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summary - you and harry sneak into the kitchens for a late night snack, ending up having a flour fight with the house elves joining
warnings - fluff
word count - 879
a/n - my coffee is working wonder rn its three in the morning
The halls of Hogwarts were eerily quiet as you tiptoed through the castle, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. You were a good student, so it was rare for you to disobey rules. The moonlight streamed through the high windows, casting a silvery glow on the stone walls. You glanced over your shoulder to make sure no one was following before continuing your way to the kitchens.
Harry had convinced you that a midnight snack was the perfect way to end a long day of studying. With exams approaching, you two plus Hermione and Ron have been spending most of your time studying, much to the boys dismay. You could still hear his whispered invitation in your ear before you all parted ways from the library. "Meet me by the portrait of the fruit at midnight," he'd said, a grin spreading across his face.
Now, as you approached the painting, you reached out and tickled the pear. It giggled and transformed into a door handle. With a soft creak, you opened the door and slipped inside, closing it quietly behind you.
The kitchen was dimly lit, the only light coming from the glowing embers of the hearth. You spotted Harry at a large wooden table, already piling a plate high with pastries and sweets. He looked up and smiled as you entered, his green eyes bright with excitement.
"You made it," he whispered, waving you over. "I wasn't sure if you'd actually come."
You chuckled softly, joining him at the table. "I couldn't resist. This is definitely more fun than revising for our exams. Seems like you've kept yourself occupied," you nod at his plate.
Harry handed you a warm pastry, "What can I say, I'm a hungry guy," he winks at you.
You roll your eyes and take a bite, nodding in approval of the taste. "This is very tasty," you note. "We should do this more often, it gets boring sitting in bed at night sometimes."
He grinned, grabbing a handful of flour from a nearby bag. "I have an idea to make it even more fun."
Before you could react, he tossed the flour that was left on the table at you, a cloud of white powder enveloping you both. You gasped, laughing as you brushed the flour from your face. "Oh, you're going to regret that, Potter."
You grabbed a handful of flour and flung it at him, hitting him square in the chest. His jaw drops, but his eyes sparkle with delight. "It's on now."
The next few minutes were a blur of flour and laughter as you chased each other around the kitchen, both of you covered in a fine layer of white powder. The house-elves, initially startled, quickly joined in the fun.
"Miss and Mister are making a mess!" squeaked one of the elves, a broad grin on his face.
"Flour fight! Flour fight!" another elf chimed in, dancing around with a handful of flour ready to throw.
You couldn't help but beam at their enthusiasm. "Alright, you asked for it!" you called out, playfully tossing a handful of flour at the nearest elf, who squealed with joy.
Harry managed to be a target to several of the elves. "You lot are pretty good at this," he compliments, grinning.
"Harry Potter is kind to the house-elves," one of them said, beaming up at him. "We are happy to play!"
The kitchen was a mess, but that wasn't a concern anyone had. Harry finally managed to corner you by the hearth, both of you breathless, leaning onto the wall. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of flour-covered hair from your face.
"You look like a ghost," he teased, his voice warm.
You rolled your eyes, "You don't look much better."
He pecked you cheek, "This was a good idea. I'm glad you came."
"Me too," you whispered.
Harry's hand came up and he held out his pinky. "Let's make a promise," he said, his eyes sincere.
"What's that?" you asked, curiosity in your tone.
"That we'll always find time for moments like this, no matter how bad times here get."
You nodded, "I promise."
You two then moved and started cleaning up the kitchen with the help of the elves, who were more than happy to pitch in. When everything was back to normal, you turned to the elves, who were still beaming with joy.
"Thank you for letting us have fun here," you said, giving them a warm smile. "We'll try not to make such a mess next time."
One of the elves, a tiny one with large, expressive eyes, stepped forward. "You are always welcome here, Miss and Mister. It was a pleasure to play with you!"
Harry chuckled, giving a small bow, pulling you down with him. "The pleasure was ours. Goodnight, everyone."
"Goodnight, Harry Potter! Goodnight, Miss!" the elves chorused, waving their little hands.
As you and Harry slipped back out into the quiet halls, a sense of contentment washed over you. Walking side by side, your hands brushed against each other, and without thinking, you intertwined your fingers with his, dramatically swinging your arms as you walked back.
About to depart, he turns to you, "Until next time?" he asked.
summary - theo’s assigned as your tutor, he’s rude until confronted about it
warnings - fluff
word count - 1006
a/n - theo the guy that you are
Theo slides into his seat in the back of the classroom and rolls his eyes, he really didn't want to be in this class. It was Potions, and since he was already excelling, it was rather boring for him.
People filled in the classroom and when he didn't see you walk in, he frowned, crossing his arms. This was one of the few classes you had together, and most of his time spent in it he used to study you.
It was fascinating but scary for him when he realized how easily you captured his attention. It was also a shock to him the first time he got butterflies when you handed him a piece of paper he had accidentally dropped a few weeks ago. But not knowing how to react he snatched the paper from you and walked away without a word.
You only had a few interactions with him, most being bad, but he remembers them as if they had just happened.
He hated it, truth be told. He never took such interest in a girl before and he didn't particularly like how easily you threw him off. It was a new thing to him. He was known for his cold personality, and he had a reputation to uphold with a family like his, he couldn't have someone mess that up.
Back to now, his lips quirk up when he sees you rush into the classroom, pausing at the entrance to catch your breath. You give a nervous smile aimed at Snape, "I am so sorry, Professor. See, I was just-"
"Save it," he cuts you off sharply. "Just take a seat and stop wasting my time."
"Yes, Professor," you mumble and glance around the classroom, seeing every seat is full but the one next to, of course, Theodore Nott. You don't like that boy, since he was rude to you, even though you hadn't done anything.
Still, you walk over and sit down in the seat, placing your bag onto the floor. A few minutes later you feel his eyes on you so you turn to look at him, "Can I help you?"
He shrugs, hands start to sweat from your eyes gazing at him. "I don't know, can you?"
You huff, and turn back to the front, putting your head on your hand with your elbow resting on the table. You try to ignore him for the rest of the class, although it's hard when you can feel him constantly glancing at you, likely judging you.
Finally it ends and you stand up and grab your bag before you can get out of the room you hear the voice of Snape call your name. You turn around and see Theo walking by you two. "Yes?"
Snape hums and looks at Theo, "Mr. Nott will be tutoring you for my class as of now."
You gasp, looking thoroughly offended, Theo could almost laugh, "But, Sir! He-"
"He will be helping you with this class. Whether you like it or not. End of discussion. You two should go into the library to study, twice a week minimum," Snape instructs you two.
You look down at your sneakers, "Yes, Professor."
"You two are excused."
Theo and you walk out of the classroom in silence. "You aren't going to say anything?" you ask, glancing at the boy.
He shrugs, "We can start studying later today," he puts his hands into his pockets and looks forward and he walks.
"You didn't argue with him, for having to help me, I mean. Why?"
He frowns a bit, but you can't see that, "I don't hate you, you know."
You blink a few times, you would beg to differ, but when you open your mouth to reply, he's already gone. "Strange," you whisper.
Later that day, you hear a knock on your dormitories door. Your eyebrows furrow and you get up, walking over to open the door. You smile at the girl standing there, and tilt your head.
She smiles, "Hello, I was told to come get you, there's a boy waiting for you in the common room."
You nod and thank her, "Tell him I'll be down in five minutes let me just get my stuff."
"Sure thing."
You quickly run around the room fixing your hair and touching up your makeup. You don't know why you're getting ready for him. He doesn't deserve it.
But finally you make your way downstairs and see him hop up from his seat. "Glad you made it," he says taking your bag off your shoulder.
You reach for it but he just holds it too high for you to reach. "I'll carry it for you, being the gentleman that I am."
You huff a laugh, "You, Theodore Nott, are anything but a gentleman."
He starts walking out of the common room and towards the library. "You'd be surprised."
After you two arrive and find empty couches towards the back, you take out the textbooks you brought and have them on the table. You begin to question him on some topics you were confused about, and he answers them with ease.
After about an hour has gone by, you pack up your stuff and turn to him. "Well, thank you, really. If I'm being honest, I thought you didn't have any objections so you could make fun of how I don't understand this stuff." He goes to speak but you start again, speaking the question that's been stuck on your mind, "Um, I... how come you don't like me?"
"I..." He then tries again, "I.."
"You..." you drawl out, waiting for him to finish the answer. Instead of words, he leans in and glances from your mouth to your eyes. You close the small gap, gently placing your mouth on his, before pulling back slightly, eyes fluttering open. "I should get back. Thank you, Theo," you whisper.
He looks at your flushed cheeks and grins slightly. "Anytime, bella. Same time Friday?"
You stand up and nod with a small smile, "Sounds perfect."
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summary: five is your boss at the commission, always flirting and hinting that he likes you. you're oblivious to this but then finally admits his feelings - requested by anon
a/n: not to toot my own horn but i think my writing was pretty good in this. thanks so much for requesting for five because i have to write more of him !!
song: i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys
Five Hargreeves was certainly a character.
He was a decently closed off person. He was always thinking... calculating. Always working to be ten steps ahead of everyone and everything.
