Summary: You and Love Quinn head to a store for a simple errand, but things take a turn when a girl starts to flirt with you. But you, oblivious to the attention, brushes it off, but Love notices the girl’s intentions.
Word Count: 527
Warnings: Slight jealousy, possessiveness, public displays of affection, and a mildly tense situation.
The grocery store was bustling, shoppers weaving through aisles, carts creaking with their loads. You and Love had come in for a few essentials, nothing special, but even mundane errands felt lighter with her by your side.
You pushed the cart, checking items off the list on your phone, completely absorbed. Love lingered near the fresh produce section, her sharp gaze drifting around the store. That’s when she noticed her—some girl with bright red lips and a smug smile, making a beeline straight for you.
You barely noticed the girl when she walked past, dropping some flirty line about your outfit. You offered a polite smile, nodding before returning to your list, thinking nothing of it. But Love caught the way the girl’s eyes lingered on you, how she stayed just a few steps behind as you turned into the next aisle, almost stalking you.
The girl made another move, brushing her hand against yours when you reached for the same box of cereal. “Oh, sorry,” she purred, flashing you a coy grin. You shrugged it off, too focused on your task to pick up on the subtext. Love, though, noticed every single detail, and it made her blood simmer.
She moved quickly, closing the distance between you. Before you could even register her approach, Love slid her hand around your neck, pulling you into a heated kiss. Her lips were fierce against yours, her possessiveness clear in the way she claimed you.
The kiss left you breathless, your hands instinctively finding her waist. She pulled away, eyes meeting yours with a searing intensity. “We’ve found everything we needed, baby,” she said, her voice cool but pointed, as if there was a message meant for someone else. “Let’s head home.”
You blinked, confusion melting into a slow realization when you noticed the red-lipped girl watching the two of you from the end of the aisle. Her expression had gone from confident to deflated, her bravado disappearing as she realized Love’s claim on you. She stood there awkwardly, caught between fleeing and pretending she hadn’t been trying to make a move on you.
You nodded, still a little dazed from the kiss, and allowed Love to guide you away. Her hand remained firmly in yours, as if to show the world that you were hers, and hers alone.
When you reached the car, you turned to Love with a small smirk. “What was that about?”
She shot you a glance, the corner of her mouth twitching with amusement. “Just making sure everyone knows you’re taken, especially the ones who think they can steal you away from me.” There was a teasing light in her eyes, but you knew it came from a place of genuine care and possessiveness.
You leaned over, giving her a soft peck on the cheek. “Well, I’m all yours, Love. You don’t need to worry.”
She smiled, her tension easing as she started the engine. “Good, because I don’t like sharing.”
Sometimes Hermione forgets what it was like to conform to the image she had made up of herself. In the office, in her tie tightened to the point of suffocation, in folders and letters, in the constant race for information, in the exhaustion of lack of sleep and focus, she no longer feels. How long had it been since she'd stopped feeling?
Probably a long time ago.
And it builds up, builds up, builds up, builds up to explode and strike like lightning. And in this moment, here and now, while the alcohol pulses in her veins, while she raises her arms up to give in to the rhythm and keep her balance, she feels good. Yes, she feels better, calmer. Gradually, the crowd of sweaty wizards and witches shaking to the beat of the music carries her to the middle of the dance floor away from her friends chatting at the table. It's simple, it's easy. Nothing changes in her mind as the distance increases.
The gods have heard my prayer.
“Unsullied!” Dany galloped before them, her silver-gold braid flying behind her, her bell chiming with every stride. “Slay the Good Masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who wears a tokar or holds a whip, but harm no child under twelve, and strike the chains off every slave you see.” She raised the harpy’s fingers in the air … and then she flung the scourge aside. “Freedom!” she sang out. “Dracarys! Dracarys!”
“Dracarys!” they shouted back, the sweetest word she’d ever heard. “Dracarys! Dracarys!” And all around them slavers ran and sobbed and begged and died, and the dusty air was filled with spears and fire. – A Storm of Swords
Daenerys Targaryen, A Song of Ice and Fire 2021 Calendar by Sam Hogg
I cannot possibly tell you in how many ways I’ve fucked this up but!!! I had so much fun bookbinding this
Like you can tell it’s my first time. It weighs a ton cuz I bought 0.25mm card stock for the case 🤡 ; the endpapers are too thin and I don’t have a guillotine to trim the edges so they look kind of untidy… and so on and so on..
I still love it and proud of it though! and will be able to read it soon☺️
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