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juyeoniemyhoney · 3 years

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make you feel my love

Losing means nothing to Ishikawa when he has you.

pairing: ishikawa yuki x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: i don’t think there’s any!

word count: 2074 words

A/N: i honestly dont know who wants to read this but im just gonna post it anyways HAHA so here all you ishikawa simps pls enjoy<3

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It all happens at once.

The noise— screams of all pitches and encouragements of all sorts, forming a raucous cacophony in the large gymnasium— halts almost immediately; like a vacuum has sucked it all up and the only thing that is left is an eerie stillness as everyone waits in antsy anticipation for the player to serve.

And then he is running up, throwing the ball great lengths into the air and jumping to meet it halfway, hitting the ball with such force and determination you can almost feel the impact yourself. The ball hurtles through the air and crosses the net with such speed you almost don't see it.

But the Japanese team does. Their libero, Yamamoto, crosses the court in a flash and bumps the ball up so high up it gives his teammates half a second to breathe before they are rushing to connect it, the setter, Sekita, tossing the ball higher in the air for Ishikawa to hit it.

The tall Brazilians loom over him like a curse, like bad karma, as determined as the Japanese are, but not nearly as desperate. Ishikawa does not mind them and he bravely hits the ball with as much strength as his worn out body allows him, sending every last bit of energy into this spike, hoping, praying, practically begging for it to work, for the ball to hit the other side of the court with such violence that the Brazilians would not be able to even react before it hits the floor.

The next thing you know, the ball hits the hands of the Brazilians and is spindling down towards the floor at breakneck speed. Yamamoto, Sekita and Ishikawa (when he lands), all throw themselves to the floor in a desperate bid to save it, to not let it touch the floor, to not let all their hard work be washed down into a drain. But to no avail.

The ball hits the floor with a resounding thud. The whistle blows and all at once, the Brazilian supporters leap from their seats and yell and scream and shout with unadulterated joy. Because they have won! They have won the game! And the Japanese have lost. The Japanese team and their supporters are quiet in the wake of their loss. You do not move, almost as if if you did, the bleachers would crack open, the earth beneath the gymnasium would cave in and you would be falling to the floor, through the soil and to the core of the earth.

The three men lift themselves up from the floor with the weight of defeat on their shoulders and their teammates pat their backs silently, looking solemn but trying to be as encouraging as possible. The team gathers at the end line of the court and another whistle blows, signalling both teams to bow. When Ishikawa's eyes hit the floor, so do the tears.

He cries in silent agony, somehow feeling like it is all his fault. He is the captain, he should have led them better than this. He is the ace, he should have been able to hit pass those blocks. He knew hitting hard was risky, he should have been more careful. He should have moved faster, reacted faster, gotten to the ball faster. He should have been sharper, more alert, better. He should have been better.

His teammates shed a few tears too, but not quite nearly as much as Ishikawa. It's unrelenting— his tears. It doesn't want to stop, even when Ishikawa roughly wipes at his eyes in frustration, desperately wanting the raw showing of emotion to stop. Everyone can see him cry in this moment and he hates it.

When Ishikawa and his team begin to move off the court, is when you break from your stunned daze. Quite frankly, you were shocked speechless. You knew Brazil was a tough opponent but your faith in your boys would always trump any form of doubt. You knew they could do it. You knew they would be able to do it. Until they didn't.

You do not see the tears from quite so far away, but when you do, you are ripping yourself from your seat with such great speed, the people around you jump in surprise. You do not care, you do not even really notice before you are sprinting down the stairs, leaping from each flight, ignoring the desperate calls of your best friend and the shocked expressions directed at you as you race to the exit of the court.

"Ishikawa Yuki!" you yell just in case you don't catch them in time. You know you could just call him or meet him at his house but you came as a surprise, and though you'd wish you could surprise him after his victory, you think that surprising him and being able to comfort him in his loss will mean just as much.

At the sound of your voice, his head whips around, eyes wide in shock as he desperately searches the people for your face, eyes glassy with unshed tears and vision slightly blurry. You jump off the rest of the stairs, running to him with flailing arms. And when Ishikawa sees you, you swear you see his lips pout, eyes glossing over as tears run down his face.

