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Sometimes, Nico doubts that Marti is real. 

How can someone so soft, so shy and beautiful, looking up at him with sad brown eyes and lashes– and yet so full of unbridled personality and passion for the littlest of things truly be real? And how could he truly want to be here, in Nico’s bed, pilliowing his head on Nico’s chest? 

“How long have you been playing the piano?” Marti moves his head, making ure to glance up at him and then away in that self-conscious way that suggests that he’s still not used to the unguarded way they can be within these four walls. 

Nico furrows a brow, tracing the bit of skin between Marti’s nose and eyebrows, “How did you know I play the piano?”

Martino stiffens and Nico sits up in delight, “How did you know that, Marti?”

It’s clear that Martino is searching his mind for an answer, but there’s no need. Nico is already brimming with delight at the obvious answer. But still, he let’s him try. Marti narrows his eyes, “I.. you must have mentioned it?”

He boops his nose with the pad of his pointer finger and smiles at the way Marti’s nose twitches, “Nuh- uh. Try again.”

“There’s a piano in your house,” the boy nods with absolute confidence, “I just assumed.”

“You’re a fucking liar!” But there’s no heat to it. How could there be? Like he said before, there is only one obvious explanation for how he knows and if that explanation is true, it means that Nico isn’t the only one who’s spent weeks invested in a boy he hadn’t truly known. He wasn’t alone in the feelings. 

God how is this boy real?

The feeling of affection is overwhelming and the view of red splotching on Martino’s cheek is just as so. So he whispers, “I can play for you sometime. Anything you like. Or maybe something you’ve never heard before. I’m not good at composing, but I think that for you I might be able to.”

Marti glances sharply up at him again and parts his lips, “The way you say things. Like you’re always so certain.”

“Aren’t you certain?” Nico arranges Martino on his chest so that he would have a spare palm to brush his cheek with, “In this second of this universe. In this bedroom right now, aren’t you certain?”

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Joora(ish) Drabble-- Prompt: Eva

Eva was going on four minutes late.

Really it shouldn’t be all that much of a surprise because, like, Noora knew how Eva was. Sometimes she got so caught up in the moment that meeting will escape her mind. And honestly she wouldn’t be surprised if Eva ended up being fifteen minutes later, or twenty minutes, or maybe she completely forgot and Noora should call her to maybe reschedule-

And then there was a flash of dark hair and a grin and Noora was torn in between oh thank god and shit fuck why.

“I’m here!” Eva swept into KB with all of the grace of an excited puppy. Noora smiled tightly at her, sipping her already lukewarm coffee and taking deep breaths; deep enough to maybe calm the erratic heartbeats threatening to beat right out of her chest.

“Hi,” Eva said, sitting down and pulling a deep sip of coffee, “Thank god. Today has been weird. While I was walking here, I was stopped by this man who was looking for his dog, but I was like, hmmmmm stranger-danger, you know? But he looked like Magnus if Magnus was like 30 years older and-” Eva paused and took another sip, waving off her story, “Anyway. Hi Noora.”

“Hey,” Noora pulled a strand of hair behind her ears, “Umm- what kind of coffee did you get?”

What kind of coffee did you get? Fucking hell.

Eva’s eyes sharpened, “Oh no. What is it? Is everyone okay? Eskild? Oh god- is William back in town?”

Which, snort. If he was, Noora would be the last to know about it, and the last to care.

“No, no nothing like that. I just-” And fuck this was much harder than she thought it would be. “I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Okay…” When Noora couldn’t quite open her mouth to respond, Eva gave her an exasperated look, “Nooooorraaaaaa, hallo? What’s going on?”

And she should just rip it off like a band aid right? That was the easiest way to go about things.

“I like someone.”

Okay maybe baby steps would be better.

Eva lights up, “No way! Who? Do I know him?”

“Ummm.” Noora bit at her lip, and looked down to study her chipping nail polish, “Well…”

“Noora.”

“It’s Jonas.”

