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Summary: With your date situation figured out, how will your brother react to who it is?
Tags: fluff, sibling banter, modern au, James would def be an overprotective big brother, Sirius being unsirius,
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"You're going with who?" James shouts, standing up so abruptly that he shoved the couch back.
The entire room freezes, each person holding onto their breath. Even the clock seemed to get the memo and stopped ticking.
You roll your eyes, arms crossed tightly against your chest. "I said I am going to the wedding with Barty." You say slowly, making sure to draw out the Junior's first name just to irritate your brother.
A choked laugh pulls your attention from your red faced brother to his best mate and unofficially your adopted brother.
"What Sirius? Have something to add?" Sirius shakes his head, hiding his smile behind his hand. "Nope, nothing. Just interesting." Your eyebrow raises.
"What is?" Sirius shares a look with Remus. "Just that you called him Barty." You huff, rolling your eyes. "Well that is his name." Sirius hums, nodding. "Indeed it is."
"Excuse me," James snaps, bringing your and everyone else's attention back to him. "why in earth do you think you an bring him to my wedding?"
A throat clears behind James, making him flush a deeper shade. "Sorry Lils, of course I mean our wedding. Really yours than mine." You couldn't help the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head at both the sheer stupidity spewing out of your brother's mouth and how whipped he was for Lily Evans.
"You mean the one that already has an invitation. One that you personally gave him." James sputters, clearly have forgotten that he gave shoved the ivory envelope into Barty's hand the last time he was over for game night.
"Well that," He clears his throat, pushing his glasses back up. Later when you could find the humor in the whole situation, you would laugh at how similar James looks like your dad when he gotten in trouble. "Explain why you are going why you decided to go with Junior."
You scoff when you realize he's being serious. "Despite what you think, you, James Potter are not my father." Somebody, probably Sirius, chokes on another laugh, covering it up as someone, probably Lily, hits them on the back of their head. Meanwhile, James never looks away, his piercing gaze still set on you. "Well?"
You were faced with two choices. You could explain how this was simply complicated way to get your ex off your back.
Or.
You could play along.
"He asked me out two weeks ago." Technically not a lie. You did have drinks and he did ask you.
"He is a proper gentleman and has an excellent sense of humor. I like him Jamie." James melts instantly at his nickname arms dropping to his side. "Well okay then."
Everyone's eyes widen. "What? It's that easy?" James crosses the room, chuckling as if he hadn't interrogated you in front of your friends. "That easy. Just needed to make sure you knew what you were doing." He said, throwing an arm over your shoulder.
"Oh thanks. Please stop acting like I'm still that little girl who used to chase butterflies in the backyard." James laughs, resting his head against yours.
"You may be grown much to my dismay, but you are definitely still that little girl." You try pulling away but his grip tightened.
"Don't try and deny it. I saw you last week, chasing that blue butterfly." Your cheeks flush as you shove off his arm. "Shut up James."
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Summary: Hug- to press (someone) tightly in one's arms especially as a sign of affection.
Or 4 times you hug Neji + 1 time he hugs you
Tags: time skips, reader trains under Aoba , fluff, reader's love language is physical touch, reader is Kurenai's little sister, genjutsu user, 4+1 trope
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“Great job team! You all did amazing.” Guy sensei shouts, flashing a bright smile at Team Guy and you. “The power of youth is strong in the four of you. Now go rest.”
Guy sensei turns to you, patting you on the head. “I will let Kurenai how well you did, young Yuhi. Keep up the good work and you'll surpass even her one day.” You laugh, thanking him before wrapping your arms around his waist. “Thank you sensei. Your taijutsu was simply incredible.”
Lee steps up next, clapping your shoulder. “Guy sensei is correct. Your genjutsu is quite incredible.” You wrap your arms around his slim waist. “Thank you Lee. I inspire to have your taijutsu skills one day.” Lee promises to help train you before Tenten pulls you away.
“It's so nice to finally have a girl on the team. Too much testosterone if you ask me.” You laugh, pulling her into your arms. “Sadly, I will have to return to Aoba sensei when he returns from his mission.” After squeezing you tightly, Tenten leaves, announcing she will be headed to the hot springs.
Finally you turn to the stoic Hyuga who surprisingly stayed. The ninja barely said two words throughout the entire mission to you. “Neji you were…amazing.” He scoffs, walking around you. Your hand catches his arm, pulling him into a side hug. “Let go.” You listen, arms dropping as soon as he says the word. You smile, waving. “See you later Neji.”
