial relationship with James but your elder brother wanted nothing of it. James was still furious with the Black family for how they did Sirius (and you understood that). Regulus, in James' mind, was a pampered little prince that knew nothing of the world. Regulus was the little brat that became Slytherin’s seeker and helped the Slytherin team crush Gryffindor into the ground. There were many other petty things that led to James’ disapproval of Regulus. Now James had your marriage and Halley’s birth to add to his list of reasons why he didn’t like Regulus Black. What James didn’t see was that Regulus lost his own brother that night and suffered greatly when Sirius left. He didn’t see that Regulus was only going through the motions after Sirius left.

You pulled yourself from your thoughts before looking up to Regulus.

“You’re right. We’ve gotten used to our privacy. I’m not looking forward to keeping quiet or worrying about silencing charms anytime that we want to touch each other.”

Regulus’ eyes fluttered open at that. He gave you a small smile.

“We have to watch ourselves to not wake up the baby. I am not about to take extra care to not give your brother nightmares….or….”

You immediately put a finger to his lips.

“Don’t be mean. Trust me, James is probably already brooding over the fact that we have sex..making him hear it would be just cruel.”

“I never claimed to be nice”

Regulus commented before leaning down to kiss you. You eagerly kissed him back. Slipping your hand down his chest to the buckle of his belt. Regulus’ hand quickly covered yours.

“Do we have enough time?”

You nodded.

“We’ve gotten used to quickies, unfortunately. Lucky for us, Halley sleeps like her father and won’t wake up for small noises.”

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“Very funny, smart mouth. You know, I think that I am in love with you.”

The two of you shared a smile before Regulus stood up to remove his trousers while you pulled your skirt up enough to spread your legs. You watched your husband with a pleased smile as he slid his trousers down his slender hips.

“Funny, I think that I’m in love with you too.”

You replied as Regulus took his place over you. Regulus gave you a needy kiss. He was as desperate as you were for some “closeness.” You groaned against Regulus’ mouth and he gently pushed inside of you. As much as you wanted to lay about and make slow passionate love to your husband, there wasn’t the time. The last thing that you wanted to do was face your parents looking thoroughly fucked. Things were about to be awkward enough without turning up with messy hair and swollen lips.

“Maybe we can con Lily and James into keeping Halley for a few days so we can have some private time alone. We haven’t had any of that from the day the child was born.”

You suggested as Regulus set up a steady pace. His eyes snapped open and rolled up to you.

“Don’t talk about your brother when I’m making love to you.”

Regulus hissed. You reached up and pulled Regulus down to you.

“Then kiss me and don’t be so loud.”

It seemed like the two of you had just gotten your clothes back on when there was a knock on the door.

“Yes?”

You called out. Lily’s voice came from the other side.

“Sweetheart, your parents are here.”

Regulus muttered “fuck” under his breath as the color drained from your face. It was time to face one part of the firing squad.

“Okay...be right down.”

It took you a few more moments to start downstairs. Regulus had gone into Harry’s room to get Halley. You waited outside of the room until Regulus stepped back out with Halley in his arms. The baby looked confused as she held onto her father’s shirt.

“It's going to be alright.”

Regulus said, hoping to sound confident. You only nodded before turning to walk down the stairs.

Taking a deep breath, you walked into the living room where your mother and father sat. Both were gleefully talking to a very quiet James. Your mother was the first to turn. She immediately stood with a smile.

“Y/n, darling!”

Euphemia moved to hug you but stopped the moment that she saw Regulus and the baby. Her mouth dropped as your father noticed the same thing.

“Y/n…”

Your mother started as James came in.

“It's exactly what it looks like.”

You narrowed your eyes on your brother as the annoyance began to build up.

“Shut up, James. They don’t know everything nor do you.”

Your father frowned. Neither James nor yourself ever argued with one another so this sudden venomous attitude was a shock.

“Y/n, what is going on, dear?”

Fleamont questioned as he turned his attention back to you. You took a breath.

“Before the both of you get angry, let me explain. Regulus and I got married and this is our baby. We didn’t tell anyone because we were afraid that someone would get hurt. If a letter with the information fell into the wrong hands...it could have been disastrous.”