He didn't enjoy working at the Commission. He'd rather be enjoying life with his family, and enjoying a decent cup of coffee. For a while when he was there, he was always aggravated at someone or something.
That was until you came.
Or well, until he met you. You've been working there for a few months already.
You're the most stunning person he's ever laid his eyes on. To make things better, he was over the moon when you became his assistant.
You are absolutely lovely. Not to mention, incredible at your job.
You're sweet, smart, and extremely sensible.
Five loved your company. He was always in a good mood when you're around. He often dreamt about you, not to be taken out of context.
He dreamt of a life with you, seeing as how you two are so compatible.
To put the cherry on the sundae, you made the best coffee he's ever had. That says a lot coming from him.
"Good morning, Five," your captivating voice fills his office.
"Morning, gorgeous," he smiles.
He watches as your cheeks turn a light shade of pink. "You have got to stop calling me things like that."
"Nonsense, everything I call you is fitting."
He leans back in his seat and watches your movements as you move towards him. He takes in your outfit and curses the unprofessional thoughts that invade his head.
Today you were dressed in a knee length black skirt, a white button up blouse, and a black blazer.
The blouse had a few buttons undone which gave a glorious view of your cleavage when you lowered yourself to pick a fallen paper off the floor.
However, he considered himself a gentleman, so he looked away.
"Anyway, I was just about to go and make your coffee. Would it be troublesome if I joined you today?"
He stands up from the chair and strolls over to you. He brushes a strand of hair that sways in front of your face. "You're always welcome to join me, doll."
"Great! I'll be right back," you beam and leave.
To say you enjoyed having Five as your boss was an understatement. He was always kind to you, never let anyone say a bad word about you.
You wouldn't deny the fact that he was an attractive young man. The way he called you pet names that had your stomach flutter made you have a sliver of hope that he liked you.
True, pure love.
It's something you've always dreamed about. Reading it in books and seeing it in films gave you a longing to have someone to spend your life with.
After you finished preparing the two coffees, you walk back to Five's office. Your heels make a sound with every step you take.
You open the door and send a soft smile to your boss. "Welcome back, beautiful."
You break eye contact and place his beverage in front of him. "Hi."
He leans his head in his hands as he rests his elbows on his desk and admires you. "How did I get so lucky," he mumbles, not meaning for you to hear it.
You chew the inside of your cheek, "Get lucky with what?" you ask quietly.
He blinks. Then blinks again. "How did I get so lucky with you? When did I do something to deserve you?"
"Oh, um, t-that's very sweet of-"
"Have you ever taken into consideration that there's a deeper reason why I act the way I do with you?"
"Well, not exactly..." you trail off.
"Hm. Did you ever cogitate about how maybe there's a more meaningful explanation to how I behave around you? One besides getting entertainment from witnessing you blush?"
Your mouth opens slightly, and you are at a loss for words. After a moment, your eyes meet his intense ones. You take a breath, "Are you saying..."
He nods once, "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."
"But what about-"
Before you have the chance to finish your sentence, he strides over in front of your chair, puts his hands on each one of the arm rests, and connects his lips softly onto yours.
He felt you freeze for a split second, before you tilted your head upwards to kiss him back easier.
He drowns in the feeling of your lips. The kiss being shared between you two is better than anything he ever could have imagined.
You both taste of coffee, and he loves it.
You pull back and smile shyly as him. He takes a step back and hops onto the desk, so he's now sitting on it and facing you.
He leans his elbows on his knees and clasps his hands together. "I hope after that kiss you'll join me for dinner tomorrow night."
You stand up and smooth your skirt. "I would be delighted."
summary: you and jj have a small dog who you enjoy dressing her up and bringing her places with you - requested by anon
a/n: ngl im always talking abt how i want a small dog or cat that i can dress up and such, its so cute. but thanks so much for the request!
song: puppy princess - hot freaks
You loved dogs.
So much that you convinced JJ to get one with you. You named her Daisy, and she was an absolute sweetheart.
You often took her with you wherever you went.
She was practically a princess. You spoiled her rotten. Always buying her outfits, accessories, and cute bags to carry her in.
Sarah also loved dressing her up, so you two went to the mall and look for anything that would fit her.
Sarah was your number one best friend, seeing as how you grew up with her.
You were a kook, and the nicest one Sarah and the other pouges have met.
It was a shock to everyone when you started dating JJ. You were rich and grew up completely different from him. But your differences just make your relationship better.
Today, instead of Sarah, it's JJ who's here with you.
"Okay, Daisy, where to first?" you ask the small dog in your bag.
"I don't think dogs can talk," JJ says putting an arm around your shoulder.
"What was that?" You bring the bag close to your ear, making JJ roll his eyes, "Good choice."
"She spoke to you?"
You start walking and nod, "Yep, you must not have that privilege yet," you laugh.
"Daisy, Daisy, Daisy. Tsk tsk, consider me offended," JJ grins.
You two make it in front of the store and you grab JJ's wrist before rushing in. "I'm so excited!"
While looking around at the tiny dresses, sunglasses, bows, and jackets, JJ follows you while smiling to himself.
He finds you so adorable. He's so in love with you.
Time flies and a few minutes later, your hands are full with tons of items.
"Sweetheart, as much as I love you and Daisy, it is really necessary to have-"
"It absolutely is! Daisy can't wear the same outfits forever," you tilt your head at him.
"I suppose you're right. Now, let me have some of those, it looks like you're about to drop them all."
He takes a bunch of the items from your arms and you two walk over to pay. You place everything down onto the counter and smile at the woman working. "Hi!"
"Hello," the lady smiles. She glance at Daisy and her smile widens, "What a cute dog you have, are these all for her?"
You nod, "They sure are."
"Do you mind if I pet her? I love dogs."
"Not at all!" You beam at the lady and place your bag on the checkout counter. Daisy wags her tail happily as the woman pets her head.
JJ turns to you, "I'm going to get something, I'll be right back. Wait outside here when you're done,"
"Okay," you kiss his cheek.
Once you finish paying. You happily walk out of the store with two bags in your hands and Daisy in the bag on your shoulder.
JJ still hasn't come back so you sit on one of the benches outside the store.
You kiss Daisy's head and grab the pair of sunglasses you bought today that matches her outfit. You place them on her and she licks your hand.
"You look so cute," you laugh. "Wait until I show Sarah all of this."
Just then, JJ slides next to you with a tray holding three drinks. "You didn't," you chewed your lip.
"I did," he grins. He grabs the larger one, "For you, Milady. And for you, MiDaisy." He sips his own drink while putting the tiny one in front of Daisy's mouth.
She licks the whipped cream and wags her tail.
You smile, "I think that drink is the cutest thing ever."
JJ looks at you and pouts, "Cuter than me?"
"Not at all," you poke his side.
"You guys!" you shout when you get to where Kie, John B, Sarah, and Pope were hanging out.
JJ trails behind you with Daisy in his arms.
Sarah stands up excitedly when she sees the bags. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
You nod and grab her hands, "I think so."
"Puppy fashion show!"
You have all your friends and your boyfriend sitting in a row, and you are a few feet away.
JJ is holding small treats that he'll put on the floor to get Daisy to walk straight to them.
You turn around and change her into the outfit you bought and then place her down so she can go to JJ.
Each time they all clap - mostly Sarah - and Daisy sometimes walks over to be pet.
After the outfits, Sarah steals Daisy and you walk over to JJ.
"We should do that once a month," you rest your head on his shoulder.
"If you do that once a month, she'll need her own room to hold all of that clothing."
"Touché. How about once every three months?"
JJ kisses your forehead, "Sure, love."
You suddenly stand up straight, "We need to buy her a mini surfboard!"
"No-" JJ shakes his head.
"Yes!" They hear Sarah call from somewhere. JJ laughs and drops his head when you turn to him and wink.
summary: after his father's death, gilbert travels the world and when he comes back home, he goes straight to your house to give you a gift - requested by anon
a/n: ugh i agree! the lack of gilbert fics makes me so sad because i love him and want to read more of him )): but thanks for requesting !
song: runaway - aurora
Dating Gilbert was amazing. He was such a lovely guy. Even your parents adored the boy.
He was so sweet, and you two had so much in common it was like you were made for one another.
Unfortunately, his father had gotten sick and later on passed away.
You, of course, were there to comfort him with open arms. When you were at his house one day, he told you that he wanted to explore the world for some time.
As much as it made you upset for him to leave, you supported him, as you always would. You assured him that you would be find, and that it would be a wonderful experience for him.
You spent the night with him, enjoying each other's presence before he left the next day. He promised to write to you about everything and you promised to write anything interesting that happens.
"Ughh," you groan dropping back onto Anne's bed.
You, Anne, Diana, and Cole were hanging out at the redheads house.
"Y/n? What's wrong?" Diana asks.
"I miss Gilbert, it feels like it's been forever," you sigh.
Cole frowns, "Well, he can't be gone for much longer, it's already been months."
Anne nods excitedly, "Exactly!"
You sit up and your mood brightens a bit, "I suppose you're right. Now shall we bake something?"
They nod and giggle as they go downstairs.
