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Midnight Muse (Part 23)

Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]

Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,470

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“So…” Feyre trails off and your gaze slides to hers in the mirror from where you’re brushing on blush. Your first date with Azriel is tonight and you haven't been able to focus on anything all day. “You and Azriel?”

“Yeah,” you respond softly, trying to fight the smile that’s tugging at your lips. She already knows the news since she’d come back home this morning with Rhys in tow, trying to get you to come out for breakfast with them. When they saw Azriel padding out of your room shirtless, her jaw almost hit the floor. She was sputtering like a child and her boyfriend helped her get her bearings, violet eyes glittering as he grinned at Azriel. You had shrugged at each other as Rhysand guided Feyre back out the door with a cheerful goodbye. “Azriel and I.” Her brown brows are still furrowed and you don’t like that look, swiveling around in the mirror to face her. “Is it that crazy of a concept? I feel like this kind of thing happens all of the time.”

“In movies,” Cassian pipes up, exclaiming. He’s sitting on your bed next to your best friend, having invited himself over an hour ago.

You eye him. “What are you doing here again, Cass? Shouldn’t you be hyping Az up or something?”

“Nah, he has Rhys for that,” he winks over at Feyre who only raises her eyebrows in response. “I’m here because I’m seeing you off tonight.”

“You’re not my dad,” you scoff, fishing in your makeup bag for your mascara.

“But I’d let you call me that anytime, (Y/N),” he jokes and you shake your head fondly at him.

“I’m sure Azriel is going to love to hear that you’ve been flirting again.”

Cassian hugs one of your pillows to his chest, flipping through a book that you left on the table beside your bed. You wonder if he’ll find the page Azriel bookmarked for you when he’d been flipping through it, saying he’d slipped in a cheeky note for you to find along with the naughty passage. “He knows what I’m about. And if he feels threatened, that’s on him. I can just remind him of all of the times he used to—” The ringing of his phone cuts off his sentence and he slides it from his pocket, checking the caller before answering, murmuring a quiet hello down the line.

He frowns and you cock your head, watching intently. It’s not a face you think you’ve ever seen Cassian do seriously, and the way that his body tenses, you wonder who could be on the other line.

“Yeah, I’m on my way,” he says finally, hanging up the phone and springing up from your bed. He tosses the pillow back to the head of the bed and strides towards the door, a concerning pull to his eyebrows that has Feyre calling out to him as he makes for the door.

“Everything okay, Cassian?”

“I, uh—yeah, everything’s fine. I have to go,” he says but his mind is already in another place. “See you later.”

You and Feyre share a look in the mirror.

“So much for seeing me off.”

She grins at you, sliding off of your bed to join you in front of the mirror. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here to do that.”

“Thanks,” you laugh, capping the mascara and putting it away. Leaning back a little, you admire your makeup in the mirror. “So, how are you and Rhys doing?”

You feel like you haven’t spent much time with Feyre lately, with her busy with her boyfriend and you busy with yours. Your boyfriend, the words have you giddy. You and Azriel are officially a couple now and everything feels right. There are no more late nights spent trying to get him to shut his music off or glaring at him when his eyes wander your way. Now, your nights are spent talking and kissing and touching. Lots and lots of touching.

Your heart stutters happily in your chest.

Feyre sighs dreamily. “He’s so great. I’m really glad we decided to move here this year, (Y/N).”

“Me too,” you grin stupidly at her and the both of you break out in giggles. “Fey, will you help me pick out some jewelry?”

Azriel told you to dress casually, something with jeans because somehow he convinced you to get back on that death-trap he holds so dear to his heart. It’s a sunny afternoon out, no clouds in sight, and it eases you slightly that you won’t have to ride it in the rain again, no matter how much you enjoyed being pressed up against him.

Now that you’re Azriel’s girlfriend, you’re free to press up against him whenever you want.

Naked, too.

“Here,” she says, hooking a necklace around your neck. She clasps it for you and you can’t help but stare at the blue gem that sits at the base of your neck, glittering in the light. It looks good, you think.

“Is it weird to be nervous?” you ask, playing with the pendent. “We’ve already had sex but I’m still feel all jittery.”

“Being nervous is completely normal,” Feyre answers, patting you on the shoulder. “You have to promise to tell me all about it when you get home.”

“I will,” you shoo her playfully, “I promise.”

You and Feyre chat lightly as you wait and it helps ease your nerves a little. She tells you about how excited she is about Halloween and asks if you think the both of you could convince the three boys next door to do a group costume with you. Cassian’s already been bragging about the insane pre-game party he throws every year before a night out at the bars, and you know you can easily get him on board.

A knock at the door sends your nerves skyrocketing again. You smooth down your shirt as Feyre rounds the corner to open the door, crossing her arms over her chest like a stern mother meeting her daughter's boyfriend for the first time.

She squeals when the door swings open to Rhysand on the other side. He laughs, sweeping her into his arms and guiding her backwards in his hug.

Your breath leaves your body at the sight of Azriel. He looks effortlessly handsome, his hair fingered through with a little gel even though he knows it’s going to be messed up from his helmet. His golden eyes gleam, crinkling at the corners with a smile when he catches your gaze.

He’s dressed in a simple black t-shirt but wears his leather jacket over it, the same one he had wrapped around your shoulders that night you spent in the rain. It’s pulled tight across his shoulders but he doesn’t seem to mind because the worn leather is comfortable.

Of course, he has his dark jeans on, and you catch his riding gloves peeking out of his pocket.

You move to him like a moth to a flame, eagerly accepting the kiss he bends down to give you.

“You look amazing,” he breathes against your lips, never able to part from you. Never wanting to part from you.

“Thank you, you look very handsome,” you compliment, holding him close by the flaps of his jacket.

“Ready to go?” he asks, and you nod eagerly, turning to say goodbye to Feyre and Rhys, who has his arms wrapped around her as they watch the two of you, grinning like fools.

“Where’s Cassian?” Rhysand asks, looking around the room. “I figured he’d be all up in Azriel’s business right now, playing the part.”

Feyre shrugs, answering. “We don’t know. He got a phone call and left right after.” Azriel and Rhys share a look that you can’t make out before Feyre’s continuing, sternly, “Don’t keep her out too late.” She points a finger at Azriel. He looks like he’s trying his best to stop himself from rolling his eyes and you stifle your laugh in the crook of your arm.

“Yes, ma’am,” he salutes, “See ya, Rhysie. Don’t have sex too loud tonight. Or on the couch.”

Rhysand only smirks in response. “Why? Is it your turn?”

Feyre smacks his chest and you drag Azriel out of the apartment before she can go at her boyfriend for that joke. You’ve all heard worse before from Cassian, so the quip rolls off of your shoulders easily…aaaand now you’re thinking about fucking Azriel on the couch.

“If we fuck on any couch, it’s going to be yours,” you comment as you step onto the elevator with him. Their couch is both bigger and comfier. You wouldn’t let Azriel suffer on your cheap, navy couch that you and Feyre got for a bargain.

“Fantasizing about fucking me on my couch, princess?” Azriel hums, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. The elevator feels almost stifling with the heat between you two, his eyes glittering with interest. “We can definitely make that fantasy come true. Do you have any others I should know about?”

“No,” you answer all too quickly, and you try not to think too hard about the intrigue that flares in his gold eyes. “How about you?” you aim the question back at Azriel as the elevator comes to a stop on the first floor, doors creaking open slowly.

You can feel his gaze on your face as he studies you, and he doesn’t answer until you’ve left the building, Azriel holding the door open for you. “No,” he answers, but you know it’s a lie.

It sparks interest in you, and when you cut him a glance from the corner of your eye, he’s smirking.

Two can play at this game, apparently.

Azriel shrugs out of his jacket and you’re taken back to the night when he’d given you a ride home in the storm as he helps you into it, admiring you in the loved leather before he tugs you closer. The smell of him is intoxicating to your senses and you don’t even care that the soon to be setting sun is warmer than usual because being encompassed in his jacket makes your heart flutter.

You’re pressed all up against his front and Azriel can’t help himself but to grin along with you, dipping his head down for one more kiss. He chuckles as your lips chase his, pressing up into him on your tiptoes to follow. Azriel plucks one of the helmets strapped to the back of his motorcycle and helps you into it with the promises of more kisses to follow throughout the night.

You have to squeeze your thighs together when he shoves his own helmet over that dark hair of his. He looks hot as fuck standing there with his tattoos on display, peeking out from under the sleeves of his shirt and creeping up his neck. Said t-shirt clings tightly to his chest as if he’s worn it because he knows what it does to you, and you follow the lines down his long body to his tight waist.

“Earth to princess,” Azriel calls, rapping on your helmet with his knuckles. You startle from your ogling, glaring up at him. The crinkles around his eyes and the shaking of his shoulders are clear signs of his amusement, and you can’t resist that blush that stains your cheeks. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you answer, but it’s a bit muffled from the helmet. Azriel helps you on his bike and when you’re settled behind him, he takes your hands and pulls them tight around his waist.

“Hold on tight,” Azriel reminds you and your heart picks up its pace at both the proximity of your boyfriend and the fact that you’ve somehow allowed him to talk you into getting on the damned thing again. You tighten your thighs around his waist, wiggling even closer to him to make sure you’ve got a firm hold, and he groans like a man shot. “You keep grinding up against me like that, princess, and we’re going to go right back upstairs to that couch.”

That doesn’t sound so bad, you think. You don’t have to endure a nerve-wracking ride on the motorcycle where all you’ll be able to think about is how much your body might slide if you fall and you’d get to see Azriel’s pretty dick.

As if sensing the direction of your thoughts, Azriel takes off without another warning. You squeak softly, squeezing your eyes shut tight as he pulls away from the building.

You’re pretty sure he can feel the pounding of your heart against his back because at the first stop sign his hands come down to trace the length of your thighs, reassuring you with his touch. It helps settle you some, enough to peek your eyes open and watch the houses pass you by.

At some point in the ride, you actually find yourself enjoying it, muscles relaxing but your body still pressed in tightly to Azriel. You’re enjoying the feeling of the wind on your skin, pulling at your clothes and the feeling of Azriel’s warmth seeping through your front. You can understand how he feels so at ease like this, like a bat swooping through the night sky.

You arrive a few towns over where Azriel parks against a curb. It’s an artsy looking town, murals covering the sides of brick buildings, colorful storefronts calling to you left and right. The streets are bright from the streetlights and filled with laughter and a positive aura that stirs excitement in you, even more so when Azriel takes your hand.

“You okay?” He asks, a touch of concern flushing through those golden eyes. “The ride wasn’t too rough, was it?”

You shake your head, smirking up at him. “I’ve had rougher.”

He snorts, tugging you into him for a hug because your body pressed all hot up against his wasn’t enough. Azriel walks you down a block and down a pair of stairs. The walls are filled with graffiti and you look around in wonder while Azriel checks in with the young looking boy behind the counter.

He finds you, head tilted and eyebrows furrowed as you try and discern the oddly shaped letters painted on the wall before you. You have no idea what the word is supposed to say, it’s bright red coloring stark against the deep teal wall it’s painted on.

“Here you go.” Azriel hands you coveralls and you scrunch your face in confusion. He has his own pair, a deep navy, and in his free hand he holds two respirators.

“What’s all this for?” you ask, examining the beige jumpsuit he’s handed you. It’s clean and fresh, so you won’t complain.

“We’re spray painting,” Azriel answers almost sheepishly. At his tentative tone you look up, and you nearly grin. His cheeks are filled with warmth and you think this is the closest you’ve ever seen him to bashful.

“We are?” you ask, eager all of a sudden. You know it’s something Azriel said that he, Rhysand, and Cassian have fooled around with, and you’ve always enjoyed seeing the many tags and artwork created on buildings and trains. You even researched Bansky for one of your high school papers, finding his reasoning behind his works vastly intriguing, but you’ve never tried the medium yourself. “This is going to be fun!”

Azriel’s shoulders droop in relief. He hadn’t been one hundred percent confident in this choice for a date, but he thought dinner at a restaurant wouldn’t be enough to impress you and that going to see a movie was much too cliche.

He smiles softly, reveling in the excitement in your eyes. “I think so too.”

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“Where do you get your inspiration from?” you ask Azriel, voice sounding muffled through the mask as you watch him paint a long, black line down the wall. The fan’s in the room are loud so you have to shout. You’d seemed nervous when you stepped into the room, cans of spray paint littered around the floor, the walls filled with intimidating artwork that you hardly had the heart to paint over, but now you’re most definitely enjoying yourself.

Azriel had been a reassurance from the get-go, explaining that everyone who booked time here comes in knowing that whatever they paint is going to be gone when the next guests arrive, so there’s no pressure to put on yourself, only to have fun.

And it is fun, getting a feeling for the can in your hand, how hard to press, how far to hold the can from the wall. Azriel showed you some techniques, guiding your hands in different motions to create perfect circles, to get the paint drips you were eyeing from someone else’s work. The only complaint you have about this date is that the masks make it difficult to kiss Azriel, who you’ve wanted to jump since he’d pressed his body flush against yours when showing you how to paint funky letters, his other hand a solid weight on your hip.

You’ve been in awe of him all night, sneaking looks over your shoulder at what he was painting; a skeleton stallion with a skeleton riding it, sword raised as if leading an army of the dead into war. He’s skilled in many mediums and your heart aches as you wonder how it’s possible that he hasn’t been able to receive an apprenticeship yet.

Something stings in your chest. The way that Azriel draws, paints, tattoos…there’s a confidence there that you’re envious of. Every spray he makes seems so sure, so well laid it’s like he can see the end result as he’s working. You yearn to feel like that.

“What do you mean?” he asks, eyes flicking to yours for a moment before returning to his work, letting you know that you have his full attention. You’re in the midst of painting the skeleton horse's eyes a bright neon green, whispers of black shadows swimming from its nostrils.

You sigh, abandoning your can of paint and wiping the remnants of the pigment on your coveralls. “All this time I’ve known that I want to be in art, that I want to do something with it, but everytime I make something, it never feels good enough. Like I’m not as proud of it as I should be. I don’t have a style like you or Feyre do, and, if I do, I haven’t noticed it yet.”

Azriel fully stops what he’s doing and turns to you. His hand comes up to caress your jaw, tilt your head up to look at him. His eyes are soft with concern and there’s a wrinkle between his brow that makes you want to reach up and smooth it out, suddenly embarrassed that you’ve brought this up during your perfectly good date.

“Is that how you feel?” he asks, and you shrug shyly. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything at all, but it’s been something that eats at you, day by day. “It sounds like you’re missing a muse, princess.”

You frown. “A what?”

“A muse,” Azriel repeats simply. “Something that inspires you.”

Something that inspires you. You toss the words around in your head, thinking. Surely, you find things inspiring. You wrack your brain trying to come up with something, something that keeps you captivated, gives you the urge to put your pencils to your paper and create something beautiful…but there’s nothing.

“So, you’re saying you inspire yourself?” you tease, thinking back to his exhibition. You tease, because if you don’t laugh, you might cry. You can see the glint of amusement in his eyes, and you continue your soft jab. “How very narcissistic of you, Az.”

Azriel rolls his eyes and before you can joke further, he’s lifting his can of spray paint and marking you with a big heart across the entire front of your coveralls. Your mouth drops open in shock but his smirk makes the feeling roll right between your thighs.

“I believe that muses have the ability to change,” he answers your earlier question. He’s staring down at you intently, and maybe he’s waiting for you to pick up a can and retaliate. Or maybe he’s thinking exactly what you’re thinking: trying to find someplace to tear each other's clothes off.

“Oh, yeah?” you ask defiantly. You want to cross your arms over your chest but you don’t want to ruin his work. It feels like you’ve been branded by him, claimed by his artistic talent, and something flares within you at the very idea. “What’s your muse now?”

Azriel doesn’t answer but he doesn’t need to. The way he seems to be devouring you with his eyes tells you all you need to know about who his current muse is.

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pyr0-kai · 6 months

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Could you maybe write a mike x reader that the reader has a crush on Mike for a long time now secretly but dont dare tell him because she just can't is too shy and Abby helps reader and Mike to find together with her drawings since she noticed how they look at each other every time but no one says anything and maybe with just fluffy please. The reader knows mike a long time and knows what he is going through and Mike did become distance from the reader but the reader is still here for him when he needs it too.. And they kiss too :)

Hiiii, thank you for my first official request!! I hope you like it!

There shouldn’t be anything to spoiler-y just some tooth rotting fluff and bad writing!! (And one spicy reference ish? Nothing too bad)

Also So sorry, my art class was watching the little mermaid today so its been in the back of my mind.

Abby, The Little Matchmaker

You had moved in next door to the Schmidt house a few years ago. Mike was watched out the window the day you moved in, while eating breakfast with Abby one morning. He saw you outside of the window, and he wasn’t trying to stare, but ended up staring at your driveway, watching you bring in and out boxes of stuff from one of those large moving trucks. Abby finished a little doodle before looking up, seeing her big brother staring. When Abby spoke up, he zapped out of his little trance.

As a lot of time had passed you had gotten to know him somewhat well. Sometimes he would talk with you from the other side of your fence, or you two would sit on the curb or one of your porches together and just chat about random stuff. As he became more focused on his work, trying and failing to keep a good few job, he slowly began to, unintentionally, become distant. No longer speaking to you directly. But he still would watch you from the window of his kitchen if he saw you pretty [hair color] flash in the corner of his vision. Often seeing you playing with your younger sibling, or younger family members.

Once he landed the job at Freddy’s, he knew he would need help. And you were the best and only person he could really think to ask. It was awkward but, you agreed. Excited to officially meet his little sister, and hopefully see more of him once again. Thats how you ended up watching over Abby once he started working late nights.

Abby was very shy at first, but as time past, and you spent more time at the Schmidt house, she began to open up a bit, talking more and inviting you to draw with her. She also noticed though, how awkward you were with Mike. How you two both seemed to like each other a lot, but it was strange.

One evening however, it was just you and Abby. One of her favorite movies, The Little Mermaid was playing in the background, and she was drawing. Not looking up from the paper, she spoke.

“Hey, [Y/N]?”

“Yeah Abby? Whats up?”

“Do you like my brother? I mean, Like-Like him?”

Your face flustered at that question.

“N-Not like that no… We are just friends really.” You replied, voice cracking a bit.

She turns her head and looks at you.

“Oh really? At dinner sometimes when I mention you, he always says you’re pretty and appreciates you being friends and taking care of me at night. Also, sometimes when i’m not asleep yet, I hear weird noises, and your name coming from his room.”

She notices your face and how red it gets from hearing her speak. She knew you had a crush on him, no matter how much you tried to deny it. Then she turned her head back, smirked to to herself and grabbed a new piece of paper, before heading back into her room, to plan.

Later, Mike invited you to stay for breakfast. He was cooking up some slightly burnt scrambled eggs while you were tapping your nails on the kitchen table. After what Abby had told you, it became even more difficult to talk to him.

Abby came out of her room a few minutes later, a piece of folded paper in her pj pocket. She sat at the table, across from you, wishing you and Mike a good morning. You 3 ate Mike’s slightly burnt food, as Abby told you about a project she’s excited to start at school. Once the food was done, and the dishes were put in the sink, Abby perked up again.

“I drew this for both pf you! Don’t open it until I’m back in my room please!”

You and Mike both nodded as she dashed off into her room to get ready for school. You stood next to Mike as he unfolded the sheet of paper. The inside revealing a picture of You, Mike, And Abby, all happily hugging. You and Mike looked at each other, admiring each other’s eyes. Before you both heard Kiss the girl, from The Little Mermaid start playing from the Cassette player in Abby’s room.

You two both looked at each other, the paper still in Mike’s hand.

“Did Abby tell you that I like you?” He asked.

“Yeah, did she say that I like you..?”

You replied.

But you’re dying to try

You wanna kiss the girl

Yes, you want her

The song played, while you and mike looked each other. He gulped before leaning in slightly for a kiss, and you met his lips halfway. The kiss was everything you both wanted, soft, loving and passionate.

“I love you…”

He spoke.

“I love you too…”

You replied.

The song ended from Abbys room, and you both heard her shout

“I KNEW IT!”

You and Mike both laughed before he pulled you into a tight hug. To this very day, the specific picture Abby drew is framed and sits on a shelf. She draws all 3 of you together much more, loving how happy it makes you all. This always ends with a group hug, as well as you and mike sharing a loving kiss.

#mike schmidt #five nights at freddy’s #five nights at freddy’s movie #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt x reader #josh hutcherson #abby schmidt

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achaoticeternal · 1 year

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𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺

beefy!bucky barnes X teacher!reader word count: 550 (drabble) summary: christmas/holiday drabble - Bucky picks you up from school on the last day before winter break a/n: i attempted to make this little holiday drabble as gender and religion inclusive as possible. no gender, identity, or religion is specifically stated in the fic, so anyone can enjoy it! no use of y/n warnings: fluff. kids?

The final dismissal bell rings, signaling the start of winter break for kids and teachers alike. All your students were frantically packing away all of their winter art projects and homework so that they could officially spend the next week awaiting Santa Claus or at least to spend time at home with their families.

“Alright kiddos! Have a happy holidays and I’ll see everyone when we get back from winter break. Stay warm!” You waved them all out of the classroom as you picked up your own bags to lock up your classroom for the next two weeks.

Once you picked up all your belongings, you followed after the stragglers to redirect them to the car pick up line. It was your last carline duty and at least you got to say goodbye to all your students and their parents. Even though the winter weather was nipping at your nose, the thought of a relaxing holiday break with your fiancé, Bucky, and your cat, Alpine, kept you warm.

“Goodbye! Goodbye!” You waved to each car as they drove off onto the snowy Brooklyn street. There were only a handful of children and vehicles left, and as the kids climbed into their parent’s car, you saw a familiar black SUV pull into the pick up line.

“It looks like Prince Charming has pulled up to whisk you away from the cold,” A colleague of yours teased. You giggled as you could see him and Alpine through the windshield of your shared vehicle.

Once Bucky had pulled up close enough, you climbed into your carriage to be whisked away as your peers waved goodbye. As you settled in your seat and removed extra winter wear, Alpine climbed comfortably into your lap to welcome you.

“Thanks for picking me up, Buck! I know its not ideal, but I don’t trust anything when it’s snowing this hard.”

“It’s no problem, love,” He chuckled, placing his righthand on your thigh, “I don’t think that its snowed like this or has been this cold since I was a kid.”

“Well that was a hundred years ago, give or take,” You teased him.

“Y’know,” he simply responded, before moving on, “I’m surprised your face didn’t flush or that you don’t have goose bumps! It’s well below freezing!”

“Well, I’ve got a secret weapon that keeps me from freeing solid.”

Bucky turned into the driveway of your apartment complex just outside the building and parked the SUV, “And what would that secret weapon be?”

“I’ve got my love to keep me warm,” you winked at him and pressed a kiss to Alpine’s little head. You earned a meow and another warm chuckle in response.

“Get upstairs, you cheesy goof! I’ve got hot chocolate and my favorite holiday movie waiting for us.”

“Bucky, Die Hard isn’t a holiday movie - you are the only person who thinks that it is,” he rolled his eyes, and Alpine purred against the warmth of your chest, “Even the cat agrees.”

“Sure, because the cat knows so much about movies,” His nose scrunched as the two of you stepped into the elevator. As the doors closed, Bucky pressed a kiss to the temple of your head, “I’m just glad I get to have you all to myself for two weeks.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #marvel #marvel x reader #mcu #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes smut #the winter soldier #the winter solider x reader #marvel drabble #marvel smut

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slytherinshua · 5 months

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FLYING BICYCLES AND LOVESTRUCK MAGIC

genre. fluff. kiki's delivery service au-ish. a lil mutual pining. warnings. reader is basically kiki and sohee is basically tombo lol. some psychic magic mentioned. it's mostly just them being whipped for each other. osono cameo cause she's mvp fr. pairing. sohee x witch!reader. wc. 2.5k. a/n. the riize brainrot is SO REAL. idk why i felt sohee would fit the role of tombo so perfectly hes just sooo 💔💔 i love him guys 🥹

Sohee was 97.62436% sure that he was going crazy when he first saw you flying on a broomstick through the city. Of course, the other 2.37564% that had gone completely insane was fascinated, excited, and probably (definitely) head over heels in love.

He lived in a small town. One where the word went around like a whirlwind as soon as anyone new moved in. It was the most exciting thing that could happen for the residents there, especially when the newcomer happened to be a very pretty girl from a rich city.