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You carefully push the door open to the recovery room. The arena roared as the next match started but you could care less. Neji.
Naruto Uzumaki actually defeated Neji.
You peek around the metal door cautiously, worried you'll be caught and thrown out. Your eyes widen, the sight before you heartbreaking. Neji sat on the cot, hunched over a piece of paper as tears silently dropped onto it.
“Oh Neji.” You enter the room, shutting the door with a soft click before crossing the room. Hesitating, you shake your head. Your arms wrap carefully around his shaking frame. Instead of shoving you like you expected, Neji rests his head against your chest.
“Neji?” He sniffled, holding up the ink smudged paper. “He chose his own destiny.” You nod, not understanding. Destiny? “That means I can chose my own destiny.” He mumbles, blurry eyes meeting yours as he leans back. “I can choose my own destiny.”
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“Did you hear that Hyuga kid made jonin?” Aoba sensei says from his perch on the tree. Your brow creases in concentration as the environment shifts around you. “If this is your sad attempt to distract me, it won't work.” You say, dodging the kunai. Aoba chuckles. “You sure kid?” He mumbles, appearing behind you.
You smirk, swiping his legs out from underneath him. “Good job kid. How did you know?” You pull him off the ground, explaining how you knew the second you arrived, the genjutsu already set in place, how you felt his chakra move through the jutsu.
Aoba sensei claps your shoulder. “Excellent. Tomorrow we work on your genjutsu.” You frown. “Tomorrow? Why not today?” Aoba sensei smiles. “I meant it. That kid really did make jonin. Lady Tsunade should be telling him right about now.” He says, fixing his glasses.
“Aoba sensei?” He nudges you. “Go celebrate. Guy mentioned a party today. The power of youth or what not.” Laughing, you run off. “Thank you sensei. See you tomorrow!”
“Young Yuhi, such a pleasure to see you once again.” Guy sensei shouts, shaking your shoulder. You smile, thanking him. Nearly everyone was here, chunin from your year celebrating the newest jonin.
You find him hidden, in a dark booth in the corner of the shop. After grabbing a drink, you slip through the crowd, waking straight to the booth.
“Neji?” He smiles nodding as your slide into the booth beside him. “Congrats.” He takes a sip, most likely water knowing him. “Thank you.” You smile under the dim lighting, turning to him.
“Can I give you a hug?” Neji chuckles. “You ask now?” You shrug, blushing under his amused gaze. “Figure I give you the option just this once.” Neji rolls his eyes but the curve of his mouth tells you that he wasn't actually annoyed.
“Fine.” You giggle, heart racing for some reason as you pull him into a tight hug. “You deserve it so much Neji. Congrats.” He relaxes in your hold, finger twitching against you skirt. “Thank you Yuhi.”
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The village pulsed with fear, but wrenching fear that swirled in each citizen's gut. Each person holding onto their loved ones just a little tighter, just a little longer.
“Kurenai, I will be alright.” Your older nods, wiping her tear stained cheeks. “I know you will. You are an excellent shinobi.” You smile, squeezing her hand before taking Mirai into your arms, holding her close.
“I'm a Yuhi. My genjutsu is the best in the village. Besides I'm the sister in law of Asuma Sarutobi. There's no way anything will happen.” Kurenai leans down, lips pressing against your forehead.
“Just come home to us.” You hastily throw your arm around her, taking in both her and Mirai for the possibly the last time. “I'll be back before you know it.”
“Pleasure to see you again unit leader.” You quip as you fall next to Neji. He huffs, nudging you with his elbow. “What do you want?” Rolling your eyes at his indifferent tone, you knew it was simply a mask to hide his emotions, hide how terrified he was. “Neji.” He turned at your soft whisper. “I'm fine.”
But he wasn't. Nobody was. War was here. No hiding from it. Everyone was preparing to go against a shinobi legend, Madara, to save the entire world. Shinobi from different villages join forces as one for the first time.
“Neji.” You grab his hand, pulling him into a tight hug. “You're going to be an amazing leader. I just know it.” You mumble into his flak.
“Please be careful.” Neji pulls back, cupping your face with both of his hands. His eyes flicker across your face as if he was memorizing each feature.
“You are beautiful. Wish I had told you sooner. Should have-” His thumb brushes over your cheek. “Please be careful.” You nod, leaning into his touch. “Only if you do the same.”
Neji leans closer, nose brushing against yours, breath warm on your face. “I love you.”
His words send your heart into a rapid flutter as your hand finds a home on the name of his neck. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth.
