For being the God of Death, Niall has a habit of acting on ideas without thinking them through. It’s probably why Harry ends up with an unexpected but entirely welcome visitor in his bed the day after a Mount Olympus party.
the one where Louis is an annoying customer who won’t leave Harry’s shop on time, and Harry is counting down the seconds until Louis leaves. Until a chance encounter at a concert, and suddenly, Harry really doesn’t want Louis to leave.
Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3,633
A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long to update. I had family and school things to attend to but here it is! The final part of Catch Me - I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you to everyone who reblogged/liked/commented on any part of this story. I adore each and every one of you.
“We’re all needed for this mission,” Steve states from the front of the conference room. His lips are set in a straight line and there are no hints of the smile he was wearing only half an hour earlier when the two of you were eating lunch together. It goes to show that something as seemingly insignificant as a ten-minute phone call can change everything.
“What is it this time?”
“Infiltration.” Steve hesitates before adding, “Of a HYDRA base.”
Bucky who, for the first time ever, voluntarily chose to sit next to you for this meeting, clenches his fists under the table.
“Even me?” Bruce questions, stealing your attention away from HYDRA’s former golden boy. He’s fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater and you wish you could offer him some kind of comfort. You know how opposed he is to becoming the big, green monster unless it’s absolutely necessary.
“We’re only going to need your medical expertise for this one Doc.”
“Oh thank god.” Bruce sinks back in his seat and relief floods through you. At least someone is guaranteed to come out of this mission unscathed.
Wednesday is rumored to have caused a wave of extra fingers and toes. “Rumored” only because it cannot be definitively attributed to Wednesday. While some citizens who have been afflicted state that they are inconvenienced, there has also been an uptick in jewelry sales. Some have also found the extra phalanges to be useful in their daily crafts. It just goes to show that it’s up to you to make the most of unexpected body parts.
Back with another thing because I really have no self control when it comes to writing about Peter Parker. The amount of blogs I followed recently have definitely went up - I used to mostly follow tumblrs for animals because they are all cute and I love looking at their photos. But that aside, I really want to try and explore Ned more cause I really enjoy him too but perhaps, one thing at a time.
PS: Remember that sneak peek thing I did? It’s still nowhere near done but it’s over 7000 words already and I think it’s safe to say that it’s Beauty and The Beast inspired AU. Anyways, I don’t know when that will see the light so enjoy reading this - 1.6k of hopefully, floof!
Ned Leeds takes pride in being Peter
Parker’s closest friend and quite possibly one of his best friends too. He also
takes pride in the fact that Peter confides in him about quite a lot of things.
So of course, Ned is well aware of Peter’s secret alter-ego: The Spiderman. Ned
likes to think that he knows quite a lot of things and that is a statement not
a suggestion. He knows that Peter rejected The Tony Starks’ offer about moving
upstate and becoming an official member of the Avengers. He also knows that
Peter’s Aunt May knows about Peter being The Spiderman. In short, Ned knows
quite a lot of things about Peter that would take too long to list out even if
he has a lot of time on his hands. Out of all of those things that Ned knows –
he is quite sure that Peter does not know about his own growing crush on you.
Ned brings his tray of food towards the
table where Peter is currently sitting, pining after you. It is almost comical
to see him like this – a few months ago, Peter had the same expression as the
both of them looked on Liz Allen putting up the homecoming poster; good times. Whenever
Peter develops a crush on someone, it’s never subtle and being the supportive
best friend that he is, of course, he would join Peter by the table and copied
his exact position: elbow to the table, resting his chin in his palm as he too
stares in the same direction Peter is staring at.
To no one’s surprise – especially not Ned’s
because he definitely already expected this – Peter is staring longingly,
dreamingly, lovingly at you. Ned wonders how long he can keep this up before Peter
finally realizes what Ned is doing. When Peter lets out a sigh, Ned could not
help but snicker causing the latter’s elbow to slide off the table in surprise.
Peter looks at Ned, eyes wide. “Hey, man –
you startled me.” He shakes his head before glancing in the direction he had
been looking earlier and when he looks back at Ned, Ned is smirking at him –
the glint in his eyes is scaring Peter just a little bit. “I don’t have a crush
on Y/N.” He hisses quietly to Ned who lets out a laugh, patting his back.
