#keeperofthestars

[ecliptiz]

Why is there nothing about this man (Frei malthus) anywhere? I’ve scrounged the ends of the earth i swear

[frannyzooey]

Dropping off all the hugs and forehead kisses your heart desires and all the good vibes you need 💕💕😘💕

Cindy my love ❤️

I literally can’t tell you how much I’ve been thinking about you lately — I read your amazing work over on Ao3, which had me remembering and daydreaming about how much I’ve always admired it but even before that I’ve been hoping you were well ❤️

You were one of the very first people I followed on this site and you were always so welcoming and warm when I slipped into your DMs after devouring your Masterlist 🥺 — I was in awe of your talent then and still am; there is something so poetic about your word choices yet so deliciously filthy sometimes and it was work that admired and adored SO much, and truly still do ❤️

I still remember you telling me about “Shallow” for TMTC, I think about you and them every time I hear the song, and I remember when you sent me that shirtless Pedro pic of his back with a cowboy hat on his head and our mutual thirsting 😍 and before all that, I remember seeing you on my dash and thinking you were so sweet and kind, exactly the kind of person I’d like to be friends with ❤️

And now we are friends! And you still bring me that same joy! (Your sister from another mister tag with Skye makes me smile every single time ❤️) And I’m still in awe of you and your writing!

You inspire me in so many ways I can’t even list them all and I just want to let you know that you are one of my very favorite people on here; now and always ❤️

[givemethatgold]

I was tagged by @keeper0fthestars (an icon, the most supportive of friends, my enduring tumblr compatriot. Bonded by drooling over Anthony Mackie irl and endless appreciation for a red Henley) to create a moodboard of my personality using 9 photos that were already on my phone .

This says everything and nothing.

Tagging (absolute full pressure obvi): @blueeyesatnight @mamacitapascal @samwise99468 @strawberrylipstickstateofmind88 @alberta-sunrise @halleani @arrow-guy​ 

[oldstuffnewstuff]

Have I made the grave mistake of sitting here next to the husband while watching Charlie hunnam traipse about on my tv in a selection of waistcoats and glasses and speaking? With that voice? With that mouth? like his lips were made for licking joints ?? Yes. Yes I have. Who does this guy think he is??¿? the sweater? the pinkie ring? ThE bEARD?? jvdjvnfg I don’t think so.

Oh @keeper0fthestars do you mean Mr. Raymond Smith. The right hand man, loyal confidant and servant of one Mr. Michael Pearce. Isn't he just something? Glasses and that sweater are my kryptonite. OH MY! I feel a hotflash coming on.

Well damn! That hotflash was probably caused by me binge watching the 1st season of a certain series. You know the one! The one with the chain smoking, whiskey drinking, tight jean, mustache wearing, red shirt of sex wearing DEA agent. Yes all 10 episodes in 2 days. Cause you know it was a scratch that needed itching. Ever since I read your Reckless and then What Used To Be A Sin. And then I fell down the rabbit hole that is Pedro Pascal.

Oh yes then we have Frankie and Will in Triple Frontier.

So, let's call it even.

Much love 💖💖💖💖💖💖

[ecliptiz]

THE SUN AND MOON ╰► JAMES POTTER

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

SUMARRY - James was the sun, she was the moon. The sun yearned for the moon while it hid in darkness

WARNING- Cursing, self doubt, ect. Ooc a lot probably. (Kinda more of a introduction, not long)

—PART 2 (In works)

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑, the human equivalent to the sun. James potter was a carbon copy of a warm day. James potter, with a heart the size of the sun and the ego to challenge it.

James was a teenage boy. A teenage boy with friends he would spend his whole life with, a group strong to withstand anything. A teenage boy with crude jokes and a cock attitude.

But James potter was also a teenage boy, who loved quiddich, muggle things. Who loved to sing in the shower, who still cried in his mother’s arms. A teenager with an anxiety for anything that involves him. James potter thrived on praise, for everyone to like him.

James Potter loved life.

James potter also craved for the moon. A tale old as time. The moon and the sun, destined for each-other, but fated forever apart.