Euphemia was clearly surprised as she put a hand over her mouth. She had a granddaughter that she didn’t know about. Shocked was the best feeling that she could come up with. James stood up.

“You know he is right?”

Euphemia immediately gave her son a displeased scowl. Of course, she knew who Regulus was. When Sirius turned up half dead at her doorstep, she wanted nothing more than to take Regulus away from his parents too but the boy wouldn’t hear of it. He had too much loyalty to his family.

“Yes, we know who he is James. I’m not angry with you, Y/n. I understand given the present situation with the times but I would have liked to have been there...for everything.”

Euphemia wanted to say more about her internal displeasure but it would make no difference. She could have told you that she missed every mother’s dream of watching her daughter walk down the aisle. Euphemia wanted nothing more than to have been able to be there with you while you were pregnant...that was taken away from her. In time the wounds would heal.

James’ mouth dropped.

“You’re both okay with this?”

Fleamont turned to his son. Your father’s displeasure was clearly written on his face but he didn’t speak of it.

“There is no point in beating a dead horse, James. What’s done is done.”

He finally commented as Euphemia stepped closer to Regulus with a warm smile. Regulus still looked like the shy boy that she remembered so well.

“Let me see this baby.”

She said cheerfully as Regulus slowly put Halley in her grandmother’s arms. Euphemia smiled immediately before gently stroking the baby’s cheek.

“She’s lovely.”

Euphemia commented before smiling up at Regulus.

“She looks a lot like you and your brother, dear. How old is she?”

“Four months, ma’am.”

Euphemia nodded with a smile before meeting her husband’s eyes. Fleamont had finally stood up and came to look at his granddaughter.

“She’s a perfect little girl. Harry will have a little playmate now.”

James looked up at that. You were pleased to see that realization had finally washed over your brother’s face. He hadn’t even gotten a good look at his niece due to him acting like an overgrown child. James looked at you apologetically. He made a mental note to talk to you later when Regulus wasn’t hovering over you. It would be easier to talk to you without the little pampered prince around. You would be his sister again...not Regulus’ wife.

James smiled down at his niece who was snuggling her grandmother.

“I only hope that Harry and Halley are as close as Y/n and I were.”

James said with a pleased smile. It was a genuine comment too. He wanted nothing more than for his son to be as close to his cousin as the two of you were as siblings. James could only hope that he could repair whatever damage he had caused that day.

For the next few hours, everything went smoothly. To your delight, your parents seemed as pleased with Regulus as you were. Your mother gave you a pleased as punch smile that let you know everything was alright with your family.

One set of parents down...one more to go...

When they left, you went to get Halley ready for bed. Regulus had remained in the living room attempting to talk to a very non-receptive James. You knew that it would be a very long road between the two.

As you walked up the stairs, you heard Sirius and Remus talking. The moment that your name came up, you froze outside the door. Sirius’ voice was the first one that you heard…

“Regulus doesn’t even love her. He said he hopes to fall in love with her someday but at this time he doesn’t love her. I think that it's a bit mean of him. Empty words hurt and you know how lovely Y/n is.”

You felt both your mouth and heart drop as Remus spoke.

“He actually admitted that to you?”

Sirius quickly spoke again with a sigh.

“That’s exactly what he said to me. He married her because it was the right thing to do. He didn’t want people talking about her. What I think is he didn’t want people talking about him. My brother is such a selfish little git. Makes me want to go punch him...he has a good wife. Y/n loves him so much and he just…”

“Sirius, maybe Regulus doesn’t know his own feelings. You know how you were over admitting to not knowing what love was at first…”

“Don’t care...Y/n is the mother of his child and he says I love you...he needs to mean it.”

You couldn’t listen anymore. Wanting to cry, you were tempted to go downstairs and yell at Regulus. This conversation would need to happen in private. Words couldn’t describe how heartbroken you were. Regulus had always made you feel loved and when he said “I love you” it felt so genuine. Now that you knew it was all a lie, you couldn’t formulate how to describe your feelings. Knowing Regulus only married you to keep himself “in a good light” was the worst feeling in the world.

It was another thirty minutes before Regulus came into the bedroom. He froze seeing you sitting at the end of the bed with tears in your eyes. Regulus immediately frowned. You didn’t cry.

