too fluffy, too fluffy
too fluffy, too fluffy
The Captains of the Hufflepuff Team & the Gryffindor Team
"Ready to lose, uh, Swan?" He smirked, looping in the air around her on his broomstick with gracefulness. He was the best player of Hogwarts - and the Captain of the Hufflepuff team -, after all, flying like he was born just to do that.
"You wish." The blonde retorted, a slight frown on her features, but her face softened - she always failed miserably at being angry at him - when he swirled aroud the handle of his broomstick, his face so close to hers that she could feel his hot breath burning her skin.
They’d met each other during a game 4 years ago, when she had sent a Bludger toward him when he was about to pass the Quaffle through a ring. He had fallen from his broomstick and she had caught him, flying down toward the ground and calling for a doctor.
He ended up with a dislocated shoulder. He had stayed at the infirmary for a long time, and she felt so guilty that he had decided to visit him everyday. That’s how they had bonded; despite her original reluctance to let another guy in - after Neal -, she had eventually admitted her feelings for him and his for her.
She smiled at him, quipping. “Well, I got 2 hands. That’s pretty useful.” She winked at him.
The day she had hit him and brought him to the infirmary, she had been surprised to see he had only one hand, since he had the reputation to be the best player of the school. And he sure was.
He had been a bit uneasy when she had asked him what was the story behind his missing limb. He had finally told her that he was born in a Muggle family and that he had been in a car accident with both his parents at the age of 6. He had lost his left hand and became an orphan that day.
Emma had felt even more attracted to him at the time, because she had also spent her 11 first years in different muggle foster families, and hadn’t found her family until she had come to Hogwarts - despite the whole Neal thing.
He had then explained to her that he was afraid of being in a car nowawdays. That’s why he was enjoying flying on a broomstick so much. And he had mastered that skill despite his disavantage.
He pouted, as if trying to appear miffled, but his facial expression broke and he laughed. “Aye, it is. But I remember I’m rather talented one-handed, don’t you think?”
The very expicit innuendo elicited a giggle from her. She nodded and then ran her hand through his hair, his head still just a few inches away from hers, and upside down.
His eyes flickered to her lips and then back to her green orbs. “Aren’t you gonna wish some luck to a quite disabled man, then?”
She smiled and he grinned back. “Good luck, Killian.” She whispered as she leaned forward, closing the gap between them, her lips pressed against his.
new song to write to
I wanna see that movie so bad, it looks amazing!
it’s ondemand (for 7.99 if you’re feeling spendy)
is a freaking incredible movie and Chris Evans kills me in his final speech.
time to add new things to tumblr savior…yay
You should write! Because your writing is awesome! :)
well, thank you nonnie! that’s very nice of you. i definitely have a list cause there are like 17 prompts in my inbox that I need to attempt to tackle as well as the next part of Segue and Catchlight.
maybe i’ll just write and hope my brain catches up. :D
should write, should write…feeling a serious lack of motivation.