and yeah i know i was so lazy i only did this many frames


Request: “peter parker smut where the reader is either the daughter of an avenger or maybe just an avenger or something but she lives in the avengers compound (let’s just say peter decided to take tony up on his offer) and she’s dating peter and he sneaks into her room and just as they’re about to start round 2 one of the avengers catches them”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: SMUTTT

“Good job team.” Tony gave a forced smile before quickly retreating to get a drink.

You looked to Peter, who was still heaving with bloody tears in his suit. You pulled him by the arm wordlessly to your room, sitting him down while you retrieved your first aid kit. He was still a little dazed from the fight, but as you pulled out a clean needle he gave you an adorable smile.

“If you say ‘this isn’t going to hurt’ I’m going to-“

“Kill me?” You smirked. Peter huffed a laugh, leaning back as you started stitching his wounds.

“You know, I think we’re too good for each other sometimes. We can barely get out a sentence without the other knowing how it’ll end.” You shook your head with a rogue smile. “We’re becoming a gross, sappy couple. I hate it.”

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Feral. (Joshua x Mingyu x Reader Smut)

HELLO GUYS SO HI, IT’S ME. :) SORRY WE HAVEN’T BEEN UPDATING AND POSTING, GUYS WE ARE SO BUSY LIKE AND I FEEL TERRIBLY SORRY FOR THAT. I wrote this because a lovely anon had requested and joshuaxmingyuxreader! and it has now arrived! but ya know, it’s really unrealistic in ways. ;) i hope you guys enjoy this! i am so sorry if it is does not reach your expectations but omg i did my best, everyone, enjoy!! we love you, as for the requests and the asks and such, please be a bit more patient! we want to be sure that you’ll be satisfied with our work, thank you. :) :* sorry if you don’t like this type of concept but i’m sorry. sabdfjkabflajdnasdlfnalskdfnasdffd

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warning: there will be subtle rape scenes, and it may be triggering to some. if you’re not into that, then you can stop reading now. :) but we do have other stories you might enjoy ;) (self promoting, no shame)

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Farewell, Pretty Little Liars.

Today is the day that we must finally say goodbye to Pretty Little Liars. With its never-ending theories and constant renewals, the PLL endgame always seemed like an intangible, abstract and theoretical concept that is just so far away, that it will simply never come. It feels so surreal to say that today is that day, which again, over the years, was never in sight. I thought watching Pretty Little Liars would just be some light, weekly, background entertainment. On June 8 2010, I did not truly know what crazy rollercoaster I had stumbled upon. Through numerous ups and downs, these past 7 years have certainly been unforgettable. If you told me seven years ago that a television show will have such a positive impact on my life, I would have laughed at you and called you dramatic. Tell me that today, and I’ll smile in appreciation at the positive influence and power a television show can bestow upon its viewers.

Not every show makes it to seven seasons, particularly mystery shows. Seven years is a long time. I started watching this show when I was 13, and I am now 19. (I realise I am probably very young in comparison to most other PLL fans!) Just to visually see this: Pretty Little Liars was with me while I was 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18 and 19. These are arguably some of the most important years of one’s life. As I grew, PLL grew too, in a literal sense, as we got a time jump where the characters matured, but also in figurative sense, since the stories gradually shifted from being high-school oriented to dark and twisted themed through a demented dollhouse and a psychologically straining board game. All while PLL was on the air, I graduated from primary school and high school, started university, got my driver’s license, my first job, credit card, car, gone overseas by myself, and made life-long friendships. Achieving all that never was easy, but it was made easier by PLL. If I ever struggled in my personal development, I always had PLL to fall back upon for psychological stability and security, aside from general entertainment. A part of me sees the end of PLL as if the training wheels are coming off my bike: for 7 years, I was learning how to become a young man, and now that I finally am one, I no longer need this safety rock that is PLL in order to continue developing.

This long, personal post is dedicated to me and my seven-year relationship with Pretty Little Liars.

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Title: What The Hell?

Tony Stark and his daughter seeing an alternative version of Peter on TV and confront him, which leads to a whole lot of confusion.

Words: ~ 1800

A/N: This is not exactly how I wanted it to be. I combined it with another idea (Tony setting up his daughter with Peter) and things got a bit confusing… but I hope you like it anyway! :) [It’s not edited yet. I’m too lazy at the moment. So it’s filled with mistakes…]


My dad and I were having one of our very rare evenings in the movie room of the Stark Tower together that I appreciated more than anything.
Of course, I understood that with him being Iron Man he had a lot of duties and not much time for his daughter.

I snuggled deeper into my soft blanket when I rested my head on my father’s shoulder, both of us enjoying an evening without stress.
“You wanna watch a movie?”, he wanted to know and I only shrugged. “Let’s zap through the channels first.”

A few taps in the air and the channels changed. We sat in silence until something caught my attention, “Wait, what’s that?”

“Lip sync battle? Sounds interesting.”, I chuckled and my dad only nodded in agreement.
It didn’t took me very long to notice something very, VERY strange. And I wasn’t the only one noticing it, that was for sure.

The boy on TV who was wearing a black wig and a rather inappropriate outfit looked like Peter. And I mean EXACTLY like Peter. I just couldn’t take my eyes off of our TV. Peter was by far the most handsome and cutest boy I’d ever seen and this was very entertaining.
“That’s Peter.”, I stated, my eyebrows narrowing in confusion.

“What goes on in this boys head?”, my dad questioned in disbelief. With a shrug I grabbed my phone and started filming this weird occurrence.

Neither of us said a word as we watched Peter swinging his umbrella and grinding against it. The whole time dancing in the middle of other dancers while water was raining down on him.
Jesus, he looks so hot, I only thought before I subconsciously pressed my knuckles on my lips.

“What?”, my dad asked in shock. Of course I had to say that out loud…
I quickly stopped the video and chuckled nervously when I turned my head to look at my father.
“Uh, I m-mean… well, he’s this cute, innocent boy… usually. And now…”, I stuttered, my face heating up, “I just thought that… you know. It’s different. Good different. Not that I… I mean that’s-”

“So I was right? You actually are smitten with that spider kid.”, he smirked at me before wiggling his eyebrows, making me want to vanish into thin air.
“NO, I’m not. Okay?!”, I insisted, even though it was more than a huge lie. But my father didn’t need to know that I was head over heels for Peter.
“Don’t worry, honey. I won’t tell him.”, he laughed and brushed over my back.
“Thanks.”, I mumbled defeatedly, slowly admitting that I couldn’t hide it from him anymore. Or at least there wasn’t a point in arguing with him.

