#honesty who wouldn’t fall in love w her

[weixuldo]

Unconditionally// ch 18

Anakin x Reader

(A/N: so Anakin is supppeeer emotional in this one, so don’t b alarmed when you see him crying lol. this episode deals w mentions of weight loss and implies anakin has been in sort of a depressive episode since the events of ch 17, so proceed w caution?)

with graduation coming up, you haven’t had time to talk with Anakin about what happened.

Warnings: weight loss, unhealthy eating habits, mentions of verbal degradation, depressive episodes, cursing, miscommunication, self hatred

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After the fight with Anakin, you distanced yourself from him for a little while. You still picked up the kids from school and hung out with Ben and Ahsoka, but you hadn’t seen him in a few weeks. You had too much going on in your academic life to deal with that the stress of your relationship.

You still loved him, but you couldn’t handle it if he didn’t feel the same way, so you decided to ignore him. He sent you so many messages and calls but you couldn’t bring yourself to open them. 

Obviously, you cared about him and you would never wish ill upon him, but deep down you hoped he regretted what he had done. 

About a week after the incident, you called Ben to check in on how Anakin was doing physically. He had dislocated his shoulder from the fall and was supposed to wear a sling for around two weeks. You felt awful that he injured himself, but you couldn’t bring yourself to visit him.

Ben had been taking care of him while you were busy with school and getting everything in line for graduation. Speaking of which, graduation was only two weeks away. 

Silky black fabric ran through your fingers as you steamed the sides of your graduation gown. Recently you had been thinking about your future; you were becoming a true adult and it was time to plan for the long run. 

After many sleepless nights, you decided you were going to resign from your babysitting position, not that you really saw it as a job anymore. Anakin hadn’t officially paid you in months, instead he would pay your bills or buy you things and in all honesty, you would rather just be there with them than worry about a paycheck. You still wanted to help out with the kids, you just needed to keep your schedule open for future career endeavors. 

As of now, you weren't quite sure where you and Anakin stood, the two of you never really talked about the future, but you knew you wanted to be with him. Technically the two of you were dating, but it often felt like more than that, since you basically lived with him. Though, in light of recent events, the two of you weren’t in the best place. 

You knew you should listen to his apologies, but you didn’t know if you would want to be with someone who was so vicious to you…even though it was one time, who’s to say he wouldn’t do it again?

Just then you heard your phone begin to ring. Odd. It was Ben.

“Hello?”

Hello there, Y/N. I’m sorry to ask this on such short notice, but unfortunately some unexpected work stuff has fallen into my lap and I need to take care of it. I have to go to the office and won’t be back til late tomorrow, probably. I hate to bother you, but Ashoka also isn’t back from her trip yet and someone needs to-

“I’ll be there in a few” you sighed, knowing what Ben was talking about.

I’m sorry Y/N, I’ll be back as quickly as I can

“It’s ok, Ben.” You said in a neutral tone.

Thank you.

After you hung up the phone you took a deep breath. You hadn't seen Anakin in a good while and you were a little nervous. Was he going to be mad at you for ignoring him? Was he going to be mean?

With a calming exhale, you gathered your things and headed to your car.

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The white mansion faded into view as you drove up the long driveway, an odd feeling of deja-vu brushed over you. 

You walked to the door, taking a brief moment before entering. On the drive you decided you should tell Anakin about your decision to resign. You didn’t know how he’d react but you needed to let him know. 

With that, you gripped the doorknob and opened the door.

Calming scents of lavender filled your senses as you entered the corridor. Everything looked the same, but there was an uncanny aura of melancholy. The sounds of the television drew you to the living room. There, Leia and Luke sat on the couch, lazily watching cartoons. 

A feeling of guilt washed over you, the kids didn’t understand why you suddenly disappeared from their life. But you were being mature today, so you walked over to them.

Luke was the first to notice you, his blue eyes brightened immediately as he stared at you in awe. He began to sit up which shifted Leia.

“Hey! What are-“ Leia began to protest.

“Hey buddy” You smiled at Luke.

Leia’s head whipped towards you and her eyes widened.

“Y/N!” She exclaimed, hopping off of the couch.

Both twins raced to embrace you, you giggled and held them tightly.

“Where were you?”

“Are you staying?”

“Why did you leave us?”

“Do you still love us?” 

Questions bombarded you and you began to answer.

“Ok, ok, You guys know I am almost done with school, right? So in two weeks I have my graduation ceremony and I have been super busy preparing. And to answer your question, I’ll be staying over tonight.”

Two questions down.

“I didn’t want to leave you guys, but I have to finish school out strong. And do I love you? Of course, I will always love you guys.”

They smiled at your answers and Luke happily went back to the couch. Leia, on the other hand, was smarter than that.

“I know something is wrong… what’s going on?” She asked in a hushed tone. 

You couldn’t tell her what happened… at least not all of it.

“Your dad and I are going through a difficult time and we just needed some time away to think about things” you said with a sad smile.

“I’m sorry daddy was mean to you”

You were surprised at her apology, “Oh, um, thank you...its gonna be ok-“

“No, he shouldn't treat you like that.” She said, hugging you once more.

Her small hands gripped tightly onto your blouse and your heart began to tug. These kids meant so much to you and you truly didn’t want to leave them. 

“He really misses you… He asks Uncle Ben about you every day.”

You broke away from her embrace and offered a small smile, “Thank you Leia, I’m going to go check up on him now”.

She nodded and took her place next to her brother on the couch as you rose to go to Anakin’s room.

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Anakin glanced at the text he sent you over an hour ago.

“Can we talk?”

He sighed, you didn’t even read the message. 

The past few weeks had been hell for him; he constantly worried about you and felt awful about what he had done. He knew it was his fault but he couldn’t even get in contact with you to apologize.

Why did he say those horrible things to you? 

He knew how much those words hurt you and how insecure you were about people leaving, yet he still managed to fuck it up. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he envisioned your defeated face from that day.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on the door. He turned his face from the door in an attempt to hide his glassy eyes, before saying a simple “come in”.

He didn't want to burden Ben with his feelings, so he sniffled the rest of his tears away before clearing his throat.

“Ben, have you heard from Y/N today?”

He shifted his gaze towards the entrance to the room, but instead of his bearded friend, he was met with your beautiful face.

“Y/N…”

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You took a deep breath before knocking on the familiar door, once you heard his voice you entered. The room was uncharacteristically disheveled, clothes, medical equipment, and papers were scattered around. 

Anakin also looked different, his hair was a little longer, he was growing stubble, but most shocking was his size. He still looked decently healthy, but he definitely lost a good amount of weight.

“Y/N…” he almost whispered.

You focused your attention to his blue eyes, they were more dull than normal but you swear you saw them brighten when you made eye contact.

You exhaled a shaky breath and walked closer to his bed.

“Hello, Anakin” 

“You came” he said hopefully.

“Ben said there was no help available tonight” you said neutrally.

The light in his eyes faded and he swallowed. 

“Oh.”

Suddenly a wave of guilt washed over you, was he like this because you had been ignoring him? 

No, no. 

For the first time in your life, you were going to put yourself first. You glanced a the clock, about dinner time.

“I’m going to start dinner”

You began to walk back to the kitchen when you felt one of Anakin’s hands lightly holding your wrist.

“Y/N, can we talk…please” he pleaded.

You looked down at his hand, “Please let go of me” you said as your voice wavered. 

His eyes widened and he released his hold on you, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t”.

You tightened your lips and nodded, “It’s ok… I’m going to get dinner now”.

He looked down and nodded, “ok”.

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You sat the kids down to eat at the table as you finished getting Anakin’s meal prepared. The two of them happily indulged in your cooking.

“MMM! This is so much better than uncle Ben’s cooking” Luke exclaimed, licking his lips.

“Luke, that was rude! But... I agree” Leia admitted.

“Well, thank you guys! I’m so glad you enjoy” 

They threw a few more compliments your way until Anakin’s meal was ready to take back.

“Ok, I’m going to bring your dad his dinner now” you said as you walked down the hallway.

Anakin was once again turned away from the door when you entered. You placed his food on a tray that sat over his lap. He was only wearing one of the bionic arms, which were better for precision tasks, not really eating. But you knew he needed to eat before he lost too much weight so you asked if you could sit beside him.

He looked surprised at your request but complied. You silently took your place beside him and grabbed the utensils. 

After scooping some of the mashed potatoes, you brought the spoon to his mouth.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I know it's hard to eat with that arm on, but you need to eat, so I want to help you”

His eyes softened and he nodded and opened his mouth. You felt your heart pull, why did you have to have such intense feelings for him? You swear you could have forgiven him for everything if he continued to look at you that way.

“How’s your shoulder? Ben told me you dislocated it” 

He cleared his throat and answered. “Yeah, it’s better, still a little sore, but putting it in a sling for the first two weeks really helped”.

“That’s good”

Once he was done with his meal, you went to clean the kitchen up. The kids were upstairs working on homework as you scrubbed away at the dishes.

You still loved him, just as much as before and you hated seeing him like this.

But that's why you were afraid, what if you never stopped loving him and ended up breaking your own heart in the process. You didn’t know if you could take that.

Maybe you just needed to distance yourself and work on building your own future. 

You headed back towards his room to continue with the nightly routine; some physio, shower, and get ready for bed. Luckily today was his light physio day, so all you really had to do was monitor his stretches. He made some improvement since you had seen him last, but not at the pace he did with his arms. 

You started to tidy his room as he finished up his exercises. Smells of his laundry detergent graced your senses as you gathered the clothes he had not yet hung up, you missed that scent. The random papers were gathered and neatly stacked on one of the end tables and you organized his shelves.

Once you were done you went back to his side.

“You really didn’t have to do that…but thank you” he said, nodding towards the rest of the room.

You offered a small smile, “No worries, Anakin”.

For the first time all night, he seemed content.

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You shivered as you felt the cool bathroom tile beneath your feet. You helped Anakin undress and into his shower chair. 

You went through the motions of cleaning him as he shyly allowed you to help.

Much to his chagrin, Ben had been helping him the last few weeks, but in a way, he got used to it. 

Now you were here, he knew his lifestyle hadn’t been the healthiest since he last saw you; he hadn’t been eating as much and with his shoulder injury, he wasn’t able to go as hard at physio. To be honest, he felt deeply insecure. 

You could sense his discomfort as you helped him bathe. Of course you remembered what he said to you, but you still felt sympathetic towards him. Also, you two wouldn’t be able to have a mature conversation unless he felt more comfortable. 

You turned the water off and reached for his towel to help him dry off. Gently, you ran your thumb over his cheek to feel his stubble, he turned towards you with a confused look.

“Would you like me to shave this for you?” you asked gently.

He stared at you for a moment as if he couldn’t believe you just offered that. 

“Yes, please,” he answered.

You nodded and went to get a towel, shaving cream, and his razor. You laid the towel over him and grabbed the shaving cream. This used to be a regular occurrence for the two of you, you would often shave his face when it felt too prickly when you kissed, but of course that had been awhile.

You sprayed the cream into your hands and warmed it up with your breath, you knew he didn’t like the sensation of cold shaving cream. 

Gently, you spread the cream along his jawline, cheeks, and mouth. You had never seen Anakin with this much facial hair, not that it was even that much.

Anakin’s eyes lingered on your face as you began to shave him, He missed you so much- how could he have said all of that to you?

How could he have tried to hit you?

Deep inside he felt his well of emotions begin to stir. Fuck.

You immediately drew the razor away when you saw Anakin tearing up, you searched for a cut but you didn’t see any.

“Anakin, are you alright? What did I do?” you asked worriedly.

That just made him cry harder, after everything you still put his needs first. He sniffled and blinked away the tears.

“Nothing, you didn’t do anything wrong” he said apologetically.

You took the towel and wiped away the rest of the shaving residue and then focused on him. 

“Then what's wrong, Ani?” you cursed yourself for slipping up and using your name for him.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you so much and these past few weeks have been hell without you”.