“What’s wrong, love?”

You shook your head.

“Don’t call me that.”

Regulus blinked a few times before raising an eyebrow.

“I always call you that. What have I done?”

“Don’t tell me that you love me ever again! Never try to fool me with empty words. I know what you told Sirius outside. You married me out of some sense of duty so you wouldn’t be made out as the bad guy. It wasn’t out of us being in love. I was a fool then and I suppose that I still am. I would have been better off with people talking behind my back…”

Regulus’ cool composure didn’t drop. Inside, however, was a different story. He was about to panic over the knowledge that you had heard what he told his brother. The bigger question was how did you hear it? Did Sirius tell you? If he did, Regulus was going to strangle him!

“I do love you.”

He argued as you stood up. You took off your wedding ring and put it on the bedside table. Regulus could do with it what he wanted. As far as you were concerned, you had no idea what would happen between Regulus and yourself now. That sacred trust, that you thought was there, clearly wasn’t.

“Just stop! We have to stop! This has to stop!”

Regulus was beginning to lose his temper now...especially with himself. If he had just kept his mouth shut earlier then none of this would be happening. He would have a happy wife that loved him not one who was sobbing and hated his existence.

“If you are wanting me to leave you it isn’t happening.”

You rolled your eyes before starting for the bedroom door. Regulus moved to stop you but you shoved him out of the way.

“Well, I might just wash my hands of the whole stupid thing. I regret ever meeting you, Regulus Black.”

Regulus didn’t move to go after you. He was in too much shock to move. You had never said something so cruel to him. Not that he blamed you, had the rolls been reversed Regulus would have been as upset.

I really am an ass.

Regulus thought before lying down on the bed silently praying that he wouldn’t wake up.

A few hours had passed when the sound of Halley crying woke Regulus up. He sat up quickly and flipped on the bedside lamp. Yawning, Regulus glanced down at the clock that read 2:45. Halley had the fun habit of waking up around 3:00 every morning. Why would this night be different?

The soul-sucking depression hit Regulus like a brick to the stomach. The realization that you weren’t beside him made Regulus want to cry in frustration. He hadn’t cried in years but the night's events were enough to make him want to. Had this happened in France, he would have found a bottle of brandy and drunk himself to sleep.

Getting out of bed, Regulus slowly stepped into Harry’s room to only find the sleeping boy in the crib. The sound of you talking gently to Halley quickly grabbed his attention and Regulus turned in the other direction.

You sat in the living room gently rocking Halley who was eagerly playing with your necklace.

“I’m just fine on my own.”

You commented, not looking up to meet your husband’s exhausted face. If you had, you would have seen the depressed expression on Regulus’ face. You weren't sure if you would care or not though. At the moment, you wanted him to realize just how miserable and heartbroken that you were. You had considered telling Regulus that he could just go and be a typical 19-year-old and chase skirts if that was what he wanted. You weren’t going to stop him or keep him in some “loveless” marriage that he thought was the best idea in the first place.

“We always do this together.”

Regulus sadly commented. You kept your attention focused on your daughter’s face.

“Maybe it's time for a change. Go be a typical husband and go back to bed.”

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tenderedsouls · 3 years

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* hi friends ! i'm kofi , twenty3 , and i prefer either she / her or they / them pronouns ! i've been looking for a cute town rp to join , and i'm so glad i came across irving . i'm graduating from college this semester ( finally ! ) , so excuse me if i'm a little scatterbrained at times ! i just know that i'll eventually bring more muses to the group , but i figured that one was enough for my plate right now ( and i'm ridiculously picky and will spend hours making up my mind ) . that being said , jinhyuk is a brand new muse straight out of the box , so please forgive me if he strays from his intro ! i can't wait to read about everyone's muses , and i especially can't wait to build connections with everyone !

* ahn hyo seop , cis man + he / him | you know jinhyuk shin , right ? they're twenty five , and they've lived in irving for , like , their whole life ? well , their spotify wrapped says they've listened to swear to god by blackbear like , a million times this year which makes sense 'cause they've got that whole warm aroma of cedar and patchouli lingering on his skin , a bedside journal filled with nonsensical writings , and boisterous laughter followed by reddened cheeks thing going on . i just checked and their birthday is december 10th, so they're a sagittarius , which is unsurprising , all things considered .