Not wanting this awkward silence to last, I grabbed my phone to send the video to Peter but not before cutting out the end.
Peter didn’t need to know about my thoughts.

Nice wig, Spidey. I didn’t know you could dance like that. , I texted Peter and threw my phone on the pillow laying next to me before my dad took the remote.“Let’s watch something else. That was terrifying…”

After a couple of minutes the door opened and Happy stood in the door frame.
“Tony, the boy arrived. He’ll be here in a minute.”

“Ah, perfect. Thanks, Happy.”, my dad replied and I looked at him, tilting my head to express my confusion. “Did I miss something?”, I wanted to know but I didn’t get an answer. Only a secret smile.

Not many moments later Peter stood in the door frame, wearing one of his cute nerdy shirts and holding his phone with a bewildered look on his face.

“Hi Peter! What are you doing here?”, I asked nervously, my voice jumping an octave.
“Hey, um… I am… No, it’s… Mr. Stark said there’s another mission?”, he stuttered while he approached us.

“Surprise!”, my dad chuckled when I looked at him in disbelief.
“But dad, it’s movie night!”, I complained, “You promised that-”
“I know, honey.”, he started, placing his hand on my arm. But before he could continue I raised my voice, “Dad, this sucks! You never-”

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Okay?”, he soothed me, his grib getting tighter while I gave him my famous death glare before speaking up again, “I hate it when you do that. First you-”

“I wanted him to join us.”, my dad interrupted me again, this time it was actually working. I shut up.
“Why?”, I wanted to know, realising that Peter still stood there, awkwardly watching us. “It’s my secret mission.”, my dad smirked, causing me to roll my eyes.

Peter slowly opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but said nothing. “Come here, kid.”, my dad tugged at his wrist, pulling him towards us and practically forcing him to sit right next to me.
My heart stopped beating when my head realised how close our bodies were, not to mention his face being only a foot away from mine.

He seemed to notice this, too. He only stared at me for a few brief moments, which made me blush incredibly, before he remembered what he wanted to say. “You sent me a video a couple of minutes ago.”
“Yeah, I did. Did you see it yet?”, I chuckled, trying to loosen the tension. Peter shook his head, pulling out his phone to watch it.

My dad scooted over and so did I even though I had already been sitting pretty close. I just wanted to be even closer.

Peter let out a quiet sigh before pressing play. Peter’s face went blank almost instantly. “That guy looks like me!”, he squeaked, pure shock on his face.

“What? I thought that was you…”, my dad replied but Peter violently shook his head.
“But look, that’s Michelle.”, I claimed and pointed at the girl in the background.

“That’s not me. That’s for sure!”, Peter mumbled, “I would wear a costume like that.”
“What a shame… Y/N said you look hot in it.”, my dad blurted out and I looked at him with wide eyes, “even if this isn’t you. But he looks exactly like you, doesn’t he?”

Peter’s head slowly turned to me, a confused smile on his lips, but didn’t say anything.
Is he… happy about me thinking that he’s hot?, I thought while I sent my father a warning look and mouthed ‘What the hell?’ after Peter’s eyes went to the floor.

“Maybe it’s still on.”, I wondered and took the remote to switch back to the channel we had been watching.
Fortunately, the show was still on showing this exact copies of Peter and Michelle.
The presenter had just confirmed that “Tom Holland”, who seemed to be Peter’s lost twin, won the Lip Sync Battle, causing the audience to cheer in agreement.

What happened next made us stare at the TV in shock.

A girl looking like me walked up on stage and ran in Peter’s -No, what was his name again…? Tom’s arms and kissed him hard on his lips.
“What the hell?”, were the only words that left my words even though I was packed by seeing me and Peter kiss, more or less… I looked to the left, watching Peter’s and my dad’s faces.
While Peter’s face was as red as his Spiderman suit, my dad had a huge smile planted all over his face.

My double continued to kiss Peter’s clone, who excitedly kissed back, and the presenter appeared on the screen again. “Aren’t they the cutest celebrity couple ever?”, he asked and the audience cheered loudly, making the presenter laugh. Then, the screen showed a close up of our doubles pulling back from their kiss and looking into the camera, which was the perfect moment to pause the show.

“That’s us! But it’s not us… it’s not making any sense and it’s confusing.”, Peter pointed out and looked at me, catching me staring at him.
But I couldn’t help but stare at his lips after seeing ourself kiss. What would it feel like to kiss him? Are this lips as soft as they look? And how would he taste like?, I wondered before my dad interrupted my thoughts.
“I think I know what’s going on.”, he claimed.

“Yeah, what is it?”, Peter and me asked at the same time.
“Parallel Universe.”, my dad said proudly but we only looked at him blankly.

“Maybe something went wrong and this tv show aired in our universe. This is why they look exactly like you. They are you! But they’re the alternative version of you.”, he explained and we nodded, finally understanding what he meant.

“They have the same looks, same interests, same love life… Oh, and that explains why you find Peter so hot!”, my dad rambled excitedly, “Because he’s your boyfriend in the other universe.”
“What the hell, dad?!”, I said frantically, “You promised you wouldn’t tell him.”

I saw Peter looking at me with a smile from the corner of my eye but I couldn’t look at him because I was so embarrassed of this whole situation.
“No, I promised I wouldn’t tell him that you’re in love with him.”, he blurted out and I looked at him in shock, blood rushing to my face while I felt Peter tensing up.

I won’t be able to look in Peter’s eyes ever again…

“You got a problem with that, Peter?”, my dad asked him and Peter took in a sharp breath before speaking up, “N-No, not… at a-all, Mr. Stark.”
He looked at me briefly, “Actually, I uhm… I’ve been…”, he looked to the ground and then back to my dad, who smirked widely.

“Perfect.”, he clapped his hands, “Initialising last part of the mission.”
Suddenly, he pushed Peter into me, his lips crashing into the corner of my mouth making my heart skipping a beat.
Peter nervously adjusted himself and looked in my eyes, waiting for me to push him away but closed his eyes when I didn’t do anything.
I had mirrored his actions when he leaned forward, causing his lips to touch mine carefully before he pressed himself into me. I felt my heart jumping to my throat when his lips started to move and my brain processed what was happening. My hands found the way to his neck, pulling his face closer and my fingertips started to wander over the back of his head, making Peter sigh.