"Hi, Marilla!" you smile happily at the elder woman you've grown close with.
"Oh! Hello, dear," she smiles back.
"Hi, Ms. Cuthbert," Diana and Cole wave.
"Hello. What brings you all down here?"
"We were wondering if we can bake your famous apple pie," you clap your hands.
"Oh, how can I say no to apple pie?"
Gilbert runs a hand over his face as he sits on his bed next to Sebastian.
"What is the matter, my friend?"
Gilbert looks over to the man, "I miss my girlfriend," he sighs.
"Girlfriend?" He raises his eyebrows, "Is this the person you are always writing to? The one who send the letters that have you all red in the face."
Gilbert laughs, "Yeah, that would be her."
"Hm," Sebastian taps his knee. "You love this girl?"
Gilbert nods, "Very much so."
"So what are you doing here? Go back to her!"
"But..."
"Gilbert, you are a great boy. You love her and I see how upset you are without her. So go," Sebastian smiles at him.
"You're right," Gilbert falls back onto his bed.
You were reading your book when you heard a knock on your door. "Mom! Who's at the door?!"
She didn't hear you, apparently, because you got no response. You huff and mark your page, putting the book aside.
You get up and run your hands over your dress. You walk downstairs and to the door. You open it and you are crushed by a hug.
"Gilbert!" You squeeze him tightly in a hug. Both of your eyes water and you pull him inside, closing the door behind you. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too, darling," he grabs your hands.
"How are you? How was traveling? How come you're back early? How-"
He cuts you off by kissing you softly. You melt into his hold and kiss him back.
You pull away and he grins. "I'm great, now. Traveling was eye opening. And I'm back early because I came home for you. I just got back and I came straight here, I haven't even gone to my own house yet."
"I love you so much," your lips curve into a bright smile.
"I love you so much more," he kisses your head. "I have something for you," he takes something out of his pocket.
You gasp as you look at the beautiful ring in his hand. "Don't worry," he laughs, "it's not an engagement ring. It's a promise ring. To remind you that no matter where I am, we are always forever."
"Oh, Gilbert, it's wonderful. Thank you," you blow out a breath.
He takes your hand and slides it onto your ring finger. He brings your hand up to his face and kisses your palm.
He looks up into your eyes with love, "One day, I'll replace that with a real ring."
warnings: kissing, fluff, jealous and protective harry, a little bit angst
summary: a guy was hitting on you but you thought he was just being friendly. when harry sees and intervenes he was being a bit mean to the guy, which was unusual and when asked about it, he opens up to you - requested by @wildheart-666
a/n: i love this idea so much so thank you for requesting it! i hope you enjoy <33 also i realized that when i respond to asks privately it deletes it so this is based off my memory of your request, im so sorry lmao but i think i remembered everything
song: fade into you - mazzy star
Today was your date day with Harry. Once a week you go out together. The two of you have been happily dating since the beginning of your fifth year.
Now in your sixth year, you two were deeply in love.
Harry being Harry Potter, had lost a lot during his time at Hogwarts. He was rather cautious dating you. You were too special to him and it would break him if something happened to you.
You were in a cute but warm outfit since it was fall. You were sitting in The Three Broomsticks sipping on your butterbeer. Harry had excused himself for a little bit to go to the restroom.
Glancing around, you saw someone walk to where you were sitting and sat down next to you.
"Um, hello," you smile at the guy. He seems maybe a year older than you.
"Hey. I just wanted to say how good you look in that outfit," he leans into the seat and puts his ankle on his other knee.
"Oh! Thank you, that's very sweet," you beam at him.
"No problem. What's a pretty girl such as yourself doing alone here?"
"Oh, I'm here with someone," you tap your painted nails on the table.
The guy leans closer to you and you take another sip of your drink. "Mind if I keep you company in the meantime?"
"That's kind of you but-"
"Who are you," Harry says, sitting across from you as he glares at the guy.
"Noah," he replies uninterested.
"And why are you sitting next to my girlfriend?" Harry states coolly. You blink at the unfamiliar cold tone he's speaking in.
Noah raises his eyebrows, "Girlfriend?"
"Yes, so leave us to continue our date," he says emphasizing the word.
"Harry," you say as the guy scoffs with an eye roll and leaves.
"What a prick," he clenches his jaw.
"He was only being nice," you try to reason with him.
Harry looks at you, "Nice? That's what you call flirting?"
"Flirting? He wasn't, he was trying to make a friend. And he was only complimenting me," you sigh.
Harry's eyes soften, "Love, I'm sorry but I can assure you he wanted to be more than friends."
"Oh," you look down. "Why were you so harsh towards him? Darling, it isn't like you to be... well rude."
"I know. I'm sorry, love. It's just, I-I..." he looks down and you stand up. You touch his shoulder and see his glassy eyes.
"Oh, Harry," your shoulders drop. "Come on, love," you run your hands through his hair. He stands up and you take his hand, leading him out of the store.
You tug him behind the building where it's empty. "Harry, my love, what's wrong."
His lip wobble and you bring him into a hug. He breaks down in your arms and puts his arms around you, squeezing you tightly as he cries on your shoulder.
"I-I'm sorry," he whispers.
You gently grab his head and move it so he's looking at you. "Don't apologize," you wipe his tears and kiss his cheeks. "Now tell me what's wrong."
"I can't lose you, darling. I-I already lost so many people and if I lost you..." Harry sighs, "I don't know. Seeing you smiling at him, I got worried. I thought maybe I wasn't enough for you. I mean, I'm always bringing danger and trouble wherever I am, and you deserve-"
"I deserve you, Harry. Just as you deserve me. I know what I was signing up for when I became friends with you on the train first year. I love you. So so much. I would never leave you, I promise."
"I love you so much," he whispers and kisses your head.
"Why don't we head back to Hogwarts, I could continue reading to you by the fire," you suggest.
"Sounds wonderful. Sorry for ruining our date."
"You didn't ruin anything," you whisper and then kiss him softly. You link your arm to his and start to walk back to the castle, talking about anything and everything.
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warnings: like one curse word, tooth rotting fluff, sirius being an icon, literally just a very fun read that i hope has you smiling in your bed
summary: you meet sirius, play chess with sirius, and have an abba singing and dance party with sirius (sirius meeting his daughter post azkaban - requested by anon)
a/n: im so obsessed with this idk i wish sirius was my dad, also sorry this has been in my inbox for so long
song: waterloo - abba
Being Sirius Black's daughter was quite tiring. But also thrilling. Especially since it was your third year when he escaped Azkaban.
Your best friends are Harry, Hermione, and Ron. You couldn't have asked for better ones.
With the rumors of Sirius coming after you and Harry, people had been cold towards you because of your father, not that you could control who your father was.
Right now you were outside, taking a walk in some fresh air. Suddenly a dog comes up to you and barks once. "Why, hello there," you coo and bend down. The dog happily wags his tail and jumps onto her. "Aww, you're so cute!"
You pet the dog, who leans into your hand. "You are very skinny," you frowned. "Follow me, I'm sure Hagrid has some food I can give you."
As you two head down, you get near the Whomping Willow. As you pass by, the dog suddenly spins and before you could blink the dog was biting your pants, tugging you to the tree.
"Um, excuse me, Mr. Dog, but these are new pants." You then get very close to the tree, "Er- I don't think this is a good idea," you say nervously as the branches of the tree start to move.
The dog looks up in alert and quickly tugs you into some type of hole that they slid down into. "Ah!" The dog jumps up and pulls on your pants again. "Where are we going?"
Finally, you come into an empty abandoned room. "What is this place..."
You walk over and pick up a dusted book, blowing on the cover before putting it back down. You turn around and her eyes go wider than they've ever been. "AHH!" you scream.
"AHH!"
"AHH!"
"SHH!"
You cover your mouth and stare at the one and only Sirius Black.
Your father.
"What the fuck," you whisper to yourself. "Oh my Merlin, I'm too young to die! I- I haven't gotten to slap Malfoy yet, I haven't been able to prank Snape! I ha-"
"Prank Snape?" Sirius pipes up.
"I'm going to die. Oh, Godric," you pace while frantically whispering to yourself. "I'm in the same room with Sirius Black, alone."
He frowns at being called by his name instead of Dad, which it should be.
"Relax, love, I'm not going to kill you."
You spin and face the man, "You're not?"
"No."
"Then why am I here? For giggles and a tea party?"
"One, you're about to find out. Two, I don't like tea," Sirius makes a face.
"Huh, me neither. Now, go on, tell me why I'm in an abandoned room with an escaped convicted murderer," you cross your arms.
"I'm not a murderer. I'm innocent, I swear."
You narrow her eyes, "How so?"
"Well, it started when I first got to Hogwarts..."
You wipe the tears from under your eyes, "That is the saddest thing I have ever heard."
Sirius waves his hand, "Now that you know what happened, you believe me right?"
"Of course!" You throw her arms around the man, who relaxes into his daughters hold. It's been a long time since he has had human contact.
"Unfortunately, I'm afraid you can't tell anyone about me just yet."
"Why?! If I tell them you're inno-"
He smiles sadly, "I'm not so sure they would believe you."
"But-" Sirius shakes his head. You sigh, "Well, are you going to be staying here?"
