i remember my mother telling me i needed to burn my harry potter books

Bedtime stories

Ta-da!! Another day, another challenge entry! This cute little drabble is for the lovely @impala-dreamer and her one prompt for all challenge - it had to be Dean x Reader, no more then 3000 words and I had to use the prompt exactly as it was given (you’ll find it bolded)

Word count: 822

Characters: Dean Winchester, wife Reader, Lucas Winchester (OMC), Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Warnings: one swear word, daddy Dean (yes that needs mentioning - your ovaries will thank me)

 Walking through the bunker, I follow the sound of laughter to my son’s room. If someone had told me several years ago that I’d be living in an underground fortress and raising a kid I probably would’ve laughed in their face. But then I met the Winchesters. It took 3 werewolves and 1 horrendous dive bar to change the path of my future, and I wouldn’t change a single second of it – well maybe the part where I got clawed to hell and back.  

After much back and forth between me and the elder brother, I became Mrs Winchester 4 years ago (well as much as I could anyway – not much you can do when the man you love is considered legally dead). And just over 9 months after that, our family grew bigger with the arrival of our honeymoon baby. 

Leaning against the door frame, I smile at the sight before me. My mini-Dean is bouncing up and down on his bed and throwing his favourite stuffed moose onto the floor time and time again as his dad tries to get him ready for bed.

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Achluophobia: Friday

Title: Achluophobia: Friday, Part 1 of 4
Author: @piecesofscully
Rating: PG-13 - Strong R
Timeline: Mid-season 7
Notes:  A HUGE thank you to @bohoartist for holding my hand through writing this, sending encouraging feedback when needed, and just being a badass beta in general.  Media credit to @bohoartist as well. I don’t deserve you.  So much love to @kateyes224 my baeta, for polishing my words and making them better.


Yellowed porch lights from neighboring houses punch orbs of brightness into the colorless night that hangs heavily behind the living room windows.  

“Lindsey!”  Her mother’s voice carries down the stairs to the couch that Lindsey sits on.  Joey, her younger brother, glances at her over his tower of Legos that perches atop the coffee table.  Ignoring his glare, she pulls her comic book closer to her face, her eyes straining to make sense of the jagged lines of the drawings at a too-close distance.

“Linds!”  She hears her mother’s sing-song call again.

“Mom’s calling you, you should answer,” Joey says as he rummages through the plastic toy pieces in front of him, before settling on a long red plank and places it at the top of his creation.  Lindsey chuckles and rolls her eyes as she snuggles herself deeper into the couch cushions.  Her little brother is the personification of innocence with his bright blue eyes and freckled cheeks, both of which lend credence to his invariably angelic attitude.

“She’ll come down and get me if she needs me.”  She can feel his eyes on her still as she nonchalantly flips the page of her book and smirks.  “Lighten up, punk.”

In a flurry, their mother enters the living room with her arms full of dirty laundry and her curly mahogany hair wisping wildly in every direction.  Recently laid off from her job as a bookkeeper, her days are spent doing laundry, meal-prepping for the week ahead, and whirling throughout their house like an F5 tornado with a purpose.

“Didn’t you hear me calling you?”  she asks, her voice as weightless as the flowy blouse she’s donned.

Lindsey shakes her head ‘no’ as her little brother speaks.  “She did.”

“Tattletale,” Lindsey mumbles. Joey shrugs.

Their mother sighs, and then chuckles as she flits around the furniture, dusting here and there with a stray sock.  “Linds, you really need to remember to blow out your candles before falling asleep.  You’re gonna burn the house down.”

“I like the light,” Lindsey responds as she flips a page of her book.

“Well, then we can get you a night-light.  A night-light won’t catch the curtains on fire.”

“Mom!  I’m fifteen, I can’t have a night-light.  If my friends saw that, it would be like freaking social suicide.”

“Language, please,” their mother warns.  “You know I don’t like it when you say freaking.  That’s just another variation of a cuss word, and we don’t talk like that in this house.”

“I have a night-light,” Joey offers.

“You’re eight, no one cares if you have one,” Lindsey replies.