“Mission completed.”, I heard my dad say and I jumped slightly when I realised that he was still sitting right next to us.

off limits

[peter parker x reader]

author’s note: got a very random surge of inspiration lol. i had a lot of fun with the reader’s characterization here because i hardly ever write something like it. so i really do hope you like this!

word count: 1,626

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Requested by: Anonymous
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.9K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: This oneshot is loosely based around Howling by RY X, it’s more of a soundtrack for the fic rather than based entirely off the lyrics.

You lay back on your bed and let your eyes roam around your room. This could be the last time you were a free woman. Every day after tonight, you would be living in limbo, always anxious that the government would storm into the compound and arrest you. You been allowed a month to sign the Accords after you joined the Avengers, or retire before your Avenger life really began. As a new Avenger, you weren’t allowed a free pass like Steve, Bucky or Sam. Ross was turning a blind eye to their resistance to sign, for the better of Earth safety. Bucky had almost begged you to take refuge in Wakanda, like Wanda and Bruce, but you’d refused. You were expected to sign the Accords, but you were against it.

Your eyes linger on your cork-board, littered with photos and your bucket-list. A thought strikes you, if you were looking at certain imprisonment after tonight, you were going to at least cross off a dream before you were locked behind bars. You were determined to live every day like it was your last.

You jump up and shove a few pieces of clothing into a backpack before ducking out of your room. The compound was quiet, and this was the best time for you to slip away. You make it to the compound garage without running into anyone, and thank your lucky stars; there was no doubt that someone would stop you from leaving.

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When You Least Expect It | 05

Warnings: tiny bit of angst

Word count: 6,603

A/N: Okay, this is the second part I extracted from that mammoth chapter. It’s a little shorter than normal as a result, but I hope you enjoy it.

Originally posted by jeonbase

The first date was supposed to be the most nerve-wracking one, right? And that’s why you couldn’t understand why choosing something to wear was even more of an insurmountable task than the last time. How even though your apartment was now meticulous, it still seemed unfit for Jungkook to see, and that was despite the fact you were still not planning on inviting him in. Oh, no, just because you didn’t put out on the first date, that didn’t mean you were reserving it for the second one in some half-assed attempt at sticking by these new values you had adopted.

So why had you, yet again, gone to town on grooming and dressing parts of yourself that he wouldn’t be seeing tonight? Surely you should have been going au naturel to guarantee that you wouldn’t dare let him in the vicinity of these areas?


He was disarmingly handsome, cute, and growing on you at an unnerving rate. Without being in the same room, even! It was mind-boggling. Perhaps the sheer fruitlessness of your love for Taehyung was beginning to dawn on you. Perhaps your outpouring to Hoseok had been a turning point.


Or perhaps you were fooling yourself into thinking that you enjoyed Jungkook’s attentions.

Time would tell.

And time was approaching fast. He was due to pick you up in another five minutes, and you couldn’t find your fucking keys! Typical.


Fuck. He was early. Good job you had pressured your lazy ass into cleaning up.

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anonymous asked:

Hey. First off, you are incredibly talented and amazing. Second, I don't know if you've done this or one like this, but how would the Skeleguys react to S/O accidentally seeing them shirtless? (Like they walked in on him changing or something)

*Here’s the link to Red’s crush walking in on him shirtless


Sans isn’t downstairs, and he isn’t responding when you call him, so you decide to check his room and see if he’s there.  You’ve never actually been in his room, but the fabricated magical flames licking from beneath the door has always made you so damn curious.  So.. instead of knocking, you decide to try the doorknob.  One peek couldn’t hurt, right?

Inside, the room is not a roaring inferno, much to your disappointment.  Instead, it’s a simple room: a small mattress in the corner, a desk along the wall, a skeleton changing shirts, a treadmill with some sort of note taped to it, and a self-sustaining tra–

Wait.  Back up.

Sans is standing in the middle of the room, his white T-shirt stretched across his forearms.  He was in the middle of taking it off, so his torso is completely bare.  You do what any normal person would do in this situation.

You silently stare, rooted to the spot.  You forgot how to move.

Luckily, Sans doesn’t make this awkward.  "uh, hey. welcome to my room. sorry if it’s a little bare bones.“  He wags his bony brows, and you start to snap back into reality.  "should i put on some music or something?” Sans starts to move his hips back and forth, and then he takes his arms fully out of his shirt and gives it a languid twirl around his head.  Your face slowly starts to become hot.  You’re gawking.  

“I, I just.. um.. I called, and you didn’t–”

He chuckles, waving a dismissive hand as he drops the dirty shirt unceremoniously on the floor and begins digging for a new one.  "s'no problem.“

As much as you wish Sans would pretend it never happened, he’s going to make stripper puns the rest of the day.


You walk in on Papyrus changing in his room, and he immediately gasps and covers his ribs with his arms. He’s still wearing his gloves for some reason.  "H-HUMAN, I’M NOT DECENT!”

You’re so startled that you stammer an apology and practically slam the door closed.  Your heart is racing, and you find yourself standing with your back against the door, your face hot.  You can’t get the mental image of him standing there, completely shirtless–even without the tight black material he usually covered his bones with–yet still wearing his gloves.  Does that mean he put the gloves back on? Or did he just not wear the black material today??

You have too many unanswered questions, but when Papyrus emerges later on, you both act awkward and avoid eye contact.  


The first time you see him shirtless is when he’s gotten in a fight, and you want to look at his ribs.


You can see marrow on his shirt.  You insist that he takes it off, and when he stubbornly looks away, you just grab the hem and start to lift it up.  He struggles a little, his cheekbones a bright red, but if he really didn’t want you to take it off, you know he would stop you.  Instead, it doesn’t take long before you have the shirt up over his head, and he’s shirtless.

His ribs are a patchwork of scars and ossifications from old fractures.  You lightly trace a finger over an old mark, and he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth.  Now, he’s looking directly at you, his eyelights small and laser-focused.  You touch another scar.  "Does it hurt?“ you can’t help but ask, your voice coming out much smaller than anticipated.

”…NO.“  His voice sounds rough, but thicker than usual, as if he’s speaking around a lump in his throat.  