You grin and run to him and he drops everything, his water bottle, his towel, his jacket, everything, so that he can hold his arms open for you to run into and give him a big hug. And you do exactly that. You run straight into his arms, wrapping your arms around his torso and shoving your face into his chest, not caring at all that he is drenched in sweat (and possibly tears), not caring at all that almost the whole gymnasium full of people can see the two of you have such an intimate moment, not caring at all because Ishikawa Yuki, the love of your life, is in tears and you have to do everything in your power to stop that.

Ishikawa's arms wrap around you too, holding you so tight and dear to him, you swear the both of you stop breathing. And with you in his arms, he finally crumbles to the floor, tears spilling from his eyes and sobs escaping his throat in ugly, high-pitched hiccups. But he doesn't care, you don't care, he's safe as long as you're here.

"When did you get here? I thought you were only going to touchdown tomorrow," he whispers in between sobs, his shaking, swollen hand coming up to your hair and entangling his fingers with the strands messily. You pull away slightly and pull Ishikawa down so that your chin rests on his shoulder and he can bury his face into your neck, your hand coming up to his sweaty hair to run your fingers through the corse, tangled strands as Ishikawa continues to cry in your arms. This position is so incredibly uncomfortable. After all, Ishikawa is insanely tall and the top of your head doesn't even really reach his neck, and you're sure Ishikawa's back is going to hurt a little later but he doesn't seem to mind at all at the position change, indulging in you as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck, hot breaths that tickle your skin, coming out in pants as he struggles to control his sobs.

"I wanted to surprise you," you say with a fond smile, the hand that was idle on his back coming up to send a wave to his teammates when your eyes meet, even sending one to his coach, who just smiles bitterly at you. His teammates send you rueful smiles and thumbs-ups of approval before they make their way back to the locker rooms, leaving you and Ishikawa to continue embracing at the exit of the court.

Ishikawa lets out a tearful laugh, saying, "Well, I'm surprised alright. I was just thinking about you when you called my name. I almost thought I was seeing things.".

You laugh but do not reply, allowing a comfortable silence to take over as Ishikawa lets all his emotions out in the form of hot, regretful tears. Your hand continues to soothe him with pats and strokes to his back and your hand remains in his hair. Ishikawa's large hands fist your shirt at your waist as his tears and sweat seep into your shirt. You don't mind. Of course, if this were anyone else you would. But this is Ishikawa Yuki, and you love him more than anything else in this world.

"You played so well," you whisper after a while of silence. You can feel Ishikawa wanting to pull away from you but you do not allow him, knowing full well that he wants to pull away to argue with you, to debunk your words with his incessant humility, so you do not allow him. You do not allow him to deny himself the praise he very much deserves because he's worked hard for this, no matter the outcome, he and his teammates have worked his ass off for this, and the least you can do is praise him.

"Yuki, you played very well. Don't try and deny it," you say with a firm voice, hand on his head keeping his chin to your shoulder. At this, he finally laughs and you loosen your grip, allowing him to pull out of your embrace just enough for him to see your face.

His cheeks are tear-stained and his eyes are beginning to puff up with all his crying, red beginning to bloom at the corner of his eyes, slowly taking over the white. His smile is nothing short of breathtaking, swollen eyes and red lips curled up brilliantly, smile lines and the corners of his eyes creasing sweetly. You can't help but grin back when you see his smile, nose souring with endearment.

"You know me so well," he comments, fingers coming up to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear, fingers trailing down your jaw to your chin, tilting your face up just a little bit more. His fingers guide your head just slightly forward before he is meeting you halfway in a sweet kiss, grinning immediately after your lips meet his.

Ishikawa's eyes trace over your every feature, observing, remembering, ingraining; tracing over the curve of your eyes, the slope of your nose, the perk of your lips, the peak of your eyebrows, and the line of your jaw, fingers ghosting over each feature along with his eyes, all the while maintaining the smile on his lips.