“I didn’t say anything though, Peter.” Ned
points out, chuckling under his breath before turning to look at Peter. His
cheeks are slightly flush and the tips of his ears are red too. Peter sputters
incoherently before looking away from Ned – this time to slowly eat his
forgotten lunch. Ned snickers quietly to himself and begins to eat his food.
The two of them are quiet for a while
before Ned decides to check on Peter again. Peter is back to staring at you
again and Ned slowly leans in towards Peter, his lips are almost touching Peter’s
ear now and whispers, “You’re staring again.” Surprised by Ned’s voice, Peter
hits his knees on the table, letting out a curse word so loud some people
turned to glance at the two of them, including you. His eyes widen and
dismisses them before turning to look at Ned.
“What?” He spits out, rubbing his stinging
knees. His heart is racing a mile a minute because he can feel your eyes on his
back before you look away.
Ned pulls back, a smug smirk on his face. “Y/N;
you were practically drooling a minute ago.” He snickers causing Peter to punch
him lightly in the arm. Ned feigns hurt. “Ow – stop using your power to hurt
me, Peter.” Peter waves his hands right in front of Ned, looking around
frantically to see if anyone heard him, shushing him.
“You are so loud, Ned!” Peter whines. “Why
don’t you announce it to the entire world then – no, Ned, that was not me
giving you permission. It’s still a secret and you’ve promised.” Peter reminds
Ned who simply nods his head. He is only teasing Peter – it’s not like he
really will tell anyone Peter’s darkest kept secret. “And no, I was not
drooling.” Peter murmurs as he returns back to his seat, letting out a sigh.
“Yeah, you’re right.” Ned nods his head.
He sees that you have stopped talking with your friends now and MJ is pulling
you in the direction of the table the two of them are currently at so Ned
decides to speed things up. “I mean; why would anyone even have a crush on Y/N?
Like what would anyone see in her?”
Peter frowns. “What?” He exclaims, a
little bit affronted with what Ned had just said. “Why would anyone not like
Y/N? She is beyond amazing, nice and have you ever heard her laugh? Literally
the entire world just stops and it’s like – “ Peter stops talking altogether
and stares at Ned in surprise. Ned stares back before Peter groans and buries
his head in his hands. “I can’t believe I fell for that.” He groans once more.
Ned smiles to himself before he nudges
Peter. Peter mumbles incoherently through his fingers before lifting his head
up. Ned motions for Peter to look across their table and the moment Peter turns
around, he almost falls off from the bench because standing right across their
table are MJ and the person he had just been talking about! His eyes widen
(almost comically to Ned) when he realizes what had just happened.
“How long, how long have you been stand –
standing there?” Peter stutters as he stares at the both of you. If only he had
the ability to make the earth swallow him whole, he would gladly use that and
never come out to the surface ever again because he is just extremely
horrified, embarrassed and afraid of the rejection to come and he had only just
realized he has feelings for you too!
MJ smirks at him before stepping aside,
causing you to be in Peter’s direct view. Your cheeks are beat red and you know
even without looking at the mirror that your face is red. You cannot believe
your ears to be quite honest! Peter Parker – the same guy you have been
crushing on ever since you entered this high school sorta, kinda probably has a
crush on you too? Is this why MJ was very adamant that you should really meet
and talk to Peter? Had she known?
“Long enough, you nerd.” MJ says with
mirth in her eyes. This is definitely one of the best things that has ever happened
without her interference. She leans forward to hi-five Ned. Ned grins widely at
her. “Now let’s leave the kids alone, Ned.” MJ instructs, snickering to herself
at the slight panic and affronted looks both you and Peter have.
Ned brings his tray with him when he
leaves with MJ, the both of them giggling over what they have just orchestrated.
That leaves Peter and you staring at each other, shyly.
“Um – can I sit beside you?” You finally
managed to gather the courage to ask him. Peter’s jaw drops slightly before he
nods his head a couple of times, causing you to giggle quietly as you round the
table to sit beside him. Peter is staring at you all the while and you tuck
your hair behind your ear before looking back at him. “We, uh, haven’t formerly
met but um, I’m Y/N,” You tell him.