He nods, "I guess. It's a bit dirty though, if you ask me."
"I can fix that," you grin. He raises his eyebrows in curiosity. You takes out your wand and flick it. The room starts moving and the dust all collects together before flying out the window. The furniture vanishes and new ones appear. Pictures form on the wall and the room cleans up into a brand new, clean room.
"Wow, impressive. Thank you," Sirius says. You nod and flick your wrist again. In the blink of an eye, Sirius is freshly cleaned and looks well taken care of. His eyes almost water at your kindness. "I truly can't thank you enough."
"That's better, isn't it?" You smile proudly at your work. "Oh! You need food," you think for a moment, "I'll just bring you down daily meals."
"I can't ask you to do that, it's too much."
"It's a good thing you don't have to ask. You mentioned your friend... Remus Lupin." Sirius nods and gestures for you to continue, "He's a Professor this year... anyway, is he a..."
"A...?"
"Werewolf," you say hesitantly.
Sirius' face goes a bit pale, "What makes you think that?"
"His boggart was a moon, and he has lots of light scars."
"Would it change your opinions about him?"
"Not at all! If anything I think it makes him even better." Sirius nods his head. "Yes... he's a werewolf?"
He nods again, "You're a bright witch."
"Thank you," you beam. You looks at your watch, "I have about twenty minutes before my friends start looking for me. In the meantime.... Wizard's Chess?"
"Yes! Checkmate!" You jump up from your seat in excitement. "I won!"
"That's not fair! You only won because I'm rusty," Sirius crosses his arms and sinks into the couch.
"Sure, sure. Rematch tomorrow?" you ask.
"Rematch tomorrow," you two shake hands and you go to the exit.
"I'll bring you some food in a little while."
"Bye, darling," he waves, watching you leave.
A few weeks later, you were on your daily trip to see Sirius. You snuck in through the Whomping Willow, you also learned how to avoid the branches.
"Hello?!" you shout.
"Over here!"
You follow his voice and see him digging through a closet. "What are you looking for?"
"I- that's... a good question." He stands up and clears his throat, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"It has come to my attention that you recently made an appearance in the castle."
"Mhm."
"And you didn't inform me about it beforehand," you gives him a blank stare.
"I wanted to, but it took a while to plan and I wanted it to be a surprise," he grins with jazz hands.
"You do realize that I could have helped you in, right?"
"Yeah, but I didn't want to risk you getting in trouble," he frowns.
"I appreciate your concern," you salute him and he does it back with a chuckle.
"What's in the bag?" He nods to the one hanging on your arm.
"This, my furry father-"
"That was a horrible joke."
"-Is a record player!" You excitedly pull it out of the bag and place it on a table.
"A what?"
"A record player. It plays music. Want to see?!"
"As if I would say no to music."
You reach into the bag and take out some vinyl records. "I picked ones that I think you would enjoy best. There is a supergroup that I thought you would really like. They're called ABBA. They're one of my favorites."
You set up the record player and place one of the vinyls in. You grin at the man as you hit the play button.
"YOU CAN DANCE, YOU CAN JIVE! HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE! SEE THAT GIRL, WATCH THAT SCENE! DIGGING THE DANCING QUEEN!"
You and Sirius continue to shout the lyrics into your fake microphones as you hop around the room with the song blasting. When the room was first set up by you, you placed several privacy and silencing spells, so you two didn't have to worry about anyone hearing anything.
"YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN! YOUNG AND SWEET, ONLY SEVENTEEN-"
"GIMME, GIMME, GIMME A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT! WON'T SOMEBODY HELP ME CHASE THE SHADOWS AWAY?" you sing while bouncing on the couch.
"GIMME, GIMME, GIMME A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT! TAKE ME THROUGH THE DARKNESS TO THE BREAK OF THE DAY!" Sirius continues as he walks and dances as if he were on a stage.
"MAMMA MIA, HERE I GO AGAIN! MY, MY, HOW CAN I RESIST YOU?"
"MAMMA MIA, DOES IT SHOW AGAIN! MY, MY, JUST HOW MUCH I'VE MISSED YOU?"
Sirius and you hold hands as you jump together and flip your hair with matching goofy grins.
"YES, I'VE BEEN BROKENHEARTED! BLUE SINCE THE DAY WE PARTED!"
"WHY, WHY DID I EVER LET YOU GO?"
"BUT NOW IT ISN'T TRUE! NOW EVERYTHING IS NEW!" you grab your wand to create two pairs of light up sunglasses, you toss one to Sirius and you both put them on.
"AND ALL I'VE LEARNED HAS OVERTURNED! I BEG OF YOUUU!" Sirius sings.
"DON'T GO WASTING YOUR EMOTION! LAY ALL YOUR LOVE ON MEEEE!" you shout together.
With a flick of your wrist, you - much to Sirius' surprise - somehow managed to have a disco ball with neon lights come from the ceiling.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sit in the Gryffindor common room.
"I wonder what she's doing right now," Harry looks thoughtfully.
"She's been leaving a lot recently," comments Hermione, biting nervously on her nail.
"I hope she's okay," says Ron, "Sirius Black could be out there."
"LAST NIGHT I WAS TAKING A WALK ALONG THE RIVER, AND I SAW HIM TOGETHER WITH A YOUNG GIRL!"
"AND THE LOOK THAT HE GAVE HER MADE ME SHIVER! 'CAUSE HE ALWAYS USE TO LOOK AT ME THAT WAY!" Sirius grabs your hand and twirls you, causing you to laugh.
"AND I THOUGHT, MAYBE I SHOULD WALK RIGHT UP TO HER AND SAY 'AH-HA-HA, IT'S A GAME HE LIKES TO PLAYYY!" you and Sirius shimmy dance to each other.
You jump and freeze before breaking out in another dance and sing the chorus. "LOOK INTO HIS ANGELEYES, ONE LOOK AND YOU'RE HYPNOTISED! HE'LL TAKE YOUR HEART AND YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE!"
"SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME!"
"I TRY TO CAPTURE EVERY MINUTE!"
"THE FEELING IN IT, SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME!"
"DO I REALLY SEE WHAT'S IN HER MIND, EACH TIME I'M CLOSE TO KNOWING, SHE KEEPS ON GROWING!"
"SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME!"
"SOMETIMES I WISH THAT I COULD FREEZE THE PICTURE!"
"AND SAVE IT FROM THE FUNNY TRICKS OF TIME!"
Sirius and you wrap an arm around each other's waist as they sway to the music.
"SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERSSSSS!"
Sirius then starts pretending like he's playing the guitar to the music making your giggle.
You and Sirius fall back, panting, onto the couch. Sirius turns to you and gives you a high five.
"Oh my Merlin! That was the most fun I had in forever!"
"Me too, kid. Thank you. I don't know the last time I felt like that."
"You're welcome," you bumps his shoulder. "Oh! And you can keep everything, I have my own."
"Really?"
"Mhm, I'll bring you more vinyls I have. We can have more singing and dancing parties like this."
"I'm looking forward to it." He looks at a watch you got him, "I think it may be time for you to head back."
You look in a mirror on the wall, "My hair is messy from flipping it."
"I can help you with it, if you want," he smiles at you.
"Really?" He nods. "Thanks!"
Sirius gets up and grabs a brush, you turn on the couch so he is behind you as he brushes through your hair. "I'm going to try to do that braid you taught me."
"Here's a hair tie," you take one off your wrist.
He struggles at first but manages to do a good, tight braid. "Done!" Sirius claps his hands.
You look in the mirror, "Wow, you have a good teacher."
He shrugs, "Meh, she's alright." You slap the back of his head, "Okay, okay! Not the hair! Okay, I have the best teacher."
warnings: age gap (you are almost 20 and he's 28), kissing
summary: being anakin's padawan doesn't stop him from pining and lusting after you
a/n: i need him
song: i'm yours - isabel larosa
He knew it was wrong.
You were his Padawan. You both were Jedi and it was against the code to feel such strong attraction to you.
He became your new Master a little more than a year ago, since your old one unfortunately was killed in a battle.
You were absolutely stunning. Ethereal, even. Anakin originally was against the idea. He had been so focused on his career, he didn't want something taking away from his work.
Hell, he never had a girlfriend, not even a kiss.
However, when you walked into the room the Council put him in, his jaw almost dropped and his eyes widened probably more than ever.
That day he learned that you were a sweet, somewhat quiet, smart girl. You were perfect. And that's without your appearance included.
As months went on, he had to fight against his thoughts at times. Like when you two were dueling and ended up in positions that got Anakin and you very flustered.
He was utterly enamored with you.
He wanted needed you.
Today, you were about to duel him. He was waiting in an abandoned room you two found one night.
He was tapping his foot and mindlessly twirled his lightsaber. Then you walked in and he dropped his lightsaber. He quickly picked it up and shut it off.
You were in tight shorts that gave him a lovely view of your bare legs and part of your thighs. With that you wore a matching tight crop top and your hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
You smile at him, "Hello, Master Skywalker."
He looks down to hide the blush on his cheeks. It was the most attractive thing when you called him that, even though that was his title to you.