You felt a shiver go down your spine, you had heard that before… one of your previous partners would promise you love and you would fall for it, in reality they were just manipulating you with their words. You wanted to believe Anakin wasn’t doing that, but it was hard. So hard.

“Please..Anakin, don’t”

“I know I fucked up, but I’m so, so sorry. I miss you here, I miss you.” he continued as you became more and more anxious

“I should have never said those things to you, you are worth so much more than I could even describe” his voice cracked.

“But you did.”

The bathroom stilled, only the movement was the residual steam from the shower.

Anakin gulped and cast his gaze downward. 

“You did, Anakin.”

“I know….will you ever forgive me?” he asked, defeated.

You took a deep breath, you really didn’t want to have this conversation right now.

“In time, I just needed some distance to think. I still care for you deeply, Anakin.”

“Do you still love me?” he asked, barely above a whisper.

“Of course, I can’t just stop loving you Ani” you admitted.

His shoulders relaxed slightly and he exhaled, “I know you don’t want to hear it, but I just want you to know that I love you too…I have been and will continue to”.

You felt your emotions stirring in you; tears pricked at your eyes. You bit your lip and tried to calm yourself. 

“Thank you, Anakin” was all you could muster.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment longer before you proposed moving out of the bathroom. His body was warm to the touch as you helped him into his bed; you connected the prosthetic arms he would use at night and prepared a catheter for him. As you moved around the room his watchful gaze followed your figure. 

Once everything was situated you took a seat at the foot of his bed and turned towards him. You didn’t want to do this now, but it would be cruel not to let him know of your decision.

“Anakin, I just wanted to officially let you know that after my graduation I will no longer be able to nanny for the kids”. 

His face fell and the color drained from his face; was this it? Was this the end?

“F/N, I- Was it because of me?” he anxiously asked.

You shook your head, “No, I just need to focus on my career and I can’t keep a college job forever, we both know that.”

“That being said, I will still help with the twins if you wish and I will always be here for them, I just can’t technically be their nanny anymore” you explained the best you could.

“I understand. Does this mean…” he drifted his gaze from yours.

“Does this mean we’re over?”

You physically felt your heart squeeze as you observed his pained expression.

“No… I told you I just needed some time” you sighed.

“I just can’t be someone you settled for, Anakin. I am not going to be someone’s second best ever again. And from what you said that day-” you paused to collect your thoughts before continuing.

“I am not a desperate girl who pounced on you because I thought you were “easy”. I care for you Anakin, so much more than you know and I can only hope you feel the same for me” you calmly explained.

He looked ashamed as you lifted yourself from his bed and walked towards the door. Before leaving, you glanced back at him one more time.

“Are we ok?” he weakly asked.

“We will be” you answered with a sad smile as you closed his door.

Once he knew you were down the hall he rolled onto his side and allowed his tears to fall. Why did he say those awful things? No matter how many apologies he administered, nothing would change the fact that he said them.

His heart raced as he worried over the future; he didn't know what he would do if he lost you, all he knew was that it would shatter his heart.

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(a/n: phewww, this chapter was long asffff sorry for repetitive phrases or words, my brain is kinda all over the place rn)

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[chrisevansonly]

A Little Love On Tour Headcannon🦋

pairing: harry styles x female reader (angel)

summary: well you know what they say happens when you have a little love on tour…

warnings: bit of angst?? overall fluffy goodness 🫶🏻

a/n: sorry not sorry 🤭

In all honesty you were trying so hard not to freak out and lose it, what you thought was the flu or appendicitis was none of the above…and you weren’t entirely sure how to feel

You’d talked with Harry about this possibility countless times but you’d agreed it wasn’t the right time, it was too early, too soon, you both weren’t ready…maybe you still weren’t

“Mrs.Styles..?”

Although not married yet you were so used to people calling you that, and normally it made you feel giddy, but right now all you wanted to do was throw up

“I’m sorry what we’re you saying?”

The doctor gave you a sympathetic smile

“I was explaining that you’re about 6 weeks along now as we can see on the ultrasound”

“B-But I was drinking at…I don’t-I um”

As if sensing your impending panic attack she placed. a soft hand on your shoulder

“Everything is fine, I see no problems, you have a healthy baby so far…you didn’t know, your symptoms weren’t showing up…I assure you they’re fine”

You nodded

“Now, your husband is waiting outside, are you ready to bring him in…?”

“Um okay…y-yes that’s okay”

The doctor nodded and opened the door enough to call Harry’s name who was in the room in a millisecond, worried eyes on you before he looked to the screen where the photo was frozen

“Is that..”

“Yeah…”

The doctor sat down and nodded, clicking print so the sonogram would pop out below the screen, allowing the two of you to have a little keepsake

“Your wife is about 6 weeks pregnant Mr.Styles, I was just explaining to her that everything is perfectly healthy and fine, so there’s nothing else here left to do, but I will give you both some forms and pamphlets to hold onto for your regular doctor back in the UK”

You’d zoned out again blocking out everything, all the way up until you were sat in the back of the black escalade that would take you and Harry back to the hotel, you had no idea what to say or how to even look at Harry right now…

“Y/N…?”

“Hmm..?”

He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, his expression morphing into one of confusion as he watched the tears fall down your cheeks

“Hey..hey m’angel what’s going on in that head of yours…talk to me”

“I-I…I don’t know if m’ready Harry…and y-you”

He pulled you into his chest

“Me nothing baby, you know i’m ready for all of this with you, and if you’re not ready, i’ll support any decision you’ll make…I love you so much, and a baby isn’t something we planned for, not now at least, but I’m here for life okay?”

You nodded letting yourself find comfort in his arms

“p-promise me no matter w-what I choose you’ll s-still love me…”

Tilting your head back up he pressed his lips to yours firmly

“I’ll love you always and forever, no matter what, cross m’heart angel”

Nodding once more you settled yourself back against him, you didn’t know what you were going to do yet, but you knew you’d call Anne and your own mother when you got back to your room, this was a life altering decision you had to make, and you knew Harry would support you no matter what

The one thing was the idea of seeing Harry as a dad helped bring butterflies to take the edge off your anxiety, maybe a baby wouldn’t be so bad…you had Harry beside you and deep down you knew you’d be the best parents…but you weren’t making any decisions yet…

#harry’s angel🦋❤️‍🔥 #harry’s angel au🦋❤️‍🔥 #harry’s angel headcannons🦋❤️‍🔥 #harry styles x angel 🦋 #asks with harry and angel🦋 #harry styles & angel 🦋 #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles #harry styles x female reader #harry styles x girlfriend reader #harry styles x pregnant!reader #harry styles angst #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles masterlist #rueswrites #ruesanswers #ruesfriends💙

[guitarriffsolo]

A-Z headcanons for verosika mayday if you want no pressure!

💄Verosika Mayday NSFW Alphabet💋

A - Aftercare

If you’re a hook up would probably just put on her clothes and leave but if you guys are actually in in a relationship she’ll ask how it was and maybe snuggle a bit until you both fall asleep.

B - Body part

With 100% honesty she just likes her boobs and curves😭 For her partner she would love your lips and kissing them (both pairs if you’re afab ;))

C - Cum

Swallows, can’t think of more past that.

D - Dom or Sub?

I feel like she’s a switch with no lean. Sex is sex guys.

E - Experienced

Very experienced, I mean she’s literally a succubus. Experienced in all realms of sex and kink.

F - Favorite position

I can picture her loving to fuck against the wall. Wether top or bottom it’s super hot to her.

G - Goofy?

Outside of sex she makes a bunch of dirty jokes but actually in the act its a lot of sexy talk and less goofiness.

H - Hair

First I wrote clean shaven but now that I thought about it I think she would leave a little trimmed heart shape. Color is a very baby pink (like the majority of her head hair)

I - Intimacy

Very intimate, again as a succubus it all comes very easily for her during sex.

J - Jack off

I feel like instead of jacking off she would go out and find someone in the studio or nearby to hook up with. I mean who would say no to sleeping with THE Verosika Mayday?

K - Kink

Definitely bondage with all sorts of ties. I could picture her into threesomes and orgys.

L - Location

Will get frisky anywhere you please.

M - Motivation

Always up for sex but I think to actually get her wet hickies will do the job.

N - NO

I struggled with this but I came up with two turn offs. Sharp objects and severe denial (like being left alone tied up in a room) would be a no no for Verosika.

O - Oral

Is equally willing to both give and receive but has more experience with giving blow jobs then the amount of times she’s actually had someone eat her out.

P - Pace

I picture long, slow, and sensual foreplay but fast paced sex as she can’t wait any longer.

Q - Quickie

I imagine right before most of her shows she has a quickie to get the adrenaline pumping for the stage and performance.

R - Risk?

Takes a lot of risks with new kinks, public play, and all sorts. Very daring in all aspects of life but especially sex.

S - Stamina

Can last quite long. Succubus don’t necessarily get tired but she does prefer a few breaks more for a mental rest.

T - Toys

Wouldn’t go crazy for toys. Bondage, strap ons, and vibrators are where her collection ends. She would like the novelty of all these special toys but feels far more intimate with raw skin to skin sex.

U - Unfair

Will tease you until she eventually gets too desperate to continue that sort of play.

V - Volume

Naturally very loud but knows how to hold it in well and keep quiet when need be.

W - Wild card

Would hit a blunt while you guys are having sex and blow the smoke into your mouth.

X - X ray

D cup, has nipples that will get hard will easily. Her 🐱 is an innie and a slightly darker pink than her skin tone.

Y - Yearning

I think this woman is in like a constant state of horniness ngl.

Z - Zzz

I don’t think she would get like super tired afterwards unless it was a serious bdsm scene. If you guys are in a relationship though she’ll end up falling asleep just from the aftercare cuddle sesh.

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First request of this blog has been filled so keep em coming!!

[evansbby]

JUST READ WG 2 AND GIRLL I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS. First off, good on my girl for not texting Ari back and having an actual spine🤬🤬 (even if she did her manipulated like 5 seconds later but I'm just happy she stood for herself.) And then the whole thing with Curtis, I thought it was kinda cute but then I got turned off cause he left so easily. Like is Ari your daddy or what? The smut was sooo filthy in this chapter. He's such an asshole but I loved how possessive he was of her. I wanted to punch his handsome face and kiss it at the same time. He's literally such a bitch. Leaving her like that after he fucked her in front of everyone. I mean he did clean her up this time and they had a cute little moment and he was clearly a teeny bit hesitant to leave her for Sharon for a moment. BUT HE STILL DID. ASSHOLE. I absolutely hate him for that🙄🙄

BUTTT when Steve arrived omg. I love how he babies her sm and ugh, I'm just imagining tall, blonde, handsome Steve saving her from Ari. Ari getting so jealous over seeing her a guy who can finally compete w him was so satisfying. Like we have options too. And I ❤️ how clearly Steve paid some dude to act like an Uber and drive back to her place and made her sit on his lap and made her shut up abt Ari. Now maybe I'm biased but ughhh I want him for her so bad, like he treats her so well from the get go and isn't an ass like Ari. When he said "if u were my girl u wouldn't be able to step a foot in this party let alone be left alone unattended" I literally folded. And when he gave her his jacket and told her to hand it up where everyone else can see?????? I hope Ari sees that shit and loses it.

in all honesty, I'm still rooting for my daddy Ari 😭 but idk he's such a bitch but I feel like HE CAN CHANGE. Maybe if he really tries. I need him to!! I want him to realize that he wants her and beg for her forgiveness but at the same time, I want to see him suffer cause tbh he doesn't deserve her.

