AN: For poor @im-trying-my-best-yall who needs some needed fluff
Sum: George has been acting pretty weird around you recently. He keeps trying to say something to you, but whenever he does he seems to switch topics right before he says it. You figured he’s just stressed about planning for WWW after school ends, but it’s getting annoying now. So you confront him
Warning: Short and Sweet
“Georgie! Hey, I gotta ask you something!”
There you hurried after him, to cut him off from heading to his next class. The rare times he and Fred weren’t glued to the hip. George took up new class that just wasn’t Fred’s speed. Was something about Baking if you recall correctly. Fred prepared to cook. Had to take the chance, while he’s alone, so no one could intercept you both.
“Hey shortie, what’s up?” He would ruffle at your hair, as you quickly fixed it. Those Weasleys and their string bean genes. Made him tower over you. Always left with a hurt neck if you talked to him too long. Hopefully this will be short.
“You’ve been trying to ask me something for the past few days, and I figured now that I caught you that you can tell me. So what’s up?” You asked him. Asking seemed to be what he feared the most out of you.
His wand was soon rubbing his neck, his freckles cheeks flushing, and his doe eyes darting. He just seemed to instantly clammer up. Just not seeming to be the confident ladies man he normally is. He is just a wet hand mess. What was going on?
“Oh yeah….That. Yeah uh….Um.”
Oh how his eyes were darting around. He was trying so hard to find an excuse to not Ben in this situation right now. To find something to make him shut up. To escape this pin. But no one was around. No one anywhere, not even Peeves to give mercy to the bastard in the Gryffindor Robes. He needed to face this head on.
“Was um. Just wondering if you wanted to hit up the Three Broomsticks together. That’s all.” He tried his best to act casual, and shrug. Made you all the more confused.
Why is this making him so flustered?
“Ok…..Werido. That sounds nice. We could hit it up sometime after class. Fred and Angelina should be-“
“Without them…..”
Oh…..Oh.
Just the two of you. No brother, no other friends. Just the two of you. Like a date. Like a normal date that normal couples do. Normal normal normal little dating. Just a date between two people. A date date.
“……I uh. Yeah, I think I can do that.” You swallowed, as this was starting to really register now. He wanted to ask you out on a date. Still, why was he so flustered over it? He’s asked out plenty of guys and gals before. Never sweat this much. Even Fred straight up called Angelina across the table to the Yule Ball, and that was the end of that. What made you different?
“You weren’t dared to do this, were you?”
He stared down at you with the most offended expression possible. As if you called him a blood traitor. Some kind of slur that would make Molly faint. He looked ready to smack you, but of course he wouldn’t. He never would lay a hand on you. Unless you asked.
“What?! The hell you mean ‘was this a dare-‘ bullshit? No! This isn’t some dare. What gave you an idea like that? Fred and I have standards. Pranks like that are not only overly simplistic, but there is no joke at the end of it. Who’s laughing? No one. Give me some respect-!”
He gave you a hip bump, and it made you laugh. Helped you feel a little better over the whole situation. Maybe you were different for other reasons. Maybe he was bashful because you two had been friends for so long. It is pretty awkward to ask a friend out. If they say no, well….You can’t really take back what you said.
“Ok ok, I’m sorry Mr. Weasley. I shall never question your pranking methods again. Now hurry to class, before you get detention. If you get detention we can’t grab butter beers. Go on and get-!” You hip bumped him right back, and he gave that cute crooked smile. One that showed there was no worries to ever hold. That he’s all laughter.
“Alright I’m gone! All gone! Poof!” And down the hallway he went. Vanishing around the corner, as you now were dancing a squealing. Flapping away at your robes in total utter glee.
George Weasley asked you out.
Had you stimming like crazy, unaware that a certain red head had his own stimming session all the same. Flapping his hands to try and calm down. So damn happy you said yes.
Anyway, to fight against the stress that is taking over my life, have a small drabble to make me and maybe you feel a little better.
It wasn’t that unusual for Logan to go missing, from a few days to a few months, one time disappearing only to appear on the news fighting along with the Avengers for some reason.
He was on another trip, it seemed to be running longer than usual but Charles had assured everyone it was fine, the Wolverine would make his way home soon.
His arrival was unexpected, especially to Storm as the man seemed to have appeared in her room without her noticing.