"Sorry I'm not in my robes, I have been hot all day and I would die if I had to duel in my normal clothing."
"It's no problem. You ready to start?"
You nod and grin at him as you get into your positions. You both ignite your lightsabers and start moving slowly.
Anakin makes the first move and swings his saber, which you easily block. You pivot on your feet at strike him at a speed that he almost doesn't block.
He spins the saber behind his back and then goes for your feet. You jump over that and you continue to duel for a few more minutes.
Finally when he makes a hit towards you, you duck it and quickly toss your saber in the air while you rush behind him and grab his shoulders.
Before he can turn, you catch your lightsaber and have it in front of his neck. The heat radiating off of the weapon warms the skin there as he raises his eyebrows.
"I'm impressed. You're very skilled, you know that?"
"Why, thank you, Master," you whisper in his ear.
He turns his saber off and you do as well. He turns to you and notices the tiny distance between you two.
You look at his eyes which are now zoned in on your lips. "Master," you say just above a whisper.
"You don't know what you do to me," he groans. "Ever since I saw you in that room, you've haunted me. Living in my head all day, and in my dreams all night."
He puts his hands on your waist and pulls your body to his, so you are pushed against him with the slightest space between your mouths. "I've imagined kissing these beautiful lips of yours more times than I can count."
"What about-"
"I don't care about the code, or the council. I need you, darling. Please, we can keep it a seceret."
You chew your bottom lip in though, but Anakin brings his hand up to your face and pulls your lip from your teeth with his thumb.
He moves his head closer and his lips are now brushing yours. He holds his breath, waiting for you to pull back, but you just close your eyes and kiss him.
Hi hands grip your waist tighter and you bring your hands to his neck. You feel his lips smile slightly before he bites your lip.
You tug on his hair and he groans into your mouth. He lifts you up and you wrap legs around his waist. He walks and places you on a nearby table as you kiss.
You pull back and look at him. Really look at him. His beautiful light brown hair, his long eyelashes and his gorgeous blue eyes. His breathtaking lips were now a darker red and a bit swollen from the kiss.
"What are you thinking about, sweetheart?"
You shrug, "Just how pretty you are."
Pink tints his cheeks, "Me? Says you."
"Yes you, Master."
"Call me, Anakin. Or Ani. Master seems to formal after that, don't you think?"
"I suppose you're right," you smile.
He brings you into his arms and hugs you tight, leaving a gentle kiss on your temple. "As much as I would love to have your in my arms forever, I have a meeting to be in that starts in about seven minutes."
"Alright. I'll see you," you say when you break apart. You both walk and pick up your lightsabers from the ground. "Bye," you wave when he walks out.
Anakin leaves with the biggest grin, his heart racing and his face flushed. He finally kissed you, and it couldn't be better.
"What's got you all giddy?" Obi-Wan asks him, now walking in sync with Anakin.
warnings: fluff, kissing, a snippet of protective/jealous tom
summary: you finally convinced tom to go to a carnival with you
a/n: guyss i have a small something planned when i get just a few more followers and im excited :) also i have no clue what the cost of the wristbands are so i just made up a price.
song: best song ever - one direction
"I cannot believe I agreed to this," Tom aggressively sighs.
"You did it because you love me." You stand on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek.
He lowly grumbles something along the lines of, "Yeah, yeah."
You were wearing a pastel blue, knee length sundress. Along with a matching pastel blue ribbon holding your hair back behind your head.
Tom was dressed in black dress pants and white button up. His put his hands in his pants pockets and you grabbed his elbow, pulling him to the ticket stand.
The elder woman looks at you two, "Hello."
You smile at her and fidget with one of the rings on Tom's finger. "Hi! Um, may we please have two wristbands?"
"Sure, that'll be $65."
You go to take the money from your purse but Tom grabs your wrist and shakes his head. He pulls his wallet out and hands her the money.
Before you came, you and Tom went to change some of your wizard currency into muggle money.
You sigh and look at him, "Why do you never let me pay. I feel bad, you're always spending money on me."
He leans over as the lady moves to grab the wristbands. "Who's to say I don't enjoy spoiling you, darling?"
You blush and mumble, "Well, thank you."
"Alright, here you go, enjoy."
You thank the woman and excitedly move away from the stand to put the bands on. "May I see your wrist, sir?"
"Yes, ma'am."
He holds out his wrist and you put it on, he then does the same for you.
"Alright! Where should we go first?"
Tom looks around and shrugs, "I don't know, you're the one who's familiar with these things."
"Hm, let's start with... Zero Gravity!" You grab his hand and start walking towards the ride.
"Do we have to go on rides?" Tom practically whines. "Why not those things over there?" You look at him and see him watching the carnival games. "Muggles think this stuff is fun?" Tom asks as he looks at the ride that swings back and forth as people scream.
"Yep! Oh and don't worry we'll do the games. After a few rides," you grin. "Come on."
You make it to the line and to your surprise, the line was decently short, so you were able to get onto the ride quickly.
You two stand next to each other and the ride starts a minute later, spinning so fast that you two are pushed back against the padding behind you.
After it stops, you two walk off and stand out of the way. "So! How was your first ride experience?"
"It was... nauseating. I don't know what the point of that was."
"I think it was fun!" You bounce on your feet and look up at his hair which got a bit messed up.
You reach your arms up and comb your fingers through his hair, neatening it.
"If anyone else were to touch my hair, I-"
"You would use an unforgivable curse, blah blah blah."
"You know me too well," he gives you a boyish grin. He puts his arm on your shoulders and turns you. Running his fingers through your hair and tightening your bow.
"Thanks, love," you kiss his hand. "Okay, next let's go on the swings!"
He nods and follows you like a lost puppy, although if anyone were to say that they wouldn't have a tongue to say anything again.
You two show your wristbands and find your seats. The ride begins and the swings start going around as it rises into the air. Tom has to admit it's a good view since it's nighttime and everything is lit up.
It spins for about two more minutes before slowing and going low again. When it's stopped you turn to Tom, "That was great, wasn't it?"
He shrugs as you both unhook the straps, "I don't know if I would use that word, but it wasn't bad." You walk over to him and take his hand in yours, walking through the exit. "Where to now, angel?"
You bite the inside of your cheek. "How about that roller coaster?"
He looks at where you're pointing and starts to shake his head immediately. "No. Abso-bloody-lutely not."
"Come on Tom! It's not that bad." You start pulling him and you look back at him, "It's practically the same things as the Gringotts Mine Cart."
"I suppose."
You wait a bit on the line and get put in your own cart. You hold his hand and put your free hand on his bouncing knee. "Don't be nervous, love."
He scoffs, "I'm not nervous."
You narrow your eyes at him, "Mhm."
The ride starts and you go all directions at a great speed. It goes in loops and goes up before it drops.
You look over at Tom and see his eyes closed. You smile and poke his cheek. He opens his eyes and looks at you when you laugh, "You're so cute."
He doesn't have time to scold you for calling him cute because the cart takes a sharp turn before going back to where you started.
The man running the ride comes and lifts the bars. You two step out and go down the stairs. "That was amazing," you lean against Tom's side.
"Whatever you say, darling."
"Okay, why don't we get some cotton candy and then play a few games. It's already 10:45."
"Okay," he kisses your head. You two walk over and purchase two cotton candy and then walk to one of the games.
"Tom! I need to win a fish! The poor things are probably miserable in those tiny bags."
"Okay only one though because I don't think Hogwarts allows pet fish."
"Bloody hell," Tom says holding two large buckets full of bagged fish.
"I can't leave them to die in there!"
"As much as I love how caring you are, was winning thirty-four fish necessary?"
"Yes, Tom. That lady was nice enough to let me play for almost twenty minutes. Okay! Next game."
You two walk up to the game with darts you throw to pop small balloons on the wall.
You smile at the guy working the game. He seemed about your age. "Hi!"
He looks up from his phone and Tom places the buckets on the ground. "Hey," he says, lips curving into a small smirk.
"Mind if I play once?" You ask, handing him a five dollar bill.
"Not at all," he winks and hands you three darts. You hand two to Tom and keep the last one.
Tom throws his, popping two balloons. You throw the last one and pop a balloon.
"Great aim," the guy says. "Pick whatever."
You glance around, spotting something before turning to Tom. "That looks like Novalie," you beam at him, referring to your owl. Tom looks behind you and sees the guy looking quite low in a place he certainly shouldn't be.
He turns you around and wraps an arm around your shoulder while he glares at the guy, "We'll take the owl," he says coolly.
The guy grabs it and hands it to you with a charming smile. He opens his mouth but Tom cuts him off, starting to walk away. "Let's go, sweetheart."
You glance back at the guy who's watching you two walk away. "Bye, thank you! Oh, the fish!"
"I'll get them, wait here." Tom walks over and picks up the buckets. You see him lean over and mumble something to the guy who looks like he's seen a ghost.
You hit his arm when he gets to you, "What did you say to the poor guy?"
"Nothing," he says.
"Didn't look like nothing to me."
"Nothing that you should hear."
"Tom."
"Don't 'Tom' me. We should get going, don't you want to get the fish a thing to live in?"