“I love you too, Neji Hyuga.”
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“Yuhi!” You spin, eyes blurring with unshed tears as Neji waves you over from his cot in the medical unit. A small laugh pulls from your chest, getting stuck halfway through.
He's alive. Really alive.
The image of the wooden stakes twirling straight for him until Hinata miraculously saved him with her rotation.
The first step towards him wobbled, rocks crunching under your shoe. Then as if the fog cleared, you broke into a run.
“Hey! Slow down!” You didn't care. Nothing else mattered, not when Neji was right here in front of you. You come to a stop at the end of his cot, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.
“N..ne…neji.” You whisper, voice barely heard over the sound of the infirmary. He smiles tiredly, hair laid on the pillow. “C’mere.” You shake your heart swallowing a fresh wave of tears. “Please.”
You carefully round the edge, hand trailing over the cotton blanket. “Don't want to hurt you.” Neji shakes his head, interlacing your fingers. “You could never.” He tugs in your arms but you resist. Using more force than he should, Neji manages to pull you onto the cot.
Tears slip freely down your cheeks as Neji pulls you into his chest, arms wrap tightly around your back. “I almost lost you.” You sob, tears staining his shirt. Neji places a kiss to the top of you hear, smiling against your hair. “I'm not going anywhere.”
Summary: Birthdays are supposed to be special but what happens when everyone forgets except for one person?
Tags: hurt/comfort, it's reader's bday, Golden Trio slander, Ron being Ron, Mattheo to the rescue, happy ending, not really proofread, I can barely keep my eyes open so we'll blame that lol
A/n: Happy Birthday @theladyriddle 🥳 Surprise! I know you wanted me to come over to the dark side so here I am and I brought you cake🎂. I hope you like it and well if you don't😅 just forget about this story all together. Happy birthday so much and I love you! Ps: I'm sorry for lying to you when I asked for help with that one story😬
Today was an ordinary day. A day just like yesterday, tomorrow, and the day after that. A day in a week with your elbows buried deep in parchment paper and textbooks. Two assignments due in Charms, one in History of Magic, and a group project in potions.
Just an ordinary day.
It also was your birthday.
You had woken up, eager for the first time in weeks. For birthdays, you and your dorm mates go BIG. As soon as the birthday girl falls asleep, silencing charms thrown up before decorations happen. Streamers, balloons, and presents. Everyone is awake long before the sun comes up, breakfast brought up by a house elf. It was the greatest thing to ever happen.
Imagine your surprise when you wake up and find it bare and dead. Lavender and Parvati still fast asleep in their bed, snores coming from behind their curtains. Hermione's bed made perfect and empty.
You attempt to shove down the disappointment bubbling in your stomach. Did they-
You shake your head, dispelling the thought. There was no wast they forgot your birthday, right?
You quickly get out of bed, rushing through your morning routine. You were quite certain you forgot a step, and you knew for a fact that you almost sprayed your perfume into your mouth instead of your mint breath spray.
Maybe they have a surprise waiting in the Great Hall. Maybe Lav and Parvati were decoys and they were going to decorate once you're gone. That has to be it. Has to be because you couldn't bring yourself to imagine the alternative.
It happened. The worse case scenario actually happened.
They forgot.
Each and everyone of your friends forgot today was your birthday. Every time you saw one of them in the hallway or a classroom, you waited, holding on to the slightest sliver of hope that remained.
Yet nothing. Absolutely nothing.
And to add salt to the wound, Harry asked for the date during Transfiguration. Not even registering when you said it.
Pushing the cold potatoes around the plate, you look between your friends as they talk to each other. Not only did they forget your birthday, now they excluded you from the conversation. The pit of despair in your gut swirls.
How..how could they-
"What's wrong with you?" Ron asks, mouth full of food. Hermione scolds him for talking with his mouth full, smacking his arm.
"Are you okay though? You have been rather quiet today. If it's your studies, I can create you a timetable to help."
You scoff, rolling your eyes. You couldn't take this any longer. You stand up, storming out of the Great Hall.
Each of their birthdays, you made sure it was special. That they felt loved and appreciated. And this is how they repaid you.
Some great fucking friends they are.
Ever since your first year, you have found comfort in one other spot besides your dorm. The alder tree hidden behind the quidditch pitch. A place all to your own, that kept you sane from end of year exams to yule ball date failures.
"What's got your tail in a knot, little lion?" You look up, surprised to find the Slytherin Prince casually lounging on the branch above your head.
