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Hi I'm slowly making my way through your fics for peter pan can I request one for peter pan where the reader has a nightmare and his comes in and wakes them up? I love everything I've read so far ❤️
Hi! Thank you so much for your support,yes of course I can do this request!! If you have anything specific you want to read in the fic please let me know! 💕💕
Would anyone read Hunger Games fanfic? I’m re-reading the books again in 14 years
Hello is it okay if I request a OUAT story?
Like Devin x Reader story? Its okay of you don’t want to I just want to ask because I can’t find really any stories on that topic.
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Prince Charming pt.2
From: Smutandfluffohmy
Character Parings: Peter Pan X Reader X Mystery Girl
Request: hey sorry if this is last minute but i’ve recently been binge reading all of your peter pan x y/n stories and they’re so good but I was wondering if you could write a second part to your prince charming one and if you already did whats it called because I cant seem to find it :) if you can’t thats ok I was just wondering xoxo❤️🖤
Warnings: Smut! Bisexual reading just for context
A/N: Long time no write. Yes I did come back answering requests with heavy smut. Yes I am trying to get better at writing smut. Yes I still don’t know who the mystery girl might be or what their deal is just ignore please.
Word count: 2.9k
Read the first part here
Huffing you dropped the empty bottle, this day has been more complicated than you bargained for when you woke up this morning. Stalking up behind them you gently tapped their shoulder “You really meant what you said?” you said turning to face them.
They only nodded, shocked. Shocked that they were actually doing this, shocked that you had shown up when they were ready to mark you off as a no-show.
“Lead the way.” You said smiling, waiting for them to walk up ahead, your blade tucked safely ready to be used at any signs of betrayal. They strode up ahead, constantly looking behind, making sure that you were still following.
Getting to the small house they unlocked the door stepping inside, their eyes filled with nervous energy. You looked around the room, stove, table, scratch that tables, chairs, mirror, bed, things you couldnt make out. No place for anyone to hide, good atleast it wasnt a trap. Looking around you still inspected, you can’t have a good time if you were too worried about someone was going to stab you with your pants down, literally.
A soft cough came from behind you “Ive. I have n- I haven’t” she said, looking around the room trying to keep her gaze somewhere else that weren’t your eyes. You smiled placing your bag on the table next to a small stove.
“Never been with a girl? Don’t worry most women haven’t, I’ll teach you” You said strutting over to her, taking your coat off in the process. Her eyes widened, mouth in a soft line sitting on the edge of her bed.
She shook her head looking up at you “Anyone.” she whispered, you almost didn’t catch it but you did catch the deep blush that spread from her cheeks all the way to her neck “I’ve never been with anyone.” she said a bit louder.
“Well this is a real pleasure for me then.” You said with a big smirk, kneeling in front of her you start tugging at the ties that tied her skirt tightly to her waist. “Tell me.” you whispered, trailing your hands down tugging off her boots, afterall if this was her first time you needed her to be undeniably smittened by you. “How does a pretty girl like yourself get off if nobody has ever had the pleasure before.” You said looking up at her, your hands resting on her knees.
She shook her head, “I don’t know what you mean.” she said, looking like she was either about to cry or run away from sheer embarrassment. Your hands gripped her legs a bit tighter, she looked cute flustered.
“You must get lonely at night. Show me what you do.” You pushed, a mix of turning her on and pure curiosity about what she was going to show you and how exactly it was going to help you getting her off.
A beat, silence. Her eyes quickly flickered towards the small slim table in the center of the room pushed against a wall, a small mirror hanging over it.
You stood up, hands leaving her knees grabbing her hands instead “Show me.” You said trying to pull her to her feet, her hands gripped yours tightly.
She shook her head, after shaking her head so many times her hair starting falling all over her face, cascading softly around her face. “It’s really stupid I- I just…” she murmured, her eyes bouncing from you to the table and back.
Now it was your turn to shake your head. “I’ll decide if it’s stupid. show me” you said with a smile pulling her to her feet, untucking her shirt from her skirt. Pulling her into a kiss you stepped back slowly leading her towards the table. Your tongue swiped across her lip, grabbing her soft waist by one hand and the back of her neck with the other.
You sat her down gently on the edge of the table, shaking her head she wordlessly turned around movingslightly to the rounded corner of the table.
Her skirts pooled over her thighs. Her hips rocked back and forth, her clit hitting the corner of the table sending jolts of electricity through her body. Placing your hands at the collar of her shirt, feeling the frills, tugging it slightly urging it to come off her body. Moving her arms, nothing keeping her shirt up now her breats falling out resting softly on the top of her stomach.
“Well, aren’t you pretty.” You whispered in her ear, tracing the curves of her face and grabbing her chin “Look” you said, making her look at her own reflection.
“Let me feel you.” You said ricking her hips against the corner of the table, she hurriedly nodded. “Say it. Say I can feel you.” you pushed, moving her hair to the side lightly racking your teeth on her neck. You kept pushing her heads back and forth.
“You can. Please I. You. Fuck please touch me.” She breathed out.
Your hand reached over her thigh and between her legs. She was soaking wet and getting to look at herself in the mirror was the only thing keeping you from getting her on her back. Slipping two fingers inside of her pumping softly, a moan left her lips.
Taking your fingers out of her you sucked them clean “Do you know how good you taste?” you said, she whimpered at the sight of her cum glistening on your lips. You took your fingers, grazing them over her wet clit. “Open up.” you said and she quickly obliged.
Her lips closed around your fingers, sucking herself from your fingers. In the mirror you could see her cum glazed lips, her eyes hazy, it was driving you crazy. Your hands grabbed at her breats massaging them while you sucked on her neck. Her breath hitched, bucking her hips against the table, her hands grabbing yours squeezing her breats and helping your hands travel down between her legs. This was your breakingpoint.
Her face pressed against the mirror, her breath fogging up the hazy surface. With your feet you spread her feet apart wanting to help her out. Playing with her clit, your other hand massaging her thigh, wondering what it would feel like to be squeezed by them.
Her breats pressed against the wall, her hands laid flatly on either side of the mirror grabbing hopelessly at the wall.
A string of curses fell from her mouth as you picked up the pace, one hand pumping in and out while the other circled her clit. Big movements, small movements, faster, slower, any combination that made her knees buckle under her sliding down the wall. She started to whimper, looking down at her her breats pushed tightly against the wall making them pool on the top. You started to slow down “Show me what you do.” You whispered in her ear, leaving trails of sloppy kisses from the bottom of her ear and down her neck.
Her hips buckled feeling for your touch and when she was found with none she reached down to find your hand. One hand still pumping in and out of her while the other left faint touches over her clit. She grabbed your hand and rubbed her clit with it faster.
And faster.
faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Your hand was drenched with cum dripping from your fingers. “Oh fuck please don’t stop please.” She said breathlessly.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You said keping up her rhythm, her muscles twitched around your fingers. You could feel her start coming around your fingers, her moans were unintallable and so loud it was all you heard. She came, her warm twitching body against your own, sweat sticking her hair to her skin. Your pace on her clit didn’t let up, you were relentless.
“I don’t think I can go again” She whispered, tears stinging her eyes. You took your fingers out of her, walking her to the bed. As soon as she sat down she let her weight bring her down to the bed collapsing from exhaustion. You turned around grabbing her a glass of water, filling it from the pitcher from the other table. The other table that didn’t have the best time of their life, at least not today.
Turning around you placed the cup of water in her hand “You taste amazing. Maybe next time I can get a good taste.” You said putting your face inches away from hers, so close you could smell her and she could smell herself from your lips.
After all of that her face change to beat red. “What about you? I didn’t touch you.” She said already reaching towards you. Your clit ached and you tried to ignore the wet cum trailing down your leg.
You grabbed her hand and placed it on her breats “If you touched me, you might drive me wild and you’ll never get rid of me.” you sighed looking down at her, your eyes looking over her body.
You went towards your clothes reaching into your bag. Clinking of coins against each other filled the silence in the room, your fingers graced against objects, coins and knives finally finding what you were looking for. Taking out a small seashell that had been made into a necklace, that matched your own.
Walking towards her you sat on the edge of the bed. “If you ever need me. Just blow here and I’ll come running.” You said placing it gently in her hand.
She turned it over between her fingers, bringing it closer to the flame “What is it?” she said looking up at you.
“A seashell”
She laughed “I can see that. But what does it do?” she asked, bringing it closer to her face trying to figure out how to use it, afraid she might be missing something completely obvious.
You lightly took it from her hands “It sends me a message, I don’t really know how it works some mermaid friends of mine gave it to me.” you shrugged, flashes of memories going through your mind remembering exactly how you got those seashells.
She looked up at you with bright eyes “You’re friends with mermaids?” she whispered like there was someone else that could hear this amazing secret only you and her shared.
You laughed to yourself “Yea. Friends” you said shrugging your shoulders. “Whenver you need me again. Just blow.” you whispered rubbing your thumb over her lips gently.
She propped herself up from the bed with her hand “You’re leaving? What if I need you now?” she pleaded, unconsciously pushing her breasts out enticing you in.
You smiled, trying your best to look at her eyes and only. At her eyes. “I don’t want to wear you out in one night.” “Do yourself a favor and don’t see anyone else, at least not for now.” You said pulling your pants on, your shirt going over your head.
“Or what you’ll kill me?” she scoffed dropping back into her bed , feeling the seashell in her hands watching you tug on your boots and gathering your things in a clean swoop.
You leaned over, brushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear “No never. But I don’t promise the same for your friend.” you winked, walking out of the house leaving your new friend at a lost for words.
Putting on your coat and your hat you nodded at a few guys walking past you with the same untucked shirts just like you, both of you giving eachother a look, a laugh and a wave knowing exactly what had just happened.
“The entire bloody kingdom could hear you screaming and yapping.” Peter said emerging from the shadows, his face hot from anger or arousal you didn’t know and you don’t really care.
You rolled your eyes at him you didn’t know if he was a perv or a prude “You’re such a creep lurking in the shadows.” you scoffed leaning against a wall knowing this could take a while “Besides. They weren’t my screams.” you smirked crossing your arms over your chest.
Peter stepped closer, his nose scrunching as he did “You smell like. Well like.” he said flustered, knowing what your words were going to be as soon as his own words finished leaving his mouth.
You gave him a big smile “Pussy? Yup taste like it too.” you gave a little shrugged leaning against the wall looking up a head “Not that you would know anything about it.” you laughed .
Peter walked to stand in front of you “I was married once.” he blurted out wanting to be on your level even just for a little bit.
You scrunched your eyebrows letting out a quick huff “What to a little boy.” you said
His face fell “There’s no convincing you that I’m not a giant pervert huh.” he said, feeling defeated wondering where his quick quips and witty remarks when he needed them.
You pushed yourself off the wall stepping closer to Peter “Tell me do I look stupid to you?” you said getting in his face, anger rising inside of you.
A smile creeped across Peters face “You look gorgeous to me.” he said sincerely.