“I’m Peter – Peter Parker, yeah, yeah, uh,
so how much of the conservation – I mean conversation did you hear?” Peter asks
as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, glancing at you. It feels a little
bit surreal right now – he honestly cannot believe he fell for the oldest trick
in the book and he also almost cannot believe his two friends have set him up.
You shrug your shoulders, not really
wanting to tell Peter you heard the entire thing because you really do not want
to embarrass him any further. Your silence is probably answer enough for Peter
and he groans before nodding his head, murmuring under his breath.
You reach over to place your hand on top
of Peter’s causing the latter to stiffen slightly as he slowly lifts his head
to stare at you with his eyes wide. “If it makes you feel any better, I, um,
kinda like you?”
To Peter, your words are as unexpected as
they are welcome and he nods his head, trying his hardest to fight the grin
that threatened to appear on his face. “Yeah, um, it actually does,” Peter
turns his hand around so that he can actually hold your hand in his. You smile
at your joined hands and look at Peter’s smiling face. “I like you a lot, Y/N
and uh, would you want to go on a date? With me? After school?” He questions,
instantly resulting in a small giggle from you as you nod your head.
“I’d love to, Peter.” You tighten your
hold on Peter’s hand and his expression goes bright as he nods his head. The
bell rings and the two of you are startled out of the moment. You bite the
inside of your cheek to stop yourself from frowning because you really want to
spend some more time with Peter.
your reluctance, Peter touches the side of your face softly. He gives you a
smile that is able to instantaneously makes you feel better. “How about – can I
- I walk – walk you to class?” Peter looks at you expectantly and you nod your
head. The smile on his face grows bigger and he stands up from the bench before
helping you up. There are still a few people around the cafeteria but they were
not paying attention much. The two of you are able to have a few more minutes
to yourselves as Peter walks you to your class, still holding your hand.
I read this yesterday and the most random thought struck my head in which Macron is a huge Trudeau fan and he travels to Canada on a diploamtic trip and ends making an accidental fool of himself by fanboying over Trudeau while they’re drinking tea and the security guards in the room just dead ass stare at each other because ohmygod this happens every damn day.
Also, headcanon that on this trip to Canada, Macron purchased THESE socks:
And when he sits back down after picking up his fallen napkin, Trudeau sees his socks in their full glory. And if they ever have sex, Trudeau would make him keep the socks ON.
I have come up with a great first date question!!! What would your villain origin story be? Not only is it fun but it means they're gonna tell you what they see as their worst parts or the parts they know could've messed them up real bad but instead they conquered them and just ugh I love this question. (Ps you should ignore my ranting and answer it 😘)
first of all that is SO COOL how have i never thought of that? i’ll definitely ask my crush next time.
now what my backstory would be? i always like to think of a lonely kid way too smart for its own good, seeing further, wider than everybody else and having great ambition but eventually falling into madness because no one can understand what it is like to be in its head. kind of like tom riddle? or moriarty? or yeah
what about you guys?? write your story in the comments and i’ll share a couple!
fred’s having these weird ass dream sequences and jughead told betty to hop on his motorcycle along with other unexpected yet very much welcomed flirty innuendos and betty supports him and they kissed in the rain and the serpents are in the trailer and grundy is dead and lili basically confirmed sh on twitter and-
This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide.
Summary: This was new, it was unexpected, but welcome. Soft touches, sweet caresses, warmth all around. It wasn’t perfect, and sometimes there were tears and harsh words, but like gasoline and fire, wind and waves, they came back to each other. So what, it wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs.
Softly running his fingers through soft locks, Shiro gave a soft hum. He loved the feel and texture of Lance’s hair, the soft silky strands, the hum of delight Lance made when he carded his fingers through the brown locks. The first time Shiro had touched Lance’s hair, they hadn’t even been in a relationship-and it was completely spontaneous. Lance had jumped a bit in surprise, but didn’t pull away or shout at Shiro, letting the older teen play with his hair.
“Shiro?” Lance asked, wide blue eyes locking with Shiro’s silver gaze. With a blush of embarrassment, Shiro moved to pull back, an apology on the tip of his tongue-but Lance caught his wrist and pulled Shiro’s hand back to his hair. “You don’t have to stop, I was just confused.” Lance had said, an easy smile brightening up his face.