Most people would move out of the town when they reached 20 or so to discover themselves. Yet they always seemed to find their way back when they were a bit more settled. It was a rite of passage— a route to adulthood that almost everyone assumed the youth of the town would take. Sohee liked his town, though, and didn’t feel any need to move away. He had already discovered himself enough to know what he wanted to do with his life.

There were exciting things to do that he doubted he would be able to do anywhere else. Visiting the town’s grandpa that ran the old antique shop, getting free candy from the young lady who ran the candy store after the old owner had passed away, seeing every new addition to the art gallery from the aspiring painters and sculptors in town. And, his favourite activity: investigating the old junk yard for spare parts to make his newest models.

Sohee liked to call himself an inventor. It felt spiffy and official. He showed off every new creation he pieced together with rusted tools and even rustier bits of metal like it was the next world-changing invention. He could spend hours in his dad’s old workshop working with nuts and bolts, seeing what the pieces could make once they came together.

He had been determined to make a flying vehicle for years now. After finding a beautiful old wind turbine in the junkyard when he was 14, he had started planning mock-ups for a bicycle. He would attach the turbine in front of it so that when you pedalled, the turbine spinned. The hope was that with enough inertia, you could eventually lift off the ground with it. He was skeptical that it would actually work, though.

He hadn’t officially talked to you yet. You had been in town for a couple days now, staying with the couple that ran the local bakery. Sohee thought you were absolutely beautiful from the moment he first saw you. He had been riding his bicycle past the bakery on his way to the carpenters to pick up some tools. One glance at you through the window had him abruptly pushing on the brakes, eyes going wide.

Maybe it was a bit of an exaggeration, but you looked like an angel. Or a goddess. Or a fairy. Sohee couldn’t decide which one, but he knew that you were the most stunning person he had ever seen. Since that day, he kept running into you in town, but his own nervousness had stopped him from talking to you properly. He had held a few conversations; enough to know your name and age, but clearly not enough to know that you could fly through the air.

Now, he was staring wide-eyed at the clouds, watching you soar just beneath them so effortlessly. He craned his head to watch you as long as he could before you disappeared behind the clock tower.

“Woah…” He whispered, jaw dropped in an awestruck expression.

“She’s quite the girl, isn’t she?”

Sohee turned to the side, nodding in agreement with what Osono, the bakery lady, had said.

“She’s amazing. Do you know how she does it?” He asked with a grin.

“Haven’t you heard by now, Sohee? She’s a witch! She chose our town to do her witch training.” Osono explained.

“That’s incredible! I didn’t even know witches actually existed! Do you know what she’s training in?!” Sohee felt like his brain was spinning at a speed incomprehensible to mankind. He kept thinking of more and more questions about you. He’d never seen anyone quite like you before, and the more he learned, the more intrigued he became.

“She said she’s still figuring it out— but she’s interested in love readings. For now, she’s using her flying skills to help me and the town. She’s an excellent delivery girl!” Osono beamed.

“Love readings…?” Sohee pondered the idea on his way back home. The next day, he found himself at the town’s library, scanning through the small section on magic and witches with more focus than he had put to almost anything.

“Miss witch, I’d like to get a love reading!” He announced happily, swinging open the door to the bakery where you were seated at the counter, seconds away from falling asleep due to the lack of customers. You jerked up at the sound of Sohee, immediately knowing that it was him from his playful nickname for you— miss witch.

“Really!? You want one!?” You jumped up from your seat and rushed around the counter to be face to face with him. Sohee had become your first friend in town. After he had seen you fly that day, he discovered the key to talking to you without being awkward. You could fly and he wanted to fly. There was a perfect common interest.

You loved talking to Sohee. He was infinitely more interesting than the kids back at your old home, most of which were stuck up and rude. Sohee was bright and kind and full of imagination and dreams and inspiration. He never got bored of you talking about being a witch, and you never got bored of hearing about his new inventions. You had never clicked so well with someone before.

There was also the fact that he was the prettiest boy you’d ever seen. But that was… less important. You had a bad habit of crushing on boys without it ever going anywhere. You were determined not to repeat that disaster a sixth time.

“It would be my great honour to be your very first customer.” Sohee said dramatically, making you giggle with excitement.

“Well, then, dear client, shall we go to my witch lair? I can’t perform the reading anywhere else.” You responded, matching his dramatics perfectly. He grinned and nodded and you grabbed his wrist to lead him upstairs.

“It’s a bit messy— give me a second!” You rushed around your small attic space that Osono had been so kind to let you stay in for free. You hurriedly put away the food that you had gotten for breakfast and shoved some odd trinkets under your bed so that they were hidden. Sohee just watched, his heart racing. He really needed to get that under control.

“Where’s my witching supplies- Aha! Here it is!” You held up a small purple box, bejewelled with gold ornaments. It looked ancient and rusty— exactly the type of artifact that Sohee loved.

You set down a thin blanket on the wooden floor before taking out the little baubles and setting them in the middle of the fabric. Sohee sat on one end, and you on the other.

“Alright, mister… I have a series of questions, but for this to work, you must answer them completely honestly. If you lie even once, the whole thing will be messed up!” You had put on your mother’s joke witches had for fun. The sight made Sohee laugh, especially when you deepened your voice to sound old as you explained how things would work.

“I got it. I’ll tell only the truth.” Sohee promised.

“Once you answer all the questions, I’ll flip over this blank card. If everything works out, the name of the person you love the most will slowly appear before your eyes! Now… Are you ready?” You quirked an eyebrow, staring seriously at him even though on the inside you were about to burst with excitement. It was your dream to open your own love reading business. You just weren’t completely sure if you were good enough at it yet.

Sohee nodded eagerly, a mix of excitement and nervousness stewing inside of him. He wasn’t sure exactly what to expect, so he carefully followed along with what you did to make sure he didn’t mess anything up. You closed your eyes and he followed suit.

The questions you asked started out simple, without Sohee needing to deliberate before delivering the honest answer to you. But as they went on, they got more complex and more personal. Sohee had never doubted your abilities as a witch, but he hadn’t expected you to be able to see right through him.

“Last question…”

“Mhm?” Sohee could feel his stomach twist in nervousness, but he breathed steadily to try to calm his nerves.

“Do you believe yourself to be in love with someone at this current moment?”

Sohee swallowed slowly, his mouth and throat feeling parched all of a sudden. He took his time to think through it, though the answer was almost painfully obvious. He had never been more in love in his entire life.

“Yes.” He finally answered with certainty, a slight burden lifting off his chest. It was almost as if he was confessing to you in a way— and though he didn’t say it directly, it still eased some of his anxiety. He opened his eyes hesitantly after answering to see your face scrunched in concentration.

“No way-” You opened your eyes as well, frowning in confusion and looking up to Sohee with a questioning gaze. “By any chance are you…?”

“Huh?” Sohee blinked, confused at your actions. You shook your head quickly and stared down at the blank card.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

The air felt a little tense as you slowly flipped over the black card. You held your hand over it for a few seconds, shielding it from Sohee’s curious view. You lifted your hand carefully once you were sure it had worked and watched as the name slowly appeared on the card.

You sat in frozen shock once you read the name on the card, struggling to process what you had seen. Your name was displayed on the card, clearer than ever. There was no way that anyone could possibly mistake it or misread it, but you just couldn’t believe it.

“It- we- we must’ve messed it up somehow! There’s no way that’s- It must’ve got me confused, right!?” Sohee spluttered helplessly, his entire face a bright shade of red. Somehow in his calculations, he didn’t expect for the card to expose him that horrendously, right in front of you as well.

“I don’t think we did it wrong, though… Everything felt… right.” You said quietly. “Do you… like me?” You could barely get the words to come out of your throat.

There were some parts of your magic that you still needed time to trust completely. Flying had always been easy in that aspect; you either flew or you didn’t. But when it came to love readings, you wondered how likely it was that your magic had gotten messed up. You liked to be whimsical and believe that your love readings could be completely accurate, but your confidence had never been as low as in this moment.

However nervous you were feeling, it was a thousand times worse for Sohee. You had a small inkling of hope— hope that he would say yes. But for Sohee, he could only think of the possible rejection. Or the even worse possibility that this would tear apart your friendship.

“Yes…?” Sohee whispered out to you. You had never heard him this nervous or quiet before.

“Really? Are you sure?” You asked again, this time with a little more voice and hope surging in you. Sohee must have picked up on the hopeful tone, as he answered yes again, this time with more certainty.

“Then the reading wasn’t wrong?! You actually like me?” Your hand clasped over your mouth before you could ramble anymore in your state of disbelief.

“What about you? I mean… you probably don’t, right? But maybe…?” Sohee couldn’t help but be hopeful for your response, but he held himself back from being too expectant on the response he was dreaming for.

“Do I like you back?! Of course I do- It wasn’t obvious before now?” You stuttered in disbelief.

“I mean- I hoped you did, but I couldn’t be sure.” Sohee clarified. The tension in the room had completely dissipated by now, and your smiles were slowly coming back as the reality settled in.

“I’ve liked you since I moved here, I think. Didn’t you ever question why we kept running into each other before we became friends?”

“No? I just thought it was a lucky coincidence.” Sohee admitted with a laugh.

“It was because whenever I spotted you biking around town, I’d land in a street nearby and pretend like I was always walking that way just to cross paths with you!” You corrected stubbornly. Now that it was clear that the feelings were mutual, you wanted him to know the effort that you went through to get closer to him.

“I also started going past the bakery on my way home. It added an extra 5 minutes to my route, but it was worth it to see you working through the glass window.” He scratched the back of his neck shyly, mirroring your smile when your eyes brightened at hearing his confession.

“So… what now?” You questioned suddenly after a prolonged silence of both of you trying to stare at the other while simultaneously trying your best not to look obvious.

“Would you go out with me?” Sohee asked excitedly. “Oh shoot- I should’ve gotten flowers first. Wait here- I’ll be quick!” He stammered, rushing out of the room before you could stop him. He was gone only long enough for you to giggle in delight while you cleaned up the supplies you had laid out. Your witching skills had come in handy in the best of ways.

He was out of breath by the time he burst open the door again, but his eyes had never glimmered any brighter. He held a bouquet of pink and white roses, a little squished on one side from the rush he had been in.

“You know you didn’t have to go buy these…” You bit back a smile, taking the pretty flowers from his hands.

“My mom always said the best way to charm a lady was with flowers.” He panted and grinned at you cheekily when you shot him a look. You smiled as you sniffed the sweet scent of the roses. Sohee was about to say something else, but you pulled him into a tight hug before he could start, the unexpected gesture knocking all words he had into another dimension.

“I really like you, Sohee.” You whispered, your smile twinkling as you rested your head on his shoulder.

He took a second to get over the shock of you hugging him before he was wrapping his arms around your frame as well, mumbling back, “Me too.”

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 8.5 K Warnings: none Prompt: The divination classroom becomes an intriguing nexus for forging new friendships amidst revelations laden with enigmatic symbolism. Meanwhile, Defense Against the Dark Arts delves even deeper into the shadows as you struggle to grasp the imminence of the ever-looming wаr. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 9: The Fairy Feller's Master-Stroкe

September 24, 1976 - Friday

Your race with Sirius, Marlene and a couple of other students who decided to tag along and prove their worth would be next week. The broom race was basically the talk of town. James had talked to the other Quidditch Team Captains, Lyonel Aldridge, Delilah Moss and of course Dmitri Volkov, and they all reached to the conclusion that it would be a great way to boost their team’s morale before the first match.

You woke up early like you had been doing the past couple of weeks, but you and Sirius had gotten a lot more competitive, so competitive you’d already gotten on James’ nerves. Which was something pretty hard to do when you were talking about quidditch. Every day you’d go on mini races, inventing new challenges to fulfill and you always pestered James regarding who’d gotten there first.

“My hand reached the line first,” Sirius said.

“Yeah, but it’s not about hands, it’s about brooms, my broom reached the halo first.” You argued back.

“It’s not about brooms, we said whoever gets there first, and clearly I did.”

“Sirius you can’t bend the rules so you win all the time! Besides, if I had stretched my hand I would’ve reached first so it doesn’t count.”

“It does because you didn’t!”

“James tell him!” You said.

“No James, tell her!”

James sighed exasperated and hit his head against the handle of his broom “Just fucк each other already,” he mumbled, not that either of you heard it.

“What?” You asked with a frown.

“You know what?" He snapped, sitting straight "Neither of you won! And your mini air races when practicing? They’re OVER! No more broom races until official race day and then you’ll admit the other is a faster flier and this bickering will be forgotten.”

“But James!” Both you and Sirius argued.

He gave you both a stern look, and you shot your mouth. “Fine then, till the race we’ll know.”

Sirius nodded “Truce?” He said offering you his hand. You took a deep breath and shook it.

Once you were back in the ground Sirius called you with a smirk “Hey (Y/N)! Bet I can get to the common room before you do.” He then started running.

“You wish,” you said running behind him.

James sighed again “We said no races!”

“You said no flying,” Sirius shouted back.

You then turned to James with a smile as you ran “He’s right, this is running.”

James rolled his eyes but took off running behind the two of you anyway. The only thing that sometimes shut the two of you up, was when someone else won, and he had the longest legs. In the end, he was indeed the first one to arrive, letting himself fall on the couch as you and Sirius fought your way inside.

“Prongs, you’re here?” You said out of breath when you saw him laying on the couch, regaining his own breath.

He frowned “Since when do you call me Prongs?” He asked amused.

“Oh… um… sorry, it must have slipped,” You said as you sat down “I blame Sirius for it.”

James laughed “No, it’s fine. You can call me Prongs.” He took a long breath, “But stop blaming Pads for everything.”

“In my defence. It really is ALWAYS Sirius’ fault.”

He made the face of a man that agreed with your statement. “James!” Sirius complained he noticed.

James grimaced in return “For fucкs sake, take me away from these two,” he said grabbing a pillow and placing it over his head dramatically.

You and Sirius exchanged a glance, yeah, you may be bickering all the time now, but it was all friendly banter, James was overreacting.

“Morning,” you heard Remus say as he came down the stairs “Just got here from practice?”

You nodded “And they’re getting on my nerves Moony,” James grumbled.

Remus raised an eyebrow at the two of you “We just asked him to decide who’d been the winner of our mini race,” you said innocently.

He nodded, understanding. “Leave poor James alone, he’s been doing so much to prepare your race that… he might actually be sick of quidditch by the end of it.”

James instantly reacted to Remus’ words, removing the pillow from his head “I would never!”

You were sweaty from so much running so you excused yourself and went for a short shower, Lily was preparing her backpack when you walked out of the bathroom, using your wand to dry your hair. “Today we’re picking the fluxweed together, right?” You asked her.

She nodded “Just wait for me, will you? We’ll walk to the greenhouse together, don’t think of going by yourself.”

“Of course, I’ll wait for you Lils, don’t worry about it,” you told her with a smile and finished both closing the buttons of your shirt, and shoving your stuff quickly in your bag "Ready for breakfast?"

Lily nodded and the two of you walked down to the common room together. The boys were secretly talking to each other on the corner close to the fire, looking all conspiratoriall as they did. "You coming for breakfast?" Lily asked them. Remus turned to look at her, his brown eyes seemed more golden than usual, you wondered if it was because of the lighting in the room.

"Yes, we’ll be down in a minute tho, we’re helping Peter finish his Divination essay.”

You raised an eyebrow at that statement. Since when did they help Peter with essays? Well, Remus definitely would help Peter, he’d probably help anyone that asked nicely. But the rest? Sirius? That was a bit sus, to say the least. But Lily was already walking out of the common room, so after giving them one more look, you followed her. Maybe they were planning another prank like the rain on the main hall.

Once you were downstairs, the two of you walked towards the great hall. Mary, Marlene, Beth and some others were already there, having breakfast. You greeted them all with a smile “Good morning!” You said as you sat down.

“Morning,” responded Mary as she looked up from her copy of The Daily Prophet.

“Anything new?” You asked her, nodding towards the paper.

She shook her head “Just the wаr,” she replied somberly “Apparently some deatheaters went on a кiling spree. They’re trying to get the muggle-borns.”

“An older lady was кiled,” Marlene continued “Marsha Allenty, she was a muggle-born auror.”

You shuddered at the thought. Muggle-borns first, half-borns next, it wouldn’t take them too long to destroy half the wizarding population if they kept going. Someone had to stop them. You were about to say something when the owls started coming in.

Your family owl, Barnaby, flew down, dropping a package in front of you. You looked at it. The (Y/LN) family seal was stamped over the elegant wrapping. It had to be from your mother. You opened the package, it contained several things. Some galleons, sweets from your favourite bakery back at home, which instantly told you they’d been travelling. A box filled with different potions, and some ingredients to brew shampoo and other beauty-related things. A special potions booklet and a small velvet box.

You opened it and there was a ring inside, a thin metal piece with some engravings on it and a gem at the top, held by 4 small pieces of metal, two shaped like a star and two shaped like a moon.

“What is it?” asked Beth, leaning into you from the side.

“A gift from my parents,” you responded, taking the reins out of the box to show it to her.

“It’s stunning,” she told you. “Do you know what that is?” She said pointing at the stone.

“Moonstone, isn’t it?” You asked, Beth nodded. “Mom cares a lot about the magical properties of stones,” you explained.

“And the metal is silver,” she said turning the ring around, taking a look at the little seal on the inside.

“Silver?” You frowned, taking a closer look “You’re right, that’s different. She’s never given me a silver piece before.”

“Maybe she thinks you’re old enough?” She asked with a shrug.

You nodded, but it wasn’t that. Your mom always gave you gold things. She said the protective value of it was a lot higher than any other metal. Even the necklace Sirius had given you in the vacation, made of brass, was turned into gold with a special spell she had, a spell that would leave all the magical properties of the item intact.

“Well, whatever the reason, she did pick a beautiful ring,” you said, finally sliding it through one of your fingers.

“Do you know what magic it’s got?”

You shook your head, looking through the box to see if your mom had written any kind of letter. You didn’t find any and shrugged it off “Maybe she just thought it was pretty…”

“What was pretty?” Asked Peter, who appeared almost out of nowhere along with the boys.

“(Y/N) was gifted a new ring,” said Mary before taking a bite from her eggs.

You raised your hand so Peter could see it “Got it on a package from my mom.”

“Moon and stars, eh?” He asked with a raised eyebrow “Interesting choice of symbolism, isn’t it?”

You looked at Peter and shrugged. He was right, it was an interesting choice of symbolism. Your mom, like you, had an affinity to divination. Maybe she knew something you didn’t “My mom loves that stuff,” you told him, and lowered your hand back to the table, taking your fork to dig into a sausage.

The boys sat further down on the table. Just close enough to still be able to talk to everyone already sitting there. You left early to go check on the fireworms. Remus and you had decided to split the days in which you had to feed them, and today was your turn. When you arrived at the tunnel entrance you looked around to make sure no one had followed you and entered as quickly as possible.

“Lumus,” You whispered, and your wand lit up, making the dark tunnel navigable. You looked through the pockets of your robe and found the scrap of parchment Remus had made for you. “Revelio,” you said as you moved your wand over it, revealing a tiny map of the tunnels. You were sure you’d learn the way soon enough, but for now, the little map was indispensable.

You used the map to navigate the tunnel until you arrived at the little nook in which you’d hidden your fireworms. You grabbed some of the food in your backpack and gently placed it on the food trays you’d created with a couple of pumpkin juice caps. You looked at the little fireworms satisfied when you noticed one of them was shining, like a firefly. But the light travelled from the end of the tail, all the way through his body and towards his head, then with a small little sound, almost like a fairy burp, the fireworm caused a small ball of fire to come from his mouth. You looked at it amazed, and quickly put the small fire out with your wand.

You grabbed your backpack and took out your charms book, trying to find a flames stopper or fire preventive spell as soon as possible. Soon enough you found something that could work and cast it all over the little fireworm habitat you and Remus had been building. After the spell was ready, you stayed for a couple of minutes to make sure they wouldn’t cause a fire that’d burn the entire castle down and once you were certain you let out a long sigh, not even realizing you’d been holding your breath.

You were thrilled, your fireworms were doing excellent, the way you and Remus had taken care of them allowed them to develop in less time than the standard, which would guarantee the two of you really good grades. You had to tell Remus about it. Maybe you could tell him in divination. Shiit, divination! You were supposed to be in divination. You ran out of the little nook and used the map to find a shortcut towards the divination tower. Once outside you knocked on the door a couple of times and waited. Professor Spellman opened the door, letting you inside with a displeased glance.

“I’m sorry for being late,” you mumbled as fast as possible. You walked inside and started walking towards Remus, who luckily, hadn’t been paired with anyone yet.

“Miss (Y/LN),” Professor Spellman called, you turned to him “You will be working with Sybil today,” he said, pointing towards the small Ravenclaw girl. You swallowed but nodded and walked towards her table. You knew who she was, Remus had told you about her, and her story, and you’d probably exchanged a couple of words with her in the past, but you’d never really talked to her.

“Hey,” you waved as you sat next to her, she waved back, with a small smile, and absentmindedly nudged her glasses back to their place. You looked at her for a minute, her hair might be messy, and you heard she wasn’t very popular, but she was very pretty non the less.

Professor Spellman started talking and with a flick of his wand opened some cabinets, floating a teapot in front of each table, Leaf reading. You and Sybil brew the tea together, using some of the herbs suggested by the book for more accurate readings. And started chatting to each other after you served your respective teas.

“Do you like divination?” She asked you.

“I… uh… not that much, I’ve had some experiences,” you stuttered.

“Sad readings?” She asked, with a sympathetic expression.

You nodded, taking a sip of your tea “It’s always negative stuff with me,” you explained “Accurate, but negative.” You shuddered, “What about you? With your legacy and all?”

“I don’t dislike it,” she told you with a smile, “I don’t like getting sad readings either but it’s fun to know bits of the future, for example, the other day I had these feeling that it was going to rain, so I put on some rain boots before going to Care for Magical Creatures, some Hufflepuffs and even other kids from my year were throwing looks at me, but when it started raining and everyone’s shoes got ruined, but mine didn’t, it was completely worth it.”

You smiled at her story “I don’t get those kinds of feelings,” you said “But it’s nice to meet someone that enjoys it, maybe you could help me enjoy it too.”

Eventually, you both finished your teas and exchanged teacups. You took a deep breath and eventually leaned over to look at her cup, hoping there would be something good in there. You exhaled when you saw a small little butterfly on the cup. Butterflies were good, they meant change, they meant personal growth, they meant… Images flashed through your eyes, and you breathed heavily a couple of times, trying to regain composure.

Sybil knew exactly what was going on, she’d been through it several times before too. So she looked at you with concern. “What did you see?” She asked in a steady tone.

“Nothing bad,” was the first thing you managed to muster, “just… you’ll give a prophecy soon. A very important one, I saw Professor Dumbledore, he seemed really interested in what you had to say.” She nodded at your words, writing everything you said down on a piece of paper, then you looked at her, placing a hand on her arm “Sybil, this prophecy… it looked like it was going to be dark,” you said “but it’s one of those that will change the world.”

She nodded, taking in all the information you’d given her. She did not doubt a single word you said. And you were glad she did, sometimes visions as such were hard to comprehend, and that’s if the person even cared for it.

“Are you ok?” She asked then.

You nodded “I– uh…” you looked at her tea “You will have a period of transformation and positive change, like the metamorphosis of a butterfly,” you told her, making an effort to read the rest of her tea leaves “You should, uh… embrace the opportunities that’ll come your way and also let yourself spread your wings.”

She laughed in response “That’s my fortune?” She asked motioning towards her tea cup.

“Yeah,” you nodded, sounding very certain about it “You must accept your uniqueness,” you added for good measure, after all, humor is one of the best ways to cope with such things “And me? What’s my destiny?”

She adjusted her glasses and took a peak at your cup “I see… stars, the moon, they’re surrounding something,” she said “A small animal, maybe a hare, or… a wildcat?”

You looked at her with a frown “Did you say the moon and stars?”

She nodded, tilting the cup towards you. And she was right, the moon was there, the stars too, and… the small animal? That was a fox. You took a deep breath and showed her the ring your mom had given you “My mom sent me this,” you told her “also moon and stars symbolism.”

Sybil raised an eyebrow “Does she have an affinity with divination?” She asked. You nodded in response “Then it must mean something…” she said, picking up her book and flipping through it “But I can’t find anything about the moon and stars in the book.”