Your nose and mouth twisted in disgust “Yuck. Grow up” You said, peter pissing you off each passing second. “I heard your little bullshit back there.” you said shoving your finger in his face.
Peter reached to push your hair out of your face “What bullshit?” he said, you swatted his hand away not wanting him to touch you even the slightlest bit.
You stood taller “The soulmate bullshit.” you said placing your extended fingers on his chest shoving him backwards after each word.
He shook his head “It’s not bullshit.” he said hurt.
You scoffed at his reaction “You really think I’m going to fall at your feet? What do you want Peter? You want me to swoon?” you teased turning him around “Oh catch me Peter I feel faint. By the great heavens im slipping catch me in your strong arms.” you said fanning yourself, stepping closer making Peter to stumble slightly backwards.
You pushed him against the wall, your forearm pressing his shoulders against the jagged stone wall “Listen to me. And listen to me well.” you said between gritted teeth, grabbing at your knife the polished metal glittering under the moon light “You don’t know me. You don’t want to get to know me. Whatever or hoever you think I am you’re wrong.” you said shoving the knife into his face hoping it would scare him enough to save you a fight.
His eyes never looked at the knife, never leaving your eyes “I know who you are.” he whispeed to you.
You scoffed slightly shaking your head, squinting your eyes accusingly at him “You really don’t. You think you do but you don’t.” you whispered to him, not knowing if he was just stupid or just dense.
“Then tell me who you are.” he said, moving closer to you, the blade of your knife digging into the soft flesh on his cheek.
You didn’t give in, you push it harder his cheek trickling small drips of blood “A dangerous person. An evil person.” you said
Peter looked into your eyes, searching for some hint of a lie, a bluff but he didn’t find any “I’m dangerous. People fear me.” He said, hoping you found the same sincerity in his eyes like he found in yours.
Digging your fingers into his shoulders “Whatever you want to believe pretty boy.” You scoffed pusing him harder against the wall, leaves rustled around you.
You turned around, slashing your knife down, “What the fuck!” someone yelled stepping closer to the light, grasping at their face.
“I told you. Don’t fuck with me again or I’ll give you a matching scar.” You said pointing your knife up at Felix whos hatred for you was all but spilling out of him.
He clenched his jaw “You smell like cunt.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes and stepping next to Peter.
You shrugged “So I’ve heard” You smiled at Felix pissing him off even more, if that was even possible. You turned to Peter “Leave me alone Pan or I’ll make sure you regret it.” you threatened pointing the blade opf your knife towards Peter.
Peter let his head tilt to the side “Come on princess just give me a chance. I’ll make it worth your while.” he smiled walking quickly behind you trying to catch up.
You came to a halt, your boots tracking up dust with them. “Sorry Pan but you can’t rent me out like a wench, I sleep whoever I chose to and you are far from what I would choose to do.” you griminched looking at him
“That’s not what I meant! I’ll do the whole courtship! I’ll take you wherever you want!” Peter said urgently trying to search for the correct words, not sure what the correct words were with you exactly.
“Piece of advice Peter. Don’t fall in love or lust or whatever you’re doing.” You said making little circles at peter “It’s well…” you took a deep breath “Pathetic” you said flatly yurning around walking away from Peter and Felix.
“Felix would I be mad for taking her face?” Peter said dreamily as he pointed at the general direction where you had your little friend.
Felix rolled his eyes, damming his luck for having this girl out of all the thousands of girls Peter could’ve possibly been with “Do you honestly want me to answer?” He huffed running his finger across his cut.
Peter’s eyes never left you, watching you attentively as you walked off “I need to be with her.” Peter said tightening his jaw, pissed that this was all getting too complicated too early on.
Prince Charming pt.2
From: Smutandfluffohmy
Character Parings: Peter Pan X Reader X Mystery Girl
Request: hey sorry if this is last minute but i've recently been binge reading all of your peter pan x y/n stories and they're so good but I was wondering if you could write a second part to your prince charming one and if you already did whats it called because I cant seem to find it :) if you can't thats ok I was just wondering xoxo❤️🖤
Warnings: Smut! Bisexual reading just for context
A/N: Long time no write. Yes I did come back answering requests with heavy smut. Yes I am trying to get better at writing smut. Yes I still don’t know who the mystery girl might be or what their deal is just ignore please.
Word count: 2.9k
Read the first part here
Huffing you dropped the empty bottle, this day has been more complicated than you bargained for when you woke up this morning. Stalking up behind them you gently tapped their shoulder “You really meant what you said?” you said turning to face them.
They only nodded, shocked. Shocked that they were actually doing this, shocked that you had shown up when they were ready to mark you off as a no-show.
“Lead the way.” You said smiling, waiting for them to walk up ahead, your blade tucked safely ready to be used at any signs of betrayal. They strode up ahead, constantly looking behind, making sure that you were still following.
Getting to the small house they unlocked the door stepping inside, their eyes filled with nervous energy. You looked around the room, stove, table, scratch that tables, chairs, mirror, bed, things you couldnt make out. No place for anyone to hide, good atleast it wasnt a trap. Looking around you still inspected, you can’t have a good time if you were too worried about someone was going to stab you with your pants down, literally.
A soft cough came from behind you “Ive. I have n- I haven’t” she said, looking around the room trying to keep her gaze somewhere else that weren’t your eyes. You smiled placing your bag on the table next to a small stove.
“Never been with a girl? Don’t worry most women haven’t, I’ll teach you” You said strutting over to her, taking your coat off in the process. Her eyes widened, mouth in a soft line sitting on the edge of her bed.
She shook her head looking up at you “Anyone.” she whispered, you almost didn’t catch it but you did catch the deep blush that spread from her cheeks all the way to her neck “I’ve never been with anyone.” she said a bit louder.
“Well this is a real pleasure for me then.” You said with a big smirk, kneeling in front of her you start tugging at the ties that tied her skirt tightly to her waist. “Tell me.” you whispered, trailing your hands down tugging off her boots, afterall if this was her first time you needed her to be undeniably smittened by you. “How does a pretty girl like yourself get off if nobody has ever had the pleasure before.” You said looking up at her, your hands resting on her knees.
She shook her head, “I don’t know what you mean.” she said, looking like she was either about to cry or run away from sheer embarrassment. Your hands gripped her legs a bit tighter, she looked cute flustered.
“You must get lonely at night. Show me what you do.” You pushed, a mix of turning her on and pure curiosity about what she was going to show you and how exactly it was going to help you getting her off.
A beat, silence. Her eyes quickly flickered towards the small slim table in the center of the room pushed against a wall, a small mirror hanging over it.
You stood up, hands leaving her knees grabbing her hands instead “Show me.” You said trying to pull her to her feet, her hands gripped yours tightly.
She shook her head, after shaking her head so many times her hair starting falling all over her face, cascading softly around her face. “It’s really stupid I- I just…” she murmured, her eyes bouncing from you to the table and back.
Now it was your turn to shake your head. “I’ll decide if it’s stupid. show me” you said with a smile pulling her to her feet, untucking her shirt from her skirt. Pulling her into a kiss you stepped back slowly leading her towards the table. Your tongue swiped across her lip, grabbing her soft waist by one hand and the back of her neck with the other.
You sat her down gently on the edge of the table, shaking her head she wordlessly turned around movingslightly to the rounded corner of the table.
Her skirts pooled over her thighs. Her hips rocked back and forth, her clit hitting the corner of the table sending jolts of electricity through her body. Placing your hands at the collar of her shirt, feeling the frills, tugging it slightly urging it to come off her body. Moving her arms, nothing keeping her shirt up now her breats falling out resting softly on the top of her stomach.
“Well, aren’t you pretty.” You whispered in her ear, tracing the curves of her face and grabbing her chin “Look” you said, making her look at her own reflection.
“Let me feel you.” You said ricking her hips against the corner of the table, she hurriedly nodded. “Say it. Say I can feel you.” you pushed, moving her hair to the side lightly racking your teeth on her neck. You kept pushing her heads back and forth.
“You can. Please I. You. Fuck please touch me.” She breathed out.
Your hand reached over her thigh and between her legs. She was soaking wet and getting to look at herself in the mirror was the only thing keeping you from getting her on her back. Slipping two fingers inside of her pumping softly, a moan left her lips.
Taking your fingers out of her you sucked them clean “Do you know how good you taste?” you said, she whimpered at the sight of her cum glistening on your lips. You took your fingers, grazing them over her wet clit. “Open up.” you said and she quickly obliged.
Her lips closed around your fingers, sucking herself from your fingers. In the mirror you could see her cum glazed lips, her eyes hazy, it was driving you crazy. Your hands grabbed at her breats massaging them while you sucked on her neck. Her breath hitched, bucking her hips against the table, her hands grabbing yours squeezing her breats and helping your hands travel down between her legs. This was your breakingpoint.
Her face pressed against the mirror, her breath fogging up the hazy surface. With your feet you spread her feet apart wanting to help her out. Playing with her clit, your other hand massaging her thigh, wondering what it would feel like to be squeezed by them.
Her breats pressed against the wall, her hands laid flatly on either side of the mirror grabbing hopelessly at the wall.
A string of curses fell from her mouth as you picked up the pace, one hand pumping in and out while the other circled her clit. Big movements, small movements, faster, slower, any combination that made her knees buckle under her sliding down the wall. She started to whimper, looking down at her her breats pushed tightly against the wall making them pool on the top. You started to slow down “Show me what you do.” You whispered in her ear, leaving trails of sloppy kisses from the bottom of her ear and down her neck.
Her hips buckled feeling for your touch and when she was found with none she reached down to find your hand. One hand still pumping in and out of her while the other left faint touches over her clit. She grabbed your hand and rubbed her clit with it faster.
And faster.
faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
Your hand was drenched with cum dripping from your fingers. “Oh fuck please don’t stop please.” She said breathlessly.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You said keping up her rhythm, her muscles twitched around your fingers. You could feel her start coming around your fingers, her moans were unintallable and so loud it was all you heard. She came, her warm twitching body against your own, sweat sticking her hair to her skin. Your pace on her clit didn’t let up, you were relentless.
“I don’t think I can go again” She whispered, tears stinging her eyes. You took your fingers out of her, walking her to the bed. As soon as she sat down she let her weight bring her down to the bed collapsing from exhaustion. You turned around grabbing her a glass of water, filling it from the pitcher from the other table. The other table that didn’t have the best time of their life, at least not today.
Turning around you placed the cup of water in her hand “You taste amazing. Maybe next time I can get a good taste.” You said putting your face inches away from hers, so close you could smell her and she could smell herself from your lips.
After all of that her face change to beat red. “What about you? I didn’t touch you.” She said already reaching towards you. Your clit ached and you tried to ignore the wet cum trailing down your leg.
You grabbed her hand and placed it on her breats “If you touched me, you might drive me wild and you’ll never get rid of me.” you sighed looking down at her, your eyes looking over her body.