Thank u for the delicious fic again girlie, this literally made my morning

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Omg shower anon!!! Thank you for reading!!! And sending this feedback!!🩷🩷🩷🙏🏼🙏🏼

Firstly yes, reader had a spine and didn’t text Ari back and I love that for her despite the fact that she proceeded to fall into his trap at the party anyways😂😭

And bahahaha you’re so right like WHY did Curtis back off so easily SKSJSKAK but it’s bc Ari is the leader of the group and they all respect him and so Curtis wouldn’t really go after Ari’s girl (he was pushing it tho, I think he enjoyed playing with her)

Now the Ari public party smut was meant to be filthy and nobody has commented on the things he was saying 😭😭 like bro really lost it with the “you wish sharon was watching us don’t you” 💀💀💀💀 BUT READER LIKED IT aksjskskak

And okay so the Steve part! So the guy actually WAS an Uber driver, Steve just paid him not to say anything while he made reader ride him in the backseat 😂 like a little extra tip for the driver to be silent and mind his business ajsjsjaja these guys are DARK yall 😭😭

Now bestie I wouldn’t say Steve “treats her well” seeing as he’s got subtle dark, dangerous moments throughout AND he also manipulates her and takes advantage of her… almost like he’s got an ulterior motive 🤔 bUT YES HE IS AS OF RIGHT NOW LESS OF AN ASS THAN ARI SO I GET YOUUU

but shower anon ily for still rooting for Ari!!! Only bc it’s nice to have some variety and seems like most others are rooting for Steve!! Which is good, I needed people to root for him too, that’s why I wrote him to be so dark dangerous and hot 🤭🤭

#anon #🚿anon #wg ask

[prometheanglory]

hi this post is entirely for self indulgence and is very long bc i do not have the patience for an ask game but i have an urgent need 2 answer this entire thing for vinh bc i am a rabid dog and its been sitting in my drafts for too long

⚠️ also there’s mentions of canoodling and sploinking in here that kinda tests da limits of my pg13 rating but i’ll keep my nards in my pants dw

🥵 : Is your OC perceived as physically attractive to others? Is it at first glance or is it something that takes more time to reach fruition?

you gotta be BLIND to not catch onto the fact she’s hot. but then again, i wouldn’t treat her like some all-time stunner that makes the entire room turn and go silent at a glance like a wattpad fic or anything. she’s taken as a double-take kind of hot, u kno. like, the type of hot where u go ‘god damn’ and then u move on with ur day. or my hands got sweaty bc idt im well-dressed enough today to be in close proximity for u for longer than 45 seconds.

💦 : Is your OC’s attractiveness based on looks or a more intangible aura?

kinda hinging off the last question tho…. the vinh appeal gets stronger the longer she’s around. kinda got that ‘peripheral’ vibe, gotta go looking for her more, and more grows on u…..!

trick question bc it’s an endless feedback loop b/w aura and looks bc ain’t no way ur getting one without the other. regardless of which one catches the eye first, both just amplify the other. hot bc shes measured enigma with a muted lull 2 her for real !! but then also she’s just a physically attractive lady.

but tbf maybe her aura isn’t a surefire guarantee of attraction. she isn’t exactly the most forthcoming or warm person, and if mysterious and quiet isn’t ur type from a bombshell then 🤷‍♀️ oh well

💪 : What is your OC’s most physically attractive attribute? 

SHES GOT A LOT GOING ON THAT I THINK R NICE TO LOOK AT OKAY…..….. the most miscellaneous thing is that her hair’s a little messy n got hair falling in her face sometimes in a way that kinda covers her eye and that’s like. eroi.

most conventionally attractive thing abt her is divided b/w her long legs or her eyes overall (shape/eyelashes/irises/etc) 🤧 but if we get into the ‘weird’ category of miscellaneous things that are still kinda conventional. the list kinda looks like: her shoulder width + shoulder angle… her slender neck… sharp but subtle jawline… her cheekbones… her height… her mouth.. the defined collarbone…. torso-waist-hip ratio…. i think i’m allowed to allude to her asscheek. her many piercings… her long fingers… the way she’s definitely a mature n femme beauty but she’s kinda handsome if u look at her under the right lens. her moodier expressions that in my heart r so sultry/mysterious. she’s nicely muscled naturally, but she’s got a softer-toning to her. as ‘willowy’ as she can be depicted, i also like how subtly solid she is, u feel. i like her biceps and stomach specifically. her back is really nice. i like her sharp teeth. idt anybody needs to point out the small breast size thing but i think its charming and it has to be pointed out.

🧠 : What is your OC’s most mentally attractive attribute?

she is so sharp and levelheaded... thorough and observant……. focused n dedicated but entirely self-aware…….. competency make my peepee hard.

this is actually a vinh red-flag but i think it’s hot how she doesn’t tell u anything and is very mistrustful despite her general front of honesty 😍 like yes girl lie to me

also her being shockingly resolute with her morals/values despite generally being the begrudging coward who never puts up the rebellious/troublemaker front. the risk of her double-crossing is actually pretty high . ppl who u would never expect to be so underhanded but they’ll do what they feel they must while still playing by your rules 🤤

but also i rly love her mental fortitude… girl can rly tank a hit or weather thru centuries and still stand unbroken!!! she’s the final bastion!!!! idt any other of my ocs quite has the same level of like, genuine capacity to be eroded??? like ofc a chunk of it is coming from her mild self destructive tendencies (hot) but her really repressed sense for self preservation (also hot) keeps her in the weirdest cycle of not actually being able to discard her dignity to call it quits!!!! she will keep going even after there is nothing left on her to go on because she is perpetual and will never be satisfied !!! girl is an engine!!! girl is the dry corpse that will not stop moving and bleeding!!!

👀 : Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage?

she’s very aware that other ppl think of her as attractive and she’s pretty conventional in her appeal, but doesn’t rly. feel it? cherish the notion? not that she thinks she’s ugly but she just rly doesn’t get the hype.

technically only uses it to her advantage when trying to keep herself presentable — i.e. may adapt herself if someone’s perception of her dictates she should lean harder into being appealing in that way.

👃 : Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent?

did u know i stood in a yankee candle for like 15 minutes sniffing candles last week to embed scents in my brain to know if i could label them as vinhcore in my head. i have Also been previously tempted to sign up for perfume samples just to know more abt scents for the same exact reason. what does that tell u. what does that say about me, we will ignore that.

i think she smells rly… rich. expensive. a kinda sultry perfume? smth with amber that isn’t particularly sweet but floral w musk in a complex way…? but i feel like if im aiming to encompass the colder aspect of her character. it’s still going to lean harder towards floral but it’s less spice and more… woody. aromatic. smth kinda white floral/powdery.

👂 : Does your OC have an attractive voice?

hot to ME. HOT TO ME!!!! this vid is the latest one but it has her outdated art on it and its kinda fried but nonetheless

but i like her voice :-} smooth and low but without toeing too much of the line of strained?? lowkey considering changing her eng va again but that’ll happen whenever it happens tbh

bonus videos bc i like her voice on king of fighters and this is technically the least incriminating video i have for azur lane im sorry for the booby and hole boat girl game

🚲 : Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?

teeeeechnically monogamy-minded…? open to being polyam/having an open relationship. tho it’d be probably still be Nice to settle down some day. maybe. theoretically. it’s smth she needs to address eventually, but it’s just not rly on her plate rn. if it crops up in this time tho, then so be it.

she’s meandering around the metaphorical field bc ppl seem to need her more over there, but she still doesn’t rly get much satisfaction out of that either. not that satisfaction was ever rly much of an end goal for her 💀she views her relationships more as a job commitment than a romantic commitment, hence the blasé attitude towards the topic. think it’d be best to just say she’s going with the flow.

😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?

it’s always a bit hard to actually catch vinh’s eye, but… who can resist a brief onceover at a modern-day adonis.

aside from that, she’s always a little fascinated by sharp-wits, or ppl who just radiate a certain charisma that lends itself well to leading themselves or a subsequent aura of proficiency. vinh’s prone to falling in line with people who have their own sense of gravity.

💘 : Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming?

she’s defo not awkward (being unsociable aside) but charming is a bit of a reach. interesting to talk to in her own right bc she’s been drilled on navigating events and ‘intellectually stimulating’ other’s minds to some degree by tradition’s decree, but being flirtatious or forthcoming is neither here nor there for her 😔

💋 : Is your OC a good kisser? How do they do it?

she knows her way around the block ❤️ granted, it’s usually pretty half-hearted bc she’s just not rly all that in-tune with expressing intimacy for most people. she’s just not rly gonna take much of a lead or initiate much. stays pretty chaste if its up to her, a fleeting smooch 2 the corner of the lip always seems 2 get the job done.

opposite end of the scale is she trusts them more so she’s more open 2 being intimate 🤯 a passionate/entangled makeout type at her core, but that’s actually a very rare occurence still. the things she usually initiates r very prim n formal but its very dear that she’s infatuated enough that she feels compelled to express it 🤧

🦴 : Does your OC have much sexual experience? What are they like?

shhhhhshshhhhhshhhhhhhh shushshushshush

answer is yes, plenty, and the experiences are….. okay. she doesn’t think about it very hard.

it’s only been recently that she’s become more active? she hasn’t been off the mountain or cloud for that long, and she’s been separated from her nation’s (elite) culture for an even shorter span of time. granted, it’s been a few years but nonetheless. there’s very long and pronounced gaps in her activity in most centuries prior to where we encounter her, and those are life long secrets that have been kept mostly under tight wraps. she’s known for being quite prudish back home, actually.

style-wise… 🤪 vinh’s very attentive and tends 2 heavily prioritize her partner’s needs. down for whatever bc she doesn’t rly have anything in mind, but isn’t exactly the easiest person to ‘rile up’. a servicing type that keeps a very level-head. isn’t rough at all, but she makes up for it in precision and (sometimes) passion. her composure slips a bit (…a lot?) when the shoe’s on the other foot of who’s getting the brunt of the attention. it seems there’s something going on over there about her actual preferences.

💞 : Do they treat sex casually or do they view it as something with a lot of emotional weight?

well it’s not the biggest deal in the world for her but sometimes it means a little more to her. most of the time she doesn’t rly have much faith or intention with her flings so she doesn’t invest much in them unless convinced otherwise.

🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?

she’s a very on-guard person and is prepared for a lot of things ppl will do or say to her, but sometimes things get around her own expectations and it makes her indifferent façade falter.

very pointed comments that she can’t really ‘dodge’, complimentary or not. other examples Also include ppl sometimes regarding her a little too humanely or just with a little too much dignity . and sure she might get flattered but the chances are much higher that she’ll just get more suspicious and on-edge.

🧸 : Into public displays of affection or are they more reserved?

very reserved and would never initiate anything pda 💀 she can handle being on the receiving end of some Some pda (within limits) but she tends to avoid it if possible. but as the artist/writer i believe firmly in targeting vinh bc you might find that she’s lying a little about how reserved she is.

💌 : How would they plan a romantic evening for a significant other?

well if there’s something she knows they enjoy then she’ll do her best to arrange it for them. she’s the type to enjoy quiet evenings. whether or not they physically go out, spending time with them is fine.

if it were entirely up to her though, i think her go-to is between staying in and eating smth home-cooked together (even tho she, doesnt rly need to eat,) and generally just decompressing (watch a movie, bake smth small, lay around on the couch, etc) OR a small outing to a museum/art gallery/etc and a nice dinner at a restaurant :-) and then the rest of the night is… also for decompressing . most of the time i think of where the actual romance/bonding for vinh is, i land on like… super quiet moments like being in bed or somewhere where u get the stronger sense of having her complete attention, like in a car or in a quiet corner of a room.

being lazy with a workaholic is a love language, that is my wisdom. intimacy exists in downtime and quiet !!!!

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

wooing isn’t exactly something she sets out to do — but her methods of courting don’t change much regardless of how much she likes or mistrusts her partner.

her courting style is best encompassed as promising them her service, and that definition of ‘service’ is incredibly broad in terms. she aims to please within the limits of her dignity, and rolling over to align herself with their expectations for her is pretty standard. she thinks its critical for them to rely on her somehow or to at least have some due purpose for her to stick around, whether it be in semantics or actual duty.

on a less cynical note, the more romantic version of vinh is just best understood as a very dedicated partner. she’s reliable and responsible — and even if she’s not a super affectionate lover right out the gate, there’s kinda comfort in how… present she is? constant she is? pillar of support for real!!! she wants the best for her lover, and if that best somehow includes her in the image, then she’ll try to accommodate it. biggest difference here is she actually feels like telling her partner stuff thats wrong or things that are just Up instead of just going and fixing it on her own without much of a word.