“Interpret it,” Said Professor Spellman as he walked by, looking at Sybil with a stern face.

She nodded, sliding towards the back of the chair, Professor Spellman was imposing, to say the least. “I uh… I see the moon and the stars, they’re close, to a… it’s a–“

“It’s a fox,” you told her “The animal, it’s not a wild cat, it’s a fox.”

“A fox, right!” she agreed, “and I– are those flowers?” She asked looking deeper into the cup. By then your little interaction had piqued the attention of some other students from the class, they were watching the two of you intently. “I– I may be getting things twisted but… according to your cup, the moon and the star will find a blossoming love with…” she hesitated “with the fox.”

Everyone around the classroom laughed, but the professor raised a hand to quiet them, looking into the cup himself “Sybil’s reading is accurate.” He said, “Maybe (Y/N) has an idea what those symbols might mean?”

You sat straighter, looking at the professor “I seem to be surrounded by symbolism today,” you told him “But I’m sorry sir, I’ve got no idea what it may mean. Perhaps I’ll adopt a fox or something? Shower it with love and stuff,” You lied. While you may have not been able to understand the whole symbolism, there was one thing you knew for certain: you were the fox.

The Professor nodded, even if he didn’t look convinced, and moved towards someone else’s table. You exhaled, only then realizing you’d been holding your breath. “He can be very intimidating, right?” Sybil asked you.

You nodded “Definitely.” She looked like she wanted to tell you something else “What is it?” You asked her.

“Just.. be careful, yeah? The moon, it– it looks a little mennacing on your cup. Like… like it could be dangerous.”

You frowned “As in, maybe I shouldn’t go out tonight dangerous or…?”

“No, no,” she shook her head “I don’t know how to explain it, just… keep that in mind, will ya?”

You nodded, placing a hand on her arm to reassure her “And you’ll be a famous fortune teller soon,” you told her with a smile “How does that feel?”

She shrugged “I always expected to end up as one, I guess it’s nice to get a prediction of what you’ll be, makes it a little more certain.”

“And you trust my predictions?” You asked her with a shrug.

She nodded furiously “Of course I do! It’s not every day a fairy tells you your fortune.”

“I’m sorry?!” You asked her, shocked.

“I saw it in your cup,” she explained “I didn’t mean to pry, but it made sense… your divination affinity, your charm and magnetism, your talent while flying… You’re part fairy, aren’t you?”

You looked at her mortified, your parents had done so many things to keep that hidden and now Sybil just guessed it, “You can’t tell anyone,” you told her in a very serious tone.

She smiled at you “I wasn’t planning to, your secrets are safe with me.” You smiled at her after that, you trusted her.

Once the class was over you stood up, but she stayed in her seat “You don’t have another class?” You asked her politely.

She shook her head “I’ve got arithmancy next, I took it as an optative.”

You hummed in response “Have fun then,” You told her with a smile “I’ve got Magical Theory.”

“Good luck, I heard Professor Pendragon, can be very strict.”

“No worse than Spellman,” you whispered, so that the Professor in question, who was talking to some other students wouldn’t hear you. Sybil laughed and you finally pulled your backpack from your seat and started walking outside but you were stopped by Professor Spellman.

“Miss (Y/LN),” he said, and you walked closer to him “Be very careful tonight,” he warned, “there was something odd on your cup, and as you may know, today is Full Moon.”

You nodded “Thanks, Professor.” Clearly, he saw the same thing Sybil had seen, which was mildly disturbing, but alas, your day had to continue.

Once you were outside of the classroom you spotted the boys a few stairs down. Peter was walking with the girls, you assumed towards their Ancient Studies class, while James, Sirius and Remus walked together, they were walking towards the east wing, to Magical Theory, the class you shared. You had the intention to catch up with them, but they were looking as suspicious as they had looked earlier in the common room, talking in whispers to each other, heads so close they could easily bump together. You decided it was best to let them be, you’d been hanging out with them so much lately, they probably needed some space. So you slowed down your pace, just far enough so they could get their much-needed privacy.

Eventually, you reached the Magical Theory classroom, and when you arrived you found James waiting at the door, he quickly pulled you towards him and said “She’s gonna be my team.”

You looked at him with a shrug “Your team? for what?”

Remus, who was close by responded “The teacher said we’ll be working on a team project, Sirius and I are working together, so James was waiting to claim you as his team.”

“Besides, I really need your help,” James added.

You frowned, and asked, a little confused “With the project?”

“No, with Evans!” He whispered.

Realization down on you and you looked at Remus “He didn’t even ask you to be on his team, did he?”

He shook his head in response, mouthing a “nope.”

You laughed, “All right then, we’re a team,” you told James “You can ask me all you need when we–“ You cut yourself off “Wait, Remus! I’ve got to tell you something…”

“All right, if you gave your teams, please take a seat, class will start.” You heard the teacher say.

“Nevermind,” you told him as you turned back since James was pulling you into a table near the back “You’re not planning to pay much attention then?”

“Don’t scorn me like that,” he complained “We’ll pay attention, I just– really need your advice.”

"In this project, you will embark on a captivating journey to craft your very own magical artifact. Channel your imagination, drawing inspiration from the likes of invisibility cloaks and rememberalls, as you fashion an extraordinary creation of your own making," the teacher commenced, igniting a spark of curiosity among the class, even James, who had been mortified about Lily just minutes earlier was paying attention.

"Each artifact should possess a distinct purpose, serving its intended function with finesse. You will delve into the depths of your creativity, meticulously designing a blueprint that brings your vision to life. Fear not, for guidance shall be provided, I will walk with you every step of the way“ the teacher reassured, yet a chorus of playful groans filled the air in response to the mention of project design papers.

"Ah, I understand your sentiment," the teacher chuckled, acknowledging the students' apprehension. "But worry not! The journey shall be as enchanting as the destination itself. These project design papers will serve as a canvas to weave together the threads of your imagination, showcasing the brilliance of your creation. Embrace the opportunity to bring your ideas to fruition, weaving magic into the tangible realm. Who knows, you may be the next creators to hold the rights to an incredibly useful device that will sell millions.“ With these words, a wave of anticipation and excitement rippled through the classroom, as students began envisioning the magical artifacts they would soon breathe life into.

“Well, that’s an interesting project,” you said as you started writing down some ideas in your notebook.

“It’s brilliant, we could ask him to help us with the map!”

“What map?” You asked while raising an eyebrow.

“Oh… sorry,” he said “I thought for a minute that you– nevermind. You need to help me with Lily.” James had gotten so used to hanging around you and the boys at the same time for a moment he thought you already knew about the Marauders Map.

You sighed “Of course James. Tell me what happened,” you said, turning to him “but please write some ideas down as you do.”

He nodded, and started scribbling on his piece of paper “You see, since we kissed back at Marlene’s party–“

“–James that was a game, you can’t be hung up on that.” You interrupted.

“No, you don’t understand, there was a connection.”

You rolled your eyes, while you did think Lily maybe had a little bit of a crush on James, you also knew she wasn’t anywhere ready to admit it. Especially with James’ incessant flirting since like 4th year. Marlene had told you about it. “James, it sounds ridiculous. I kissed Remus then too, and I’m not hung up on it.”

He narrowed his eyes at that “but you seemed to enjoy it.”

You shrugged “Can’t say he’s a bad kisser.” And Remus is handsome, you thought “But that’s not the point anyway. What happened?”

“Lily seems more willing to talk to me lately,” he explained.

“Well, that’s lovely, just give her enough space so you don’t make her feel pressured. Be kind and nice… and stuff.”

“I was thinking of making this very grand gesture on the quidditch–“

You shook your head “James Potter,” you warned “If you so much as try something like that you will scare her away. She’s barely realizing she might like you, don’t do THAT!”

“What did you just say?”

“Don’t do it!” You insisted.

“No,” he shook his head, “before that.”

“I said that she’s barely realizing she might have a c… fuck.”

“You think… You think she likes me?” He asked, in a very small high pitched tone.

“I– wouldn’t go as far as to say that…” he looked so sad, “…yet.”

“Yet?” He asked, perking up as a surge of excitement ran through his body.

You nodded “I… think she’s warming up to you,” you told him sincerely “Just don’t do anything that could scare her away, please.”

“Like what?”

“Like a scary grand gesture for example.”

The professor walked toward you “Any ideas so far?” He said looking at James’ messy writing.

James nodded “A confetti cannon that, after using it, leaves confetti wherever you go,” he said, and read another idea “a pair of shoes that make the wearer constantly trip, a teapot that won’t stop whistling, even without any tea on it, and a buble liquid that makes ticklish bubbles.” He said proudly.

You stared dagger at him and covered his notes with your some parchment “It’s still a work in progress,” you told the teacher with the most charming smile you could muster, “James and I are still looking for better ideas.”

The professor nodded and kept walking around the classroom.

“Tripping shoes?” You asked in desbeilif “an ever whistling teapot? Are you for real–“

“–In my defence, I’m not great at multitasking.”

“No shiit Sherlock,” you told him.

“The tripping shoes could be funny tho.”

“Yeah, and the tickling bubbles are useful, for pranks, but Professor Pendragon wants us to invent the next invisibility cloak, I don’t think he’d be too satisfied with any of those options.”

“What about a ring that’s also an invisibility cloak?”

You rose your eyebrow at him “You mean like in the Lord of the Rings?”

“What’s the Lord of the Rings?”

You gasped, offended, you too had grown on a pure-blood wizard family but at least you knew the Lord of the Rings, “The hobbit?! Does not ring any bells?” He shook his head “It’s a very popular muggle book, you should really brush up on your muggle literature. Perhaps you should have taken muggle studies instead.”

“Hey!” He complained, “Don’t bash me for not being a literature genius like you and Remus.”

“I bet even Sirius would know about The Lord of the Rings.”

“How much?”

“10 sickles?” You asked.

“Oh, I’m really, really sure Sirius won’t know either,” James said “Make it 20.”

You rose your eyebrow at his challenge and nodded “Deal,” you said raising your hand to shake his, successfully closing the deal.

“So… the magical ring’s off the table?”

“No, I… I don’t think it’s a bad idea, maybe we can make a magical ring, just, with different powers instead.”

“Like…?”

You shrugged in response “We could make two rings that always find each other.”

“Ohhh, and I could give one to Lily!” James said excitedly, you threw him a look “Like… not now... When we start dating… obviously.”

“Love the confidence of that statement,” you said with a smile, thinking of how James had used when instead of if.

He winked “What about a bracelet that lets you communicate with someone else, like a… muggle telephone.”

“Or a walkie talkie…” you agreed.

“A what?” He asked.

“You’re joking, right?”

“I- uh… yeah,” he replied, not confidently at all.

“Damn it, James, you urgently need some muggle classes.” You said and started drawing a pair of walkie-talkies on the notebook, trying to explain their use, and how they worked, even if you weren’t entirely certain of how they did. “Can’t believe none of you thought it’d be useful to have some of them around. Especially for your pranks.”

“Yeah, me neither,” he agreed “You know smoke signals aren’t really the most effective.”

“Surely you didn’t try that,” You said confidently, his expression gave him away “You did?!?”

He shook his head, letting out a long sigh “We were in detention for days.”

You chuckled at that “At least you have the little paper planes now,” you said, remembering the day Remus had sent one to the boys, same day he took you to the lake because you were feeling upset.

“They’re useful, but they can be intercepted.” He explained, “Not very good for top secret plans.”

You laughed, of course, James would consider his prank plans worthy of the Top Secret title. “What about a bracelet?” You asked then.

“A magical bracelet? Sounds good, also with walkie-talkie abilities?”

“Could be more convenient than a ring…” you responded, “Not really sure about it tho."

“What about a pair of glasses that can help you see better in the dark?” He asked, “For those times where you can’t use lumos, maybe you lost your wand, or you wanna be inconspicuous.”

“Night vision googles, I dig it.”

“Exactly, but smaller, more practical to carry around.”

“Well, I guess we’ve got a few solid ideas then,” you said as you started picking up your things, you and James had stayed brainstorming together for a little longer than you realized “Class is over?”

James nodded “Moony and Pads left already,” he said as he looked towards the table your friends had been sitting on, “probably to the great hall, we said we’d eat together.”

“Peter too?” You asked him, he nodded.

“Wanna join us?”

You shrugged in response, “though you were planning a prank or something,” you said as you walked towards the door with him by your side.

He frowned “Why?”

“All the secretive talks? You’ve been awfully suspicious today.”

“What? No- that’s… it’s not. We’re not suspicious.”

You gave him an incredulous look but nodded “No, not at all,” you added sarcastically.

Once you were in the hall you spotted Remus and Sirius walking ahead of you and remembered you had to tell him about your fireworms so you picked up the pace. You walked behind him, for a minute, but he was so entertained in his conversation with Sirius you decided it’d be funny to tease him, so you extended your arms, and standing in your toes –because Remus was actually pretty tall– you decided to cover his eyes with your palms “Guess who–“ you started, but didn’t even get enough time to finish since Remus practically jumped out of your grasp in seconds, hissing as the silver of your new ring came into contact with his skin. It didn’t leave a mark but it did hurt him like hell.

Sirius, being quick to figure the new ring you wore had silver on it, looked at you with panic, but you didn’t notice, you were too concerned over Remus’ reaction. “I– I’m sorry Rem, didn’t mean to scare you…” you stammered “I… I was just trying to tease.” James and Sirius finally relaxed when they noticed you’d thought Remus was just scared.

“It’s ok…” he said with a forced smile as he extended his hand, a safe distance between your ring and himself “I wasn’t expecting you to come up from behind like that.”

You didn’t seem convinced but nodded, concern still evident on your face. “I uhh… I was trying to catch up to actually,” You finally changed the subject. James had gotten in between you and Remus as you walked, so you leaned a little towards the front to see your friend better “It’s about our fireworms, they’re already breathing fire.”

“What? I thought they wouldn’t do it until they were like a month old,” said Sirius.

“Exactly!” You nodded excitedly “They weren’t, our caring must have been phenomenal. Our babies are overachievers.”

“You’re keeping them together?” James asked.

You nodded “Co-parenting,” you paused “We split tasks and that way we make sure we don’t burn down the school by accident.”

Remus nodded in agreement “It’s easy to remember to feed them when it’s only a couple times a week instead of every single day.”

“And we found an excellent spot to keep them too, away from stress and anything that could make them nervous.”

“Well, the overachievers are not the worms,” Sirius said giving you and Remus a look.

James agreed “We just gave ours to Peter, in exchange for some other homework.”

“By the way (Y/N), mind taking care of them tomorrow too?” Remus asked politely.

“Sure thing,” you said, not thinking much of it.

You had your lunch with the boys, the girls and Peter joined you a bit later and you all walked to Defense Against the Dark Arts together. Professor Nightshade was elegantly leaning on her desk when you arrived at her classroom. She looked a little tense. Like she wasn’t too excited about the class to come.

Once most students were inside she shut the door with a wave of her wand “Today we will be going through the unforgivable curses.” She said, looking rather dejected “and while is not of my favourite classes to teach, we must delve into the subject, especially in dark times like these in which you might need to defend yourselves from one of them.”

The entire class was silent, everyone was paying attention to every single one of her words. It wasn’t uncommon to hear about the war, it was on the paper every single day, but most students chose to avoid and ignore the subject, so even if the war was going on, it was outside, Hogwarts was safe. But being confronted with it, so upfront, felt, well, it felt eerie and scary.

“Can someone name the unforgivable curses?” She asked.

Lily raised her hand “The кilling course, Imperius curse and…”

“The cruciatus curse,” Finished Sirius with a heavy breath.

“Correct!” Seraphina said, “10 points for Gryffindor… Indeed those are the three unforgivable curses, and they are unforgivable because…”

“Because they violate the rights of whoever is being cursed by them,” you responded.

“Can any of them be avoided?”

You shook your head “Only very experienced wizards can resist Imperio.”

“And countered?”

“Physical barriers might block some of the curses, but there is no known spell that can do such a thing.” Said Remus.

“No one has ever survived a кilling course either,” Imogen Potts added.

“Seems like you’ve been doing all the readings accordingly,” the teacher said satisfied “Now, you know the theory, but today we will have a small demonstration.” The students gasped, but Seraphina nodded heavily “You must know what you’re up against,” she pulled out a box and opened it, a butterfly flew out of it, about the size of your palm. Seraphina let the small insect fly freely for a minute before pointing her wand straight at her and whispering “Imperio.”

The butterfly started flying around, making circles around the class before landing on Marlene’s nose. She was sitting beside you, so you looked at her in awe as the butterfly batted its wings softly near her face. But then Seraphina changed the course, whispering “Cruicio.” The butterfly fell from Marlene’s nose and onto your table, right next to your book as it batted its wings helplessly. You looked at it with concern, Seraphina herself looked mortified as she inflicted pain on the small creature.

You gave her an imploring look, and that was all it took for her to stop. The small butterfly was released from the pain and started flying all around the classroom, desperately looking to get away from the place. Once the butterfly was close enough to her, she whispered the last curse and after a green flash came from her wand, the butterfly stopped flying, slowly falling to the ground, like a leaf from a tree.

The whole classroom was quiet. You stood up and carefully picked up the small butterfly from the floor. Looking at it pitifully as you handed it over to Seraphina, who held the box out for you to place it inside. “As you’ve seen, these curses are not only lethal but terrifying as well. There is a reason why, whoever dares to infringe them, will never be forgiven.”

“They will go to Azkaban,” whispered Peter.

“What a pitiful destiny,” agreed Sirius.

Professor Nightshade sighed heavily “I think this is enough for today, you may go.”

Students nodded and started placing their things into their backpacks. When you stood up, you walked towards her “I want to be in the duelling club.” You told her “I… I don’t want to end up like the butterfly.”

Seraphina looked at you, a sorrowful look in her eyes, she understood the implications of what you’d said. She knew how heavy your statement was. And she nodded “Of course darling, you’ll be a brilliant addition to the club.”

You nodded, satisfied and finally caught up with your friends. You went straight to Lily “At what time must we go get the fluxweed?” You asked.

“It’s supposed to be when the moon it’s at its highest point,” she told you “I checked the astronomy section of the paper in the morning, apparently at around 11:30 pm.”

“All right, we can totally hang out together till then, right? Do you have any plans?”

She shook her head “We had study club, but we cancelled it today, I was thinking of maybe going to the library to get some stuff and then studying or just chilling back at the common room.”

“It’s settled then,” you told her with a smile, walking alongside her towards the library. Since you had already finished most of your assignments you decided to walk through the long bookshelf to see if you found anything that caught your eye, while Lily looked for some more specific books. And as you walked over the edge of one of the bookshelves you bumped into Nina, the small Ravenclaw girl from the study grup that had a crush on Remus. “Hey love,” you said politely.

“Hi,” she replied quietly. To be fair, Nina really wanted to dislike you when she first encountered you. She was jealous of how close you and Remus had gotten in such a short period of time, but you had always treated her with kindness, genuinely willing to help her, if she had any questions, or needed help with a particular spell; that, in the end, she couldn’t help but like you instead. In fact, she’d go as far as to say she admired you. She’d seen you practicing spells and she even went to one of the quidditch trainings, with the intention to ogle at Remus who had gone too, but she was far too entranced by you when you were flying that she almost completely forgot about her original reason for going.

“You looking for Rem?” You asked her politely.

She shook her head “He cancels study sessions at least once every couple of weeks,” she told you “Originally, only Lily held the sessions by herself but she got very stressed without him to help her with the younger students, so they decided it was best to cancel them altogether.” Remus cancelled them? You thought, that’s odd. “What about you? Are you looking for a book in particular?”

You shook your head “Just something to entertain me while I hang out with Lily.”

“Oh, I think I can help you with that,” she said with a smile, bringing her backpack in front of her and opening the zipper “I actually got my hands on this book out last week, I read it in days, it’s about a werewolf who falls in love with a wizard.” she explained “It’s not very accurate with the actual nature of werewolves, but the key points are there. It’s a very fun romantic novel If you’re into that kind of stuff.” She said taking a book out of her bag and placing it on the table. “Oh and this one,” she grabbed a smaller book “It’s filled with simple yet practical spells that we don’t have in the curriculum, such as ways to fix glasses and open locks. It’s fantastic if you want something a bit more educational.”

You looked at her with a smile “These are fantastic Nina, thank you!” You said with genuine excitement.

She smiled at you, blushing just a little at your reaction “It’s nothing. I’m– I really like books,” she told you with a smile “If you ever need new recommendations, I’m down.”

You smiled at her “You’re the best!” You told her picking the books up from where she left them “It was lovely seeing you.”

She nodded, and was about to say something when Lily showed up, looking for you “I’ve got the books, ready to go?” She asked, and then noticed you weren’t alone “Oh, hey Nina! What’s up?”

“She lent me a couple of books,” you said, raising the books you held in between your arms so Lily would notice.

Lily nodded “Oh, Nina is really good at picking out books, trust me.” Lily said, “Mind if I take (Y/N) with me now?”

Nina shook her head “We were just doing some small talk.” She said, with a bit of a blush as both you and Lily waved your goodbyes.

As you walked outside the library Lily gave you a look “So… you’re friends with Nina now?”

You shrugged “She’s pretty nice actually. I don’t know when it happened, but she stopped hating me over Remus, and now she’s really kind, she even recommended books!”

“You probably just charmed her with your personality and looks, like you did with pretty much everyone,” Lily teased with a smile.

“Oi, shut up Evans, you’re probably more charming than I am,” you said nudging her in a friendly manner. She nudged you back and the two of you walked together towards the common room, chatting about your due assignments, and your favourite books. Since Lily was a muggle-born, she knew even more about muggle books than you, and it was fun hearing about all of them, from her favourites to those she didn’t like all that much.

Once you arrived at the common room you both found a comfortable place, she sat on the small round table by the stairs and you went straight for one of the couches, letting yourself comfortably lay on it while opening your backpack to pick one of the books Nina had recommended, you grabbed each on one hand, staring at the covers, trying to decide which one to go for first. After weighing both of them in your head, you decided to read the spell book and leave the romance novel on the side table.

Nina hadn’t been lying, the book was indeed practical, and you tried casting some of the most complicated or useful spells as you read, practicing the wand movements and incantations as Lily focused on her homework.

At some point Mary and Marlene went in, they were giggling about something that happened so you decided to leave your book next to the others and join their conversation.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)! You won’t believe what happened.” Mary said.

You smiled “Oh, do tell”

“We were talking to Moaning Myrtle, she said she overheard Holden talk about Marlene with some other boys, that she was an incredible beater and stuff.”

“Really?” You said smiling wider “I mean, no doubt, she’s amazing! But he said that?”

Mary nodded “According to Myrtle, that is… She also said some boys have been saying you’re part Veela because of your charm, be careful they may try and throw you into the water to see if you’re a good swimmer.”

You laughed at that, you were a good swimmer, but they couldn’t have been more off with their guesses. “So… what are you waiting for Mars? You have to make your move!”

“Make my move?” She gasped.

You nodded “Well, at the party you seemed pretty close, admit you like him or–”

“–Kiss him unexpectedly,” completed Mary.

“Yeah, that too.” You nodded.

“Well…” Marlene said taking a deep breath “I’m thinking I could– I wanted to invite him to Hogsmeade over the weekend, actually.”

“That’s brilliant!” You told her “Isn’t that tomorrow?”

She nodded in response “You coming too? I heard Sirius and James mention they wanted to show you around.”

“They haven’t told me anything about it, but I guess I’ll tag along with ya’ll anyway.”

At that point Lily stood up from her place and stretched, yawning softly “What time is it?”

“10:30,” answered Marlene after looking at her wrist watch “You done?”

She nodded “But we have to stay up for at least an hour,” Lily complained.

“Why?” Mary asked.

“We’re going to harvest some fluxweed,” you responded instead.

“Oh… because it’s full moon,” Marlene acknowledged.

You nodded “When are you getting yours?”

“Marlene ordered them from a fancy potion supply store.”

“That was allowed?” you asked, surprised.

Marlene shrugged “Not sure, but I highly doubt Slughorn will find out, if anything, we can say we picked them out with you.”

“Sure,” Lily said, sitting down on the sofa next to you, placing your feet on top offer lap to make some space. You made a move to bring your feet down but she shook her head “It’s alright, rest up, you’ve been awake since like 5 am, haven’t you?” You nodded, letting your feet on to lay over her lap “You should just tell James to screw off and sleep in, I can tell you’re not a morning person.”

