#gn mes amours

[arewelonely]

wait for me

part ten

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Hermione glanced over at Draco’s paper and smiled to herself. “Do you think Professor McGonagall’s going to think you’ve been copying my work?”

Draco paused with his quill in the air. “Excuse me?”

“You’ve just used a very ‘me’ word,” Hermione grinned.

“‘Transformation’?” Draco said dryly. “You’re the only one with—” Hermione made a psh, “—authority over that word?”

“No, ‘therefore’.” She pointed to the parchment. “You usually write ‘thus’.”

Draco stared at the page. He made a noise, shrugged, and continued writing. “I’m not changing it.”

“Oh, it’s fine, I dominate you in ways other than just my vocabulary.”

Draco rolled his eyes and slid her a smile. “Yes, Granger, you do tend to physically dominate me from time to time.”

Hermione blinked, blushing, realizing what she had said—

Oh, she had not meant it like that… She glanced down at her own homework, hurriedly trying to figure out any sort of way to change it, or move the conversation along…

But Draco reached his hand to touch a faint white line on his cheekbone, almost hidden as a pockmark, and raised his eyebrows.

She cleared her throat. “Oh. Yes. Well, that was years ago. And I stand by it.”

Draco snorted. “Didn’t say you couldn’t. But you also Stupefyed me unconscious at the beginning of this year. And,” he put his quill down, leaning back from the table, “now that I think of it, you raised your wand at me the other night as well. Really, Granger, you’re a bit physical.”

Hermione shifted her position in her chair, pushing her work off to the side so she could rest her elbow on the table. “Don’t forget in October when it was my charmwork that overpowered you.” She smirked as his nostrils flared. “And in November, when it was my intellect.”

“What about December,” Draco shot back, folding his arms, “when you realized that your brain was not the only one that mattered in this world?”

Hermione made an indignant noise. “That was not the end result of that conversation.”

The corner of Draco’s mouth turned up. “Really? I seem to remember an apology, and—”

“I seem to remember you kissing me before I could even really fully apologize,” Hermione forced the words out before she could overthink them—

Draco bit his lip against a smile. “I don’t recall you complaining.”

“Well it was a bit difficult to do so when you were—” Hermione shook her head and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

She watched Draco notice this motion.

“Yes?” he said, his eyes smiling slightly. The tease was still there, but he uncrossed his own arms. “What was I doing?”

The lit candle on their table flickered, and Hermione let it catch her gaze.

She didn’t know how to put any of these feelings into words. She had never discussed the intricacies of kissing before, let alone with the person it concerned. She didn’t have enough experience to know how this conversation might go in general or with Draco, when conversations with him were just becoming slightly less complicated…

“Hermione,” Draco said softly.

She locked eyes with him. Her heart began to beat faster, and the moment felt more palpable: her body in the chair, the dark night in the library, her hands folded into her elbows.

Anything could happen in this moment. She could say something, or he could say something, or one of them could move—

Possibilities upon possibilities lay.

“You were touching my waist,” Hermione said lowly, smiling a bit as if to make light of her statement. But Draco leaned forward, and she saw he swallowed.

“And that…” his pupils dilated slightly in the flickering candlelight. “Makes it difficult for you to concentrate?”

“Yes.” Her voice was quiet, and Draco took a small breath.

“In a good way?”

“Merlin,” Hermione exhaled, “yes. In a very good way.”

Red rose to the tops of Draco’s cheeks. “Well, good. I’m glad.”

They stared at each other for a few seconds more, and Hermione inhaled. Was he going to… should she…

How did people get from staring at each other to kissing?

“So,” she said, “will you change to ‘thus’ or just accept that you’ve adopted some of my ways of speaking—”

“Oh, Merlin,” Draco said, half laughing while he spoke, and he reached forward to slide his hand around the back of Hermione’s neck.

He pulled her to him. She bent forward in her chair and braced her hand on his shoulder as his thumb traced the outline of her jaw. His lips dipped to press against hers. He tasted like him, familiar and smelling good and she let her tongue brush against his lip for half a second before bringing her other hand around to the back of his head to get a better angle.

He made a noise—Hermione made him make a noise—and his unoccupied hand landed gently on her waist. She moved, or he nudged, and it really was hard to tell the difference when movement was just occurring, and somehow her weight was balanced on her left knee, on the edge of Draco’s chair, right next to his leg. And then her other knee was on the chair on the other side, and this was the definition of straddling, wasn’t it?

Draco’s one hand was still holding her face, delicately, carefully, and his lips kept mapping out hers and it was ridiculous, really, how these two motions combined turned her on more than just about anything she could remember. She splayed her hands in his hair—gosh, it was soft—and clutched his head a little harder when she noticed that this caused the noise again—

She’d do anything for that noise rumbling against her lips.

The hand on her waist tightened. Her knees squeezed against his legs automatically; Hermione could feel her pulse between her legs. Why did his hands have to move so securely?

“That didn’t take you long,” she mumbled, kissing on his jaw and then lowering her head to his neck: no way in hell he was the only one who would squirm tonight.

“What,” he said, breathy and relaxed, “this?” He pulled her waist closer to him and Hermione felt herself make a sound.

“Wanted to test it out,” he leaned his neck back. “I take feedback well.”

Hermione snorted at that and decided to scrape her teeth lightly under his jaw. “Cocky,” she told him, kissing the spot when he exhaled lowly and slid his hands up her back.

“Fuck, Granger,” he murmured, and brought her mouth to his again.

She grinned as the fuzz in her head became more Draco than everything else, and linked her arms around his neck, her movements slow and sleepy. “Thank you for that,” she said.

He raised an eyebrow, still holding her in his lap. “For what?”

“It all.” Kissing her. Listening to what she had to say and then acting on it. He had become decent with feedback, even if he was too proud of it.

Hermione wondered if he had always been good with feedback; if he had just not received the ‘proper’ feedback earlier on. But she liked his pleasant smirk too much right now to ask.

“Okay,” she scooched herself off his lap, landing back on her own chair. She left her legs draped across his, stretching them out slightly as she pulled her homework closer. “It’s work time, now.”

“Is it?”

She twirled her quill in her hands. “Yup.”

She glanced up to find Draco staring fondly at her. His eyes just seemed gentle. Hermione curled her fingers around his chin and kissed him, once, twice, soft, just because she could. She sat back and turned his face away from hers. “Look back at your own work, Draco.”

He grinned, his face still blushed. “Yes, Granger.”

—

The fireplace crackled and the younger years’ murmured over homework, but the rest of the common room was somber. Harry sat scrunched up in a chair, staring blankly over at Ron, whose head had dropped into his hands on the couch between Katie and Ginny.

“You’re sure you’re—”

“Just—don’t tell Mum, alright?” Ron glanced up.

Ginny shook her head. “No, I won’t.”

Hermione frowned and glanced between Ron and Harry. “Ron, is there anything—”

“I just got fucking poisoned, Hermione,” he snapped. “What do you think I need?”

Frustration simmered in Hermione’s chest.

Ginny narrowed her eyes.

Hermione cocked her head. “Well, that’s just about why I was asking, Ron. Having never been poisoned before, I was merely curious—”

“Shit, okay,” Ron sighed. He leaned away from Ginny’s glare, “oi, fucking back off, I’m apologizing, I was wrong, alright? Sorry,” he turned back to Hermione. “I don’t know. Just, thanks, Harry.”

“Thank the Prince,” Harry muttered. “Honestly, I don’t know—”

He sat forward and held his chin in his hands. His eyes darted back and forth behind his glasses, mapping something out on the carpet.

Hermione frowned. “Harry, I don’t like that look on your face.”

Ginny sighed. “I’m inclined to agree with Harry,” she admitted.

Hermione glanced back, feeling her gut clench. “What? About what?”

Ginny raised her eyebrows at Harry, who nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Oh gosh, that’s annoying,” Ron groaned. “Just tell us, will you?”

“Malfoy.”

Discomfort coiled in Hermione’s stomach.

“I know none of us have seen the Mark yet, right?” Harry raised his eyebrows until they all shook their heads. “But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have it, or that he isn’t acting on their orders, or that Voldemort hasn’t given him a mission—he’s been quiet all year, and we know he was in Hogsmeade the day that Katie…” he nodded gently in her direction, “you know, and he totally could’ve given the mead to Slughorn, and they’re both related incidents, we can at least agree on that, right?”

“Yeah,” Ron huffed. “Someone who’s shit at getting to Dumbledore.”

“It’s a stretch,” Ginny said, “but I’m not against it.”

And the thing was, Hermione simply hadn’t seen Draco without his robes on. She put her hand over her forehead. Ignoring any brief daydreams that occurred mid-Professor Binns’ rambles, she now had an actual reason for wanting to see his forearm.

While Harry was receiving lessons from Professor Dumbledore, what was Hermione doing? If she took it upon herself to see if he had the Mark, was that betraying him? If she kept kissing him like a hormonal idiot in the dead of night, was she betraying her friends? If she did both?

Katie, then Ron… Would it be Harry next, or Dumbledore himself?

She didn’t think Draco was targeting Muggle-borns. She didn’t think he was targeting her. But that didn’t diminish the fact that there were others who were, day in and day out, and trying to plan for future battles did nothing to help those who were in danger currently.

“I’ll figure it out,” Harry said, nodding his head at Ron.

“We’ll help,” Ron responded.

“Of course,” said Ginny.

Hermione nodded. Ideas swirled, and she wanted to run away and hide Draco in a safe haven until this was all over.

—

“And, it is now my pleasure to introduce to you, the Three D’s!��� the instructor announced.

Theo snorted.

“Crabbe, this is none of your business—” Draco muttered.

Goyle grumbled, “It was our business the other day, when you needed us to get the mead—”

“I thought we were going to be in this together,” Crabbe complained, “I mean—”

“Hey, Zabini, are we in need of a third?” Theo called out. “I’m feeling like we’ve only mastered two of the D’s at the moment…”

Draco’s stomach twinged. “I am doing what is asked of me.”

“Yeah, and Malfoy, we’re here to help—” Goyle butted in, “if you just let us know—”

“I make sure to let my friends know what I’m up to,” Potter’s voice trickled in. “Manners, right?”

Fucking—

“Potter,” Draco hissed, snapping his head—

“Now,” the instructor’s voice boomed over it all, “concentrate on the Three D’s, and begin!”

Potter disappeared into the crowd. Draco’s nostrils twitched as he turned to the hoop that now lay in front of him.

There were many things he would do if he was not in public currently. Shut up Crabbe and Goyle, for one. Duel Potter until he won, either by hand or with wand or both. Find Granger in the crowd and roll his eyes conspiratorially or repeat “I’m sorry” on a loop until it made up for everything he had done and had yet to do.

Crabbe and Goyle shot him alternating glances, but were soon busy looking constipated in their efforts to Apparate. Draco just stared at his hoop and waited to see if his heart rate would slow down.

Sounds of frustration echoed around the Great Hall and Draco exhaled deeply through his nose. What were the D’s again? He could try, so long as he was forced to be here.

“Nott,” Blaise murmured, “I seem to be having trouble with one of the D’s here, do you think we could practice together after this?”

“Ah, Blaise,” Theo responded, “I’d be delighted. Truly tragic, however, as you had seemed to master the act the last time we practiced. But I suppose it has been a few weeks.”

Anger clouded Draco’s thoughts, even as Goyle said, “you guys’ve been practicing? I could’ve sworn we weren’t able to Apparate in Hogwarts before this!”

Draco tried to focus on his Destination, but caught sight of Snape staring him down at the front of the Great Hall. Great. Surely he’d receive another hissed hallway conversation. He wondered which kill tactic Snape would dispense on to him this time, his dull eyes reminding Draco yet again of the man who had raised him, who withered away now, unless Draco managed to…

He wondered how he would delay death’s arrival to Dumbledore.

His eyes flickered to The Trio on the opposite side of the room. He hoped he wouldn’t hit anyone he cared about in the crossfire this time.

—

Ron became softer in the weeks following his poisoning. More inclined to sit right next to Hermione on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, tucking his feet in under himself and pulling the knit blanket so that it covered both of them. Harry mentioned that Ron hung out more in the bathroom while they brushed their teeth, or made conversation while Harry washed his face. Just, spending more time around him, as if he was almost afraid to step away.

Ginny definitely hugged him more. Fred joked at him more and George ruffled his hair more. It was painful for them all.

Hermione wondered how others managed to get over it so quickly—Slughorn taught class as if nothing had happened, although of course that was his job, and Professor McGonagall nodded at them briskly when they passed in the halls as if she hadn’t had to coordinate informing all of the Weasleys of their brother’s literal poisoning just eighteen days before.

And, still, afternoons found them in the library, completing homework and taking books off the shelves and making notes in pieces of parchment that they stuffed into their pockets for review later: maybe? Did it seem plausible? Did this fit in with what Dumbledore said, with what Harry just felt intrinsically about this terrifying being?

Harry slid a book along the table to Hermione—“let me know if you find anything good in this one”—and Ron pushed up his sleeves as he wrote more furiously on his DADA essay.

Hermione knew that Harry would give up most things for his friends. And he had given up enough already.

As he sacrificed his time for researching Voldemort, so did Hermione. She would have to sacrifice whether she chose it or not. And she would pick her loved ones over her time again and again.

Hermione opened the book in front of her and its spine thudded against the table. It was always a large book, wasn’t it? The answer was never right in front of her.

She read the newspapers cover to cover so she could update them at breakfast. She confirmed that her town was never in them.

Her parents sent her owls with their regular consistency: once every week, a large envelope fell next to her toast. It would be stuffed with sticky notes from when her parents had thought of her during the week, and a longer letter updating her on some details of their days. The envelopes piled up unopened in the chest at the end of her bed, because they came with questions Hermione was not prepared to answer. And she would not lie.

Her parents, sending her off to only see her a few times a year, because of the luck of the cards that made her different? There was no need for her to worry them with the absolute danger that she left them for, again and again.

Night couldn’t come fast enough. The sun’s rays streaming in from the windows just reminded her that her parents, too, were out there living their lives.

Here she was: the library, and the books around her, and the boys next to her. Hermione wasn’t alone. She was never alone.

Her existence was for others and to solve crises.

She just—

Her chest tightened and she halted her breathing momentarily. She needed a moment where she didn’t have to.

Hermione pushed back in her chair. She shook her head at the screech it made on the ground.