Silence. She could barely risk a glance up. But when she did, Eva just blinked at her. Her lips were parted just the tiniest bit and then she smoothed them out with a quick shake of her head, “Jonas? Like my Jonas? I mean, not like my Jonas but like- Jonas, Jonas?”

Noora let out a careful breath, “Yeah. It’s not- I didn’t mean for- We just have a couple of classes together and he’s- he’s really cool and we grabbed lunch the other day and then dinner- and then. Fuck, Eva, I don’t know what to say.”

“You and Jonas?” Eva took another careful sip of her coffee, eyes wide like she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. And Noora’s stomach was so tied up that it actually hurt, because fuck, why was she like this? Always falling for the guys that could bring her best friend’s the most pain?

“Holy shit, you guys would make such hot babies.”

Noora blinked, “Wait, what?”

“Holy shit, Noora! Yes! It took me a second but I am seeing this now. You and Jonas, taking no shit. Discussing capitalism and like- feminism and taking down The Man. Wow- Noora Vasquez, huh?”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Nooa put the brakes on that one real fast, “Noora Nothing. We’ve just been hanging out a bit- wait you’re okay with this?”

Eva snorted, “Jonas and I- we were never going to work out. He’s too smart for me-”

“No, he’s not!”

“Whatever, but you two could literally run Norway. This is like couple goals. I just pictured you guys in like- sitting in a private jet drinking champagne and in expensive designer clothes-”

Noora laid her forehead down on the table and groaned, “Oh my god. I literally love you so much. Eva, really.”

“Pshh,” Eva flicks Noora’s head, “Wait so does Jonas know you like him? I’m going to need the full story on this.”

Noora groaned a bit louder.

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Tbh, I feel like Joora would get together in college. I feel like they'll become closer in their time at Nissen but they'll end up at the same university and that's when it kicks off. And everyone else is shocked because they didn't expect it.

This wouldn’t surprise me at all!! I can just imagine them like randomly running into each other one day. Maybe Jonas just laying out on a bench or on a blanket in the sun without a care in the world and suddenly there is a shadow over him and he just peeks his eyes open and Noora grins down at him with a little ‘hey’ to which Jonas responds with a laugh and a ‘hi, fancy seeing you around these parts.’

And then maybe they go grab lunch at a nearby coffee shop and at first, it’s kind of weird because they’ve never been ones to hang out alone. But they do have history, so they find plenty to chat about. And it’s soft and relaxed And then suddenly they are being kindly told by the cafe that it’s closing time and the sun outside has dimmed into soft greys and pinks. Jonas, being a gentleman, offers to walk Noora home (despite her protesting that she is perfectly capable to make it on her own. To which Jonas replies, I know, but we haven’t finished our conversation on consumerism and love.)

And then they still haven’t finished their conversation, so Jonas offers to meet her in the morning and they can grab breakfast.

And it’s just, really slowly and easily that they come together. There is no dramatic screaming fits, or running into the street at 3am, or bailing one out from jail or anything like Noora almost expects love to be now. Sometimes it’s just like a warm blanket creeping up on you. 

I <3 so much too!!

Is this how you wanted to know me?

Part 5

Aberforth opens the door after the fifth demanding knock. Gellert Grindelwald is standing there, his expression blurry.

Aberforth: *sourly* What do you want?

Gellert is very obviously drunk so it takes him a second to focus on the younger boy before him.

Gellert: He is much more handsome than you, little brother. But do not fret, you too will grow into a handsome young man.

Gellert: Now where is Albus? Lead me to him.

Aberforth: *visibly annoyed* He doesn’t want to see you!

Gellert: Nonsense.

Grindelwald walks past Aberforth and goes up the stairs - he’s been in the Dumbledore family house enough times to know exactly where to find his friend.

Gellert: Here you are.

Albus is sitting on the floor of his bedroom surrounded by books and parchments.

He takes a closer look. His expression changes from surprised to cold.

Gellert: This is no way to treat a guest.

Albus keeps quiet and doesn’t take his eyes off his book for a while, completely ignoring his friend.

Gellert: I know you’re not reading that.

Gellert sits down right in front of him, he is not planning on leaving.

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