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Californias Septembers are usually still hot, the air sticky with sweat and sweet spices, lingering the air. Stanford is no different, you can feel your hair sticking to your forehead and sweat in all kind of places. Just few hours ago you unpacked at your dorm, and now you are already sitting on tribune of a tennis court watching some ball fly from one side to the other.
Some girls from sophomore year decided that they have to show to the freshmen girls the âreal trophyâ of the school Art Donaldson. So now your here, peaking down over peoples heads to the court to catch glimpse of the so called âschool trophyâ. Unfortunately for you, everyone infront of you decide to have longer necks, and bigger heads then its polite so you literally see nothing.
The game ends pretty fast, and by the roaring of the crowd and squealing of girl you figure the popular guy won. You make your way down the tribune, somehow still hanging at the end of the popular girls group⌠you think about how will it be next year, when all this will feel familiar and not ridiculously scary and new. Maybe thatâs when you stop paying attention to your surroundings, with full force you bump into some guy- you look up and the apology freeze on your lips. A tall guy hovers over you, his curly blonde hair sticking out from under his cap, and his flushed sweaty face crocked in charming smile⌠and when your heart beats again, its like its beating for the first time. You open your mouth to speak, but heâs quicker. âSorryâ thatâs all he said but your heart jumps as if he just confessed love, you want to say thatâs okay that your sorry- but heâs already gone, without second glance heâs gone in the crowd.
And that was the first time you saw Art Donaldson, and it was all it took for you to develop this massive crush on him. After that you always look around the campus, hoping that you would catch at least a glimpse of his golden curls, or that you would hear his ringing laughâŚBut the next time you hear of him, it isnât how you imagined it, âGuess who the fuck just dmâd me!â Your roomate shouts as she slams the door behind her âArt fucking Donaldson!â you try to ignore how your heart drops...And instead you try for a smile "whattt...?" your roommate flops over next to you on your bed, grinning clearly satisfied. "asked me to come to his game on saturday" Oh. that's great... but you can't say that, so you just smile asking what outfit she plans to wear. After that the next three weeks are hell, your roommate (Jessica) and Art started going out, which really means just a few hang outs but for you, it felt like torture. But then the party invite happened, apparently the frat house which is Art in, is hosting a party and Jessica as the current little date of Art gets invited and free passes...So here you are, right in front of the frat house as the songs beat loud. When you step in, it feels like a jungle. Loud people, some fighting some laughing, by the couch a group if frat boys spawned in their armchair like as if they were kings of the world. You drag yourself through the crowd, to the kitchen to get a drink. And then you see him, its like the world has stopped. To admire him, heâs wearing some adidas shirt, his curls curling around his face like gold. His lips are curled in this handsome smileâŚand then leans down and- kiss Jessica whoâs leaning ber back against the counter. So you just look down at your hands to pour drink, but then you hear your name. âHey!! You made itâ Jessica wraps her arms around you, turning you to Art whoâs watching you politely. âThis is Art, Art this is my roommateâ he nods smiling softly. âNice to meet youâ and you, you have to act like your heart hadnât stoped fot that little four words. âYeah you tooâ you smile, Jessica grins âactually we were just talking about you, your heart dropâŚâwhat?â. âWell as much as Art is smart, heâs failing social sciences. And I remembered your good at that class! And like the genius I am I figured, why wonât you tutor Art?â did it in that moment feel like you died? Yes. Was it obvious? Hope not. âOh I donât- I am not that good at itâ you shrug trying to sound casual. But then Art for the first time talks to you⌠âcome on please, I mean I can pay-â
You donât hear the rest, because god yes, your tutoring him, and you canât change your mind anymore.
Au: I did not check the grammar after I wrote this so tbh sorry :<
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AWW tysm! It's very easy, I grabbed two pictures one white as the tumbler background and second the houses that I like I put them in one and on capcut I used the font ballet! hope this is understandable :)
Art Donaldson x shy Reader
The white peony often symbolise shyness, this story is set in 2006 in Stanford. Where rather shy reader develops crush on the popular blonde tennis playerâŚ
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Sirius Black
Situationship final boss
ââ˘Â°Can nothing
be everything?
Nothing ever really happened - but it never left your mind.
13.11.1977
You arenât bold or charming or loud. You arenât some gorgeous, celestial being â closer to a god than a human. Youâre⌠you. The same awkward, anxious person you have always been. Even back when you first saw him.