“Just need to go find something,” she mumbled, and let her feet move her away without checking if the boys had looked up. Her braids fell into her face. Her steps rushed.

The grandfather clock struck three: it was afternoon tea time at home. Or gardening time, or dishes time—it was relax-before-supper time. Whichever activity best fit in. Her mum would be turning on the radio and her dad would be cleaning up and they’d all come together…

The library hushed with conversation and the calming noise of parchment being unrolled and pages being turned.

Her parents had spoken to her about N.E.W.T.s over the winter holiday, told her not to overstress herself, expressed so much excitement at these famous witches and wizards who would come to test her knowledge! Look at her, their incredibly smart daughter, their lovely girl, their happy, silly—

Hermione headed to where she and Draco spent their late nights. The area was empty, thank Merlin, because Hermione didn’t know if she’d have the energy to get all the way back to her bed, or the Gryffindor bathroom, or anywhere else moderately private if there had been anyone else camped out.

—and maybe she might like to take a holiday this summer, perhaps to the south of France? They hadn’t been in a few years, and her mum’s French was getting rusty, how about her own?

Oh, yes, a holiday might be nice, if only Hermione wasn’t fearing for her life, for her parents’ lives by identifying with them, yes, a holiday would be good…

But she could crouch right in the corner against the bookshelf and the windowsill. Eye their candle in the center of the table, blown out now but melting far more on the right side for no reason at all (Draco found this very funny, its unevenness, and sometimes tried to blow the flame to the other side of the candle when he remembered he was a teenager).

And amongst it all, she missed her parents, because when she had cried as a child her mum had held her, and her dad had read her stories, and they had books upon books on the shelves that Hermione loved, and he’d read them again and again, and she felt so comforted by that, so protected. Now there was only Hermione, and she was to protect others, and that was good, it was, and also—

Hermione could hear books being reshelved, shoes making a gentle cracking noise on the old wooden floors.

Why did she have to be here, why did she have to have dirty blood, why did her life have to be a fight again and again—

Her hand cupped her mouth vehemently as she sobbed.

Maybe her parents had made scones, gotten the special jam from the farm down the street for the occasion. Maybe they were imagining her studying at school, laughing with Harry and Ron. They loved that she had these good friends.

She knew she’d sound awful, croaking and inhuman, if she allowed her breathing to escape.

The steps paused at the opening between bookshelf rows. Hermione pressed her hand against her mouth tighter, blinking fast.

Shit.

She really didn’t have the energy, she really wasn’t in the space—

She fumbled for her wand, trying to remember some sort of spell that might fix her damp face—

Blond hair and pinched eyebrows.

And then her shoulders dropped. Her hand kept the noise inside and the other one wrapped around her knees. Tears streamed down her face because that was, very simply, all she could do.

He came closer, slowly, like he didn’t really know what to do, and it was a funny thought, Draco comforting someone, except it wasn’t exactly, because he had before, to her, more or less, and he sat down on the floor with a solid foot of space between them as she shook and squeezed her eyes shut.

She didn’t look well, and that was putting it mildly, but nothing physically seemed to be wrong. Draco stared at the hand gripping her knees, turning the skin around her fingers lighter with the pressure.

He shifted slightly to pull his wand out of his pocket and cast a Muffliato.

Granger’s hand dropped from her mouth and she ducked her head into her knees. Draco’s stomach clenched when she sobbed; he winced at the noise and the expression on her half-hidden face.

His chest hurt. Granger had looked up at him so helplessly and that just wasn’t her. He wanted to take whatever the problem was and chuck it as fucking far as he could, gather Granger in his arms as she had him a few weeks ago, do something so he could look into her eyes and see her pain ease.

“Hey,” he tried, his voice croaking a bit (he hadn’t used it all day, really, wasn’t planning on using it until past midnight tonight). “Is there…”

Granger gasped in air, and Draco shifted microscopically closer, silently, hoping that Granger wouldn’t notice and also that this was okay, it was fine that he was here, he shouldn’t leave or go get one of the Terrible Two—

Draco’s breath halted, just for a second. They hadn’t done anything, had they? This hurt wasn’t caused by them, right?

He cleared his throat. “Granger…”

She put one of the hands wrapped around her knees on the floor, palm up, fingers curled—

And Draco’s heart jolted but he grabbed it before he fully realized what he had done.

Her fingers were soft, and warm, and he held her hand gently.

He debated rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. He wanted to lace his fingers through hers.

His heart was beating so very fast. He struggled to keep his inhalations normal.

Granger’s breath slowed, and then she squeezed his hand. Draco let himself properly hold hers, their fingers intertwined, him squeezing back.

She would tell him if this was too much.

Draco had no bandwidth for anything occurring outside of this library corner. He was grateful for the Muffliato on Granger’s behalf, so she could keep crying if she needed to, but felt like his brain was casting one all on its own. All he heard was silence and his heartbeat. He only felt his precarious stance on the ground (hesitant to move as if it would disrupt the whole moment) and Granger’s knuckles against the pads of his fingers.

Her hand was soft, just like it always was on his cheek, and it was daytime and they were sitting here, holding hands…

Draco took a breath and rubbed his thumb against hers.

Granger heaved a sigh and scrubbed at her face with her other hand. “How can you…”

Draco started. He moved his thumb over the top of her hand, clenching his jaw. “What?” he said, far more softly than he’d intended.

Granger’s face shined with tears and she wiped her eyes before glancing up at him. “Obviously,” she lowered her voice, “you had an awful time at home over holiday. We’ve covered that. But how on Earth did you…”

Draco frowned. Where was she going with this?

“This is hell for me. And I’m here, just learning about it all. And it’s terrifying because Voldemort’s followers—your family—”

“Granger, I—” He had no idea how to respond.

“But you had to be there, right?” Granger’s eyebrows knit together. “How did you even manage?”

Draco shook his head. “Where is this coming from?”

Granger exhaled. She hesitated, and Draco’s stomach turned. He wouldn’t blame her if she couldn’t trust him… he looked down to their joined hands—

“I’m reading the newspapers, every day,” she said.

He met her eyes again.

“I—my parents,” she shook her head and rolled her eyes against tears. “They… it’s not fair. They don’t deserve to be at risk.”

Draco inhaled and leaned forward. “You don’t deserve to be at risk.”

Granger frowned and her eyes welled up again.

He gripped her hand. “Granger, no one deserves this.”

Her breath was shaky. She cocked her head and he knew what was coming. “And neither do you,” she mumbled. “So, how do you manage? Because I…” she smiled up at the ceiling. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Draco scooched microscopically closer and pulled her hand towards him, his lips pressing together.

“You know I don’t manage,” he muttered. “You know it’s…” the unfamiliar word left his mouth softly, “hell.”

“But you fight,” she said.

Draco ducked his head against the onslaught of sudden tears. He clutched her hand harder.

“Yep,” he said, picking his head back up. “I fight. I… promise. I do.”

Granger sighed. “So that’s all we can do.”

Draco echoed her sigh. “I haven’t come up with anything more feasible right now.” He pursed his lips. “But, I’m sure you’ll be the first to know when I do.”

Granger breathed out a small laugh. “Well, that’s sweet.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Yes, Granger, I try.”

“Mm.” She pulled her hand away and wiped at her face. “Hm…”

“What?”

“I wish you didn’t have to go back there.”

Draco’s heart thudded. His legs were light and he felt too big, suddenly, too old, had seen too much at sixteen that his childhood self never wanted to. His hands didn’t know what to do with themselves now that they didn’t hold one of Granger’s.

The two were still sat in the library, in their empty bookshelf nook, and it was all shite. “There’s no place for me in whatever world you’re conjuring up, Granger.”

Her eyes flashed as she looked up at him, arms crossed. “You’re sitting here, comforting me now.”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

Draco forced himself to laugh. “Really? You were crying not ten seconds ago and now we’re arguing?”

“Well, we weren’t until you refused to answer the question. How is it different?” Granger leaned closer, and her eyes were gorgeous and Draco wanted to tug on one of her braids.

“I really wish this weren’t the middle of the day and we could really have a go at it,” Draco grumbled, forcing himself to break eye contact.

“No need to make things sexual—”

“No, I just wanted to prove that I can demolish you in a fight—”

Granger reclined, putting her hands behind her to support her weight, and cocked her head. “Demolish, hm? I really got to you with all that talk about me physically dominating the other night?”

The muscles in his body began to relax. Alright, she was better. “We really can’t do this here,” he drawled.

“So then answer the question,” she bent forward again.

“Oh, Merlin.” He could be trying harder to avoid this, but she had just had a meltdown. He sighed. How was he supposed to both not lie to her and not entirely break her? “Granger, any answer I give you is just going to depress us both.”

She wiped her hands over her eyes again, rubbing at her skin. “No, that was a good one.”

Draco sighed. “Do I want to know why?”

“Because you’re unhappy with the way things are. And it’s against who you are to not act to change it.”

—

“Have you found anything yet?” Draco asked her early the next morning. He knew it was nearing the time when one of them would take it upon themself to tell the other that they should sleep, and then they could bicker foolishly until someone broke into a yawn. They’d send their books back to the shelves and Draco would reluctantly walk back to the Slytherin dorms, knowing that following Granger to ensure her safety would only lead to frustration on all sides.

“I mean, it all sounds horrific.”

“Yeah, well, what’s new.”

He held out his hand for the book, and Granger heaved it over.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, his hand dropping suddenly with the weight. “Merlin, this is heavy. Some warning would’ve been nice, huh?”

Granger snorted and he glanced over to see her smile before she pushed it away. He hid his own and stared down at the Dark book.

Cleaving one’s soul, a death for each extension of one’s life… A Horcrux.

“I’d be nervous that someone else would find the object,” Draco mused, skimming the brief description. He liked having everything that made him him right inside his mind, and locked behind scrappy Occlumency if necessary.

“I’m more distressed about the amount of deaths that would have to occur…”

Draco winced. “Well, yes.”

Quickly, Draco wondered if a non-wizard’s death would work for this Horcrux to exist, or if the person could just choose to kill someone with less pure blood…

But his stomach recoiled at that thought. His vision blurred as his brain overwhelmed himself with disgust.

“...Dumbledore said that perhaps there were, well…” Granger trailed off and fidgeted in her chair.

Draco cleared his throat. “Can’t stop there, now, can you?” He raised his eyebrows at her.

Granger sighed. “Harry had said that Dumbledore had said—”

“And why does the prick get this secret information?”

“—that perhaps there were seven,” Granger ignored him.

Draco felt his eyes widen. “Seven?”

Granger grimaced. “That’s what Professor Dumbledore said.”

“When in Merlin’s hat did he say this?”

Granger just stared at him.

Draco huffed. “Alright, fine, don’t tell me.” He shifted his back against the bookshelf. “Merlin, seven. I mean, he looks—” he turned instantly to Granger.

She bit the inside of her lip.

Draco sighed. “I’d believe it.” He frowned, and then glanced back at her. “He didn’t say anything about special objects, at least not while I was around.”

They sat in silence.

“Thank you,” Granger said softly.

“I don’t want your thanks.”

“Alright.”

“Just—”

“Yes?”

He huffed. He grabbed the book he had been reading off the floor, and picked it up.

No, there was something else. He had to.

“How’s…”

Granger gazed over at him.

Draco sighed and forced the word out. “Weasley?”

“Oh.” Granger cocked her head. “Why?”

He swallowed. Her eyes narrowed just slightly, and Draco hated imagining her having been in any more distress than this past afternoon. “I’d heard he was in the Hospital Wing. He better now?”

Granger continued to scrutinize him, then nodded. “Yes. Thankfully Harry saved him with a bezoar.”

Draco felt his stomach twinge, but he wasn’t sure whether it was due to Potter coming to the rescue yet again or the Weasel being so close to death over an accident.

Granger cleared her throat. “Are you going to ask what happened?”

“I assumed you’d tell me if you wanted me to know.”

“Bold assumption.”

Draco raised his eyebrows.

“Professor Slughorn served him and Harry a wine that was meant for Professor Dumbledore. It turned out to be poisoned.” Granger paused, and Draco tried to relax the muscles in his face. “We’re thinking it’s linked with the jinxed necklace Katie received earlier this year.”

Shit. “How so?”

“Neither reached their intended target.” Granger crossed her arms. “Harry thinks whoever did it can’t be that skilled.”

He tried not to suck air in, but wasn’t entirely sure whether he had succeeded. He decided he did not want to ask who they thought was behind it, particularly as he assumed Potter, if not all three, would suspect him.

And yet… Granger had just shared information with him about Horcruxes.

“Well, I’m…” Draco shrugged. There was only a very tiny part of him that wanted to say anything nice about the Weasel. He shook his head.

“You’re being very thoughtful today,” Granger said.

When he looked at her, he knew that she knew she had saved him from having to come up with something to say. He glared at her. “Yeah, I can go back to being a right prick, if you’d like.”

She smiled and pushed at his shoulder. “Ah, fuck off, Draco.”

He felt his heart pulse. “Well, shit, Granger! A motherfucking curse!”

He ducked and tried to smother his grin as she pushed him over with both hands. He let himself topple almost to the floor, reveling in the fact that Granger deftly caught his arm before he fell all the way.

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[transmascaraa]

multiple characters headcannons!

how are they when you tell them you're tired and ask them to carry you?

characters: lyney, wanderer, gaming, neuvillette, wriothesley x gn!reader

author's note: FIRST TIME WRITING MORE CHARACTERS IN ONE WOOHOO 🙌 🎉 anyways i hope you guys like this one<3 i tried to include chars that everyone loves, and chars that i love myself and stuff so yeah i'll try and see if it works out(i'll continue doing these either way)

⑅ Lyney

-he's the type to look at you surprisingly. you??? asking HIM to carry you? he'd be flustered for a bit, and then try to act confident again.

-like "oh, of course, mon amour! come here!..."

-he's strong enough, but he would STILL be worried. he would overthink so so sooo much.

-what if he drops you? well, he won't. he's just an overthinker.

-and when he'd finally pick you up, bridal style because he's the most comfortable like that, he would start sweating.

-but of course, masking it all with some "confidence". so the two of you ended up in either one of these situations:

-one, it was quiet with him smiling at you half of the time. not being able to talk because he was so happy.

-two, he'd end up talking to you about some nonsense or his magic shows, not wanting it to be too awkward or too quiet for you.

-either way, thank him in the end. he'll be jumping over clouds because he managed to help you in some way.