You must have been so in your head you didn't notice him. You quickly wipe the tears off your cheeks as you stand up, not wanting to add fuel to his taunts.
Mattheo Riddle, slytherin in your year. He was vicious, mean, and cruel. You once saw him knock a poor first year's book straight out of their hands. Seriously who does that?
"Not in the mood Riddle. Not today." You call over your shoulder as you walk away. Maybe Hagrid was in his hut. Surely he did forget.
Cold fingers wrap around your wrist, bring you to a stop. "What's wrong?" You shake your head, probably looking a bobble head with how much you have been shaking it.
"What's it to you? Going to tell all your friends that you found me crying. Fuck off." You spat, attempting to pull your arm from his grasp yet his grip tightens.
"Tell me." You press your lips into a thin line, tears lining your vision. Why wouldn't he just leave you alone? He looks around, curls bouncing around before his unusually warm eye fall back onto you.
"Come with me." He says, before dragging you back towards the castle. Your eyes wide n, a single tear slipping down your cheek. "Wait what?"
You died. Died of loneliness or maybe hypothermia from sitting out in the cold. But either way, you were dead.
The sight in front of you felt like a fever dream. The Mattheo Riddle whisking a batter, holding a conversation with a house elf as if they were old friends.
As for you, you sat perched on the counter where Mattheo placed you. Physically placed you. Picked you up, and told you not to move.
Not that you could even if you wanted to. This sight, has left you frozen.
"What are you making Riddle?" He flashes you a smirk. You noticed the flour dusted across his cheek. The way his smile seemed easy and warm unlike any time you had ever seen him smile. Wait have you ever seen him smile. Smirk, sure. But smile. Never. Mattheo clears his throat, winking at you. "Just you wait. You'll see."
"Now open your eyes." You listen, deciding it would be better to cooperate while being held hostage in the kitchens when he told you to sit a the table and close your eyes. A small gasp falls from your parted lips at the sight.
A messy lopsided cake sat on the table. Your name barely legible in icing still there and a single candle.
You look up, meeting his eyes. "What? What is this?" Mattheo rolls his eyes. "What does it look like?"
"But why?"
His cheeks flush, the scar across his nose more prominent, a shade darker. "Don't most people want cake on their birthday? If you hate it, then give it to Potter or Weasley." You shake your head, standing up. "I love it. Tha-thank you."
Your friends didn't remember your birthday but the guy who you fought endlessly with remembered and made you a cake?
A tear slips down your cheek as you pull him into a hug. "Thank you Ridd- Mattheo." He pulls back, cupping your cheek. His thumb brushes the tears away. "Happy birthday little lion."
"You didn't have to walk me back. I'm a big girl Riddle." Mattheo chuckles, elbow bumping into yours. "Back to Riddle, huh?" You shrug, the corner of your mouth twitching.
"What? You think because you remembered my birthday when all my friends forgot that our relationship would change?" His eyes widen as the toe of you come to a stop just short of the Fat Lady. "I mean.."
You couldn't do it any longer, letting go of the laugh bubbling inside. His shoulders sag in relief. "Of course it changed for me. I just didn't want to assume-" He cuts you off by take your hand into his, slowly brining it up to his lips.
"Please assume." He mumbles before his lips brushed against your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.
A throat clears behind you. You turn, finding Harry, Ron, and Hermione glaring daggers at the boy who was still holding your hand.
"Step away from her Riddle." Harry growls, pushing up his glasses before taking a step forward.
Mattheo smirks, pressing another kiss to the back of your hand. This time his eyes never leaving Harry before letting your hands drop back down but still interlocked.
"Mattheo, please don't." You whisper, eyes focused solely on him. You couldn't bring yourself to look at your so called friends right now. "He's not worth it." He turns to you, his face softening instantly.
"Traitor!" Ron shouts, pointing directly at you as he steps into the space beside Harry. "Is that why you have been off today? Hiding out with this snake?" Your head snaps up, tears brimming your lashes. You look to Harry and Hermione yet neither say anything, nothing defending you. "How long have you been sleeping with the enemy?"
You laugh dryly, sounding similar to a villain in one of those muggle films. "You have no right. No right to judge me. Not when he is the only one in this bloody castle who remembered my birthday." The trio pales, sharing a panicked look. "What? No we couldn't." Hermione steps forward, apologizing with pointless excuses. "Still doesn't explain him." Ron doubles down, still trying to make it seem like this was all your fault.