You laughed “I wish, but I want to be in top shape for the game and… to be honest, I’m still getting used to my new broom, that’s why I’ve been flying every morning.” Out of nowhere, a pillow was thrown towards your face “Oi, what was that for?” You asked looking at Marlene, who’d been responsible for it.

“Show off,” she said “I need time to practice with my new broom,” she teased “and then she goes and flies like a professional every single damn time.” You opened your mouth to try to speak but closed it soon after, Marlene continued talking “James has been making the training even tougher so we keep up with her.”

“Sorry,” you said then “I guess I just really like flying.” After all, it’s in my blood, you thought. You wondered if you’d ever trust them enough to tell them about it, the answer was pretty simple, you already did, and you wanted to, but you knew how dangerous it was.

You stayed talking with the girls for a while, Marlene told you about the time she got on the quidditch team, Lily talked about being exceptionally good at potions and being invited to an exclusive party with Slughorn and Mary told you about the private classes she had been taking with Madam Pomfrey, about all the new potions and spells she had learned.

“It’s finally 11,” said Lily when Mars finished the story about the worst date she had gone on, she’d been invited to a magical restaurant, that had been jinxed by an angry customer the previous day, it had been absolute mayhem.

You stood up, stretching yourself “We should probably get going,” you said with a smile. She nodded and picked her backpack up, taking out a piece of paper and handing it over. You looked at her puzzled.

“It’s a nigh pass, I asked McGonagall for it,” she told you “We can go out and Filnch won’t say a thing.”

“Oh nice,” you said looking at the paper, boy, how easy would it be to make duplicates of it, with different dates. “Shall we?” You asked tilting your head towards the door. She nodded and the two of you walked towards the portrait of the fat lady.

“Good luck girls!” You heard Marlene shout from behind.

“Yeah, we’ll be back in the bedroom.”

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Can't stop thinking about Neuvillette not liking christmas at first and you finally warming him up to it & realizing whats important :(

A/N: next day update lmao as soon as i posted it i saw official Christmas fontaine art skull emoji there might be some mistakes bc i was very focused on writing the original idea i had in my mind. i really hope it makes sense in the end bc at this point i kinda fried my brain. merry Christmas!

Christmas time is surely a time that is treasured by many people. For Neuvillette though? A time when people pass him by so many times and greet him so much, that the judge has a hard time keeping track of how many heard him saying them back.

Green, red, blue, orange - the bright colors used to give the poor, young dragon a headache, when he first appeared on this world. The jarring sound of bells rang in his head many hours later, in the dead of night. Furina’s Christmas-loving attitude certainly made it more challenging, as „the Christmas spirit,” like she always called it, had to be present every year.

The young dragon yelped slightly when his hair got tangled in some Christmas ornament; Neuvillette can’t say how much time has passed until he finally got that damned thing out of his long hair. Once stepping past the familiar door of his home, the judge plopped on his bed heavily, letting out a defeated sigh. The moonlight from the tall window kissed his face gently, making him stare at the mountains far, far away.

„Just what is this holiday about?” Little did Neuvillette know, but this question was about to remain unanswered for a very long time.

Years, if not centuries have passed, having now the chief of justice has fully accustomed to the human tradition. He passes shop windows and stalls decorated with colorful Christmas lights, and now they don’t seem that hurtful to his eyes. „It is simply a human tradition,” is what occupied his mind every year during the gift-giving period.

Neuvillette sat by his desk, his orchid eyes concentrated on the paper in front of him; the pen in his hand danced between his index and middle finger.

Christmas lights - check. Ornaments - check. Christmas carols that lady Furina loves singing - check. Christmas gifts - check. Sweet pastries for lady Furina (decorated accordingly to the holiday) - check. Additional clothing provided for the patrolling melusines - check.

For Neuvillette, this is what holidays were for a long time. Nothing changed, nothing appeared new or grew old. And for some reason, despite everything staying the same, gave people the same amount of joy every year.

Neuvillette expected it to go the same way as before. Well, mostly - because now, he’s spending his holidays with you, therefore making the tradition a little bit easier to understand. The smell of the finest Fontaine dishes was the most distinctive for his nose whenever he entered his home, the blinking lights could be seen from the other side of the street. He knew you wanted to decorate the house like you always used to, but this year kept you extraordinarily busy compared to the last one, so Neuvillette offered his help with the matter; your joy was more than convincing, giving the dragon’s heart a lovely squeeze in his chest.

He didn’t know that he owned so many ornaments until that day. He examined various pieces with caution, the way they glittered in different angles, and truly experienced how much of it stayed on his hands later on instead. He more than often paid attention to you rather than decorating, noting to himself that your eyes shine even more vividly than any other plastic sprinkled with glitter. He discovered how much your smile grew even more heavenly whenever you found a good spot for your wooden reindeer.

It would be a lie if Neuvillette said he didn’t enjoy preparing for this year’s upcoming celebration.

Now that he was the one ruling the nation of Fontaine, it was going to be his first Christmas without Furina and Focalors’ active presence.

And the day has finally come.

The fireplace kept crackling gently, hugging you two with comforting warmth. Neuvillette watches you rummage through your gifts, smiling to himself when you gasp blissfully, exclaiming that none of it was necessary, but it’s clear you’re enjoying it more than he ever could... except it's a lie.

Your eyes are absolutely mesmerizing with the shining lights around the room. Green, red, blue, orange - every color accents something else, that he yearns to watch over and over again. The bells that hung on most of his doors ring every time you move, causing his head to turn to the direction the sound came from - it means you’re nearby. Although he got better at avoiding his hair getting tangled in wintery trinkets, nowadays a laugh can be heard, before your hands swiftly take it out and place it on a table nearby. An unwise thought appeared in his mind, to clutter his hair with some other accessories, if it meant to hear you laugh once again. Instead, his hand travelled to one of his gifts - a thematically accurate hair clips - that held his hair nicely and allowed him to come home with fewer unwanted bibelots.

Earlier that day, Neuvillette’s eyes softened at the sight of melusines’ fluffy clothes embracing their tiny bodies. Some of them waved their gloved hands at the Chief of Justice during his walk to provide Furina with her favorite cakes, some of them scolded him for not wearing a scarf, while offering their woolen hats - to which Neuvillette politely declined. He kept thinking of Furina possibly overdoing her sweet tooth - so made a mental note to remind her to eat sensibly and not to open her gifts right after he leaves.

It takes him a while to truly realize in what state he’s in.

He did not need to have any list this year, no - it seemed to come naturally.

And it no longer felt like a chore.

„What’s got you smiling so much, hmm?” Your playful tone is evident in your voice, and the feeling of your elbow nudging his side is present right after. Neuvillette embraces you tightly, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead, and lets out a relieving sigh.

„I suppose this is what the holidays are truly about. Merry Christmas, ma chérie.”

As simple as it sounds, the kindness and small things matter more than anything when you have someone’s best interest at heart.

#is this bearable to read?????? does it make sense #please say yes #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #.blurb

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cat and mouse - 2

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Supervillain(?)!Reader

Warnings: kissy kissy :3, mention of alcohol, you're broke. sorry.

a/n: i wrote this out today (what is now a few days ago) because i couldn't work on the other fic until i got this out of my system :) if there are plot holes its because i vomited out this chapter and threw it out like a dumbass. idk what Black-Cat's personality is like so i made it kinda mirror cat woman from the harley quinn show.

Summary: Every time you try to convince people it was an accident, you immediately get ratted out to the Spider. But really, it was! You don't know why you're being hunted, you didn't even do anything wrong. Yet.

w/c: 2.6k

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Nueva York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, as he, and the world, likes to call him, is your official nemesis, or at least that’s what the city thinks.

You crumple up the half-soaked People magazine, filled with ‘juicy gossip about our favorite Spider and the new villain-of-the-week: Blaze’. Seriously, you might just become a villain if they keep calling you that.

You briefly forgot you swiped the news story off of a nearby food and entertainment stand (that’s barely holding up in the downpour) until you hear:

“Hey! You gotta pay for that!”

You don’t.

In your defense, it was only a dollar-fifty. And either way, it’s technically the Spider’s fault that you didn’t have a penny on you!

Honestly, if it were your choice, you’d never see his stupidly broad shoulders again. He truly is the bane of your existence and a major pain in your ass. You genuinely don’t understand why he even pays you any mind, it’s not like you are plotting to take over the city. You just want enough money to get some fries and a Koka Soda, and maybe a couple more black articles of clothing that aren’t covered in clawed-out stripes.

Spider-Man? More like Cat-Man.

You would say you’ve been “fighting” this man for weeks like the magazines insinuate, but it’s less violence than it is just you squirming out of his clutches and running away. You swear the Spider is a bloodhound. No matter where you are, or what you’re wearing, he always finds you. And you always get away. It’s actually quite pathetic.

He goes: “It’s you again.”

You say: “No it’s not.”

Then he has to say: “Blaze.” Like you’re some ultra-nemesis that has ruined his life.

And you can’t help but: “Stop fucking calling me that, dude.” Before you make a run for it.

He catches up, obviously, either has you on the ground, against the wall, or holds you up so you can’t escape, but then you do. Every time. And he lets you.

So really, it’s just fucking annoying. What a waste of a great plan and an excellently executed silent break-in!

You never asked for any of this. The fact you don’t have a flashy-ass elastic suit should be proof enough: You’re not a supervillain.

But, when the opportunity to make a little more cash comes around, you can’t just say no. In your mind, the bigger the heist, the longer you can stay out of the public and away from him.

And if the one girl on the team wants to make you a suit, how can you resist? The Spider has ruined all the other clothes you’ve worn (and not in a good way).

You saw your new suit a few hours before you needed to meet up with the team. Felicia, or Black Cat as the rest of the group refers to her, is probably the most elegant and badass woman you’ve ever met.

She has voluminous silver-blonde curls and sharp green eyes that match the deadliness of her talon-like retractable claws (which actually kinda remind you of someone…). Though she doesn’t have explosive energy inside of her as you do, her cat-like senses and martial art skills are almost as deadly.

Felicia was happy to invite you over to her multi-million dollar penthouse to get ready and hang out a little before you needed to leave.

She’s filing her nails into perfectly deadly points as you sit on her plush ultra-white couch next to the new suit, hands fiddling nervously together as you watch her pamper herself with extreme precision. There are two glasses of high-grade champagne in front of you on the glass coffee table. Yours is barely touched. Hers has been drained and refilled a couple of times throughout the hour.

“You know, usually I’d work this job alone, but it’s a lot easier to get away when you leave a few maggots to distract the Spider. That’s what men are for. Us girls need to stick together, right?”

Even her voice is elegant.

“Yeah.” You croak out. You prefer to listen to her talk than say something dumb and non-villain-like. And yeah, you’ll admit you’re a tiny bit scared of her, but sometimes that’s something you have to go through when making friends. Right?

“Alright, we’ve got like 20 minutes. Go on, babe, try it on.” She loosely gestures to the suit, “Bathroom is in the hallway, first door to the left.” You stand promptly and shuffle over to her bathroom, taking a second to look back to send a grateful smile at her before you close the door.

It almost resembles the one you saw on her the first day you met. The only difference is that yours is completely black and has a high collar neckline in contrast to her more provocative V-shaped suit.

There’s no fur-lining or silver details, just an invisible zipper that creates the illusion that this suit is painted onto your body. Felicia also provided a simple mask that you can pull over your head when you tie back your hair and some silver hair spray so you’re less recognizable to the general public.

You stare in the mirror and smooth out any wrinkles down your torso with your gloved fingers. Alright. Now you look like a supervillain.

Or at least a super-something.

She makes you do a little spin. “You look lovely, darling.” A smirk pulled at her charming lips. “Absolutely, perfect.”

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Fuck.

So here you are, trying to break out of a bank that shut down around you as soon as you walked in. The two guys, who you never took the time to learn the names of, are freaking out, banging harshly against the metal doors that slammed shut in front of the exits.

Felicia, on the other hand, is as cool as a cucumber, checking her nails like there isn’t a blaring siren and pulsing lights around her.

So what now? You could probably blast the doors open with whatever comes out of your hands (you’re still not sure as you try to use your powers as a last resort). But that would leave a bunch of evidence that you were there and you didn’t come to knock down a whole building.

You walk over to her, trying to hide the anxiety that’s starting to bubble up inside of you. “What should we do?” She looks up from her manicured nails and looks at you. Then at the guys.

“Well, the boys seem a bit preoccupied,” As if to prove her point, one of them starts kicking the door, as if it would magically open up for him if he were to hit it harder and make more noise. She sighs, “I guess we could use the air duct that leads to the roof.”

“Ok.”

So you follow her to one of the main offices in the building, watching as she easily rips off the cover of the vent and uses the desk for leverage to hoist her into the surprisingly spacious air duct.

The chill evening breeze of Nueva York has never felt so good. Well, it has smelt better, but if garbage and crime-filled air meant you’re not going back to jail, you’ll take it.

“Well, that could’ve gone better.” The Black Cat runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back and out of her face. Of course, it falls perfectly over her shoulders. “So…I’ll see you later, yeah?” She’s leaving?

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’d love to!”

“Great.” She walks to the edge of the roof and scales down the back of the building like it’s nothing. Look, it’s not that tall of a building, but still, you weren’t about to follow her down. You watch as her black-suited figure lands on the concrete ground, barely making a sound, before she sashays into the shadows of the city, disappearing into the night. God, she’s so cool.

And then it’s just you.

You sit yourself down and finally take a breath. Your first job as a villain and you didn’t even get to see the money. What are you getting yourself into?

You pull slightly at the elastic holding your hair together, regretting the tight pony that’s now giving you a major headache. Maybe this life isn’t for you. With, probably an overdramatic, sigh you push yourself up. Now to figure out how you’re getting out of here.

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Turns out you didn’t have too many options. As soon as you were about to take a serious ‘leap of faith’ and try to scale down the building, you were ambushed by a series of fwp, fwp, fwp’s and lifted from the ground. That probably saved your life now that you’re thinking back on it.

So, he found you. Big surprise. He’s practically stalking you at this point.

He takes you for a ride, holding you close as he swings from building to building, barely breaking a sweat. You’re actually surprised that you didn’t hurl all over his stupidly firm shoulder. You should have.

You don’t know why he brought you to the top of a half-constructed building, but you’re assuming he’s just trying to be dramatic again. Superheroes, right?

You struggle against restraints when you’re finally set down, at least trying to lay in a more comfortable position as Spider-man stands over you. Not only are you fully wrapped in red webs, but your arms are also tied behind your back.

The Spider kneels down, watching you continue to struggle, “Alright, Hardy, give it up.” Hardy? Shit, he must think you’re Felicia. The black suit, the silver hair. Dammit.

He takes off your mask before you can say anything, pulling out your loose hair tie with it, and boy, is he surprised to see it’s you.

“Wh–Blaze?” He takes off his mask like he can’t believe his fabric-covered eyes. His scarlet gaze not so subtly takes in your new look. A big change from the usual getup you wear. “What, uh,” When he finally meets your eyes, one of his gloved hands raises to rub at the back of his neck. Is he nervous? He briefly looks away from you, “What did you do to your hair?”

“Who cares! Let me out of these!” You glower at him, arms tugging at the luminous webs, “And you know I hate that stupid-ass name.”

“What the hell were you doing here? Why are you suddenly hanging out with a bunch of criminals?”

You give him a deadpan expression, “I’m a villain, remember.”

“Ah,” He slices through a couple of the overlapping webs that fit snugly over your stomach. “Finally giving into the narrative, hm?” Then the ones around your arms.

“S’not like I have much of a choice.” The red webs start to loosen until they unravel completely and pool on the floor. “So, you’re…letting me go?” You rub at your sore wrists, feeling the ache dissipate almost immediately. He shrugs like it’s no big deal for him.

“It’s expected, isn't it?” He’s at the edge of the roof staring at the buildings around him, a soft breeze sweeps through his hair, and the lights of ‘the city that never sleeps’ soak over his suited figure from below.

“Just like that?”

“...Just like that.” He says. But he says it more to himself than you. With that, he swiftly puts his mask back on, hiding the wonderfully serene expression he once held, but you never got to see in full.

Spider-man is confusing. He treats you like you’re some sort of catch-and-release criminal. Acting like a push-over parent that reprimands their child even when they know they’ll do it again. You don’t get it.

And the way he looks at you sometimes. Like he’s having fun. You see it when he’s chasing you, webbing you to the wall, or holding you under his claws. There’s a glowing heat that pulses in his eyes and you can almost see the barest gleam of his fangs. You can’t even wrap your head around how he can both infuriate and draw you in at the same time. And then he lets you go.

And now he’s leaving you.

So you take your chance.

“Wait.” He stills but doesn’t turn back to look at you. He just stays there, merely stopping to listen to whatever you have to say. But you want him to look at you. You need to see those simmering red eyes that are hidden behind the mask. “I-” You stop yourself. You’re not actually sure what you were going to say. All you know is you just weren’t ready for him to leave yet. “I, um, never caught your name!” It blurts out of your lips before you realize what you’re saying.

Then silence.

How awkward.

You were sure he was going to leave you there. No sane superhero would reveal his secret identity, dumbass! Especially to a girl like you.

But then his hand comes up, slips off his mask again, hair slightly ruffled from the action, and he finally turns. Before you know it he’s approaching you, fast. And you can’t do anything but stand there, watching as his looming form starts to take up more and more of your vision until he’s standing right in front of you, head tilted downwards and red eyes low.

Two warm palms cradle your jaw and you lean into the touch, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. Just as your eyes start to open again, his head is dipping toward yours. Then his lips meet yours.

And it’s perfect. His soft plush lips move against yours, occasionally nipping and sucking on your bottom lip until it was satisfyingly plump. The warm, masculine smell surrounding you makes your knees weak as his hands drop from your face to your waist in an effort to pull you toward him.

Your body melts against him as he starts to softly lick into your mouth, thoroughly seeking out the taste of you. He pushes you gently against the unfinished concrete wall behind you, eliminating any space that was left between your thinly suited bodies. You swear you’re about to melt when you feel his broken groan against your lightly suited-chest.

And then you separate, heavy breaths and intense gazes floating between you. “Miguel.” He looks down at the way he’s holding you, the size of his palm against your smaller body. And then the ridiculous suit that was tailored specifically for the heist, but looks more like something you’d wear for a BDSM session. He clears his throat and looks back up, “Miguel O’Hara.”

“Miguel…” His hand on your waist clenches at the sound of your hoarse voice and you can tell he’s tempted to pull you back in.

“You’re one of the few who know.”

Now, you’re curious. You hum, “Who else knows?” His eyes glance at your hair and his hand drops. Suddenly, you feel cold. He steps away from you, not unkindly, but it’s clear he’s trying to create space.

He brushes it off, “No one important.” And then he’s walking away. Back to the same spot he was going to leave you from. Cool.

“Well,” You take a few steps closer, eyes roaming over his muscled back, “I promise not to tell anyone.”

“I know.” His mask is back on, and this time you know there’s no stopping him this time. “Catch you later, Little Red.” He jumps.

Little Red?

#miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #spider man 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #cat and mouse

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fayes-fics · 1 year

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Portrait: IV

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: A session at Benedict's studio is very eventful

Warnings (for this chapter): 18+ smut, minors DNI, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex (m to f) cunnilingus, vaginal sex, discussion of pregnancy.

Word Count: 5.4k

Authors Note: We all knew it would come to this ;) thanks to @colettebronte and @makaylan for checking over this monster chapter <3

You arrive 11 am the following day at the address Benedict provided—a pleasant brick townhouse on the edge of Mayfair. You told your parents the subsequent two sessions would need to be at his studio and that his sister would act as chaperone. They both seemed happy with the arrangement, implicitly trusting one of the most eminent families in British society. It was, of course, a ruse of your own making; he made no such offer. In fact, you know for sure you will be alone together, and something about it has your stomach aflutter, a frisson over your skin.

His now-familiar valet answers the door shortly after you knock and guides you to a sun-filled studio at the rear of the property. The large picture windows are draped with sheer voile curtains that allow all the light in but obscure the interior from the surrounding properties. There will be no prying eyes here.

The room itself is a jumble of artefacts, art, canvases, paints, sketchbooks and his familiar easel. There is also an oversized dark green velvet chaise and, behind it, a lush forest backdrop; you assume this is the one Benedict wishes to paint you into, and you are delighted by it.

“Miss y/l/n,” his greeting from the doorway is radiance personified and slides down your spine like warm oil.

“Please, call me y/n,” you respond, turning to smile at him demurely.

“Only if you call me Benedict,” he specifies, walking in. He is casual today in a white shirt and black trousers held up with brocade braces; he is even barefoot.

“Will we be resuming the official portrait, Benedict?” you ask, emphasising his name as he draws closer. “Or the other one?” you add on a whisper.

“Which would you prefer, y/n?” he murmurs, drawing closer. His hand captures your wrist, encircling it between his thumb and forefinger. Paintbrush calloused fingertips resting delicately over your pulse point as if he is cataloguing your heartbeat.

“I have never felt more alive than last night,” you answer without artifice, ensuring your eyes are locked onto each other before you add, “being naked for you.”

He smiles dangerously. “And is that all you want? To be naked?” the tone teasing and low, and you know what he is asking.

Unabashed, you place a hand on his chest; it feels warm through his shirt, and his muscles flex slightly under your fingertips.

“I want you to ruin me.”

His sharp inhale and rapidly dilating pupils make your chest fire and your belly flip.

“But you are promised to another,” he falters. Just like last night, his reminder is chivalrous. Even as you stand with barely a sliver of light between your bodies, his heat radiating to yours through the thin cotton layers that separate you.

“I do not care,” you state fiercely. “I do not wish to enter a loveless marriage without knowing what it is like to lay with someone I desire.”

“You desire me?” he teases as he presses against you.

“Since the moment I saw you,” you confess on an exhale. “And if I must face this awful future, I do not want to do so as a maiden. Without knowing something of true pleasure.”

“How can you be certain I can provide such things?” he is so close now, leaning over so his nose brushes yours. The moment is so charged you can taste the atmosphere between you.

“No one makes me burn the way you do,” you murmur honestly, grasping his shirt, his lips ghosting over yours and his fingers a circle around your wrist, feeling your pulse pounding. “You would only need to touch me between my legs, and I would burst into flame.”

The needy noise he makes is everything; there is barely a second of hesitation before his lips crash onto yours. And you are instantly drowning. In the rush of chemicals in your bloodstream. In him, as he claims your mouth. His sizeable warm hand cradles your cheek and jaw, directing the movement. So you kiss back, rocking up onto the balls of your feet and pushing hard with your lips. Then it's a frenzy as he parts your lips with his. His tongue teasing yours insistently, obliterating that previous behind-the-greenhouse fumbling from your memory. This is what it is like to kiss. A sensual dance, a tease and a promise delivered—every fibre of your awakened by the experience that is at once exhilarating and so right.

“Oh god,” he gusts as you break apart.

“What?” your hands grabbing his jaw on reflex, not wanting his face to be far from yours.

“I…. I thought I could maybe resist this,” he laments, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead on yours, “but there is not a chance now. Whatever you want from me, I am yours.” his eyes fly open, and there is so much there in those enlarged pupils.

His offer is everything you need, and you mash your lips back to his, needing more hungry all-consuming kisses that he gives willingly.

“Give me everything, Benedict, please,” you say into his open wet mouth, the sound desperate even to your own ears.

“But what of your portrait?” he argues, nipping at your lips.

“You could still paint me after you ruin me?” you suggest with a twisted little smile, moving to suck on his upper lip, loving the tiniest rasp of stubble above it as you close your lips around it.

“If I attempt to achieve both within an hour, you will not be satisfied with the outcome of either,” he jests with a rich chuckle.

“Then I will have to stay longer and find a plausible reason when I get home. Perhaps, I have been sitting, waiting here with your sister, and yet you are nowhere to be seen, Mr Bridgerton?” you posit, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifts you off the ground.

“I am such a scoundrel,” he plays along, hands banding tight around your waist.

“Indeed, and it means my portrait session will not begin until, hmmm, noon at the very earliest,” you declare with mock indignation, eyeing the clock over his shoulder as it shows barely 11:10 am.

“I will be having strong words with myself about what an irresponsible cad I am,” he smirks, walking with you held tight in his arms, diving in for another kiss.