You nod a little and start bandaging the new wounds.  Every time your fingers scrape against one of his uninjured ribs, you hear him breath in deep through his nasal cavity.  The entire time, he watches you carefully, his cheekbones dusted red, and his fingers clenching and unfurling against his thighs.  When you’re finished, he seems.. disappointed.. and just sits there, still staring.

“You..uh, you can put your shirt back on,” you mutter, which seems to snap him out of his trance.  He grunts, and then finally tears his gaze away to stand and go to his room to retrieve a clean shirt.


You walk in on Blueberry changing, and he immediately blushes a bright blue.  However, he doesn’t cover up his bones; instead, he plants his hands on his hips and tries to look you directly in the eye.  It’s more difficult than he expected.


Hoo boy.  You’re blushing like crazy.  As soon as you saw him, you tried to back out the door, but now, you’re frozen to the spot.






Suddenly, the door slams shut, and you’re staring up at Stretch, who’s grin looks a little scary.  "knock from now on, will ya? it’s just plain rude to walk in on someone like that.“

You can only nod and back away from the door, while you hear Blueberry’s outrage shout of “PAPY!” from the other side.  


It’s laundry day when you see him shirtless.  You’re sitting on the couch, watching NTT with Stretch when you hear Blueberry remind him from upstairs.  "ok,“ Stretch calls back, and he leans forward to shed his hoodie right then and there.  You were expecting him to have a black muscle tank on beneath it–you’ve caught glimpses of it on the rare moments when he reached for something high and the hem of his hoodie rode up his frame.  But.. apparently, laundry day means that his tanks are dirty because he’s completely shirtless now, his rib cage fully exposed.

You’re trying not to stare, but you can’t help it.  You’ve always wondered what he would look like without the hoodie, so seeing him without it and the tank is like Christmas in April.  

Of course, he notices you staring.

His lazy grin lifts into a smirk. "sorry. without the hoodie, i’m just skin and bones. minus the skin.”  You blush; it’s obvious he’s watching you from the corner of his eyesocket. “does it bother you?”

“No, no, not at all,” you practically trip over the words in your haste to get him to remain shirtless.  "I-it’s just.. interesting.“  Yeah, you’re real smooth, aren’t you?

Stretch chuckles and leans over, slipping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you against his side.  Your face turns even hotter, and you lean into his touch, resting your cheek against his shoulder.  You can feel his ribs scraping against your arm, and honestly, you shift positions not because you’re uncomfortable but because you want to feel his bones.  "i’m not too pokey, am i?” he asks in response to your shifting; he thinks you’re uncomfortable.

“Not at all,” you assure him quickly, and he relaxes.  The two of you continue watching TV like that, but honestly, you’re not paying attention to the show in the slightest. Napstaton could go on a killing spree on-stage, and you wouldn’t bat an eye right now.

Can’t help | l.h

Originally posted by 5sospicturesque

Prompt: Loosely based on the song Can’t help falling in love

Word count: 1,829

A/N: So much fluff you might die

I walked in to see her in nothing but my worn out t-shirt and panties. She was jamming out to some weird remix playing on the radio, shouting her made up lyrics off-key. I couldn’t keep in my chuckle as she excitedly rocked her air guitar and whipped her hair like she was a rockstar from the 70s. I made my way to the kitchen and wrapped my arms around her energetic body, making her jump a little.

“Luke. You scared me to death dude.” She breathed, getting tired from her previous “rock show”.

“When will you stop calling your boyfriend dude?” I chuckled, pressing my lips to her sweaty forehead.

“Never.” She poked her tongue out teasingly while running away from my grasp. I shook my head at her childlikeness before rushing towards her, scooping her up and throwing her down onto the couch.

“Alright Titch. I still need to work on some stuff, but I’ll come down soon and help you with dinner okay?” I pecked her pouty lips before walking to my office.

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Set in Stone: The Light In The Dark

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Series for @whothehellisbella ‘s Song Fict challenge. 

A story told through time leaps about Bucky and reader’s relationship.

Based on the song: Waves - Dean Lewis (Acoustic Version.) The sadder the better.

Warnings: Angst.

Words: 2k

A/N: This is an experimental series that can be read in two different arrangements: following the posting order or, later when all parts are published, in a chronological line. I hope it turns out well cause idk what the fuck im doing.

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

There is a swelling storm
And I’m caught up in the middle of it all
And it takes control
Of the person that I thought I was
The boy I used to know

But there is a light
In the dark
And I feel its warmth
In my hands
In my heart
Why can’t I hold on 

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A Long Time Coming // Cisco x Reader

Request: Could you do a Cisco smut where him and the reader have been best friends since childhood and they’re maybe like having their weekly movie night or some other cute shit and they’re like sitting on the floor with a fuck ton of pillows and blankets and they like kiss or something and it turns into something more?

Warnings: cuddles and movie references and long awaited smut

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Must Be a Better Word- Ch10

There must be
A better word.
-Adam Gillon

OMG I’m so excited to share this next chapter since there are so many new It/Reddie fans on here after the movie came out!! And as always, sorry for not updating for a bit. I promise I’ll always be continuing this though!

My writing is also on ao3 if you wanna check it out there!

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five stages of grief

Title: Grief Has Many Names
Fandom: Servamp
Characters: Kuro and his siblings (including Tsubaki), Sakuya, Koyuki, and Mahiru.
Summary: Moving on takes time and patience, and some gentle nudging in the right direction.
Warnings: Major Character Death, suicide mention, alcohol mention.
Notes: I was going to have this up earlier, but something came up ;; My apologies for the delay and here’s the full-length story. Also, warning - it’s a long one. By the way, this was heavily inspired by P.S. I Love You, thanks to some devious minxes that put this idea in my head. (And kudos to anyone who recognizes the new contract item at the end.)

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Star What?

Summary: You and Peter soon become friends after you help him out a bit in English. (part 1 of an unfinished series) Part Two

Word Count: 2332

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader

A/N: Hey! So this is my first time ever writing Peter Parker and my first time publishing a part of a fic so I hope you all like it! (I hope it’s at least somewhat decent) I don’t know where this story is going but I’m just kinda writing with the flow. 