Then, he is giving your forehead a sweet kiss before pulling out of your embrace fully, turning around to pick up the things he had dropped when you came running into his arms. He brushes off his jacket and drapes it across your shoulders, holding open the jacket for you to slip your arms into the sleeves, to which you do, before he is hooking the zip and zipping it all the way up to your chin.

In his mind, he laughs at the way you are dwarfed by his jacket. Your hands can barely be seen, only the tips of your fingers peeking out from the sleeves, and the jacket, where it usually ends at his hip, ends almost at your knees. Unconsciously, he smiles and has to physically restrain himself from pinching your cheeks.

After he zips up his jacket, he bends down to pick up his towel, draping it over his shoulder before he is bending down once again to pick up his water bottle, having set them down to help you put on his jacket. Then, without a word but with the largest, goofiest grin, he takes your hand in his and leads you out of the court and to the locker rooms in a comfortable silence, fingers intertwined with yours.

For a second there, he almost forgets that they lost the game and are not able to proceed to the quarter-finals. For a second there, he almost completely forgets about his regrets and anger and frustration. And it's all because of you. And of course, he is eternally grateful to you. After all, what on earth would he do without you? He would still be crying his ass off, that's what, though he would never admit it out loud. And it is because of this reason— though he would do it without a reason at all— that he kisses you a little longer, hugs you a little tighter, loves you a little more.

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riridontneedya · 2 years

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Tonitribus

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Female reader

Summary: Draco and female reader have been lifelong friends, however one day after a usual walk thinks take a turn for Draco and readers relationship as all is revealed when he comforts her during a thunderstorm .

A personal request from the absolute darling @frannybear I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it Angel

Word count : 4,900 (long read , apologies I got carried away)

A/Ns: no warnings its very endearing and fluffy if I don't say so myself. Enjoy! feel free to scroll and read others, feedback and requests welcome :) xx

Dismal, dingy , dark .. grey. These where just a few of the many words that could be used to describe the abysmal weather that day. ‘So much for summer’ tutted Draco and with a loud huff he rose from his chair and proceeded to gaze out the window. God knows what there was to actually look at. He could just about make out the outline of a building had it not been for the hazy dull lights barley penetrating the thick grey smog. Dracos office was the top floor of a high rise building centred in London City. Now on an actual summers day he would be able to see for miles watching the hoards of people London churned out on a daily basis. Watching the comings and goings of people had became a much loved hobby of Draco’s, he gave them names and stories and went into great detail . It was a terrific tool to break up the long working day , but today ..today that had to be postponed . He had no knowledge of what was going on in the world beneath him and it was nowhere near as fun just making it up so he sat back down disappointedly, encased in his grey cloud.

Gently taping the mousepad of his laptop he skilfully glossed over the copious email notifications and peered in the upper right hand corner. ‘Only quarter to twelve..christ’. Draco could’ve sworn it was almost 2 and alas not even midday. The endless supply of disappointments the day had to offer appeared to be bountiful and Draco was far from impressed. He swiftly snapped down the laptop lid and sunk down further into his chair letting out another huff .. this one louder than the last. Draco was itching to look at his phone … he could almost feel it start to sear a hole in his pocket .. he so desperately wanted to text y/n . He wanted to gush over every last detail about her first day in her new job , but having it not even be midway he didn’t want to appear over zealous as he did text her good luck and that he was there for if she needed it that morning. To make matters worse her building should have been visible to Draco.. that would have put him more at ease. He could've at least gazed at the building and much like his people watching game conjured up y/n’s day making every aspect as perfect as her.

If Draco believed in a God he would’ve surely began to sing his praises because It was just then his phone chimed

Y/N <3: Hope your days not as shit as the weather! , you free for lunch at say 12? Xxx

Draco wasted no time scripting his reply.

Draco: It was but your message brightened up my day xxx

Draco: Haha jk, yeah I'm free for lunch ..cant wait to hear all about your first day xx

Haha , JK , fucking JK what was that! Draco internally cringed at himself for acting as if a giddy adolescence with a crush.. he wasn’t one to lose his composure especially not at something so simplistic like texting where one could easily disguise their emotion. But then again y/n had that effect on him.