-just keep praising him, he'll be all over you. he's a complete simp for you like that.

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✯ Wanderer

-he's the tsundere. you'd ask him and he'd look at you with such a disgusted look as if you just told him you eat dirt and cement for breakfast. again, with his sassy attitude.

-"ME? to carry YOU? because you're "tired"? yeah. that won't work on me." turning his head away from you, fighting the urge to just surrender.

-but of course, his ego was too big. but not until you started showing clear signs that you were tired. he gave you a few glances, "side-eyes", before stopping and looking at you. looking at you as if he was waiting for something.

-you'd just say "nothing." which would make him even more angry. at that, he just rolled his eyes and said "oh, shut up." before taking you in his arms and continuing to walk with you in silence.

-if you mentioned a single thing about that EVER, you would basically be asking for punishment (whichever type of it lol).

-just say a little "thank you" after you're done and let him quietly mutter that "you're welcome".

-he was glad he got to be close to you like that.

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✿ Gaming

-now HE would be VERY happy to help. you'd ask and in a single second he'd be picking you up. he just loves you that much.

-"i'm more than happy to do so, my love~!" smiling brightly at you.

-he couldn't be more happy, he was close to you, he was hold you in his arms, what more could he ask for? especially because you're tired, he would be so nice to you when you got home. he's a real gentleman when it comes to love.

-while he walked like that with you in his arms, the two of you would chit-chat and talk about random things, just making sure you're not bored. or maybe, if you preferred silence, he would stay quiet, whatever makes you happy<3

-after a bit of more walking, he would take care of you at home, letting you rest for a bit, and making your favorite food with your favorite drink.

-he just wanted you happy. to see you smile.

-and then, during dinner time, discussing some more random topics, or just him ranting about his next performance.

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๑ Neuvillette

-he would be so sweet. trust me. so sweet and gentle with you. you're tired? he's there to help. you want him to carry you? no problem. you'd ask him and he'd not slowly, smiling fainly at you, even blushing a bit.

-"let me help you." and he'd pick you up.

-finally, after he's got you in his arms, and he continues walking, it's going to be so peaceful. if you want to talk, sure, he will talk. but since you're with him, the silence couldn't be more peaceful.

-listening to the birds chirping in the background, or maybe even the townspeople talking about some things, it was peaceful nonetheless.

-it was very calm. and at some point, he would start humming some melody. compliment him. he'll blush but he'll be extremely thankful, and will definitely hum next time you take a walk around fontaine.

-and when you get home, he'd make you rest and give you some cuddles, hoping that you would "recharge" that way.

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◉ Wriothesley

-he wouldn't make much of a reaction, and treat it like it's an everyday thing, but tease you occasionally, of course. as soon as you asked, he just said:

-"okay." and looked at you for a few seconds before taking you in his arms. you'd tell him "thank you" already then and there and he'd just nod and say "mhmm."

-but... for the rest of the walk, he'll be winking at you and giving you teasing smirks.

-oh how you wanted to punch him.

-and after getting home, when he puts you down, you'd say "thank you" and then give him a playful angry look.

-to which he would reply with yet ANOTHER teasing grin. "you're welcome."

-he would tease you A LOT. but still, don't worry, he'll still take good care of you.

-value his teasing. actually, you can hit him if you want to. it won't hurt him that much anyway, he has the muscles.

-but it'll be impossible to be mad at him for too long.

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it's pretty good tbh

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[bedoballoons]

Fontaine, Sumeru , Inazuma boys + Zhongli and Xiao with a GN! Darling that has Newts Briefcase from fantastic beasts

Your blog looks beautiful btw

Awwe thank you so much!! <3 I hope you enjoy!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Reader with a briefcase like Newts~༺}

CW: Fluffy and magical! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon amour)

(Includes: Lyney, Zhongli, Tighnari, Heizou, and Xiao!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney obviously didn't know every magic trick in Teyvat, that would be almost impossible, but he did know quite a few of them and he could usually figure out how others were done fairly quickly, but how your suitcase managed to hold a whole boar, crystalflies of every element, and tens more animals, some of which he'd never seen before, was beyond anything even he could imagine.

You'd left him speechless, mouth agape as he stared at you in awe, "Mon amour, how is this possible? How are you doing that?" You blushed slightly, seeing the way his eyes shun like that of child's when they see something magic for the first time, "I can't tell, it's a secret, but you're welcome to use it for one of your shows, just make sure to feed the scorpions, they get angry otherwise and they aren't very nice when they're angry."

𑁍༄Zhongli:

Zhongli stared at your happy face, your arms extended outwards, being used as a perch for at least 10 exotic birds...all of which had appeared from your suitcase. Originally he had assumed this was only possible because the work of an adepti, but upon closer inspection he saw no signs of adeptal power, infact it seemed completely foreign to him...which only made him more curious.

"You say it can hold as many animals as the forests of Liyue? That's certainly a incredible feat...may I asked how you've acquired such a unique and interesting treasure?" He smiled slightly at you, hoping you'd clear up the mysterious nature behind the briefcase, but you simply chuckled, "One day I'll tell you, but for now it would be far more fun to keep it a secret~"

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnari was sitting in front of your suitcase with his eyes glued to it like at any moment it could actually explode, not because it was somehow holding more animals than he even knew of, but from the sheer amount power such a item would have to have. In all of his days of studying at the akademiya and traveling to other lands in search of new plant varieties, he'd never seen anything like it. "Does it contains exotic plants as well? Do each of the animals have their own ecosystems? If you shut the suitcase for to long does the oxygen run out or does the suit case somehow supply oxygen? Have you ever tried to go in the suit case?"

Your eyes widened at his many questions, more and more spilling from his lips before he could stop himself...frazzling you slightly. You hadn't expected him to get so excited about it, but even with his never ending questions, it was absolutely adorable to see him this way. It was like he'd found a miracle and he wanted to learn everything about it with you.

𑁍༄Heizou:

Heizou stuck his head into your suitcase, trying to find clues as to how it worked, but the detective was more than just stumped, he was simply baffled as to how something like it could even exist. "You weren't joking when you said you wanted to show me something beyond my imagination. I've seen Onis with horns fight beetles and gods who can make the air actually buzz with emotion, but I don't think I've ever seen anything that has come close to the mystery behind this. Do you think you could live in it?"

"I suppose you could, but I'm not exactly sure. You could be the test subject if you'd like." You winked at him teasingly and he smiled up at you, almost like he was actually considering it for moment, "I think I prefer the scenery in the outside world, but we could always take a romantic vacation together inside the suitcase~" Your cheeks turned a scarlett red as he giggled at you quietly, if you teased him, it was only fair he teased back.

𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao kneeled down, softly scratching the underside of a mora weasels chin, unbothered by the fact the animal had just run out of your suitcase along side a fairly massive boar. You actually seemed more surprised by his reaction than he did of your suitcase, "So what do you think hmm?"

"I think,...it reminds of the teapots us adepti sometimes use. They appear normal on the outside, but on the inside it's a island specifically designed with our comfort in mind, I've never seen a suitcase version before though.." His eyes met yours and your heart skipped a beat, you responded without even thinking and it flustered you to no end, "Do you have a teapot? May I see it if you do?"

"...I...don't have one, maybe, one day...we can make one together?"

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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[forlix]

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・767 / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・felix x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀・fluff, established relationship, they're in love your honor, pt. 2 of me being very normal about paris lix

𝟬𝟮:𝟮𝟭 — The stars hang over your heads like rice wine dripping into a navy basin. Paris sprawls over your shoulders like a stretching sphinx. Yet the world, in all its rare, tranquil beauty, does not exist.

Nothing exists except for you. You, with your hood pulled over your head and the drawstrings tightened so the fabric scrunches around your wind-bitten cheeks. You, with a few strands of hair escaping from the cotton ring, catching on your eyelashes as they flutter, slipping between your lips as you speak. You, you, you.

Sometimes, Felix experiences something strange. It happened when you walked into the kitchen with puffy eyes and terrible posture, a spot of toothpaste on your chin. It happened at the sight of the warm smile you gave the barista as you ordered at your favorite cafe. It happened when he found you faceplanted into your keyboard at 3 A.M., the last fifteen pages of your research paper comprising nothing but the letter ‘g.’

And it happens now, as you recount the embarrassing situation you found yourself in that afternoon, sporting a smile that splits your face into two. Not down the middle, but slightly off to the side, the way it does when you’re really laughing.

Cue the telltale signs: an explosive blossoming in his chest, a mounting tightness in his throat, a feeling like he’s been ripped out of his body and, from a distance, finally recognizes himself for what he is.

A mortal man tasked to contain the galaxy that is his love, every sun and moon, every asteroid, every scrap of space debris belonging to you.

How he hasn’t yet burst at the seams is beyond him.

“I complimented the cab driver’s ass,” you say.

He blinks at you. “What?”

“I was trying to—”

You’re overcome by a breathless giggle, your interlocked hands swinging between your bodies.

“I was trying to thank him. Merci beaucoup, right? And then he looks at me like I’m crazy and drives away, and then it hits me.”

“Oh.” Felix says, and he, too, starts to smile, his mirth melting his face like a spreading flame. “Oh, no.”

“Merci beau cul,” you sigh. “I told him merci beau cul.”

“You didn’t.”

“I did.”

“A Freudian slip?”

“No wa—”

Your expression goes suddenly contemplative.

“Maybe, actually.”

His bark of laughter echoes around the empty grounds, accompanied with your insistence of you should’ve seen that thing, babe. He takes your word for it.

Your jetlagged adventure reaches climax some ten minutes later. You let go of Felix’s hand to run the rest of the distance, heels kicking up puffs of dust. The land silhouette sinks away, replaced by golden speckles that trickle into his field of vision until they’re all he can see.

At the hill’s pinnacle, you stand in silence. The strands of hair floating around you prior now thrash in the wintry winds, and you’ve swapped your wild grin for a stupefied gape. Your eyes glisten like mirror lakes, the city before you reflected in the pools of your pupils, cordoned within the shores of their lids.

There it is again. That familiar feeling of being torn away, of being crushed by the tonnage of his amour. He opens his mouth because he needs to, because he’ll burst at the seams if he doesn’t, just barely keeping the tremble in his voice at bay. 

“Can I take a picture of you?”

You look at him, confused.

“Only me?” He nods, and you hesitate. “Why?”

“Just trust me.”

And you do, with everything in you.

You turn your back to the nightscape. He positions himself a few feet away and slots his eye against the viewfinder. The lighting does you no favors with how it plunges you into shadow; you do Paris no favors with the radiance of your smile. Click.

Soonafter, you drift back to his side, plant a soft kiss to his cheek. He gazes at the live preview without a word, clutching his camera as tightly as if it's a piece of a shooting star.

Gently, you dust a finger beneath his chin. He lifts his eyes to meet yours, discovers your face meager centimeters away.

You will never know what you do to Felix, not to the fullest extent. But there are times, he thinks, when you have your suspicions, and this is one of them.

“You okay?” You whisper, your hand lifting to the curve of his cheek, and he slides his own around your wrist, the plush of his thumb nestling over your pulse. 

“Yes,” he whispers back, an understatement of prodigious proportions.

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[noellefan101]

Nick-Names - Genshin

Characters: Xiao, Scaramouche, Venti, Lyney, Albedo, Kaveh, Thoma, Diluc, Childe, Heizou, Kazuha x GN reader

Warnings: a lot of cheesy and weird nicknames, if you dont like some for a specific char you're welcome to send me your ideas, could be modern au, established relationship

(you can clearly see that i prob put in an OC, so im so sry, but some i just also really head-canon as the "would rather date a loving person than be loving" if you get what i mean)

Summary: both of your pet names for each other, some silly some sweet

Note: you can really tell where i had no ideas for nicknames. and ik i use both 'pet names' and 'nicknames' but im just kinda stupid and didnt care to change stuff when i was already done with it. also i may just have a problem but why does princess sound 10x better than prince, no matter your gender, anyway love youuuu

Xiao

He will always say what is on his mind, and he did the same thing when you brought up using pet names. he wasn't very fond of the idea, and sometimes he still isn't(depending on the situation). but he has gotten used to it more over time, like when you burst open his door and to talk to him while using the most absurd nicknames he´s ever heard of.

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Pet names for you: lovely, qinxing, [shorter version of your name](sry people with short names, i fell ya)

Pet names for him: babe, baby, cutie, dove, birdy, my alatus

Scaramouche

Will never admit he likes being called weird things by you, EVER. if he did then he was drunk and he was totally lying. and that counts with calling you stuff as well, he would rather die than admit he doesn't just call you that bc you wanted him to.

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Pet names for you: idiot, princess/prince, dear

Pet names for him: smoochi, love

Venti

He was probably the one who suggested the idea at first, like two days/weeks (seconds) into your relationship. i also think he already had at least one nickname for you when you were "just friends", in the crushing phase, and has some for all his other friends as well(prob also his teachers if school au, lul).

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Pet names for you: windblume, cecilia, [insert the cheesiest thing you can think of], my love

Pet names for him: venni, my dear, sweetheart, my bard

Lyney

He would be over the moon if you gave him a nickname, and would instantly be looking like a tomato too. would increase its usage by tenfolds if you said you liked one of his nicknames. you cannot stop him even if you somehow got 'Father' involved.

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Pet names for you: babe, mon trésor, mon amour, beautiful

Pet names for him: sweetie, amour, lyn

Albedo

He didn't really see a use for it at first, finding it kind of useless. but sooner or later realized how happy you looked when he had somehow slipped up and called you 'love' when he needed your assistance. and later just didn't bother to stop.

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Pet names for you: love, my cecelia, my dear

Pet names for him: 'bedo, lovely, (my) genius

Kaveh

He LOVES nick-names, probably made one for everyone in the friend group(yk alhaitham, tighnari n cyno), and would be delighted to make some up for you.

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Pet names for you: beloved, lovely

Pet names for him: baby,

Thoma

He really wanted to try using them, yes he calls Ayato and Ayaka my lord and my lady, but its just not the same as calling your lover something sweet. and good luck if you don't like it, he's keeping those names forever.

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Pet names for you: babe, sweetheart, baby, sleepyhead, lovely

Pet names for him: babe, love

Diluc

He honestly wasn't a fan at first, he hated it even. but of course, you being you, insisted on using names for him, and encouraged him to at least try to use some for you. so he kinda got into routine with it.