“Linds, being afraid of the dark, at any age, is nothing to be ashamed of,” her mother says as she crouches and begins to pull stray socks from underneath the couch, tucking them to the heap of clothing under her arm.  “I know plenty of adults that sleep with the bathroom light on.”

“I’m not afraid of the dark!”

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Puppy Love

Originally posted by ofallingstar

Character: Harry Potter (Year 2)

Prompt: None

A/n: I was watching the Harry Potter weekend this television channel runs like once a month and I’m doing a book report on Chamber of Secrets and I came to realize how much I love the earlier installments of the series both book and film. Plus first love fics are always cute.


“Don’t come back inside until I tell you to!” Shrieked Aunt Petunia as she all but shoved Harry outside. “I have to make this dinner perfect for the Mason’s and I can’t have you lolling about the kitchen getting in my way!”

Harry walked aimlessly out of the front garden as he made his way to his bench down the street, muttering about how wretched his day was going and it wasn’t even midday.

He continued to sulk until his ears perked as he heard a familiar voice that made his cheeks and neck begin to burn.


He whirled around to find you sitting among your sunflower bushes, a place he often saw you from his bedroom window or on the rare occasions the Dursley’s took him out of the house.

You had lived on the other side of Privet Drive for as long as he could remember. But he had never really spoken to you until the previous year when he saw you at the Sorting Ceremony.

Harry’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he heard your name and even more so when he saw you in the flesh, sitting on the stool, waiting to be assigned to a house.

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The Black Family Tree (Part 2)

Ship: Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw!Reader

A/N: Based off of an imagine by @my-fandom-imagine

As Ron flipped open the tapestry of the Fat Lady and Harry followed with Hermione and they climbed in. They were feeling stuffed after the “welcome back from the holidays” feast, but Hermione wouldn’t let them go to bed quite yet- there were important matters to deal with.

She lead them into the corner around a small wooden table with plush armchairs and she burst. “Harry! What do you mean you think that she might be your cousin?! Do you think she knows? Has Sirius met her? Who are her parents? Are you even correct about this?” All of this came out in a rush, making it hard to keep up.

Ron hit his head back on the back of the soft headrest and pinched the bridge of his nose. He hissed, “I am tired and so close to leaving because I honestly don’t have the patience to care.”

“RON!” Hermione cuffed him in the back of the head.

Harry began, “Well, (Y/N) Black is on the Black family tree, and is completely identical to (Y/N) Zabini. So I am guessing they are the same person. (Y/N) Black is Regulus’ daughter, but he is dead, killed by Voldemort. Regulus was a Death Eater you know.”

Hermione’s face lit up in realization, “She lives alone from what I heard- after her mom died. It makes sense because she didn’t know her father. Her mother probably didn’t tell her about her father because she didn’t want her knowing about her father doing that, because she didn’t want (Y/N) turning too. Her mother was a Zabini, I am fairly certain.”

Harry and Ron exchanged looks, Ron’s eyebrows disappearing into his red hair. Hermione clapped her hands together once, got up, and left after like it was no big deal. Ron eyes darted back and forth in between his two friends.

“Bloody h*ll, Harry. I guess you have a cousin now.”

Harry and Ron got up out of their chairs and headed upstairs to their fifth year room.

Two weeks later, Harry swiftly strolled down the stairs and into the Great Hall. Hermione was pouring some orange juice into a goblet and Ron waved Harry over. Ginny grinned cheerily at him as he sat down across from her. Harry looked over at the Ravenclaws, a daily habit, seeing (Y/N) with a book propped up against a flask in front of her.

Hermione said, “We have Charms with the Hufflepuffs this morning.” She had their timetables memorized since the first week so the rest of the trio never bothered to even check what classes they had anymore. Harry slathered some marmalade on his toast and ate quickly before swinging his bag over his shoulder before heading out with his friends.

As they walked out of Potions later after Charms, Harry, Ron and Hermione went through the corridors of the dungeons.

Hermione spoke up, “we have a break for a while now. I am heading back to our dormitories to drop off my things. Ron,” she turned toward him, “I know you are going to forget your things- you are coming with me!” She took him by the ear and lead him upstairs with a, “See you soon, Harry!”

So, Harry walked up several flights stairs and went through the third floor hallway. On the window sil, there was a book lying there. He turned to it and opened it to find patterns and designs weaved with ink on the first page. He sat in the sil and began to flip through it.