You went towards your clothes reaching into your bag. Clinking of coins against each other filled the silence in the room, your fingers graced against objects, coins and knives finally finding what you were looking for. Taking out a small seashell that had been made into a necklace, that matched your own.
Walking towards her you sat on the edge of the bed. “If you ever need me. Just blow here and I’ll come running.” You said placing it gently in her hand.
She turned it over between her fingers, bringing it closer to the flame “What is it?” she said looking up at you.
“A seashell”
She laughed “I can see that. But what does it do?” she asked, bringing it closer to her face trying to figure out how to use it, afraid she might be missing something completely obvious.
You lightly took it from her hands “It sends me a message, I don’t really know how it works some mermaid friends of mine gave it to me.” you shrugged, flashes of memories going through your mind remembering exactly how you got those seashells.
She looked up at you with bright eyes “You’re friends with mermaids?” she whispered like there was someone else that could hear this amazing secret only you and her shared.
You laughed to yourself “Yea. Friends” you said shrugging your shoulders. “Whenver you need me again. Just blow.” you whispered rubbing your thumb over her lips gently.
She propped herself up from the bed with her hand “You’re leaving? What if I need you now?” she pleaded, unconsciously pushing her breasts out enticing you in.
You smiled, trying your best to look at her eyes and only. At her eyes. “I don’t want to wear you out in one night.” “Do yourself a favor and don’t see anyone else, at least not for now.” You said pulling your pants on, your shirt going over your head.
“Or what you’ll kill me?” she scoffed dropping back into her bed , feeling the seashell in her hands watching you tug on your boots and gathering your things in a clean swoop.
You leaned over, brushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear “No never. But I don’t promise the same for your friend.” you winked, walking out of the house leaving your new friend at a lost for words.
Putting on your coat and your hat you nodded at a few guys walking past you with the same untucked shirts just like you, both of you giving eachother a look, a laugh and a wave knowing exactly what had just happened.
“The entire bloody kingdom could hear you screaming and yapping.” Peter said emerging from the shadows, his face hot from anger or arousal you didn’t know and you don’t really care.
You rolled your eyes at him you didn’t know if he was a perv or a prude “You’re such a creep lurking in the shadows.” you scoffed leaning against a wall knowing this could take a while “Besides. They weren’t my screams.” you smirked crossing your arms over your chest.
Peter stepped closer, his nose scrunching as he did “You smell like. Well like.” he said flustered, knowing what your words were going to be as soon as his own words finished leaving his mouth.
You gave him a big smile “Pussy? Yup taste like it too.” you gave a little shrugged leaning against the wall looking up a head “Not that you would know anything about it.” you laughed .
Peter walked to stand in front of you “I was married once.” he blurted out wanting to be on your level even just for a little bit.
You scrunched your eyebrows letting out a quick huff “What to a little boy.” you said
His face fell “There’s no convincing you that I’m not a giant pervert huh.” he said, feeling defeated wondering where his quick quips and witty remarks when he needed them.
You pushed yourself off the wall stepping closer to Peter “Tell me do I look stupid to you?” you said getting in his face, anger rising inside of you.
A smile creeped across Peters face “You look gorgeous to me.” he said sincerely.
Your nose and mouth twisted in disgust “Yuck. Grow up” You said, peter pissing you off each passing second. “I heard your little bullshit back there.” you said shoving your finger in his face.
Peter reached to push your hair out of your face “What bullshit?” he said, you swatted his hand away not wanting him to touch you even the slightlest bit.
You stood taller “The soulmate bullshit.” you said placing your extended fingers on his chest shoving him backwards after each word.
He shook his head “It’s not bullshit.” he said hurt.
You scoffed at his reaction “You really think I’m going to fall at your feet? What do you want Peter? You want me to swoon?” you teased turning him around “Oh catch me Peter I feel faint. By the great heavens im slipping catch me in your strong arms.” you said fanning yourself, stepping closer making Peter to stumble slightly backwards.
You pushed him against the wall, your forearm pressing his shoulders against the jagged stone wall “Listen to me. And listen to me well.” you said between gritted teeth, grabbing at your knife the polished metal glittering under the moon light “You don’t know me. You don’t want to get to know me. Whatever or hoever you think I am you’re wrong.” you said shoving the knife into his face hoping it would scare him enough to save you a fight.
His eyes never looked at the knife, never leaving your eyes “I know who you are.” he whispeed to you.
You scoffed slightly shaking your head, squinting your eyes accusingly at him “You really don’t. You think you do but you don’t.” you whispered to him, not knowing if he was just stupid or just dense.
“Then tell me who you are.” he said, moving closer to you, the blade of your knife digging into the soft flesh on his cheek.
You didn’t give in, you push it harder his cheek trickling small drips of blood “A dangerous person. An evil person.” you said
Peter looked into your eyes, searching for some hint of a lie, a bluff but he didn’t find any “I’m dangerous. People fear me.” He said, hoping you found the same sincerity in his eyes like he found in yours.
Digging your fingers into his shoulders “Whatever you want to believe pretty boy.” You scoffed pusing him harder against the wall, leaves rustled around you.
You turned around, slashing your knife down, “What the fuck!” someone yelled stepping closer to the light, grasping at their face.
“I told you. Don’t fuck with me again or I’ll give you a matching scar.” You said pointing your knife up at Felix whos hatred for you was all but spilling out of him.
He clenched his jaw “You smell like cunt.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes and stepping next to Peter.
You shrugged “So I’ve heard” You smiled at Felix pissing him off even more, if that was even possible. You turned to Peter “Leave me alone Pan or I’ll make sure you regret it.” you threatened pointing the blade opf your knife towards Peter.
Peter let his head tilt to the side “Come on princess just give me a chance. I’ll make it worth your while.” he smiled walking quickly behind you trying to catch up.
You came to a halt, your boots tracking up dust with them. “Sorry Pan but you can’t rent me out like a wench, I sleep whoever I chose to and you are far from what I would choose to do.” you griminched looking at him
“That’s not what I meant! I’ll do the whole courtship! I’ll take you wherever you want!” Peter said urgently trying to search for the correct words, not sure what the correct words were with you exactly.
“Piece of advice Peter. Don’t fall in love or lust or whatever you’re doing.” You said making little circles at peter “It’s well…” you took a deep breath “Pathetic” you said flatly yurning around walking away from Peter and Felix.
“Felix would I be mad for taking her face?” Peter said dreamily as he pointed at the general direction where you had your little friend.
Felix rolled his eyes, damming his luck for having this girl out of all the thousands of girls Peter could’ve possibly been with “Do you honestly want me to answer?” He huffed running his finger across his cut.
Peter’s eyes never left you, watching you attentively as you walked off “I need to be with her.” Peter said tightening his jaw, pissed that this was all getting too complicated too early on.
I was wondering if you could write a Penelope x reader smut. You don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable tho i completely understand.
Hell yes I can!!! Any specific requests??
hey sorry if this is last minute but i've recently been binge reading all of your peter pan x y/n stories and they're so good but I was wondering if you could write a second part to your prince charming one and if you already did whats it called because I cant seem to find it :) if you can't thats ok I was just wondering xoxo❤️🖤
Hi! That's actually one of my favorites!!! Do you have any specific requests?
Thinking about changing my username. Any ideasss?
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Good Girl {Joel Miller Smut}
From: Smutandfluffohmy Warnings: Spoilers for Last of Us TV show Ep 3!!!! Oh and also SMUT!!! Reader beware of bad smut Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader A/N: Do people still read smut/fanfic? I’ve been gone a while. <333
FINAL WARNING FOR SPOILERS OF LAST OF US TV SHOW
Hey hey! For some reason my notifications were off so for a while now I assumed everyone forgot about my blog/didn’t like my writings but I came back to so much love 😭 tomorrow’s my last final so coming back swinging babyyy
Dear Mr.Keating Chapter II
Read Chapter I here Description: This is a story about a closer look into the lives of the Dead Poets Society. Exploring first love, friendship and grief. This story explores elements of the book and film.
Todd Anderson had almost convinced himself that the events of yesterday were all a bad dream. He almost convinced himself of just that if he hadn’t woken up face to face with Neil Perry laying on the other bed across from him. Todd admired Neil, he wanted to be like him, speak without feeling his palms getting sweaty, to speak and have people listen to what he had to say. Todd stared at Neil, he tried to find his secret in the curves of his face. The light shone against Neil’s face, it made him feel calm and forget about what the day that waited for him. He wanted to get up to check the time but he was afraid any sound might wake him. Neils eyes started fluttering open, Todd felt a bit of panic then closed his eyes feeling that he might catch him staring.
“What time is it?” Neil asked with a yawn reaching over to the clock they sat against the windowsill. Technically a clock that belonged to Todd, more specifically a clock that belonged to Todd’s desk set. Todd pretended to wake up from a deep sleep rolling over to look over at Neil.
“Shit. We’re late for breakfast.” Neil said jumping out of bed faster than Todd had ever seen anyone do. The fact that someone had that much energy in the morning outstanded Todd. “How do you feel about today?” Neil asked as he was buttoning up his dress shirt just like he’d done many days before.
“I think I might faint.” Todd said tugging in his shirt
“You’ll be fine.” Neil smiled to himself as he looked for his tie, which he found neatly placed on top of his dresser. “I’ll stay close to catch you if you do.” Todd watched Neil closely while he tied his tie, looking at his hands carefully he tried to mimic the movement. But yet he still failed, one end of the tie far too long than the other.
“Here let me help you.” Neil said shooing his hands away and standing in front of him to do it. Todd felt so embarrassed, it was his first day and he was already dependent on Neil to survive Welton. “There you go,” Neil smiled at Todd reaching over for his bag “Come on we’re late!” Neil said, pushing him out of the door.
Neil talked about the classes they had for today, how to act in classes and if they ran fast enough they could still grab a bit of breakfast. Todd was a ship in a reckless sea and Neil was the anchor keeping him at bay.
They walked quickly down the turning halls, Todd thought all the halls looked the same but he followed Neil without a doubt. Their dress shoes clacked against the stone floor, till they reached an arched doorway.
Chemistry. Latin.English. Gym.
That was their schedule for today. The schedule didn’t sound any different from his old school but yet he was worried. Worried that all eyes would be on him for being the new kid.
Chemistry was uneventful. Latin was difficult, Todd had never taken Latin before in his life; instead he took french and was even then still had a hard time passing that. It wasn’t until they reached their English class that Todd felt at ease again after having to sit in a class where he did not know the language. At least in English class he was sure he would be able to understand.
Mr.Keating, their new English teacher, walked into the classroom after they were all sat down at their desk. He didn’t look like the other teachers, the other teachers wore ties and freshly pressed shirts underneath blazers. Mr.Keating stuck out, with no tie and no blazer.
“ ‘O Captain! My Captain!’” Mr. Keating said, his hands in his pockets, Neil wrote on the first line of his notebook ‘O’ Captain! My Captain!’ there was no knowing what they would get tested on later.