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Pet names for you: my love, my dear

Pet names for him: dear, red head, love, my hero

Childe

Of course, he would use nick-names and such, he uses nick-names for the traveler and paimon, so of course he would be using such with you. honestly how could he not, especially when you're looking all cute cuddled up in his hoodie.

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Pet names for you: my love, beloved, cupcake

Pet names for him: ginger, ma strong man(only for teasing purposes), hubby

Heizou

He'll almost never call you by your actual name, he didnt even when you two were just friends, only in the most serious of times would he do that. so it was no surprise that when you actually started dating, they could only become sweeter and cheesier as time goes by.

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Pet names for you: princess/prince, baby, beautiful, (my) sunshine

Pet names for him: hei, zou-zou, babe

Kazuha

He loves it bc no matter what you call him he'll be happy. and he makes sure you have "some" as well, and i guess he just can't stop coming up with more, and they're always more cheesy than the last. you don't know how he does it, but maybe its just his poetry skills coming through.

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Pet names for you: dove, (my) love, sweetheart, sweetie, my dear

Pet names for him: kazu, dear

thank u for reading whatever this thing is(totally not a filler bc i habe been working on that streamer au for too long), luv ya-Masterlist

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[fishsticksloser]

Hi! Just wanted to say I love you fics! I tried to find on your page whether or not your requests are open or not but if they aren't just delete this and sorry. This is my first time requesting anything and I'm not sure if I'm doing it right tbh. but I was wondering if you could do a rise Leo x reader where Leo flirts with them with cheesy puck up lines but reader flirts back by teasing and Leo does not get that's what's going on. Eventually reader stars calling him "mon cheri"(my love in French, I think, I do not know French) and she tells him it means dumb. Leo doesn't know so he just goes along with it until they go to run of the mill and she calls him that and Hueso is just like, "how did you get a partner??" And Leo is like "what?? It means stupid" then hueso says something along the lines of "Pepino, I may not know much French, and you may be dumb, but that's not what that means."

Gender neutral or female pronouns please.

Sorry again if your requests aren't open and if this is to specific🫠

Mon Cheri

Leo x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, Leo is kinda dumb, cheesy pick up lines, French

A/N: Mon cheri actually means 'my darling', my love in French is 'mon amour'. This is all over the place, sorry ://

It started as harmless flirting.

"Are you made of stardust? Because you’re out of this world!"

But as time went on... Leo started developing a bigger and bigger crush on you.

"Is your smile made of sunshine? Because it brightens up my day."

You would giggle and blush a little, which only made him try harder. He wanted to impress you, wanted to hear you laugh more.

"Do you believe in fairy tales? Because our love story is going to be legendary."

Of course, his brothers did nothing to help him. They didn't encourage him or anything.

Why? Well... They thought that you two had already discussed it and we're together. After all, it's like Leo couldn't stop holding your hand or having some part of himself touching some part of you.

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

"Mon cheri, can you help me with something?" You ask Leo. His brothers perk up, this was the first time you'd ever used a pet name for Leo. Leo laughs, standing up to help you with whatever you needed.

"What does that mean?" He asks, linking his arm with yours.

"Dumb." You reply, which makes Leo laugh a bit more.

"I can live with that."

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

Mon cheri meant dumb.

Mon amour meant idiot.

The list went on.

No one corrected your or Leo. Raph, April, and Mikey thought Leo knew the truth and it was just a joke. Donnie, on the other hand, knew that Leo had access to the Internet and could easily look it up. Just because he didn't, it wasn't Donnie's responsibility.

Leo didn't even know, didn't care if you were actually calling him dumb and an idiot. He likes that you had little nicknames for him.

The pick up lines certainly didn't stop either. He flirted with you every chance he got cause... You weren't his yet.

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

Leo took you to Run of the Mill for some pizza, wanting to spend more time with you. Hueso of course had to come over and overhear you call Leo 'mon cher' which piqued his intrest.

"Pepino, I had no idea you were in a relationship." Hueso grins, motioning to you as you sit across from Leo.

"Y/N?" Leo questions, looking at Heuso with the most dumbfounded look he could muster.

"Yes. They called you mon cheri." The skeleton nods, questioning how the turtle managed to make it so far in life.

"It means dumb." Leo replies, still not understanding what Hueso was saying. Heuso scoffs, shaking his head.

"I may not be fluent in French, Pepino, but I believe that means my darling." Heuso chuckles and walks away as Leo turns to look at you, his mouth held open.

"I trusted you!" He whispers angrily, well... Not angry, more in disbelif. "I though you were teaching me French!"

"You're the one who just blindly believed me! You have access to the internet and a brother who is fluent in many languages including French!" You point out, Leo drags your chair to him. Surely Leo wouldn't suddenly turn on you and smite you in front of everyone... Would he?

Soon your chair is right in front of his, your legs between his. "What is dumb in French?" Leo asks suddenly, his hands on your chair so you can't move.

"Slang? Bête..." You respond immediately, Leo nods, seeming to take in that information.

"Good... I guess you should just call me that now."

"Why?"

"Because I was dumb, thinking this was all one sided, not even thinking to actually fact check." Leo doesn't wait another moment, leaning forward to kiss you so softly. He pulls away, his tail thumping against the chair. "Think I kind of deserve that title."

#{fish answers•°} #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise leo #rottmnt x reader #rise x reader #rise of the turtles #rise movie #rise leonardo #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leonardo #leonardo hamato #leo tmnt #leonardo #leonardo teenage mutant ninja turtles #leo x y/n #leo x you #leo x reader #leonardo x you #leonardo x reader #leo hamato #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #unpause rise of the tmnt

[trendywaifus]

Hmm can I ask for making them Jealous and then pinning you to the wall? Chlorinde, And Miko? NSFW if it’s fine??

if it’s alr with you, ill make it gn! i didn’t know if you wanted fem or gn! reader. nsfw’s fine but i had a major brain fart so I kept it sfw, sorry lovely😞

“ what do you possibly gain from involving yourself with the new traveler? “ a hardened familiar voice husks in your ear after a hand swiftly pulls you into an empty street. back pressed against the wall, you found yourself staring into clorinde’s narrowed purple eyes. you blinked several times at her question in confusion, “ what do you mean possibly gain and involving yourself? what’s with the suspicion? i was simply trying to be friends with them—wait, were you following me, clorinde? “

before this, you and the traveler explored around the popular parts of fontaine to introduce them to great shops and sight–seeing areas. you were unaware of your lover following closely behind, blending into the crowds and weaving through them. she places her gloved hand next to the side of your head, the other rests under your chin. “ oui, i wish to keep an eye on the traveler and i was surprised that you also were accompanying them. that. .not only strengthened my resolve to follow behind but to also make sure you were safe. “ clorinde confessed.

you chuckled, “ navia was right, you do have a stalking problem. “

she sighs deeply, flickering her gaze down to the ground before back at you, slightly embarrassed. “ please do not say such things, mon amour. you’re making it sound like i am strange, but. .i am sorry for following you without your consent. “

“ you should apologize to the traveler as well, gorgeous. “

clicking her tongue, she draws closer to your face, you wind your arms around her waist. “ i am only apologizing to you and that is all. “ clorinde’s soft lips brush along your jaw, a shiver runs down your spine.

“ dearest, come here. “

her request sounded more like a demand as she beckons you over with a finger. confused, you reluctantly complied, walking over to her by the narukami tree. yae’s eyes looks you up and down in with disapproval. “ i heard from little birdies you were acquainting yourself with that divine priestess earlier today, no? “ she queried, crossing her arms. noticing the subtle tension in your youkai’s voice, you swallowed thickly.

“ miko, i— “

“ address me as guuji yae before you speak, little one. “

you sighed exasperatedly, missing the mischievous glint in her eyes. “ guuji yae, kokomi was simply visiting for a formal meeting with the shogunate, i managed to catch her around the town area prior and wanted to chat with her. “ you explained. she hums thoughtfully, unfolding one of her arms to caress your cheek idly. it made you nervous that you couldn’t tell what yae was thinking, but you felt the atmosphere thicken when you mentioned kokomi. those two did share some sort of weird rivalry with each other.

“ chat, huh? care to share anything interesting you two were chatting about? “

“ w-well, it wasn’t really much, just books and general things involving daily life and duties. we were catching up. “ you laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck. yae quirks a brow, her gaze narrows. “ goodness, catching up? dearest, i was unaware you were already acquaintances with that girl. why didn’t you tell me about this sooner? “ was that hurt in her voice? disbelief? it couldn’t be that she was. .

“ mik–guuji yae. .are you jealous? “

before you can react, your body was pinned against the divine tree. it felt pleasantly warm against your back. yae’s hot breath fans against the side of your cheek, her hand encircles around your neck firmly. “ to ask me such a question like that is most baffling, wouldn’t you say, little one? “ she chuckles dryly, softly squeezing your neck before continuing, “ but i should say, it irks me at the thought of you and miss ‘sole of the deep’ meeting behind my back. next time i see her, we will have many things to discuss, hm? perhaps i’ll even have you tag along as well. “

#clorinde x reader #clorinde #yae miko x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin women x reader #genshin women

[arewelonely]

wait for me

cw: depression symptoms (including difficulty eating)

part nine

––

The boys must have noticed Hermione’s expression, for they took one look at each other and leaned back in their seats and began listing off what they got and ate for Christmas. Ginny rested her head on Hermione’s shoulder and found her hand, squeezing gently. Hermione saw Harry watch this motion and she breathed out. Her friends were back. She could get lost in them.

“Alright, Hermione?” Ron asked some time later, after the snack trolley had strolled by and Hermione was feeding herself a chocolate frog like Professor Lupin had all those years ago.

She pressed a smile to her face. “Just…” she glanced over at Harry. There was no need to lie. “Do you ever wish we could just be teenagers? I just want to be a teenager this year.”

Harry crossed his arms. “Without magic?”

“Without magic.”

“Yeah… I get that sometimes.” He glanced down. “Just, if I was, I’d still be with the Dursleys. You know.” He glanced from Ginny to Ron and settled his gaze on Hermione. “I’d take all this shit for family.”

“You’re a softie,” Ron mumbled, nudging Harry gently in the side.

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Or I’m avoiding shit humans.”

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder.

“I wouldn’t know you if we weren’t wizards,” Ginny said, tilting her head up slightly to peer at Hermione out of the corner of her eye.

Hermione breathed in. “Yes, that’s true.”

But, she wouldn’t know any better. She would have other friends. She could fall in love without regard to life or death—or, she would have only one world’s rules for survival to navigate through, instead of two.

“Why’d you ask?” Ron raised his eyebrows. “Christmas go okay?”

“Yeah,” Hermione shook her head, “yes, it was lovely.” Her parents had loved to have her home, and they had been concerned when she couldn’t mask her emotions well enough. There had been too much and not enough room to contain it all inside her body. “I just wished I didn’t have to return here the whole time.”

She avoided their eyes.

“Not that I don’t want to be here—I do,” she insisted, “there’s no way in hell I’d not come back to school and learn, and… prepare to fight, but—”

“No one else is going through this,” Ginny said.

Hermione smiled faintly. She no longer knew whether she had feelings or just the absence of peace in her body. “Yes. And I just… want to be a teenager. I want to study and prepare for uni or apprenticeships—” she tried to ignore Harry and Ron’s smiles to force herself to get out what came next—“and I want to fall in stupid love.”

“Oh?” Ron leaned back, crossing his legs. “Do tell.”

She let a fond smile spread over her face. “Nothing to tell,” she lied, and wished she was back in the library already. “I mean, you must feel this—”

The atmosphere in the car changed instantly and the distance between Ginny and Harry became palpable—

“Like,” Hermione clarified, turning to Ron, “Hogsmeade with Katie is different than it would’ve been in the past, no?”

Ron shook his head. “Don’t want to discuss in front of the kid.”

Ginny took her head off Hermione’s shoulder at last. “Not a kid!”

“Lies.”

“Bullshit.”

Harry bit his lip.

“Utter bollocks,” Ginny continued. Hermione watched her watch Harry’s face—his smothered grin grew larger with each curse Ginny uttered.

“But you get what I mean,” Hermione interrupted, waving at Ron.

He nodded. “It’s different now that we’re on the lookout for people to give her cursed gifts again. It’s less relaxed than it might have been. Yeah, I get what you mean.”

—

They got what she meant, and the sunshine lacked warmth when it touched her skin, and she felt nothing in her chest when she laughed, and food was just a vehicle for survival as her ancestors had done for hundreds of years. Professor McGonagall noticed her attention wane and Professor Slughorn’s classes required endless energy from deep within, and she wasn’t sure there was much else she could learn from Professor Snape that could actually help her in the war to come.

Ginny sat next to her a bit more in the first weeks back, throwing her feet on the armrest of Hermione’s chair in the common room. Harry and Ron made sure to pass her food at mealtimes. Neville and Luna were lovely as always, and it was her second to last year at Hogwarts but Hermione couldn’t get herself to engage with those around her as she would have liked.

—

Theo either had an insanely high opinion of himself or a ridiculously low awareness of the danger all around them: Draco saw him and Blaise interacting more and more publicly as the first weeks of their spring term went on. Not just the shoving that they had all done when young, but an arm slung around the shoulders that lasted longer than it might usually, or Blaise’s finger looping into Theo’s belt hook on weekends when Theo made to leave the couch. Theo pressing a hand to Blaise’s back when walking behind him, sliding closer than necessary.

Draco felt uncomfortable noticing this all—it was too much, too stupid, he and Theo had just spent two weeks watching a pasty being drip threats out of his mouth. Draco didn’t want to notice these interactions—sure, it was great that both Blaise and Theo felt comfortable being so public about this, but if they were so public, others would notice. Voldemort could hear about it. Voldemort could use Blaise to make Theo do something.

This was the line of power, and Draco was fuming that Theo so blatantly ignored it.

Granger still went to the library at night, but she spent more time than she used to with her head in her hands, or crouched on the dark floor with creams around her, rebraiding her hair. Draco wondered what she might say if he stepped forward, got closer than three bookshelves away, and sat cross-legged himself, passing her the creams when she asked for them.

“Forget it,” she had said, before holiday. Something said in frustration, about the situation or the two of them? Draco was overthinking these two words.

But he had followed her instructions all throughout break and kept her safe to the best of his abilities. It hurt his stomach to watch her reading a book and imagining that one day she just might… not. He had done his part to ensure her continuation, erasing her from his mind each night before sleep, concentrating actively on the conversation and logistics and banishing all emotion at the dining table.