1971 â just after you stepped off the train. There he was, somewhere in the crowd, yet completely impossible to miss. Pale skin glimmering under the moonlight, short black curls framing his face in a way that felt almost unreal â and his eyes, those eyes, shining like they knew every secret worth knowing. Time froze. Fireworks burst beneath your eleven-year-old skin, from toes to fingertips, like you had been cast as the protagonist in one of your favourite books. And then â a suitcase slammed into you and reminded you painfully that no, you were not living in a fantasy. Not even close.
Sirius Black never lost that charm you noticed first. If anything, it grew with him. By fifth year he was unstoppable â taller, with a cigarette always between his fingers, hair spilling past his shoulders like dark smoke curling around his cheekbones. And the worst part? He knew exactly how enchanting he was.
You, meanwhile? You never truly escaped the awkward phase. Maybe you only fell deeper into it. To be very clear â you arenât in love with Sirius Black. And even if you were, youâre self-aware enough to recognise that it would be pure fantasy. Sirius dates goddesses. Sirius stars in stories. You⌠donât. He never looked at you twice â if he ever looked at you at all.
Last year, something changed. Suddenly he noticed you. Suddenly he saw you. And unfortunately for you, Sirius Black isnât the type to merely observe â he acts.
Oh, and how beautifully that action felt. Like the entire world shifted its focus onto you. How could you resist? Sirius Black â Sirius Black â giving you attention. If you werenât in love before, well⌠now you were doomed. Nothing official happened, just flirting â too much to be friendly, too little to be real. Fooling around in the space between hope and heartbreak. And you truly, desperately believed that he would ask you out properly â that you would date, and everything would be fairytale and weddings and rainbows and butterfliesâ
Wrong.
Two months of Sirius being âsoberâ from his flings. Two months where he seemed loyal to this fragile not-relationship â loyal to you. And then you found him. His mouth on Hannahâs. His hands⌠anywhere but where they should have been. A slap made of brutal truth: you were never anything. You were delusional. A fantasy he let you drown in.
That was a year ago. You never brought it up â how could you? You and Sirius were nothing. Always nothing. So here you are now, sitting on a bench in Hogsmeade next to him, snow falling quietly, your friends gone into a shop around the corner â the very one you both insisted you didnât want to enter. And now you canât follow them, because that would look like you didnât want to sit with your âfriend.â
Crazy, right?
So you remain here. Bitter smoke stings your nose, cold claws at your skin, and every muscle refuses to move. Maybe itâs the weather. Or maybe itâs the nerves.
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Your life wasnât perfect⌠but it was very much close to perfect. So far in your life, you had nothing to complain about. I mean, for fuckâs sake, youâre a princess, born into one of the happiest kingdoms far and wide, where people helped each other, and hunger was only in the distant memories of the oldest grandmas and paps. You grew up happily, in a castle where the doors were always open, and laughter and singing were always filling the marbled halls. You grew up wild, kind, and free⌠For the whole seventeen years, you only bloomed into a kind soul. You always helped the townspeople as much as you could. Always took care of your six younger siblings the same way your older sisters used to take care of you.
You were happy like that, free-spirited like a spring breeze.
Life was fant-astick! It was spring, your favorite season. You were curled up in your favorite spot in the world, under the blooming apple tree. The shadow gave you peace, and the sweet smell of the blooming flowers tickled your nose. The grass tickling your arms softly, and the only sound that filled your ears was the whispering between the trees⌠wshuuuu⌠wshuuuâwait, thatâs not leavesâLilyâs voice filled everything around you.
âOh my god, I canât believe you didnât tell me earlier! The whole townâs getting ready. My dad made me bake pies before the rooster even crowedâWhat are you still doing here?! Why arenât you getting ready!â
You squeezed one of your eyes open against the sun, gazing at Lily, your best friend, standing over you. The tip of her nose was traced with flour, and her red braids glimmered in the sun. But right now, that was the last thing on your mind. You sat up, your face filled with confusion. Baking pies? The town getting ready?? You getting ready??! You had too many questions swirling in your mind.
âLilâsâwhat are you talking about?â You answered as steadily as you could.
âŚ
âYou donât know?â Lily slowly posed the question, her green eyes wide open.
âIf I knew, would I be asking?â
You could swear, in that moment, you saw a glimmer of sparkleâscratch that, a fireâin her eyes. An excited smile formed on her face, and before you knew it, Lily was sitting next to you in the grass, your eyelashes almost flapping into each other.
âMy dear, dear, dearest princess, you are getting married.â She curled her voice in a high pitch at the end of the sentence, and the world seemed to stop for a good long minute.
The feeling that this sentence blew into your body is very hard to explain. The closest comparison is a confused raccoon throwing up a rainbow into a bush behind a tavern. Perhaps you didnât know your childhood best friend as much as you thought you did, and maybe this was just a very out-of-character joke? You really, really hoped it was a joke.