Y/N <3: haha stop you’ll make me blush! Good cause I'm on my way over to your building see you soon xx

Phew ! At least she took it in good jest so he thought and immediately began to hoist on his blazer , then followed by his jacket. Gathering his wallet and keys. He took a quick glance at himself in the reflective surface of his phone and whisked his blonde locks out of his face, making sure to tune any unruly hairs. Sloping it back into his pocket he made his way to the door vacating the office. Head down he made a beeline to the elevator, just as he thought he was in the clear a familiar voice boomed “Hey ! Hey Mr Malfoy , just the man I was looking for” ‘fuck’ Draco muttered under his breathe. Glancing at his Breitling it was now minutes past12. Knowing her office was essentially a stone throw away she would be there by now.. he had no desire to chitter chatter and especially not if it meant keeping y/n waiting.

“Oh hello Matthew.. something came up I'm just off to lunch I shall catch up with you straight after” Matthew looked perplexed “lunch .. its just shy of 12 Dray .. I wanted to go over the notes with you .. you know were due in court this afternoon .. this case is rather important what could be so urgent. Draco scrambled to think up of some half baked excuse as to what Matthew would deem as more important to get him off his back. Somehow my lifelong friend whom I suddenly have a desire to always be around and has occupied my mind for weeks on end is downstairs … wouldn’t suffice in this instance. Noticing he was now following him into the elevator he had to act fast “ its my… wife… umm she’s downstairs she called rather distressed.. and I can’t possibly go on with my day if she wasn’t ok”. Now there was an element of truth to his rather elaborate lie .. because if in fact y/n was distressed Draco wouldn’t rest until he knew she was happy. Mathews mouth hung agape “You have a wife ..” Really is that all he took away from this conversation. In fairness Draco couldn’t care less he was just watching the numbers descend on the elevator .. ensuring to smile and nod , make the occasional sounds of agreement when Matthew went on a spiel about how important loved ones are and how he’d do the same for his Mrs.

As the elevator pinged Draco shot out the door his eyes darting trying to locate y/n. It wasn’t a matter of seconds until he clasped eyes on her. There she was looking simply exquisite in her new formal attire ,a rich plum red dress clung to her flawless frame ,accentuating each and every curve , her decedent neckline adorned in jewels. Peering up from her phone she caught his eye and instantly began to smile beaming from ear to ear. Dracos heart leapt , she had looks that books took pages to tell.. a face to make you fall to your knees but it was nothing compared to that smile.. that smile it could warm the hearts of a thousand of the worlds most mean and cruellest. Taking the quickest route he could once he got there he instantly embraced her. Her scent .. it was intoxicating to Draco how could she possibly smell just as delectable as she looked. The hug entranced him his body against hers just felt perfect in every sense and he instantly felt comforted. Like being wrapped in warm fluffy towel after a bath or that first sip off an ice cold lemonade on a hot summers day.

“Y/n , theres a gentleman in the grey suit, his name is Mathew and he’s about to ask a series of questions I don’t have time to explain but can you do me a favour and just go with it”. Y/ns head peeled away from Draco's shoulder to meet his gaze with a look of excitement glimmering in her eyes “oh absolutely” she smiled, “Thats my girl, also try and look a bit sad if possible” whispered Draco as he turned around his arm now secured around her waist. Just as Draco predicted Matthew approached rather tentatively , with a pathetic cheesy grin plastered across his face.

‘Errr hello so sorry to disturb you .. I just had to see for myself ..Mrs Malfoy is it ?” Smiled Matthew extending his open palm towards y/n”. without missing a beat “ Ah, yes y/n , y/n Malfoy its a pleasure to finally meet you Mathew” said y/n shaking his hand. Mrs Y/N Malfoy ,hmm Draco loved how that sounded it flowed nicely of the tongue. Y/n was very dedicated to her new role as the new Mrs Malfoy because she now was tucked into Draco and her hand across his midsection. He could immediately feel his core tighten against her touch , unable to help himself he he delicately placed a kiss on the crown of her head..he attempted to convince himself it was for that extra conviction but he knew better. “Well Matthew we need to get going now” said Draco with a tight smile .. ‘ah yes we must’ nodded y/n in agreement. “ Oh dear yes sorry I'll let you go ” Matthew smiled apologetically. With his arm still around y/n he steered her promptly to the exit.