001. DOSSIER .

name : shin jin hyuk . nicknames : jin , primarily . only called jinnie by his mother . date of birth : december 10th, 1995 . zodiac : sagittarius . birthplace : irving , north carolina ( raised on orion avenue ) . orientation : bisexual , biromantic . residence : irving , north carolina ( port apartments ) . occupation : accountant for kahlo’s café and graduate student . height : 188cm ( 6′2″ ) . mother : shin aera ( adoptive ; high school mandarin teacher ) . father : shin hangyeol ( adoptive ; emergency medicine nurse ) . positives : benevolent , educated , independent , liberal , passionate , and romantic . neutral : moralistic , boyish , mellow , private , restrained , and unaggressive . negative : hesitant , timid , cautious , boisterous , clumsy , and gullible . likes : iced americano , ballpoint pens , roasted carrots , rainy days , a too warm apartment , lazy sundays , sugar donuts , bubble tea , and cancelled lectures . dislikes : essay word minimums , too hot summers , too loud music , fireworks , black coffee , his sensitivity , and itchy sweaters . dressing style : best described as lazy yet stylish . consists primarily of shackets , sweatshirts , denim jeans , and ankle cropped dress pants . as someone constantly on his feet , he has a few trusty sneakers that get him across campus . it is rare to see him in track / sweatsuits as he can be self - conscious about his appearance . markings : a scar on his left elbow from falling through a fence at eight years old and a faded scar on his eyebrow from running into a tree branch at ten years old .

002 . BACKSTORY .

it’s december of 1995 when jinhyuk is born to parents who don’t want him or have the funds to raise him . for the better part of six months , he is raised in a local orphanage until he’s nearly a year old , and is adopted by shin aera and her husband , hangyeol . the couple are in their early thirties at the time of jinhyuk’s adoption , and he has never made the effort to look for his ‘birth’ parents , even though aera and hangyeol have asked if he would like to . the couple raise their son in a relatively normal and peaceful household on orion avenue , and despite not having siblings , jinhyuk grows up to be a warm yet tenderhearted person .

growing up , jinhyuk is a boy who wears his heart on his sleeve . it’s relatively tough for him to make friends during his early adolescent years as he grows a little too fast for his body to catch up with , and finds himself tripping over his feet when hanging out with other kids . on top of that , due to his asthma , it’s hard for him to keep up with the other kids of irving as they explore the places where he’s not supposed to be , often needing to stop for puffs from his inhaler . eventually , jinhyuk gives up on trying to be an adventurous child , and instead finds solace in making friends who are more interested in books , writing , video games , and anything that doesn’t involve getting his sneakers stuck in the mud .

it’s during his high school years when jinhyuk finally grows into his own . a handsome boy with wide eyes , jinhyuk has found a niche of people that he’s comfortable with and even finds love for the first time when he’s sixteen . the new love is almost overwhelming for jinhyuk as he had never experienced such a love before . it lasts for a little over a year and a half , and it’s a love that jinhyuk has been unable to forget . eventually , jinhyuk graduates from irving’s local high school and moves away to attend college in ‘ the big city ’ . jinhyuk obtains his bachelor’s degree in economics , and moves back home following graduation . he takes a gap year , and during that time he takes on the position of accountant for kahlo’s café .

since then , jinhyuk has been working job and living with his persian cat named duri . he primarily works from home as his job isn’t necessarily one that’s needed in house , so he spends a lot of time exploring new hobbies and half finishing books that remain placed all around his apartment . he has far too many plants that are in need of water , and gets annoyed when the tourists come to town because the beach is too crowded and cutie pie’s never has available seating .

003 . PERSONALITY .

as an adult , jinhyuk is someone who tries not to step on toes and stays in his own lane . he’s not someone who invokes arguments and he doesn’t really diffuse them either , so you could say that he’s a neutral party in most situations . he could be considered as something of a romantic as well as a hopeless romantic , but he doesn’t necessarily look for love as he believes that if he’s meant to fall in love again then it will happen when the time is right . jinhyuk is soft spoken and he can be relatively sociable when he wants to be . sometimes , if provoked enough , he can be a little snippy or rude , but it’s a rare chance that he is unless he truly doesn’t get along with someone .

he likes early morning walks as they allow him the chance to think without much disturbance , and finds comfort with being by himself . believes in taking himself on ‘dates’ and eats too much pasta to be considered as anything other than a 6′2″ piece of rigatoni .