“Y-You sure? I didn’t ask and-” Shiro had been cut off by Lance laughing, reaching up to card his own fingers through Shiro’s hair carefully. Bright grin, soft blue eyes, and a silly “Now we’re even then.” and Shiro knew his was gone.
They never tell you that falling in love-literally felt like falling, the rush of excitement and fear, the odd rolling of the stomach, the utter feeling of elated bliss. It was a leap Shiro would willingly take again.
Shiro had not acted on his feelings after realizing them, not at first he didn’t. Tugging Lance to his chest, Shiro rested his chin on the younger teen’s shoulder, smiling softly at the small smile on his face as Lance carefully read through reports. It took a while, but Lance had managed to learn Altean. He found a way to make learning it easier, a type of game or something, and often had Pidge join him. The two would speak Altean around the castle, bursting into laughter at some points, sometimes Coran or Allura would hear it and laugh.
Shiro found it endearing seeing them bond, even if he was a little put off that he couldn’t tell what they were saying….He hoped it wasn’t curse words. Lance didn’t curse, but Pidge… Pidge he couldn’t be sure.
There were times… Times Shiro regretted some choices he made, times where he wished he hadn’t been stubborn. Pulling Lance closer, holding him a little tighter, Shiro drew comfort from the warmth of Lance, relaxing at the steady beat of his heart, the soft but strong breaths.
They’ve fought, of course they had, every couple has, but they always made up. Lance laughed, and Shiro tilted his head a bit to look at him.
“What are you laughing for?”
“Nothing.” Lance said, and Shiro frowned a bit, before shifting his hands to slide down and wrap around Lance’s sides.
“Nothing?” Lance tensed, and right as a protest started falling from his lips, Shiro dug his fingers into Lance’s sides, causing him to burst out into laughter. “I don’t think it’s nothing.” Shiro said, laughter highlighting his voice. Letting Lance catch his breath, Shiro’s eyes softened.
“Hah ha, don’t-don’t do that-” Despite the attempt to sound annoyed, Lance was smiling, bright blue eyes full of love and adoration.
Sometimes Shiro wondered if his eyes reflected the same, if his love and devotion could be seen as well as Lance’s eyes shown his own. Giving Lance a quick kiss to the cheek, Shiro hummed a bit before Lance suddenly responded.
“This war, the fighting, it’s not easy. It never is, but I’m happy.” Lance said, looking down at where he and Shiro had intertwined their hands in front of him. A soft smile played on his lips, the blue eyes Shiro loved to get lost in trained on their fingers.
“I’m protecting home, we all are. Saving lives, freeing people, it’s nice to know we’re making a difference. It’s… Sometimes it’s overwhelming, but I’m really happy. I have you, I have Allura, Coran, I have Pidge, I have Hunk and Keith.” Lance murmured, and Shiro closed his eyes, resting his head on Lance’s shoulder again. “I’m happy here, with everyone. I miss my family… But I also have this one.”
Shiro kept quiet, holding Lance tight. They had moments where everything seemed to weigh them down, but, they were in this together, they all were. They bore the weight together, and they held each other up.
“It’s nice.” Shiro opened his eyes, he and Lance looking over to where Hunk and Keith were sprawled on another couch, Hunk was sleeping, Keith cuddled up to him, violet eyes trained on him and Lance.
“Yeah.” Shiro mumbled, affection lacing his voice. Lance’s smile grew, and though it was all new to him, to them, it was welcome. The soft touches, warmth, love, everything that he hadn’t gotten to experience like this, it was comforting.
Keith smiled a bit, enveloped in the warmth of Hunk, soft and firm. He wasn’t used to this, to the affection and security he was surrounded by. It was frightening at first, the feeling he had when he fell for Hunk frightened him. It was hard to ignore, not when the bright smiles and silly puns caught his attention, not when the way Hunk had accepted him had him falling more.
People left, they always did, but right now… Right now, he was safe, and he was ok. Watching Shiro and Lance, it was so obvious they were in love, and he hoped that maybe he and Hunk were so obviously in love too.