Once a respectful distance from the building y/n let out a raucous laugh. ‘Mrs Malfoy , really hahaha well you better start explaining yourself Dray. Draco himself couldn’t help but let out a chuckle himself. “Look I panicked ok .. I tried to leave unannounced but Matthew ambushed me , I knew you’d be downstairs so I had to come up with something plausible” .. “haha well you've created a new slew of problems for yourself now you know that’ laughed y/n. ‘What , how come!’ said Draco tossing her a muddled look. “ Dray you're a barrister aren’t you not? .. I'm a solicitor .. our offices are within shouting distance I'm bound to have run ins with you .. and what do I say if I'm addressed as Mrs Malfoy and documents say otherwise … y/n was right Draco hadn’t thought of these new implications he pondered for a second. ‘ hmm well I'm afraid you're just going to have to marry me y/n… for continuity reasons of course” Draco sniggered. “Im free Wednesday if that helps’ giggled y/n. The pair chuckled as they headed in the direction of the park still linked at the waist. Despite it being an obvious joke deep down Draco though that if for some unorthodox reason on a random Wednesday y/n decided to marry him it would make him a very happy man.

Lunchtime walks in the park… just one of the many rituals of Draco and y/n. From school days right up to adulthood, they would always find a park at the halfway point of one another and enjoy a stroll, they must’ve ticked off a fair chunk of parks London had to offer. Wether they chatted for the duration or simply in silence enjoying one another company it was what Draco looked forward to most . Since it was Y/ns first day he anticipated todays conversation to be absolutely riveting. Y/n shivered as the breeze spliced through her .. prompting her to now fasten her once agape jacket. Noticing this he asked “Hot drink? , there’s a terrific stall we just passed I can pop back and grab us one , then you can tell me all about your day so far. Y/ns eyes lit up “ooo yes please” . Just as Draco was about to make his way she called out .. “wait don’t you want to get my order” .

Draco swivelled back around sporting a look of bemusement. “Why would I want that y/n … Lady Grey .. slash of milk 2 brown sugars on the side .. because ultimately you will umm and aww about it but give it about 3 sips in then you give in and use it ..” “Am I wrong” his head tilted to one side with an element of smugness in his grin. A smile crept up on y/ns face “No.. but god am I that predictable she tittered bashfully. “Never .. you just know what you like” Draco winked leaving to retrieve the drinks. In spite of the icy breeze y/n felt a sudden warmth surge within her. Friends know things about one another .. its a common theme however there was something about him knowing those little intricate details that made her swoon.

Draco could write a book when it came to knowing all the intricate details about y/n. He knew many things like , she quite enjoyed a fruit pot to go along with with her lady grey, so he always bought one to accompany it. Making sure to remove the grapes .. she utterly detested grapes .. oh and kiwis .. but kiwis that was because she was somewhat allergic to them. Guava is her favourite fruit .. an oddly specific fruit and rather hard to source in the uk so unbeknownst to y/n Draco always pre orders them paying a small fortune at a rather swanky greengrocers. It would always bring her joy spying them in his fruit bowl .. whilst he always insists he just stumbles across them in the local supermarket . This is always was tricky to upkeep on a Wednesday when they would do a midweek food shop. She was art form and he was keen to learn as she enriched his everyday life.

As they walked they were engrossed in conversation about y/ns first day. Draco always admired y/ns passion when she spoke. He always knew she’d make an excellent solicitor because of said passion and she never stood for injustice. She had always been bold and outspoken. In uni days he secretly relished watching her Tuesday afternoon debate clubs .. he knew her opponent stood no chance she would effortlessly floor them with fact and evidence to back it up. Had she decided to use her power for something somewhat more sinister like a creepy cult leader Draco knew she could easily mass a large following and do some damage .. to hell he’d even contemplate joining. He could always tell how she really felt about something by her eyes .. her smile would always translate to her eyes and made it all the more radiant. Her eyes a warm earthy rich brown a contrast from Dracos pale blue. He often found himself lost in those brown eyes. Those brown eyes that shimmered in the sun like pools of honey he wanted to dive into and loose himself .