004 . CONNECTIONS .

i am open to fulfilling anything that you’re looking for , and i’m also open to working based on chemistry !

a best friend would be nice 🥺 or i’ll cry

his ! first ! love ! jinhyuk experienced literally every first with this person ( first kiss , first time , first everything ) and he hasn’t really gotten over them despite their relationship happening in high school .

he’s not much of a hookup person , but that’s not to say that it’s impossible for him to have one or two .

platonic soulmates ! borderline best friends , but also teetering over the line of being confidants .

someone who flirts with him but he’s absolutely oblivious to it . this could be done either romantically or platonically .

perhaps someone he has a crush on ? he doesn’t voice his crush on them because it’s a new feeling of love all over again , and he doesn’t make the effort to even tell friends about it .

anyone else who works at kahlo’s pls raise your hand 🥺 and may they be worK FRIENDS I’M BEGGING

i’m sure i’ll add more , but this is what i have for now ! it’s nearly 2am and i didn’t eat dinner so .. embarrassing luv .

#irvingintro #pls excuse the page being on dash only for now #i'm still editing and such !#this took a lil longer than expected #i have a short attention span PLS call me out on it

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Dreams

Seth x Reader: Wanting you

Warning: Breaking fourth wall. Let me know if you catch it 😉 and gender-neutral parental names

Part 1: “Dreams” by Ella Eyre

Part 2: “You’ve Got It Bad” by Usher

Part 3: “Never Give Up on Love” by Bobby Tinsley

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Y/n POV

“Will that be all for you?” I say, finishing up writing down the order.

“Well, I could get your number, beautiful.” One thing that is horrible about being a waitress is dealing with the harassment that comes with it. The best way to deal with verbal harassment (like in this situation) is by giving them the “AS,” as my friends would call it. The Awkward Stare. Now, this stare isn’t having ME become awkward; oh no, this is to make sure THEY do. Essentially, you would look at the predator straight in the eyes and give a resting bitch face until they become uncomfortable and silent. To the point where the whole table is uncomfortable. Kind of like your high school teacher would look at the student when no one would shut up. Once they were fully engaged in avoiding my eyes, I gave a final smile and went put in their order at the counter.

“You know, you could be a little less cute and more intimidating?” said Orion, my now lifetime best friend since I had started this job a couple of months ago. I turn to look at him and give him the finger as he walked around me to bring his tables their food.

“He does have a point. Straighten up your back more, pull your shoulders back, and clock your head to the side just a little. That way, you’ll really knock them.” Emily said. She was a regular here. Every Wednesday at 4 pm and Sunday at 12:30 pm, she would come in, go to her usual spot at the counter, and either order the chiefs salad with a side of a sliced pickle, the garden burger with seasoned fries, or 5 stack pancake with orange/apple juice. Her husband Sam or another kid named Jared and his girlfriend Kim come on Sunday morning, grabbing a crap ton of food (so Emily doesn’t have to cook) and leave. Polite men, scary—at least Sam can be, but polite. Jared is just a child, and I can do nothing but pray for Kim.

“You mean like that ugly pink toad lady from-”

“Don’t say it!” I roll my eyes. Ever since KJ Bowling expressed her feelings towards the LGBTQA+ community, she refuses to acknowledge it. The disbelief and sadness that took over for the love of Henry Planter she had were wild, yet kind of crazy to watch.

“Look, it could be worse. You could love the Dawn saga by Tephanie Neyer and find out that she is horrid in disguise. But hey! Once it hit 2 years, you’ll start realizing all the fucked-up shit in the series and slowly be okay. Dawn fans know Tephanie is fucked up, we know the series is fucked up, we acknowledge it all and take full responsibility for liking it, but some still like it. We don’t support it, but we like it.” I tell her, shrugging my shoulders. I have to remember, she’s a rookie in this game.