"A fish tank?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, luckily I saw a place called 'PetSmart' on our way here. I'm going to buy so many decorations for it."
You two walk to the car and put the fish on the floor in the back. You two sit down and as soon as you put your seatbelt on, Tom's lips are on your.
He puts his hand on the back of your neck and holds you in place.
You put a hand on his arm and the other on his shoulder. He bites your bottom lip and you lightly gasp. He slides his tongue in your mouth and slides his against yours.
You kiss him for another few seconds and then pull back breathing heavy. "Goodness me, Tom."
"I love you, you know that?"
You furrow your eyebrows, "Of course I do. I love you, too."
"You wouldn't leave me, right?"
"Tom," you peck his lips. "Never in eternity would I leave you."
"Okay. Let's go get that fish tank," he puts a hand on your thigh and starts driving.
warning: intoxication, mentions of alcohol, one suggestive innuendo
summary: you and the pogues - excluding jj - were at a party and you got so drunk they had to call your boyfriend to pick you up
a/n: guys i kinda hate this but i hope you don't ):
song: out of my league - fitz and the tantrums
"Maybe you should have some water!" Kie yells over the loud music while trying to take the new glass of alcohol from you.
"I- I don't neeeed water, Kieee- Kiara," you slur and squint your eyes at her.
Kie puts an arm around your shoulders, trying to stop your swaying. "You had about seven cups- which is way too much."
You look at your hands and try to count to seven with them. Kie laughs and brings you over to Sarah. "What should we do with her?"
"You should dance with me!"
"How can you dance if you can hardly stand?" Sarah giggles.
"S-standing is over- overraaa- overrated," you grab Sarah and Kie's hands, pulling them and slightly tripping on the way.
"One dance," Kie says and then leans over towards Sarah, "then we'll call JJ."
She nods and you three hold hands as you jump around carelessly to the music.
You stop suddenly and frown. The two girls look at you with slight head tilts. "What's wrong?"
You look around and your eyebrows raise, "Where's my boyfriend?"
Sarah and Kie glance at each other. "He's at home, he didn't want to come tonight."
You look at them with now teary eyes, "He didn't want to come with me?"
"No! No, I- I mean yes! He... he did, but uh-" Sarah bumps hips with Kie, asking her to help.
"Uh, JJ's at home because, um, he was making you a bracelet! Right, Sarah?"
"Oh, yes! Mhm!"
You sniff and wipe under your eyes. "I see. He's so sweet," you smile.
Kie turns to the blond, "You think he'll be mad when she's expecting a bracelet from him?"
"Hm, maybe," she shrugs.
You start walking and you see Pope sitting on a couch. "Pope! Popo! Pooooope," you fall onto the seat next to him. "How are you, my friend?"
Sarah and Kie follow and stand near the two of you. He looks at you and smiles, "I'm good. How are you? Having any fun without JJ-"
"No!" Kie and Sarah shout. "Don't mention him," they hiss. They learned you were a bit of an emotional drunk a while back.
You're eyes water again, "I miss him."
Pope moves you so that you can lay your head on his lap. He runs his hands through your hair soothingly. "How much has she had to drink?" Pope mouths to the girls.
They hold up seven fingers and his eyes widen. John B jumps over the back of the couch and lands on the other side of Pope. "Let's just call him?"
JJ was in his bed.
This is probably the first time he hasn't gone to a party with his friends. Who is he to miss out on free alcohol.
However, earlier that day, you and JJ were sitting on the beach together and you were ranting to him about your favorite book.
He asked you if he could read it, seeing as you were talking so passionately about it.
So here he was, alone in bed reading the book on a friday night. That's until his phone rings next to him. He grabs it and answers the call from John B.
"Hey," he says putting a bookmark in the book.
"Hey, man. Can you come get y/n?"
He sits up and gets out of bed. "Yeah? Why? Is something wrong?"
"Eh. She's just really drunk. Kie and Sarah are currently trying to stop her from taking some shots."
JJ laughs and starts putting on his shoes. "Alright I'm leaving now."
"Kay, see you," John B hangs up and JJ leaves.
JJ walks into the party and goes to where Pope and John B were talking.
"Ah, the man of the hour has arrived!" John B pats his shoulder. "She's over there," he nods his head to you.
JJ nods and walks over to you, Sarah, and Kie. When he gets behind you he puts an arm around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. "Hello, pretty girl."
You turn around and a bright smile goes onto your face. "JJ!" You put your arms around him and squeeze him in a tight hug. "I mis-missed you," you hiccup.
"I missed you too," he kisses your forehead. He nods at the other two girls. Sarah and Kie nod back with smiles and went back to dancing. "Why don't we head home, yeah?"
"Okayyy," you lean your head against his shoulder.
JJ walks you out and to the car. He puts your seatbelt on and then goes into the driver's seat.
As he drives, your head faces him and admire him. "You are like, soo pretty."
His head turns you you with a boyish grin before he looks back at the road. "Thank you, sweetheart. You're like, soo gorgeous."
You look out the window and giggle to yourself. He glances at you and chews his bottom lip.
"Oh!" You sit up straight, "Are you almost done with my bracelet? I want matching ones with you."
His loving face turns to one of confusion. "Bracelet? What bracelet?"
"Sarah and Kie said you stayed home to make me a bracelet," you frowned.
"Umm, I stayed at home to read your book, remember?"
"Hmm. Oh yes! Can we make matching bracelets still?"
"Of course we can. Tomorrow when you're able to. I don't think you can use the string correctly with all that alcohol in you."
"Whatever you say, Jay," you say and then laugh. "That rhymes."
"It does," JJ nods.
"JJ, I'm hungry," you sigh.
"What are you in the mood for?"
"You," you grin.
He looks at you with a blank face when you burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding. Maybe. No, I'm not."
He smiles and reaches over to hold your hand. "Silly girl."
"I'm going to take a nap," you put your head against the window.
"Alright, love. Dream about me?"
"Always," you lazily grin at him while your eyes flutter shut.
warning: somewhat angst to fluff, kissing, cursing, jealousy, best friends to lovers, protectiveness, c*rmac mcl*ggen
summary: you were theo's childhood best friend and he waits for a time when you will love him back
a/n: hello lovely people! i am alive and well! i sincerely apologize for not writing in awhile, i just haven't had any motivation to write lmao (this isn't proof read because its really late and i'm tired, so i apologize for any mistakes) (i chose the song below because i've been singing it for weeks and it somewhat relates to theo in this)
song: i'm just ken - ryan gosling
Theodore Nott was tired.
And in love.
With his best friend, nonetheless.
You may be wondering why he was tired. Well, he was tired of feeling upset whenever you called him your best friend. He was tired of hiding how he felt towards you since he was a thirteen-year-old. He was tired of the jealousy that took over him whenever someone flirted or went out with you.
Theodore was tired of many things.
At the moment, he was sat in the Great Hall as Draco complained about his classes. He wasn't listening, though, no he was staring at you as you happily talked with your friends in Hufflepuff.
Someone then sits in the empty spot next to him and pats his shoulder. He tenses slightly and Draco stops talking. They both turn and look at Cormac Mclaggen.
The two Slytherins practically have to hold in their vomit at the mere sight of the Gryffindor.
"Can I help you, Gryffindor?" Theo's eyes narrowed at the hand on his shoulder.
Cormac awkwardly removes his hand and sucks in a breath, a smirk making its way to his face. "You can't, but she can." He tilts his head and his eyes land on you.
Draco and Theo's eyes follow his line of vision and Theo clenches his jaw. "What do you want?"
"I want that friend of yours. And for you to set us up," he shrugs.
Draco glances back and forth between the two boys. He knows how protective Theo is of you, and that this isn't likely going to end well.
"Let me get this straight... you want me to set you up with y/n?" Theodore says with disdain.
"Exactly. Something about her just has me wishing to be in her bed, you know?"
Theo slams his hands on the table, causing some people nearby to look over. He glares at the boy and speaks lowly, "The fuck did you just say?"
"Don't tell me you aren't friends with her to get in her-"
Draco cuts him off before his could finish. "I suggest you don't finish that fucking sentence, Mclaggen."
"I'll take that as my sign to leave. Just let me know whenever you're done with her, I'll be waiting with open arms... and legs," he laughs as he walks out of the Hall.
"Fucking disgusting asshole," Theodore mumbles.
"I can hex him if you want," Draco says. "Maybe get Snape to take points from Gryffindor."
"Both sound good to me."
His eyes make their way back to you and he sees your eyes already on him. You smile brightly at him and he grins back. You turn around so he doesn't see your face warm.
One of your friends, Hannah Abbot, giggles and pokes your cheek. "Someone's blushing."
"Am not!"
"Yes you are. Don't lie," she leans in, "you have feelings for Nott."
"I don't know what you are talking about. We're just friends."
"Mhm." Hannah looks at you with an incredulous face, "I'm pretty sure that friends don't make heart eyes at one another."
You gasp, "Theo and I do not make heart eyes at each other."
Hannah whispers, "I know that you know that you like him. I hope that you believe me when I tell you that he looks at you like he's about to get down on one knee-"
You gently place your hand on her mouth and look at her with wide eyes. "That's enough." You remove your hand but chew on your lip for a second. "Does he look at me like that?"