âI am getting married? âIâ as in me?â
âYes! This morning, the bugler read the news straight from the castle. Your father is offering your hand in marriageâand the kingdom with it! A prince is comingâwell, three of them actually! Isnât this exciting?â
Exciting was not the word you had in mind.
You really wanted to respond to Lily, in fact, you were about to, when none other than your motherâs loyal little messenger, Peter (the smallest, as you liked to call him), showed up. His big cheeks were red like two bowls of borscht, and little rolls of sweat were rolling down his face, down his neck, and under his collar.
âPrincessâIâI... t-the Queen wishes... to see youânow.â He panted, holding his stomach and gasping, like heâd run all the way from the castle by himself, and not on his horse.
Refuse and face your motherâs anger later? Rather not. So, with a rushed, chaotic goodbye to Lily, you followed Peter down the hill, the long grass staining your feet green. Itâs a quick walk from there to the rocky path. Narcis is still pulling the grass in handfuls, chewing it down slowly, just like he did in the morning when you left him here.
You recognized the smiling faces as you rode through the town, people laughing and waving at you. Lily wasnât kidding, the townspeople seemed busy in preparationâdusting the carpets, cleaning the windows, hanging flowers out of their windows. And from the Evans tavern, the sweet smell of pies and pastries really did linger. When you were close enough to the castle, you could see the preparations here were even more... even more⌠The kingdom's flags were hanging out of every window, maids cleaning each one of the paving stones in the yard, and gardeners fixing every bit of the long lawn. At the stone gate to the castle, your mother was anxiously waiting for you, holding one of your little brothers on her hip.
Now as you rushed through the long hall into your chambers, you finally mustered the courage to look at your mother. She didnât seem upset. Instead, something about her was unusual, something you had never seen before. Under her calm demeanor, you could see cracks of anxiousness.
âMumâmumâmother! Could you stop for one minute? And explain!â
âŚ
âWhy did I have to hear that I am getting married off from Lily? Why AM I getting married off?â
You shakily said, trying to stay collected, but you felt your eyes tearing up. The sudden anger you felt mixed with confusion⌠betrayal.
âIâoh dearâI⌠your fatherâs getting old and youâŚâ
She finally stopped, turning to you suddenly, her eyes soft as she tugged your hair behind your ear.
âYou are a young woman. I remember being your age. All I wanted was to get marriedâŚâ
She smiled gently, like mothers do, but the last thing you wanted to do was grin like an idiot back at her.
âI donât want to get married, mother! Iâarenât we happy like this? Iâm good, I study, I take care of the townspeople and my siblings, I take an interest in things. I thought... I thought we were happy like this... just us, as a family together?â
âOh dear... you have to understand, your father isnât the youngest. He needs someone to take over after him.â
âThen I shall! I can be a queenââ
âDear, I apologize for not telling you sooner, I thought it would be a pleasant surprise!â
It was far from a pleasant surprise. But what to do now? You could yell at your mother, perhaps even find your papa and throw a tantrum to him too, but what would that fix nowâŚ? But now what? Youâre amazing, you canât lie to yourself about that. Some of the princes will surely propose... Well, you canât lie to yourself about that, but you can lie to them... Oh, your genius! Youâll just act so awful that the princes will run away! Applause, sâil vous plaĂŽt.
The night outside felt distant as you looked out the stained glass window at the black skies, decorated with stars. The thick, melodic music filled your ears loudly. The light from the candles stretched all the way down from the ceiling to the marble floors. People danced stiffly, according to the âdance rulesââhow booooring.
You stood by your parents, corset tightly wrapped around your waist, and silk dress falling around you elegantly. Could this night get any more booooriâ
Tumtumtadaaa (or whatever the sound trumpets made is)
The man coughed, clearing his throat, unrolling a piece of parchment in front of him before speaking loudly.
âThe Prince of the Kingdom of the Second Sun. The land filled with sun and revival. James Fleamont I. of the genus of Potters!â
And as he finished his speech, the door opened widely. The music started playing as James flabla bla bla something walked in. It felt like a ray of sun followed him into the ballroom, lady after lady suppressing gasps. If you had to be honest⌠you must admit, he is quite... not so bad looking! Tan golden skin, dressed in red and gold expensive clothes, brown curly hair falling over the tips of his ears messily. His eyes flickered playfully around the room. Andâah, well, what a shameâif he didnât have that smug smirk on his face, you might even call him handsomeâŚ
He walked straight from the door across the ballroom toward you⌠and your parents, of course! And when he was only three steps away, he stopped and nodded his head in a respectful manner. As he turned away, his eyes flickered into yours, making his smirk for whatever reason even wider. Your gaze followed behind him until the trumpet startled you again.