“Please do,” you concur over a giggle.

You share laughs and feather kisses until you feel the chaise bump the back of your calves.

“Are you certain?” he checks, his mien turning sweetly sincere.

“I have never been more certain,” you state categorically.

And then he is gently lowering you onto the plush chaise and crawling over you. You call his name softly as he nuzzles your neck and drops the lightest kiss there. His clothed body is so warm and all-consuming over yours. His hands taking his weight are either side of your upper arms, and he is looking down at you with a wondrous expression.

“I did as you suggested,” you offer quietly, “I wore nothing but this dress.”

His smile is wolfish as he lowers himself to kiss your collarbone. “Wonderful,” his voice like warm honey. You grab one of his hands, and he watches, fascinated, as you kiss his warm knuckles, then guide his hand to the bow below your right armpit.

He immediately understands what you are asking and holds your gaze intensely as he slowly unties it. The fabric around your body instantly slackens as he slides the two sashes apart. Then slowly, with the look of someone unwrapping a wondrous gift, he peels the wraparound layer of your dress back over your front. It falls to your other side, and you feel warm air swirl around your nipples as they are exposed—the same with the patch of hair at the apex of your thighs. Your whole torso lying naked under him now.

He sucks in a breath.

“Is there something wrong?” you ask, concerned, wondering if perhaps you are not what he expected this close-up.

“Not in the slightest,” he reassures instantly, but there is a tremor in his hand as he brushes the back of it over your belly. Your stomach ripples under his attention, and goosebumps break out over all of your skin from just that gossamer touch.

“You are so sensitive to touch, my sweet,” he breathes hot over your face as you revel in this new moniker he has assigned you.

“I have never been touched like this before,” you remind, feeling lightheaded.

He hums in understanding and brushes more delicate caresses over your stomach; his warm smile is everything. He spends what feels like ages running the back of his hand over your midriff, calming strokes of his knuckles as you bite your lip and watch his face that concentrates on his movements. Then he flips his wrist, and fingertips trace over your skin. Your whole body pushes up into this new tactile sensation. He smiles knowingly and spiders his fingers up your sternum, intentionally avoiding your breasts, travelling slowly up to your neck with a swirling touch over your cheek to your lips.

His thumb catches at the corner of your mouth, then sweeps across the bow of your lips, opening under his touch. When the pad brushes your front tooth, your tongue peaks out to lick the charcoal tang there, and he breathes ragged, hooks the top of his thumb into your mouth. You close your lips and suckle on instinct, staring into his dilated eyes. Something so slow and sensual about the moment as you suck more insistently until he withdraws and paints a trail of your saliva down your chin, over your chest until it lands on your nipple, and you gasp loudly as the wetness makes you pucker there.

He smirks and pinches your nipple gently between his forefinger and wettened thumb. Pleasure shoots out around your being, concentrating between your legs, making your hips cant up into him. There is something warm and hard insisting inside his trousers; you know it must be his ‘member’ you have heard your ladies-maids talking about.

“Sh.. show me what is in your trousers,” you stutter inelegantly as you press up into him again, your mouth engaging words without your brain filtering them, too lost in the sea of novel experiences to censor yourself.

He chuckles at your turn of phrase. “Not yet,” he decides, lowering his lips to your neck, his fingers still on your breast, “but I will, I promise,” he buzzes into your ear.

His mouth then takes the same journey down your neck, little kisses setting your skin on fire until they reach your other nipple, which he sucks insistently, and you see stars, your hands grabbing his biceps to anchor yourself. Your cries of pleasure and surprise are loud even to your own ears, but you don't think to stop yourself, awash with sensation. And he doesn't shush you; in fact, he tilts his head to look up at your face as you stare down at him, and he winks and sucks harder on your pebbled nub—then swaps sides. You feel something akin to hot coals in your chest burning bright. And between your legs is a furnace, too—you long for his touch there.

“Please,” your voice gauzy, “more.”

And he obliges. He surges up to capture your lips again with greedy kisses, rearranging his weight onto one arm and the other sliding back down over your sternum, but this time going lower than your stomach. Pausing to swirl around your belly button, his fingers stray lower….

Lower still….

Lower…. until they run into the patch of hair at the meeting of your legs.

He breaks the kiss to stare into your eyes as he slips his fingers between your legs, and your mind blanks. Nothing has prepared you for what it feels like to have another touch you there. Your eyes widen, and your mouth falls slack as his fingers quest into your folds. He hisses at the viscous wet heat he finds there.

“Benedict,” you whisper harshly onto his lips, and he growls lightly.

“My sweet, you are on fire for me,” his voice rough.

You moan and nod as he flexes his fingers on your clit before he kisses you again. Fiercely. Deeper and more desperate than before. You can feel a quake in him like he is holding back for you.

“Do not hold back,” you appeal into his mouth, wanting him to be unbridled—something about this man being wild with passion is an utterly enthralling prospect.

“I must. I need to be gentle, you are a maiden, and I cannot do what my body is aching to. Not just yet,” Benedict explains, his fingers rhythmically moving over your bud, desire coiling tightly inside you at his actions.

“What does it ache to do?” you whisper, having suspicions but wanting to hear the words drip from those kiss-swollen lips.

“To strip naked and plunge into you over and over until you scream my name,” he confesses.

“Do so,” you pant.

“I will, once you are ready.”

“And what of my ache?” you mutter; it feels like a hook is deep inside you, tugging, needing something.

“Where do you ache?” A look of concern flits across his features, and his fingers cease their wonderful movement.

“Inside,” you clarify and place your fingers over his to encourage him to restart his ministrations.

“Inside where?” his timbre falling impossibly low.

“Above your fingers,” you blush, “I am aching, and I need something.”

He groans, resting his nose on your cheek. “Your body needs mine; it is telling you it wants me as much as I want you,” he tutors breathily.

“Make it better, Benedict,” you beseech, touching his face.

He smiles, and the hand between your legs pushes your thighs further apart. Then he is slipping down your torso, sliding his mouth over your contours, pausing again at your breasts before going lower, as his hand did before. You watch, fascinated, as his thick head of hair is all you see, but you feel his lips over your skin, making you quiver in anticipation. You make a noise of surprise when he slinks between your legs and places your thighs over his shoulders.

“What are you…?” you begin, but he hushes you.

You have never heard your ladies-maids talk of a man kissing between the legs, but that is what he does—he places a soft kiss on your sensitive nub, and you almost hit the ceiling with the new sensation. He hums in amusement, holds your thighs more firmly open, and repeats the action, but this time he lingers and unfurls his tongue all the way over where he had his fingers just before.

“Oh, my g-,” you gasp so loud that he chortles again, this time right into your overheated flesh. You make the most undignified noise, halfway between a moan and a squeak. You want to be mortified at the sound he has wrought from you and what he is doing, but he doesn't let you. He tilts his face to flash his eyes at you, encouraging you to be loud and reckless.

“Don't hold back,” he says silkily, echoing your words from moments ago. “I'm going to make that ache go away, my sweet,” he vows.

You can do nothing but let your eyes flutter shut and let him feast on you, which is precisely what he does. There is nothing gentle about the way he handles you. Taking your flesh into his mouth covetously, the heat and suction making you writhe, pushing your pelvis into his face, greedy for more. His left arm is banded tight around your thigh, holding you open to his attention, his right hand free to tease patterns over your belly, heightening your sensitivity with feathery brushes that make your skin hum.

You flush warm as you feel yourself climbing somewhere invisible. There is a certainty in your mind that nothing should feel quite this good - how on earth does any married lady get anything done if this is a regular occurrence? - but it is tinged with melancholy, knowing that this may be your only time to experience such pleasure. The bittersweet edge makes you more desperate for him, grabbing his hair and directing his attention.

He moans his approval, asks you to look at him as he spears the tip of his tongue into you, and you do. Stare down the length of your body to his eyes, dilated and so intense, you can’t look away. You watch as he opens his mouth wide and draws your swollen bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue gently around the most sensitive spots, varying pressure and speed so you never know what will come next. Unbreakable tension builds up, holding your belly muscles taunt as if in anticipation of something. Then with a raise of an eyebrow and a little soft plea to give it to him, he delicately runs the edge of his front teeth right over your bud, and you scream at the drag of the little jagged edge there.

Your heartbeat throbs where he touches, and there is a rush of blood in your ears, feeling something almost snap inside. You grab his head forcefully and press him into your flesh as your world contracts, then explodes. Something gushes from inside your channel onto his chin, but you cannot stop it, barely school your own movements, the burning pulsing ache around your clit just relentless and all-consuming.

He pulls up and kisses your belly tenderly as you pant hard, eyes fixed on the ceiling, slowly returning to yourself, to the moment.

“Now you are ready to be painted,” he smirks as you lay sprawled on the chaise, watching in disbelief as he gets up and goes to his easel.

“Benedict?”

“Your cheeks are so flushed, your lips wine-stained; I need to capture this beauteous glow you have,” he calls as you stare at him slack-jawed. “Just a few details, and then I shall be back with you,” he promises.

Glancing at your face, he paints delicate tiny strokes. As he works, your eyes fall to his trousers. There is a prominent bulge, and you swallow hard at the sight. You can't wait to explore more. Of him. Of his body.

“Come back to me,” you call, after a few moments, holding your hands out in invitation.

“You know, I shall never complete this painting if you keep distracting me so,” he argues, but the smile as he prowls back towards you reveals how much he does not mind that fact.

“I have faith in your abilities,” you grin as he crawls over you, settling on top of you with more kisses. “Please take off your clothes.” Your request is timid but with an undercurrent of desire that you can’t and don't want to hide.

He chuckles against your cheek and pushes back to sitting, stripping off his shirt. You place your hands on the slight bump of his pectoral muscles. He wears a crooked smile as you slide them over his smooth, warm skin, enjoying the play of lithe, toned muscle under your fingertips. He has barely a dusting of hairs over his chest; it is mostly smooth, with freckles flecking his skin that you want to trace with your nose. Your fingers spider up to his neck to pull him back down over you, wanting to feel his bare chest on yours. His chest drags perfectly over your nipples, and you sigh at all the sensation, banding your arms around his torso, exploring the skin of his back as his lips worry your neck. Your hands sweep down below his waist to the wool of his trousers. Instinctually you slide your hands over the swell of his buttocks and grab both cheeks, pulling him down on top of you, that bulge rocking deliciously over the heat between your legs. He startles at your daring move.

“More, Benedict,” you plead, always wanting more.

He chuckles, and his hand insinuates between your bodies, undoing the buttons around his waist. You kiss his hair as he looks down at the task in hand, almost too scared to look yourself, intrigued but intimidated. His wrist brushes your thighs as he pushes his trousers away, and you realise from the wave of heat that he wears no underwear.

He tilts his head up and catches your gaze with a teasing smile. “Do you want to see? You said you wanted to know what is inside my trousers.”

He observes your face as your eyes drop between your bodies and see him, his member. You suck in a breath. It’s a swollen, veiny length of flesh with a red bulbous tip leaking slightly as it stands proud from a patch of hair not dissimilar to that found between your legs.

“Go ahead,” he advocates, “touch it.”

Hesitantly you reach to brush it, and it bobs as you do, your eyes cutting to his face to check all is well.

“It’s alright,” he assures.

It’s warm, contradictory, velvet-smooth skin over a rigid, hard mass. You wrap your hand around it, familiarising yourself with its dimensions and weight. He moans in his throat as you do.

“Is this right?”

“More than,” he breathes, sounding winded.

“This will never fit inside me, Benedict,” the concerned words tumbling from your lips as you grip more insistently, and he growls.

“Yes, it will; do not fear. I will need to go very slowly initially, but it will fit perfectly.”

He removes your hand from around him, kissing your knuckles and guiding your hand to his shoulder.

“Hang onto me, my sweet. I will show you,” he murmurs, pulling your thighs wider apart under him and slipping his cock over your clit in teasing strokes so you moan lightly and writhe. So very slick and ready.

Then you hold your breath as you feel blunt pressure around your opening.

“Relax,” he advises, touching your diaphragm gently, “let out that breath you are holding.”

You feel your lungs deflate just as another part of your body fills. You cry out in surprise as his tip slips inside your pussy. It is overwhelming, with so much heat and stretch. You feel him groan softly and shift his weight onto his hands on either side of your waist, rocking his hips just a touch to push deeper.

“Be brave for me, my sweet. You may feel a pinch of pain right now. But it will all be over very soon, and it will not hurt again.” he vows, leaning on his hands to kiss you tenderly.

You just nod your confirmation, unable to form words, just as a sharp ache blooms inside, making you stutter a breath.

“Well done,” he compliments. “I promise no more pain from now.”

You nod and groan as he slides deeper; it feels like you are being invaded. He rearranges your hips, kissing the tip of your nose before pressing on more; every new inch he pushes into you feels like something entirely different. Until he finally bottoms out inside you, stilling his movement.

“There you go, my sweet,” he exhales and cups your jaw reverentially, “are you alright?”

You nod and confirm quietly that all is well.

The experience of him entering you has been novel but not exactly spellbinding; more strangely comforting—as if he belongs inside you somehow. As he remains still, allowing you both to adjust to the sensation, your fleeting thought is wondering what all the fuss is about beyond a feeling of utter fullness. But then he moves… and everything falls into place about why this act is so dangerously addictive. You let out a loud unadulterated moan of sheer pleasure as his slight rocking motion glances a spot inside that makes your eyes roll back, and your mouth falls open.

“Does that feel good?” he murmurs with more than a hint of pride in his tone.

Your approval is mumbled; fingers curl deeper into his flesh, blunt nails leaving crescent marks on his skin. He rumbles a noise and starts a more pronounced rhythm, building slowly until he thrusts into you like you have imagined him moving with a lover. Deep, languid strokes, putting his whole body into the effort. You moan louder, your brain going offline, leaning into your physical instincts, just pursuing the pleasure of two becoming one, moving in unison.

“That’s it, oh you are doing so well,” his compliments spurring you on, building your confidence.

“It feels just wonderful, Benedict,” you burble, arms locked around his shoulders as your lips meet in open-mouth breathy kisses.

His movements start to speed up, and you cling harder, the pleasurable feeling growing into something hotter, more urgent. A burning hypnotic high that you cannot and do not want to stop. He rumbles encouragements into your ear, making you feel wanted, desired and the focus of all his energy, breathing each other's air—it feels intimate and shared.

“Touch yourself, just like I taught you,” his words velvety and stirring, you want to do everything he asks.

You slide a hand from around him, trailing down to circle your clit in the same way he did for you earlier; the jolt of sensation makes your eyes go wide and your mouth slack.

“Yes, that's it,” he pants. “Do not stop; keep moving those fingers for me.”

With every thrust, his pelvis brushes the back of your hand, and part of you wants to caress him as well, the skin there warm and almost dewy from exertion now, but most of you just wants to keep going, selfishly chasing your own high. Your chest becomes tight, your muscles tensing; he somehow feels so huge inside you now, every movement an effort. You feel on the verge of a crescendo of some kind, your blood pumping hard.

“Oh, you are right there,” he grunts with gritted teeth, “I can feel it; god, you are so tight, come on, my sweet, let go, do not fight that feeling,” he instructs, and you stare deep into his eyes and obey.

Letting the incredible tension snap and erupt out of you, your core convulsing hard around his cock, as every muscle follows suit, almost fighting him. You can’t school the noises you make, crying out nonsense and his name, clinging so hard you know you are leaving marks in his flesh but unable to do anything but ride out the wave engulfing you. All of your senses narrowed, then burst into colours.

Dimly at the edge of your conscience, you feel him pushing harder, his hands vice-like on your waist, loud groans in your ear, singing your praises. Then your core is suddenly bereft, pulsing against nothing, as he rapidly withdraws, and warmth splashes over your belly.

He is panting hard right in your ear when you come back to the room, his body heat and weight almost too much to bear, slumped on top of you as he is.

“Benedict?” you call and tap on his shoulders. Slowly he peels up, your skin tacky in places, clinging as he pulls up onto an arm, the other curling around your neck.

“Was that alright, my sweet?” he checks sincerely as his breath evens.

“It was…. I cannot think of the words,” you whisper honestly, your voice a little hoarse, “in a good way,” you clarify quickly.

His answering smile is dazzling as a little droplet of moisture tracks down his cheek and splashes onto your neck.

“I’m so glad,” he grins, moving in to kiss you.

“What happened at the end, though? You pulled out of me so quickly?” you pout slightly.

“I did not want to impregnate you, my sweet,” he says slowly, looking bemused as your jaw drops.

“This is how a woman comes to be with child?” you gasp.

“Oh my,” he chuckles warmly, dropping a kiss on your forehead, “I assumed you knew.”

“I only had some information about laying with a man from my ladies-maids,” you confess, “I did not know this is how babies are made! No wonder there are so many babies being born!” you exclaim.

He laughs loudly and nuzzles your cheek. “It’s rather addictive, is it not?” his tone honeyed as he reaches for his shirt on the floor and tenderly wipes the residue from your belly. “That is my seed, and if I left it inside you, it would make a baby,” he explains patiently as you watch him clean your skin, fascinated.

“Thank you,” you rush out, and he tilts his head to look at you after throwing the shirt aside, his brow knitted with puzzlement. “For explaining that to me, for not leaving me with child, for what we just did. It was just…. wonderous,” you exhale, your voice going dreamy.

“It is I who should be thanking you,” he answers sincerely, “it is a privilege to be someone’s first, and I’m so pleased you enjoyed it. You may now enter marriage in full knowledge of what awaits,” he adds almost an afterthought, something in his cadence changing.

“I do not wish to dwell on such things,” you frown, shaking your head as you sit together. The idea you might have to do this with your intended makes you nauseated. Such an avenue of thought seems maudlin and too self-indulgent; you want to enjoy the rest of your time with Benedict today. And there is always tomorrow. “Let us focus on more immediate concerns,” you add, forcing your voice light.

“Such as?” he raises an eyebrow suggestively.

“Painting, Mr Bridgerton,” you laugh pointedly, “unless you have something else in mind?” you smirk back.

“I might,” he adds silkily, drawing you into his arms after pulling his trousers back on. “But I may need some time to recover,” he adds with a wink, and you chuckle.

“Perhaps we should concentrate on the official portrait for now?” you propose, re-tying your dress, “and if there is time later, well, there is a second picture that may need more work.” your tone playful as you raise an eyebrow.

“Indeed it may,” that crooked smile tugging at his lips that makes your belly flip.

The next hour is spent with stolen glances and shared giggles as he paints your portrait, standing behind his easel shirtless; so very appealing. You would not want to look anywhere else, thoughts of running your tongue over every contour making it hard to do anything but smile coquettishly, and he has to chastise you for not pulling such a tempting face. It doesn’t help that every ten minutes or so, he finds himself drawn to you, sidling up to the chaise and pulling you into sweet distracting kisses that throw you entirely off your pose.

As the clock strikes 1 pm, you have to tear yourself away from this remarkable man before the temptation is to hide with him all day. And night. Your heart wanting to throw caution to the wind, to just stay here and damn the consequences to you, your honour, your reputation, and your family.

“Until tomorrow, y/n,” he lilts as his lips linger over yours by the front door, seemingly just as reluctant as you to part.

“I cannot wait,” you breathe, unable to step outside his embrace.

You feel the curl of his smile next to your cheek. “You should know I have finished painting your dress into the portrait. So if you wish to turn up tomorrow in not a stitch of clothing, there will certainly be no complaints from me,” he teases with a rich tone, lips now hot on yours.

“Maybe I just will,” you volley back, feeling featherweight with happiness, “but I would insist you also be naked. Sir.” You are teasing now, knowing how affected he was when you used that honorific yesterday, goading him, giving him every reason to drag you back to his studio, to his bed.

His breath catches, and his gaze is fiery. “Leave now,” he growls, “before I whisk you away, lock you in a tower, and keep you as mine.”

Before you can respond, sway in his arms and dare him to do it, he wrenches the door open and bundles you outside as if the temptation is too great for him too.

The whiplash of the street noise, hubbub, and the bright midday sun is a shock, so you lean back on the door, still trying to absorb everything. “Do it. Please, god, Benedict. Do it. Take me away from everything. You are all I will ever want,” you plead with eyes closed before taking a deep breath and reluctantly moving away….

….Not realising he is also leaning against it on the other side, wistful—and heard exactly what you said.

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ithaquasbbg · 5 months

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Hello, may I have some headcanons on Hunter Luchino and Jack react to their y/n falling asleep during a match?

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Omg yes I love this trope!!! Sorry for the delay

Luchino and Jack with an exhausted s/o Headcanons

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Pairing: Luchino x reader, Jack x reader

Tw: none

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Luchino

(He looks like he’s seen some things in half of the official art Netease needs to do him better)

|🧪| He knew there was something wrong when he saw you early in the match. You looked like he did back when he would spend his entire days doing research!

|🧪| Luchino decides to go easy on you since you look exhausted and manages to chair one of your teammates only for you to come rescue.

|🧪| When you rescue your teammate, it’s not long before you’re passed out on the ground in front of the hunter and your very concerned teammate.

|🧪| Forget about chairing your teammates- Luchino needs to make sure you’re okay first! He sits down and lays your head down on his lap so you can rest until he can surrender.

|🧪| As soon as he gets the option he does and walks you back into your room in the manor as fast as possible, laying you down in your bed and taking a seat next to you

|🧪| He sits down reading a book of some sort (probably science…) until you wake up

|🧪| The moment you try to get up he gently pushes you back down with a stern look on his face.

|🧪| Forget your matches for the rest of the day, he’s going to make sure you can get out of them and get proper rest.

You open your eyes to find yourself in your bed.. weren’t you just rescuing your teammate? Confused, you start to sit up only to feel a gentle hand pushing you back down into your pillows. “(Name), you need to rest.” Luchino sets his book down and gives you a worried yet stern glance. “..But-” He quickly cuts you off, a small smile on his face. “I got you out of your matches so you can sleep, (Name), you need it.”

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Jack

(He’d be a pretty good baby girl if he wasn’t a killer..)

|🔪| Jack doesn’t see you until you come to rescue your teammate from being chaired, and boy do you look exhausted!

|🔪| Out of pity (or maybe morbid curiosity) he lets you rescue your teammate despite the fact you can barely stand up. It’s no surprise to him when you pass out.

|🔪| Unlike Luchino, Jack has no desire to spare your teammates even if you’re out cold, and simply Carries you around for the rest of the match as he hunts.

|🔪| Once the other three survivors are out though he surrenders so he can walk you back to your room.

|🔪| Tucks you into bed and runs his hands across your face, it’s not everyday he gets to admire you up close like this.

|🔪| When you eventually wake up, you’re met with a kiss on the lips and the ever prominent smirk on Jacks face (assuming you can see it… let’s just say you can)

|🔪| He’s not going to let you do another match for the day, and makes sure you don’t get out of bed if you don’t need to.

“Jack..? What happened to the match?” You ask after coming to your senses, only to hear your boyfriend chuckle at your cluelessness “You passed out cold in the middle of it, (Name).” You feel your face getting hit with embarrassment before a glass of water is handed to you. “Take a drink and go back to bed, (Name), I can’t have you passing out in front of somebody else now can I?”

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There we go, hopefully it’s ok :))

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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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A Familiar Face

Husker x OC

A/N: Wanted to try out writing for a different character so here's me trying to do the hazbin hotel's resident bartender! I'm not sure if I'll officially start writing for other characters except for Vox just yet but I'm slowly trying to learn the rest of the cast. Anyway, thanks @ilovelyneysm07 for letting me use your art in the thumbnail and I hope you enjoy this short drabble with Husker and your OC Serena! Dunno if the cat's OOC or not I tried my best TwT

A/N: Also don't worry guys, the next interlude for the Get Off My Screen Series is in the works. I'll probably post it this evening if I can finish it then :)

Husker never gave a second thought about redemption, after all- he was in hell for a reason. The gambling, the obsession, the greed- his lifestyle was a far cry compared to heaven's sparkly standards and unrelenting fine print. Not to mention his deal with a certain radio demon. He sold his soul for power, and for as along as the deer was in hell- so was he.

So you could imagine the bartender's surprise when he eventually found himself standing outside the pearly gates and they were open. To him. He didn't think it was even possible. Not to mention he was placed in an outfit similar to the suit he wore in his overlord days. How that happened, he wasn't quite sure.

"Husker?"