"Yes! And for the record, I think your children-"
"Merlin! I can't do this today," you drop your head into your hands as Hannah rants about how beautiful your family would be.
It's been two weeks since then and whenever you hung out with Theo, you tried to decipher if he was looking at you the way Hannah has claimed he was.
Theo, however, noticed how you seemed more bright than usual. What had happened that made you more smiley and happy? Did you find someone?
He runs his hands over his face and sighs.
"Theo? Are you alright?"
He sits straighter at the sound of your warm voice. "Yes, love. I was just lost in thought."
"Oh? And what thought has you frowning like a kicked puppy?"
You lean back against the tree behind you and put your legs out straight, crossing your ankles. You pat your lap and Theo places his head down. Your hands start to play with his hair, like muscle memory.
"Nothing your pretty head should worry about," he says quietly as he stares up at the stars. It was past curfew, and you weren't one to break any rules, but how could you say no to your favorite person? Especially when the note was attached to your favorite flower.
"Hm, well I don't like it when you frown. I much prefer to look at your gorgeous smile," you chew the inside of your cheek and start to braid some strands of his hair.
His cheeks turn a light pink and his eyes meet yours. "Gorgeous smile?" He feels a flicker of hope that there's a slight chance you reciprocate his feelings.
"Yeah," you mumble with a light laugh.
He smiles and before he could say anything else, something clicks above him.
You grin as you hold your polaroid camera above his head. "Gotcha."
He fake pouts and tickles your stomach. You burst out laughing and the camera falls to your side, "Theo! Stop, please!" You beg and squirm.
"Okay, since you asked nicely."
"You know, I think I can be tickled to death. I don't know about you, but personally I can't really breathe when I'm being tickled."
He lets out a breath, "I don't know if I can, I haven't been tickled before." He sits up a tiny bit and leans on his elbows.
You huff, "I suppose we'll just have to find out, won't we." You quickly move so that you're next to him and tickling his stomach. His head falls back as he laughs. You smile and he grabs your waist and rolls the two of you over so that he's now on top of you.
Theo gazes down at you. He sucked in a breath at your closeness and couldn't stop his eyes from dropping down to your smiling lips. 'So pretty,' he thinks to himself.
His arms are on both sides of your head and he leans down a bit so that if either of you were to move just an inch, your lips would touch.
"Theo," you whisper breathlessly.
"I really fucking want to kiss you right now," he says quietly.
You look at his lips, "So do it."
Without another word, he connects his lips to yours and both of your eyes flutter shut.
He feels a burst of butterflies fill his stomach. As childish as that may sound, he's had countless scenarios of kissing you. But never would he have expected it to be so perfect as it was.
Your lips were soft and warm. His were too. He slides his tongue across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth happily.
His tongue wanders your mouth and your hands go up and comb through his hair. He lets out a content sigh against your mouth and pulls away the tiniest bit. He gives a shorter and sweet kiss before his tongue is against yours again.
You taste of strawberries and cherries. That was because you ate the two fruits almost every night for dessert.
He tastes like slight cigarette smoke and vanilla, as odd as that may seem.
The two of you could drown in the taste of each other.
Theo pulls away places a gentle kiss on your forehead as he sits up and pulls you against his chest.
He rests his head on your shoulder and kisses your neck. "I love you," he whispers.
You furrow your eyebrows. You've said the three words to one another before, but you hoped he meant it another way. Which you were almost sure of after the kiss. "I love you more."
"No," he shakes his head against your neck. "I'm in love with you."
You feel your heart rate increase and the largest smile is now on your face. "You are?"
"Of course I am. I've been in love with you for years. You don't have to say-"
You turn and face him. "I'm," you kiss his cheek, "in," you kiss the other, "love," you kiss his forehead, "with," you kiss his nose, "you," you finally kiss his lips and Theo melts.
You pull back and look at his blushing face. "Oh!" You just remember your camera and reach over to grab it.
You pull the printed picture from the top and look at the developed photograph. "Look how beautiful you are," you turn the picture to him.
He takes it from your hands and brings it closer to his face. Even he could see the lovestruck look on his face as he admires you from your lap.
"Lets caption it," you say.
"I think you should write, 'first kiss and love confessions'," Theo tilts his head.
"That's perfect," you smile.
"Not as perfect as you, darling," he winks.
You playfully push his shoulder, "I never took you as a sappy one."
He dramatically places a hand over his heart, "Oh how you wound me."
"Will a kiss make you better?" you ask with a glint in your eyes.
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summary: a fluffy imagine of you and harry - requested by anon
a/n: you ask for harry fluff, you shall receive harry fluff :)
song: moon - siggerr
Sitting on the couch in the common room you glance at the fire as it crackles.
It was the holidays and most people were home. Harry told you he was staying, so you decided to join him. He gave up trying to convince you that you didn't have to stay for him awhile ago.
You look down at the book in your hands and then turn your head to look out the window, getting a wonderful view of the snow falling outside. Hogwarts was so beautiful when it was covered in snow.
Harry walks out of his room and heads down the stairs quietly. He spots you cuddled up under a blanket by the fire with your book and he smiles softly.
He heads over to you and plops down next to you on the couch, places a kiss on your cheek, and puts his head on your lap. You instinctively run one of your hands through his hair, "Good morning, Harry."
"Morning, love," he looks at your eyes scanning the pages. He watches how your facial expressions change ever so slightly as you get to certain points of the novel. "You are so pretty."
You feel your cheeks warm and you look at his grinning face. "Thank you." Flipping the page, you glance back at him, "For the record, I think you're also pretty."
"Why, thank you. What book is that?"
"Pride and Prejudice. One of my favorite classics," you beam.
He furrowed his eyebrows, "Pride and Pigeons?"
You laugh and lightly wack his head with the book. "No you daft dimbo."
"I'm only joking!" Harry laughs and holds his hands up in mock surrender.
"Mhm. Anyway, it's a beautiful book. You should read it some time, I can lend you one of my copies."
"One of your copies? How many do you have?"
You look up and think as you count to yourself. "Nine. I think."
"Nine?! Who needs nine copies of the same book?" Harry looks at you with bewilderment.
"There are just a bunch of different pretty versions," you shrug. "I'll give you one of my favorites, with annotations- which is very generous of me because I don't let people borrow my books."
"Except Hermione."
You nod, "Except Hermione." You look back down to the page and continue reading, but you feel Harry's eyes studying you. You look and meet his adoring gaze, "What?"
"Nothing. You're just so... perfect," he sighs dreamily.
You sigh with a smile and pick up your bookmark. You mark the page you're on and put the book down on the table.
Harry pulls himself up a bit and you reach him halfway down, placing your lips softly on his. You feel him smile against your lips and you run your hand through his hair and put the other on the back of his neck.
You pull away after a bit and he drops back down onto your lap and closes his eyes in bliss. "I love you."
"I love you more."
"I love you m-"
You put your hand over his mouth, effectively shushing him. "Every time we do this we just go back and forth on who loves each other more."
"Yeah," he grins, "you're right."
"When am I not?"
He scoffs, "Would you like me to make a list?"
You gasp and put a hand on your chest, "Why are you calling it a list if nothing is going to be on it?"
"Ha ha, very funny." A moment goes by as you enjoy each other's presence in a comfortable silence. "Question," he says.
"Shoot."
"Did you want to go to hogsmeade with me tomorrow? We can get some butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks and wherever else you want."
"Can we get a pet?!"
"No."
"Oh, please, Harry!" you beg him with your best puppy dog eyes. You learned how to do them from the best, Sirius Black. Who better to learn puppy dog eyes from than a dog himself.
"No," he says but you can see he's starting to give in. As he looks at you pleading he has to do everything he can to hold himself from saying yes.
"Harry. Pretty please? With five cherries, whipped cream, sprinkles, chocolate shavings, and caramel on top?"
"Treacle tarts on the side?"
"Treacle tarts on the side."
He looks at your pouting mouth and brings his lips to yours for a quick peck. "How can I say no to that?"
You jump up in excitement and accidentally knock Harry onto the floor. "Oh, Harry! I'm sorry!" You pull him up.
He rubs the back of his head, "Thanks."
"I'm going to get a kitten! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"You're most very welcome, darling. A kitten though?"
"Well, I would get a dog but I don't think Snape would be happy if I sent it to chew on his shoes- which I would totally do."
Harry laughs, "I would love to see that."
"Harry! Do you know what this means?!" you bite your lip with exhilaration.
"We're getting a kitten?"
You roll your eyes, "Obviously," you say in your best Snape impression. "It means we are going to be parents!"
"O-oh! Parents!" Harry stutters at the thought of being a parent with you. He would love nothing more than to have kids with you one day.
"I wonder if they sell clothes. If not then I'll make some. Hm, do you think that Molly will know how to knit clothing for a cat."
"Probably."
You walk to Harry and bring him into a tight hug. He rests his head on your shoulder and places a sweet kiss to your neck. "Thank you, Harry."
"If getting a kitten makes you smile at me like that, then I am more than happy to buy you one," he trails his finger up and down your back, enjoying every second of your warm embrace.