Originally posted by thoranda

It was that time again. That dreadful, highly anticipated time again when the leaves started to change, routines began to fall in place and the streets and sidewalks that paralleled them grew thicker with rushed people. It wasn’t the weather that brought a downer, it was what was already beginning again. Halfway through September marked the second week of school for Peter Parker, a sophomore at Midtown High in Queens. He wasn’t the most popular teen, being in the robotics club and on the academic decathlon team, and Flash Thompson, the school bully, tried to pick on him as much as possible.

Aunt May opened the door to Peter’s room to find him still nestled under the blankets, a bare foot sticking out with a ray of sunshine pooling over his back. “You can’t solve your problems by hiding in bed all day.” She chided, dropping off a basket of laundry next to his cluttered desk, homework and notes from the day before scattered on top. She’d come in five minutes earlier to see if he was awake; he wasn’t. “Come on, you. School” Aunt May shook his shoulder, placing her hands on her narrow hips afterwards.

“Mmpfh,” was Peter’s response, turning away from her.

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“(B)romance” You/Xiumin

happy birthday to my love minnie queen-chan for beta-ing this fic for me (thanks also to the sister wives who mentioned f-ckboy minseok and gave me the idea in the first place)

vague college/summer au

the guy who always comes in during your shift is kind of an asshole. But also really, really hot. 

rating: nc-17 don’t say i didn’t warn you, save yourself

“Don’t ruin your pretty little figure with all that booze.”

Minseok works his jaw like it’s a miracle of God he hasn’t leapt over the counter to duct tape your mouth shut. He’s cute® when he’s angry.

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Happy Birthday uniquepizzacollectionblog!

Originally posted by asdarknessfell

Posting this possibly early for you @uniquepizzacollectionblog (it’s May 16 in Australia), but we at @everlarkbirthdaygifts wish you a happy birthday :) We present you with a lovely fic by @booksrockmyface that she has written especially for you! Enjoy!

Title: Let the Light Illuminate these Hopeless Places

Rating: M

Author’s note: Happy birthday!! I hope it’s the best day ever and that this meets your wishes. The title comes from a line in the Paramore song Idle Worship.

Katniss was always early to everything. Even dragging her feet she still arrived at the high school gym a couple minutes after seven.

Delly, their class president, was sitting at the entrance with a table full of nametags. “Oh, Katniss!” Her smile was as bright as ever. “I’m so glad you came.”

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Request: “something cute with Kylo please?!? Maybe a Ben Solo AU if he didn’t turn dark side?”

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: None

Originally posted by mirkokosmos

Hanna City buzzed below your high-rise tower apartment, preparations being made in celebration of the Summer Solstice tomorrow. Along with the other newly initiated Jedi, you were expected to provide security to the event, protecting the most important political figures in the Galaxy as they flocked towards the capital city of the newly formed Galactic Republic. It was a new hope for all, and your insides had fallen to giddiness during the days leading up to it. Even if this inter-war period did not last, at least people were happy. People had hope.

But after relentlessly going through practice emergency drills, you had fallen into bed last night, welcoming the bouncy mattress to your rosy cheeks. They had threatened to burst yesterday, when Ben continuously made obscene jokes and flirtatious remarks. You were always flustered around that cocky boy. And now, since he had woken to find you absent from final preparations, he had taken your fill of the work and completed it, afterwards finding you still sleeping in your quarters.

“Wake up sleepy head.” He whispered into your ear, a feather dangling from his fingertips. The white quill ran the length of your cheekbone, Ben gently placing a kiss where it had traced before you had the chance to wake up. You were stirring now, but only batted away the ticklish thing. Ben smirked, trailing the feather down your arm, where the Chandrilan sun was scattering gracefully upon your skin, through the flowing curtains of your large windows.

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Pride | seven


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Brief summary You and Yoongi have been an item for a short while now, but things go south when the two of you fight before he leaves for tour. Neither of you speak for 2 months and you make some choices that you regret, thinking that the relationship is over. Once he comes back, however…

word count: 1,652

main pairing: Yoongi x Reader

genre: angst

warnings: n/a

a/n: most likely second last chapter, everything will probably finally resolve in the next one!

!! open to any chat / criticism !!

An uncomfortable silence wriggled itself into your relationship in the next few weeks that followed. It complement the already present problems and uncomfortable tension. The day after the unfortunate night out Yoongi was off to the studio and you to work. Your old work routines fell into place again, however your relationship didn’t go back to its pre-2 silent months state. Your conversations consisted of lazy good mornings if either one woke up whilst the other one was getting up as well as mumbled goodnights if one was still half-awake while the other climbed into bed. For the first few days of this he left notes which eventually turned into texts. As time wore on Yoongi started coming home later and later, leaving texts that he wouldn’t be making it home for the night. But even those stopped and turned into texts that he would be coming to sleep at home that night.  And even then, on the few nights that he did manage to come home for the night, neither of you bothered with a hello despite knowing the other was awake. You wondered why neither of you had said anything. Why didn’t you  greet him? Why didn’t he?

You were in bed that night with those questions in your mind, when your phone went off. Your mind went straight for Yoongi, but it couldn’t be.

You reached for your phone.


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My Type Part Five | Taehyung, You

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Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

I’m much more me when I’m with you

Bree now definitely looked forward to every chemistry lecture, especially the times after them when everyone would file out of the halls and only Taehyung and she were left.

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Request: If you’re not busy could I possibly get an imagine? I’m a hufflepuff gal and obsessed with Bill Weasley recently ;v; Maybe something to do with them reuniting a few years after their graduation - either with the family or something to do with the Order? Thank you so much for the opportunity! <3

It’d been four years since Y/N Y/L/N had been home.

As soon as she had graduated from Hogwarts, she had left home, planning to never return. Disappointingly enough, that had backfired.

Her home was anticipating a war. Lord Voldemort, the leader of a genocide against muggles and muggleborns, had returned and the wizarding world of Britain was teetering on the edge of a version of hell that was thought to never be experienced again.

And, because of her stunning luck, Y/N had managed to get herself wrapped up in it.

Both of her parents had been involved in the First Wizarding War. They had been some of the best Aurors in the world and were in the Order of the Phoenix from the very beginning. The couple had launched themselves straight to the front lines, and had no regrets.

As Y/N had been growing up, her parents, Eli and Marie Y/L/N, had taught her to be open-minded and to not only protect herself, but others as well. Her first year at Hogwarts, and she was already fighting back against the bullies, even if they were seventh year Slytherins, who she was positive were eight feet tall. Y/N had always been braver than thought smart for how small she was. If she saw somebody in trouble, she never stopped to think and instantly jumped into the fray.