It wasn’t immediate, and the slow building romance was hardly noticeable, but when he realized it, he was afraid. There was nothing to fear, especially when Lance had been so adamant that Keith confess- he wasn’t going to lie, knowing Lance supported them had helped a lot- and giving in and confessing, he was not expecting Hunk to look like someone handed him the world.
“Just do it Keith, you won’t feel any better until you know for sure.” Lance wasn’t one to sugar coat things, despite he could be vague. Dutifully playing with his blade, Keith pretended he wasn’t close to giving in and confessing. He was worried about possibly ruining this friendship he had-of course, Hunk would never distance himself- and by the way Lance flopped down against his back, Keith was not convincing enough.
“Lance, I can’t not-”
“You can, and you should. I’m not going to force you, but you won’t know unless you try. What if he likes you back? What if you two are both just worried about the other’s reaction?” Lance was right, and Keith groaned, falling back and Lance chuckled. They bickered, they fought, but they were teammates, friends, brothers in arms. Nothing was perfect, but at the same time, that was perfect enough for them.
“If I get rejected, you know you’ll be stuck sparring with me until I get over it.” Keith grumbled and Lance laughed, obviously not in the least worried.
“I will end up sparring with you anyways.” Keith was quiet for a moment, before smiling.
Obviously, everything had gone well, Hunk’s eyes brightened up and he had such a big smile, Keith was truly blinded momentarily. Unlike Lance and Shiro, Keith and Hunk slowly eased into their relationship. Of course, they also didn’t act like they were dating before actually dating.
It was amusing to see how many times Shiro and Lance would get flustered when people thought they were dating, or at least in some form of relationship, and Keith had definitely called it before anyone else.
He was close with Shiro, he knew well enough before Shiro realized his own feelings. Closing his eyes, Keith let himself relax, and even doze. It was a moment of peace, a short amount of time to cuddle, relax, and let themselves rest.
Hunk and Keith had immediately followed Shiro and Lance to the common room- none of them actually know how to refer to it, Lance and Pidge like calling it the Lion den, but honestly, no one cares what it’s called, they just hang out there…. Ok, so Keith might refer to it as the family room, but no one seems bothered by it when it slips out- and the two couples immediately cuddled up for down time.
This was all new, their relationships and the sudden realization and calm familiarity. He was never this close to anyone, and despite he still was figuring it out, they all were, it was nice.
So what if they had their rough patches, or that their peaceful moments were short and far between, they were happy with what they had, and Lance was right.
They were family now, they were all in this together, and they were not going anywhere.
This was happiness.
This took a while to write, I wanted to focus on it first, but I have absolutely no self control and had so many ideas and now a to of wips but here it is! Heith and Shance bc there is never enough.
When Hajime wakes, it’s with an unexpected but welcome warmth curled into his side.
He’s a little dazed, trying to connect the feeling to a memory that feels too far away, to something that’s safe, comforting, familiar. There’s this smell, too, that makes Hajime want to sink back under the covers and inhale, breathing in the calm that it brings.
He shifts, eyes fluttering open when his leg catches on something that feels distinctly leg-shaped as well.
There’s soft light breaking through the blinds, and Hajime blinks for a moment, disoriented in this unfamiliar room. But it’s so warm-
And slowly, it’s coming back to him.
A whole bunch of moving boxes, three of which are still stacked against the wall just at the edge of his line of vision. The bed that took way too long to put together. Falling asleep in an exhausted heap without even bothering to change their clothes.
His eyes focus on the shape he’s got his arms wrapped around, warm and real and here, chest rising and falling with slow breaths.
It’s more on instinct than anything else that Hajime curls in further, burying his face in soft brown curls.
Yeah, he could get used to this.
With a smile on his lips, he lets himself drift.
The second time he wakes, it’s to soft pressure on his hands; fingers pressing into his palms, drawing small, absent-minded shapes and swirls.
He curls his fingers ever so slightly, and the movement stops.
Weight shifts, the bed dips, and suddenly he’s blinking up into chocolate brown eyes.
“G'morning, Iwa-chan,” Tooru says, with a smile that really isn’t fair on someone who just woke up.
“Hey,” Hajime says back, voice raspier than he might like. He wraps his arms a little more tightly around Tooru’s waist, pulling him close.