White hot anger pulses through your veins, thundering inside your ears. "And to answer your earlier question Ronald, since tonight." You yank Mattheo down by his tie, catching the flash of surprise in his eyes as you smash your lip against his. His hands come up to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. It was messy, desperate, teeth clashing type of kiss.
You pull back first, in desperate need of air. Your heart raced as you look into those honey brown eyes. "Wow." Mattheo nods, pressing one last kiss to your lips. "Yeah wow."
"Now if you excuse me, I'm going to bed." You turn back,heading straight for the staircase. "Our dorm is here." Hermione reminds you. Scoffing, you roll your eyes. You throw the fakest smile you could spread across your flushed cheeks over your shoulder. "Didn't say I was going to my bed did I, Granger?"
You turn to Mattheo who was looking like you strung each star personally by hand. "You coming?" Mattheo grins wickedly. "Absolutely." He turns to the trio, bowing. "Thank you really. Wouldn't have gotten her if weren't for you. So thank you."
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Summary: A glimpse into what happens after A Malfoy Ball
Tags: established relationship, engaged, short n sweet, reader is in a dress, fluff, so cute you might geba sweet tooth,
A/n: I hate the title (and the entire story) but none of that matters when it's my OG Husband's birthday! Truly, today should be a global holiday💚
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A content smile tugs at your lips as you lean against the bedroom door. Your eyes carefully watch as Draco takes off his cufflinks, placing them into the ceramic dish gifted by his youngest cousin. Teddy said it was a dragon, but even with your eyes squinted, it just looked like a green blob.
Pushing off the door, you slowly approach your husband. "How's my favorite birthday boy?" Draco looks up, a soft smile designated only for you tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Better now that you're here." You shake your head as you take over the task of unbuttoning his shirt. "Sap."
Draco chuckles as his hands fall on your hips, thumbs brushing small circles. "Don't tell anyone my secret." Popping the last button, you smirk as you slowly slide your hands up his bare chest. "Hate to break it to you Dray," You push the white button up off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. "but everyone already knows."
Draco rolls his eyes, lifting you up by your thighs. "Sue me for loving my wife." You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. "We're not even married yet." You rest your forehead against his, nose brushing against the tip of his. "Only 178 more days until you become the next Mrs Malfoy." He whispers, voice raspy with need. "But who's counting?"
You close the distance, lips slowly brushing against his. His hand squeezes your thigh as he stops in front of the bed. You pull back breathless as you smile hopelessly in love. "Happy birthday my star." Draco carefully lays you on the bed, hair layer across the Egyptian cotton sheets. He places a gentle kiss to your cheek before standing back up. His hand circles your ankle, as he lifts your foot, undoing the straps of your heel. "Thank you my love."
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Summary: Those three little words spill out on accident. How will Finral react?
Tags: established relationship, freshly new relationship, Vanessa is a gossip queen, fluff, short n' sweet
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The plate of cookies warms your hand as you walk down the dark hallway to the dusty old library. In all of your time with the Black Bulls, no one entered the library. Ever.
But yet for some odd reason, Gauche, Vanessa and Finral have been holed up inside the stuffy room for the past seventy two hours.
You kicked the door open, letting it hit the wall with a soft thud. "I come bearing snacks." Vanessa smiles, reaching for one of the white chocolate raspberry cookies.
"You're the bes-" You cut her off with a instinctive smack to the hand. "Not those." She groans, clutching her hand to her chest as if you had burned her. "What? Why not?" You smile, running your free hand through Finral's soft hair.
Honestly, you were a bit jealous of his hair, so soft and healthy even after dying it. Unfair truly.
"Sorry Ness but I don't love you guys as much as I love Finral."
Finral chokes on his cookie, bits spraying across the table. "Fucking gross." Gauche growls, chair screeching across the floor as he stormed out of the library. You tense, each individual muscle freezing as your words wash over you. "I mean..um..that's not..I mean I do but I didn't want the first time to be.."
Finral stands, knees knocking against the table causing the plate and stack of books to rattle. He reaches for your hand, hesitating for a brief second before taking it. "I um..I love you too."
Bonus:
Vanessa leans back into her chair, munching on another cookie. Her eyes never leaving the two of you like her favorite show was on. "I cannot wait to tell everyone this is how you lovebirds confessed your undying love for one another."
You turn to her, wide eyes. "Vanessa don't you dare." Her pink lips curl into a devious smirk. "Well you can certainly buy my silence." She glances at the white chocolate raspberry cookies. "Fin?" He pushes the plate towards her. "Have at 'em. I got me something a whole lot sweeter."