He found pieces of loose parchment paper with ideas, and doodles with rough copies of notes. As he went through it became more colourful. Graceful drawings of ravens and wolves together, which he read in a Muggle book in school, were two species that seemed to get along quite well. The patterns weaved around quotes and he found a page with ripped pieces of different parchment. They were little as two words to a few whole lines of a sentence. They all made up into a graceful poem. Harry flipped the page to find the same poem rewritten in calligraphy, he could just imagine the quill gracefully gliding across the page. So much detail and weaving was brought to the page with watercolours fading towards the top.

He fingered through the book, his fingers catching on the delicate, yet rough pages. At the last page, there was a picture of a raven with silver details, taking flight beside the name, (Y/N) (Y/M/N) Zabini. Harry was astounded at the arts in the book, he knew that the Ravenclaws were talented at art, but never knew that they could create this much beauty! He went off to find (Y/N) to give it back, she must be worried about losing her artwork.

He looked around and headed to the stairs. As he ran up them, he saw a figure a few flights up. The (Y/H/C) locks of hair bounced with each step she took,  skipping every second step on the staircase.

Harry picked up his pace and quickly met up with her on the stairs.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) quickly turned around and scowled. Tristan has all day- well the past two weeks- has been telling her when Harry Potter (apparently the “Chosen One”) has been staring at her. She was really p*ssed at how he was always looking her way. It annoyed her at how she could no longer go unnoticed and make mistakes like tripping clumsily over her own feet.

“What do you want Potter?” (Y/N) flipped her ponytail around as she turned toward him.

Harry frowned slightly at her behavior, but didn’t question it. She was known for being salty towards people that she didn’t talk to.

(Y/N) raised her eyebrow and looked at his clothes. His robes had a few wrinkles in it, and his tie was not properly tied, with twists in the loops. She then noticed the leather bound book in his hands and smiled.

Harry put out the book to hand it to her, and said, “I found this and thought that you might want it.”

(Y/N) grinned and sighed as she shook her head. “No, Harry, you can keep it.”

Harry frowned and asked, “what do you mean?”

She smiled and replied, “Well it all started last year, when I misplaced my ‘A History of Magic’ book. I was really angry and frustrated because I absolutely hate losing things. A while later, someone came up to me and handed me my book. They found it but just happened to not have one, which they needed for a project so they borrowed it until the owl could deliver the copy they ordered.

“Well while they were using mine, they found the doodles I put across the pages my quotes and scribbly doodles, because I have a bad habit to and write all over my parchment paper and books. He said he found them pretty inspirational and cute.” (Y/N) tucked a stray hair behind her ear and leaned against the railing.

“So I can keep it?” (Y/N) nodded her head.

“Yeah that is the black book I used for my thoughts and notes this year in November. I went around the school stashing them in places around the Christmas holidays.”

Harry looked down, suddenly remembering what he promised Hermione. He cleared his throat and said, “I have been meaning to tell you something…”

(Y/N) closed her eyes and thought, oh no, my friends have been teasing me about this and how he keeps on staring at me… okay… (Y/N). If he asks you out just decline. Simply tell him the truth, that you don’t see him that way.

Harry looked at (Y/N) and said, “I discovered that you are my cousin, during the holidays.”

P.O.V. - Reader

I froze. I couldn’t move. It was impossible that “The Boy Who Lived” is my cousin! His family is all “Go Gryffindor!” And my family is all “Go Slytherin!” Yeah I don’t know who my father is- but how could he know?!

Harry shakes his head and ran a hand through his hair and said, “my Godfather is your uncle. I just learned who your father is.”

All I could do is shake my head- denying it- and run up the stairs. Harry began to follow so I went up the stairs by threes, sprinting up the stairs. I soon out took the fast Seeker, and ran up to the Ravenclaw dormitory tower.

I ran up to the door and the cool clear voice asked me, “Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed. What am I?“

I breathlessly answered, “A… uhm… a…”

I took a few deep breaths, and thought of the riddle books I read in my free time to train my mind. “A mask.”