James potter was obsessed with his moon from the first time his eyes met hers. A small boy, a sweater to big for him, eyes wide, round glasses slipping down his nose- his brown hair messy and unbrushed.

A missing front tooth that shows when he smiles, tan skin from the countless outside activities.

And when he saw her, sitting on the train for the first time, her hair blocking her face- body hidden in the corner with a boy beside her with a large nose, pale skin and black greasy hair.

So, naturally like any Potter before him, he chased. He went with bold words about his love to her whenever given the chance.

His heart grew hard, more driven with each rejection that she threw at his face.

He didn’t care, because she was his, and he was hers. Call him delusional (Like Sirius does), he don’t care- he would marry that girl one day, swear on it.

—

𝐘/𝐍 𝐋/𝐍, the human equivalent to the moon. She was cold, like a shiver on a rather nippy morning. A heart that could care less about people she barely knows.

She was a teenage girl. A girl with the amount of her friends being able to be counted on a closed fist, zero. A girl who wished she could withstand the world. A teenage girl with insecurity’s and sharp words.

And yet she was still a teenage girl. Feelings she couldn’t explain. A body who seemed to hate her. A girl who cried with her head tucked in her pillow to keep her cries silent. A girl who fears everyone around her is speaking ill about her. A girl who craves being alone, because then she only had to worry about her own self hurting her.

Y/N L/N hated life.

But, fate seemed against her. A story old as time tangling in her world. She hated the lack of control. She hated the folk tails of the sun and moon being destined for each other. Because who wanted to deal with a person with non stop energy.

She hated the sun. Even more when it was used to describe James potter. Gross, even the name left a foul taste on her tongue.

She could have forgotten the moment they first met- if it wasn’t for the male shouting it on the top of his lungs whenever he could.

She was a young girl. The harsh words of her mother echoing in her head, muffling any awareness of the outside world. Her hair was messy, her eyes look like they couldn’t care less. Somthing you don’t see on a young kids face often. Her eyes staring at the floor to try to calm the nausea crawling at her throat.

Her.. acquaintance sat next to her, though he was to busy being completely enthralled by the full figured red head beside him, who was rambling about random things she hoped to learn at there new..school.

One thing she was certain of about Hogwarts, was that she hated James potter. A biased judgmental teen boy who wouldn’t leave her alone.

A brown haired boy with his posey always beside him, a boy who threw insults at the only boy she could call- a close acquaintance. And a teenage boy who seems to hate her house colors, but won’t hate on her. He couldn’t just pick and choose. There were way nicer and better Slytherins than her.

She didn’t care, he wasn’t hers and she definitely wasn’t his. She thinks her way is a lot more factual than whatever silly dream that potter had. She would escape his infatuation, swear on it.

—

Y/N couldn’t help the annoyed sight that escaped her lips at the sight of James Potter. The sight alone gave her a headache that made her want to rip her hair from her head.

She rubbed her pointer finger and thumb down the bridge of her nose, suppressing another annoyed sigh.

Her eyes lazily drifting over the boys who stood around him. She didn’t care, she could barely remember their names. Maybe if people stoped talking about the boys like there were some kind of gods to the school, she could have the full relief of forgetting there names.

The scarred tall one was Remus. A quick tongued boy who was rather brash and sassy when he wanted. He had rougher facial features. More sharp.

The other one, Sirius, had his long dark hair in a small half up style. He looked stupid in her opinion. He had softer features, more feminine. But they were sharp, calculated like most of the men in the Black family’s. If that made sense.

A pudgy blonde standing a bit behind him, a tense face. Peter. She remembered him only due to the fact she was rather peeved he never stood up for himself, he was weak and a bit cowardly. Everyone is in their own way she guesses. No one really talked much about him, an odd one out she guessed.

She leaned her shoulder slightly forward, slowing her hair to fall on it to crest a sort of sheild from her face. Her eyes instantly going to Snape, who was beside her. His pale skin was flushed with its usual anger whenever the group of teens were around. She didn’t blame him.