Years later, and nothing had changed.

After graduating from Hogwarts in 1987, Y/N had moved on to become an Auror. She’d always loved adventures, but she had considered other options due to a very close friend of hers. However, both of them knew she cared too much about helping others to give that up. Besides, it would be a way to pay tribute to her parents who had died in her sixth year due to one of their missions.

Y/N had passed her Auror training with flying colors, quickly becoming one of the best. She had studied under Mad-Eye Moody, that is, until he had retired four years after she had joined the force. After that she had started going undercover, and was constantly sent abroad to catch Death Eaters who had originally escaped during the First Wizarding War.

She had been in Russia, Moscow specifically, when she had gotten the letter.

Alastor ‘Mad-Eye’ Moody had owled her, writing about a resurrected Order of the Phoenix organized by Albus Dumbledore, Y/N’s old headmaster. With Lord Voldemort at large once again and a war brewing in Britain, the secret society needed all possible hands on deck.

Moody had not only signed himself up, but suggested Y/N Y/L/N to be a member, which, honestly, hadn’t been surprising in the slightest. Her mentor had a bad habit of deciding things for others, not caring if they agreed or not. In fact, the last line of his letter to her had read:

See you tomorrow.

And that was it. She packed up her things, and took a Portkey back home.


Y/N grunted as a body collided into hers, bubble-gum pink hair obstructing her view. The Auror laughed, hugging her friend back eagerly.

“Tonks!” she squealed. “I’m so happy to see you.”

“Same here! I can’t believe you came.”

If Y/N was being honest, neither could she. Russia had been amazing- well, not exactly. It had been extremely dangerous, and she had nearly blown her cover more times than she would have liked. However, for Y/N Y/L/N, that just made it even more of an adventure and even more amazing.

And yet…

There she was, at Diagon Alley, sitting at a table in Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor as the lazy summer sun streamed inside. She was enjoying her malt when one of her closest friends, Nymphadora Tonks, arrived to meet with her.

“How was… where ever you were?” Tonks asked, taking the seat across from her dark-haired friend.

“Moscow,” Y/N grinned. “And it was amazing.”

“Meaning you had three near-death experiences- minimum.”

Y/N laughed. The metamorphmagus wasn’t wrong.

Tonks rolled her momentarily teal-colored eyes. “Whatever, we’ll be discussing your mission later. I’m supposed to be filling you in.”

“Right,” Y/N sat back in her seat, running her finger along the edge of her glass. “Lord Voldemort is back. How’d that happen?”

Tonks sighed, and spent the next thirty minutes explaining to her friend just what she had missed in the past four years.

Y/N let out a low whistle. “Wow… that’s… quite the story.”

Tonks snorted. “Isn’t it though?”

The duo enjoyed a comfortable silence, glad to be reunited.

Well. Y/N did. Tonks was nervously biting her lip, wondering how to approach the subject. Y/N’s eyes met her younger friend’s, and she smiled lightly.

“You’re wondering if I’m going to join the Order or not, aren’t you?”

“You’ve gotten good,” Tonks chuckled.

Her companion scoffed. “What do you mean ‘gotten’?”

Tonks stuck out her tongue and both the girls laughed. “But, um,” the metamorphmagus bit her lip once again. “What’s your answer?”

That really was the question of the day, wasn’t it?

Y/N was back home in London after not being there for ages. She had been pulled out of a mission that had been step-by-step excitement, all of which she had either been risking her life, or saving others. It had been exhilarating and action-packed and she had loved every minute. That was why she had become an Auror. She not only saved lives, but every moment was invigorating.

However… Y/N had left it behind. Well, not completely. She was still an Auror, but she wouldn’t be undercover, she wouldn’t be traveling, she wouldn’t be experiencing the thrill that she loved every single second.

“It’s barely been a day, and you already miss it, don’t you?” Tonks shook her head.

Y/N blushed, but her friend wasn’t wrong. “Can you blame me? I don’t really have anyone or anything to hold me here. Nothing to fight for. But when I’m abroad and undercover, I’m fighting to protect innocent people.”

Tonks laughed so loud she attracted the attention of a few of the surrounding tables. “Come on, Y/N! If you join the Order of the Phoenix, you’ll be joining a war and will be protecting the world.”

Y/N blinked. “You’ve become more manipulative. I’m proud.”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

Y/N didn’t hesitate with her answer.

Nymphadora Tonks and Y/N Y/L/N stood outside of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, the wind blowing their hair about as the sun set, causing colors to be cast across the sky.

“Ready?” Tonks asked, grinning at her companion.

Y/N grinned back. “Definitely.”

The metamorphmagus handed her friend a note with words scrawled on it in perfect cursive. She smiled lightly as Y/N read the note.

“Got it?” Tonks asked. Y/N nodded returning the note to Tonks, allowing her to burn it so nobody else could read it. “Let’s go then.”

Together, the duo passed the threshold into the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black.

“Is it weird?” Y/N asked, holding the gate open for her friend. “Being here, I mean. Your mother was disowned by them, not to mention this house is meant to be filled by pureblood elitists.”

“Not really. Sirius has been extremely focused on erasing all of that kind of stuff.”

“You know, that’s weird too. I mean. People thought he was mass murderer for years. Hell, so did I.”

“I never did. Mum always said that it was bull. No way could her favorite cousin be a killer. Always said he was lighthearted. Now that I’ve met him, I’ve got to agree. He’s a good man.”

Y/N let that sink in. It was strange to think that one of Britain’s largest criminals, wasn’t really a criminal at all. Not to mention… her parents had helped to put him away.

The duo had reached the front steps, and Tonks turned to face her before opening the door, being sure to meet her friend’s eyes. “Be quiet as possible, yeah?”


“You’ll find out eventually.”

The Auror’s brow furrowed as she stepped inside.

Y/N Y/L/N had been many terrible places. She understood when people described a place as ‘eerie’ or ‘sinister’. Out of all those types of places she had been, Number 12 Grimmauld Place most certainly fit those characteristics best.

The entry hall was dark and lined with creepy portraits of Black Ancestors that sneered at her and Tonks. At the end of the hall, on the left side, there were steps framed with an iron wrought banister. On the other side, there was a closed grimy, dark wood door. In between the two entry way exits hung a dark colored curtain that covered the entire wall.