The door swung open and I darted inside. The common room had a few small handfuls of students across it so I went by the fireplace and collapsed on the midnight blue love seat.

I bunched my knees into my chest and I began to remember the scene. I began to hyperventilate again trying to take breaths- only able to gasp and wheeze. My eyes filled with tears. I don’t know who my father is- and I don’t want to know. All I know is that my mother loved him- and he left one night a few months before I was due, and he didn’t come back. It hurt her so much that she was strong purely for me, but later let the pain consume her. She was so ill she died, leaving me alone. It was all my father’s fault.

Dumbledore asked me about it, and I told him I was fine and could take care of myself during the two long summer months. I didn’t want him to see through me. I don’t want people to know I am weak.

I was getting a few strange looks around the common room. I wiped my tears as my minimal amount of makeup washed off, that hid my lack of sleep. A couple minutes later, the head of the Ravenclaw house, Professor Flitwick, bustled in. He stopped bouncing merrily when he saw me, his smile fell and replaced with a shocked look. He turned to a concerned looking group in the corner and went over to them. They murmured a few words to him and he rushed over.

My gasping breaths burned my throat, students unsure of what to do. Professor Flitwick came in front of me, his face blurred by the tears in my eyes. He calmly asked, “(Y/N), what happened?”

I tried to reply, but only wheezing came out. He whipped out his wand and mumbled a few words before the darkness enclosed around me.

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Save Me.

Originally posted by nobodycaressowhat

Requested: No.

Word Count: 1,516

Pairings: George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Torture?

“Detention!” The high shrill scream caught me off guard, slowly shrinking into my seat, a big grin grows on her face as a small giggle escapes her mouth running shivers down my spine. Looking over towards the boy who sat to my left, he gave a small smile and nothing more.

“This goes as a warning to all of you. Anyone, who speaks out of turn and disobeys an order will be given immediate detention with a punishment to match the crime.”

“Crime? You think high school student are committing a crime by speaking out of turn?” I question and she frowns. “I don’t think you want to push it Miss Y / L / N.” she hisses and I just scowl. “Professor, you and I both know that there something bad going on at Hogwarts and it would be best if we could learn how to defend ourselves, rather than just learn it in theory.”

“Miss Y / L / N, If you speak out of turn one more time, I will be giving you six months detention.” She yelps, the sound making me cringe as I huff and slump back down into my chair. “Just be quiet, don’t make things any worse than they already are.” The lanky red head beside me says, his brother nodding silently in agreement on the other side.

“Thanks George, I’ll remember that in detention.” I mumble and he just shrugs a small smile on his face. “Just don’t do anything else that’ll get you in trouble.” He finishes and I just look down at the book on my desk.


“Professor, you wanted me to meet you.” I say walking into the overly pink office, where the short lady sat behind her desk, a cup of pink tea in her hands and a creepy smile plastered on her face.

“Yes, yes. If you wouldn’t mind taking a seat in the chair over there, and then we will begin.” She says motioning to the chair in the corner. I nod and place my bag on the ground beside the chair and take a hesitant seat.

“Miss Y / L / N, it has occurred to me that you do in fact have muggle parents.” She says and I nod slowly squinting my eyes at her. “You know, I’m not a big fan of witches with mixed blood, it often makes them more useless than they were before. I knew you mother back in the day, she was a bitch that one—“

“Don’t you dare say anything about my mother. She is a better witch than you will ever be.” A loud crack is heard around the room as he palm intercepts with my face, harshly.

“I have had enough of you, and your silly remarks.” She says her face turning a bright pink as her voice seems to go up an octave or two. Grabbing a small letter cutter from her desk she walks over to me pulling the sleeve up to my elbows before giving me a gruesome smile pressing the knife to my forearm.

“What do you think I should write?” She coos pressing the knife deeper into the flesh. “I know the perfect word.” She says her hand moving slowly has she carves the letter deeply into the skin of my arm.

The skin was burning as she pulled away the smile continuing to grow on her face. “I think you are well aware of the meaning of this word and I suggest you listen to it.” She purrs pushing some hair behind my ear.

“Now for the next part of this detention, you will be asked some questions and failure to answer will result in immediate punishment.” She instructs and I nod slowly keeping as quiet as possible, my hand pressing tightly against the wound on my forearm.