“Logan?”, the man in question just stared at her with half lidded eyes, he looked…well…he looked tired, “are you okay?”
“Ro?”, it seemed he finally came to realize where he was as he glanced around the room, taking a deep breath, letting her scent ground him before he shook his head, “right the mansion,” he squinted at her again, “I need you to do something for me.”
Strange…
He unzipped his jacket, a favorite brown leather that was thrown over a torn up battle suit, underneath it was a sling where he was carrying something he wanted to keep safe.
Which means he was probably about to hand her something very important to him and she was proven correct as he took a bundle out and gently passed it over to her.
Gentle, he was so gentle with his handling as he handed it over, she was just as gentle taking it from him.
“Imagonnarestnow.”
“Excuse me?”
“Bed,” with that he turned to her bed, walked over to it and preceded to pass out on it.
Ororo just smiled indulgently, glad her friend trusted her with resting in her presence as the man tended not to sleep given his abilities and tendency to have nightmares.
She found herself blinking down at what he had laid within her arms as she felt something move...
The bundle wiggled…
The bundle let out a tiny squeak.
The bundle was alive.
Unwrapping just abit…she found herself grinning, “Oh, I have been blessed today!”
your writing of Anna is the most captivating rendition i have ever seen. could you give me a dribble of Anna and Hewlett moment.
Oh, thank you!!! I am so glad you enjoy reading my things. I just want to thank you first off, for taking your time to read and comment on my work. Honestly, I stay because of kind people like you. <3
As Lovers Do
The gazes that meet across the crowded room are equally as listless in nature. There beyond the bustle, above the endless trivial chatter, is birthed a new chord of tension.
His is the first glance to avert; though the eternal longing etched within their fathoms refuses to be so easily satiated.
Edmund's lips purse in the form of a firm frown. Anna Strong, his greatest treasure, and the source of his defeat, had SEEN him. The dour expression she bore engendered nothing but sympathy. Sympathy from a heart he felt had long bled dry. And yet, he has nothing he wishes to express to her. Nothing noteworthy nor healing. His jaw moodily screws shut.
Anna's calloused fingers glide down her bodice, willing the subtle sheen of sweat to vaporize. He looks well, for all that time spent agonizing over his safety. She opens her mouth to speak, to broach the gaping distance gathering, despite their physical proximity. But what words could genuinely express the shallowed utterances of a heart long ignored? What lexicon could there be to translate an apology worthy of him?
Hewlett's staggered steps, nearly half-graceless, manage to dodge a protruding chair shoved out in their path. Now, he finds his only exit from the tormented room barricaded by a bubbly-over indulgent man. An awaiting arm is slung about his broad shoulders.
"What is your hurry this fine day?!!!" Rivington heedlessly needled. "Surely, you can't be vested in work when there is such lovely company to be had." He buoyantly expresses, willing Hewlett to follow his lead back towards a bewildered looking brunette.
Oh, how far did fifteen feet seem when it is not assessable as a hurried route for departure. Anna shifts her weight, barely avoiding a tipsy officer who likened her to a downcast angel. His mutterings of meeting him upstairs heralded a stern glower, for features that had been rendered so soft and comely. It is in dodging this member of the King's wayward guard, that she is intercepted by Hewlett and Rivington.
"Major..." A soft powdery voice cracks. All the familiarity she wished to burry floods between the single title's seams. Doleful, rather than intrepid, her eyes scale upwards to behold him between elongated lashes.
She swallows, trying to ignore the tenuous thrum inside of her chest. "I am--" She starts, half wincing as she attempts to string together something remarkably close to intelligent. "I am -- pleased to find you in good health." Cheeks singe red with embarrassment. He deserved far better than a greeting so impersonal.
"Anna-" In a graceless flit of his heart, he forgets himself. "It seems life away from Setauket agrees with you." His own voice is fatigued with a degree of gravel lodged within.
Rivington's astonished glance slips between the two. "YOU KNOW EACH OTHER?" The insatiable gossip is rather pleased with the development. "Lovers?!!" He presumes, only to be nailed twice with exasperated expressions.
A titter of laughter ambles over his lips. "Ah, so you were lovers!!!" And now prying, Rivington seeks out an explanation. His entreating eyes stay affixed as if he were a vulture eyeing his pray. "Let us get some drinks, so we can speak!!!"