That was a voice Husker didn't think he would ever hear again. Not since... well- not since he was alive. He slowly moved to look over, breath caught in his throat from both the shock of the disbelief at who he saw.

"Serena?"

Neither dared to move first, instead just staring at each other. That was until Husker finally broke the silence, taking a step forward. A step bridging the gap closer.

Serena was just conflicted about everything, from not seeing her friend for so many years only to find out he'd been damned to the inferno. For what? Truths untold and hidden that only added fuel to the fire. Despite that, she couldn't help feel relieved that friend was okay. He was there, and they could finally talk again.

"I... guess I owe you a hell of an explanation huh?"

Serena uncrossed her arms running up to the feline and giving him a hug, Husker let out a heavy sigh and returned the gesture; his wings wrapping around them both. Feelings untold, the guilt for lying, on top of just how much the bartender just missed her-

It was a lot.

"Yes. You do. It's only lying by omission but still. Don't ever lie to me again. You know I hate liars."

"Yeah, I know. I'll tell you everything that's happened this time. It's a lot."

Serena chuckled, looking up at her friend with a small smile. Even if she was disappointed and angry with him at first for deceiving her like that. Things he was never able to tell since she had died earlier than he did.

"You promise?"

Husker returned the small smile, his arms around her tightening slightly.

"Yes doll, I promise."

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dirtywresling102 · 1 year

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This is me projecting for sure, but can I request a female reader x Hook? She meets him at a convention meet and greet and he ends up being really into her. Feel like this is kinda cliche but I’m supposed to meet him in two weeks so I am projecting/lowkey manifesting👀 😂😭

Pairing: Hook x Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Meet and Greets

Imagine Requests: Open!

Note: YOU'RE MEETING HOOK!? Ugh lucky! I just met Brian Cage a 2 weeks ago! Ugh I hope to meet Hook one day! I hope you have fun!

Follow My Main Blog!: @dirtywrestling

Your stomach clenched tighter as you saw Hook's fluffy brown hair in view. You bit your lip to see him looking up at the person in front of him and smile. His smile melted your heart in way you never thought someone could. You grew even more nervous as you realized you were the next person in line to speak with him.

It seemed like your legs were becoming wobbly with each step you took. Watching the person in front of you leave in excitement you looked at Hook to see he was already looking at you with a large smile. "Hi!" He greeted.

"H- Hello." You gushed, walking up to the table. You handed him a piece of paper with a drawing on it of him.

"Holy shit, is this me!" His eyes sparkled as he admire the art work.

"Yeah, I uh have been working on it for awhile." You blushed as he grew excited over your work.

"This is amazing." Hook's eyes never left the paper as he grabbed a marker. "Who can I make this out to?" He popped off the lid.

"Y/N." You said sheepishly, biting your lip as you watched him autograph the drawing. "I'm a big fan of you." You finally admitted.

"And I'm a big fan of you as well." Hook gave your art piece one last look before handing it to you. "Do you post on Instagram?"

"Of my work? Daily." You smiled, carefully grabbing the sheet, making sure not to ruin it.

"Well, how about I give you a follow so I can see all your amazing art work?"

You stared at him in disbelief. "R- Really?" You fumbled to grab your phone, looking up your Instagram username. "Here, it's this." You showed him your profile picture as he pulled out his phone with a smile and put in your account.

"And, followed."

You looked at your screen to see Hook was officially following you.

"Come on, can't leave without a picture." Hook stood up from his chair as you made your way around the table, he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you tight, smiling towards the camera. Once the flash went off me whispered in your ear. "I'll text you later."

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ariesqueencobra · 2 months

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what we used to be | Vlll

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: The All Valley is here but you're realizing things that weren't there before.

Warnings: tournament fighting, swearing, mild violence, implied slut-shaming

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Things are finally getting good! Loved working on this chapter and I hope you love reading it! This concludes season 1, next chapter will be season 2! Also, tell me why it's so hard finding gifs for each episode? I wanted the gif where Hawk is at the All Valley, showing off his tattoo but I can't find it! What the heck?!

Thank you to those who already reblog and comment, I see you and I love you all for it!

I don't consent to this work being copied, translated or reposted.

It was the next day—the day of the All Valley.

You were standing outside the arena, awaiting Sensei yet he was nowhere to be seen. In the meantime, Miguel was practicing punches but the look on his face uneased you.

“Calm down, man. Save some for the tournament,” Eli spoke up.

Miguel sent him a look.

You frowned, knowing he was aggravated because of his breakup with Sam. You couldn’t blame him, still based on what you heard last night, she had good reason to end things when he hit her.

Accident or not.

“Where’s Sensei? The tournament’s gonna start soon,” Eli asked Aisha after she told him to to bother with Miguel.

“He’ll be here,” she reassured.

Agreeing with her, Bert spoke up, claiming he saw him at the mini-mall last night drunk and yelling.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” You furrowed your brows.

“It didn’t seem like a big deal since I’m so used to seeing him drunk,” he defended.

It was a fair point. If you had seen it, you probably would’ve thought the same thing. Sensei always had a Coors Banquet in his hand.

“Well, we’re here and he’s not so it’s officially a big deal,” Eli spat.

“Something could’ve happened to him,” you said, opting for a gentler tone. “We’re just worried.”

“It doesn’t matter, we’re gonna have to do it without him,” Eli shrugged.

“Do what without me?” Sensei said.

You smiled when he approached.

“I may not always win but I never back out of a fight,” he said after Eli responded, glancing at his students before they focused on Miguel.

“All right, let’s sign up,” Miguel looked antsy.

“Not yet, there’s one more lesson I have to teach you,” Sensei said, signaling for you all to walk into the arena.

You intertwined your fingers with Eli’s, making your way inside. You gathered in a circle, your Sensei standing in the middle as he began to walk around.

“You’ve all learned to strike first, to be aggressive, not be losers,” he started. “I taught you to strike hard, to put every ounce of your power behind everything you do.”

You nodded. It was a surprise how much you’ve grown in the past few months because of Cobra Kai. You weren’t scared to walk through the halls and see Yasmine or Moon, you weren’t fearful of expressing yourself in your art class, and you sure as hell weren’t afraid of being yourself.

“But I haven’t taught you the third rule of Cobra Kai,” Sensei continued, pausing in the middle of the huddle. “No mercy.”

Narrowing your gaze, you recalled the mantra on the wall in the dojo. You always wondered what it meant. Why it was important.

“The older you get, the more you’re gonna learn that life isn’t fair. You wake up one morning feeling great, and then life throws a spinning heel kick to your balls, takes a big steaming shit in your mouth.”

You grimaced.

“You get an “F” on a test, you get suspended. You fall in love with a girl and another dude comes and steals her away. Car gets set on fire. Just when you think things are good, everything falls apart,” he rambled.

Shocked that you weren’t confused by his words, you nodded along, understanding exactly what he meant.

“That’s how it goes. Life shows no mercy, so neither do we. We do whatever it takes to keep our heads above water. We do whatever it takes to keep moving forward. We do whatever it takes to win!” He exclaimed, voice booming with power.

A smile grew on your face as you felt the adrenaline bubble inside you.

“Remember who you are. You’re badass. You don’t give a shit! You kick ass! You’re Cobra Kai!”

“Cobra Kai!” Miguel shouted, following the rest of the group.

“Let’s go down there and kick the shit out of everybody!” Sensei concluded.

With that, you were gonna reach for your gi when he stopped all of you.

“No, you’re not wearing those,” he smirked.

You overheard the announcer introduce your dojo but right before he said your name, you and your teammates all got into formation, chanting your name as you entered the gym, creating a rouse from the audience as you rounded the mat.

It was empowering to say the least and you felt proud as you stood in your place, next to Eli, arms crossed behind your back.

“And finally, fighting unaffiliated from North Hills is Robby Keene!” The announcer shouted.

You realized this was the boy Sam showed up with last night right as you were leaving the party. Interest piqued in you, it was something out of a soap opera, and based on the look on Miguel’s face, you had a feeling things weren’t going to go down easy if they had to face each other.

“Alright folks, get ready. It’s karate time.”

You shook with excitement, some nerves bubbling in your stomach but you kept them at bay, trying to remember what your Sensei taught you.

Miguel was fighting first. The first round was quick as he used the crane kick to strike his opponent. Next was Aisha and she kicked her opponent to the ground, punching him in the face.

You cheered her on, Sensei encouraging her.

Then Eli was next, his opponent struck him but he blocked it, hurdling towards him and sending him to the mat as he knocked him out. He was announced the winner by the ref and you’ve never seen your boyfriend more pumped than now.

“Yeah!” He cheered, pumping his fists before he threw his gi off, cheering towards the crowd that amped him up.

“Woah,” you were taken aback. “He’s so hot,” you spoke out loud from your daze, Miguel and Aisha sending you an amusing look.

Distracted from your boyfriend, you didn’t realize your turn was next. As you stared at your opponent, the excitement coursing through you turned into anxiety. Your chest was heaving as you took calming breaths, your boyfriend taking notice as he grabbed your arm gently.

He sent you a concerned look.

“I’m fine, I promise, just nervous,” you nodded, averting your gaze.

While you had anxiety with tests or presentations, common things, this was new.

“Remember to stay on offense, Miss L/N, no mercy,” Sensei said, patting you on the shoulder as you stood before the mat.

You nodded, Eli squeezing your arm for good luck before you stepped on. You met your opponent in the middle, the guy slightly taller than you, but he could definitely be beaten—at least that’s what you told yourself.

“Face me, bow,” the referee ordered. “Face each other, bow. Ready?”

You raised your fists.

“Fight!”

You utilized the adrenaline in your system, blocking out all the fear and doubt, and just went for it. Dodging a few hits, you managed to hit one square in his chest. You scored the first point, but he got you on the next when you didn’t block quickly enough. You were losing hope when he got the next one too, but as you listened in on your dojo chanting your name, all the strength you needed found you. You blocked his hit, kicking out your leg and hitting his side.

The score was 2-2.

One more point and you were in the quarter-finals. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you shook out your jitters, letting the ref set up the fight before you were ordered to start. You charged toward your opponent, swinging your leg over his head and using his crouched position as an advantage, roundhousing him with your opposite leg.

The ref wrapped his hand around your wrist, raising your arm as you were declared winner.

You beamed up at the crowd, finding Demitiri and your parents cheering you on from the bleachers. You giggled to yourself before you made your way back to your team, receiving congratulations and pats on the back.

��You did great!” Eli hugged you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

Your face heated up at the affection and you were still in shock as the final matches went on. As things funneled out, your next opponent was named and you gulped when you saw Keene on the board right under your name.

“Don’t worry, babe, kick his ass for what he did to Miguel,” Eli told you. “No mercy.”

You furrowed your brows. “He’s just a random guy, I’m not gonna hurt him for that,” you disagreed. “I’ll give him my all because it’s a karate match, not a duel.”

“Yeah, well, he better not hurt you,” he grunted, face stone cold as he faced forward.

“That’s inevitable, Eli,” you blew out a breath.

The quarter-finals were commencing.

Miguel easily beat his opponent, but Aisha unfortunately lost her match with Xander Stone, she didn’t take it too well and while you wanted to go comfort her, your match was up.

“You’ll do great, okay?” Eli reassured. “Beat his ass,” he encouraged.

You walked onto the mat, meeting Robby in the middle. You shook hands before you got into fighting positions.

Staying on offense, you struck first. When you landed a kick to his stomach, his arms barely attempting a block, you weren’t sure if he was taking it easy on you since you were a girl. Having seen how easily he took down his opponents, you believed that was the case.

So in the second round, you showed him no mercy, not holding back as you threw punches and kicks, landing your second point.

He was taken aback by your fury and you sent him a look that you wouldn’t be holding back. You saw the furrow between his brows, his gaze traveling over your shoulder and something familiar to anger clicked. In the third round, he got his first point, kicking you in the kidneys.

You tried to keep up, but he was a good fighter. He blocked your hits and landed a punch on your chest. You were tied again.

He kept you on offense but you blocked his kick, your arm flying to the side as you aimed for his side but he got you, a kick right in the stomach.

You went flying back, groaning in discomfort as he was crowned victor. You hissed in pain as you clutched your stomach. You heard Eli call your name but you ignored it when Robby stalked over to you.

“You okay?” He offered his hand.

You hesitated before you reached for it. Wrapping his fingers around your hand, he pulled you up, holding you straight as you regained balance. You let out a small laugh. “Not the worst I experienced, but you’re a tough fighter,” you grinned.

“You too,” he returned it, a genuine smile plastered on his face.

“Good luck in the semis,” you tipped, letting go of his hand and backing back towards your team.

“Thanks,” he followed you, eyes bright.

“Good job, Miss L/N,” Sensei congratulated you, raising his fist.

“Thank you.”

You felt calm now, feeling accomplished that you made it through. It was over now.

“You okay?” Eli glanced at your stomach where you were kicked. “I’m gonna make sure he regrets it,” he cupped your face, eyes blazing with fire.

You gulped from struggling to catch your breath. “I’m fine,” you reassured.

He nodded, smirking before he was called over by Sensei. The two of them plus Miguel joined the finalists on the mat. Cheering for them, part of you hoped that Eli would be the champion.

The announcer got everyone sitting on the edge of their seats, anticipating the winner of the tournament before last year's champion was called to the center of the mat.

Shortly after that debrief, Eli joined you once more, and Miguel’s match began.

Without a doubt, Miguel was the better fighter, and the match became 2-1. Getting his game face on, he was able to score the final point, kicking Xander in the stomach.

You high-fived him as he made it back to the group just as Sensei got Eli ready for his match. Wishing your boyfriend good luck, he hopped on the mat, stalking over to Robby.

It surprised you when Robby struck first, starting with a kick. He sent Eli backward until your boyfriend had enough, wrapping his arm around him and knocking him to the mat before he punched him right in the chest.

It was intense and you could see the shock and anger spread on Robby’s face.

Starting the next round, Mr. LaRusso shouted “Remember what you learned, Robby!”

This got him back in the game, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

You were intrigued, wondering why he was doing that. It wasn’t anything like Sensei taught you. Nothing about it screamed Cobra Kai. It was the opposite and watching it brought you a feeling of peace.

It was odd.

When the round began, he still had his eyes closed when Eli attacked but he was able to block it.

That impressed you more than it should.

Eli circled Robby before throwing a punch and a kick, both missed until Robby swept his leg up, striking your boyfriend in the face and sending him to the mat.

You winced, worried for him but that changed to worrying for Robby by the look on his face. You knew he was in the game, adrenaline coursing through him, but you didn’t like the look so much. You saw as he got close to Robby, saying something to him.

He wasn’t happy with what Robby said in return as the moment he had his back turned, Eli stalked over and kicked him in the shoulder, Robby’s knees giving out.

You screamed out Eli’s name in distress, not seeing Sensei run over to check on Robby. At the same time, Eli was disqualified, not making him happier.

Sensei scolded him and Miguel was quick to pull him down from the mat.

“What the hell were you thinking, man?” He pushed him.

“I wasn’t going to be a pussy,” he barked, smirking.

You were standing next to Miguel, arms crossed over your chest as you stared in disbelief. It was one thing to strike hard during a match but when an opponent’s back was turned? What could validate something like that?

You were in your thoughts when he approached you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders but you shrugged it off, scoffing at him when he dared to send you a look. You rolled your eyes, moving to stand on the other side of Miguel.

Even he knew what Eli did was wrong and he only took your side when he made sure he wouldn’t come near you.

Before the finals began as the medics were checking on Robby, you grabbed a pretzel from the concessions stand, needing a breather after what you had just witnessed. You were sitting on the bench in the hallway when a presence sat next to you.

“You’re still mad?”

“I’d be shocked if I wasn’t,” you said, breaking a piece off your pretzel. “You know what you did.”

“I took down the enemy, now he won’t have a chance of beating Miguel in the finals,” he pointed back into the gym. “No mercy, remember?” He furrowed his brows.

“No mercy during a match, not when your opponent’s back is turned,” you straightened up, face centimeters from Eli’s as your voice raised.

“Why are you defending that dweeb all of a sudden?” He spat. “One smile at you and you’re suddenly on his side?”

Your eyes widened.

He wouldn’t, would he?

After all the years of seeking him for comfort after Yasmine and Moon would call you names, spreading rumors about your friendship with Eli and Demitri—would he really do that to you?

“Take that back right now,” you gritted. “Or shut up before you say something else because if you’re implying what I think you’re implying, you’re gonna regret it,” you stood up, towering over him.

He held his composure and when he didn’t say anything, you walked away.

As you found your spot back in the gym, he appeared next to you a few moments later.

Your heart was heavy as you felt him next to you. But you didn’t want to think of that right now. You wanted to focus on Miguel and his match and you did. You watch as the points are tied nearly every round.

When Robby struck Miguel with a two-legged kick, sending him to the mat, you didn’t think Robby would offer his hand like he did with you. But instead of taking it like you did, Miguel reached and tugged on his injured arm.

Your heart raced. First Eli, now Miguel? You glanced at your Sensei, finding a look of concern on him. You wondered how much of his teachings he regretted, how much he would take back if he knew what would happen.

In the final round, Miguel struck the third point.

He was the winner.

Cobra Kai won.

But at what price?

#eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz imagine #hawk x reader #cobra kai

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caramelstarlight · 11 months

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Wisdoms Matchmaker

I HAVE TOO MANY IDEAS FOR TIGHNARI AAAAAAA-(Sorry for not posting / work I bc on Two Worlds One Heart. Take the next 2 posts as apologies as I haven’t updated it in 5 days :d ) (everything I made is about Tighnari I swear I’m okay I’m just obsessed.)

Summary: Nahida as a matchmaker. (Based on a post I saw and always loved reading it <3 If it’s too similar idm taking it down if they want me too.) (Only for Tighnari bc obsession)

Fluff. (Like the only one I’ll ever do-) Female Reader (I rarely proofread lmao-)

Nahida was strolling in the city, seeing you and Tighnari hanging out. Curious about what the both of you were thinking, she checked your minds.

(How could I fall for her so easily…?) He wondered, a soft smile and gaze at you. Tail swishing slowly in your presence. Ears tall and high. Hearing all what you had to say.

She checked you, hearing your thoughts of lack of self esteem made her feel worried.

(Tighnari wouldn’t love me…I’m sure of it. Why must I harbor these deep feelings for him if I never stood a chance…) Negative thoughts clouded your mind. Keeping up the facade you had, appearing extroverted and happy at all times.

You talked about one of your many hobbies or passions, drawing. From how expressive art can be too how hard it can be to make it perfection.

Later on throughout the day, Nahida gave him some tips about you, such as other hobbies he never knew or your weakness for ears and tails. Sure he knew your gaze had moved towards his ears and/or tail. But a lot of people did.

“You’re very interested in Miss Y/N. I can tell so you don’t have to hide it from me. Don’t worry! I’ll help you win her over.” (Not like you even have competition… she’s so smitten he’s just dense. Vice versa…) She stated and thought, hovering slightly to give him headpats.

“I thought I was discreet about it…” He said, rethinking if he was or wasn’t. “Tighnari, you were slightly easy to read back there. It’s as if… oh! Here’s a good example. A child recovering candy. You were happy and content with them.” She replied back to the male. Waiting to see what else he would ask.

“You see… she has a weakness for anyone with Ears and/or a tail showing. She also loves kind and loyal ones, so you have a lot going for you.” The archon has exclaimed.

“she does?” He questioned, wanting to double-check what he had heard from the archon. “She does.” She repeated with confidence.

She sent both of you dreams of eachother. Giving both of you extreme comfort and joy. She swore she has never seen happier expressions of people in dreams. Heck, Tighnaris tail was wagging ecstatically. While you hugged your other pillow. Seemingly content.

The next day, she went to Gandharva Ville. Wanting to see if anything blossomed between you two. Silently waiting for you to arrival.

Watching your interaction behind a tree (Yandere simulator courtship be like:) Seeing it went smoothly as she had hoped. Thoughts intruded her mind, clouding it in negativity. She wondered if she could’ve possibly ruined it. But she never did. It only strengthened.

Seeing you together at Pupsa with many of your friends. Observing everyone. Reading yours and his mind after one another. Confirming she had brought you together.

apparently the both of you had announced to your friends you were official earlier that day, which is why the gathering was held.

She’s spy on both of you with cynos help for around a week. Her schedule was cleared up as of that time. Both of them slightly fangirling over you both. They made sure to be extra quiet though. As your boyfriends hearing was of course extended.

After a week of observation. She confirmed the relationship would hold for an eternity. Not worrying about what could happen in the future. Which of course it did.

Both of you remained faithful to one another but she could still see the pain of separation on you. The one who was the more clingy as he was the more calm. (Clingy in private no doubt)

She wondered on how to destroy that pain that aches in both of your minds. Coming up with a plan that made it more bearable.

Why not have eachother get little gifts for one another that you could both take? She told both of you telepathically. Once he returned home to you, he saw you had drew a few pictures of him and you. Noticing your little plushy of him as a fennec fox. He questioned you as of why it was there. You had sewn it for yourself. Giving him a plushy of you in exchange, as a (Favorite animal) / Fennec fox. Matching his perfectly.

You even gave him an a little keychain of a fennec fox face and flowers. While In return he got you accessories and flowers that reminded him of you.

Nahida had successfully matchmaked you and Tighnari. For that relationship would become a blossom for eternity. It has sprouted its roots and is now a bud. Waiting for the moment that initiated the bond for life. (Aka marriage WOOO-)

(Making another Tighnari story soon. Bc I’m bored of waiting for requests on tumblr ❤️)

Bonus: You two would adopt collei AAAA! Making sure to take care of her and supporting the young girl.

#sumeru #genshin tighnari #tighnari #tighnari x reader #tighnari fluff #tighnari x female reader #tighnari x you #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #dendro #Nahida #collei

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m-jelly · 1 year

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Yandere College Levi x Reader. He sees her one day in a lecture and is like smitten completely. Follows her around steals things she leaves behind etc. until she catches him one day and he’s shocked but they end up talking and stuff and actually go on some dates and make it official

@kenkopanda-art <3

Only you, you are my destiny.

Pairing: Uni!Yandere!Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, modern AU, yandere Levi, slight stalking, confessions, slight Levi POV

Concept: Levi spots you in a lecture and becomes instantly smitten. He follows you around campus, eats where you eat, sits in places where he can always see you and takes a few things you leave behind. One day he goes to take a scarf of yours, but you return back to your study spot to get it and catch Levi in the act. Levi hands the scarf over and nervously confesses his feelings to you and asks you on a date.

Taglist: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @nbinairyn @youre-ackermine @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @strawberrybunny123 @demonsimp6

Levi released a long sigh as he dragged his feet on his way to his lecture. He enjoyed his time at university, but he felt a little lonely. His heart longed for something or someone, but nothing and no one filled that void inside him.

He plopped down into his seat and huffed a little as a familiar sinking feeling filled him. He got all his things out and played with his pen as negative whispers filled his head. He clenched up a little and squeezed his pen tightly.

The world slowed down, the voices went away and colours filled his life. His eyes widened as he gazed at you. He watched you walk across the room and over to him. He tensed up when you sat next to him and got all your things out.

Levi inhaled deeply and held back a moan at your intoxicating scent. He looked over at you making his pupils blow wide with desire. He felt his heart flutter in his chest. He felt his mouth go dry. He wanted to speak to you, but it was like his voice was caught in his throat.

A gentle smile spread on your face. "You don't mind if I sit here, do you?"

He shook his head and adored how sweet your voice was. "N-No."

"Thank you."

Levi controlled his breathing as best as he could, but you were so incredibly beautiful. He glanced over at your notebook and admired your personal thoughts about things brought up in the lecture. He thought you were so smart and pretty.

He flinched when you got up and everyone around him was packing up to leave. He watched you rush around a little before hurrying off. He stared at your space and saw you'd left behind your pen. He blushed hard when he remembered how you'd tapped it against your lips. He grabbed it and put it in his pocket.

Levi couldn't believe what he'd done. He'd never acted like this before, but you did something to him. He felt this magnetic pull towards you and just wanted you as his own. He wanted you to be his. He wanted to be close to you. He wasn't sure how to approach you, so he simply watched.

Levi followed you around for days and kept an eye on you. He was making sure no one would hurt you or upset you. If a guy got creepy with you, he would scare them away. He'd take a few things you'd leave behind, such as notes, receipts, pens, gloves and hair ties. He just wanted to be close to you and keeping them allowed him to be close.