“What activities has Harry Potter and his fellow classmates been participating in?” She question and I just gape. “I-I don’t know.” I stumble on the words and she frowns.

“Wrong answer.” She hisses before pointing her wand towards me a light of red wrapping around my body as a sharp pain wraps around my bones, letting out a loud screech I thrash against the pain trying to get it to stop. Thirty seconds was enough to get me breathless and faint.

“Now we will try this again. What activities has Harry Potter and his fellow classmates been participating in?” She says and I just let out a low whimper as I repeat the same answer. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, and even if I did I would never tell you anything.” I hiss back, my muscles tensing, preparing myself for the pain. Her face grew darker as she flicked her wand the red flicker being the only thing I saw, clenching my eyes shut and let out another painful cry.

“Professor Umbridge!” The door bursts open, Professor Snape walking in his wand at the ready as he disarms the short lady. A tall red head walk through the door next, the lanky boy running straight to where I sat my arms clawing at the arms of the chair as I try to forget what happened.

“Y / N. Y / N, it’s me George, please I need you to open your eyes for me.” His voice was distressed as he places his hands lightly on my own stopping their movements. Flinching away from him he takes his hands off me before placing them lightly on my cheeks.

“Please, just open your eyes for ten seconds, thats all I need.” He says and I nod slowly opening my eyes slowly the sight of him making me want to bury myself in a whole.

“Mr Weasley, you might want to consider escorting Miss Y / L / N to the hospital wing. And If I were you I would do it quickly. The cruciatus curse will not only shut her down physically, but if she doesn’t receive medical attention in the next ten minutes, her mind will shut itself down.” Snape hisses and George nods before pulling me tightly against him, one arm under my thighs the other around my back.

Lifting me from the lounge he being his way out of the office and to the hospital wing continuously asking questions along the way.

“Listen to me Y / N once we get you all cosy in a bed you can sleep but for now you need to keep talking to me, okay? Can you do that?” He asks and I nod making him smile.

“Madam Pomfrey, we have an emergency.”George yells and the lady comes running out of her small office, shock on her face as she ushers him towards a bed. “Mr Weasley, I suggest you wait out in the hallway.” She says tapping softly on my face before pulling my arm towards her, her face twisting in disgust.

“I can’t leave her, not until I know she will be alright.” He says and she just shakes her head before scurrying back into her office the sound of glass tapping being heard.

“Y / N I wont leave unless you want me to. But please don’t close your eyes, just keep watching me okay.” He says and I let out a small nod.


Opening my eyes slowly and blinking several times I look beside me seeing a sleeping George Weasley, his head resting on the edge of the bed, his hand gripping mine tightly.

“He’s hasn’t left for three days. We’ve had to assign someone to bring him food.” Madam Pomfrey say coming over with a small tray with a sandwich, orange juice and some potato chips. “I’m so sorry dear, I couldn’t stop the scaring, but the food will help with the healing, and you have some medicine besides you to take after you eat.” She say motion to each thing as she went along.

“Oh and you might want to wake the poor boy up, he’s basically gone mad while your were asleep.” She finished before going back to the office.

“George? Georgie wake up.” I coo shaking his shoulder lightly as he jumps from his seat wand in his right hand eyes darting around the room. “George, over here.” I say and his eyes stay wide as he turns to face me, a big smile casting over his face.

“You…you’re…how…awake?” He says his sentence not seeming to form. “Yes George, I am awake and well.” I say and he flops back into his chair his eyes watering.

“I’m so glad… I though you would leave me.” He whispers and I send him a worried look as he sits up straight bringing my hand into his.

“George, I would love to tell you how perfect you are, but you haven’t gotten proper sleep in days, according to Madam Pomfrey and I know you love to sleep. So how about we meet later after you’ve had at least eight hours rest.” I say and he frowns but stands up slowly.

“I’ll be back after dinner.” He says leaning forward, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before hesitantly walking away.

A / N

As you may have noticed the Twins are my favourites and considering I have no requests yet there will be many stories about them coming out.

Embarrassed (Remus Lupin - Marauders Era)

Request: Hi i was wondering if you could do something from the marauder era where remus goes on a date and the guys keep trying to make him do something humiliating, thanks btw i love your blog

(Decided to try first person because I’ve noticed how many times I had to use the word ‘you’ before!)