He always seemed angry after his falling out with Lilly Evens. A girl he liked since they were all little brats.

“They’re coming over, your stupid for thinking that was going to work.” Snape said, a rather bored tone coating his tongue as he spoke, his pale eyes not moving from his book.

“It would if Sirius wasn’t a fuckin’ hound dog.” Y/N groaned, her head falling onto the table, only to be caught by Snape’s cold hand as he gives her a quick sneer; dropping her head. It hit the table still, just probably softer than it would have.

“Look there Moony, I think I see Padfoot’s Slytherin.” The annoying voice of Sirius Black scrapes through her ears like nails on a chalkboard.

“Maybe if we ignore them, they’ll go away.” Snape suggested rather boredly, slumping on the table with an exhausted sigh.

“Great advice, stupid fuck.” Her hand pushed his head to the table, creating a dull bang that he just groaned stupidly about .

“They’re like roaches, you can’t get rid of them.” Y/N said, her eyes closing in annoyance when the boys sadly stand by where they sat in the library.

She couldn’t bare being her head up to look at the boys she could feel beside her. She hated the stupid look on Potter’s face when he saw her. Reminded her of a puppy, it made her feel sick.

“Aren’t you to stupid to be in a library.” Of course it was Snape the first one. Maybe they could have just stood there, feeling humiliated for being ignored. But of course Snape had to put his two sense in it.

“Aren’t you a little to ugly to be around Y/N.” Oh Peter, that was a cute try. But it was a boring and horrible comeback. Absolutely revolting and embarrassing in her mind.

“You, my beauty, are invited for another Hogsmed trip with yours truly.” James Potter spoke for the first time, with a stupid fake accent. Surprising, he’s usually said Atleast a thousand words in a minute of seeing her.

“For the…208th time this- month.” Sirius spoke, looking down as he mimicked the motion of counting his fingers. Grunting when he got an elbow to the stomach by the tall scarred boy beside him.

“You think he would give up by now.” Snape hummed, leaning closer to her in attempt to whisper. A rather pathetic way, in her mind.

She sighed tiredly, finally lifting her eyes to meet the hazel ones of James Potter. Who always wore a goofy dimple smile when looking at her. His pupils almost covering the coloring of his eyes when he looks at her.

“No.” She said plainly, rolling her eyes at the boy in front of her.

“Great- we can..” He begun to talk, but suddenly paused with furrowed brows. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” He asked, a bit of the disappointed tone lingering on the tip of his tongue.

“She said no.” Peter squeaked behind them, his blue eyes dancing nervously from them to the floor. Remus groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a sigh. Sirius nudged his elbow into the pale boy, making him gasp.

“Shut up wormy.” He hisses, trying to hide his laugh from the fact his friend was getting rejected once again.

James huffed, a rather ridiculous and dramatic pout forming on his lips afterwords. The sight alone made the girl cringe, looking away in second hand embarrassment.

“Well, we must get going.” (Y/N) said plainly, hurrying to pack her things into the satchel beside her, basically snatching the back of Snape’s robe to pull him from his seat.

Snaps grunted, packing his things quickly and tripping over his feet to keep up with the girl who had yet not let go of his robe, dragging him.

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NEW CHARACTERS ╰► FERRIS BUELLER’S

SUMMARY - NEW CHARACTERS added from Ferris Bueller’s day off.

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EUPHORIC FEELING 1 ╰► MARAUDERS ERA

SUMMARY — The Marauders are… utterly fascinated with the Slytherin Girl

WARNING — Cursing, Fem!Slytherin!Reader, Stupid Teenage Boys

IT WAS UTTERLY RIDICULOUS, the whole situation. The green versus the red, like a cosmic joke played out on the grounds of Hogwarts. A ridiculous rivalry meant to separate them, keep them apart like the forbidden fruit that no one dared to touch – or even cast a glance towards.

Yet there they were, the Gryffindors, acting like a bunch of bumbling idiots. Instead of discussing the next Quidditch game strategy, practicing spells, or planning yet another harebrained prank, their thoughts were inexplicably fixated on one particular girl – a girl draped in the very color they were sworn to loathe.