Tamtadadaaa
âThe Prince of Neyxland! The kingdom that can't lose a war. Prince Bartylus Crouch II.â
The contrast between this Crouch and Potter was hard to ignore. The light that came with Potter seemed to fade away under Crouch's shadow. Now, instead of the tanned boy who had been at the door a minute ago, there was a boy who could easily be mistaken for a corpse. He had smooth, pale skin with a slight purplish tint, and deep shadows under his eyes. His brows furrowed, making him seem angry? His hair was black with an almost green undertone, his clothes simple, dark green and gray with sharp shoulders. His features were sharp, like he was cut out of stone, his gaze placed firmly ahead of him. He seemed sure of himself as he started walking toward your father with long steps. It was a different kind of confidence than Potterâsâless cocky, more calculated.
He stood confidently in front of your father. For a long ten seconds, he only stared at him. Then, he bowed sharply, quickly. He didnât even look at you before making his way to the edge of the room. Bit rude, isnât he?
Tamtadadaaa
âThe Prince of the Constellation Kingdom. Sirius Orion Black I. of the Black genus.â
A tall boy walked through the door. He seemed much shyer than the suitors before him. He walked awkwardly forward, like he was unsure of his steps. He was wearing a dark blue sateen cape that was fastened at his shoulder by a silver star badge. Underneath, a white silk button-upâthough it seemed a bit too small for him...? He walked slowly through the crowd, looking around at the people, unlike the two men before him. Finally, he was close enough to bow. He bowed deeply in front of your father. Your father obviously liked that, as he smugly looked at your mother, whispering to her:
"See? I told you, I still got it..."
But you only heard that distantly, catching the bowing prince only in your peripheral vision. What really captivated your attention was the knight in silver armor at the prince's side... only his eyes peeked out from under the helmetâa pair of icy blue eyes intensely focused on you. Even though you couldnât see his lips, you knew he's smirking... His eyes didnât even flinch when a strand of black curls fell from his helmet, covering his left eye...
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Anakin Skywalker
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Anakin felt the shipâs shaking motions beneath his feet as it began to descend toward Naboo. In just moments, he and Obi-Wan would meet PadmĂŠ Amidala. Anakin didnât know much about why they were supposed to be her âguards.â He was supposed to be training, but Obi-Wan apparently thought this would somehow teach him more than countless hours in the training room ever could.
With a loud thud, the ship finally landed. As the doors opened, Anakinâs eyes were momentarily blinded by the brilliant sunlight outside. He raised his hand, shielding his vision until he could finally make out what lay before him: a sandy path leading up to a beautiful stone villa. And standing there, waiting to greet them, was PadmĂŠ.
For a moment, he was stunned by her beautyâthe way the sunlight danced on her skin, the elegance in her posture. But then his gaze shifted to the others gathered around her, greeting them properly as Jedi etiquette demanded. Closest to PadmĂŠ stood a girl, around his age, dressed slightly more finely than the rest of the staff. She wore a flowing, light cotton dress with long sleeves, the fabric soft and airy, moving gently in the breeze stirred up by the shipâs descent. Strands of her hair whipped around her face in the wind, framing her features with almost accidental perfection.
From the moment his eyes fell on her, something in Anakin stilled. Captivated. Drawn in without words.
Even now, sitting beside Obi-Wan and PadmĂŠ, Anakin found it hard to focus. PadmĂŠ and Obi-Wan spoke politely, their conversation flowing easily, but PadmĂŠâs eyes flicked toward Anakin, her smile softening. She had clearly noticed the way his gaze kept drifting toward her companion.
âAnakin⌠{{user}}âwould you give Anakin a tour around the house? And maybe bring tea on your way back here?â PadmĂŠ suggested, her eyes glinting with subtle amusement.
And nowâthis is exactly whatâs happening. Anakin walks beside the girlâ{{user}}, he now knowsâalong the cool halls inside the villa. The air smells faintly of fresh flowers and stone warmed by the sun. Their footsteps echo softly as they move deeper into the house, shadows and sunlight dancing along the carved walls. He sneaks quick glances at her, still slightly dazed, still not entirely sure what just pulled him in so completely.
But something tells himâthis moment will stay with him for a very long time.
Remus Lupin
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The sharp, scrappy sound of the subway cut through the usual hum of the city. It was like any other day for {{user}}, stepping inside their usual subway car. The only thing unusual was the smellâstinkier than usual. With a wrinkled nose, {{user}} ignored it, settling into a seat, eyes scanning the muddled words of the newspaper in their hands. Theyâd never risk reading a wizarding paper in public, not with moving pictures that might draw attention.