“Who knows where that’s from? Anybody? No?” Mr. Keating asked, looking around the classroom waiting for anyone to answer “It was written, my young scholars,” He said smiling at the boys “by a poet named Walt Whittman about Abraham Lincoln. In this class you may refer to me as either Mr.Keating or if you feel more daring ‘O Captain! My Captain” Keating pointed to the door and walked headed to the door and walked out. They all sat, unsure of what to do next, unsure of whether to follow or stay put. “Well come on!” Keating said popping his head inside. The boys all quickly followed, Todd making sure to stick close to Neil unsure if this was a usual occurrence at Welton. He knew the answer but needed an excuse to talk to Neil. Mr.Keating stopped in front of pictures of previous Welton graduates.
“They’re not that different than any of you,are they? Hope in their eyes, just like yours. They believe themselves destined for wonderful things, just like many of you.” Keatings said walking in front of the pictures. “If you listen very carefully you can hear their legacy. Come on boys listen.” Keating said, urging the boys to step closer.
“Carpe. Carpe Diem” Keatting said in a hoarse voice, Neil smiled at Todd by how odd this all was “Seize the day. Make your lives extraordinary.”
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Neil, Todd, Charlie, Meeks, Pitts and Cameron all walked together on their way to gym class “You think he’ll test us on that stuff?” Cameron asked furrowing his brows at how odd the class was.
“Come on Cameron,” Charlie laughed “don’t you get anything?”.
Cameron didn’t get anything, not anything that wasn’t spelled out for him in a neat 12 point font, not anything that couldn’t be referenced in a text. They made their way towards the outside to attend their gym class, Todd worried about the way he stood, the way he kicked, the way he stretched, the way he breathed. The class felt infinite but before he knew it he was standing in the showers, trying to wash away the embarrassment of missing the soccer ball when he tried scoring a goal.
“Are you coming?” Neil asked drying off his hair with a towel.
“Huh?” Todd asked, admiring how Neil looked. Todd wished he looked like that, he liked looking at Neil and decided it would be easier to stare at him if they had the same face.
“Study group?” Neil said.
“Thanks, but… I’d better do history.” Todd said, it was a lie he wanted to lie in bed and forget about how he didn’t know Latin and how he barely made the grades to get in here in the first place and he already felt himself drowning in homework.
“Okay, you can always change your mind.” Neil said smiling at him, hoping to see Todd there.
Todd only nodded, not knowing the way to reach the library even if he changed his mind. They got changed, talking about how Knox was due at the Danburrys but Todd was only looking down at the tie in his hand and shoving it in the pocket of his blazer. While they spoke of the Danburrys status and prestige, Neil tugged the tie over his head and wordlessly handed it to Todd and stuck out his palm face up for Todds hidden tie. Which Todd wordlessly complied to. He shared a room with Neil, he had classes with Neil, he spent almost every moment of his day with Neil but somehow this tie nudged him over the edge.
Knox sighed “They’re probably old and boring, like my parents.” he said, rolling his eyes at the thought of having to be stuck listening to them talk for hours.
Charlie draped an arm around Knox’s shoulder “Cheer up Knox, anything is better than the food they give us here.” He said laughing.
“What if they give me chowder and,” Knox sighed, preferring Weltons mystery meat over conversations about the old days in the law firm “and what do old people eat?” he asked
“Prunes.” Meeks said with a smile, imagining Knox having to force himself to eat buckets of chowder and prunes.
“What if they give me prunes!” Knox cried out.
Pitts sighed looking at his friends “They’re old not on the way to kick the bucket.” he said.
“Talking about old prunes,” Charlie said, “Cameron asked if he could join the study group.”
“It’s not our fault he’s your roommate.” Knox sighed, grateful at least he won’t have to hear Cameron talk about all the extra curriculars Nolan gave him. This comment made Todd who was following closely behind Neil perk up at the sound of. At least for once, for now he wasn’t the least desirable person in the group.
Charlie huffed “It’s not mine either,” he said “So is he in?”
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Knox went back to his room to change for dinner, Todd went back to his room, and the rest of the boys went on to the library to study.
Todd laid his papers and books on his bed, it would’ve all been easier if done at his desk but he couldn’t manage the thought of opening up his drawer for a pen or even just setting his things down on the desk set.
He didn;t get much done, getting frustrated with himself for not knowing Latin and for not remembering when the declaration was signed. Instead Todd looked at their room and then out to the courtyard. It was large but unbearably small at the same time.
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“How was dinner?” Pitts asked as soon as he saw Knox making his way towards them.
Neil looked up from his notes to see his friend standing there, his blazer resting on his shoulder and a look of despair on his face “Dear god Knox, what did they tie you up and feed you prunes?” Neil asked.
“Worse.” Knox sighed, slumping down on the open chair.
“Worse?” Charlie said, laughing at the thought of what the old Danburry’s did to Knox.
“Terrible! I met the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life! And she’s practically engaged to that meathead Chet Danburry.” Knox said.
“Too bad,” Pitts said.
“Too bad! It’s a tragedy!” Knox wailed “Why does she have to be in love with a jerk?” He sighed looking at his friends desperately for a reason as to why an idiot like Chet Danburry would have an angel like Chris.
Pitts placed a reassuring hand on Knox shoulder “All the good ones are,” He said “You know what forget her. Take out your trig book and figure out problem 12.” Pitts said pushing his trig book closer to Knox.
“I can’t forget her, Pitts, and I can’t think about trig” Knox said, pushing the trig book away from him. ‘They’ve never been in love that wouldn’t understand’ Knox thought to himself. Which was true, outside of a few mumbling words to girls over summer break they didn’t have any experience with girls.
Meeks walked around Pitts to look at a problem open in front of Knox “You need to use tangent here.” Meeks said pointing at the problem.
“Do you really think I should forget her?” Knox said, pain written on his face at the thought of forgetting Chris, his Chris, future hims Chris.
“You’ve only spoken once to the girl,” Cameron said, gathering up his things “you’ll forget her by morning.” he assured Knox.
“I’d never forget an angel like Chris.” Knox said sighing, painting her face to memory scared of when the next time he would see her might be. The rest of the boys couldn’t help but imagine a Marilyn Monroe or a Brigitte Bardot, and even a Raquel Welch. Neil wondered how pretty a girl must be to have to have him all twisted around. Neil gathered his books in his arms and made his way back to his room.
“We missed you at study group.”Neil said once he saw Todd looking out the window, a forgotten textbook sitting beside him on his bed. Todd didn’t answer and only nodded “Penny for your thoughts?” Neil said, sitting on his own bed, waiting to hear about Todds day. Despite them sharing the exact same day he couldn’t wait to hear how Todd felt about today, how he liked the classes, if he thought Keatings was a little odd.
“Not even worth that much.” Todd laughed flipping through his history textbook trying to find the answer for the next question.
“Bet they’re worth a lot more than you think.” Neil said smiling, Todd looked up to see his face. Todd was surprised when Neil’s face held no mockery and for the first time in his life Todd Anderson felt seen.
Dear Mr.Keating
This is a story about a closer look into the lives of the Dead Poets Society. Exploring first love, friendship and grief. This story explores elements of the book and film.
Inside the stone chapel of Welton Academy, a private school nestled in the remote hills of Vermont, more than three hundred boys, all wearing the academy blazer , sit on either side of the long aisle, surrounded by proud-faced parents, and wait. They heard the bagpipes fill the air, an elderly man wearing flowing robes led students down the long hallway of the chapel.
The four boys that carried the banners marched, followed by the elderly man, carrying a lighted candle. Headmaster Gale Nolan stood at the podium glaring down at the boys and parents sat before him. Every year it was the same routine but yet he couldn’t help but glance at the men carrying the candle and at the boys carrying the banners, ready with a quick punishment if a banner ever even hovered too close to the floor.The speech continued on without any bumps and for that he was thankful for.
“Boys what are the four pillars.” Nolan asked, looking at each of the boys stand up and recite the four pillars. All except for one boy, Todd Anderson, who’s mother forced him to his feet to say the four pillars. Instead Todd stood up looking around to everyone saying the pillars.
“Tradition” Knox said, straightening his back after one of his parents tugged at his sleeve..
“Honor” Pitts said, rolling back his shoulders, trying to remember how long this ceremony lasted.
“Discipline” Cameron said, raising his head trying his best to look his best in front of Nolan.
“Excellence” Neil said, going to sit back down but before he could he caught a glimpse of the new boy that was nervously looking around trying to keep up with everyone.
Unfortunately the ceremony lasted as long as it always did. Todd Anderson counted the tiles in front of his feet, 4 and a half squared exactly. Neil tried paying attention to Nolan becoming overly aware of the side glance his father gave him, yet he couldn’t help but look over at the new boy. The ceremony came to an end and Todd Anderson ,whose parents left as soon as they could, walked away asking where he should go next.
The halls of Welton were grand and cold and most importantly they were lonely, Todd could hear every step and every squeak his shoes made on the stone floor. Other boys walked past him and he decided to follow them, they all stood in a line on a stairwell waiting for something or someone. Soon everyone joined and finished lining the stairwell and each passing second leeft Todd more and more nervous as to what exactly they were waiting for.
“Anderson. Perry. Dalton. Overstreet. Cameron.” Dr.Hager called out. Todd felt his heart sink when his name was called out as he followed the rest of the boys inside the office.
“Who’s the new boy?” Pitts asked Meeks leaning over to whisper to him.
“Anderson.” Meeks whispered back.
“Misters Pitts and Meeks. Demerits” Dr.Hager warned, directing his stare at the two of them. Pitts rolled his eyes at the mention of demerits.
“That’s another demerit, Mr.Pitts.” Dr.Hager said.
Inside the office Todd was waiting to hear why they were called. “Welcome back boys.Mr.Anderson,” Nolan said, straightening out the papers in front of him. “Since you’re new here let me explain that at Welton I assign extracurricular activities on the basis of merit and desire. These activities are taken every bit as seriously as your class work, right boys?” Nolan said smiling at the boys in front of him.
“Yes, sir!” They all said in perfect unison that left Todd shocked and a bit startled at their uniformity.
“Failure to attend the required meeting will result in demerits. Now, Mr.Dalton: the school paper, the Service Club, soccer, rowing. Mr. Overstreett: Welton society candidates, the school paper, soccer, sons of Alumni Club. Mr.Perry: Welton society candidates, Chemistry club, Mathematics club, school annual, soccer. Mr. Cameron: Welton society candidates, debate club, rowing, service club, forensics, honor council.” Nolan said, emotions were high and the boys made a mental note of the extracurricular activities that they got allowed to do this year.
“Thank you, sir” Cameron said with an appropriate smile.
Nolan cleared his throat flipping the stapled paper over “Mr.Anderson, based on your record at Balincrest: Soccer, service club, school annual.” he said.