It was almost comical how they tried to mask their fascination with her, like lovesick fools attempting to maintain a façade. They'd shoot furtive glances her way, only to quickly divert their eyes or feign disinterest with well-timed pranks and scoffs.

Remus, concealed his infatuation behind the cover of his books. To anyone passing by, it seemed as if his gaze was glued to the pages. Yet, upon closer inspection, his eyes subtly traced the path of the girl in green as she wandered close to the Black Lake.

Peter, hid his feelings behind his incessant eating. He constantly had something to munch on, whether for himself or to offer to others. As the girl approached, he'd stuff his mouth with food, determinedly chewing to keep his nerves at bay.

His cheeks puffed up, flushed with the hidden fact it was from the sight of the girl and not the amount of food that pushed the inside of his cheeks to the limit.

James was an embodiment of chaos when it came to concealing his feelings. Subtlety was an alien concept to him. Whenever he found himself in her presence, he was like a bull charging through a china shop, ready to declare his affection to the world. His friends often had to physically restrain him from belting out his emotions in a grand display.

On the other hand, Sirius was a master of disguise. He carefully kept his gaze from constantly following her every move, a feat that required considerable effort. Instead, he channeled his energy into extravagant sighs and dramatic gestures in front of his friends, particularly when she was around.

Even when she wasn't, he maintained his over-the-top persona, hoping to capture her attention, if only for a fleeting moment.

But one day, all their efforts at subtlety seemed to shatter with just one word.

Remus Lupin charged into their shared dorm room, his hair wild and his eyes wide, flushed cheeks adding to his disheveled appearance. Instantly, his friends abandoned their respective activities.

James and Sirius halted their game of exploding snap, and Peter shifted back to his human form from his rat Animagus form, his small figure now standing upright.

"Merlin, mate, what happened to you?" Sirius teased with a chuckle, amusement lacing his voice. Remus did indeed look like he had been through a storm. His sweater was askew, trousers wrinkled, and his hair seemed to have battled a gusty wind.

"She's coming to our dorm," Remus announced, his breath coming out in uneven bursts, his chest rising and falling as if he had just completed a sprint.

"Who?" James inquired, his brow furrowed, his round glasses perched crookedly on his nose, and his attire limited to a pair of trousers.

Sirius shifted his attention from James to Remus, his curiosity piqued but still mixed with confusion.

Remus took a deep breath before practically exclaiming, "Y/N!" His voice cracked with the intensity of his announcement.

At Remus's revelation, the other boys sprang to their feet, and Peter emitted a small squeak of surprise. "Merlin, mate, you can't just drop something like that!" Sirius interjected, his words rapid.

James surveyed the dorm room, recognizing the chaos: clothes strewn haphazardly, wrappers and papers scattered across surfaces, and an unmistakable scent of body odor permeating the air.

"Why?" Peter chimed in, his voice tinged with confusion as he unconsciously began tidying his own area, his blue eyes reflecting his bewilderment.

Remus let out a rushed explanation, his words tumbling over one another, "Well, we've got this project for our NEWTs class, and she asked if we could collaborate in our dorm, and I kind of panicked and blurted out 'yes'!"

"And why in the name of Merlin's saggy left—," James began, but his language abruptly shifted as he looked around the cluttered room, "—sock would you do that?"

Sirius raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his expression, "Mate, I thought your legendary Marauder pranks and smooth demeanor would have extended to handling a simple invitation."

Peter chimed in with a shrug, his rat-like tendencies showing, "Yeah, you usually handle stress by wolfing down chocolate frogs and giving our transfiguration notes a menacing glare."

Remus sighed, running a hand through his already disheveled hair, "Well, this time I couldn't exactly employ those tactics. Besides, we're supposed to be responsible adults, remember?"

James let out a half-hearted laugh, "Oh right, responsible adults who are about to introduce our dorm's chaos to an unsuspecting soul."