The train rattled along, and when it stopped, {{user}} got off, eyes still glued to the paper. A moment passed before realizing the mistakeâwrong station. âYikes,â they muttered under their breath, sighing. It was all they could do at this point. Familiar frustration washed over them while waiting for the next train. Theyâd gotten off too early⌠again. The newspaper was soon finished, and still no train in sight.
Their eyes wandered, drifting across the tracks to the opposite platform. Thatâs when they saw him.
Him. The boyânow manâwho had once meant everything. The one they had spent countless hours with at Hogwarts. Remus John Lupin. {{user}}âs ex-boyfriend. Their first love⌠and maybe the only real one. Memories flooded back: walking through the school grounds, laughing, talking for hours, sneaking out to watch Muggle movies. Kissing.
Everything had felt so perfect. Too perfect, maybe. And thatâs probably why it ended, though {{user}} wasnât sure if they really understood why. Well, maybe they did. That Halloween⌠it shattered everyone. {{user}} had tried to be there for Remus, to help him. But soon after, he broke up with them, ripping their heart out without warning.
Now, years later, here they were, face-to-face across the subway lines. {{user}} realized they were staring, but they werenât the only one. Dark brown eyes stared back at them, wide, just as shocked. The years hadnât dulled that recognition.
âShoot,â {{user}} thought, heart racing. What now?
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Remus Lupin
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It was rather obviousâŚ
Reader had liked Remus. Theyâd admitted that to themselves a long time agoâlong before they were ready to say it out loud. But it hadnât stayed a secret for long. Your friends knew. The whole of Hogwarts practically knew. And, of course, Remus knew too. Heâd known for some time.
The thing wasâRemus knew you were kind. Youâd always been kind, to everyone. Helpful, patient, thoughtful. But being kind and being in love were two very different things. And when his friends never missed a chance to tease Remus about itâwhen every interaction between you two became the subject of whispers and knowing glancesâthe last thing he wanted to do was feed into that fire. He wasnât cruel, just⌠careful. Quiet. He wasnât quite sure how to respond to that kind of attention, especially from someone like you.
So he said nothing. And you said nothing. And it lingeredâlike an unanswered question hanging in the air.
Then came winter. The wind bit like it had something to prove, sharp and full of warning. The castleâs stone halls offered some shelter, but outside, the air turned your nose red and left snowflakes clinging to your lashes.
You ran, boots crunching through fresh snow, breath fogging the space before your mouth as you dashed down the slope leading to Hogsmeade. The air stung your cheeks and made your eyes water, but you didnât slow down. Youâd seen him from a distanceâhis tall frame, that messy brown hair youâd come to recognize instantlyâand it made your heart skip in a way that always surprised you, even now.
âRemus! Remâ!â
He didnât stop. Not right away. You werenât sure if he hadnât heard you over the wind or if he was simply pretending not to. Maybe both. You pressed on anyway, heart thumping from more than just the run. Your scarf had slipped loose, your hands were starting to sting, but you didnât care.
Finally, he paused. You caught the way his shoulders lifted with a soft, almost imperceptible groan. He didnât turn around at first, but heâd stoppedâso that was something.
Percy Jackson
Meeting after Puberty
~Coming back to camp half blood after long year
Percy Jackson
âď¸ July 3th 2010
As much as the hot, chip-scented air on the bus was suffocating, you couldnât suppress the buzzing excitement inside you.
Summer had just begun, which meant only one thing: going back to Camp Half-Blood after a whole year away. Youâd see your friends again, the counselors, the crappy beds, andâwell, Percy. Wow, that made him sound special. Itâs not like that. Heâs your friend. Heâs always been. Well⌠ever since he made you cry on your first day at camp when he caused a whole scene because you were eating fish. Not exactly the best first impression. But now, you were good friends. Sure, you liked him a bit⌠but nothing serious, nothing that would ever risk your friendship. After all, there was no chance anything would actually happen. Right?
A sudden turn in the road jolted you from your thoughts, and you looked out the window. You were here. From the bus, you could already see the crowd of kids dragging their bags toward cabins, hugging and greeting their friends. You smiledâthen you saw him. And goddamn, Percy Jackson had definitely changed this year.
He was tallerâway taller than last year. His hair was still the same messy mop, but his features were different now. Sharper. More mature. More⌠manly. That was something youâd have to get used to. His shoulders were broader, more muscular, and so were his arms. He looked even more handsome than before.
Well, puberty had hit all of youâbut it clearly hit him like a freight train.
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