Draco watched on in admiration as y/n was telling him about all the antics she had jammed packed into such a small portion of the day . Her arms flailing everywhere.. she was always so animated when absorbed into a story. The story was jovial and harmless but the introduction of this “Hugo” character deemed the office flirt made his teeth go on edge. Y/n noticed his sudden shift in emotion. “Don’t worry I have absolutely no interest in him” laughed y/n … “You can be interested in whoever you please y/n .. its nothing to do with me” his jaw was clenched and his face told a complete different story from what had actually come from his mouth.

There was a small silence “I know but it's just…” “when are you due back y/n?” There was almost an audible grinding of gears as Draco changed the subject. “Umm in like 10 mins I believe” muttered y/n. Glancing at his watch “Ok , I think we should head back round i'll walk you back to your office”. Draco hadn’t meant to be so abrupt but he often despised the topics of partners especially when it came to y/n. To merit the age old saying “ what you don’t know can’t hurt you” and he liked to keep it that way .. he learnt his lesson one time where had the displeasure of knowing all the intricate details of an ex .. Draco couldn’t help but notice how vastly different he was from him. It made no difference if he harboured similarities or not they were friends …but Draco often found himself agonising over wether he would be deemed as y/ns desired “type” confused and hurt he decided it best to steer clear of the subject entirely.

“Well, thats you back safe and sound can’t wait to hear the rest of todays adventure Ms y/l/n” announced Draco smiling gently at y/n. “ Thank you kindly Dray , sorry for the change of plan you sure I can’t convince you out for one?’ Cooed y/n batting her eyelashes. It was Friday and on the list of y/n Draco rituals that meant a takeaway and movies at hers . However in this instance a few of the office girls had invited her out for drinks. “Thank you but absolutely not , you enjoy yourself darling text me once your back safe and i'll see you Sunday for dinner anyways”. “Fine” pouted y/n “ and wait ms y/l/n … I thought today I was Mrs Malfoy.

His eyes narrowed as he looked down at y/n a smile etching at the corner of his mouth “oh I do apologise Mrs Malfoy .. my darling counterfeit wife” looking into those eyes he couldn’t help but dive in .. deeper and deeper he went until he finally lost himself . A moment of madness overcame him as he scooped her towards him. Their faces inches apart . Noses oh so lightly caressing neither of them moving . Breath hitched. It took every ounce of strength in Draco to pull away from that moment it was as if it were all in slow motion as all the emotion came flooding to the surface at once making him feel almost nauseous. It made perfect sense now all the unexplained feeling all that time was in fact him starting to fall in love with y/n , never in that moment had he been so compelled to kiss her with an unsuitable hunger. He didn’t dare though. As far as he knew this was one sided .. what would a seemingly unprompted stunt like this do to the parameters of their friendship.

Both visibly flustered Draco scratched the back of his neck “ Was that the husband goodbye package” y/n questioned with a coy smile. Y/n always had a great knack for that deflecting things with humour. Thankful for her breaking the tension Draco chimed up “ oh yes, you know continuity purposes and that .. and incase Matthew isn’t lurking in a bush with a pair of binoculars.” The pair looked at each other and then burst out laughing. “Right well I best be off I'm in trouble as it is ..have a good rest of your day” said Draco as he placed a quick peck on her cheek .. a more fitting gesture that was in line with their usual bouts of affection. “Good luck with Matt” she called out. Draco grimaced. He couldn’t be arsed spending the next few hours playing 21 questions with Matt the twat . The very apt nickname he had acclaimed in office , though no-one dared call it to his face.