Draco was back to frequenting the Room of Requirement—he had a plan now, a more intact way to repair that bloody cabinet, spelled out to him by Snape while Voldemort listened as if it was yet another homework task and Voldemort was his proud father, awaiting to see what his son would do.

Draco hated his mother’s blank stare.

He wasn’t sure if he was more terrified of Azkaban or of the remnants of his father he might find if he were sent there.

He walked silently out of the library, night after night, leaving Granger to sigh to herself and the portraits on the walls to chastise him for waking them up.

—

Hermione bent her head to rest on Ron’s shoulder. “Frankly, I feel like this is just a poorly-timed assignment.”

“Frankly, Hermione,” Harry nudged her in the side, “I could not be more excited.”

“Frankly, Harry, that’s just because you have that stupid textbook,” Ron groaned. “I’ll probably end up casting this love potion on myself.”

“Well, you better not spill it on anyone else,” Hermione said. “Honestly, it’s quite unethical of Professor Slughorn to have us actually make it, anyway—”

“Shush,” Ron hissed, and Hermione snapped her head up as Professor Slughorn swept into the room.

“Happy early Valentine’s Day! Do I sense love in the air?” he asked, beaming at them all. He raised his eyebrows when no one answered (Ron failed at holding in a snort) and said, “I anticipate I will soon. I’m sure you have already taken a look at our potion for today,” he fluttered his hand over in the direction of the blackboard, where ‘Amortentia’ was written in flourishing script, “and I am eager to see what you all come up with. Who can tell me how we will know if you have successfully made this potion?”

Hermione raised her hand.

“Yes, Ms. Granger.”

“It will give off the perfume of what we most love. What traits we find most attractive.”

“Precisely,” Professor Slughorn nodded his head. “Ten points to Gryffindor. And, Ms. Granger, have you had the pleasure of smelling Amortentia before?”

Hermione shook her head. “No, as it is actually quite illegal to make in a nonacademic setting. It can have drastic effects on whoever ingests it. It must be brewed with care and bottled completely.”

“Another ten to Gryffindor.” Hermione heard snickering from the Slytherin side of the room, along with mutterings including her name. She felt Harry and Ron stir beside her. “Well done, Ms. Granger, and thank you for including the more, er, complicated effects of brewing this potion. As I have brewed this potion before, many times in my training, I know exactly what I should smell if you make it correctly. So, off you all go, and call me over when you’re ready for me to test your creation!”

The room rippled into a bustle of movement as students rushed to the pantry and tables to gather their supplies. Fires crackled beneath cauldrons and students murmured to each other—“what are you going to smell?” “am I doing this correctly?” “how much pearl dust again?”.

Hermione scooped out the pearl dust (three spoonfulls-worth) and leveled it off with a knife. It shimmered as she added it to the bottom of her cauldron, and began to crackle from the heat. She mixed the standard potion oil and peppermint extract together in a small bowl, then swooshed it inside the cauldron. She began to stir the potion, realizing momentarily that her spells were primarily nonverbal at this point (Harry, despite that stupid cheating book, was still murmuring his incantations aloud).

Hermione glanced over and frowned at the purple sheen of his potion. Ron’s was a bit more salmon colored, and Hermione’s fell somewhere in between: a pale sparkling pink. Frustration simmered as she saw Harry stirring counterclockwise, despite the instructions saying to stir clockwise—this was ridiculous.

“I think…” Ron frowned into his cauldron and gave an exaggerated sniff.

Hermione stifled a laugh. “Yes, what do you smell?”

Ron sniffed again.

“I feel like I’m getting rain on grass…” Harry said.

“Romantic,” Ron said. “I’m smelling… I don’t know, sweat?”

Hermione shot him a glance. “Sweat?”

She was getting the faintest whiff of smoke, and she peered under her cauldron to make sure the flames were at the right level.

Ron squinted. “Yeah, like… Quidditch outside last summer?”

Harry looked over. “Yeah, I think that’s similar to what I smell. Except, here, at Hogwarts…” he blinked, and quickly turned back to stirring.

“Or our mince pies?” Ron leaned over and looked in Hermione’s cauldron. “Or maybe mine’s rotten, yours looks like a much better color.”

Harry bent over to smell in Ron’s—“nah, I’m still getting, uh, yeah, actually the cleaning powder you all use—”

“Ooh, have something to tell me?” Ron grinned. He flashed Hermione a grin and then blinked at her raised eyebrows. “Oh, well—” he turned back to Harry. “Well, yeah. Makes sense.” He turned right around again. “Hermione?”

Hermione snorted. “You’re gonna have to get comfortable with it eventually,” she said, continuing to stir her potion and waiting stupidly for the color to match Harry’s. She didn’t want to smell her potion until it was complete: both uncertainty at what she was going to smell and frank concern for the toxicity of this potion with the smoky smell it still gave off.

“I’m—” Ron turned to Harry, “it’s just weird, my best friend—one of them—” he looked to Hermione briefly, “and my sister? Just… what a trope.”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “At least something in my life’s a cliche.”

“Yeah, honestly. Too many weird things otherwise. At least this is normal weird.”

Harry exhaled. “Yep. So. Hermione?”

“Ugh, fine,” she said, putting down her wand at last.

She leaned over the cauldron and inhaled.

“I’m still getting a smokey smell,” she mumbled, but inhaled again.

Yes, smoke. Like the candles she lit late at night, the bonfires her family roasted s’mores over, and the crackling of the Gryffindor common room fireplace.

Parchment, old, like the books she leafed through in the library in the early hours of the morning. Drying ink.

Her mum’s laundry detergent. Similarly to Harry, the Weasley’s cleaning powder. And the soft scent that was Draco’s cologne or cleaning powder or just his smell when they passed each other in the halls. When they sat next to each other in the library.

“Ayo, spill,” Ron said.

“Parchment,” Hermione grinned at him. “Books, candles. I’m getting your family’s cleaning powder, too. And my mum’s.”

Ron groaned, and Harry snickered.

“What?”

“I was hoping you fancied someone!” Ron threw up his hands. “I want more excitement in our lives.”

“Do you smell anyone—or, well, that sounds weird—” Harry frowned at Ron. “But, do you?”

He shook his head. “Nah. I mean, well,” he blushed, “Katie and I play Quidditch together, but nothing… distinctly her?” He exhaled sharply and turned to Harry. “You’ve got Ginny, but I guess Hermione and I are mostly single and thriving.” He swung an arm around Hermione’s shoulders.

“Yes,” she said, “with your sweaty smell and all.”

“Oi!”

“But anyway,” Hermione brushed his arm off and picked up the bottle she would put her potion in, “I did smell cologne.”

“Oh?”

“Did you recognize it?” Harry asked.

“Faintly,” Hermione said. “Not sure where it’s from, though.”

Harry and Ron both oohed and Hermione bit her lip against a smile as she siphoned the potion into the container. She corked it and glanced over in the Slytherin direction. Nerves ran around her stomach as she found Draco’s head bent over his potion.

He was too pale recently, like he never saw sun or never slept or rarely ate, so it was startling to see red blotched on the back of his neck. He turned slightly and Hermione saw his nose was tinged with red as well. Was he ill?

Draco lifted a hand to brush at his eyes. He wiped the hand on his pants.

No, he was crying.

—

Pansy’s voice was a purr and Draco let himself get swept up in it.

“You tell me first,” he tossed her a smirk. He forced himself to take a bite of steak if only to have something else to prolong his response—

“Not fair,” she raised her eyebrow. Her earrings and the jewelry in her hair jingled as she angled her head. “I asked you first.”

Draco sighed, exaggeratedly, like he might have last year, or the year before, and he could almost pretend he and Pansy were going to patrol the halls together later, throwing jokes back and forth and wondering if either of them cared enough to make the first move.

“I smelled Butterbeer,” he lied, just to make her laugh. And she did, and Blaise threw him a look from next to her and Draco frowned back.

“Okay, you’re not going to tell me,” Pansy said.

“How do you know that isn’t the truth?”

“Because maybe third-year Draco would have smelled Butterbeer, all giddy with going to Hogsmeade for the first time,” she grinned at him, “but sixth-year Draco has more important things on his mind.”

She ripped a chunk off a dinner roll with her teeth and Draco raised his eyebrows. “Do I? Do tell.”

“You’ve been alluding to them all year.”

Draco leaned in, narrowing an eye. “And I love whatever these things are?”

“You must love at least some part of them, if you’re willing to do it.”

Well, Merlin. Pansy wasn’t an idiot. Draco squinted at her, then shoved another piece of steak in his mouth. “And what did you smell in the Amortentia?”

“My partner’s shampoo.”

Draco cocked his head. Pansy winked at him.

“You—you’re dating—?”

“Ah, yes,” Theo landed his arm harshly around Draco’s shoulders. “I was wondering when this might come up.”

Pansy rolled her eyes and buttered her bread. Draco clenched his jaw and thought Stupefy intensely in Theo’s direction—

“FUCKER!”

Draco bit his lip against a smile as Theo jolted back. He ducked and dodged Theo’s retaliatory blows, pointing to his seat on the bench:

“Sit.”

“I’m not a dog, you moronic—”

“Theo,” Pansy waved her hand, “if you want to listen in on our conversation, then sit down. Otherwise, I’m going to jinx you because you’re about to spill my juice.”

Theo glared.

He sat down and the table stopped shaking with his excited movements. Pansy’s juice settled in its glass. Draco gave her an appraising look; she nodded in return.

“Fine, I just want to see Malfoy-boy be an idiot again.”

Draco pursed his lips.

“So, yes, I am in a relationship.” Pansy sipped her juice.

Draco raised his eyebrows.

“Are you going to tell him who it is?” Theo leaned forward. He raised his eyebrows at Draco and grinned. “It’s really good. You’d never guess. Wait—” he nudged into Draco’s side, “try to guess.”

“No, I’m good.” Draco took a drink of water.

Pansy rolled her eyes. “It’s Luna.”

Draco choked.

Theo whooped! and screamed across the table to Blaise—“I told you!”

Blaise looked far too concerned about if Draco was reacting negatively, and Pansy merely crossed her arms.

“The world is a bit tumultuous,” Pansy continued, as if she had said this many times before, and Theo nodded seriously, like he’d already heard this explanation, “and hooking up is fun.”

Draco cleared his throat of the water. This was deeply odd. “And how exactly did you end up hooking up with…”

“Luna,” Pansy filled in the blank. “It just happened.”

“She won’t tell me the details either,” Theo said mournfully. “I’ve started coming up with stories. My favorite is that Loony—”

“Luna, Theo.”

“—and Pansy were in the bathroom—”

“I keep telling you that’s disgusting—”

“—and had a steamy makeout session on top of one of the sinks or something. And don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, Parkinson.”

Pansy made a disgusted face and turned back to Draco.

“Well,” he said. “So you and she—”

“They,” Pansy corrected.

Draco blinked. Alright, then. “You’re together?”

Pansy snorted. “Yes. You’ve gotten slow.”

“Hasn’t he?” Theo sighed.

And Theo and Blaise were together.

Pansy squinted at him. “And it’s casual, because who knows what’s going to happen next year, but for now? We’re having a good time.”

Draco swallowed. “Well, that’s great. For you. And them.”

Pansy took another sip. “I mean, they’re pureblooded, so at least they’ve got that going for ‘em—”

Theo scoffed. “Loony’s pureblooded like the Weasel is.”

This, of course, meant neither of them were truly pureblooded at all, and Draco snorted. He had about thirty minutes before it was time to patrol.

Pansy shrugged. “My parents are still… I don’t even know what side they’re on. It might not end up being that awful.”

Draco looked up at her sharply. “I wouldn’t…” he shook his head. “I would not say that if I were you. You don’t know who could hear it.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Malfoy, the two most connected people at this—”

Silencio!

Nott’s voice broke and he moved his mouth and hands agitatedly.

“T-Theo!” Pansy spluttered. Her eyes widened and she leaned forward. “Draco!”

Draco stood up, slowly, and breathed out. Nobody could know for a fact that he was… that on his arm lay…

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, pulling his wand out of his robes to rest on Theo’s collarbone. “Shut. Up.”

He turned and promptly strode out of the Great Hall, performing the counterspell nonverbally once he exited the room.

—

Draco didn’t quite relish the idea of meeting up with Granger where they had last argued, but he even more so didn’t want her wandering the halls alone, looking for him longer than necessary.

But, he realized, Granger might not even want to meet up with him. In all likelihood, she would patrol on her own. She hadn’t sought him out these past three weeks: it was very likely that she was all done with whatever they had been. Draco headed towards the library, walking toe-heel as he had done at home to give off the quietest sound on the old floors.

But the hallways were silent irregardless of his careful movements and although his stomach jumped with anticipation at seeing Granger’s curls and her knowing eyes, he knew that this anxiety was a million times preferable to what he had felt walking around the halls of his own home.

The portraits’ grumbling was comforting, and he felt his mouth twitch in a smile as he flipped them off in passing. He would never have been able to get away with that action at home.

“He’s a pureblood,” one of them grumbled, “you’d think he’d show me a little more respect—”

And Draco felt a laugh burst out of his throat as he turned and stuck both hands’ middle fingers in the air. Yes, his fists returned to his pockets quickly, and he did scan the portraits to confirm that none of them also hung in his Manor, but these were all Hogwarts portraits, merely swearing in return, and it was the most tentative sense of freedom..

He fiddled with his wand in between his fingers and floated some sparks in the air just to prove he could, made a littered piece of parchment levitate in the air and soar alongside him.

This was better, really. His magic was his, not Bella’s, not Narcissa’s, not Lucius’ from so far away, and not Voldemort’s, a stunning lack of emotion on his face while he spoke and knocked aside their lives like fucking pawns in chess.

Draco stopped in front of the large, wooden library doors and leaned against the wall right under one of the lit sconces. He felt the sturdiness of the wall against his back and bent his knees, sliding down awkwardly until he sat on the floor with his legs in front of him. He had emulated this feeling when at the dining table, berated about his lack of progress—he had felt the spine of the chair against his own and had flattened his feet against the floor as Voldemort made Wormtail dance just to show he could.

“Oh, I take no pleasure in this display of your power,” Snape had shook his head when Voldemort had asked, gazing stoically at Wormy’s uncomfortable face. “It has been disappointing to see Draco’s lack of success this term.”