Sirius grinned, "Well, at least it'll be an adventure. Who knows, Y/N might end up joining our ranks and become a honorary Marauder."

Peter chimed in with a snicker, "Or she might run out screaming and never speak to us again."

"Well," James trailed off, taking in a deep breath and puffing out his chest. "We cannot, under any circumstances, allow her to witness the chaotic state of this place. So..." He spoke with an air of authority, his eyes dramatically narrowing as he shot the other boys a sly grin.

And just like that, James Potter transformed into a mother on a mission during a spring cleaning spree.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Y/N WASN’T entirely sure what to anticipate upon entering the marauders' dorm room, but the fragrance of lemons mingling with the soft glow of candles placed on every available surface certainly caught her off guard.

The beds were immaculate, and there wasn't a towering heap of rubbish that might have hidden a lurking trash monster, as she had half-expected.

It was a vision of order, a far cry from what she had imagined. Yet, she ventured into the room with cautious steps, her green robes contrasting with the predominant red hues of the decor. She clutched her book and satchel tightly, containing notes, ink, and quills. Each step was cautious, as if the wrong move would trigger a cascade of pranks.

Additionally, Y/N wasn't prepared to find Sirius Black and James Potter... reading. The sight almost caused her heart to skip a beat out of sheer astonishment.

And they appeared well-groomed. It was a departure from the usual view of James with his unruly brown curls and Sirius with his perpetually tousled black hair.

Their outfits seemed carefully chosen too. Instead of their customary half-done ties and rumpled robes, they were wearing oddly formal clothing for being in their dorm room.

Suppressing a chuckle, she ignored the apparent disappointment on Remus's face when his gaze fell upon his two best mates. Meanwhile, Peter was sprawled out in his bed, his head buried in the covers, presumably fast asleep.

"Uh... so, where should we start?" She directed the question to Remus, feeling a bit awkward. Remus seemed momentarily lost, his attention momentarily consumed by her features, his own body heating up.

"Right," Remus eventually replied, tugging at the hem of his sweater as he moved towards the desk. He indicated for her to take a seat while he perched on the corner of the desk.

"We're supposed to write a seven-inch essay on Amortentia – its effects, how it's made, the whole lot," Remus explained, his eyes fixed on her with a keen intensity. He attempted to shake himself out of the daze that seemed to settle over him every time he looked at her.

In the background, he heard suppressed laughter, recognizing that Sirius was imitating him while Y/N's attention was on him, and James was doing something similar with giggles.

"Right..." she trailed off, her eyebrows arching slightly as she shot a playful yet quizzical look towards the source of the giggles – the other two boys in the room.

Remus cleared his throat, his cheeks tinged with a light pink as he shifted his attention back to the task at hand. "So, um, the essay. We could start with the history of Amortentia and its usage over the centuries."

Y/N nodded, relieved that the focus had returned to the assignment. "Sounds good. And then we can move on to its effects on individuals and relationships."

Y/N's focus remained steadfast on the task at hand, despite the playful antics of James and Sirius. Remus, on the other hand, seemed to be getting slightly exasperated as he attempted to concentrate.

"Guys, seriously," Remus huffed, trying to hide his amusement. "We're trying to work here."

James let out an exaggerated sigh, his eyes widening innocently. "Oh, I'm sorry, Moony. Did we interrupt your riveting discussion about the history of love potions?"

Sirius chimed in, grinning mischievously. "Yeah, because we all know how exciting that is."

James grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he sauntered over to Peter's bed. "Is Wormtail seriously sleeping?" he exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, leaning over to inspect the lump that was Peter.

Sirius couldn't resist the opportunity to play along. With a dramatic sigh, he raised his hand as if to answer a question. "No, no, I'm Sirius," he chimed in, a sly grin curving his lips. He burst into laughter when James retaliated by flicking a pillow at him.

Y/N's concentration was momentarily broken as Sirius dramatically threw himself onto Peter's bed, causing a yelp and a sudden movement from Peter.

She glanced over, her eyes widening at the unexpected commotion. Remus shot Sirius an exasperated look, shaking his head in disbelief at the antics.