As to be expected the remainder of the day dragged and there was an endless slew of questions aimed at Draco. Tactfully he avoided most of them and luckily the work load for the day didn’t leave much time for constant probing on Matthews part or time to replay that afternoons situation..… Draco was never one to lolly gag but when the work day drew to a close he couldn’t be prompter when it came to his departure. Matthew attempted to lure him to stay under the guise of drinks on him, but he knew it was simply a boobytrap so to speak so off he bolted to his car .. he’d find some how to put an end to it but that was Mondays problem and for now it was the weekend. Draco sat in his car in silence left alone with his thoughts.. today had been a whirl wind and left him with a great revelation … he must’ve looked delirious from an outside perspective just grinning to himself in his car. The feeling of love made him feel weightless and airy .. but he soon came hurtling down to the ground at full speed when the gravity of the situation dawned on him. Taking out his phone he typed out a text

‘enjoy your Night y/n. Stay safe . I love you xx’

God no ! What was he thinking .. erasing the last little confession of his text he hit send, cranked up the radio and pulled out of the parking garage.

Clutching a takeaway in one hand whilst a bottle of wine was perched under his arm and the other hand gripping a stack of files , Draco fumbled attempting to open his front door. This would be a great time for Pebbles to have the ability to open them .. but that wasn’t happening anytime soon. Finally making his way in he was greeted by the pitter patter of little paws tip tapping against the title. There she was little Pebbles. Dracos pride and joy a miniature speckled Dachshund the only girl he ever really loved .. well until now. Despite his outwardly stern stiff exterior it was Pebbles who saw the mushier side to him. ‘Hello my darling girl how are you today ! Have you missed me ?? I missed you! Who's a good girl is it you .. is it you .. yesssss ! Come give daddy a hug ! Awww thats my girl .. its just you and me tonight buts ok. Your auntie y/n is out . Upon hearing y/ns name pebbles tail wagging speed trebled making her whole teeny body shake. “Ohhh you love auntie y/n don’t you .. well that makes two of us Pebbles” sighed Draco. Changing out of his work clothes he threw on a t-shirt and boxers, pouring himself a glass of wine he nestled up on the couch with pebbles in tow and began flickering through the channels. There was a gentle ping.

Y/n <3: Will do :), you too! Ps thanks for being such a Goood husband ;) xxxx . Draco chuckled, gah if only she knew.

Dracos eyes suddenly snapped open … “what time is it” he muttered to himself drearily rubbing his eyes. Besides him lay a curled up Pebbles body rising and falling with each delicate snore. Glancing at the clock mounted on the wall it read quarter to one. Draco scratched his head assessing his surroundings his food and wine remained untouched .. and the tv now showing one of those late night obscure telemarketing commercials. He remained stationed at the couch continuing to vacantly stare out the window watching as the sheets of rain came down. Just then there was a sudden flash , shortly followed by a deafening roar.

“Shit ! It's a thunderstorm” Draco spoke aloud. He frantically began to search for his phone amongst the cushions. Whilst he knew many a facts about y/n.. there was one crucial fact and that was that she was absolutely petrified of thunderstorms. Draco vividly remembers the nights he spent in her dorm calming her down, lulling her to sleep reassuring her it will soon pass and he will be there come morning time. Upon finding it he quickly hit the call icon beside her name .. the phone rang and rang continuously until it finally went to voicemail. He immediately felt uneasy .. trying not to other think it he hit redial.. same again voicemail…. How unusual . Draco couldn’t think of the last time there had been a thunderstorm .. he hated the idea of her being alone cowered in bed terrified .. since he was unable to confirm if she had in fact made it home from her night out he thought it best he pop round and make sure she was ok.

Hoisting his leg into his trousers and tackling on a jumper , he grabbed his car keys and the spare keys to y/ns flat that he kept in a bowl on the mantelpiece. With a gentle goodbye kiss placed on pebbles little forehead , he charged outside attempting to quickly sprint to his car avoiding the rain. Lightening whipped and crackled illuminating the night sky, followed by ferocious rumbles of thunder. The drive to y/n was usually rather straight forward but tonight it was all the more difficult. Once he arrived it was another mad dash as he tried to get to the door without being soaked. Draco fiddled with keys in general so when it came to y/ns door it was no different. He tried all 3 keys whilst attempting to shield himself from the onslaught of rain, finally he made it. Wiping the water from he face he climbed the stairs to until he reached her apartment door. He knocked a few times in order not to startle her incase she was in fact home. With his ear pressed to the door he listened for movement. Still nothing . He decided to use the key and gain entry. Slowly peering around the door he called out “y/n , y/n are home , I just wanted to make sure you were ok”.