He'd see what you ordered at the university cafe that you always went to, then he would order the same thing you would. He wanted to be close to you, so he wanted to eat and drink the same things you did. He felt so elated and happy when he ate and drank what you did. It made him so happy.

He would even bump into you during lectures or outside just so he could get a chance to talk to you. He had managed to build up a little friendship with you. He wanted so much more, but a nice friendship was okay for now. He enjoyed gazing at you and hearing you talk about yourself.

You were both sitting together in the library studying together and chatting away. Your touches were lingering on his skin and he was beginning to think that he might have a chance with you. You'd both been connecting for weeks now and he was hoping you were opening your heart to him.

He watched you get up with your things and bid him farewell. He waved goodbye to you as his heart throbbed in his chest. He looked at your seat and spied your scarf. He reached over and grabbed your scarf and played with it a little causing your scent to ooze from it and caress his senses. He sighed and wanted to press his face into the soft material.

"Levi?"

He flinched at your voice. Your scarf was in his hands and he was leaning a little towards it. He slowly looked up at you as he went white.

You turned the chair you had sat in before so it now faced Levi. You sat down and took your bag off. "Is that my scarf?"

He lowered it slowly and felt himself shake a little. "Yes."

"We're you going to take it?"

He gulped hard. "I-I...yes...I w-was going t-to return it."

You held the end of your scarf and slowly pulled it from him. "Was it an excuse to see me again? Play a bit of a hero?"

"M-Maybe."

You smiled and put your scarf on Levi making him blush hard. "That's cute." You hummed a laugh. "You're cute."

Levi's eyes lit up in delight as he gazed at you. "I like you." He blushed. "I-I didn't mean to uh...blurt that out."

"Do you mean it?"

He reached up and played with the scarf. "I do. I really like you."

You smiled and moved closer to him. "I like you too."

He looked deep into your beautiful eyes. "Do you want to go on a date with me?"

You blushed and grinned. "I would love to! I'm so glad you like me in that way. I've been so nervous and flustered for a while. I've been wanting to ask you out, but I just didn't know how or when." You giggled making Levi melt. "I'm glad I forgot my scarf."

"Me too." He took your hand and kissed your fingers causing electricity to shoot through him.

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 1 year

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Young American - Part 14 ^**

Here it is thanks for you patience, everyone! This one's a little long! I'm also really excited for the next part, it's one i've been waiting to write!

Series Masterlist

Warnings: An inkling of family feud, public/risky smut

WC: 10.4K

Everything had been going swimmingly with Y/N and Harry after Eddie’s slight interference. Now that Harry was back from his short time in England he was seeing more clients interested in his work, which was incredible for him. He was booked with consultations and brainstorming appointments as he was attracting clientele who were interested in bigger pieces. Harry was good at them, at conceptualizing things. It did take time away from him being able to continue working on Y/N’s training, so Auree was now back to heading her training. During his free time he was reviewing the art for Y/N’s tattoo and what she had on her body and trying to find a way to restore it to the original vision she had for it. She was excited because she really liked how Harry tattooed, just the conversations he had with the clients, that cute little furrow in his brow that set in when he was concentrating. She couldn’t wait to experience that with him. It made her smile as she thought about how he trusted her to tattoo him so quickly. Well, she would’ve let him a while ago if she had the money, it was different then.

“What’re you all smiley about?” She heard and glanced up from the picture of his tattoo she had on her phone and saw him leaning against the lounge’s doorframe.

“Oh, hi!” Y/N greeted with a wider smile, “And m’smiling at you.” She said, signaling him to come over with a movement of her head and he came over as she turned the phone to face him, “Just remembering how I got to tattoo you and I’m excited for you to tattoo me.” She explained.

“Oh, I’m really excited for that bit too.” He assured as he dipped down to kiss her lips. Their lips met in a series of quick pecks, rushing through it because they still hadn’t really announced to the world that they were an official couple. Of course, there was teasing and plenty of speculation from everyone but they were both very evasive about confirming anything yet. There were still things they were figuring out and just wanted to keep this bit of information between them and Eddie and Auree for a bit longer. As their day came to a close Y/N cleaned up with some help from those who weren’t busy and as she headed out front to say goodbye to G and Rosa who were chatting about they started to tease her.

“Is Harry busy or something that now you have time to talk to us?” Rosa teased and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god, please.”

“She’s right, it’s been a while.” G confirmed.

“It’s been two weeks.” Y/N corrected and they chuckled.

“So…what’s going on there, hmmm?” Rosa asked and she shrugged.

“Just…figuring it out I guess.”

“Have you had sex with him?” She lowered her voice as she asked with a suggestive grin.

“Jesus, Rosa…” Y/N blushed as she looked away.

“That’s a yes!” She said turning to G as they continued laughing at her embarrassment, “He’s good, isn’t he? You don’t even have to say anything…” Rosa said and Y/N shook her head, “I mean, he just looks like he’s really good.” Rosa explained to G and then she looked to Y/N who was frowning.

“Rosa, please just don’t say that…”

“I’m sorry, did I say something wrong or-”

“Kinda it’s just that…he’s…my boyfriend.” Y/N admitted more quietly and Rosa and G both gasped and Rosa started jumping up and down and Y/N smiled at their reactions, “Shhhh, shhh! Look, I know he’s nice to look at but-”

“Completely off limits! Got it.” Rosa interrupted and Y/N smiled at her understanding.

“Thank you.” She responded and Rosa just smiled at her and then at G and then they heard the little beads from the curtain leading to the tattooing floor click around.

“What’re you guys up to?” Harry asked as he came up beside Y/N. He wasn’t all that into PDA in front of everyone at the shop yet, but he stood close, so that they were touching in some way.

“Well, before Y/N interrupted, G was talking about possibly goin go to the club on Saturday night?” Rosa asked as she looked to Y/N and then Harry, “You guys should come.” She extended the invitation as G nodded along. Harry was about to say no, that it wasn’t really his thing but then Y/N had to speak up first.

“That sounds really fun. I think I might be down for that.” She mused and Rosa squealed.

“OK, we’ll make sure we get on a promoter list. I’ve got a few friends who I can hit up to find out.” She assured.

After that they made some small talk before they each headed off in their own directions. Tonight Y/N was heading over to Harry’s place after they had dinner with Julie and then they’d leave to Harry’s.

“Were you serious about that club thing?” Harry asked as they got on the ramp to the highway.

“I was, yeah. I haven’t done something like that in a long while and it’d be fun. I know you’re not much into that kind of thing-”

“Yeah, definitely not.” Harry confirmed as his right hand extended out to land on her thigh as he started to rub his thumb against it gently.

“Well you don’t have to go if you don’t want to go.” She said and he smirked.

“OK…” he chuckled and she turned to him.

“What?”

“Do you not want me to go?” He asked her and she shook her head.

“Of course not! I’d love to have you there, but if you don’t like that scene I’d be fine to just go with G and Rosa.”

“Oh no, I’m going. Someone needs to look out for you all.” Harry said and she giggled, “Well, maybe I just need to make sure no one pulls moves on my girl.” He said and she smiled at him and then frowned.

“Oh, ummmm, speaking of which…Rosa was…asking about if you were good in bed-” she said and he turned to her quickly and she giggled, “I know.” She said, “And then she said something about how you look like you’re really good and I…got jealous about her thinking about you that way and accidentally told her and G that you’re my boyfriend.” She sighed as she rushed out the information and as she looked over to see Harry’s reaction she was pleased to discover that he was grinning smugly.

“Jealous, huh?”

“Yeah baby, I couldn’t think. Specially when she was talking about you that way. Like I get it, you’re hot! But she’s our friend, everyone at the shop is, and I know we want to cling to our secret a bit longer but I don’t like that people think we’re just fucking around when we’re actually committed to each other and quite in love and I think we just need to tell ‘em.” She said and Harry bit his lip as he nodded.

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” He agreed, “I like it just being between us, because I know they will tease, but I also want people to know you’re taken. I see how some clients flirt with you…”

“Those are clients.”

“So? Inappropriate.” He mumbled and she grinned.

“And the girls that leave you their numbers?”

“You can tell them to fuck off too. I assure you.” Harry chuckled and she smiled. They were so wrapped up in chatting and flirting that Y/N didn’t see the Julie had texted her not to come home. So as they pulled up to the house Y/N immediately recognized her mom’s car and her face dropped. “I wonder who’s here.” Harry mumbled as he parked across the street from Julie’s house, since the empty spot on the driveway where he usually parked, was taken.

“That’s my mom’s car.” She said and Harry turned to her and she was looking worried.

“Did she say she was coming?”

“No. I didn’t get a call or anything…maybe something’s wrong.” She said with a heavy feeling coming over her chest. Harry raised his hips and reached down his back pocket to fish out his phone and saw that Julie had texted him too.

“Oh, Julie text me to not bring you home. Did she text you?” He asked with a small frown and she reached into her purse and saw the similar message.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe we should just go? What if this just leads to another fight and-”

“It will, but I need them to know that I’m happy with my choices, Harry. They’re worried I’m ruining my life, but they have no idea how well things are going. I know they won’t approve of it, but I just need them to know that I haven’t changed my mind.” She said firmly and she exhaled before opening the door. Harry wasn’t sure if he should get down with her and meet her mom, or maybe it was both her mom and dad, he had no clue.

“Do you want me to go with you or should I wait here?” He asked and he looked far more nervous than her.

“Of course I want you to come down.” She said and he sighed, “What’s the matter?”

“It’s just…usually parents aren’t too happy when they see their kids with someone like…me. And I would hate to just make them more upset at you or have to hear them talk shit to my face.” Harry explained and she nodded.

“I get it. Well, if you don’t want to that’s fine. I’ll just say what I need to say and we can go. Just give me a few minutes, I can’t imagine this’ll last long.” She sighed and he nodded. She then got out of the car and he watched as she crossed the street and went up to the front door and keyed her way in. Harry sighed nervously and just hoped that whatever went down in there wasn’t as bad as he imagined it might be.

*********

“I’m home!” Y/N called out as she got inside and not even a few seconds later her mother was rushing out from the kitchen with Julie on her heels.

“Marcia, please-”

“Shut up, Julie.” She snapped as she looked Y/N over.

“Hi, mom.” Y/N said quietly as she set her purse down at the little table by the entrance.

“Well, at least you still look like yourself.” She said and Y/N sighed but nodded.

“Why are you here? Is everything OK?” She asked and Marcia, Y/N’s mom shook her head.

“Your father is worrying himself ill over you. If you care about him, if you care about me, you’ll stop fooling around down here and come home.” She said flatly and Y/N frowned.

“What’s wrong with dad?”

“Nothing, he’s depressed because he drove you away-”

“Julie, can you just let us talk alone!?” Marcia snapped and Julie looked to Y/N who nodded and Julie then sighed and raised her hands in surrender before heading back to the kitchen quietly.

“He is quite depressed, Y/N. You don’t talk to us, you bailed on the holidays-”

“Mom, he said he wanted nothing to do with me as long as I continued to pursue the career I wanted-”

“Career? Tattooing is not a career!”

“It is! It truly is and it makes me so fucking happy!” Y/N said and Marcia shook her head, “As my mom, don’t you want me to be happy?” She asked with a frown and confusion on her face. Why was this so hard for them to get?

“Of course I do, but not like this… I envisioned you at a marketing corporation with a fiancé and kids not…whatever you’ve got going on here! It’s time to grow up, honey.” She said and Y/N sighed.

“Look, you both told me that I wasn’t part of the family as long as I continued tattooing. I respected those wishes. I love you guys and I do miss you, but I have come to know that I don’t need you in my life to feel happy.” She said and her mother’s mouth dropped into a frown, “I’m so sorry to say that to you, but it’s what I’ve come to know these last few months. Of course, I would be so much happier knowing that you were proud of me and wanted to be in my life, but you made the choice not to and I’m not going to allow myself to be miserable over something that you both decided, mom. I’m successful and I’m happy. Really, really happy and I’m not going to give up my happiness to conform to whatever dream you and dad have for my life. I’m sorry, I know that’s not what you want to hear and I am sad that dad is having a hard time, but he did it to himself. If he is willing to talk to me, I’ll talk to him again, you let me know and I will assure him that I’m not angry at him or resentful, there’s nothing like that going on, I’m just simply respecting your wishes.” She said and Marcia was now crying a bit as she looked at Y/N.

“When did you become such a grown up?” She asked and Y/N shrugged.

“I kind of had to. Julie’s great at helping me be more responsible and accountable for things. Also great at relationship advice, especially when it comes to you guys.” She said with a small smile and Marcia chuckled as well.

“I don’t have anything against her, you know? There’s just this connection you two have that I just…envy and it makes me angry at her and it’s easy to stay angry at her because your father and grandmother are also angry at her.”

“Yeah.”

“I see how it’s gotten between them and I don’t want that to happen to us.” She said and Y/N sighed.

“Then don’t let it, mom. I don’t know what else I can tell you.” Y/N shrugged and Marcia sighed, “Did dad not want to come?”

“He doesn’t know I came. I ummm, I just missed you and I wanted to hear your voice and see your face.” She said reaching out to Y/N’s face and holding her cheek in her palm, “I told my boss I wasn’t feeling well after lunch and just drove down.” She explained before she pulled away.

“Well, I am glad to see you, mom. I missed you too.” She assured and Marcia sighed before they hugged tight and she cried harder. Y/N’s own eyes started to well up as her mom hugged her tight and kept telling her how much she loved her. After several moment of this they pulled apart and Y/N smiled as she wiped under her mother’s eyes to get the mascara smudged under off.

“I’m glad I caught you. Julie said you had cancelled your dinner plans with her tonight.”

“Yeah, well when she texted me that you were here I had to come by and just make sure everything was alright.” Y/N explained.

“Well, thank you for deciding to drop by. I’m just happy I got to see you.” Marcia said and Y/N nodded, “I ummm, I need to grab dinner and find a hotel for the night. And call your father…” Marcia explained and Y/N bit her lip.

“What’re you gonna tell him?” She asked and Marcia sighed.

“What you told me and that we just need to get over it. It’s your life, honey. We just want you to be happy and successful and taken care of, that’s all.”

“I am and I’m… I’m really good, mom. And getting better and in higher demand. I had one of the best artists in Europe train me.” She said of Harry and Marcia’s eyes went wide.

“Oh wow.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“How’d you manage that?” She asked and Y/N shrugged.

“Well, he’s one of the artists at the shop and well now he’s… he’s kind of my…boyfriend.” She said in a hesitant voice and Marcia still looked completely shocked.

“Oh…a boyfriend?”

“Yeah.” She smiled, “He’s quite literally the best. Julie loves him too and-”

“No doubt littered in tattoos…” Marcia said and Y/N shrugged.

“I mean, yeah, but who cares? He’s beautiful inside and out and-”

“Is he the reason you’ve been more happy?”

“One of them.” Y/N said and Marcia nodded.

“Well, I am happy for you, honey. Believe me, I am. And look, I might not agree with everything that goes on in your life, but I will always be your mother and I will always, always love you.”

“Thank you, mom.” She smiled.

“Please, just call me every now and again, OK? For my sanity.” Marcia said and Y/N smiled and nodded.

“I will, mom-”

“Marcia, i-if you’d like to, you can stay over for dinner and sleep in Y/N’s room. She was gonna stay with her boyfriend today.” Julie suddenly said from behind them and Y/N smiled at her and then at her mom.

“Yeah, mom. Save yourself some money and stay here.”

“I was hoping we could grab dinner to have a bit more time together.” She said to Y/N.

“W-we can stay too.” She said and Marcia looked confused.

“We?” Marcia questioned.

“Ummm, yes. Me and Harry, m-my boyfriend. He drove me here.” She explained and Marcia frowned.

“Wait, have you talked to him about everything that’s happened?”

“Yeah, he knows. About Julie too, but-”

“God, that’s so embarrassing. Maybe you both should just go-”

“Mom, chill. He’s beautiful inside and out, remember?” Y/N said, “And I mean, even if physically he’s not what you might want for me, I mean just meet him and see how he is and ummm, maybe you’ll worry less about who I’m spending my time with.” Y/N suggested and Marcia nodded.

“Yeah, alright.” She agreed and Y/N smiled.

“Amazing!” Y/N beamed as she hugged her mom once more, “I’m gonna go out and see if I can get him to come inside.” Y/N smiled excitedly and slipped back into her shoes before rushing out. Marcia then turned to Julie and sighed.

“Thank you for looking after her. I’ve never said it but I’m happy that she has you.” Marcia said and Julie smiled.

“It’s been wonderful having her around these last few years.” Julie assured and Marcia nodded.

“This ummm…this boy she’s seeing-”

“Well, he’s actually nearly 30, really mature, really great over all.”

“She said he’s a tattoo artist too.”

“Yeah. A famous one back in Europe. Do you want to see?” Julie asked and Marcia nodded timidly, “OK, give me a sec.” She said as she went to her instagram to find Harry’s page, “And maybe Y/N can show you some of her work, she’s not lying when she says she’s really good.” Julie explained, “OK, here. It’s all that stuff.” She said handing over her phone and as Marcia looked at the page her eyes went wide.

“Oh, wow…” she exclaimed in quiet awe, “The way that one with the veil just…it looks like a marble statue on their skin.” She said in awe.

“Oh, wait ‘till you see this one he did a bit before.” Julie said scrolling up on the screen to find it. And Marcia quite literally gasped as she saw an entire back piece depicting the myth of Hercules.

“Oh my god…I can see why he’s one of the best.” She said as she took in the details of the tattoo. Even just seeing this had her thinking that this in it’s own right was an art form. The talent displayed in his work was impeccable and now she was even more curious to meet him.

*********

Y/N rushed out and across the street. Harry immediately got out of the car expecting to see her an emotional wreck, but when she stopped before him she was smiling and he visibly relaxed.

“I take it everything’s alright.” He said and she nodded.

“Yeah, thankfully. It’s just my mom, she missed me and just bailed on work for the afternoon and drove down hoping to see me.” She explained and he smiled.

“Well, that’s good.” He said allowing her to take his hands.

“She started out quite defensively, so I told her about the being happy stuff and what not, and so she assured me that she came in peace though. She kinda came around and well, Julie asked her for dinner so she’s gonna stay over and she was hoping I could spend a little more time with her before she leaves tomorrow.”

“Oh OK, of course, baby! Should I just head home then?” He asked her and Y/N bit her lip for a second.

“Actually, I was wondering i-if you wanted to meet her?” She asked nervously and Harry was now biting his lip as he thought about it, “You can definitely say no and I can just drive to yours when we’re done eating.” She said and he sighed.

“I mean, I want to but I suddenly feel like throwing up.” He admitted and she nodded.

“Yeah, I get it. But really, it’s up to you. I promise she will not take offense.” She assured and he sighed and shrugged.

“Ummm, OK. Yeah, I’l stay.” He said and she lit right up and he chuckled as she tip-toed to kiss his jaw.

“Oh I love you! She’s gonna love you.” Y/N assured and he chuckled nervously.

“We’ll see about that…” he mumbled a bit pessimistically and she rolled her eyes.

“Well, I’ve advocated for you already, told her you were beautiful inside and out.”

“Oh my god…” he mumbled.

“It’s the truth! And she seemed to like the sound of that.” Y/N smiled and Harry grinned.

“Baby, you play me up too much-”

“I do not! Have you met yourself?” She asked and Harry chuckled bashfully, “You are so fucking wonderful it really frazzles me sometimes. And I love you so much and I promise you if at any point you feel judged or offended at anything! Even if she breathes wrong around you!” Y/N exclaimed and he chuckled, “I’m serious, H. You just need to tell me and we’re out of there, OK? You mean so much to me and I wouldn’t allow anyone to disrespect you or make you feel less than everything that you are, not even my mother.” She finished and he just took her face in his hands gently and dipped down to kiss her deeply.

“I love you.” He mumbled in between their kisses, “You have no idea…” he mumbled, “How. Fucking. Much.” He said between kisses. He couldn’t even process everything that she had just said. It was everything he had ever wanted to hear from a partner and here she was, telling him that. Proving to him before anything went down that she was on his side. There was nothing he could do to really express to her how much love he had for her, no gesture was grand enough to quantify everything bit of love that his heart had for her. He bled for her. He breathed for her and he just wished he could make her feel what he felt for her. They were breathing heavily as their kissing stopped and he just leaned his forehead against hers and they kinda looked at each other as best as they could as they smiled.

“I wish I could make you feel what I feel for you.” She said softly and he grinned.

“I was just thinking the exact same thing.” He whispered between them and she grinned now too, “S’good to know it’s mutual.” He said and she nodded, “Tell me something though, does your heart ever feel so full of love that it feels like you can’t breathe?” He asked her and she smiled wide as she giggled.

“Yes! Oh my god yes! Like all the oxygen gets caught in my throat.” She said and he nodded.

“Exactly.” He confirmed, “When I tell you that I love you, that’s what I mean.” He reveled and she smiled.

“Me too, baby.” She assured. They shared one more amorous kiss before they hurried over to the house. She guided him to the door and then they were finally making their way inside. Harry was tense, stiff as a board, and Y/N squeezed his hand and he glanced down at her, she was offering a smile and he exhaled and nodded, allowing her to take them to the kitchen, where Julie and her mom were based on the faint conversation they could hear coming from there.

“Hey everyone look who-”

“Harry!” Julie exclaimed interrupting Y/N and he chuckled happily as she came up and hugged him. He hugged around Julie’s shoulders as well, “Glad you decided to join us.” She said kindly as they pulled apart.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” He assured her.

Julie selfishly hoped Harry would stay because he would be an excellent buffer, his company would ensure that nothing went south and that was all that Julie wanted, to keep this visit pleasant and Harry, being the lovely guy he was, would contribute to that greatly. It was good that Marcia was seeing that Y/N was well established, that she was being well taken care of, and that no one in Julie’s household was harboring resentment towards anyone, as she was probably often told by her husband. They were at peace, she and Y/N, in Julie’s little house. With all of her friends being around regularly, plus now Harry was int he picture for Y/N, they had all made their own little family of sorts and it was great.

When Marcia saw the man kindly and warmly hugging Julie she was quite surprised because the one boyfriend of Y/N’s that she had met was…something else. This man though, he was quite handsome. His bright smile was inviting and as they separated he turned to her and once again, she was quite blown away. He he had big green eyes that were so full of life, there was a spark in them that was reminiscent of her own youth. He was taller than he looked and he was quite lean. She was pleased to see that there were no piercings or tattoos on his handsome face, but she would keep that simple victory to herself.

“Mom, this is Harry, my boyfriend. Harry, this is my mom, Marcia.” She said and Harry smiled and extend his large, ring-clad hand over to her and she smiled as she shook it firmly.

“Hello Harry.” She greeted him, “It’s great to meet you.”

“It’s lovely to meet you as well.” He responded politely, his eye contact was intense and it made her feel a bit vulnerable. But again, there was this kindness in his eyes that reassured her that he wouldn’t do anything to make her feel bad. He released her hand and then turned back to Julie.

“Should I get started on the salad?” He asked and Julie nodded.

“Yeah, please.” She assured and he nodded. Marcia was impressed to say the least, especially as she saw him easily move around the kitchen.

“Harry makes the best salads. Very balanced in flavor.” Y/N explained and Marcia nodded.

“Oh, that’s nice.” She said, “Can I help with anything?”

“Yeah, you and Y/N can set the table.” Julie said and Y/N smiled and started grabbing the plates and handing them to her mom. They were soon setting them over the placemats on the dining table.

“So, what’d you think of Harry? First impressions?” She asked and Marcia smiled.

“Well, I’m glad to see he doesn’t have face tattoos.” She grinned and Y/N laughed.

“Oh my god, that was one time…I knew you were gonna bring that up again!” Y/N giggled.

“It’s hardly easy to forget to a guy with a face tattoo and green hair, honey.”

“You know, I’m not afraid to admit that back then I did date him to spite you and dad.” She said and Marcia cackled.

“Oh honey, we know you did.” She assured, “But ummm, Harry, very handsome, there’s this kindness in his eyes that just shines through.Beautiful inside and out, is what you said right?” Marcia asked and Y/N nodded with a smile, “Well it’s true.” Marcia concurred, “And well Julie was showing me his tattoos, he’s very talented.”

“Yeah, he is.”

“And so are you, from what your aunt tells me.”

“I would like to think so…” she shrugged with a smiled.

“Always one for modesty.” Marcia said and Y/N chuckled.