Todd stood silently, his heart beat against his chest scared that the other boys might just hear it. His mouth opened but no words came out of his mouth.
“Speak up, Mr.Anderson.” Nolan said with such conviction, the type of voice Todd wished he had. At that moment Neil, Charlie, Knox and Cameron felt sorry for him, they also felt confused in all their years in Welton the one thing that was instilled on them was how to speak with honor.
“I… would… prefer… rowing… Sir.” Todd said, every word made his mouth feel like sandpaper.
“Rowing? Did he say rowing? It says here you played soccer in Balincrest.”
“Yes. I did bu-”
“Well then you shall play soccer for Welton. You’re dismissed boys.” Nolan said waving them off waiting for the other set of boys to walk in.
The boys all walked to the other side of campus to their dorms. The wind blew softly against their face and for this Todd was thankful for, he felt like for the first time that day he was finally breathing.
“Hi I’m Neil Perry.” Neil called out to Todd who was walking in the general direction that they were all going. Neil stuck out his hand which Todd took with hesitation, he wasn’t used to being spoken to instead of spoken over. “Heard you were my new roommate.”. They walked silently towards their dorm, only ever interrupted when Neil called out a building’s name or a random Welton fact he remembered.
Once inside their room Todd couldn’t help but notice how small the rooms are, Neil who lived in Welton for years but rarely had a roommate noticed how tight the space was. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock in the door.
“Heard you got the new boy. Hear he’s a stiff. Oops!” Cameron said, laughing when Todd made his way inside the room. Todd felt awful and wanted to curl up and hide anywhere in the small room.
“Don’t mind Cameron.” Neil said “He’s a jerk.” He said placing a hand on Todd’s shoulder trying to reassure him that he was not a stiff and it was Cameron who was actually a big stiff.
Todd tried his best not to hear their conversation but it was almost impossible to do in a room so small, their voices filled every inch and every corner of it. Mr.Perry came in at one point but Todd was still trying to calm down from being called a stiff. Was he a stiff? Did Neil think he was a stiff?
As soon as everyone left the room and Mr.Perry said his goodbyes, Todd started to unpack his unlabeled boxes. Box after box, neutral toned pants and sweaters after another. The last box stood unopened at his feet, Neil stared out of the window unsure if he should say something or not. Todd fumbled with his desk clock, turning it over in his hands placing it in front of him then sliding it around his desk. He looked at a family picture, looking around his desk for a place to put it but there was no perfect spot for the picture. Todd opened his desk and placed the picture face down so he didn’t have to look at their faces every time he wanted a pencil.
Neil looked over a pin in his hand, unsure of what to say to this boy he knew nothing about but now had to share a room with, he cleared his throat “What do you think about my father?” He said. Todd gripped the clock tighter around his hands, suddenly becoming aware of his breathing.
“I-um well.” Todd mumbled, tripping over his words, looking back from Neil to the desk set in front of him.
“Todd if you’re going to make it around here you’re going to have to speak up.” Neil said “The meek might inherit the earth but they don’t make it into Harvard.” the moment the words left his mouth he felt horrible for saying them. He realized how much he sounded like his father and Todd’s diverting eyes reminded him too much of his own. Todd could feel his face heat up with embarrassment and shame for the way that he was, he tried to hide his face as he picked up a white shirt to fold for tomorrow class.
“The bastard!” Neil shouted suddenly, jabbing his thumb with the metal point of the pin and drawing blood. Todd winced, without thinking he reached over to press the shirt in his hands against where Neil had stabbed himself. The achievement pin dropped between the two of them, the white shirt stained red just on the cuff but Todd didn’t care.
“I’m okay, I got it.” Neil said pushing the shirt toward Todd and away from his bleeding thumb. Todd for the first time that day he felt that his palms weren’t sweating and his throat didn’t feel rough.
Todd smiled at him “Don’t worry I got you.” he said and Neil smiled back feeling at ease after the hectic day.
Dear Mr.Keating Chapter II
Read Chapter I here Description: This is a story about a closer look into the lives of the Dead Poets Society. Exploring first love, friendship and grief. This story explores elements of the book and film.
Todd Anderson had almost convinced himself that the events of yesterday were all a bad dream. He almost convinced himself of just that if he hadn’t woken up face to face with Neil Perry laying on the other bed across from him. Todd admired Neil, he wanted to be like him, speak without feeling his palms getting sweaty, to speak and have people listen to what he had to say. Todd stared at Neil, he tried to find his secret in the curves of his face. The light shone against Neil’s face, it made him feel calm and forget about what the day that waited for him. He wanted to get up to check the time but he was afraid any sound might wake him. Neils eyes started fluttering open, Todd felt a bit of panic then closed his eyes feeling that he might catch him staring.
“What time is it?” Neil asked with a yawn reaching over to the clock they sat against the windowsill. Technically a clock that belonged to Todd, more specifically a clock that belonged to Todd’s desk set. Todd pretended to wake up from a deep sleep rolling over to look over at Neil.
“Shit. We’re late for breakfast.” Neil said jumping out of bed faster than Todd had ever seen anyone do. The fact that someone had that much energy in the morning outstanded Todd. “How do you feel about today?” Neil asked as he was buttoning up his dress shirt just like he'd done many days before.
“I think I might faint.” Todd said tugging in his shirt
“You’ll be fine.” Neil smiled to himself as he looked for his tie, which he found neatly placed on top of his dresser. “I’ll stay close to catch you if you do.” Todd watched Neil closely while he tied his tie, looking at his hands carefully he tried to mimic the movement. But yet he still failed, one end of the tie far too long than the other.
“Here let me help you.” Neil said shooing his hands away and standing in front of him to do it. Todd felt so embarrassed, it was his first day and he was already dependent on Neil to survive Welton. “There you go,” Neil smiled at Todd reaching over for his bag “Come on we’re late!” Neil said, pushing him out of the door.
Neil talked about the classes they had for today, how to act in classes and if they ran fast enough they could still grab a bit of breakfast. Todd was a ship in a reckless sea and Neil was the anchor keeping him at bay.
They walked quickly down the turning halls, Todd thought all the halls looked the same but he followed Neil without a doubt. Their dress shoes clacked against the stone floor, till they reached an arched doorway.
Chemistry. Latin.English. Gym.
That was their schedule for today. The schedule didn’t sound any different from his old school but yet he was worried. Worried that all eyes would be on him for being the new kid.
Chemistry was uneventful. Latin was difficult, Todd had never taken Latin before in his life; instead he took french and was even then still had a hard time passing that. It wasn’t until they reached their English class that Todd felt at ease again after having to sit in a class where he did not know the language. At least in English class he was sure he would be able to understand.
Mr.Keating, their new English teacher, walked into the classroom after they were all sat down at their desk. He didn’t look like the other teachers, the other teachers wore ties and freshly pressed shirts underneath blazers. Mr.Keating stuck out, with no tie and no blazer.
“ ‘O Captain! My Captain!’” Mr. Keating said, his hands in his pockets, Neil wrote on the first line of his notebook ‘O’ Captain! My Captain!’ there was no knowing what they would get tested on later.
“Who knows where that’s from? Anybody? No?” Mr. Keating asked, looking around the classroom waiting for anyone to answer “It was written, my young scholars,” He said smiling at the boys “by a poet named Walt Whittman about Abraham Lincoln. In this class you may refer to me as either Mr.Keating or if you feel more daring ‘O Captain! My Captain” Keating pointed to the door and walked headed to the door and walked out. They all sat, unsure of what to do next, unsure of whether to follow or stay put. “Well come on!” Keating said popping his head inside. The boys all quickly followed, Todd making sure to stick close to Neil unsure if this was a usual occurrence at Welton. He knew the answer but needed an excuse to talk to Neil. Mr.Keating stopped in front of pictures of previous Welton graduates.
“They’re not that different than any of you,are they? Hope in their eyes, just like yours. They believe themselves destined for wonderful things, just like many of you.” Keatings said walking in front of the pictures. “If you listen very carefully you can hear their legacy. Come on boys listen.” Keating said, urging the boys to step closer.
“Carpe. Carpe Diem” Keatting said in a hoarse voice, Neil smiled at Todd by how odd this all was “Seize the day. Make your lives extraordinary.”
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Neil, Todd, Charlie, Meeks, Pitts and Cameron all walked together on their way to gym class “You think he’ll test us on that stuff?” Cameron asked furrowing his brows at how odd the class was.
“Come on Cameron,” Charlie laughed “don’t you get anything?”.
Cameron didn’t get anything, not anything that wasn’t spelled out for him in a neat 12 point font, not anything that couldn’t be referenced in a text. They made their way towards the outside to attend their gym class, Todd worried about the way he stood, the way he kicked, the way he stretched, the way he breathed. The class felt infinite but before he knew it he was standing in the showers, trying to wash away the embarrassment of missing the soccer ball when he tried scoring a goal.
“Are you coming?” Neil asked drying off his hair with a towel.
“Huh?” Todd asked, admiring how Neil looked. Todd wished he looked like that, he liked looking at Neil and decided it would be easier to stare at him if they had the same face.
“Study group?” Neil said.
“Thanks, but… I’d better do history.” Todd said, it was a lie he wanted to lie in bed and forget about how he didn’t know Latin and how he barely made the grades to get in here in the first place and he already felt himself drowning in homework.
“Okay, you can always change your mind.” Neil said smiling at him, hoping to see Todd there.
Todd only nodded, not knowing the way to reach the library even if he changed his mind. They got changed, talking about how Knox was due at the Danburrys but Todd was only looking down at the tie in his hand and shoving it in the pocket of his blazer. While they spoke of the Danburrys status and prestige, Neil tugged the tie over his head and wordlessly handed it to Todd and stuck out his palm face up for Todds hidden tie. Which Todd wordlessly complied to. He shared a room with Neil, he had classes with Neil, he spent almost every moment of his day with Neil but somehow this tie nudged him over the edge.
Knox sighed “They're probably old and boring, like my parents.” he said, rolling his eyes at the thought of having to be stuck listening to them talk for hours.
Charlie draped an arm around Knox’s shoulder “Cheer up Knox, anything is better than the food they give us here.” He said laughing.
“What if they give me chowder and,” Knox sighed, preferring Weltons mystery meat over conversations about the old days in the law firm “and what do old people eat?” he asked
“Prunes.” Meeks said with a smile, imagining Knox having to force himself to eat buckets of chowder and prunes.
“What if they give me prunes!” Knox cried out.
Pitts sighed looking at his friends “They’re old not on the way to kick the bucket.” he said.
“Talking about old prunes,” Charlie said, “Cameron asked if he could join the study group.”
“It’s not our fault he’s your roommate.” Knox sighed, grateful at least he won’t have to hear Cameron talk about all the extra curriculars Nolan gave him. This comment made Todd who was following closely behind Neil perk up at the sound of. At least for once, for now he wasn’t the least desirable person in the group.
Charlie huffed “It’s not mine either,” he said “So is he in?”