A warm, gentle breeze swept across the castle grounds, tenderly caressing my face as I nervously walked towards the small but beautiful village of Hogsmeade. Today was the day of my date with Remus Lupin- the quieter member of the Marauders- and just the thought of it was causing a huge, uncontrollable smile to plaster itself across my face.

Upon entering the Three Broomsticks, I immediately noticed the lanky boy with sandy brown hair sat in a booth towards the back of the pub. He sat anxiously fiddling with the sleeves of his cinnamon-coloured sweater. As I approached, his gaze focussed on me, a lopsided grin etched across his face.

“Hey Remus!” I gave a small wave before sliding into the booth next to him.

“Y/N,” he whispered, “y-you look really pretty.”

I could feel my cheeks burning from his words.

“Thank you,” I smiled, “I really like your sweater!”

His cheeks tinged with pink as he muttered a thank you. I took a sip of the Butterbeer that Remus had ordered for me prior to my arrival, before starting a new conversation.

“Tell me about yourself. Hobbies? Interests? Family?”

"Well, I’m Remus John Lupin, my father is Lyall Lupin and my mother is Hope Lupin. I’m an only child but James, Sirius and Peter are like brothers to me.” Remus smiled absentmindedly whilst talking about his friends, “I enjoy reading books, eating chocolate and sometimes playing pranks with the boys.”

"I love pranking!” My eyes lit up as soon as he mentioned the word. He seemed amused by my sudden exclamation.

“The one I’m most proud of would have to be…” I trailed off, deep in thought. “The time I dyed Lucius Malfoy’s ‘luscious locks’ pink!”

“THAT WAS YOU!” Remus cried, between fits of laughter. “We got blamed for that and were given detention everyday for a month!”

“Oops?” I giggled, remembering the Marauders’ shocked, angry faces at being accused of a prank that they hadn’t actually performed. Although, the annoyance didn’t last very long as everywhere they went, students were high-fiving them or congratulating them. They seemed to enjoy the attention.

After the two of us sobered from laughing, Remus lifted his mug to take a gulp of Butterbeer when it suddenly flung out of his grasp and onto my lap. I instantly felt the warm substance soak my clothes and looked up to see Remus’ horrified expression. I heard laughter erupt from a nearby table and didn’t need to turn my head to know it was the other three Marauders.

“I’m so sorry, it was an accident. I didn’t mean to.” Remus stumbled over his words, blushing frantically and grabbing napkins to try to soak up the drink. I just giggled at the boy.

“It’s fine, Remus,” I smiled sincerely at him and pushed the napkins away. “We don’t need those, there are spells for this kind of thing!”

I pulled out my wand. Muttering the incantation, I felt my clothes dry in seconds and sighed with relief. “Let’s get out of here.”

After browsing round a few shops, Remus and I decided to enter Honeydukes. The shop was filled with Hogwarts students, purchasing new and exciting candy.

“I have a slight obsession with Honeydukes Best Chocolate!” Remus smiled, taking a few bars off the shelf.

“Who doesn’t love chocolate?” I laughed as we paid for our items and walked back into the town.

The two of us slowly strolled around the small village, in a comfortable silence, occasionally commenting on the surroundings. I took a chance and laced our fingers together, glancing up to see a blush burning on Remus’ cheeks.

Suddenly, I felt Remus’ body lurch forward as he fell to the ground, dragging me down on top of him. I heard the same familiar laughter from behind us but instead of reacting, I chose to focus on Remus. His face was only a few inches away from mine. I glanced between his lips and his gleaming eyes, before leaning in further, closing the gap between us. The second our lips touched, a overwhelming feeling of joy spread through my body, causing me to smile against his lips. The kiss only lasted a few seconds but it was amazing. We pushed ourselves off the ground, looking behind me to spot three gob-smacked boys. I smirked at them and gave them a look to say 'I know what you’ve been doing’, which caused them to turn and speedily walk in the opposite direction.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

Remus blushed and muttered something along the lines of “I’m going to kill them” under his breath before turning around and pressing his lips to mine one again.