“Not academically, of course,” Voldemort had inclined his head.

“But not doing your most important work—” Bella had interjected.

And Draco had stared at Voldemort and vowed to do better this semester.

But he was back at Hogwarts, now, and he let the parchment glide on the air down to the floor. The Vanishing Cabinet was fixed, had been for a few weeks—he had just about figured it out last term, and once he found the book (or accepted the one that Snape wordlessly thrust into his arms before bed one night), the charm he had been looking for only took a few tries to master.

Nobody needed to know, though—with the end of the school year only a few months away, all Draco had to do was wait. Snape couldn’t let this last forever. He’d made the Vow. Something would be done before the end of the year, and Draco just had to wait it out as long as he could.

“Ready?” Granger called out, the word sharp against the quietness of the hallways.

Draco felt his stomach jolt. He looked to see her striding down the hallway toward him, arms crossed with her wand dangling out of one hand, locs swinging against her back. She didn’t make eye contact with him.

He frowned and fumbled to his feet. “Ready.”

Granger barely slowed for Draco to join her pace, but his legs easily caught up with her in a few steps. Their lit wands illuminated the hallway in front of them.

Neither of them spoke, and Draco’s gut twisted. He hadn’t expected this. He had expected conversation, some banter, maybe a smile—or for Granger to not show up at all. He didn’t know what to do with this in between.

“So—” he began, unknowing where he would end up, but not being able to stand the silence anymore—

“What’s your game plan?”

“My—”

Granger nodded sharply, staring straight ahead. “What are you doing?”

The snake began to awaken as if called.

“Patrolling with you,” he drawled, placing a practiced smirk on his face.

“Don’t be childish.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“Answer my fucking question.”

He felt a jolt in his stomach. “Wow,” clapping his hands together lazily, “another swear—”

“Draco—” Granger turned on him, her lit wand flying up in front of her.

Draco raised his eyebrows at it and raised his wand gently in response. “Interesting turn of events, Granger.”

She blinked down as if realizing what she held, then shook her head and lowered her arm. She set her jaw and met his eyes with a guarded gaze. “I take it the holiday didn’t go well.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed.

“Or it went extremely well, and you realized you just didn’t have enough time for your little Mudblood friend anymore.”

Granger.

Draco stepped forward. “Don’t—”

Granger smirked. “I’ll keep calling myself a ‘Mudblood’ just to see you flinch.”

What? Draco’s mouth fell open slightly.

She nodded. “So now that we’ve confirmed that Christmas went poorly, what is your plan for the semester?”

Draco ran a hand through his hair. “My plan?”

This conversation was going entirely too fast for him to keep up with. His throat was tense and Granger was standing too close.

“I don’t have it in me to keep doing this if you’re not fighting.”

Keep doing this. This.

He forced himself to meet her eyes. He didn’t know what she wanted him to say, but this was the only thing that kept him going.

His voice was low. “I fight every fucking second, Granger. Shut up about shit you don’t know about. Back away and continue patrolling.”

She stared at him, and his jaw tensed against the urge to kiss her, or push her away, or give into the snake and destroy her for good.

“Okay.”

She began walking, and Draco stared at her. He couldn’t read her mind.

“I had assumed I would find you inside the library,” Granger said, her voice carrying back to him.

Fucking witch, just carrying on as if nothing had happened. “Wanted to give you ample opportunity to almost hex me.”

She nodded slowly as he caught up with her, eyebrows contorted as if concerned. “Yes, and it wasn’t like you have had a full three weeks of opportunity to let me do that.”

Draco dug his nails into his palm, feeling his heart thump in his chest. “I was busy.”

“Busy.”

“Yes, Granger, busy.”

“Fighting?”

He shot her a glare. “Catching up on work. As you’ve so kindly pointed out, not all of us had time over the holiday to get ahead.”

Granger seemed to accept this, a bit of pity showing in her eyes and her soft grimace. Draco would have normally hated this and wanted absolutely nothing to do with her if she was consumed by pity. But, he wanted more to bend his head to her shoulder, close his eyes, and breathe in the smell of his Amortentia.

Except—

“Would you have almost hexed me if I had been in the library three weeks ago?” he blurted.

Granger slowed to a stop. “What do you mean?”

“I mean—” Draco crossed his arms and then held them stoically by his sides. “Did you have these questions for me then?”

She frowned. Her comfort with eye contact was astonishing, and Draco forced himself to hold it as the tension in his throat built.

“Or did the questions arise because we didn’t see each other for a few weeks?” Granger clarified.

Draco controlled his breathing. He hoped she couldn’t see that he was a blink away from a break. It had been a stupid question.

“Draco,” Granger said, softly. “Say it.”

His nose twitched, and he was half sneering at her, he couldn’t help it, and the amount that he cared about her answer was horrifying—

“Were you sad that I didn’t see you for three weeks?”

He felt like an imbecile when he did this, saying the word ‘sad’ either like it was an insult or just admitting that it really would be beneath her to feel this about him.

Granger was staring up at him with wide eyes and knit eyebrows. She bit her lip and hesitated, then made a small “oh” and took a tiny step forwards. “Can I…?”

Draco shut his eyes, jaw clenched as she brushed her fingertips on his cheeks. “What are you doing?”

“You’re crying,” she told him.

The world was somehow better when he shut his eyes. He didn’t have to analyze Granger’s expression and figure out why she wasn’t answering his question, he could just feel the overpowering awfulness of this year, and he could finally let his head lean forward and rest in the crook of her shoulder.

He scrunched his nose and his breathing paused until Granger made a noise and pushed him gently backwards. He stared at her face; she reached to open a door behind him and nudged him into the broom cupboard.

“Come here,” she whispered.

He felt weak and awful when he let his arms gently touch against her waist, and Granger pulled the door shut and properly put hers around his shoulders.

She hugged him, his eyes squeezed shut and his Amortentia all he could smell, and her shoulder wet from his fucking tears.

“I was sad,” she whispered. “Would have still asked you the questions, just maybe with less sass.”

He tightened his hug around her waist slightly. “Sass?” his voice choked and he cleared his throat. “Is that what you call it?”

Granger breathed out. She nudged her chin on his shoulder. “Irritation, maybe.”

“I irritate you?” he opened his eyes into the darkness behind Granger’s back.

She squeezed him gently. “Yes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not. It means you’re not acting differently for me.”

A laugh forced his way out of his chest. “I am intrinsically irritating?”

Draco heard the smile in her voice when she answered him. “Yes.”

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[bedoballoons]

Hii~ I have a reqq ❤️❤️

Soo basically the reader asks them a random dirty question, for example ‘would you eat me out in public for a million dollars?’ in an attempt to make them embarrassed however the turns are tabled and the character ends up making the reader blush and get all flustered instead?

Fem/gn reader and with kazuha, albedo, lyney, and xiao? Tyy I love all ur works aaaa ❤️❤️❤️

When I tell you this request has me screaming and kicking my feet in excitement, omg thank you and I hope you enjoy!!

(also you're so sweet, have a cookie 🍪)

─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤💕⊰─

{༻~Would you?~༺}

Genre: Suggestive! MDNI! NSFW!

CW: GN! Afab Reader, dirty talk, teasing and everything takes place in public!

(Includes: Lyney, Albedo, Kazuha and Xiao!)

𑁍༄Lyney:

"Hey, Lyney...would you eat me out in public for a million dollars?"

You smiled slyly at him, waiting for his face to blush at how risky your question was. I mean you were in public, people sat all around you delighting in their food and you'd just asked him something so flustering.

"Oh ho ho, Mon amour, I'd eat you out in public for nothing at all, I mean everyone else is digging into their favourite treats...why can't I~" He leaned his head in his hand, smirking at you with this teasing look in his bright eyes while your cheeks flushed..was he licking his lips too..

𑁍༄Albedo:

"Hmm Albedo, what would you do if I asked you to throw me on this table and ruthlessly fuck me in front of all these people?"

You giggled at him mischievously, looking around the crowded area and wondering what his response was going to be. Would he hide his face in embarrassment? Blush like a tomato? Would he get turned on and need to excuse himself? The possibilities were endless.

"Are you asking? Because I'm now one short answer from throwing you on the table my love~" He looked at you amused, his smile knowing and his fingers tapping against the soft skin of your hand as you suddenly felt flustered. Would...would he really..

𑁍༄Kazuha:

"Kazu, what do you think everyone would do if I pulled down your pants and started riding you like I needed it more then anything else?"

You looked at him innocently, acting like you hadn't just asked a question that left you needing to push your thighs together. It wasn't really that bad, just a thought you'd had and wanted to share, maybe it wouldn't make him flustered to no end like you'd planned...but you doubted it.

"I will be honest with you my dear, I don't really care what everyone else would do. If you needed me, I'd be happy to oblige, no matter who was watching, with you on me there's only one thing on my mind~" He looked at you with a soft smile and despite the dirty meaning in his words, he didn't change tone once...he really would only be focused on you and your body after all..

𑁍༄Xiao:

"Xiao...if I asked nicely, would you lay on the park bench while I rode your face and screamed your name?"

You batted your eyes at him, watching his reaction closely as people hurried past the two of you and pretended not to hear what you asked. It was a pretty crowded park and it was definitely not out of earshot...so you were hoping it would be enough to fluster the mighty Yaksha.

"Do you promise that I can fuck you on it after?~" He turned to face you, his tongue sliding across his teeth as smirked at you. Your breath caught at the sight and he chuckled, "Well do you, hurry and answer, cause I'm hungry as is~"

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

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[transmascaraa]

!valentine's day special!

they will make sure that this was the best valentine's day that you've ever had.

characters: lyney, gaming, wanderer, cyno, tighnari, wriothesley, neuvillette x gn!reader

author's note: happy valentine's day idc if you're single like me or not but happy valentine's day nonetheless. i think this is pretty cute and long and that you guys will like it<3

♡ Lyney

-he planned out the best date ever months ago. the place, the time, the date. everything.

-well, the whole thing was about his show. a show dedicated to you with a lot of hearts, rainbow roses and all with a special final trick.

-he told you to wear something nice for his "special valentine's show" the day before, so you did. a really good outfit. after the show, you'll be going to a romantic restaurant with him anyway.

-although... you looked good in anything in lyney's eyes. so, you went to his show, ready to just watch the whole thing. smiling brightly and blushing. but then lyney caught you off guard-

-he called you on stage! for his final trick!

-showing some magic trick where he proves that he can see how much someone is loved by how many rainbow roses come out of their "heart/chest".

-he started pulling them out, and out, and out...

-until something like confetti popped out of your chest! confetti of rainbow roses and a single note that he signaled you to open just after the show ended.

-then, he thanked everyone, and waited for them to leave.

-after they left, you opened the note with lyney next to you.

-"joyeuse saint valentin, mon amour<3"(google translate for "happy valentine's day, my love")

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๑ Gaming

-honestly, you never thought that gaming was this romantic.

-well, that he could be this romantic.

-the day before, he asked you if you had time tomorrow, at 9pm, to come to one of his dance shows.

-he asked you to wear something nice, of course.

-you thought that it was just a regular show, just with maybe some pink and red colors, because of valentine's day.

-so, when tomorrow night came, and you stood in the first row of the crowd, and waited patiently to see gaming on stage for tonight.

-before him, 2 of his friends performed together, just to get the crowd excited for the final dance.

-and finally, gaming got on stage.

-dancing flawlessly, amazing everyone around. those who saw him dance that night were probably so amazed that they threw screamed after the show.

-anyways, during that lovely dance, rose petals were falling from the sky, out of nowhere! (xianyun)

-and after he finished, and bowed down along with his friends, he threw a rose in the crowd, making it specifically land in your hands.

-there was a note on it.

-"happy valentine's day, [name]!"

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✧ Wanderer

-he was never a fan of valentine's day to begin with.

-he found it dumb, annoying, boring, and too lovey-dovey in his opinion. when he saw couples in public he would gag on purpose to show his disgust.

-so, even after he met you, for a while, he avoided anything romantic in public. simply said, he hated PDA.

-but this time, when valentine's day was near, he actually started thinking of something for you. to make that day special. to try and fit in with mortals who celebrated it.

-he told you to dress up in random outfits for him, saying that he was bored and his phone didn't have any battery left. (it was at 87%)

-you started dressing up in outfits, he was rating them one by one. hepretty tough with you getting any good rates, but after a few of them, he saw that outfit that he was waiting for.

-"wear that tomorrow." he didn't even say that it meant "11/10" in his words. so you wore it tomorrow.

-he wasn't home, instead, there was a note on the living room table.

-"go to that river that nahida and i were at when she was teaching me about aranaras."

-and you headed out immediately, in the outfit that he told you to wear.

-finally, you got there and saw him, waiting for you. with a bouquet of sumeru roses in his hands.

-"happy valentine's day..." he muttered while he hid his blushing face under his hat.

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✿ Cyno

-he was somebody who could not be seen as romantic at all. at least to others.

-he wouldn't show that much affection to you in public, but nobody knows why. not even tighnari.

-one day, the day before valentine's, he got back from a "mission", tired, and just collapsed onto bed next to you.

-you asked him if he was okay, and he nodded saying that he was tired.

-believe it or not, he was actually preparing something for you the whole day.

-tomorrow, he told you to come with him to the desert for the day. that he has something to show you.

-so, you got dressed and headed to the desert with him.

-chit-chatting until you got to a little shadowed place, with a heart shape in the sand.

-you sat down next to it, and cyno sat on the other side.

-he gave you a little bracelet in a box.

-it was purple with his name on it.

-"happy valentine's day."

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◍ Tighnari

-js like gaming, you never thought he could be this romantic

-he was always like a mom, taking care of you, scolding you if you messed something up, but definitely loved you a lot deep down.

-now, on such a day like valentine's, he promised himself not to scold you and just be affectionate.

-so, since he's basically collei's teacher, he asked cyno to take care of her for the day, while the dedication the day to you.

-he never was a big fan of the 14th of february, but he still played along with it. especially because it was you.

-that day, he suddenly invited you to go on a picnic with him, in the rainforest.

-you agreed, of course. then, got ready, and headed out to the spot.

-tighnari was sitting on a blanket under the tree, looking at some sumeru roses next to it, muttering some complaints about the akademiya.

-as soon as he noticed you, plucked one, and handed it to you as you sat down next to him.

-he even smiled back at you.