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Knox went back to his room to change for dinner, Todd went back to his room, and the rest of the boys went on to the library to study.
Todd laid his papers and books on his bed, it would’ve all been easier if done at his desk but he couldn’t manage the thought of opening up his drawer for a pen or even just setting his things down on the desk set.
He didn;t get much done, getting frustrated with himself for not knowing Latin and for not remembering when the declaration was signed. Instead Todd looked at their room and then out to the courtyard. It was large but unbearably small at the same time.
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“How was dinner?” Pitts asked as soon as he saw Knox making his way towards them.
Neil looked up from his notes to see his friend standing there, his blazer resting on his shoulder and a look of despair on his face “Dear god Knox, what did they tie you up and feed you prunes?” Neil asked.
“Worse.” Knox sighed, slumping down on the open chair.
“Worse?” Charlie said, laughing at the thought of what the old Danburry’s did to Knox.
“Terrible! I met the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life! And she’s practically engaged to that meathead Chet Danburry.” Knox said.
“Too bad,” Pitts said.
“Too bad! It’s a tragedy!” Knox wailed “Why does she have to be in love with a jerk?” He sighed looking at his friends desperately for a reason as to why an idiot like Chet Danburry would have an angel like Chris.
Pitts placed a reassuring hand on Knox shoulder “All the good ones are,” He said “You know what forget her. Take out your trig book and figure out problem 12.” Pitts said pushing his trig book closer to Knox.
“I can’t forget her, Pitts, and I can’t think about trig” Knox said, pushing the trig book away from him. ‘They’ve never been in love that wouldn’t understand’ Knox thought to himself. Which was true, outside of a few mumbling words to girls over summer break they didn’t have any experience with girls.
Meeks walked around Pitts to look at a problem open in front of Knox “You need to use tangent here.” Meeks said pointing at the problem.
“Do you really think I should forget her?” Knox said, pain written on his face at the thought of forgetting Chris, his Chris, future hims Chris.
“You’ve only spoken once to the girl,” Cameron said, gathering up his things “you’ll forget her by morning.” he assured Knox.
“I’d never forget an angel like Chris.” Knox said sighing, painting her face to memory scared of when the next time he would see her might be. The rest of the boys couldn’t help but imagine a Marilyn Monroe or a Brigitte Bardot, and even a Raquel Welch. Neil wondered how pretty a girl must be to have to have him all twisted around. Neil gathered his books in his arms and made his way back to his room.
“We missed you at study group.”Neil said once he saw Todd looking out the window, a forgotten textbook sitting beside him on his bed. Todd didn’t answer and only nodded “Penny for your thoughts?” Neil said, sitting on his own bed, waiting to hear about Todds day. Despite them sharing the exact same day he couldn’t wait to hear how Todd felt about today, how he liked the classes, if he thought Keatings was a little odd.
“Not even worth that much.” Todd laughed flipping through his history textbook trying to find the answer for the next question.
“Bet they’re worth a lot more than you think.” Neil said smiling, Todd looked up to see his face. Todd was surprised when Neil’s face held no mockery and for the first time in his life Todd Anderson felt seen.
Dear Mr.Keating
This is a story about a closer look into the lives of the Dead Poets Society. Exploring first love, friendship and grief. This story explores elements of the book and film.
Chapter II
Inside the stone chapel of Welton Academy, a private school nestled in the remote hills of Vermont, more than three hundred boys, all wearing the academy blazer , sit on either side of the long aisle, surrounded by proud-faced parents, and wait. They heard the bagpipes fill the air, an elderly man wearing flowing robes led students down the long hallway of the chapel.
The four boys that carried the banners marched, followed by the elderly man, carrying a lighted candle. Headmaster Gale Nolan stood at the podium glaring down at the boys and parents sat before him. Every year it was the same routine but yet he couldn’t help but glance at the men carrying the candle and at the boys carrying the banners, ready with a quick punishment if a banner ever even hovered too close to the floor.The speech continued on without any bumps and for that he was thankful for.
“Boys what are the four pillars.” Nolan asked, looking at each of the boys stand up and recite the four pillars. All except for one boy, Todd Anderson, who’s mother forced him to his feet to say the four pillars. Instead Todd stood up looking around to everyone saying the pillars.
“Tradition” Knox said, straightening his back after one of his parents tugged at his sleeve..
“Honor” Pitts said, rolling back his shoulders, trying to remember how long this ceremony lasted.
“Discipline” Cameron said, raising his head trying his best to look his best in front of Nolan.
“Excellence” Neil said, going to sit back down but before he could he caught a glimpse of the new boy that was nervously looking around trying to keep up with everyone.
Unfortunately the ceremony lasted as long as it always did. Todd Anderson counted the tiles in front of his feet, 4 and a half squared exactly. Neil tried paying attention to Nolan becoming overly aware of the side glance his father gave him, yet he couldn’t help but look over at the new boy. The ceremony came to an end and Todd Anderson ,whose parents left as soon as they could, walked away asking where he should go next.
The halls of Welton were grand and cold and most importantly they were lonely, Todd could hear every step and every squeak his shoes made on the stone floor. Other boys walked past him and he decided to follow them, they all stood in a line on a stairwell waiting for something or someone. Soon everyone joined and finished lining the stairwell and each passing second leeft Todd more and more nervous as to what exactly they were waiting for.
“Anderson. Perry. Dalton. Overstreet. Cameron.” Dr.Hager called out. Todd felt his heart sink when his name was called out as he followed the rest of the boys inside the office.
“Who’s the new boy?” Pitts asked Meeks leaning over to whisper to him.
“Anderson.” Meeks whispered back.
“Misters Pitts and Meeks. Demerits” Dr.Hager warned, directing his stare at the two of them. Pitts rolled his eyes at the mention of demerits.
“That’s another demerit, Mr.Pitts.” Dr.Hager said.
Inside the office Todd was waiting to hear why they were called. “Welcome back boys.Mr.Anderson,” Nolan said, straightening out the papers in front of him. “Since you’re new here let me explain that at Welton I assign extracurricular activities on the basis of merit and desire. These activities are taken every bit as seriously as your class work, right boys?” Nolan said smiling at the boys in front of him.
“Yes, sir!” They all said in perfect unison that left Todd shocked and a bit startled at their uniformity.
“Failure to attend the required meeting will result in demerits. Now, Mr.Dalton: the school paper, the Service Club, soccer, rowing. Mr. Overstreett: Welton society candidates, the school paper, soccer, sons of Alumni Club. Mr.Perry: Welton society candidates, Chemistry club, Mathematics club, school annual, soccer. Mr. Cameron: Welton society candidates, debate club, rowing, service club, forensics, honor council.” Nolan said, emotions were high and the boys made a mental note of the extracurricular activities that they got allowed to do this year.
“Thank you, sir” Cameron said with an appropriate smile.
Nolan cleared his throat flipping the stapled paper over “Mr.Anderson, based on your record at Balincrest: Soccer, service club, school annual.” he said.
Todd stood silently, his heart beat against his chest scared that the other boys might just hear it. His mouth opened but no words came out of his mouth.
“Speak up, Mr.Anderson.” Nolan said with such conviction, the type of voice Todd wished he had. At that moment Neil, Charlie, Knox and Cameron felt sorry for him, they also felt confused in all their years in Welton the one thing that was instilled on them was how to speak with honor.
“I… would… prefer… rowing… Sir.” Todd said, every word made his mouth feel like sandpaper.
“Rowing? Did he say rowing? It says here you played soccer in Balincrest.”
“Yes. I did bu-”
“Well then you shall play soccer for Welton. You’re dismissed boys.” Nolan said waving them off waiting for the other set of boys to walk in.
The boys all walked to the other side of campus to their dorms. The wind blew softly against their face and for this Todd was thankful for, he felt like for the first time that day he was finally breathing.
“Hi I’m Neil Perry.” Neil called out to Todd who was walking in the general direction that they were all going. Neil stuck out his hand which Todd took with hesitation, he wasn’t used to being spoken to instead of spoken over. “Heard you were my new roommate.”. They walked silently towards their dorm, only ever interrupted when Neil called out a building's name or a random Welton fact he remembered.
Once inside their room Todd couldn’t help but notice how small the rooms are, Neil who lived in Welton for years but rarely had a roommate noticed how tight the space was. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock in the door.
“Heard you got the new boy. Hear he’s a stiff. Oops!” Cameron said, laughing when Todd made his way inside the room. Todd felt awful and wanted to curl up and hide anywhere in the small room.
“Don’t mind Cameron.” Neil said “He’s a jerk.” He said placing a hand on Todd’s shoulder trying to reassure him that he was not a stiff and it was Cameron who was actually a big stiff.
Todd tried his best not to hear their conversation but it was almost impossible to do in a room so small, their voices filled every inch and every corner of it. Mr.Perry came in at one point but Todd was still trying to calm down from being called a stiff. Was he a stiff? Did Neil think he was a stiff?
As soon as everyone left the room and Mr.Perry said his goodbyes, Todd started to unpack his unlabeled boxes. Box after box, neutral toned pants and sweaters after another. The last box stood unopened at his feet, Neil stared out of the window unsure if he should say something or not. Todd fumbled with his desk clock, turning it over in his hands placing it in front of him then sliding it around his desk. He looked at a family picture, looking around his desk for a place to put it but there was no perfect spot for the picture. Todd opened his desk and placed the picture face down so he didn’t have to look at their faces every time he wanted a pencil.
Neil looked over a pin in his hand, unsure of what to say to this boy he knew nothing about but now had to share a room with, he cleared his throat “What do you think about my father?” He said. Todd gripped the clock tighter around his hands, suddenly becoming aware of his breathing.
“I-um well.” Todd mumbled, tripping over his words, looking back from Neil to the desk set in front of him.
“Todd if you’re going to make it around here you’re going to have to speak up.” Neil said “The meek might inherit the earth but they don’t make it into Harvard.” the moment the words left his mouth he felt horrible for saying them. He realized how much he sounded like his father and Todd's diverting eyes reminded him too much of his own. Todd could feel his face heat up with embarrassment and shame for the way that he was, he tried to hide his face as he picked up a white shirt to fold for tomorrow class.
“The bastard!” Neil shouted suddenly, jabbing his thumb with the metal point of the pin and drawing blood. Todd winced, without thinking he reached over to press the shirt in his hands against where Neil had stabbed himself. The achievement pin dropped between the two of them, the white shirt stained red just on the cuff but Todd didn’t care.
“I’m okay, I got it.” Neil said pushing the shirt toward Todd and away from his bleeding thumb. Todd for the first time that day he felt that his palms weren’t sweating and his throat didn’t feel rough.
Todd smiled at him “Don’t worry I got you.” he said and Neil smiled back feeling at ease after the hectic day.
His Sweater #5
From: Smutandfluffohmy Pairing: George Weasley X Slytherin!Reader A/N: Sorry this is short and WAY behind schedule. I recently moved and I think the house is haunted so that’s fun + I had this written out with all the dialogue and my brain kept shutting down and the other parts.