"That's very sweet... I think we should name it Harold Jr."
warnings: fluff and kissing, also a pinch of jealous nik
summary: a rainy day with klaus - requested by @viavolterra-wp
a/n: via i'm gonna get to the angst request for klaus but i suck at writing it and i'm trying to come up with something depressing to write about lmao, i hope this fills the void in your soul <3
You groan as you hear your alarm go off. You contemplate on whether or not you should throw it out the window.
"Shut off the bloody alarm," Klaus says from his spot next to you on the bed.
You reach over and press the stop button before looking outside. A smile makes its way to your face when you see the rain pouring down. You turn and kiss Klaus on the forehead, "Nik, get up, it's raining!"
"So?" He pulls the blankets closer to him, effectively ripping them off your body. After dealing with that for so long, you don't even bother trying to steal them back.
"Well, we can't let a good rainy day go to waste, can we?"
"Of course we can, love."
You roll your eyes and huff as you fall back on the bed, "Well, if you don't get up, I guess I'll have to find someone else to spend the day with. Maybe that brunette Salva-"
In an instant Klaus is up and on top of you on the bed, "I think my company would be better than his anyday," he narrows his eyes at you.
"I don't know about that," you push further, "he was good company that one night a few weeks-"
You are cut off as Klaus starts tickling your sides, "What was that, love?"
You squirm under him as you try to break away, "Nik! I c-can't breathe! Stop! Please!" Your laughs make him smile, showing his beautiful dimples that you love so much.
"Hm, since you asked so nicely," he stops and falls next to you on the mattress. His head is resting on his arm and he looks at you with adoration in his eyes. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart," he whispers.
Your face heats up at the compliment. "I also think you are very pretty, Mr. Scary Original Hybrid."
He grins, "You think I'm scary?"
"Oh, not at all, you are a soft puppy," you take a hand and squeeze his cheeks.
He playfully scoffs and grabs your wrist, "I am not a puppy."
"Sure you aren't. Anyway, I was thinking we could bake some cookies."
"Great idea, love."
You two get out of bed and go to the bathroom. You both brush your teeth, hair, and after having a small water fight, you wash your faces.
You head to the kitchen with Klaus behind you. You grab a bowl and place it on the counter, "Nik, can you grab the butter, flour, eggs, sugar, and chocolate chips."
He nods and gets them while you grab a whisk, pan, and preheat the oven.
"Thank you." You two now add the ingredients into the measuring cups so everything is prepared. "Okay, do you want to do the honor of pouring the first ingredient," you ask him.
"'Course I do," he grabs the flour and holds it over the bowl.
"Pour it slow-"
It was too late. He flipped the cup upside down and although most four stayed in the bowl, there was a good amount now floating in your faces. Klaus and you swat your hands and cought a bit at you breathe in the flower.
"Oops. Now I know for next time," he shrugs.
"Who says you are going to pour it next time?"
"Me-"
"Let's add the softened butter and eggs now," you put them into the bowl and handed Klaus the whisk. "Stir gently, please."
He nods and as he stirs you slowly pour in the sugar and then the chocolate chips.
"Perfect! We can start rolling them and placing them on the pans."
You two roll them into balls and space them out on the baking pans before putting them in the oven. After washing your hands, you and Klaus go into the living room as he picks a movie, "The Parent Trap? Nik, you know me too well."
"What can I say," he grabs a blanket and tosses it onto the couch. You sit down and cuddle with him on the couch as you wait for the cookies to finish.
The timer on the oven goes off and you stand up, place the oven mitts on, and take the two pans out, putting them on the stove. Nik appears next to you and he goes to grab one but you slap his hand away. "No! They are too hot, Nik. You'll burn yourself."
"Pfft, I'm an Original, love. A cookie isn't going to burn me," he goes back to grab one. You sigh and watch in amusement as he places one in this mouth, jumps around while it burns him, rushes to the garbage to spit it out, and then goes to the sink to spray cold water in his mouth.
"What happened to, 'i'M aN oRiGiNaL, lOvE. a CoOkIe IsN't GoInG tO bUrN mE.'"
He crosses his arms and walks out of the kitchen back to the couch. You laugh and follow him to continue the movie while the cookies cool down.
Now you were laying on a couch in Klaus' art room as he painted you. "Nikkkk, this is taking forever," you groan.
"Don't move, love. I'm almost done."
You think for a moment, "Isn't the butterfly effect crazy?"
He lets out a deep sigh, "Not this again, love. Last time you made my brain hurt."
"It's just like, interesting to think about. If I take one step in another direction, that changes my whole life. That brought me to thinking about other dimensions."
"Other dimensions?"
"Yeah. I heard somewhere that there could be other dimensions where there is every other choice you could possibly have made. That's a lot of dimensions."
"I'm confused," Klaus glances at you and continues to paint.
"Here's an easy example, if there was a fork in the road and I chose one choice option, in another dimension I would have chosen the other."
"Ohh, that makes sense."
"Yeah, so then I was like, wondering if there are several versions on ourselves living on earth in the same timeline."
Klaus drops his head, "Sweetheart, I don't know how much more my brain can handle."
"Okay, I'll save that one for another day. It's hard to explain anyway."
"I'll hold you to that, love. I just finished anyway, come and see," he says excitedly. Although he has hundreds of drawings and paintings of you, he gets just as excited to show you them each time.
You head over to where he was sitting in front of his canvas, "Nik! It's stunning!"
"Not as stunning as you," he winks at you.
"I love it, Nik."
"And I love you," he pulls you to him and places his lips on yours. You pull back after a bit and leave him in a daze.
It's now afternoon time and Klaus said he was going to take you out to dinner. He told you to dress up but you were stuck on picking a dress. There was only one person you could call for help on this matter.
You go and grab your phone, scrolling through the contacts, before calling the number. After about two rings, the call is picked up.
"Bex!"
"Hello, angel," you hear the voice of your best friend come through the phone.
"Bekah, I miss you so much."
"I miss you, too. Is Nik being tolerable? If not I can come and rescue you and we could run away together."
"Yes he is, but I'll take up that offer any day."
"Great! I'll start planning."
"Before you do that, I need your help. Nik is taking me to dinner and I can't pick a dress. I have three top choices but I need you to pick from them, please," you say while grab a perfume you are going to put on.
"Sure! Send me seperate pictures of each one and I'll text you which one I think you should wear."
"Thank you! You're a lifesaver, I love you so much."
"Love you, too. Call me again soon!"
"Of course, bye Bex."
You hand up the phone and send pictures of the dresses. A minute later you get a response from her and you smile. You throw on the dress she picked and you go into the bathroom to do your hair and makeup.
You finish getting ready and put your heels on. You go downstairs and see Klaus on the couch waiting for you. He hears you and turns, he has you clench his jaw to keep it from dropping.
"Are you ready to go, Nik?" You stroll towards him and grab his hand.
He blushes and stutters out a yes. He grabs his car keys and you grab a large umbrella. Klaus grabs you by the waist and speeds you both into the car so you were barely wet.
On the drive there, Klaus let you choose the music - which barely ever happens. You, of course, took that to your advantage.
You get into the diner and the waiter takes you to a booth. You order drinks and Klaus glare as the waiter as he takes your food order.
He walks away nervously and you put your head on your hand as your elbow rests on the table.
"Is it really necessary to glare at the poor boy?"
"Yes it was. He was staring at you."
"Usually when you are talking to a person, you look at them."
"He was stuttering."
"Probably because you were scaring him."
"But-"
"You get jealous too often."
"I can't help it, you are too gorgeous."
"I promise you that you don't have to get jealous, Nik. I love you," you smile at him.
"I love you, too," he grumbles.
The waiter comes back with your food, "H-here you go, enjoy."
You smile at the boy and whisper, "Sorry about him."
He nods and smiles back before walking away.
After Nik pays for the dinner, you too go back to the car. Once you arrive back home, Klaus carries you inside and speeds you to your shared room.
He tosses you onto the bed and goes on top of you. He kisses you so passionately that it speaks so many words.
You tug on his hair in the back and he puts a hand on your waist and one resting on the bed next to your head.
He bites your bottom lip and slides his tongue against it. You open your mouth and move your tongues against one another. You both pull back breathlessly after a few minutes.
"I've been waiting for that all night," Klaus says.
"Of course you have. Do you want to get ready for bed?"
"Sure," he kisses your cheek and rolls off of you.
Klaus speeds to the bathroom across the hall to get ready and you use the one in this room. You take off the makeup and jewelry. You do your nighttime routine and throw on one of Klaus' shirts and a new pair of underwear.
You hop into bed and pull the cover over you. Klaus joins you and you hand him the remote, "You can pick what we watch this time."
"Hmm, decisions, decisions."
He finally picks a movie and you are surprised to see it was Twilight. "You enjoyed the movie?" You recall back to when you introduced him to the saga and he seemed like he hated it the whole time.
"Not exactly, but it's fun seeing the way they made vampires and werewolves."
"Touché."
You lay your head on Klaus' chest while he plays with your hair. Your eyes flutter shut about an hour and a half into the movie. He kisses your head and whispers, "Goodnight, my love," before falling asleep.