Hajime blinks, stifling a yawn. He knows his nose scrunches up, because Tooru immediately brings up his finger to poke at it.
“Like the dead,” he mumbles, before pretending to bite at Tooru’s hand. The setter giggles and pulls it back, and Hajime smiles. “How about you…?”
“Mmh, fine,” Tooru says, nuzzling up against his chest, hair tickling Hajime’s chin. “I think I like this new arrangement. Don’t you?”
Hajime shifts to press his lips to Tooru’s forehead, allowing himself to bask in the warmth that’s growing in his chest, filling him with a giddy sort of energy.
“Yeah. It’s… nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
Tooru is silent for a second - then he pulls back almost violently with a gasp that’s a little too loud to be completely genuine, bracing himself above Hajime.
Hajime blinks up at him, slow and maybe a little too comfortable.
“You- you can’t just say something that sappy and romantic without warning?!”
He sounds honestly offended, but the wide grin on his face is a dead giveaway.
“…’s true though,” he says, trying to play along by making it sound defensive - judging by Tooru’s expression, though, he’s not doing a very good job of it.
Stupid sappy thoughts, honestly.
It’s too early to pretend to be annoyed.
“Nooooo,” Tooru groans, half of the word getting muffled when he buries his face in the crook of Hajime’s neck, dropping his weight back on top of him. “You’re too cute!”
Hajime scoffs, bringing his arms up around him even as he tries not to laugh. “I’m cute?”
“I hate you,” Tooru grumbles, and Hajime pulls him closer, lifting his legs to wrap around him as well.
“Sure you do.”
“I mean it!” Tooru says, but even he’s losing control of his fake-indignation in favor of chuckling.
“…hm, yeah, very convincing.”
Hajime flips them over so they’re lying side by side again, mattress creaking under their weight. His eyes sweep the room - it’s still so bare, they should probably repaint the walls before putting up Tooru’s stars - and find their way back to him. (Always, always back to him).
He must have the grossest, sappiest smile on his face because when Tooru cracks open an eye to look at him, he actually blushes. Adorable dumbass.
“Iwa-chan,” he says again, but it’s softer this time - and when he leans in for a kiss, Hajime is right there to meet him.
Authors Note: This is completely AU but this is how I would like to think of Ivar in a normal family setting.
Motherhood was unexpected but welcomed. You met the love of your life in high school. He was on the football team as the star running back, and you were head of the yearbook committee which meant you took tons of pictures and got to spend a lot of time together. High school graduation came and went without a hitch but before college was supposed to start, you found yourself pregnant. You were terrified of what that would mean for your future and if you would be doing it alone or not. He surprised you though by attending night school for his business degree, working at his Uncle Floki’s wood shop during the day and helping out with his Dad’s construction crew on the weekends. He was fully involved from the second you told him and he’s never regretted that decision.
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
is sitting in his studio when he hears the door creak open and little
feet running towards him. Putting down his pen, he looks up to see his
little girl, her blonde curls bouncing up and down as she makes her way
to one of her favorite people. Harry was struggling with a song, and
welcomed the unexpected surprise. “Hi my Gracie bug! Whatcha up to?”
Can you come to my room and play? Please??” Grace pleaded with a down
turned lip and well practiced puppy eyes. If there was one thing Grace
did well, it was giving her mum and daddy puppy eyes. Her blue eyes
would get nice and big, and look oh so sad to the point Harry would
immediately melt into a puddle and give her exactly what she wants.
can take a break for a little. Let’s go!” Harry closes his laptop,
leans over to grab Grace by the hips and lifts her up and over his
shoulder. "Has anyone seen my Gracie bug?? I can’t find her, but this
sack of potatoes is nice" Harry says loud as if he was talking to a room
full of people. Walking up the stairs and turning into his daughters
room he hears a giggle in his ear.
“Daddy” Grace giggles “’m not a sack of potatoes, ’m Gracie.”
tha’s right” throwing Gracie on her bed and kissing her forehead. Harry
plops down on the floor and gives his girl that deep dimpled grin.