Wait! Read it from the start! (Part 1) Everything is better in pairs (Part 2) The (golden) trilogy (Part 3) How far will we go? (Part 4)
The bell over the door announced my arrival. George and Fred looked over from the display in front of them, George’s face lit up a he signaled me over. “Great you’re here! Can you please tell Fred that a bed design for the love potions is a bad idea.” George said pointing at the drawn out plans they had in front of them, the unmistakable smell of amortentia filled my nose. All I could smell was George and to my annoyance Fred as well, this is solely do to his obnoxiously close proximity to me and not because I liked him as anything more than a friend.
I turned from the design to my boyfriend then to Fred who for a brief moment had hope I would side with him. He thought the idea was funny and clever. “It’s a terrible idea Fred.” I said looking up at him, his brief moment of hope now long gone.
Grunting Fred turned away from the two of you “Yea I reckon if I was shagging her she’d agree with me too” he mumbled under his breathe a bit cross that now instead of a bed it would be something of a water fountain to display the love potion.
“Maybe get better taste and I’ll agree with you.” I said calling out to him as he continued to move things around the shop, flipping me off in the process.
George laughed taking my hand in his and tugging me along behind him “Come let me show you around” Dragging me up stairs I had to be careful not to trip over the various things that were laid on the floor, after all I didn’t know what would explode or burn half my hair off. “This is where we are going to put the explosives.” George said pointing at a stack of boxes labeled with unreadable handwriting I we’re sure to belonged to Fred.
“How much for the canary creams Mr. Weasley?”
Leaning against the railing George smiled at me “I reckon a night together will cover all your costs.” he said winking.
A loud throw up sound came from behind me making me jump slightly “OI people can hear you!” Fred said carrying a box in his hands “Bloody disgusting kids these days” He said shaking his head walking in between the two of you, I wondered who Fred fancied and if I could set them up. Or perhaps get him a new hobby, something to keep him busy long enough to get some alone time with George. “Come on we should get going” Fred shouted at George beckoning him to hurry up.
I looked from Fred to George “To where?” I asked.
George huffed remembering the plans for today “We got to finish up some things for the shop.” he said rolling his eyes at the thought of it “Want to come with?” he said with a smile although he was sure he already knew my answer.
They put down the money for the shop but they still had to sign things like the name copyright etc. etc. no matter how many times George explained it to me I couldn’t help but be bored at the mention of wizard legalities “To sit in a stuffy room and discuss business transactions? Oh how could I turn that down?” I said back to him with the same smile.
“Fair enough” George laughed kissing my forehead.
Fred threw a heavy instruction manual at me, the sound it made as it made its way through the air let me know that it was going to hurt. George grabbed the manual before it hit me straight in the face, I’ve seen him play quidditch matches plenty of times but something about him saving me from a split lip made my heart jump. “Here you can read the instructions while we’re gone!” Fred shouted not even turning to see where the manual landed.
George offered me the manual that I accepted with a smile thanking him silently. Reading the cover I started flipping through the complexly simple instructions “We live in the Wizarding world and you bought from Ikea!” I said looking from George to the back of Fred’s head.
“You’re brilliant you’ll figure it out!” Fred shouted as he dragged George along looking at the time wondering if they would be late.I waved bye at George as Fred dragged him past the store windows that were still bare.
“Oh!”I heard from the busy streets, George knocked on the window to get my attention “Is dropping by!” He shouted.
I scrunched my eyebrows, pointing at my ears to tell him I didn’t hear “Who?” you shouted back.
“E- -O-A-N” He shouted enunciating his words which only left me more confused, before I could ask him again Fred popped along side George grabbing him.
“Furry!” Fred said dragging him along.
I was left there wondering what he meant but no way to knowing, hopefully it was nothing of importance. The pieces were spread out as I got to working on putting it together. Flipping through the manual I wondered if I could use my wand to build this but knew that if I did the ministry could come knocking for using magic on muggle items. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear the bell ring on the front door.
“Oi why do I know you?” a voice said from behind me startling me making me drop the screws I had in my hand.
“Merlin’s beard hasn’t anyone ever told you that sneaking up on people is rude?” I said putting my hand over my chest trying to calm down, this must be who was dropping by.
He looked at me intently “Sorry. But why do you look so familiar?” he said trying to figure out why he knew me.
Shrugging my shoulders, there wasn’t many places I went it was home, Hogwarts, home, hanging out with George and Fred, Hogwarts and it was all a continuous cycle even after putting school “I don’t know? Did you go to Hogwarts?” I asked.
His face lit up at the mention of Hogwarts “Yes! What house were you in? Wait let me guess.” He said squinting at you, sitting next to me to get a closer look at me “Not Gryffindor I knew everyone there. Hmmm you don’t seem the Hufflepuff type. Ravenclaw?” He said confidently.
“You’d make a bloody awful sorting hat. I was in Slytherin” I said emphasizing on ‘was’ because although I weren’t ashamed of my old house I was also not in the particular mood to defend it.
He scoffed at me “A Slytherin huh? Birds got George under some spell.” He mumbled sliding away from me.
“The bird can hear you!” I said huffing grabbing the manual pretending to read through it.
“That’s why I said it!” He said rolling his eyes at me “Say how did your kind get in hoots with George and Fred?” he asked stretching his legs in front of him, his jeans more than likely getting dirt on the floor I was more than certain Fred and George didn’t clean.
I looked from his jeans to him “My kind?” You asked cocking an eyebrow at him.
“You know” He said doing snake motions with his hands, putting his hands down as he pushed up his sleeves.
“And what’s wrong with” I said doing the same snake motions back at him. I couldn’t believe I was sitting on a more than likely dirty floor arguing about a school house.
He made a dismissing hand motion “You know. You lot are You-know-whos harem.” He said with ease but looking at me intensely to see any reaction, even the slightest of one.
I harshly kicked the sole of his shoe causing his to stop laying on his hands and moved to crossing his legs “You’re as daft as you look” I said pointing at him with thee screwdriver I held in my hand.
“Well that’s what everyone says about Slytherin.” He said pushing the screwdriver away from being pointed at him with his finger.
“You know what they say about Gryffindor?” I said placing the screwdriver down next to me harshly, making a loud noise as it hit the hardwood floor.
“Yea that we’re awesome!” He said scoffing with a smile, not seeing how they could say anything negative at them.
“No that you lot just stand around in your common room in a big circle jerk” I said tightly screwing on a nail, making the wood make a slight noise letting me know that I can’t keep going unless I wanted the wood to split.
He laughed “Maybe if you’re lucky we’ll invite you to the next one” He said giving me a big smile. Were all Gryffindor’s this frustrating?
“Sniffling idiot.” I scoffed at him, debating on just getting up and leaving.
He shrugged leaning back on his hands, looking at me “I just tell it how it is.” he said simply, as if he just didn’t insult me.
“This is why people don’t like Gryffindors” I said, becoming overly aware I was on the verge of bickering.
“You like them enough to be snogging one.” He shot back, the bickering line had been crossed but at least it wasn’t me the one that crossed it.
“Touché.” I sighed unable to deny it “Y/n. Y/l/n.” I said stretching out my hand to him.
He took my hand and shook it “Lee. Jordan.” he said.
Right that’s why his voice sounded so familiar, he did Quidditch commentary the entire time we were at Hogwarts. “Didn’t you use to carry a giant spider around?”
“Tarantula. And yes Ned comes with me everywhere.” He corrected me, I should also tell him I liked his Quidditch commentary but something told me that if I mentioned Quidditch he wouldn’t stop talking.
However the only thing I could say was “Cool.” I didn’t know enough about spiders to talk about them and frankly I was scared he would take it out of his pocket if I showed any interest “Want to help me build an Ikea shelf?” I offered point at all the spread out pieces on the floor.
“Brilliant idea but I’m afraid I don’t want to.” He smiled laying down on the floor besides the pieces. I laughed sitting opposite to him and began trying to assemble it. The two of you began talking and either of you often wondered why you weren’t friends in school but then he would mention Gryffindor or I would mention one of the younger Slytherins I would tutor and the unspoken question got a loud answer.
The bell above the door rang, causing Lee and I to look over to be met with two overly tall and overly happy red head. “Great you guys met!” George said walking over to the two of you.
Lee smiled side hugging me like he’s known me for years, and somewhere inside me I kind of felt the same way “I like her she’s got spunk.” He said looking up at George.
“Get your own girlfriend Lee” George said extending a hand to me, that I gladly took.
Lee shook his head, his hair bouncing around his face “I make no promises!” He looked up at George, catching a glimpse of the other red head “Fred! Mate long time no see!”He shouted jumping to his feet.
Fred looked at the shelf halfway assembled laying on the floor “I reckon the Ikea shelf didn’t get finished?” He shouted.
Lee let out a loud laugh “Sorry I was too busy charming her away from you!” He said looking back at George.
“Bugger off.”He laughed flipping Lee off playfully, pulling me into his arms squeezing me tightly but lovingly as my nose pressed against his chest. “Was he really charming you?” He asked looking down at me, for a second a pang of insecurity filled him. He’s always been second to Fred could it bee possible to be second to his friend this time?
“Oh yes immensely, I’m rather smitten by him now.” I smiled up at George playing with the collar of his sweater and for a brief moment he forgot all of his doubts .
George smiled down at me “Before you go running off with Lee I have something I wanted to ask you.” He said rubbing a stray eyelash off my cheek. “Can you be my plus one to my brothers wedding?”
“Lee finally proposed to Fred?”I smiled looking over my shoulder to look at the two boys running around the store.
George laughed “Not yet and not him” he said shaking his head.
“Ron!?”
George let out a loud laugh that caught me by surprise “Ha I don’t think there’s enough Firewhisky in the world for that to happen. But no it’s Bill and Fleurs wedding.” he said between laughter.
I looked up at him confused trying to remember where I’ve heard that name before. I was positive I’ve heard the name Fleur before but couldn’t remember why or where. “Fleur? Oh the girl that competed in the tri-wizard tournament?” I asked George hoping I was right.
He nodded “The one and only.So will you go?” He asked playing with the cuffs of my sleeves worried that I might say no and he was going to have to sit alone at his brothers wedding.
I scrunched up my face pretending to think about it “Hmm I’m going to be busy that day but I think I can squeeze you in.” I said standing on my tiptoes stretching to give him a kiss on the lips which caused George to stand taller making me stretch more. Grabbing him by his collar I dragged him down to my height kissing him softly on the lips.
“Oi stop that. You see what I have to deal with?” Fred shouted, turning to Lee pointing at us to make sure he was seeing what he had to deal with everyday. Admittedly George and I keep trying to sneak away from him but somehow he always finds us.
“The audacity!” Lee said laughing as he helped Fred look for something inside a couple of boxes.