Y/N gasped as Tonks whispered into her ear. “Welcome to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. Enjoy your stay!”

Y/N snorted.


The curtains flew open to reveal a large portrait of an annoyingly gorgeous woman. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun that showed off her aristocratic bone structure. She wore a high collared emerald gown, and sat in a velvet cushioned chair. Her dark eyes glinted as her beautiful face scrunched into an ugly grimace as she screamed at the duo.

“The hell is that?” Y/N asked, covering her ears as she faced her friend.

“That would be Mrs. Walburga Black, my great aunt.”

“Great family you’ve got.”

“Isn’t it, though?”


Another voice had joined the fray as the door at the end of the hall, allowing for two men to come running into the hall. Five tense minutes passed as the two strangers struggled to close the curtains. Finally, with a giant heave, they managed it before turning to face the girls.

“Of course it was you two.”

Y/N grinned. There in the door frame, in all of his angry glory, stood Alastor Moody.

“Nobody else would manage to wake her up in such record time.”

“I missed you too, Mad-Eye.”

And she had. After her parents died and she became an Auror, Mad-Eye had been her mentor. He had taught her practically everything she knew.

Mad-Eye grunted in response. The man besides him laughed, brushing his long, black hair out of his face.

“Aw, calm down Mad-Eye. It will never be a normal day without this hag hollering at someone.”

The man turned to face his newest guests, giving them a bright smile. He was handsome. Or, he had been, a long time ago. He couldn’t have been that old, somewhere near his mid-thirties, but the wrinkles on his forehead and the shadows behind his silver eyes said otherwise. As Y/N studied him, she realized his grin was familiar.

“You must be Y/N Y/L/N, one of Mad-Eye’s old protégés, am I right?”

“That’s me.”

“Heard you were a prodigy.”

“I wouldn’t disagree with you.”

Mad-Eye snorted. “I would.”

The stranger’s grin grew, if that was possible. “Nice to meet you, kid. The name’s Sirius Black. I assume you’ve heard of me.”

“Yeah,” Y/N’s eyes didn’t waver from his. “I have.”

“Come on down to the kitchen, and we’ll talk. Tonks and Moody can come too.”

Tonks had opened her mouth, stepping forward and ready to come along, when Moody’s hand landed on her shoulder. “That’s all right, Sirius. We’ll see you both later tonight, during the meeting.”

Y/N was about to comment, not particularly wanting to be left alone with a criminal that her parents had helped to arrest… even though he wasn’t really a criminal. However, Tonks’ loud voice cut her off.

“Right! Yep. We’ll see-”

“Quiet,” Moody growled. “Do you want to wake her?”

Tonks’ eyes widened. Sorry, she mouthed.

Moody rolled his good eye. “See you in a couple of hours.”

Sirius chuckled as the door quietly swung closed behind the Auror mentor and mentee. He watched as Y/N nervously shuffled back and forth on her feet. “Oh, calm down. I’m not an actually a mass murderer. Thought that was part of the briefing.”

Y/N blushed. “It was.”

“Then let’s go have some tea, yeah?”


Y/N was tracing a mark on the kitchen table, eyes focused on her task. Although it startled her, the Auror didn’t flinch as the dark-haired man slammed down her mug in front of her. Sirius sighed deeply as he sunk into his seat across her, tossing his feet up onto the table.




“So! This is awkward.”

Y/N laughed. She felt tense, but Sirius was very good at making her feel comfortable. “Definitely.”

“Y/L/N, right? Yeah, I knew your parents.”

Y/N blushed once again, ducking her head. “I know. They, um, they helped to arrest you.”

Sirius let out a bark of laughter, drawing the young Auror’s attention back up to him. “Not what I meant, but yeah. They did. Don’t worry though. I’m not going to hold it against you. They were doing what they thought was best.”

“Wait, if that wasn’t what you meant… how did you know them?”

“I was part of the original Order as well,” SIrius explained. “They were good people, always wanting to help others. If I’m being honest… I looked up to Eli and Marie.”

“You did?” Y/N hadn’t expected that.

“Oh, yeah.” Sirius folded his hands behind his head, casually leaning back in his chair so that he caused it to only rest on the back two legs. “They were Gryffindors as well, a couple of years above my mates and I. Even then, I looked up to them.”

“Yeah. They were pretty great, weren’t they?”

“Definitely. I was sorry to hear about what happened to them.”

Y/N’s gaze fell back to the mark she was tracing. “Mm, me too.”

Sirius frowned. It was obvious that even after nine years, the girl was still hurting from her loss. Although, who could blame her? Her parents had lost their lives when she was only sixteen. That takes a toll on a person.

“Eli ever tell you about the time he and Kingsley Shacklebolt, another friend of ours (you know, part of the original Order and in Eli’s year), started a food fight during the Closing Feast?”

Y/N eyes widened. Her father joked around, sure. He’d pull the occasional prank on her mum. It was half the reason she believed in true love. Her parents could go from arguing to teasing each other to cuddling in a matter of minutes. She had had that once.

But… Kingsley Shacklebolt? It was difficult to believe that the mad she had always known as ‘professional’ and ‘composed’ used to pull pranks.

“No way.”

Sirius grinned. It was always fun to see people’s reactions to Kingsley’s ‘dark’ past.

“Yes way.”

The next hour and a half was spent filled with laughter as Sirius told Y/N story after story about his past with Eli and Marie. He was in the middle of a thrilling tale about how he, her father, and James Potter had pulled a prank on Kingsley.

“Oi, Sirius!” A familiar voice echoed down the steps into the kitchen. “You here, mate?”

“Yeah! We’ve got a guest as well.”

“Really? Who?”

Y/N’s jaw dropped as her gaze landed on Bill Weasley, her closest friend since she was eleven years old.



The two were hugging in what had to have been less than five seconds. Sirius raised his eyebrow as he watched the old friends reunite. Y/N had her head buried into the oldest Weasley’s neck, and he was holding her so tightly that he had lifted her just enough that her toes brushed the ground.

He cleared his throat, perhaps relishing a little bit too much in making the moment awkward. “I’ll be upstairs. Keep in mind that the meeting should be starting in about thirty minutes, you two.”

For the umpteenth time that night, Y/N blushed, stepping back from her embrace with her friend as Sirius walked back them and up the stairs. Bill, however, simply rolled his eyes. He could hear the older Order member laughing from upstairs.