👙 : What kind of underwear do they use? Is it pretty or functional?

a function over fashion type of girl but a little bit of fashion doesn’t hurt. tends to stick to pretty simple styles and has a preference for dark colors — but she has some more ornate choices that…. were not her first choice, but she can appreciate a thoughtful gift.

actually have a doodle from months ago that was actually from thinking abt the logistics of what she wears and even tho pencil skirt era is over……. it’s still a tight skirt so it still counts.

#i wrote like 50% of it in the waiting room and half-way listening to hgtv in the bg about some resort #me in a post-surgery daze: i gotta finish this immediately #v speaks #vinh torch #[magma] #…..im not putting the rest of the tags this is going 2 die with me #im just abusing these tags to talk my ass off but i’ll post me artfight info tmrw but i still gotta update shit and finish up some refs 🤪 #also i turn 20 in like 8 minutes hi gang this has been a very jarring near 3 years

[squidwen]

Hi dear! It's me again ^^ I'm sorry but can I ask 14, 23, and 24 for Vane? Only if you want! Thank you so much for creating such a unique, sensitive and precious character. Vane deserves a lot of recognition and to be loved just the way he is, regardless of whether he's a caterpillar or if he wants to be a butterfly 💗💗💗

Thank you so much for all your support when it comes to my caterpillar boi. It's the highest honour a writer can be paid when you like their ocs and getting all this positive feedback makes me want to develop his character further!

Who knows? Maybe he will transform into a butterfly. He just needs the right moment - and people - around him.

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“A-A-Agatha?” Vane scurried back into his giant rose and closed the petal. Suspended 20ft in the air, the caterpillar had assumed he was safe from being disturbed. He probably shouldn’t have grown the flower so close to a tree. Agatha was sat on a branch; curious dewy eyes staring sweetly at him. 

After what happened the last time he’d seen her, Vane was feeling so embarrassed he nearly threw up. He chanced a look back, hoping she had gone, but Agatha’s silhouette was still visible through the pink petals. She wasn’t going to leave, was she. 

Don’t mess up this time, he thought to himself. If she falls from this height she will get hurt.  

“You have some more qu-questions?” Vane opened the flower and started shimmying down the stem. “A-Alright, but can we take the interview in my room again? I’m-” Worried you’ll fall, “behind on some studying and all my books are there.”

14. What are your favourite music genres?

That was an easy question, and frankly one that got Vane inspired. “W-Well, having antennae makes me sensitive to sound waves, so I love any music that has a decent bass tra-track. But also...” 

His eyes wandered over to a basket chest at the foot of his bed. Should he show her? He’d never shown anyone at the school what was inside, let alone what he could do with it. 

Despite his brain screaming to stop, he opened it and took out a double bass and a viola. 

“Ha-having four arms means I can play these at the same-same time.” He held their fingerboards with white knuckles. Please don’t ask me to play you a song. “I’m not-not that good. Not as good as-as Malleus Draconia on the violin, at least.” But if you did ask, I wouldn’t mind. If you gave me a few days to learn the notes. “Don’t tell Riddle I have these. He’ll force me to join the Heartslabyul or-orchestra!”

(So...yeah...Vane can play string instruments haha).

23. Have you ever had a crush on someone?/Do you have a crush now?

Straight back into the awkward questions? Vane sighed. He was beginning to suspect that Agatha wasn’t conducting a school interview like he’d initially thought. If it was for personal reasons, it took everything he had not to blush. 

“A cru-crush? N-N-No. The only girl-girls I have in my life are my god sisters. We used to play weddings when I was little, but after my parents sent me to an all-boys boarding school it stopped me looking for love altogether...” And who could love a podgy recluse that can’t even string a coherent sentence together without stammering? 

“In all honesty, though, I can’t t-tell if I crush on people or I’m just embarrass-embarrassed all the time. I go red, my palms sweat, I stammer. Those are all the symptoms of having a crush, r-right? But that’s what I do whenever anyone looks at me. I get nervous...or are those just butterflies in my stomach-ahem. N-Next question, please.”

24. What would you consider your main love language?

“Lang-language? How can I have a love language when I have-haven’t even mastered the one I sp-speak with?”

Agatha said something in response, but Vane only pretended to listen. His mind was elsewhere trying to come up with an answer that didn’t sound pathetic. “Okay...the truth is...but you promise not to laugh?” He took a deep breath and pointed to his head. “My main love language is touching people with my antennae. It-it’s an insect thing. Our antennae are sensitive and the most vulnerable part of our bodies. If we scratch them, or touch something rough, we feel the pain all over. I-If I were to touch...you- Just as an example! If-if I were to touch you with my antennae, it means I trust you and...want to be as close as I can be.”

Vane waited for the jokes, for the ridicule. But it didn’t come. Agatha wrote the last of her notes and smiled at him kindly. 

Vane felt naked. He’d never been asked such intimate questions. But now that it was out in the open, he felt oddly relieved. Like the portcullis to his soul had been lifted. “I-I hope that answers your questions,” he said. “Y-Y’know, no one’s been as interested in me as you have. I’m le-leaving next year and I don’t have many memories of this place outside the classrooms an-and my bedroom.”  

Now that he thought about it, Vane was beginning to warm to Agatha. Her curiosity was jarring at the beginning, but also quite charming. “Would you li-like to...do something together? At...some point? Maybe...soon?”  

#vane millingwood #TWST Vane #Twisted Wonderland Vane Millingwood #agatha oc #squidwen #nicoliaki #twst #twst oc #oc ask

[chuuconcon]

jotaro’s little sister w/ the crusaders

TAGS: fem!reader, fluff, platonic

WORDS: 771

A/N: this is kinda cringy but it’s been sitting in my drafts for like a month so 😐

being jotaro’s little sister may sound like the definition of a nightmare

and it sort of was.

let’s say you’re five years younger than him.

and for most of your life, he had protected you and cared for you openly.

he still did of course, just in his own way.

when he got that weird spirit that landed him in jail, you became worried.

especially when a spirit of your own appeared before you went to sleep, but you were convinced it was your tired mind playing tricks until the spirit kept showing up.

not long after, your grandfather shows up and explains the whole deal with DIO, later on asking jotaro to join him after your mother falls ill, for plot reasons an unknown reason, you don’t fall as ill as her, only slightly weaker.

and you’re determined to save your mom as well.

“grandpa! i wanna go too!”

“… a-aren’t you like 6?”

you were 12 thank you very much.

after a LOT of begging, grandpa joseph hesitantly allows you to come with, as long as you promised to always stay by his or your brother’s side so you wouldn’t get hurt.

you meet avdol, who becomes such a father figure for you. he treats your wounds throughout the journey, and always makes sure you’re comfortable and okay.

whenever you were cold at night, he would lightly smile at you before pulling you closer inside his cape and lighting some fire in his palm to warm you up.

next one you meet is kakyoin.

at first, he doesn’t really get close to you, even after you try and make conversation.

he just quietly listens, occasionally nodding.

but after a while of traveling together, you two become very close. laughing at silly jokes and talking about the latest video games.

he’s also very scared of you getting hurt or even dying at such an age because of this trip, so he becomes almost as protective as your two relatives when it came to your safety.

but there was no one in your group that made you laugh as hard as polnareff.

at first, you hated him, calling him a weird pervert.

he never understood why you called him a pervert, you never really knew how to answer.

you develop a friendly rivalry, joking, teasing, and being at each other's throats every second.

he sees his sister in you, which also makes him more protective, scared your fate will be the same as hers.

but in all honesty, pol just wants you to have a good time, knowing how hard it probably was for you, so young and small, wondering if your mom will even make it, or if you will even make it.

iggy and you were best friends, definitely.

you were the only one he never farted or bark angrily at.

he would always be on your lap, letting you do whatever you desired.

you were thankful for the trip because, aside from meeting four new friends, you could finally spend some time with your dear grandfather.

he is so protective of you. not letting anyone but the men in the group to even get near you.

so scared that he might lose you, he’d never forgiven himself.

whenever you got your period or any sort of girl problem, he’d be right there within seconds.

grandpa joseph is the one who cuddles you to sleep, telling you about his adventures or singing softly to make you fall asleep in his arms.

to him you were still just his tiny granddaughter, a baby.

and jotaro shared that sentiment.

he had seen you grown up, your father always absent so he was the only man you could look up to.

his little baby sister who he promised to never hurt.

he did hurt you though, not physically.

after some time, the once inseparable jotaro, starts to distance himself from you, and just like he screams at his mother, he screams at you.

holly is mature and understands that he’s going through a phase, that what he says is far from the truth.

but you don’t.

you start to think he hates you and give him his space.

but god if there’s someone jotaro loves most in this world was his little sister.

and you realized it during the trip to egypt.

when he would wipe your tears after you worried for yours and your mother's safety.

when he took multiple blows to the stomach in order to shield you.

and when he kissed your forehead and whispered a love you brat, pls don't leave me the night before you fought DIO.

#jjba x reader #SDC x reader #jojos bizzare adventure #jjba #fem reader #female reader #platonic #fluff #chuuconcon

[leossmoonn]

Hiiiii,

Can I request tvd characters reacting to the reader being egirl? Like the reader is their friend and she is and e girl, and i think for the vampires this style is very odd. Also could it be a female reader?

characters - stefan, damon, klaus, elijah, rebekah, kai, and katherine x fem!reader

includes - language, nsfw themes. me really badly describing e girl fashion 😭. some of these i imagined as the readers relationship w them being platonic or romantic, ill let yall know the difference

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stefan salvatore - platonic

okay i love stefan but tbh i don’t think he’d like your style….

AT FIRST.

it’s just different, you know?

and like i said, i love stefan but he’s a little bit basic 🌝

it just took some time for him to get used to

he isn’t used to seeing a someone with split-dyed hair, lots of eyeliner, drawn-on hearts with eyeliner, dark and layered clothes

but soon he grows to love your style and you!

you two are literally THE best friends

damon salvatore - romantic

lets be honest here

damon LOVES it

ofc in the beginning he would tease you bc you would always be dyeing your hair, wearing chokers that could puncture somebody if they got close enough to you, and long earrings that reached the floor

lol no but seriously, he always was attracted to you

he adores your style

obviously its a lot different from the other girls (quirky 🤪🤪🤪) but he likes the difference

you also look like someone who could kick ass and who is pessimistic and sarcastic and funny, and honestly, that’s his dream girl

you two definitely wear matching outfits

OMG AHH

i can imagine it now

cute couple fits!!!

he even lets you paint his nails

you find it so hot you two def stayed up all night 😏😏😏

and he loves loves loves showing you off at the mall, knowing that everyone is jealous and wants a piece of both of you

you two ALSO jam out to music in his car

you two def always get matching tattoos

he lets you do his eyeliner too!

damon with eyeliner…..

puts the dam in damon

klaus mikealson - platonic

i think klaus wouldn’t like it much either at first

but he quickly warms up to you

of course, hes just so used to seeing girls in big, period dresses or jeans and a nice blouse

but he quickly falls in love with your style

and honesty, he kinda wants your style too

i imagine him always asking you what to wear when he goes to mystic falls so he can impress caroline

i feel like he would see you as his little sister and so when you wear tight clothing and lots of make up hes like 👹👹👹👹👹

but he of course supports you no matter what

i don’t really have much to say about klaus 😭

elijah mikealson - romantic

elijah on the other hand…

your style and whole personality just intrigues him so much

like with being alive for so long, he’s def like seen literally every single different style

but this… you were new

and he was very very interested

and intimated

like he didnt realise one could be so alluring in dark clothes, chains, and different colored lipstick

he befriended you at first and you also found him very attractive

he was very charming and so different from literally everyone, he also intrigued you

its not really a question as to whether you two were the most hottest, but also surprising couple to step out

when you two walked together, elijah in his suits and combed back hair and you in your different colored hair, tattoos, and fishnet stockings

you both were quite a pair

and elijah really really loves your style and the bold, confident attitude you bring towards the table

youre not afraid to wear what you like, youre not afraid to say what you want to say, and you look fine as hell doin so

elijah even lets you dress him up one day and you had so much fun hehe

he looked like 10 years younger w his hair messy and the necklaces and the painted nails hehe

bottom line is, elijah fully supports and loves your style. its really his favourite part of you :)

rebekah mikaelson - platonic

rebekah looooves your style as well

your style is one of the reasons why she was like "yes. we have to be best friends."