“That’s true. Why are the best authors the most fucked up?” she says, playing with her fries I just placed down in front of her.

“Because they hate us and know what the population likes. Just like politics.” I say, stealing one of her fries.

“I don’t know how you guys like that series! Wasn’t there racism, classism with the Ghoul’s and Werecats, hyper-sexualization on the prides where the cats came from, misinformed information, plagiarism, and too, I don’t know, squishy and fluffy in them?” Orion asked.

“First off, they were shapeshifters. Secondly, only in Dawn, Dusk, and Night were squishy. But only because Bethany and Elliot were on their honeymoon in the last one. Daytime didn’t have it because Elliot broke up with Bethany.” I nod in agreement while grabbing the food for my tables.

“I thought their name was Ben and Evy?”

“No, that’s the gender swap version,” I say, walking away with the food. I place the food down at one table and refill drinks to another; some of the reservation guys come in. Seth, Embry, Jake, and Quil. I look over to Orion to call him for his table, but it looks like he and Emily are in a heated discussion about the book series. So, I take over for him. As I walked over to the table, I made eye contact with Seth, and my stomach flipped.

Why you in my dreams? Don't know much about you But I heard about you for the longest time And I see you 'round whenever I go out With some friends of mine And I remember when I saw you standing in a different light It's funny where my mind goes when I'm in my bed at night though

As I lay in bed, I notice that my feelings become stronger and stronger for him almost every time I see him. He was a few inches shorter than me, cheerier, and lanky. I always saw Seth and his friends, but out of nowhere, these…flutters? Feelings? Emotions I don’t like started eating me up every time I see him. I know it might be a crush, I won’t even deny that, but…why?

I toss and turn that night and eventually give up on trying to sleep and just stare at the ceiling, thinking of him. Confused and resistant to even wanting to think about it. The last thing I need is to be in a relationship while in my fucked situation as is. I don’t need my guardians knowing anything about Seth either.

But then again, just like evil authors, life fucks us all over, and you can help but go along with it. Well, unless you sue them. Then that’s different.

'Cause I push you away in real life You ain't even close to my type But when I'm sleeping Everything's upside down, upside down, yeah I saw you last night in my, my dreams It felt so beautiful, I almost believed We were a thing and I liked it I never looked at you like this Till I saw you last night in my, my dreams Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my?) Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my mind?) Seth POV

I saw her again today. She was walking down the hallway with Orion and Kayla to gym class, and we made slight eye contact before Jake decided to take my attention away from her. I look at him, but I don’t really pay attention to him. I don’t know when it happened, but I have always loved Y/n. When she transferred here in middle school, she was cute, shy, and had (and still has) a babyface.

I could never talk to her. Every time I was around her, I’d get so scared and freeze up. And although we’re in high school, I still can’t control it. Lately, my feelings have been getting stronger. Not just with her, but in general. I don’t know what it is, but it’s taking a lot more of my energy trying to control myself. Leah and mom have noticed it too. But Embry was the worst. Speaking of which,

“Hey, where’s Embry?” Quil and Jake looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

“But did you hear a word I said?”

“Obviously not. He was too busy gawking at Y/n.” Quil said, laughing. I rolled my eyes and walked away. Ass-whores.

After school, we head to the diner and, like always and on cue, Jake and Quil make fun of me because Y/n works there. I roll my eyes at them and attempt to push them off me without smiling, but I can’t help it; they’re stupid. It’s not their fault.

Fell asleep at nine And once I closed my eyes, girl, you were so, so mine We laid in the dark, you left in morning light But, girl, it felt so right And if it's in our minds then we should make it life Girl, I mean real, real life Nothing's never for ya We were all and over for ya 'Cause I push you away in real life You ain't even close to my type But when I'm sleeping Everything's upside down, upside down, yeah I saw you last night in my, my dreams It felt so beautiful, I almost believed We were a thing and I liked it I never looked at you like this Till I saw you last night in my, my dreams

That night I quickly dreamed of her without even having to try to at this point. Every time I want to or attempt to talk, I freeze. Thinking about her just makes me feel…warm. Her beautiful y/e/c eyes are captivating. They’ll draw you in, and once you’re in, you’re stuck. Her y/h/(L/C/T) hair embraces and defines her facial features.