Anna's face blanches. "I--" She chokes on her own excuses. Her brows sharply colliding over the bridge of her nose. Usually, she had at least three prepared for every occasion but this, this had taken her so far off guard, recovery seemed nearly impossible.
Hewlett manages to pick up the slack where Anna had failed. "We-- have-- some business to conduct in private." Sensing Rivington's hesitation to let matters be, he casually tacks on. He tries to strain all the begrudging bitterness from his voice. "As lovers often do."
XIAO could feel it, he sensed it in the air and in his skin, all the more so when his head snapped to your form on the bed. His feet had always been swift; swift enough to defeat enemies on his way, enough to endure the eons of the purge of demons that his duty bound him with.
It felt like that when he saw you—as if there was an aura of suffering in your body, urging him to slip onto the soft sheets and touch your skin.
You awoke but with a gasp and an array of breaths that he himself could barely follow. At that very moment, a gust of realization dawns into him and his hand sought after yours almost instantly, squeezing it with a gentle intent, the softness of your hand covered with the warmth and roughness that his glove emitted.
“You’re okay now, whatever you saw it never happened.”
If he could only wipe away the terrified look on your face just as simple as he could if you tear up, then he would. He hated seeing you like this, and he hated that he couldn’t do anything else other than be an encouragement and comfort—which are the two things that he’s obviously not so good at.
“Xiao…” he softens when he hears your voice, despite strained and hoarse, he was relieved. More so when the cloud of horror in your eyes vanished as recognition pushed its light through. Under his breath, he thanked the archons for giving you back to him and for ending your suffering. Because above all, you’re the one who he didn’t want to experience the same feelings he has had over the years of his life.
“Stay with me?” your voice pleaded, and who was he to deny such a request?
NOTES: i just woke up from a horrible nightmare and sleep paralysis… if i can’t find a comfort fic, i’ll make one. please do note i wrote this at 2am with a half-asleep mind. if there are any mistakes i’ll edit it out tomorrow when i wake up
“Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave!!” from the Labyrinth prompts?? 🖤🖤🖤
I hope you know that I had no intention of actually doing these prompts myself lol. Thanks for asking though!
Rating: T I guess for suggestive themes.
Warnings: referenced jealousy and obsession. It's a theme with me lol.
"Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave!"
It was tempting. It even could have been easy. It wasn't like she didn't already fear him in some way or another. But she wasn't certain she could love him and she knew he didn't love her. Not really. He just wanted to keep her, like she was some kind of trinket or toy he could play with. He was just demanding her attention because he didn't like that she wasn't giving it. It was all just a game to him. A game she didn't want to play.
"I can't," she says it softly.
"You can," he almost sounds like he's pleading. She won't give into him though. It's like dealing with a child. You cannot simply cater to their whims because of the things they want whenever they want them.
"I won't," she says. "Stop asking me. Let me go."
He straightens slightly, staring down at her. His gaze is intense but she can't look away. Looking away would mean giving in. He finally nods and she takes the opportunity to leave, hoping that this is finally done with. She doesn't hear him though when he actually responds.
"You will," he promises, voice full of intent.
okay just going to take my chances (sorry i was off tumblr last week) you can say no because it is late
“Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list.” for Daniel
June Drabbles: A Good Scare (Daniel!Drabble)
“Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list.”
You turned and looked at Daniel with a deadpan expression, your lip curled. He laughed as he looked at your face before he grabbed your face and smushed your cheeks.
“I’m fucking with you,” he giggled, “well, this has never happened before so that was true, but it wasn’t, like, a goal.”
“Wow.” you replied, “I finally get one of your firsts, huh?”
Daniel scrunched his face at you as he got sour over the light jab. You laughed and shook your head as you looked down at the negative pregnancy test on your kitchen counter.
You had been so sure you were having an oops, but this test quelled all your fears in a mere two minutes. It had been a week of agony, unsureness and lots of calls and texts as Daniel finished a triple header as you freaked the fuck out at home.
“Jesus Christ.” you muttered before you turned to him, “Wait, you’ve never had a pregnancy scare before?”
“No.” he looked at you confusedly as he shut the fridge door, “Wait- how many have you had? You’ve had more than one?”