“Alright love, wha’ do ya wan’ ta play? Dolls? A game? Dress up?”
class daddy” Grace looks at her father like he should already know what
she wants to play. She bounces off her bed and runs to her closet and
pulls out two tutu’s. “One for you, one for me! You can have pink
because it’s your favorite. I have purple. See?” Holding out the pink
skirt to her father to put on his waist. Smiling, Harry thanks his daughter and puts on the pink tutu over his tight black jeans. Grace hands her father the brush and a hair elastic “Do my hair daddy?” Harry
smiles “in a ballerina bun?” Grace nods as Harry continues “I can do
that! Come sit on daddy’s lap” Harry sits back on the floor in his light
pink tutu and pats his leg for her to sit. Running a brush through her
blonde curls and pulling them into a tight bun he hears Grace sigh.
“Daddy? Can you grow your ballerina bun back?” Asking in a very serious tone. “Why do ya ask bug?” Harry chuckles, not expecting her to ask about his beloved man bun, that had been gone for over a year. “So you can look pretty like me!” Grace said this with such a sweet tone, it melted Harry’s heart. “Have
you been talkin’ to your mum? She said the same thing to me yesterday.”
he chuckles recalling the conversation with his wife the night before.
Wrapping the elastic around her bun one last time Harry pats her head
and says “Alright, all done”
stands up and walks over to nightstand where her music player sat. She
pushes play to begin some classical music and grins as bright as the
sun. "Welcome to ballet class!“ Harry
smiles at his daughter and try’s really hard not to laugh because he
knows she means business. His acting lessons were coming in handy at
the moment. “My
name is Gracie, and I am your teacher” she continued. “Time to stretch”
Grace starts walking Harry through the stretches she does at her ballet
lessons. “High to the sky! Reach higher daddy! Now down to your toes!”
Gracie was making sure Harry completed each stretch correctly and
exactly how she wanted. After 5 minuets of stretching Grace felt it was
time to dance.
position daddy” Harry pretends to know what Grace is talking about and
puts his body is a “ballerina” pose. His arms were placed above his head
in a circle and he had a massive smile placed on his face. "That’s not
first position daddy” Grace giggles. Harry’s smile immediately
disappears. "It’s like this" she shows her frowning daddy and he copies
her arms and legs to be in the correct position.
me see your dance. I will count you in” Grace says “5..6..9..10.. go”
Harry begins prancing around the room. Twirling and leaping, spinning
and waving his arms about. Harry lifts his baby girl high in the air and
spins in a circle when a voice comes into the room.
are you silly kids up to?” You say as you walk into Grace’s bedroom.
Giggling at what you just witnessed you look at Harry and your curly
“Playing dance class mum” Grace says stating the obvious
“Looks like fun, may I join?” You ask with a smirk on your face.
if you have ballerina hair” Harry states. “And a tutu” Grace adds. “All
ballerina’s need a tutu I’ll get one” She says as she runs to the
closet and pulls out a bright yellow tutu just for you!
the elastic off your wrist you put your hair into a bun as Grace asks
“mum? Can daddy grow a ballerina bun so he can be pretty like us?”
giggle as you look at harry “I do miss that beautiful man bun of yours”
harry smiles back, knowing you have missed that bun since the day he
cut it off.
“I guess it’s decided then. I’ll see what I can do” Harry says as he turns around in a circle and continues dancing.
“What did you hit me on the head for?” Louis said. He tried to frown, but it hurt too much. Plus it was hard to frown at someone taking care of him so tenderly. “I didn’t hit you on the head,” Harry said calmly, moving from Louis’s forehead to remove some bandages on his arm. “My friend Niall, the God of Death, hit you on the head.” “Well, why did Niall hit me on the head?” Louis asked. He noticed his lips hurt too, and felt a small gash on them. His arms were covered in scratches and cuts, and as he moved to sit up, he winced at a pain coming from his waist. “What the hell happened to me?” Harry sighed. “Niall… can get a bit… excited.” “Was he excited about hitting me on the head?” “No!” Harry said. “Niall just got away with himself.” “Does he do that often? Get away with himself, I mean?” Louis asked wryly. “Only when an idea gets stuck in his head that he can’t get out.”
For being the God of Death, Niall has a habit of acting on ideas without thinking them through. It’s probably why Harry ends up with an unexpected but entirely welcome visitor in his bed the day after a Mount Olympus party.
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