The dream always starts out the same. I’m running through the forest at a high fast pace towards a place that always ends up being her home. I follow around the house to her room on the left side of the house towards the forest. As I look at her window, I see her sitting at the window seal and we instantly make eye contact. My heart stops for a second—she smiles and I walk up to her window to come inside. She doesn’t open the window. She places her hand on the window and my much larger now hands cover hers. We look at one another and smile.

I’m not bothered by her not opening the window. I’m just happy she isn’t freaked out about my presence. Unfortunately, every time she goes to open the window, my alarm wakes me up. And when I mean alarm, I mean Leah.

I groan and curse her and the need to wake me up so early. As I get ready, I think of Y/n and I can’t help but smile. Today’s going be a good day.

Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my?) Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my mind?) Y/n POV

The weekend comes and I’m heading in for my shift Sunday morning. I usually wouldn’t work weekends, but that was before I met Emily. I have Friday and Saturday off instead. It’s eight in the morning and Kayla, two of the cooks, and I all pile in before we open at nine. By 9:30, a few families start piling in and by 10, we have the food catered to Sam or Jared ready.

“Hey, Kim!” I wave to her as she walks into the diner. She waves back and heads to the counter. After setting up my table, I head over to the food and help her pack it up in the truck.

“I see you guys ordered more food than usual. Did more family members move into the area?” I say, passing her the multiple trays from the cart to the car.

“Yeah…something like that,” she laughs it off, “but rest assure, this will be gone within the next 45 minutes…maybe sooner.” I laugh with her. I believe her 100 percent. After seeing Jared and Sam, I already know their family that Kim describes them to be, is just as big, if not larger, then this food should hold them off for 2 hours. Maybe.

“Well, that’s all of them: drive safe, Hun. And stop by sometime after school. You’ll miss the adventures of Orion and Emily arguing over pink and rose gold.”

“Aren’t they different?” I nod my head. “But they’ll argue over that?” I nod my head again. She shakes her head and smiles. “Em usually starts it?”

“Sometimes. Only when she needs a good laugh or when she just feels like fucking with him. Last week they were in a heated discussion about the Dusk saga.”

“Oh, dear god! She told me about that. I can’t believe she went that deep into it with him.” Kim laughs.

“I know. That’s probably the only time they’re not being repelling off the same topic. Normally one would disagree for the fuck of it, but they put their fuckery aside and agreed to agree on that topic.” We both laugh. I finish up my conversation with Kim and head inside.

If I gotta fall asleep, sleep to see ya Then I'm gonna fall asleep, sleep to see ya It's different in the daylight Miss you, I dunno know why If I gotta fall asleep, sleep to see ya Let me fall, fall deep, deep to see ya It's different in the daylight See you in a new light 'Cause I push you away in real life You ain't even close to my type But when I'm sleeping Everything's upside down, upside down, yeah

I wave bye to Em, and Orion comes in. I clock out for my break and go sit in one of the booths in the back. As I am prepping my garden burger with ketchup, I think back to my dream I had last night. This one was recently new, confusing, but knew. I take a much-needed bite of my food and relax for the next 15 minutes.

I just got done with my daily nighttime routine, unable to sleep due to Taylor and Kennedy arguing, I go to my window and look outside. I look up at the sky and just drift off into a world of daydreaming until something catches my eye in the bestrew of trees next to my house. As I continue to look, I see big brown eyes of an animal. I smile and the animal walks out of the trees slowly and morphs into Seth. I smile brighter as he comes closer and closer to me. By the time he reaches me, I can feel myself become excited and full of glow, happiness, and this sensation of warmth.

He steps up to the window and smiles down at me. I place my hand on the cold glass and he looks down at my hand and does the same. I can feel the heat radiating from his skin, which only makes me smile more. I unlock the window and just as I am about to open it, my alarm wakes me up.

I’ve been stuck on this for so long that Orion had to shake me out of my daydream. I put my food aside for later and went back to work. I’ll just deal with the dream another time.

I saw you last night in my, my dreams It felt so beautiful, I almost believed We were a thing and I liked it I never looked at you like this Till I saw you last night in my, my dreams Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my?) Why you in my dreams? (Why you in my? Why you in my mind?)

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