she has a flair for the dramatic and she loves fashion, so of course she would love your style

unlike klaus, she has seen and even dabbled in the e-girl style

i feel like what she wore was more on the goth but like, whatever

you two definitely do your makeup for each other and pick each other's outfits

borrowing clothes does become an every day thing

you two are literally conjoined to the hip

you introduce her to music that she's never heard of (even in her 1,000 years of being alive)

you get her to wear fishnets socking, cool different coloured eyeliner, and cool hairstyles

you two are the baddest bitches in mystic falls and new orleans

kai parker - romantic

kai is all over you from the start

doesn't help the fact that he hasn't had a girlfriend in like, 20 years lolllll

but anyways, you just attract him so much

from your makeup, to your clothes, to your laugh, to your caring and strong persona, you got him wrapped around your finger 😉

he loves going shopping with you and seeing all the cute outfits you make up

he also lets you do his makeup. he is very in with the eyeliner

he likes lookin' like a bad boy, you know him lol

you two definitely fit in with each other so well

like if soulmates were a thing, you two being together would be fate!

katherine pierce - romantic

okay so katherine def saw you as competition first

she was like

“ugh she likes she so better than me? bull 🙄🙄”

but you decide to try and get around her little grudge and force her to hang out with you

she then sees how cool you are and becomes your friend!

after hanging out for a while you two develop feelings for each other, especially katherine

like homegirl has fallen haaarrrdddd

every thing about is just so perfect and not to mention, just your style and your personality tie it all in together

so she asks you out after a lil and ofc you say yes

you two def do each other's makeup

you show katherine new tips that she swore she's always known (no she never has lol)

matching outfits are definitely a thing between you two, too!

katherine just loves you so much and really just supports yo u101% 24/7 :))

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hope you liked this! :))

#tvd #tvd imagine #stefan salvatore x reader fluff #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #kalus mikealson #klaus mikealson x reader #elijah mikealson #elijah mikealson x reader #kai parker #kai parker x reader #rebekah mikealson x reader #katherine pierce x reader

[lostinwildflowers]

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

Summary: Prince Ushijima can have anything he wants; the finest foods and drinks, butlers at every call, and beautiful princesses in a heartbeat. But somehow all he wants is you.

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: FLUFF<3

A/N: Hey y'all! Here is yet ANOTHER submission for The Royal Rodeo collab!! I hope my Ushiwaka simps out there appreciate this one :) -Birch<3

A prince can have whatever they want. They have wealth, servants, plentiful food, and many women at their disposal. This is true for Prince Ushijima Wakatoshi, the smart, well-loved, and quiet ruler of Shiratorizawa.

He was much nicer than his father had been, who had passed away only a few years ago, leaving his mother, the queen, to rule on her own. The brown-haired prince did his best to pick up the slack around the palace, and that’s one of the reasons why everyone loved him so much.

You were no different from everyone else, drawn in by his quiet humor and kind demeanor. You were one of his maids, who was efficient, patient, and always ready to help out wherever needed.

You knew that you were a good worker, you tried to be honest and precise in everything you did, but it was still a bit of a surprise to be assigned to Prince Ushijima to be his personal maid.

The thing with Prince Ushijima was that he never seemed to like any of the butlers he’d ever had. That was all except for his close friend, Tendou, but Ushijima preferred a maid, and that’s why you were to begin working under his watch.

Ushijima loved the way you worked silently, never forcing him to talk or even acting fake in front of him. You would clean his laundry, make his bed, and even tidy up his desk without a sigh or hum, you were just content to be working so close to someone who was so well-loved.

Although you did many menial and tedious cleaning tasks, you also did many other simple chores like grabbing him a glass of water before going into a meeting or warming up a cup of milk before bed.

Your favorite thing about working with Ushijima was the fact that he always thanked you after everything you did for him. He would thank you for straightening his tie, handing him a folder, and even wishing him well in an important meeting.

Ushijima was kind to you for a specific reason though, and he wanted to make sure that you had everything you needed to be under his service. He thought you could’ve been doing a lot better of things rather than serving him in the palace, so he liked to keep an eye on you.

Over the shared months of soft and kind gestures, Ushijima begins to open up to you with small conversations. It was when you were grabbing him his suit for the day, or he would ask you small things like what your favorite flavor of coffee is whenever you brought him his cup in the morning.

These small and sweet conversations escalated, and Ushijima found himself craving your presence like a sweet candy. He wanted nothing more than to hear you gush on about your favorite arts or the small bed of flowers you saw outside the castle that day.

That’s why he offers for you to accompany him on casual strolls throughout the palace. To everyone else, you were simply there to run off and grab something the second he asked for it, but for him, he enjoyed your talks and company, so no one suspected anything.

These casual strolls go on for a few months as summer drifts into winter, and the kingdom ices over. The two of you have both grown fond of each other in the quiet moments you steal away from everyone else, even though it was harder to get away with it being so frigid outside.

On this day in particular, the two of you managed to sneak away for a walk through the palace, down on the lower floors near the basement where you wouldn’t be bothered as much.

Your (colored) eyes scan the corridor in front of you as you walk slowly next to the crowned prince of Shiratorizawa. The two of you were quiet, the only sounds ringing out in the long hallway was that of footsteps and the rustling of your skirts with every step you took.

Hands pushing on your waist and the wall slamming into your back causes the air to get knocked out of your lungs in an instant, and your eyes struggle to focus on the face of Ushijima. His green eyes stare down at you with an unspoken intensity, but he breaks contact to glance over his shoulder.

Ushijima had pushed you into a small nook carved into the walls, a space that usually would store small things that would later be moved. He resumes looking at you and his features soften a little as he murmurs, “I’m sorry for being so rough with you, I didn’t mean to be.”

Your hands are splayed out against the marbled wall behind you and your mouth is slightly parted open as you try to catch your breath. Your brain can barely register Ushijima’s proximity, let alone the feeling of his hands on your sides.

You end up just giving him a simple nod, and when you go to ask him what he was doing, he beats you to it. “I like you, my dear Y/n. I am very eager for our walks and am always wishing for time to move faster so I can be with you. I was wondering if you felt the same way.”

Wide (colored) eyes blink up at him, and your mouth gapes open and closed a few times before you clear your throat and whisper, “Yes.”

You shake your head at your simple response and stutter out, “W-what I mean to say is that I’ve liked you for a while now too, I just didn’t think you would ever feel the same way about me.”

Ushijima hums at your confirmation, and he leans closer to you, his green eyes had grown dark from being in the small nook in the wall. His hips press flush up against your own, pinning you down with his superior body weight.

Your breath hitches in your throat as his nose brushes against your own and he whispers against your lips, “I suppose you won’t mind if I do this then?”

At that, Ushijima leans down to close the gap between the two of you, tenderly pressing his lips to your own before allowing his mouth to move against yours. Your hands move away from the wall to slide up and onto his chest, allowing them to rest on his shoulders as he kisses you.

Ushijima moves his hands from your waist, letting one push up against the wall behind you to brace his body, and then the other gently guides your chin upwards, repeatedly allowing himself to kiss you as much as he likes.

Footsteps sound out from down the hallway, but Ushijima doesn’t pull away from you. In fact, he pushes you deeper into the nook with two large steps, completely caging you in. He continues to kiss you though, his hand moving from your chin the whole way down to your waist.

As greedy as his kiss is, Ushijima is nothing but respectful in the way he holds you. His grip is firm but warm, and you can’t help but melt in his touch as sparks seem to fly around you.

Ushijima’s hands grow slightly rougher when you gasp into his mouth, and the footsteps are right outside of the nook at this point. You take the hint at needing to be quieter, so you link your arms around his neck, and hold yourself closer to him while playing with the hair at the base of his neck.

The footsteps fade away after a minute or two, and Ushijima slowly pulls away from you. Both of your chests are heaving as he rests his forehead against your own, his eyes half-lidded as he looks down at you.

Your eyes are dopey and hazed over, a faraway look residing in them while your lips are bruised and pink from the vigor of his kiss. Ushijima moves his hand from the wall to brush a strand of hair out of your eyes with a kind smile.

He lets his hand linger on the side of your head before he murmurs lowly, “I would like to court you, my dear. In private, of course. I would never want to subject you to the monstrosity that is the royal family.”

Your eyes flutter closed for a second as you regain your breath but then you sigh out quietly, “I’m no princess, Ushijima. I’m not suitable for someone of your status, we shouldn’t even be here right-” “I want you.”

His words are blunt, and when you regain eye contact with him, you can’t see any hints of a lie or any sliver of dishonesty in him. Ushijima shuffles on his feet for a second before continuing, “You’re the one that I want. You make me feel like no one else ever has. You give me butterflies, you make me nervous, you made me fall in love with you.”

Ushijima glances down toward his feet and mutters, “Look, I know this is a peculiar situation, but I want nothing more than to be with you.” At the end of his words, he resumes eye contact with you, and you can see a soft blush painting his cheeks at the honesty of his confession.

You feel your heart swell at his words and you just nod in response before rushing out, “Okay, but-” You are quite rudely interrupted as Ushijima pushes you into another kiss, as your affirmation was enough for him.

No one questioned it when the two of you both appeared later that evening, slightly disheveled as you moved your separate ways. You might not have been a princess, but you were suitable enough for him.

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[shotorozu]

TITLE : CARTOON KISSES

pairing : todoroki shouto x reader

synopsis : it looks like your boyfriend doesn’t understand why you like miraculous ladybug, but i guess you could say that he was more jealous, than confused. thus— why he did that

legend : [Y/N = your name, L/N = your name] afab! reader with they/them pronouns, quirk not specific

note(s) : self indulgent because yeah, my birthday‼️‼️ yes i’m an aries. the episode i’m referencing in this fic is backwarder— season 3, episode 4, and dark cupid, season 1, episode 10

this is a birthday fic for me 💅🤍✨‼️

Lately, everything has been hectic— on both sides anyway.

Was it really your fault? Or was it his fault? In fact, it wasn’t either of yours faults. UA was just very meticulous about what the students should be doing when and how.

Then again, it wasn’t like you never saw your boyfriend— Todoroki Shouto; the boy with dual colored hair that could easily blend in with the peppermint candy isle. That’s not the point though, you do actually see him

The only time you get to actually spend some time with him, is when the two of you are in each other’s rooms. Either enveloped in each others arms, or really— doing the most random things, at the most random times.

Or the other possible outcome, watching shows together. Which would rather be right about now.

Shouto lays right beside you, his right arm draped around your shoulder to keep you in his firm hold. Meanwhile, you’re cuddled up right on his side, occasionally pressing your face into his shirt because why not?

“For crying out loud! can’t they just date each other already?!” You exclaim in absolute agony, watching the two main protagonists— Ladybug and Chat Noir, be playful with each other mid-battle.

Shouto’s gaze averts down onto you, and in reality— he doesn’t look all that invested, compared to you, who’s making commentary everytime something drastic happens in the episode. If he wasn’t, you couldn’t really blame him. He only just started watching this show with you merely a few days ago (really, it has only been 2 days.)