“ its me by the way..” . Draco noticed a slither of light under the crack of her bedroom door in an otherwise very dark flat. Moving slowly he knocked on the bedroom door awaiting a response. After not hearing anything he called out “y/n look Im coming in”. He swung open the door to find y/n cocooned in her duvet , headphones on visibly distressed eyes and lips puffy from where she had been crying. “Hey hey hey angel its ok I'm here” upon seeing Draco her eyes began to well back up and she flung her arms around him. With quivering lips she began to speak “Im sorry, Im sorry”. Placing his finger under her chin he made her meet his gaze “don’t you dare apologise for anything , I'm just glad you're alright” he said firmly. Taking the back of his index finger he delicately wiped away at her tears. “Come on let's get you to bed, do you want me to join you until it passes” y/n nodded frantically in agreement . Still soaking from the downpour Draco reluctantly had to strip down to his boxers before joining y/n

Standing rather sheepishly he looked at y/n trying to gauge her reaction “Sorry its absolutely belting it outside my clothes are soaked through I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable” . Y/n scanned up and down Draco's rather tremendously sculpted figure. Of course she’d seen him shirtless a handful of times but his half naked toned frame, glistening with water droplets was a sight to behold. “This is where I tell you not to apologise for anything ,I'm just grateful you're here .. besides isn’t this all just part of my husband package” said y/n with a nervous chuckle. With a deliberately exaggerated roll off the eyes Draco let out a laugh “ As you wish Mrs Malfoy”. Pulling back the duvet that Y/n unfurled from herself he lowered himself into bed. Y/n extended his arm welcoming y/n to come nuzzle in. Draco cozied up in bed with Y/n tucked in the alcove of his chest and armpit , whilst his hand played in her hair. The pair were quietly chattered until Draco asked a questioned and received no response. This was the indication she had finally fallen asleep. Giving her one last squeeze he whispered “Goodnight darling’. It was then he heard y/n mutter “I love you Draco”. Did his ears deceive him, possibly not he couldn’t deny what he had just heard having been so close when she said it. Overcome with emotion he gently placed a kiss on her forehead “I Love you too y/n”.

The sunlight streamed through y/ns curtain , beaming down onto Draco causing him to stir. He rubbed at his eyes and began to sit up. He noticed y/n was still curled by his side looking etherial as she basked in the morning sunshine. As she peeled herself from the bed she locked eyes onto Draco. “Good morning, how’d you sleep ?” He smiled . Y/n drew her legs to her chest and cradled them against her body, she fiddled with her nails chipping away at the polish. Draco noticed this and delving into his catalogue of intricate detail regarding y/n he knew that she did this when she was rather nervous or apprehensive about saying something. His mind shot back to last nights confession and he instantly froze up.

Had he misheard and ultimately startled y/n with his deceleration . The silence resonated between them. Y/n now crawled over to Draco's side of the bed and was face to face with him displaying a rather serious expression. “Did you mean it? I need to know the truth did you mean it when you said you loved me too”. Dracos heart jolted. Thoughts now galloping at hundreds of miles per hour . As y/ns eyes bore into his he simply couldn’t lie. With a shallow breathe he uttered a simple “Yes”. Y/n crashed her lips into Dracos, once over the initial shock of y/n thrusting herself at him he tossed his around her waist and drew her closer to him. A passion fuelled kissed eliciting the sensation of thousands of butterflies released in Dracos stomach. He could only dream of a moment like this and it was everything he ever imagined and more. Y/n withdrew from Dracos lips her arms now looped around Dracos neck perched on his lap , her rich brown eyes fixated on Dracos pale blues..

“I love you Draco”. “I Love you too Y/N , I love you too.”

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