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His Sweater #5
From: Smutandfluffohmy Pairing: George Weasley X Slytherin!Reader A/N: Sorry this is short and WAY behind schedule. I recently moved and I think the house is haunted so that’s fun + I had this written out with all the dialogue and my brain kept shutting down and the other parts.
Wait! Read it from the start! (Part 1) Everything is better in pairs (Part 2) The (golden) trilogy (Part 3) How far will we go? (Part 4)
The bell over the door announced my arrival. George and Fred looked over from the display in front of them, George’s face lit up a he signaled me over. “Great you’re here! Can you please tell Fred that a bed design for the love potions is a bad idea.” George said pointing at the drawn out plans they had in front of them, the unmistakable smell of amortentia filled my nose. All I could smell was George and to my annoyance Fred as well, this is solely do to his obnoxiously close proximity to me and not because I liked him as anything more than a friend.
I turned from the design to my boyfriend then to Fred who for a brief moment had hope I would side with him. He thought the idea was funny and clever. “It’s a terrible idea Fred.” I said looking up at him, his brief moment of hope now long gone.
Grunting Fred turned away from the two of you “Yea I reckon if I was shagging her she’d agree with me too” he mumbled under his breathe a bit cross that now instead of a bed it would be something of a water fountain to display the love potion.
“Maybe get better taste and I’ll agree with you.” I said calling out to him as he continued to move things around the shop, flipping me off in the process.
George laughed taking my hand in his and tugging me along behind him “Come let me show you around” Dragging me up stairs I had to be careful not to trip over the various things that were laid on the floor, after all I didn’t know what would explode or burn half my hair off. “This is where we are going to put the explosives.” George said pointing at a stack of boxes labeled with unreadable handwriting I we're sure to belonged to Fred.
“How much for the canary creams Mr. Weasley?”
Leaning against the railing George smiled at me “I reckon a night together will cover all your costs.” he said winking.
A loud throw up sound came from behind me making me jump slightly “OI people can hear you!” Fred said carrying a box in his hands “Bloody disgusting kids these days” He said shaking his head walking in between the two of you, I wondered who Fred fancied and if I could set them up. Or perhaps get him a new hobby, something to keep him busy long enough to get some alone time with George. “Come on we should get going” Fred shouted at George beckoning him to hurry up.
I looked from Fred to George “To where?” I asked.
George huffed remembering the plans for today “We got to finish up some things for the shop.” he said rolling his eyes at the thought of it “Want to come with?” he said with a smile although he was sure he already knew my answer.
They put down the money for the shop but they still had to sign things like the name copyright etc. etc. no matter how many times George explained it to me I couldn’t help but be bored at the mention of wizard legalities “To sit in a stuffy room and discuss business transactions? Oh how could I turn that down?” I said back to him with the same smile.
“Fair enough” George laughed kissing my forehead.
Fred threw a heavy instruction manual at me, the sound it made as it made its way through the air let me know that it was going to hurt. George grabbed the manual before it hit me straight in the face, I’ve seen him play quidditch matches plenty of times but something about him saving me from a split lip made my heart jump. “Here you can read the instructions while we’re gone!” Fred shouted not even turning to see where the manual landed.
George offered me the manual that I accepted with a smile thanking him silently. Reading the cover I started flipping through the complexly simple instructions “We live in the Wizarding world and you bought from Ikea!” I said looking from George to the back of Fred’s head.
“You’re brilliant you’ll figure it out!” Fred shouted as he dragged George along looking at the time wondering if they would be late.I waved bye at George as Fred dragged him past the store windows that were still bare.
“Oh!”I heard from the busy streets, George knocked on the window to get my attention “Is dropping by!” He shouted.
I scrunched my eyebrows, pointing at my ears to tell him I didn't hear “Who?” you shouted back.
“E- -O-A-N” He shouted enunciating his words which only left me more confused, before I could ask him again Fred popped along side George grabbing him.
“Furry!” Fred said dragging him along.
I was left there wondering what he meant but no way to knowing, hopefully it was nothing of importance. The pieces were spread out as I got to working on putting it together. Flipping through the manual I wondered if I could use my wand to build this but knew that if I did the ministry could come knocking for using magic on muggle items. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear the bell ring on the front door.
“Oi why do I know you?” a voice said from behind me startling me making me drop the screws I had in my hand.
“Merlin’s beard hasn’t anyone ever told you that sneaking up on people is rude?” I said putting my hand over my chest trying to calm down, this must be who was dropping by.
He looked at me intently “Sorry. But why do you look so familiar?” he said trying to figure out why he knew me.
Shrugging my shoulders, there wasn’t many places I went it was home, Hogwarts, home, hanging out with George and Fred, Hogwarts and it was all a continuous cycle even after putting school “I don’t know? Did you go to Hogwarts?” I asked.
His face lit up at the mention of Hogwarts “Yes! What house were you in? Wait let me guess.” He said squinting at you, sitting next to me to get a closer look at me “Not Gryffindor I knew everyone there. Hmmm you don’t seem the Hufflepuff type. Ravenclaw?” He said confidently.
“You’d make a bloody awful sorting hat. I was in Slytherin” I said emphasizing on ‘was’ because although I weren't ashamed of my old house I was also not in the particular mood to defend it.
He scoffed at me “A Slytherin huh? Birds got George under some spell.” He mumbled sliding away from me.
“The bird can hear you!” I said huffing grabbing the manual pretending to read through it.
“That’s why I said it!” He said rolling his eyes at me “Say how did your kind get in hoots with George and Fred?” he asked stretching his legs in front of him, his jeans more than likely getting dirt on the floor I was more than certain Fred and George didn't clean.
I looked from his jeans to him “My kind?” You asked cocking an eyebrow at him.
“You know” He said doing snake motions with his hands, putting his hands down as he pushed up his sleeves.
“And what’s wrong with” I said doing the same snake motions back at him. I couldn’t believe I was sitting on a more than likely dirty floor arguing about a school house.
He made a dismissing hand motion “You know. You lot are You-know-whos harem.” He said with ease but looking at me intensely to see any reaction, even the slightest of one.
I harshly kicked the sole of his shoe causing his to stop laying on his hands and moved to crossing his legs “You're as daft as you look” I said pointing at him with thee screwdriver I held in my hand.
“Well that’s what everyone says about Slytherin.” He said pushing the screwdriver away from being pointed at him with his finger.
“You know what they say about Gryffindor?” I said placing the screwdriver down next to me harshly, making a loud noise as it hit the hardwood floor.
“Yea that we’re awesome!” He said scoffing with a smile, not seeing how they could say anything negative at them.
“No that you lot just stand around in your common room in a big circle jerk” I said tightly screwing on a nail, making the wood make a slight noise letting me know that I can’t keep going unless I wanted the wood to split.
He laughed “Maybe if you’re lucky we'll invite you to the next one” He said giving me a big smile. Were all Gryffindor’s this frustrating?
“Sniffling idiot.” I scoffed at him, debating on just getting up and leaving.
He shrugged leaning back on his hands, looking at me “I just tell it how it is.” he said simply, as if he just didn't insult me.
“This is why people don’t like Gryffindors” I said, becoming overly aware I was on the verge of bickering.
“You like them enough to be snogging one.” He shot back, the bickering line had been crossed but at least it wasn’t me the one that crossed it.
“Touché.” I sighed unable to deny it “Y/n. Y/l/n.” I said stretching out my hand to him.
He took my hand and shook it “Lee. Jordan.” he said.
Right that’s why his voice sounded so familiar, he did Quidditch commentary the entire time we were at Hogwarts. “Didn't you use to carry a giant spider around?”
“Tarantula. And yes Ned comes with me everywhere.” He corrected me, I should also tell him I liked his Quidditch commentary but something told me that if I mentioned Quidditch he wouldn’t stop talking.
However the only thing I could say was “Cool.” I didn’t know enough about spiders to talk about them and frankly I was scared he would take it out of his pocket if I showed any interest “Want to help me build an Ikea shelf?” I offered point at all the spread out pieces on the floor.
“Brilliant idea but I’m afraid I don’t want to.” He smiled laying down on the floor besides the pieces. I laughed sitting opposite to him and began trying to assemble it. The two of you began talking and either of you often wondered why you weren't friends in school but then he would mention Gryffindor or I would mention one of the younger Slytherins I would tutor and the unspoken question got a loud answer.
The bell above the door rang, causing Lee and I to look over to be met with two overly tall and overly happy red head. “Great you guys met!” George said walking over to the two of you.
Lee smiled side hugging me like he’s known me for years, and somewhere inside me I kind of felt the same way “I like her she’s got spunk.” He said looking up at George.
“Get your own girlfriend Lee” George said extending a hand to me, that I gladly took.
Lee shook his head, his hair bouncing around his face “I make no promises!” He looked up at George, catching a glimpse of the other red head “Fred! Mate long time no see!”He shouted jumping to his feet.
Fred looked at the shelf halfway assembled laying on the floor “I reckon the Ikea shelf didn’t get finished?” He shouted.
Lee let out a loud laugh “Sorry I was too busy charming her away from you!” He said looking back at George.
“Bugger off.”He laughed flipping Lee off playfully, pulling me into his arms squeezing me tightly but lovingly as my nose pressed against his chest. “Was he really charming you?” He asked looking down at me, for a second a pang of insecurity filled him. He’s always been second to Fred could it bee possible to be second to his friend this time?
“Oh yes immensely, I’m rather smitten by him now.” I smiled up at George playing with the collar of his sweater and for a brief moment he forgot all of his doubts .
George smiled down at me “Before you go running off with Lee I have something I wanted to ask you.” He said rubbing a stray eyelash off my cheek. “Can you be my plus one to my brothers wedding?”
“Lee finally proposed to Fred?”I smiled looking over my shoulder to look at the two boys running around the store.
George laughed “Not yet and not him” he said shaking his head.
“Ron!?”
George let out a loud laugh that caught me by surprise “Ha I don’t think there's enough Firewhisky in the world for that to happen. But no it’s Bill and Fleurs wedding.” he said between laughter.
I looked up at him confused trying to remember where I’ve heard that name before. I was positive I’ve heard the name Fleur before but couldn’t remember why or where. “Fleur? Oh the girl that competed in the tri-wizard tournament?” I asked George hoping I was right.
He nodded “The one and only.So will you go?” He asked playing with the cuffs of my sleeves worried that I might say no and he was going to have to sit alone at his brothers wedding.
I scrunched up my face pretending to think about it “Hmm I’m going to be busy that day but I think I can squeeze you in.” I said standing on my tiptoes stretching to give him a kiss on the lips which caused George to stand taller making me stretch more. Grabbing him by his collar I dragged him down to my height kissing him softly on the lips.
“Oi stop that. You see what I have to deal with?” Fred shouted, turning to Lee pointing at us to make sure he was seeing what he had to deal with everyday. Admittedly George and I keep trying to sneak away from him but somehow he always finds us.
“The audacity!” Lee said laughing as he helped Fred look for something inside a couple of boxes.