“Aren’t they like.. the same people?” He’s puzzled. The masks hide nothing! Even he could piece together that the two heroes could be linked to their civilian selves— most especially, Marinette. Since her persona doesn’t really have a drastic change her appearance, in comparison to her partner.

“Yes, that’s what makes this entire show so.. interesting! They’re so.. oblivious! And this has been dragging on for several years!”

Shouto’s confused, in all honesty. Really, what even is the love square? can’t they just say who they are? he’d guess that the mechanics are different, compared to the real world— where people already know who you are (excluding special cases)

He has so many questions, and his train of thought is put to an end, when he hears a high pitched squeal—

“DID YOU JUST SEE THAT?” You practically squirm in his hold, thrashing back and forth as you replay the scene of Chat Noir kissing Ladybug’s hand, as he bids farewell to her.

“He.. kissed her hand?”

“Yes!” You replay the scene, and you thrash around in your spot on the bed, practically fawning over the simple gesture. His expression falters when he sees you slip out of his grasp, and he can only gently pull you back in

When you kiss his cheek goodbye, as you part ways with him, he’s left sitting in silence. He doesn’t know what to think

I mean, it really could be a stretch of a situation. Why else would you be squealing watching such simple acts of romance— and it all seems too easy. Maybe you like guys similar to Chat Noir? who are natural romantics, and people that are just oozing of confidence? Maybe you love hand kisses? (It’s not like he doesn’t give you them, but.. out in public? not really.)

Or maybe.. there’s something else.

And maybe you like being called M’lady, and names similar to that? he doesn’t really know.

Which is why, he decides to binge at least half of the show, and understand the lore of “Miraculous | Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir”

»»————-　♡　————-««

You’re puzzled when Shouto starts acting differently

I mean, it could be a dare for all you know— but he doesn’t seem like the type to drag out a dare for 5 days. He wouldn’t be that committed to a.. what would you call this?

It’s.. just different. He’s acting differently, and you could just hope it’s a prank, or even a drawn out consequence of a bet he manage to lose— it would be nice to know about the sudden change of attitude.

He says nothing the next time you guys have another miraculous marathon, nothing out of the ordinary! however, the youngest Todoroki seems to be wanting to do.. something.

As per usual, you’re seated next to him, a change compared to the usual times where you’re slumped against his side, which really— bugged your boyfriend.

Your eyes stayed glued onto the screen, as you attentively watched Chat Noir pull Ladybug down from a dangling roof, chest to chest, shushing her, as if he wanted to tell her all of the things that were on his mind at that exact moment

“It’s happening, it’s happening!” You squeal, as if it wasn’t the 10th time you played said scene— and by the looks of it, you’re a ‘ladynoir’ fan.

You can’t see it, but his two toned eyes narrow down into slits— and he grumbles, knowing that he probably should just.. do it. There’s not stopping it now, he’d take the chance.

When the moment nearly happened, you body made an impulse— and simply moved on it’s on, without much thought.

You wouldn’t have noticed it, due to the awfully large (to an outsider, it wasn’t a large distance, but to him, it was.) distance— but you’re awfully aware of the warm hand trailing down your forearm, your body immediately relaxes when he tugs on your arm with care, peppering kisses along your forearm, and going down to the backside of your hand.

“W-what are you doing?!” You exclaim in surprise, your cheeks heating up like a fresh batch of toast coming out of the toaster. Yet, your hot-cold boyfriend says nothing, and continues to plant kisses onto your skin with no hesitation.

Then, he makes a point to trail back higher and higher, every time his lips press against your skin, you only grow closer to the brink of overheating.

“I figured you’d be interested in such a gesture,” He mutters against the crook of your neck, not caring at all if the kiss he just pressed against your delicate skin, was rather damp at all.

You’re still stunned, you’d question whoever wouldn’t! A second ago, you were just watching cartoons and.. he was—

“I thought it would be nice to.. replicate them.” His gaze shifts onto the screen, referring to the cartoon, of course.

He.. was copying the show?

“You mean by.. flustering me like how Chat Noir flusters Ladybug?”

“You said it, not me.” Which only confirmed your previous theories and questions. You don’t know why and how you didn’t see this all before— but it does make sense now.

You fall forward, bursting into laughter. The effect of his actions seem to be the opposite of what he was hoping for

“I’m sorry, did I..”

“No! You actually got me, don’t get me wrong. You absolutely wooed me!” You poke at his cheek, in a poor attempt in brightening up the hush mood.

“In all seriousness, you don’t need to copy whatever Chat Noir does! Do what feels natural to you, and as much as I really liked that kiss, I prefer.. your signature style of kisses.” Shouto didn’t get the chance to question what you meant at that moment— it being all too quick, since you lifted his arm to rest against his side, your gaze suddenly apologetic “I’m sorry if you felt like you were doing things wrong. No character from a TV show can rival you!”

The knot that he didn’t even know existed, slowly eased away from the pit of his stomach. He smiles, content with your words— he didn’t know how you did it, how you knew the way to his heart with your words but.. he’s happy

“But it did work though, right? I did make you flustered.”

Yeah, Shouto is back to normal, when his terribly blunt questions come back.

And yeah, Chat Noir might be charismatic and swave, but at the end of the day— anything Shouto does fills you with satisfaction, up until the brim.

If it would be cartoon kisses, or his signature style of affection.

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[ibuki-loves-you]

Trigger Happy Havoc Girls with an S/O who is like Mikan

Warnings: Mikan's personality/actions

Mod Ibuki: Hey hey hey!! Sorry for the long wait on this :/ I hope it was worth it, though!

Kyoko:

Kyoko was immediately worried for your safety

She had a lot of questions

Why were you so shy? Had you been through something?

She kept those questions to herself though

If someone ever made fun of you, she’d glare

Literally just walk up to you, wrap on arm around your waist and the other on your arm

And glare

If you ever took a fall in front of her she’d carefully lean down and help you up, suggestive or not

Although she might blush a bit if it was a suggestive position

“There, you’re alright. It was just a small trip, thankfully.”

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for her, she would be appalled

“Love, I don’t want you to take your clothes off because I’m not in a particularly good mood. Bad moods are normal, that doesn’t mean you take your clothes off every time it happens. Don’t offer that to me unless you personally want to do it.”

Kyoko is not someone you can look at and feel as if she’s mad at you, because she makes it clear if she is

But if you did think she was, she’d be pretty upset

“No, love. I’m not mad. You did absolutely nothing wrong. Nothing at all. I honestly don’t think I can be mad at you. You just seem to make everything better.”

Kyoko’s heart skips a beat whenever you’re around <3

Hina:

Hina LOVED YOU

The minute you two met she did not let you out of her sight for long periods of time

She was just worried someone would hurt you or take advantage of you

If someone ever made fun of you, she’d be so mad

No one wants to deal with mad swimmy baby

“That is so rude, you know!? That was completely uncalled for! There was absolutely no reason to say that! Now apologize!”

If you ever took a fall in front of her, she would honestly fall too just to make you feel less embarrassed

She’d cover you if need be, though

Either with clothing or with herself when she “falls”

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for her, she’d be in shock

Mainly because you offered it to her because you thought she was upset

“What!? Please, S/O, no! Don’t say that! Taking your clothes off won’t make me feel better, cuddles will! Get over here! Because of that statement, I demand you let me cuddle you!”

If you ever thought Hina was mad, which is rare, she’d he so upset

“Baby! No! Not at all! I could never be mad at you! I swear! Your face is just too adorable to be mad at!”

Swimmer baby just wants your happiness above all

Celestia:

Celeste would never admit it if anyone asked

But she loved you the minute she laid eyes on you

Your personality only made her want to be with you more

Not many people dared to bother you, but if an unlucky soul did try to do such a thing…

Celeste would give them a run for their money

“Are you fucking kidding me!? How dare you!? Why don’t you crawl back into whatever ditch you crawled out of and leave my significant other alone! Do I make myself clear!?” She’d turn to you and give you a soft smile. “Come on, dear. Let’s go get some tea to cheer you up, yes?”

If you fell in front of her, she wouldn’t be able to catch you without falling herself, but she’d immediately take your hands and help you up

“Come now, darling. Don’t cry, it was an accident. Everything is alright.”

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for her, it would take a second to click

But once it did her reaction was similar to Kyoko’s

“Darling, I don’t wish for you to take off your clothes merely because Yamada put me in a foul mood. I would much rather you keep said clothes on and have a cup of tea with me, maybe some conversation as well. Please don’t offer yourself to me out of pity.”

If you ever thought she was made at you, she honestly thought she was gonna cry

“W-What? Dear, no. Not one bit. Not one ounce of me is angered by you. I love you far too much to be mad at you. Now, come here and let me hug you.”

Celeste truly does care about you, more than she has cared for anyone before <3

Sakura:

Protective

That’s it

Sakura wants your safety above all, because she knows how shy people can be taken advantage of easily

If anyone dared to make fun of you, oh boy

Sakura is fucking terrifying

“I suggest you run before I snap you in half.”

That’s all it takes to send them on their way

If you fell in front of her, she would definitely be able to catch you

And she would!

But if you did manage to miss her arms, she’d pick you right back up and hold you

“See? I got you. Everything is okay.”

If you offered to take your clothes off for her, she’d be calmer, but nonetheless upset

“Hey, don’t do that. I don’t want you because of your body. I want you because of your personality. That’s what I fell in love with. Don’t offer yourself to me, or anyone else. Ever. It’s your body, you can most certainly choose what to do with it.”

If you thought she was angry with you, she’d be so quick to tell you otherwise

“No, not at all. I am not mad in the slightest. Even if I was, I’d never take my anger out on you. That’s wrong, and I love you too much to even think about doing that.”

With Sakura as your girlfriend, you will always be protected. And that’s a promise

Mukuro:

Mukuro is shy, but definitely not as shy as you

Like Sakura, she wanted your safety above all

Let it be from others or her cruel sister

If someone ever made fun of you, she’d be pretty angry

Hell, she may put those skills of hers to good use

“Hey. Don’t let me hear you say something like that again. Ever. That’s just plain disgusting.”

If you ever took a fall in front of her, her reflexes are extremely fast, so she’d try her absolute best to catch you

More often she does, but on the off chance she’s unsuccessful, she’d apologize with a bright blush

“I-I’m sorry, love. I tried to catch you, uh, I’m sorry. Here, grab my hands.”

If you offered to take your clothes off for her, she’d immediately say no

“S-S/O! No! No, I-I don’t want you to do that! I-I’m not in a bad mood, and even if I was I wouldn’t want you to take your clothes off just to try to improve my mood! Please don’t offer that to me, that’s practically violating you! And I don’t want to do that!”

If you ever thought she was mad at you, poor girl might cry

“L-Love, I’m not mad at all. I-I promise. Even if I was mad, I don’t think it could be caused by you in all honesty. I love you, okay?”

Soldier baby’s heart go brrr

Sayaka:

Shy or not, Sayaka’s a cute blushy mess around you

She still teases you in a friendly manner, but always makes sure you know she’s only playing

If anyone over bothered you, she’d be incredibly salty

Like, pettiness and all

“Oh, so that’s how you’re gonna be? Well, I’ll have you know that my significant other is NOT gonna do that. You’re a rude person and I hope karma hits you hard.”

If you took a fall in front of her, she’d screech so sound and try to catch you, but would most likely fail

When she saw that you were embarrassed, like Hina she would trip to make you feel better

“See, S/O? It’s fine! Now we both tripped, hehe! Isn’t that funny!”

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for her, she’d hug you immediately and try to make you happy

“Nope! I don’t want that, okay? I want to kiss your cute face! Not rub up on you because you want to make me happy! Now c’mere, so I can kiss your cute face!”

If you ever thought she was mad at you, though, she’d be really sad

“What? No, I’m not mad at all! Let alone at you! I promise, S/O. Even if I was mad, I’d have a peaceful conversation. Not a screaming match about it! Now, give me a hug!”