-"i hope this will be your best valentine's day ever."

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✷ Wriothesley

-he liked valentine's.

-not too much, but just enough. it was when he met you that he started loving it even more.

-maybe it wasn't "mid" in his opinion anymore.

-the only reason he disliked it before was because people were too annoying with it.

-but this time, he was the one being annoying.

-he sent you a message, telling you to come to his office at the meropide, and also added "make sure you look good ;)"

-you blushed at just the thought of it, and what his message could mean.

-after you got ready, you sent him "heading out rn" and went out.

-entering his office, you see him sitting by a nearby table, that has an empty chair on the other side.

-"welcome in, my love." he greets you, and gestures for you to sit down.

-you ask him what he means, and he pulls out on of those heart-shaped boxes with chocolates on the inside.

-"be my valentine forever?"

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⑅ Neuvillette

-and lastly, him.

-he didn't think much of valentine's day, just let people do their thing.

-he never celebrated it, but found it quite intriguing how just a simple date, the 14th of february, can make everything feel so lovely and sweet.

-not until he met you, now he participated in the celebration of it.

-not a single year where he'll miss it.

-he's not one to make a surprise like the rest, he'll plan the date with you.

-an aquarium. (i would collapse if someone brought me to an aquarium)

-when the day finally arrived, the two of you got ready and went out together, hand-in-hand, to the most famous aquarium in all of fontaine.

-it had all types of fish, even the endangered species.

-you were amazed by the fish, and how beautiful it was. and the underwater world itself.

-he found it quite nice, too.

-and when you got to a section with otters, ones that looked similar to neuvillette himself...

-you took a bunch of pictures with him and them, they even played with him through the glass!

-after leaving, he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

-"have a happy valentine's day."

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OH MY.

THIS IS SO GOOD AND CUTE.

I'M EXPLODING HELPPPP I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE THIS

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[n0tamused]

Mutual Comfort

Content: comfort fluff headcanons, he comforts you and then he gets comforted too, gn reader, you/your, old writing of Wriothesley :p

-Should he say something? Obviously he should, he thinks as he watches your shoulders slump as you enter the shared sleeping quarters. Wriothesley, as big and burly as he is and uncaring on the outset, he cares too much for you to even take a step back to think things through. Rather, he thinks in stride,  approaching you from behind, wrapping his arms around your stomach and burying his cold nose into the crook of your neck. His lips leave a feather light touch against the skin too, but instead of kissing it, he asks you what is wrong, in a tone so soft that it is nearly out of character for him. 

-He rubs your hips as he goads you on to speak to him, please tell him what’s wrong, his touch says, how can he make it better, his kiss to your skin says, he has to do or say something that could possibly improve your mood or else he will crumble along with you

“Mon doux amour, tell me what is bothering you.. Don’t feel like this around me, like you have to hold it all to yourself. I’m not here just to look good or to act like a wall.. I’m your lover, your safe space, mon soleil..” he speaks into your ear, holding you against his chest as if you’d fall if he didn’t have his hands to hold you upright

-Slowly but surely, he pries away at your walls until you spill all the truth of your feelings to him. After he feels the need to stay with you for a while longer, to be your rock. His presence is not overwhelming or pressuring, and he gives you ample space and silence to make you comfortable and safe again. If you wish to be left alone completely, then he obliges, but not before telling you that you can always  turn to him, either for advice, a simple chat or a tea service. It doesn’t matter. He will be there for you to lean on, and he will kiss every insecurity away from your thoughts

-The same sentiment goes for him, even if oftentimes he greatly prioritizes your wellbeing over his own. He knows his limits and that they are nearly skill high, but oftentimes, too, he neglects himself for the sake of longer work hours, especially when there’s an issue in the underworld that needs his attention. He doesn’t want to see this place fail, he is not some snob that likes to see people suffer. If he was, there’d be no infirmary, and no free meals, no entertainment, no coupons, nothing but prison cells and depression and a fortress that would eventually end up flooded

-So when he sees you enter his office with a tray of tea and some snacks, he knows he has gone too far. He buries his face in his hands as he sits at his table, embarrassed to look at you but not too embarrassed not to crack some joke on his expense. And by teasing you, he hopes to lessen the importance of the situation to remove the stress he sees in your eyes and your posture, clear worry written all over you

- ”Surely this isn’t what I think it is ? You’ve missed me? How come?” he grins a toothy grin, but his eyes give away how tired he is and the moment you propose the idea of a break he sighs and his head hangs lower. He knows he can’t persuade you to leave him to his work again and he knows he can’t sweet talk his way out. So he agrees to the tea, and the break, as he always does when you ask. He sits close to you rather than opposite of you. He is craving that contact he didn’t have for the few days he holed himself up in his work business. 

-He is sure to touch you in some gentle manners. He runs his fingers up your forearm and then down, idly stroking the skin with the tips of his calloused fingers as he sips his tea, and then the next time he slides his fingers down towards your hand he sneaks his fingers between yours, interlocking your hands.

-He can’t help but feel at ease like this, and sometimes in situations like these, when it is just the two of you, you can easily catch him looking at you. Admiring you in such a way that is so pure and gentle. Like a puppy. He doesn’t even hide it, and when you catch him, the corners of his mouth twist upwards in a soft smile and his eyes sparkle as you give him attention. How  sweet

-In the privacy of his office, he leans on to you now, his head on your shoulder and his soft breaths warming your skin

-Even when he is stressed, he doesn’t lack words to compliment you inside and outside, and at times he finds himself feeling overwhelmed with the love he feels. He never put his focus on love, and never really thought he’d find someone suitable for him, but now that he has that.. he is almost lost at navigating the territory. He just knows he’d do anything for you.

Translations:

Mon doux amour - my sweet love

mon soleil - my sun

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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[marcusakito]

Counting Cats

Lyney x Overworked!gn!reader

Lyney visits your home after you miss his show, thinking something was amiss. He finds you still awake, busy with work, looking like you havent slept in days. And so, he helps you catch some sleep. I got this idea from Lyney's good night voiceline in the teapot. It's a little strange I couldn't find that like anywhere online?

CW: None, just pure wholesome fluff.

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"Lyney, you're overreacting." Lynette spoke, following her brother who was headed to your house. They had just finished a show at Opera Epiclese, and Lyney was looking forward to seeing you there. You always came to his shows, yet this night was different. It was the first time he had seen your seat empty.

"I'm not overreacting, Lynette!" Lyney explained. "[Name] never misses my shows, maybe they fell sick or maybe there's an emergency."

"Or maybe they're busy. Like a normal person." Lynette sighed, knowing that her brother wouldn't listen to reason. Not when it came to you, anyway. "I'll be heading home."

"Ah, yes. Go get some sleep, Lynette. I'll head home after making sure [Name] is alright."

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Finally making it to your house, Lyney knocked on the door. He hummed to himself as he waited for you. It was taking quite a while, perhaps you were already asleep? No, it wasn't that late yet, maybe you were getting ready?

"Just a minute!" He heard you call from inside. Not long after, you opened the door and found your boyfriend with his signature charming smile. You blinked a few times, trying to clear your vision. "... Lyney?"

"It's lovely to see you, ma chérie!" He beamed, pulling a rainbow rose out of thin air and pinning it onto your shirt. "You missed my show, I was a little worried."

"Your show?" You reiterated, confused at first until it hit you. "Archons, that was tonight! I'm so sorry, Lyney, I didn't mean to miss it-" a finger was placed upon your lips, shushing you. You looked at the blonde, he had a sympathetic look on his face.

"I'm not upset, I'm just glad nothing serious happened to you, that's all." He leaned in, placing a soft kiss upon your cheek. You felt your shoulders loosen as you let out a content sigh. This man truly had a way with you, able to make stress go away with just a kiss. "But more importantly, you look exhausted, mon amour. Are you alright?"

"I'm alright, I just... Didn't get enough sleep the past few days. Work's been too much lately, I can't sleep well because of it."

"Well that simply won't do!" Lyney took your hand in his, bringing you back inside and into your bedroom. The desk and floor of your room was littered with all kinds of work related powers, and the sheets of your bed were just haphazardly thrown to the side. You hadn't noticed how messy had things had gotten till now.

"Let me clean up, then we can-"

"Tut-tut-tut! No objections." He quickly placed a finger to your lips. With a playful smirk, he headed over to your bed, fluffing up the pillows and tidying the sheets before sitting down upon it. Humming contently to himself, he patted the spot on the bed next to him. "Come to bed, dear, you won't regret it. It's comfy, warm, and best of all, I'm here!"

You playfully rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's antics. You indulged him, not like you had much choice— you know he would've dragged you to bed anyway. As soon as you sat down, Lyney took you in his arms, embracing you tight around the waist and climbing onto the bed. With his back against a pillow and the bed's headboard, he pulled you close. Your head rested against his chest, as you felt the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the soft beats of his heart. 'It beats only for you.' He'd often remind you. And you believe him, of course. How could you not? From the gifts to his kisses, and the charming words that leave you hanging on every single one, you had no doubt his love for you was true.

"[Name]? Are you alright? You've been spacing out for a while now." You snapped out of your thoughts upon hearing Lyney's voice.

"I'm fine, Lyney." You smiled reassuringly, snuggling closer to him. "I really appreciate that you want to help me sleep, but I don't think that's going to be easy."

"Well, I always do love a challenge. But this is beyond that." Lyney brushed his fingers through your hair, untangling some of the knots in your hair but took care not to tug too hard. "Not getting enough sleep is bad for your health. I don't want you falling asleep at my shows, too."

"Oh? So that's your true motive?" You couldn't help but laugh, with Lyney laughing along with you. "What's your plan on helping me fall asleep, hm?"

"It's simple, we'll count cats. Now close your eyes, and let your imagination take hold of you." You follow his instruction, shutting your eyes and focusing on his voice. "There we are. Now imagine... The bed is a fluffy cloud, cozy and warm. And on that cloud are floating grin-malkin cats, ready to jump over a ring, like at a circus show, mon amour. Oh, there's a grin-malkin cat, ready to jump. That's one grin-malkin, two grin-malkin, three grin- malkin..."

Lyney continued to count and by the 20th cat, he glanced down at your sleeping figure, seeing you finally sound asleep. He smiled softly, getting under the covers to cuddle with you, resting your head on his chest. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he closed his eyes to join you in slumber.

"Sweet dreams, [Name]."

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Hope you guys enjoyed reading this, to be honest, I was a little scared to post more but seeing as a lot of people liked my first Lyney x reader, I got the confidence to write more. I have an idea for a Kabukimono x reader, it'll be up hopefully before the end of the week!

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #lyney #lyney x reader #genshin impact lyney

[lichenes]

PLEASEEE do a nsfw fic of reader and vincent having a big fight with some make up smut 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

Thank you for the ask :D Second time writing smut bear with me. CW: arguing (brief), p in v, riding, NSFW Vincent Renzi x gn!reader wc: 621 _____✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿____

"Fine!" you shouted, red from anger. He groaned rolling his eyes and threw his hands in the air. "Why can't you just listen, sacrebleu!". You ran into your bedroom and slammed the door hoping he would leave you alone for now. Vincent though, was right behind you, opening the door and leaning against the frame of the door.

You sat on your bed your face covered with your hands, the tears in your eyes threatening to spill. "Chéri..." he said unsure of what to do next to prevent further rows. You choked back a sob and looked at him, tears already streaming down your face. "I'm... I'm sorry." You said already forgetting what you were squabbling about.

"Oh mon cœur." Vincent paused and sat down next to you on the bed. "Ma déesse." You looked up at him to say something but the only thing that came out was a sob. He put his arm around you as if to protect you from all the evils of the world, even himself.

You sat like this for a long while attempting to calm your breathing and stop shaking. Through all of this, Vincent put his head to your head and gently kissed your scalp, behaving as if you were made out of porcelain. With his calming demeanor enveloping you, you quickly forgot what it was that you were arguing about.

You both always prefered to talk things through. Rows were your last course of action. But Vincent came back tired from work and you were feeling particularly exhausted from your activities, one thing led to another and you were at eachothers throats.

"Forgive me." He sighed content with your douce form. "I know you don't mean those things." You nodded you head, still feeling a little dizzy. He got up assuring you he was returning soon and brought with him a glass of water for you to rehydrate yourself after crying.

You gave him back the glass after drinking its contents and he put it on the night stand. "Do you need anything else?" He caressed your cheek and gazed at you lovingly. "...you."

Vincent was laying on his back, his head propped up by a pillow. His hands on your hips moving along with your own pace. "Oh mon amour..." he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. "Don't stop." Vincent commanded.

You were riding him as fervently as if it were your first time. The only thing at the forefront of your mind was making him come to make up for the argument. "Baby, baby... slow... slow...".

"I need you Vincent." You said your voice laced with nothing but pure lust. "I know, I know sunshine, just keep going and you get your prize." You whined as he thrust up into you clearly losing himself in you rythmic movements. Allowing him to breathe for a moment you stopped your movement and immediately slammed yourself down on him, chasing your own high.

"Good... g-god" he breathed out. Your faster movement made you both come in no time. You collapsed onto his chest. You both were heaving and trying to regain your composure. He stayed inside of you even after your breathing got slower and calmer.

"Chéri?" He asked after a short while but you just nuzzled your face into his chest refusing to move. He chuckled lightly and decided on letting you stay on top of him a moment longer. Not long after that you drifted to off to sleep.

You woke up dreading having to get up but when you regained your sentience you already were dressed in clean clothes and being cuddled by Vincent. You sighed contently and got embraced by Morpheus once more. How grateful you were to have him.

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#vincent renzi x reader #vincent renzi #swann arlaud #anatomy of a fall #x reader #writing #vincent renzi x gn!reader

[duckymcdoorknob]

LATE VALENTINE’S POST BC IM A GOOBER AND GOT MYSELF SICK

I literally love him sm and haven’t even met him in lore yet.

Lyney my beloved I just wanna 😘😘😘😚💋😚😚😘💋😗😙😚😙😙😙💋

I just wanna give him kissies until he’s giggly and smiley and-

Under Lock and Key

Ships: Lyney x Gn!reader

Warnings: FLUFF AND FLUSTERED LYNEY

Prompt: It’s Valentine’s Day, and your lover wants to show you just how much he adores you.

Tags: Genshin taglist .3. @ticklish-n-stuff @chrimsss

You couldn’t help but chuckle when Lyney’s gloved hands covered your eyes. It didn’t take a genius to know that it was him… You almost immediately recognized the cologne he was fond of wearing.