A calm moment passed as Bill held his friend’s elbows, staring into her eyes. “Heya, Y/N.”

“Hi, Bill.”

The duo laughed, happy to just be in each other’s company again.

“How have you been?” the redheaded man asked, curious to how his best friend had been doing since the last time he had seen her.

“I’ve been… great,” Y/N grinned. “Had the time of my life in Russia.”


“Oh, yeah. Moscow specifically.”

“What were you doing there?” His hand had trailed down her arm, interlacing his fingers with hers and tugging her along behind him over to the table.

“Tracking down Antonin Dolohov. Quite a chase, that one. What about you though? Last time I heard you were a Curse Breaker in Egypt. What are you doing back in London?”

Bill sighed, running his hand up and down Y/N’s arm. They had always been rather touchy with one another. Practically all of Hogwarts had thought they were a couple because of it. Of course, they weren’t. They were just good friends, that was all, even though nobody ever believed them. Y/N and Bill had just never really seen each other… at least, they hadn’t until their seventh year.

They had given each other a shot that year, and it had probably been the happiest year of Y/N’s life. Bill’s too, even though he had never told her. That year had been spent cuddling and talking and having adventures with one another. Honestly, it wasn’t that different from previous years. This one just involved things that were much more intimate, like conversations and… other pass times.

Sadly, they had break it off. Bill was planning to become a Curse Breaker meaning that he would need to travel to places like Egypt, Rome, and Greece. Y/N knew from a very young age that she was going to be an Auror. Although, after a year that was practically spent in heaven, she had reconsidered.

For a millisecond.

Bill had refused for her to give up on her dream. Y/N had been ranting about becoming an Auror since the very first day of their first year. There was no way that he was about to let her give that up.

“Guess I’m back here for the same reason you are,” Bill responded. “The Order of the Phoenix and Lord Voldemort.”

“Yeah,” Y/N laughed without humor. “Sounds about right.”

A comfortable silence passed, Bill playing with Y/N’s fingers as she gazed up at him.

“How long will you be here?” she asked.

“I was actually thinking about staying. For, uh… for good.”


“Yeah.” He stilled his hand and raised his gaze to meet hers. “As long as I’ve got a reason to stay.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

Their stares didn’t waver from one another. Y/N nervously licked her lips as Bill leaned forward, raising a calloused hand to cup her soft cheek. His lips were a hair’s breadth away from her own, when he whispered, “I’ve missed you, Y/N.”

She was about to reply, when their lips touched and she was suddenly thrown back in time to her seventh year at Hogwarts and light pecks and heavy kisses and laughter and teasing and arguing and cuddling in the common room late into the night.

Y/N let out a ragged gasp as Bill pulled away. The kiss had barely lasted five seconds, and yet there was so much passion and past behind it.

“I’ve missed you too, Bill.”

His thumb softly stroked her cheek, intently studying her face as if her were once again trying to commit every part of her to memory. “Is there any chance you have something to stay for?”

“As long as you do.”

Bill grinned and Y/N had to admit that she felt as though she had found the thing she had been looking for during her years undercover.

“I do,” he replied. “I definitely do.”

Y/N laughed, and practically launched herself into Bill’s arms and she felt like she had finally returned home after eight years.

“Oi, you two done reuniting, yet? I mean, is it safe?”

Bill laughed, standing and pulling Y/N along with him, refusing to release her from his grip after having to go so long without her. Their one year together had been the best year of his life. Sure, he had agreed to break it off and move on. It wasn’t exactly what he had wanted. If Bill had to give up his hopes and dreams to be with Y/N he’d do in a heartbeat, but he’d never ask that of her. He had let her go, wishing her the best and hoping that she’d be happy, because if he was being perfectly honest, as long as she was happy, he’d be okay.

But he hadn’t been. He had missed her every second of every minute of every day for the past eight years. It had hurt to let her go, and it still hurt him to this day to even think about it.

Now, though… well, now she was back and everything that his life had been aiming towards in the past eight years had finally fallen into place. Everything felt… right.

“Sod off, Sirius. It’s safe.”

The grin that Sirius wore was a bit too big for Y/N’s tastes. “Sorry, mate. Couldn’t resist.”

“Of course, you couldn’t,” she laughed.

The dark-haired man rolled his eyes, once again taking the seat across from the young Auror and tossing his feet onto the old table. “The meeting is about to start. Tonks and Mad-Eye just got back, and Kingsley Shacklebolt’s here as well.”

“Thanks for the heads up.”

“No problem, mate.”

Y/N was stuck between wanting to laugh as Sirius’ teasing of her and Bill, which was obviously grating on the redhead’s nerves, and also being annoyed by it.

The newly refreshed couple once again sat down, clutching each other’s hands beneath the table and whispering to one another as people filled the kitchen. It had been strange for Y/N to see people she had either never met or hadn’t seen in ages united for a common cause. As she looked around at the calm and cheerful crowd, the Auror had to grin. Her home was on the brink of war, and she knew that these people were ready to give up their lives to not only protect each other, but all of the innocent people who might lose their lives due to a genocide.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, an old family friend was there, arguing with Alastor Moody, her mentor. Tonks and Sirius exchanged stories, laughing so hard that their eyes watered. Minerva McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts, sat scowling at Mundungus Fletcher as he slept. Arthur and Molly Weasley weren’t there, but Y/N had been informed that they and the youngest four Weasley children would soon be moving into Number 12 Grimmauld Place in order to be a bigger part of the Order. Remus Lupin was smiling as he listened to the conversations around him.

“It’s good to be home,” Bill whispered into her ear. “Isn’t it?”

If she was being honest, Y/N didn’t really care all that much. In fact, she was already missing the adventure and thrill that came along with being undercover.

Then again, Bill was there. Bill was home. The person she knew she had been in love with since she was seventeen years old. She wouldn’t necessarily say that she regretted leaving him behind in order to further her career. She loved doing undercover work as an Auror. It had been an amazing adventure.

However, as she looked at Bill, it occurred to her that maybe it was time to… settle down. To move past endless adventures, and if she did that, Bill would be the perfect person to do that with. He’d been a part of some of her best adventures. He was the one who knew her best.

He was home.

Wow, that took a long time to get to Bill. Sorry, this imagine had a mind of it’s own. I’m not even sure it totally makes sense.

Oh, well! I hope you enjoyed!

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