Sayaka will hug you as much as you please, as long as it makes you happy <3

Toko:

Toko thought you were annoying at first

But then she realized how similar you two were

Not long after, she fell in love with you

Just like in those cheesy novels she writes

If someone ever bothered you, she’d get pretty mad

Lowkey considers letting Syo out

“H-Hey, asshole! T-That’s a r-real d-dick t-thing to say! S-So w-why d-don’t you just g-go back to w-whatever ditch y-you crawled o-out of a-and d-die!”

If Syo was around when someone bothered you, well I think we know how that'll go

They aren't around anymore, especially if they were a pretty boy

If you ever fell in front of her, she’d lowkey get second-hand embarrassment, but would help you up anyways

“Hey, l-look, you’re fine. N-Not a scrape or anything. Y-You’re okay.”

Syo would leap into action immediately and pull you to your feet

"See!? It's like you never even fell! You're okay! No tears, I hate seeing you cry!"

If you ever offered to take your clothes off for her, she’d freak the fuck out

“W-What!? N-No! D-Don’t do t-that! K-Keep your clothes o-on! I-I’m n-not mad! E-Even if I w-was, I w-wouldn’t w-want you to s-strip! Y-You’re t-too p-pretty for t-that!”

If Syo was around, she would as well

"What!? Oh no no no, this just won't do! You're body is far to marvelous to be shown so willingly, y'know that? Don't let others see it so easy! Even if it is just me! Doesn't matter!"

If you thought she was mad at you, she’d scoff at first, but then realize you were being serious

“What? I’m not m-mad at you. W-Why would I b-be mad at y-you? I-I have no reason to b-be. D-Don’t say that, I-I’d tell you if I-I was mad at you...S-Speaking as if I-I c-could g-get mad at y-you.”

Syo would latch onto you and hug you, giving you a little spin

"No, dollface! I'm not angry at all! See? I'm happy! So happy! Especially because my baby-cakes is here! Now, c'mon! Gimme a smooch!"

Even though she’d deny it at first, Toko really does love you

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #thh #dr1 #kyoko kirigiri #kyoko kirigiri x reader #aoi asahina #aoi asahina x reader #celestia ludenberg #celestia ludenburg x reader #sakura ogami #sakura ogami x reader #mukuro ibukasa #mukuro ikusaba x reader #sayaka maizono #sayaka maizono x reader #toko fukawa #toko fukawa x reader #genocider syo #mod ibuki writes!

[gredandforgesmischief]

long story short - f.w

title: long story short

pairing: fred x female slytherin reader

summary: fred has been in love with y/n since they were fifteen, but the universe was never really on their side. (idk i'm bad at writing summaries but basically best friends to lovers. this takes place during gof in the spring.) this is also vaguely inspired by "long story short" by taylor swift bc i'm obsessed w her (see if you can find the lyrics)

other characters/pairings mentioned: adrian pucey/y/n, fred/angelina, george weasley, harry potter, ron weasley, neville longbottom

content warnings: its all fluff, some parts can be construed as angsty?? maybe probably not. sad fred at some point. sad y/n at some point. fred and y/n are both clueless all the time for no reason.

a/n: i wrote this with my Head Empty, but I hope you enjoy (feedback welcomed) also this wasn't proof read so ignore any grammatical errors

“... right Fred?”

“Yeah that’s cool, whatever,” Fred grumbled as a very irritated George hit his side.

The pair were having breakfast at the Gryffindor table, and the two were supposed to be brainstorming shop ideas, but it was apparent that Fred’s mind was off somewhere else.

Regardless of how hard he tried, Fred’s mind was often clouded with his feelings about Y/N. The two had been best friends since third year, and it took him a long time to realize that he wanted to be much more than just her best friend. But just as expected, right as Fred realized, Y/N had gotten into a relationship.

“Dude, Y/N is with Adrian now, you need to get over it,” George said. While he did feel bad for his twin, there wasn’t much that either of them could do about it.

Fred nodded, but just as he was about to respond to his brother, he noticed a flustered Y/N get up from the Slytherin table. In all honesty, if Fred hadn’t been staring at her he wouldn’t have noticed how distraught she was. Without another thought, the ginger boy got up from his seat and followed her into the corridor.

“Y/N, wait up!” Fred called out, not quite sure what he was going to say to her. The Slytherin girl slowed down, waiting for her friend to catch up.

When it came to his and Y/N’s relationship, there wasn’t a lot they wouldn’t talk about, but Y/N’s relationship with Adrian was a conversation that was often avoided. Y/N knew how Fred felt about Adrian, so she made an effort to keep the two as separate portions of her life.

“Hi, Fred,” Y/N’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes glossy.

Fred winced. Up until she had started dating Adrian, Y/N always called Fred by his nickname. When Y/N started dating Adrian she pulled away from Fred quickly. He could tell she tried to make everything seem normal, but it wasn’t.

“Is everything alright? You walked out of the Great Hall a bit fast.” Fred said. The pair were now sitting on a bench in the courtyard.

“Just… some stuff with Adrian.” Y/N said, knowing that there was no way that Fred would allow her to leave it at that. There was an ever growing vendetta that Fred had against Adrian, and him hurting Y/N would probably be the worst thing that the Slytherin could do.

“Listen, I know I’m not Adrian’s number one fan, but I’m still your best friend.” Fred said, hoping that Y/N would talk to him. It had been months since the two had chatted about anything of substance and he feared their friendship would fall apart if they kept avoiding each other.

Y/N went silent for a moment, weighing her options in her head. After a short while she looked at Fred and started, “Have you ever been in love?”

The question completely caught Fred off guard. He wasn’t exactly sure what he expected Y/N to say, but that wasn’t a question he was prepared to think about.

Sure, Fred had dated around during his time at Hogwarts, but the only person he had ever really loved was Y/N. It wasn’t something he had ever wanted to talk about with her, particularly because he didn’t know how great he would be at concealing his emotions. How terrible would it be for him to confess it to her while she was in a relationship?

Fred nodded, “Yeah, I’ve been in love before.”

“How did you know? What did it feel like?” Y/N asked, looking genuinely curious. Was Y/N truly asking him about this?

Fred looked at her incredulously, speaking once more, “Honestly, love, I think it's different for everyone,” The look on Y/N’s face was unreadable as Fred continued, “for me, I just knew.”

Y/N let out a deep sigh, “I feel like it’s all moving too fast.” There she goes again without any elaboration.

As Fred continued to give her terse answers, Y/N decided she had to describe what she meant. She had never really been great at putting her feelings into words, but she’d try.

“Adrian told me he loved me last night,” Fred’s face faltered, “and I didn’t say a word back.”

Fred wasn’t shocked by the idea that Adrian loved Y/N. The pair had been together for nearly five months, and Fred knew from experience how easy it was to fall in love with Y/N. If anything, it was more of a shock to him that Y/N didn’t say it back.

“But you do love him, right?” Once again, Fred hoped that Y/N would say what he wanted to hear. It was cruel of him to wish that Adrian and Y/N wouldn’t work out, but he couldn’t help it.

“I do,” Dammit. Y/N continued, “but I don’t think I’m in love with him. You know?”

Fred understood completely. He had loved a few of the girls he had dated, but he never felt in love. There was always some sort of hesitation that he had.

“I... just feel like I’m trying to force something that isn’t there,” The frustration was evident in Y/N’s voice. “And I thought that maybe I just needed more time, maybe we were moving too fast, but honestly I just can’t feel the way that I want to about Adrian.”

“Do you think there’s a reason why you can’t love him? You wouldn’t stop talking about him during Christmas break.” Fred said, recalling Y/N’s happiness after Adrian had asked her to the Yule Ball.

“What do you mean? I don’t think I acted any differently about Adrian during break.” Y/N was confused. If anything, Fred was the one who had acted strangely during Christmas break.

“No, I definitely recall you acting funny,” Fred said as Y/N shot him a glare.”You ignored me for two weeks Y/N.” Y/N frowned, shaking her head.

Fred remembered the two weeks in vivid detail. Up until six months ago, Fred and Y/N were attached at the hip. That’s why Y/N’s sudden absence in his life stung. In some way it felt like Y/N had picked Adrian over Fred, but he didn’t know why.

“Fred, I did ignore you, but do you really not know why?” Y/N said.

Once more, Fred tried to remember the events leading up to Y/N and Adrian’s relationship, but everything seemed normal. Adrian and Y/N had always been friends. It wasn’t strange for friends to date.

Fred shook his head, prompting Y/N to tell him what had happened.

-

It was a week before the Yule Ball, and the cheeriness around the castle was gleaming. The Great Hall was decked out with garlands of tinsel. Mistletoe was hanging in all of the corridors. It was nearly impossible to be unhappy with how much light was around., but as Y/N had watched what felt like the fiftieth person get asked to the Yule Ball, she was feeling less than cheerful.

“Y/N!” Fred greeted, earning an adoring smile from the girl in front of him. She was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, as she had just been working on an herbology project with Neville.

“Hiya, Freddie, what’s up?” Y/N was excited. She and Fred had been spending a lot more time together recently, and she was convinced that he was going to finally ask her out.

Fred smiled, “I need advice. ” Y/N nodded, encouraging the ginger boy to continue, “if you were to get asked to say, a ball, how would you want to be asked?”

Y/N was practically exploding with joy at this point, but alas, Fred still needed an answer.

“Well, for me personally, I’m not fond of the huge gestures. I feel like if you really like someone then you should just… ask? I know that’s a bit boring, but I wouldn’t want everyone to be involved in my business, so public gestures aren’t for me.” Y/N was getting rambly, a clear sign of her nerves.

Before Y/N could ramble anymore, Fred was marching up the dormitory stairs, calling out a short, “Thanks, Y/N!” over his shoulder.

Although Fred’s behavior was strange, Y/N brushed it off as Fred being, well, Fred. The boy often did things that were unexplainable. It wasn’t until dinner that day that Y/N had realized why Fred had asked her about the ball.

-

“Y/N, c’mon what’s on your mind?” Adrian asked, poking his friend in the side. Y/N was staring down her plate, pushing around peas with her fork. After her encounter with Fred earlier in the day, she had been on edge. The ball was coming up quick, and at this point it was now or never.

“It’s nothing important, don’t worry about me.” Y/N had finally put her fork down, flashing a sad smile at the boy. Adrian looked suspicious, but as he opened his mouth to talk, the pair noticed commotion at the Gryffindor table.

George was ruffling Fred’s hair, and Ron and Harry were laughing. Fred had a smirk on his face, his cheeks tinged a pink color. Just as Y/N was about to approach Fred to ask what the deal was, Fred walked out of the dining hall.

“I’ll be right back,” Y/N told Adrian, before walking to the Gryffindor table to ask George about what was up.

“Hey, George, what was that all about?” Y/N asked as she sat.

“Oh, Freddie boy just asked Angelina to the Yule Ball!” George replied, causing the two other boys to start to laugh again.

Y/N muttered a “thanks” to George before heading out of the Great Hall. She nearly sprinted to the Slytherin common room, not wanting to have a meltdown in the middle of the hall. Y/N was convinced that Fred would ask her to the ball, and it stung like hell to know that he had asked someone that wasn’t her.

When she arrived outside the common room, Adrian was waiting outside for her. Without any question, Adrian outstretched his arms, embracing the teary-eyed girl.

-

“You wanted me to ask you to the ball!?” Fred asked, mentally slapping himself for being so clueless.

Y/N nodded her head yes, clasping her hands together. She thought she had been very obvious about how she felt about Fred, but it was clear he truly didn’t know.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I never meant to make you upset. Angie and I went as friends anyway.” Fred apologized. He hated seeing Y/N cry, and to think that he was the reason made his insides churn.

While Y/N had cleared up her pre-Yule Ball behavior, there were still a few questions that Fred had.

“Okay, but what does any of that have to do with Adrian? If you wanted me to ask you out, why did you start dating Adrian?” Fred asked, despite knowing how forward all of those questions were.

Y/N sighed, this wasn’t the part of the story that she was particularly proud of.