“You think I’m modest, wait until you talk to Harry about his art.” Y/N said and Marcia smiled.

“So when did you start dating?”

“Officially, about a month ago. But we’ve been into each since this halloween party a coworker had.” She explained, “He asked me to be his girlfriend on Valentines Day.” She said and Marcia grinned.

“What’s the story behind that?”

“Well, we happened to have our first fight and I didn’t talk to him well into the evening and he showed up and surprised me with a serenade and ummm we were standing in the kitchen and talked about why we had waited so long to take that step, like labeling it what it was. We had already told each other that we loved each other so…it seemed redundant I guess. But anyway, we talked it out and he asked and of course I said yes and well, here we are now.” She grinned happily and Marcia nodded. She had a few more questions about Harry and Y/N was answering her questions as quickly as possible. But in the kitchen Harry was asking Julie just as many questions about Marcia. He was more concerned with some argument bursting out and ruining the evening. But as she shared with him the snippets of conversation she had heard from them earlier, she knew that Marcia just wanted to be in her life and that made Harry mentally bring down his defenses.

Y/N had been right. Upon bringing up his work Harry got all blush-y and timid, really playing down his abilities while they all assured him that there was no need for that. They could all see full well how extraordinarily gifted he was. Marcia actually asked him several questions about how he got into it, about his family, about him, and how he was liking America. He was easy to talk to and so sweet and carried the conversation well. He clearly was in love with Y/N, just the way he looked at her made Marcia feel happy for them. He was polite and well-mannered, overall Marcia was impressed and she understood why Julie liked having him around. He brought a liveliness out of Y/N that they hadn’t seen in a while and it was lovely to see that as a parent. Once dinner was over they were playing some card games while having some tea and before they knew, it was time for Y/N and Harry to go. Harry and Y/N had loaded up the dishwasher and were soon saying their goodbyes. Y/N hurried off to grab her overnight bag from her room

“It was so great to meet you, Marcia. I feel like I have to thank you for Y/N because she is far more than I ever thought I deserved.” He said and Marcia smiled up at him.

“You’re a good guy, Harry. Thank you for making my girl, happy.” Marcia said and she smiled.

“I hope we get to see more of you.” He said and she nodded.

“Yeah, I hope so too.” She said and he smiled.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but life’s too short to not speak or to not be on good terms with your family. And yes, she’s happy now, but I think she’d be a lot happier with you guys in her life again. I mean, she’s your child-”

“Yeah, my baby nonetheless.” She said and he nodded, “Do you miss your family?”

“Every single day.” He said, “I needed the change of pace though. And well, I am in constant communication with my family over the phone though, which is nice. But I do wish I had the luxury of seeing them as often as I wanted.” He explained and she smiled.

“I can imagine it gets pricey.” Marcia said and he giggled.

“Yeah, definitely.” He agreed. When Y/N rushed out she hugged her mom and thanked her for dropping in. Their hug was long and there were some tears, but it all ended with smiles before Y/N and Harry left, “Baby, you could stay if you want some more time with her.” He informed her as she she wiped some tears from her eyes as they kept driving.

“No, it’s OK. I don’t know that I’m ready to spend that much time with her yet. Like I appreciate the effort, but they didn’t talk to me for nearly three months! You just don’t do that without there being some fall out. I need to be able to trust her again.” She explained and Harry reached for her hand and she squeezed it.

“Yeah, I get that. You were really brave though and you did a great thing.”

“Thank you, I hope my dad isn’t too upset with her for just taking off. She told me he’s been depressed because he’s constantly worrying about me when he’s the one who basically disowned me…”

“Parents are good at that, at guilt-tripping.” He said and she nodded.

“I just don’t want to be the person responsible for something happening to him, you know?”

“Baby, he’s the one who ended your relationship, that’s all you need to remember. He chose this path for you two.”

“Yeah.” She sighed, “She liked you though, or at least from what she was telling me.” She smiled at Harry and he grinned, “Was really pleased your face wasn’t littered in tattoos and piercings. It’s kind of an inside joke because I brought this guy home once during my undergrad and he was everything my parents feared for me. Well physically.”

“God…are there pictures?”

“He was not allowed in the pictures.” Y/N said and he chuckled, “I obviously don’t feel to great about that now, but at the time I had done it to spite them and well, she probably thought you were that kind of thing at first too. Well at least when I first mentioned having a boyfriend.” She explained and he laughed, “I don’t know what the big fuss is about what people like to do to themselves, like who cares…” she sighed and he grinned.

“Exactly. So should I get a face tattoo? Because I’ve always wanted one.” He said and she rolled her eyes. “I’m serious!”

“OK, yeah fine. Do what you want. What’re you getting?”

“I want…maybe a dollar sign, beside my eye.”Y/N sputtered out a laugh and he laughed along with her.

“You’re such a dork.” She giggled and he scoffed.

“Am I?”

“Yeah.” She grinned, “So…the club. Saturday, are you going?”

“Yeah, baby. I’ll go.” He agreed and she smiled.

“Good.”

**********

Harry had never really experienced Y/N under the influence of anything really. He was the one who got sloshed at halloween and well, they hadn’t really done too much drinking, or at least to that extent, on their own. They were both pretty moderate with her drinking, but it seemed that was out of the question with Rosa around. They hadn’t even left her place and they had already had two shots of tequila each, well Y/N, Rosa, and G. Harry was DD’ing so he was opting not to pre-game with them, but he knew this night would be one for the books.

G’s boyfriend was out at a work conference and Rosa had just ended a situationship she had been in for a while, so she was in the mood to forget.

“If any of you get sick in this car-”

“I brought a bag, don’t worry, Harry.” Rosa reached over from the back seat to tap at his shoulder and he scoffed as Y/N cackled from the front seat. They were in Y/N’s car, Harry’s was a two seater.

“Oh god…” he mumbled and everyone laughed, “I just know this one’s not going to be able to clean it up and I’m gonna have to do it and I have a weak stomach for vomitting too so even if I’m being nice I still lose!” He explained.

“Well, the only one who brought a bag was Rosa, so she just needs to slow down.” G said pointedly and she scoffed.

“Listen, I am heart broken! I can get as trashed as I want!” She defended and they all groaned, “You guys suck.” She said with crossed arms over her chest, like a pouty toddler.

“You can have fun without blacking out. You get sad when you drink so much that you can’t hold back your real feelings.” Y/N said and G hummed in agreement.

“Right. So just stay on a level 3 or 4 so you can actually have fun and don’t end up crying to a stranger at the bar about what happened and get us kicked out.” G reaffirmed and Rosa sighed.

“Yeah, fine.” She mumbled.

Harry hoped Rosa had fun tonight, she deserved it. And as much as he knew he would need to be some sort of emotional support at some point in time he had a feeling that he would be spending most of his time hovering over Y/N because she looked exquisite and there was no way that he was the only seeing just how incredible she looked tonight. He never really saw her in dresses, but he liked how she looked in the one she had on tonight. Maybe he had helped her pick it out while they hung out at Julie’s for the day, but regardless of how she ended up wearing it, the point is she did and it was hard to not look at her.

“You know what, I appreciate you two not shoving your love in my face.” Rosa said and Y/N smirked as she glanced to Harry who also smirked, “Like, I can feel the vibe, it’s very intense between you two, but it’s not in like a flaunting manner, you know what I mean?”

“Just…shut up.” G said to her and she pouted, “Put on some music before she gets sad.” G instructed and Y/N hurried to choose something in her library, "And here, we can have half and half of the BuzzBall, OK?” They heard G say more softly and she thanked him before they heard the little can crack open.

Harry and Y/N weren’t all lovey-dovey because well, they had agreed to play a game. One that they were both really excited for and given the way Harry’s hold on the steering wheel was tight as could be, he was still thinking about it.

“Holy shit.” Harry grinned as Y/N finished putting on the dress he had pointed out in her closet.

“It’s pretty, but it’s not too short?” She asked with some concern over her face and he looked her over with a bitten lip.

“I mean, yeah, but who cares you look fucking fit.” He said and she smiled as she felt her ego boost some at his compliment. She was pleased that he wasn’t trying to dissuade her from wearing something like this just because it was revealing, “If I saw you in the club in that I would be chatting you up in seconds.” He admitted.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He said and she giggled.

“Well, that’s not the goal.” She said to him and his grin quirked to the side, “What?”

“What if I try pulling you tonight?” He asked and she creased her eyebrows in confusion.

“For what?”

“For fun!” He defended and she giggled.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, baby. We went from friends to more and we got together because of how we got to know each other, I never wooed you like I would a girl I was just trying to fuck.” He explained and she hummed.

“I mean…yeah, that’s true.”

“We don’t have to pretend we’re strangers, maybe just friends who are both really hot for each other.” He said and she smiled.

“OK, I can get into that.” She said coming near the bed and he patted his lap as she settled on him, “So what’s the game?”

“I have to get in your pants at the end of the night.” He said and she giggled.

“I mean, you will…”

“Well no, if I don’t manage it on my own then no sex.” He said and she hummed pensively for a moment.

“OK, deal.” She agreed.

The sexual tension between Y/N and Harry was certainly heavy and brewing intensely. This wasn’t about feelings, this was about lust and attraction. Harry was excited to be pulling out some old tricks to see how they would’ve worked on his girl. He could feel her lustful gaze burning into him as she watched him for a few seconds before turning away. He already wanted to reach over and kiss her breathless.

Parking was a nightmare, as it usually was in LA, so when they found a decent deal Harry wired the money to the attendant in exchange for a receipt on the dash and they were soon making the short trek to the club. He wasn’t holding her or touching her hand and it was frustrating to say the least. Especially as he saw people they were walking past on the sidewalk ogling her as she and Rosa were linked arm-in-arm a few steps ahead of him and G.

“Dayyyum, mami!” Some man catcalled out the window as the car he was in came to a stop in the line for the traffic light and she got all shy and turned back to Harry with wide eyes and he just grinned at her. He wasn’t really jealous because well, she was his girlfriend, but no one else needed to know that. He wanted to watch any one else’s attempts at reeling her in fail, no matter how good they were.

“I’m sure there’s gonna be a lot of that tonight.” G mumbled and Harry chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m counting on it.” He said and G looked up at him.

“It’s cool that you’re confident about what you guys have going on. I know plenty of guys who would’ve made their girl change.” He said and Harry shrugged.

“Yeah, same.” He said, “I mean…I picked the dress, not gonna lie. She looks good and she likes it, she can wear what she wants and I’ll just make sure no assholes make her feel bad for it.” He said simply.

“It’s so hot when guys are feminists.” G said and Harry laughed.

“It’s not rocket science.” Harry chuckled.

“Yeah, one would think.” G mumbled.

They got in the line and just waited about ten minutes before they were allowed inside. From the moment they stepped past the threshold the music was significantly louder. Y/N and Rosa were still up ahead of G and Harry and as they made their way up the staircase to the dance floor Harry was eternally grateful that he had walked behind her. He could see Y/N’s dress riding up her thighs as she took her steps up. She was wearing a thong, so if anything were too ride up too high her ass would be on display. He wanted to reach out and tug it down just a bit to avoid her an accident like that, but when they reached the top of the stairs she turned and gave him a wink as she adjusted her dress and Rosa said something about getting in line for the bar and then pulled Y/N along with her. G and Harry moved out of the walkway and waited for them to come back, but he kept an eye on them regardless. The amount of people checking them out was substantial. Rosa was also very beautiful, Harry was sure that she’d find someone new to crush over in no time, but for now she just wanted to not feel upset about her love life, which everyone has been there. When they returned Rosa was giggling and saying how they didn’t pay for their drinks, they had gotten drinks for Harry and G as well. Harry had his one drink for the night and once they all finished they bee-lined it for the dance floor. As promised, no lovey-dovey anything was taking place between Harry and Y/N. They were dancing in a group, bopping along, singing loudly to the songs playing that they knew. Eventually Rosa grabbed Y/N and started spinning around with her. A song had passed before some guys approached them. Rosa leaned in to Y/N and she just nodded at her, probably assuring her that it was alright that they danced with other people. But Rosa still shot a look to Harry to make sure it was OK they were dancing with other people and he nodded.

“You’re alright with this?” G asked as he leaned closer to Harry.

“I can step if of anyone get’s out of hand.” He assured and then G smirked.

“Oh my god, you guys are into threesomes, aren’t you?” G asked over the music and Harry looked to him with confusion.

“What?No!” Harry scoffed, “She’s just having fun with Rosa.” Harry assured.

“Is she now?” G asked with a grin and Harry turned to see Y/N and Rosa sandwiched between the two men who had approached them.

“It’s fine.” Harry assured. Y/N was constantly making eye contact with Harry, the tension between then was simmering steadily as he watched her move and dance. She wanted to make sure that nothing went too far with the people she was now dancing with. She was putting on a bit of a show though as she hyped up Rosa and people were certainly looking. Harry was getting more and more excited with every flirtatious glance they’d exchange. She moved beautifully and he wanted to feel the curves of her body beneath his hands as she danced on him. He wanted to kiss her neck and work her up until they got home, if he didn’t know her well he’d be a bit concerned, but he knew that she loved this game as much as he did and was probably as worked up and on edge as he was, just waiting for him to finally come around to her. Harry was fine with everything going on until the other guy dancing with Rosa turned her around towards him and separated her and Y/N. Then he saw the hand of the man dancing with Y/N grab her hip and pull her bum towards his front. She glanced up to say something to him, but Harry was already walking the few feet towards them. Y/N glanced over to him and he smiled at her.

“Hi, I’m Harry!” He said as he swayed in front of Y/N and the guy looked at him with confusion.

“Really, man? She’s already dancing with me!” He said loudly and Harry just continued looking down at her with a smile.

“Hi, Harry! Y/N!” She responded.

“Y/N, you look breathtaking, by the way. If you didn’t come with him tonight can I buy you a drink?” He asked and she giggled which made Harry laugh a bit.

“That’s the best you got?” She asked and he shrugged.

“I never really had to do all that much!” He defended and her head knocked back in laughter.

“Alright buddy, move along! There are plenty of girls to dance with.” The guy said and Harry looked at him.

“Sure, but I want her.” Harry said and the guy rolled his eyes.

“C’mon man, just fuck off.”

“Alright, alright. Just let me say this, I’m a little shy but we’ve been stealing glances at each other all night. Now, you can stay with him and I can find another girl to dance with, but when I wake up tomorrow and am laying in bed, alone or not, I’ll definitely be wondering what came of you and your night. I’ll probably be a bit bummed that I let my timidness get in my way and I didn’t act fast enough, but either way I would hope you had fun-” Y/N smiled.

“Alright, bud-”

“I’m nearly done, alright?!” Harry assured the man clinging to Y/N, his perfect girlfriend, who was waiting for him to convince her. Harry must admit that none of his old tricks would ever work on Y/N, so he was winging it here and he hoped that she’d find him endearing enough to play along, “Y/N, if there’s any chance that when you wake up tomorrow you’d be in the same situation as me and spare me a moment of your thoughts, take a risk with me, lets cut our losses and see what happens!” He proposed with a smile, “Now, I will leave and let you mull it over. I’ll be over there!” He pointed towards the wall by the bathrooms, “Right in the corner waiting. Well, hoping, actually, that you’ll give me a chance.” He finished with a warm smile that she returned, “Sorry, mate.” Harry glanced up to the guy behind her, “You’re a lucky guy.”

“Yeah, yeah asshole. Off you go.” He mumbled and Harry walked off, sparing Y/N a glance back and she smirked at him before he turned and continued walking.

“I’m going to to the bathroom! Watch them!” Harry said against G’s ear as he walked past him and he nodded.

“Is everything alright with you guys?” G asked.

“Yeah! Just need a wee!” Harry assured before heading off to his dark corner.

It was a few moments before Y/N just couldn’t pretend anymore and turned around to Ethan, the guy who had been dancing on her.

“Ethan, I’m gonna have to go!” She said as he leaned down to hear her better.

“What? With that guy?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah!”

“What? Why? That was the weakest pass I have ever seen!” He scoffed, not really believing she was leaving him.

“I know!” She giggled, “It’s nothing to do with you, you’ve been lovely and very respectful, but I am in love him and I can’t leave him hanging.” She said and he chuckled and shook his head.

“Seriously?”

“Yep!” She said and patted at his chest, “Have a great night!” She said before slipping out of his hold and heading off towards the spot he mentioned.

“Hey, are you looking for Harry? Is Harry upset at you?” G stopped her and she shook her head.

“No? He just wanted to make sure I was OK! I have to go pee!”

“Oh great, maybe you’ll run into him!”

“For sure!” She shouted and started weaving through the bodies to get to the corner. Harry was waiting patiently up against the wall, squinting in the minimal lighting to catch sigh of her, it seemed that she was taking a minute to make it over to him. He was getting a bit concerned that the guy hadn’t let her go, but then he felt a hand at his arm and her delicious scent overtake his personal space, “Hey, baby.” She said against his ear and he bit his lip before turning to her.

“Hi, thought you got lost for a second there.” He said and she grinned.

“You didn’t do an excellent job at trying to woo me, baby.” She said against his ear again and she felt his body shake with laughter beneath her.

“I know, I just knew that the regular old shit wasn’t going to work on you. I had to try another approach!”

“It was mysterious and sweet though.” She said and he chuckled, “And I mean, it only worked on me because I’m your girlfriend.”

“I am fully aware.” He assured with a grin and pulled her to stand right before him. Her hands landed on his chest and he glanced down as she peered up at him before she tip-toed up to his ear once more.

“This turns me on.” She said and he smiled as he inched closer to her.

“What? This game or having me watch other people hit on you?” He teased and she giggled.

“No, H. Your confidence.” She said and he hummed, “I thought you’d get upset or something when he grabbed my hips.”

“I mean, I didn’t love it, I swept in didn’t I?” He said and she giggled, “But I know what we have. I could see you making sure it wasn’t getting out of hand. We both know that you’re my girl.” He said and she bit her lip and nodded. He kissed the side of her head and she smiled.

“Tell me again.” She said against his ear before lightly kissing at the shell of it and then nipping at his earlobe.

“That you’re my girl?” He asked and she nodded, “You’re all mine. Mine to touch, hold, kiss, and fuck.” He said to her and she shivered as one of her hands started to slither to his abs as his hand reached down to cup her ass. “Mine to get all wet and needy. Mine to mark. Mine to please. Mine to fill up in anyway you want.” He said and she clung to him tighter as she let out a soft moan as he rubbed his palm over her bottom, “I’m all yours too though. You’ve got me wrapped around your pretty little finger, you know that?” He asked and she smiled. His breath tickled her ear slightly as he spoke, “I’m completely at your mercy and I don’t think you even realize it sometimes.” He said and she bit her lip as she pulled back to look into his eyes, “I’d do anything for you.” He said and she exhaled shakily, “So tell me, what do you want, baby? What can I do for you?” He asked and she bit her lip before leaning back in to speak in his ear. She swallowed thickly, feeling a bit hesitant before just saying what she wanted.

“I want you to make me come.” She said and he he swallowed the lump in his throat, “Right here.”

“Baby, are you sure?”

“Please.” She insisted, “I can’t handle this anymore.” She said and he nodded.

Harry glanced from side to side, making sure that no one was particularly paying them any mind. Everyone else around this area though seemed to be sucking face so he moved forward with slotting one of his legs between her own and she immediately pressed herself down against it and raised her leg to wrap around his hip to allow more friction. She moaned breathily as she started to grind against his thigh and he chuckled.

“Baby, baby, wait.” He giggled softly and she huffed. He tickled his fingers up her raised inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in the trail. When he finally reached her groin quickly slid his fingers over the crotch of her thong and brushed his fingers over it. It was damp already and he grinned, “That’s my good girl. Bee getting wet for me a while, huh?” He hummed and she nodded.

“Yes.” She responded, “Oh!” She moaned softly as he started to rub over her clit. He knew exactly where it was by now. Harry was keeping his movements slow but precise, he didn’t want to get them caught or kicked out for being naughty in the club. He’s sure people have done far worse, but he would spare Y/N and himself that embarrassment if he could. But it was undeniably sexy and exciting. With the way she had raised her leg around his own, it was a bit hard for her to grind down for more friction and he could tell she was growing desperate, she wanted more, “Baby, please.” She panted and he hummed, “Please just touch me.” She pleaded and he smirked.

“I am touching you.” He pointed out smugly. She huffed and he chuckled, “Tell me what you want. Tell me exactly what you want, baby.” He said again and she was feeling shy. She was begging him to get her off in public, but when it came down to asking him exactly what she wanted she was feeling shy? She felt insane for it, but she needed to suck it up and ask because she felt like she was on the verge of exploding.

“Touch my pussy. Fuck me with your fingers. Please, I need you to make me cum!” She keened. Her voice was quiet and her breaths were shaky as she waited for him to start, which wasn’t long. Just feeling him slide his fingers into the side of her underwear was a victory. His big, warm fingers dipped into her sticky crease. They swirled around for a moment before he just slid two fingers into her little hole with minimal resistant, “Oh fuck!” She gasped quietly and he groaned. He was so fucking hard now, she was wet and tight and hot around his fingers. He felt her buck her hips into his hand and he smiled as he started to thrust them in and out, slow and hard, making sure to prod up into that spot that would have her knees buckling for him.

“Fuck, wait until we get home, baby.”

“What’re you gonna do? Tell me.”

“You’re getting tied up to the best posts. And you’re gonna let me lick and suck at this delicious little cunt until I’ve had my fill of the taste of your orgasms. You’re gonna come as many times as I want you to in any way that I want to. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” He said and she gasped, “It’s gonna be a long and intense process, baby. We’re getting you back into subspace tonight.” He assured and she moaned, “Fuck, I miss seeing you like that. All strung out on me. I like to know I can make you feel so good. Like to take care of you.” He said and she whimpered, “And just when you come down from it I’ll give you my cock.” He said and he groaned as he felt her getting slicked and slicker. Her arousal was dripping down his knuckles and some collecting in his palm.

“Fuck please, daddy! I’m close!” She whimpered and he moaned.

“I know, pretty girl. You’re making such a big mess for me. If only you’d been patient I could be licking you clean.” She whined as he started fucking into her faster, his fingertips were colliding with her g-spot perfectly. She was a bit buzzed and that made her feel that much better. She felt her legs starting to get shaky and she was worried that she wouldn’t be able to hold herself up, “Good, baby. Squeeze my fingers.” He encouraged her and then moved his thumb over her, “Hump my hand so you can feel it on your clit.” He instructed and his filthy words nearly had her creaming for him. As she ground her hips down his thumb rubbed into her clit, he added a bit of pressure but it was all her fucking herself on his hand.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” She mumbled, “Harry, I’m right there!” She whimpered.

“That’s not what you call me when I’m in your pussy.” He said deeply and she moaned a little too loudly and he grinned, “Shhh, or I’ll stop. You better come with a straight face, can’t be getting caught like this, can we?”

“No, no, baby.” She rushed out and he tsk-ed.

“What did I just say about what you should call me when I’m in your pussy?” He asked.

“Sorry, daddy.” She whimpered and then gasped as he started to slow down, making her move faster over him

“Ask for permission if you want to come.”

“Please daddy, I need to come. Please let me come!” She pleaded breathlessly.

“That was more of a demand, I think.” He said, “Where’s my good girl and her usually impeccable manners, hmmm?” He teased and she was about to explode.

“M-may I come, daddy?” She rephrased her request and he hummed.

“Go on then, baby. Get what you need.” He said and she started to fall apart. His free hand pulled her flush against his body to steady as she buried her face in his neck and he felt her harsh breaths heating up his already sweaty skin. He could feel her walls fluttering around his fingers over and over until they gradually slowed. They were both panting as he discreetly pulled his hand from beneath her dress and she let her leg down. He was just about to sink his fingers into his mouth when she grabbed his hand and licked up his palm that was dripped with her arousal. He moaned as she then sucked his fingers into her mouth and sucked desperately, as if this were the last thing she would get to taste in her life. When she popped off and looked into his eyes his lip was bitten hard beneath his teeth and he turned his hand around, his knuckles facing her, “Missed some.” He said and she smiled before licking from the back of his hand up to the bottom knuckles of the fingers he had sunk inside of her, “Good girl.” He said lowly before grabbing her face and pulling her in for a slow and deep kiss.

“Can’t wait to get home.” She mumbled against his lips.

“Then maybe we should do something about that.” He grinned smugly.

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