Peter, now wide awake, blinked rapidly, trying to process the sudden chaos that had unfolded around him.

He glanced around the room, his eyes landing on Sirius with a mix of confusion and annoyance. "Merlin's beard, Sirius, what's gotten into you?" he grumbled, his voice still groggy from sleep.

James, unable to resist the opportunity to join in, grabbed another pillow and playfully whacked Sirius on the back. "You're worse than a blast-ended skrewt," he teased, a mischievous grin on his face.

Y/N let out an amused chuckle, shaking her head as she returned her focus to the book. The boys' attempts to capture her attention might have been over the top, but it certainly wasn’t unwanted.

As the hours passed, Y/N remained engrossed in her reading and note-taking, occasionally exchanging ideas and thoughts with Remus.

The two of them worked together in a surprisingly synchronized manner, their focus strong in the way they discussed the various aspects of Amortentia's effects.

Meanwhile, James and Sirius continued their playful attempts to catch Y/N's attention, their antics ranging from exaggerated yawns to whispered commentary on the material being covered.

Remus seemed to be handling their disruptions with a mix of patience and exasperation, occasionally shooting them disapproving looks that were met with innocent smiles or exaggerated expressions of innocence.

Peter's silent observation remained a constant throughout the day. He found himself captivated by Y/N's presence and the easy way she interacted with his friends.

Her passion for learning and her ability to remain composed in the midst of the boys' shenanigans intrigued him. While the others vied for her attention, he preferred to stay on the sidelines, content to watch her from a distance.

Despite the interruptions, the collaborative effort produced tangible results.

The essay slowly took shape, combining Remus's meticulous writing with Y/N's well-organized thoughts. By the time the sun began to set and the golden light filtered through the curtains, they had made significant progress.

As they wrapped up their study session, Y/N stretched her arms above her head, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Remus let out a content sigh, rubbing his tired eyes as he glanced at the nearly completed essay. James and Sirius finally relented in their attempts to distract Y/N.

As Y/N packed up her belongings, her conversation with Remus took on a more serious tone. They discussed the final touches for the essay and set a plan to complete it by the following Tuesday.

Remus handed her the items she needed and watched her straighten her robes, giving her a warm smile as she waved goodbye to the others in the room before leaving.

However, as soon as the door closed, the room erupted in laughter. Sirius couldn't hold back his amusement, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he mimicked Remus's voice, repeating his words, "'So next Tuesday'."

James, always ready to join in the fun, pushed up his glasses with a grin. "Come on, Moony, we thought you were better than that."

Remus's cheeks were still tinged with pink as he shot them a glare. "As if any of you would do any better. The first time she tries to talk to you face to face, you'll all be blubbering fools."

James opened his mouth to retort, but Peter chimed in with a dreamy look on his face. "Honestly, I can't believe she was here in our room." He flopped back onto his bed, his voice almost swooning as he buried his face into the pillow.

Sirius raised an eyebrow playfully, nudging Remus with his elbow. "Did you see the way she looked at you, Moony? It's a miracle you managed to speak at all."

James leaned against the wall, his grin turning into a mischievous smirk. "Yeah, next time, maybe just stick to writing love notes. Might be safer."

Remus sighed, rolling his eyes at his friends' teasing. "You're all insufferable."

Peter lifted his head slightly from the pillow, a cheeky grin on his face. "But you love us."

Remus couldn't help but crack a smile at that. "Unfortunately, I do."

Sirius grinned, leaning against a desk as he looked toward the ceiling. "I can't deny it, mate. We might as well be first years all over again, fawning over a pretty girl."

Remus let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "It's not like that," he muttered, though the pink tinge to his cheeks said otherwise.

James chuckled, crossing his arms. "Yeah, yeah, Remus is just tutoring her in more ways than one."

Remus shot James a narrowed look, his amusement evident. "Oh, come on, James. Don't pretend you wouldn't be blubbering to us about her if you were in my shoes. You'd be going on about how her eyes sparkle or how she looks when she smiles." He teased, earning a laugh from the others.