“Hello, Lyney,” you cooed.

“Aww, how’dja know it was me?” the magician pouted.

“I’m a psychic! And my next prediction is that you’re going to show me something.” You heard him chuckling before sighing.

“Do you trust me, Mon Cher?” His voice was hushed, and you felt his fingers twitch a bit over your eyes.

“With my whole life, amour,” you answered.

“Stand up, and let me guide you,” Lyney demanded in that smooth voice that always left you swooning. “Let me be your eyes and close your own… I will lead you to what I wish to show you.”

His protective demand left you dizzy and breathless. Nonetheless, you rose to your feet and closed your eyes. You felt his hands leave their place over your face and take your own. Suddenly, you felt yourself being dragged forward; you gave into the momentum and trudged along.

The magician guided you through the streets by your hands. His acquaintances waved to him and he beamed back at them and you two continued along the sidewalk.

You had only been together for about four months, but you already knew that you were head over heels for him. “Soooo… where are you taking me, amour?” You inquired with a small smile.

Lyney turned around to answer, but his breath caught in his throat. The sunlight was hitting you just the right way, and you were shining in its rays.

“Lyney?”

“I- just- don’t move,” he demanded in a sheepish voice.

“Now you sound like your brother.” You chuckled once more, shaking your head

A few more seconds passed and still no words were spoken. You peeked open your eyes and were met with your lover’s blushing face. It seemed as if Lyney knew that he was already in love with you as well…

“Hey don’t open-“ The magician gaped at you as you stared at him. Your eyes glittered in the soft glow of the sunlight.

“What?”

Silence.

A dopey smile grew on your face as you chuckled. “What?!”

The blonde exhaled breathlessly. “I’ve truly been smiled upon by the archons. Your beauty is unmatched, Mon Ange.”

“Such a smooth talker,” you murmured, grabbing his cheeks and kissing his forehead. You stuck out your hand once more. “Now, didn’t you want to show me something?”

Lyney nodded his head and smiled, taking your hand. “Close your eyes!”

Once again, the two of you were on your way. Suddenly, you began to hear the sound of tranquil waters below. Granted, they were quite far from you, but you could steal hear the peaceful sound of trickling ripples.

“You’re not going to throw me in the lake; are you?” you asked with a chuckle.

Your love snorted and fell into a fit of the beautiful laughter you’ve always so loved to hear. “No, my rosebud, I will not throw you into the lake.” He paused and chuckled again. “But if you wish to jump together, that is a different story. How about it?”

A fond exhale from you in return gave Lyney the answer he wished.

“Okay, now you can open your eyes.”

When you fluttered your eyes open, you saw the gorgeous waters of your homeland, the court, Marcotte Station, and your beloved.

“Oh, Lyney…” you whispered, “It’s beautiful.”

“That isn’t all of it, amour.” The magician fumbled in his pocket, his fingers lacing around the objects within. “Hold out your hand.”

You obliged, feeling a cold, metal object being placed on your palm. When you looked down, your eyes locked onto a small, brown padlock, which had yours and Lyney’s initials carved into it. “A lock?”

Your lover stood closer to you, draping his arm around your waist. “It’s ours for us to lock on the fence here.”

Before you could question, he spoke again.

“I want everyone to see that we belong to one another”

Your face warmed as you gaped at him, your hand completely still, thumb grazing over the small object. “Yeah…?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

Your hand clasped around the object as you threw your arms around Lyney. He giggled as you cradled his face and peppered kisses all over it.

Eventually, the two of you knelt down in front of the chain-link fence that oversaw the water. The magician cupped your hand as you snapped the lock into place. He pulled the key out of his pocket, handing it to you. “Just in case if-“

You didn’t even let him finish the sentence before you threw the key into the water below as hard as you could. “I will never change my mind.”

Without words, Lyney pressed your foreheads together as he smiled. “This was the best thing I could think of. I thought it might have been too early to propose to you.”

You kiss his forehead and turned back to look at the lock. “I wouldn’t have thought it was too early, dummy.”

When you turned back around, Lyney was on one knee and holding a small, velvet box. He snapped it open to reveal a shimmering ring.

“Then let’s make it official.”

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[elusive-writer]

𝘈𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴

(GN! Reader)

I got this idea very randomly so I thought why the hell not 🤭

Word count : 671

✩ 𝘑𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘒𝘶𝘫𝘰 ✩

Yeah no, you’re gonna have a hell of time tryna convince this man to let you paint his nails.

Be prepared to beg and bargain cause that is the only way you even have a CHANCE of changing his mind.

When he begrudgingly agrees to letting you paint his nails, (after you agree to buy his cigarettes for the remainder of the trip) he only lets you paint them black.

Maybe with a small star on the middle finger if you’re lucky 😌

(he won’t admit it, but he likes the way you hold his hands as you work 🤭)

Once you’re finished, he’ll glance at your handiwork before muttering an “it’s alright…”

actually really likes it

Will absolutely chip the nail polish on purpose so you’ll re-paint his nails.

And will absolutely deny it if you call him out on it.

✩ 𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘒𝘢𝘬𝘺𝘰𝘪𝘯 ✩

Will probably be a little hesitant at first.

But after some minor convincing he just says fuck it.

And of course, a nice cherry red is the obvious choice to go.

After you’re finished tho he is LIVING for it.

He swears it’s given him like a power boost or something.

He feels fucking POWERFUL.

Insists that you let him paint yours now.

(he’s an artist so it’s obvi gonna be amazing)

Once he’s finished, you best believe he’s gonna want to show off to all the other crusaders.

and also convince them to paint their nails as well dkdkdjdjdk

Y’all would have a lot of fun with this.

✩ 𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘗𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦 𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘧 ✩

It’s you that’s asking, of course he’d let you paint his nails!

“For you mon amour, anything 😉”

He would let you do ANYTHING to him.

ahem ahem anything

ANYWAY

Would probably ask for silver because ya know… silver chariot.

But I could see him being convinced into doing a pale blue.

Or whatever your favourite colour is.

(is he easy, or can he just not decide? I honestly don’t know)

Another one that feels on top of the world once you’re finished.

Will also insist on letting him paint your nails.

The result is…. most definitely something.

you don’t say anything to spare his feelings

Will gate keep you from the others.

Can’t have HIS nail tech getting stolen 😤

✩ 𝘔𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘈𝘷𝘥𝘰𝘭 ✩

He’s a little taken aback by your request.

But you’ve proven yourself a reliable companion throughout this journey so he trusts you.

Could def see him going with a fiery orange.

Or a nice gold that compliments his jewellery.

BUT OH MY GOSH IMAGINE HIM WITH WHITE NAIL POLISH?!?

sorry, getting carried away

Finds the overall experience to be extremely relaxing.

Between the feeling of your hands and the way you subconsciously hum as you paint almost has him falling asleep.

Is honestly a little sad when it’s over.

Likes the look of the polish more than he expected.

Will be a little shy to ask for you to do this in the future but if you offer, he will happily oblige.

✩ 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘩 𝘑𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 ✩

Oh my god don’t even get me started.

He is ASTRONOMICALLY down for this idea.

Bitch, he’s probably the one who suggested it when he saw you painting yours.

queue tequila joseph

You better believe he’s going for a bright ass pink.

His confidence to through the fucking roof and life is too short. Bring that pink polish NEOWWW.

Is one of those ppl that cannot sit still for the life of him.

You have to constantly tell him to sit the fuck down so that you’re not painting the entirety of his hand.

Once you’re finished he’s like a peacock.

🦚🦚

Constantly bragging, showing off… THE WORKS MAN.

might even bust out the old dress if he’s feeling especially bold dkdkdjd

Is absolutely gonna ask you to do this again in the future.

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[trendywaifus]

Heeyyy, could you perhaps do some late night headcanons with the fontaine girls (particularly with chloride) where the character cant sleep? Doesn’t necessarily have to be nsfw

ofc, sweets. also, don’t mind me, i’m experimenting with the formatting here. just trying sum. ( omg i realized half way you said hcs, awwww fawkkk, i’m so sorry, my brain is not braining today)

↳ it’s hard to do these things alone

gn! reader | sfw | angsty/fluff

↳ featuring — furina, navia, clorinde, mona

mona’s part pretty short and sweet. i decided against more angst! clorinde’s midly nsfw. not proofread.

furina bites down on her bottom lip in agony, she turns her back towards your sleeping form, hoping you don’t wake up to her pathetic breakdown. she curls herself into a ball, hot tears fills her vision. the dreadful feeling of her heart gradually breaking into two because of the wretched prophecy haunting the corners of her mind deprives her of the desire to rest peacefully with you tonight.

is there anything she could possibly do to stop such an inevitable phenomenon? is she fit to save her people’s fate, your fate? she’s the hydro archon for goodness sake! of course not superior than her previous ancestor but she’s trying her best! but, is trying all she could do because it’s inevitable or she’s merely a cowardly god hidden in plain sight amongst her people? whichever it is, the responsibility and risk of maintaining a doomed nation is far too great to begin with—it was as though the weight of the ocean is on her shoulders. furina wants out but she doesn’t want to abandon her people and break their trust.

confused and frustrated, a broken sob left her lips; her body trembles. “ why me? “ furina forces out and repeats it over and over again like a broken record, desperately hoping celestia answers her.

but they never did. instead, arms wraps themselves around her shaking frame and pulled her closer to their front. it was you who silently answered. you grasp her bawled fist and gently pried it open with your fingers. you intertwine your hand with hers and squeezed it. furina sobs harder at the fact that you’ve heard her cries of despair and came to her aid. “ i-i did n-not mean to w-wake you, — i-i was— “

you hushed her and nuzzled your face into her unruly pale blue curls. touched by your warmth, her sobs eventually died down into soft snivels. furina tightly grips your hand, afraid that you’ll disappear.

some of the cracks etched in furina’s heart healed and the shattered shards of her bruised self-esteem are carefully pieced back together by you for another day.

with a frustrated sigh, navia peels herself from your arms and sits upright against the headboard. she couldn’t sleep and how could she? tonight is the anniversary night of her father’s death. her mind was plagued with negative thoughts and unwanted memories from the past she desperately wished she could change. “ all i want is rest, i don’t want to go through this right now. not tonight. “ navia mutters bitterly, pushing back blond strands of hair that hung over her eyes.

navia sighs once more, this time shaky as she hunches over and places her palms over her tired eyes. it was way too late to visit her father’s grave and it’s not like she wants to wake you up to comfort her like a distressed damsel—that wouldn’t feel right to her. she shouldn’t trouble you, she already did enough of that today. tears of frustration wells up in her eyes, she sniffs. maybe a nice walk will help while she sorts out her mind.

she gently takes the covers off of her body and slides her legs off the mattress. before she can get up, her wrist was caught in a gentle yet firm grip. “ mon coeur, where are you going? “ you sleepily asked. navia straightens her back, having no intention of turning around to meet your eyes as there’s a chance that you’ll see the fresh tears on her face. she clears her throat, “ i am. .going to go on a walk. th-that is all, mon amour. “

navia hoped that you didn’t catch her slip up and if you did, she wishes you don’t address it. she bit the inside of her cheek as she felt your gaze on her back. after a moment, the sheets rustled and she feels your arm around her waist. you use your other hand to brush her beautiful long blond hair to the side to kiss at her nape tenderly. each kiss you pressed against her skin made her chest tighten with a indescribable feeling that made her want to bawl her eyes out.

please let me go. i don’t want to unravel in front of you.

she thought, lips pursed in a tight line. “ come back to me when you’re ready, navia. i’ll be here waiting for you. “ you finally said, pressing one final kiss against her nape and let her go.

tears silently flowing down her cheeks, she nods. navia gets up, walks to the door and pauses.

she inhales and exhales to gather herself before saying, “ thank y-you for understanding, (name). “

the door opens and closes behind her.

the duelist stares blankly at the beige ceiling, mind heavy with unspoken woes she tucked away behind locked lips. “ you’ve been staring at that ceiling for a minute. can’t sleep, clorinde? “ you asked worriedly, touching her cheek with the back of your hand. she turns her head, her lilac eyes meets yours. “ i. .am afraid i can’t, mon/ma chéri/e. “ she whispers.

“ why? “

clorinde pauses.

“ i do not know. “ she lies(?), the melancholic dip in her voice causes you to frown. clorinde believes that her personal matters should not interfere with her relationship with you. however, she also knows that not being honest with you about how she feels could cause a rift between you two.

“ but, “ she faces her body towards yours and cups your cheek. her eyes softens, devotion evident in them. “even if i cannot sleep, being by your side is enough. i am grateful to spend my night with you.” with that, clorinde locks her lips with yours passionately. she tasted like expensive wine you could only get on a special occasion; addictive and rare. “ me too. “ you breathed, ghosting your hand over her bare hip.

your tongue swipes over her peach lips, asking for entrance. she gladly opens up and her tongue brushes past yours as it enters your warm cavern. heated touches and kisses quickly ignites the desire bubbling in your belly. “ j’ai envie de toi. . “ she mutters against your lips, before gracefully rolling herself on top of you. you chuckled, resting your hands on her stomach,

“ then what are you waiting for ma chérie? “

“ mona, stay in bed! your astrology stuff can wait! “

you whine, tightening your arms around her waist as she tries to squirm her way out of your hold. “ unhand me! i simply want to check to see if everything’s in place before i lay my head—“

“ we both know if you get up out of this bed, you won’t come back in! “

knowing that you’re right, she huffs, her body relaxing in your arms. if mona’s restless, she would literally run around the home to make sure everything is in the right spot and untouched then proceed to sit at her desk to “ study “.

a moment of silence fills the room.

.

.

“ mona? “

“ what is it? “

“ i never heard you speak french before. since you’re basically from fontaine, are you naturally fluent in french? you have quite the sexy accent. ”

“ ugh, obviously. i see no need to use it since i am not in— wait right this second, sexy?! must you really use that crude word to describe my manner of speech?!”she squeaks, her cheeks and ears bright red.

“ um. .yes? i’m being honest, mona. i heard that french is one of the most romantic languages in teyvat. perhaps you can try and speak some french to me while you— “

“ e-enough of your blabbering, i’m going to bed! “

j’ai envie de toi = i want you ( intimately )

mon coeur = my heart

#furina x reader #navia x reader #clorinde x reader #mona x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin women x reader #genshin women