Sirius, always one for pushing the boundaries, chimed in with a devilish grin. "Oh, if I had a project with her, it wouldn't be potions we'd be brewing, if you catch my drift." He lowered his voice suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows as he spoke.

Peter, caught in between the banter, rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his blonde hair. Remus simply stared at Sirius, shaking his head in mock disbelief. James, on the other hand, nodded with a cheeky grin. "He's got a point there."

Laughter echoed through the room as the teens teased each-other, there minds lingering on the girl in Green.

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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 ╰► SPIDER “MILES”SOCORRO

Summary: Spider teaches Na’vi!Fem reader about music.

Warning(s): Cursing, short

SPIDER FOUND HIMSELF in his room, seated on the floor with his legs crossed. Beside him sat Y/N, a Na'vi whose presence commanded attention, her tail gracefully swaying behind her.

Her keen ears caught every subtle sound, while her vibrant blue complexion starkly contrasted with the pristine white walls of Spider's room.

Curiosity danced in Y/N's eyes as she turned to Spider, breaking the silence with her distinctive accent. Spider had taken it upon himself to introduce the Na'vi girl to the wonders of the human world.

With a smile, Spider presented a peculiar contraption to Y/N, who inspected it with her luminous yellow eyes. The device appeared foreign to her, adorned with buttons, two small openings, and a wide structure leading up to two padded objects.

"What is this?" she inquired, her head tilting to the side, her tail expressing her intrigue. Spider gingerly retrieved the item, skillfully adjusting the padded components before placing it on her ears—no easy feat given Y/N's imposing stature, which surpassed that of a typical human by more than threefold.

"It's a music box," Spider explained, settling back into his seated position after ensuring Y/N's comfort. "I got it from Norm a while ago.”

As Spider pressed the play button, the music erupted from the small "music box," causing Y/N's entire body to jolt in surprise. The sounds flooded her ears, startling her to the point of alarm. Her tail flicked anxiously, a clear warning signal as if there was an imminent danger lurking.

Reacting swiftly, Spider rose to his feet, craning his neck to meet Y/N's gaze. The Na'vi girl appeared bewildered, her eyes darting around frantically as she attempted to shake off the overwhelming noise assaulting her senses.

"No, no, it's okay!" Spider shouted, his voice filled with reassurance, his hands extended in a calming gesture. Suppressing a chuckle, he continued, "It's not going to hurt you!"

Gradually, Y/N halted her frantic movements, her ears now flicking incessantly in response to the captivating melody emanating from the headphones. The initial alarm subsided, replaced by a mix of curiosity and wonder on her face.

As Spider's hands gently enclosed hers, Y/N experienced a sense of grounding and reassurance. With a deliberate movement, he guided her down to the floor, their bodies settling side by side. Y/N leaned closer to Spider, her vibrant yellow eyes shimmering with delight, while her tail swayed leisurely and contentedly behind her.

"It...it makes noise in my ears," she whispered to Spider, her voice filled with amazement. With a brief pause, she donned her oxygen mask before resuming her enchantment with the music box.

Nodding understandingly, Spider replied, "Yes, it creates music." His smile reflected the joy he felt witnessing Y/N's fascination. He held the music box in his hand and pressed the pause button, causing the music to abruptly cease.

Y/N's ears drooped at the sudden cessation, and she turned her gaze back to Spider, a slight frown etching across her features. "The music stopped," she observed, her voice tinged with disappointment.

With a gentle press of a button, the music resumed its melodic journey, once again enveloping Y/N's ears in its enchanting embrace. Instantly, a radiant smile illuminated her face, her entire being illuminated with delight as the sound stirred something deep within her.

For the remainder of the day, Spider and Y/N remained tucked away in the confines of the human boy's room. Their unlikely pairing—a human and a Na'vi—was indeed a rare sight. Yet, the stark contrasts between their appearances and backgrounds seemed to fade into insignificance as they forged a connection through shared experiences and the universal language of curiosity and friendship.

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