“Other than you and George, Adrian is probably my closest guy friend. After I heard about you and Angie, Adrian was the person who comforted me while I was crying. I think somewhere along the lines I got my feelings for him all confused…” Y/N trailed off.

“Adrian was sort of an escape from everything. I thought that if you were dating Angie it would stop whatever friendship we had going. It felt like I got knocked off of some weird pedestal.” Y/N’s explanation made some sense, but it didn’t explain why she wouldn’t just talk to him.

“Why didn’t you just talk to me, Y/N? We’re best friends.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh, “I sort of went down a rabbit hole when I stopped talking to you. I was embarrassed, and Adrian was sweet. But after it all, I think I was trying to emulate whatever feelings I had for you with him. I thought clinging to another person would stop my feelings. Clearly it didn’t work. It was just a bad time.”

From what Y/N was saying, Fred was hoping that this meant something for the two of them. But right now, Y/N was still with Adrian, and neither of them would ever do that to them.

“Y/N, you need to tell Adrian how you feel.” If the two were going to date, it had to be proper. Fred didn’t want to be some sort of secret.

“I did, that’s why I ran off actually. We broke it off yesterday, it was just a lot for me to be sitting with him today…” Y/N was slightly embarrassed.

“There goes your excellent communication skills again, why didn’t you start with that?” Fred teased, earning a groan from Y/N.

“Hey, the knife cuts both ways. If you had just said that you were asking Angie to the ball I would have never gotten my hopes up!” Y/N quipped back, intertwining her hands with Fred’s.

Fred sighed happily, “Is there any chance that you still feel the same way about me?” Fred was sure he knew what she’d say, but this situation had proved the two needed to talk more.

Y/N laughed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “I’m all about you, Freddie.”

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I don’t wanna be your ex

James Potter x slytherin!reader

words: 6.5k

A/N: it was so weird to write this as i usually write people falling in love, but this was almost the complete opposite. Reader is a Slytherin beater and i’ve kept them gender neurtal. I hope you’ll like it!

Request: can u pls do a blurb for James Potter based on the song EX by Kiana Ledé or if thats kinda too much a headcanon of how him and a slytherin quidditch beater started dating? @artemis1orion​​

based on EX by Kiana Ledé

James drummed his fingers on the wooden table top in a non-existing beat while his eyes scanned the full Great Hall around him. Thoughts were racing through his head, leaving his mind before he had even had a chance to find their meaning. His foot was bouncing uncontrollably under the table; he couldn’t stop it.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Just a week ago everything had been fine. There had been nothing to plague James’ mind, nothing that could distract him from the game today.

As his eyes glanced over the excited students around him, James wondered where it had gone wrong. Had it been off the entire time or had something changed? Was it his fault? In all honesty, he hadn’t seen it coming—to him everything had seemed perfectly fine.

James’ eyes locked on the person he had been trying to avoid and yet find. It had only been a week, but it had felt so strange. All that had grown familiar on him was suddenly ripped from his life.

You were seated at the Slytherin table in your quidditch uniform, the green and silver clashing with James’ red and golden one. In your hand was a cup with steaming hot tea. Probably green tea, James figured, the only one he didn’t like. You laughed and your nose scrunched up a little. Even from so far away James could hear your chortle, or he imagined it.

It had seemed like such an odd couple, the Slytherin and the Gryffindor. The green beater and the red chaser. Silver and gold. Never in his whole life, James had thought that he would fall for a person from the house he had sworn to be his enemy on the moment he stepped foot in Hogwarts.

But nothing had stopped him. He had fallen fast and hard, so afraid that he would hit the ground and shatter. You had brought feelings up in him that he hadn’t felt before, feelings that he was terrified of.

After a month of careful flirting and awkward situations, you kissed him. Without any warning you had pressed your lips on James’, that typical laugh of you still echoing in his ears as he answered your kiss by entangling his fingers in your hair.

Happy and merry had started in that moment and they hadn’t left James for a long time. Wherever he went, you were there supporting him; if not physical then mentally. There was an imprint of you in James’ mind. The sound of your voice was nestled in every corner of his brain and now he tried to fight it.

Because you weren’t his anymore. He wasn’t yours.

You had said that you had seen it coming from afar, like a dark cloud of thunder in the blue sky on a summer’s day. Fog had formed around the two of you, hiding one from the other. So with little words and meaningless promises an end had been put to the ‘us’.

But that end wasn’t as easy as James had thought it to be. For so long you had been there with him, that life without you seemed dull. The sun was never shining and rain always threatened to fall. However, James couldn’t ask you to come back. He didn’t even want that, that he was sure of. Time with you had been great, but you were his ex now and he had no intention to change that.

‘You nervous?’ Sirius asked as he slumped down on the wooden bench next to him, ripping James’ attention away from you.

‘Nah,’ James lied while his stomach made a turn as he tried to take a bite from his breakfast. His gaze wandered off to the Slytherin table again and he left his fork untouched on the side of his plate. Sirius seemed to notice who his friend was looking at and he sighed as he moved a little closer to James, so no one would hear them.

‘Just talk to them, if you want so bad. You don’t have to get back together or anything, but just talk,’ Sirius said, receiving a huff from James.

‘Why would I talk to them? They broke up with me,’ James said as he ripped his gaze from you and turned to Sirius.

‘Yeah, but didn’t you promise you’d still be friends?’ Sirius pointed out, as he nonchalantly played with his pumpkin juice while eyeing James.

James barked a short humourless laugh and shook his head. ‘Of course I said that—that’s what everyone says when they’re breaking up!’

‘So you’re just never gonna…?’

‘No, I really don’t see the point,’ James shrugged and he returned to his breakfast.

‘That’s too bad,’ Sirius muttered, while he waved at Remus and Peter, who just entered the Great Hall to wish James luck before the game. ‘They were neat.’

James grumbled something and his eyes found your figure back. His conversation with Sirius had made him think. He had indeed promised you to stay friends, but you sure knew that that was just something he had said to make the situation a little less uncomfortable. Surely, you didn’t actually expect him to be friends after you had broken up?

Tearing his stare from you, James focused on his friends instead. Peter was rummaging through his bag to find something and Remus was calmly trying to eat his breakfast while Sirius kept tormenting him with pleads for help on the History of Magic essay. It took five minutes and the promise that Sirius would leave him be for the rest of the day for Remus to give in and Sirius was smirking as he dramatically threw his arms around Remus’ neck and placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

‘Alright, alright,’ Remus mumbled, pushing Sirius away. ‘Now bugger off and let me eat my breakfast.’

Sirius let go of Remus and turned to James, who had till thus far been watching his friends with a faint smile on his lips. Sirius asked something about the strategy James had come up with to win this game from the Slytherins and as James dove with his pre-game nerves into a rant about how his beater had to clear the way for the chasers, Sirius’ eyes shifted to a spot above James’ shoulder. By the time James had realised it was too late for him to get out of the situation and he heard your enthusiastic voice.

‘Hey guys, what’s up?’ you said as you stood behind James, who kept his face at his plate. There was an awkward second as the three others looked from you at James and back, but Remus was quick to dismiss James’ distant behaviour and he smiled at you.

‘Not much here. Nervous for the game?’

James didn’t need to see your face to know exactly how you were feeling. He had been by your side for so many games. He knew that you were in fact nervous but would never admit it to anyone. Instead you would laugh everything away and pretend you were super excited.

‘No, not really. We’ve had a lot of practice this season. And having spent so much time with James I know exactly what his team will do,’ you chuckled.

The boys laughed softly and another silence followed in which you got called by your teammates. James dared to turn his head a little to look at them and felt some sort of anger towards them, even though his logic told him that they had done nothing wrong.

‘Well, I should go,’ you said and it was silent as James felt all eyes on him. But he didn’t react and he heard a little sigh from you. ‘I’ll see you around.’

Remus and Sirius waved after you and Peter wished you good luck, while you ran after the other Slytherins out of the Great Hall. James watched as you disappeared, glancing once over your shoulder back at the boys. When your eyes met his, you raised your eyebrows at him, but he averted his eyes.

‘Well, that was rude,’ Remus said, looking past Sirius to James. ‘Why did you ignore them?’

‘Because we broke up! Do I have to explain it to everyone? They’re my ex, why should I be friends with them?’  

-- - --

The quidditch stadium filled with students, as you waited in the changing room with the rest of your team. For some reason you felt more nervous for this game than you had ever been for any other game. It felt like more was at stake than just the quidditch cup this time.

You were hurt by James’ sudden cold demeanour towards you. Hadn’t you agreed to stay friends?

The time you had been with James had been amazing, but after a while you had realised that it was going nowhere. It felt like the relationship wasn’t moving forward anymore, you were stuck in the same place and that had started to grow uncomfortable on you. If you weren’t dating to go somewhere, you were dating for heartbreak and to spare the both of you pain you had called an end to it.

You had thought that it was a mutual decision, but James had been avoiding you all week and now you were doubting. Maybe he was more hurt than you thought he was or maybe he just didn’t care for you now you weren’t dating anymore.

That last one hurt but you feared that it was the true one. James wasn’t interested in just the platonic side of you. But you wouldn’t give up that easily. You still had Sirius, Remus and Peter as friends and surely James would come around after a while.

As the sounds of the students in the stands got louder, your teammates got a little more restless. Your team captain, Lucinda Talkalot, stood up and she paced up and down in the room, silently repeating her strategy.

‘Just… make sure we win, okay?’ Lucinda said and she stopped walking to look at everyone shortly. ‘We can’t lose from Gryffindor again.’

Next to you, the other Beater of your team, Michael Bennett, hummed in agreement, undoubtedly thinking back of the last time Gryffindor played against Slytherin and your team lost with a pathetic difference of two hundred points, because Michael was just a second too late with his Bludger. No one in the team blamed him for it, but he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

The Slytherin quidditch team existed of two girls and four boys besides you. Captain of your team was Talkalot, a sixth year. She was the team’s Keeper. The three Chasers were Javier Flores, Nerida Cooper and Rohan Alves. Nerida was in your year; Javier and Rohan were both fourth years. You and Michael were the Beaters of the team and Kevin Fox, only a second year, was Seeker.

While other houses laughed at Lucinda’s choice for Fox as the Seeker, she believed he was exactly what the team had needed after the last team captain had graduated and left the team lost. And she had been right, so far Slytherin had won from Hufflepuff after an astonishing short game in which Fox caught the Snitch within fifteen minutes.

The stadium full of students silenced slowly and at the sound of madam Hooch’s whistle, the quidditch team left the changing room. In a line you walked onto the green grass of the quidditch stadium and stood and turned towards the Gryffindor team.

You stood in front of the Gryffindor’s Beater, Cillian Martin, a short seventh year with ash blond hair, but you looked at James who stood opposite of Talkalot. Even from far away where you were standing you could feel the determination radiate from James and you realised that this would be a difficult game.

The Gryffindor team was just as your own team very skilled. You hated to admit it, but James had done a great job putting his team together. Idris Smith, the Keeper, had been in his position since his second year and it was almost impossible to get any balls past him. His sister, Abby Smith, was Chaser along with Crawford and James himself. The two Beaters, Martin and Trevino, were actually quite pleasant guys and always in for a friendly game if you asked them—you and Michael had had some fun times practising with them. Gryffindor’s Seeker was Hana Viotto, a sweet girl who wasn’t afraid to completely demolish you on the quidditch pit.

‘Shake hands,’ Hooch said and Lucinda gave James a short handshake and a nod while he stared coldly at her.

You looked away from the two team captains and nodded politely at Martin before you swung your leg over your broom. The stadium around you was completely silent for a moment and you wiggled your eyebrows at Nerida, who giggled softly. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the game started.

Pushing your broom off the ground you lifted in the air, your bat loosely in your hand as you looked around at the field. Immediately you recognised James’ setup, with two Chasers at the Slytherin side of the field and his Seeker high in the sky, scanning the field from above.

‘And the game is on!’ the commentator screamed through the quidditch pit. ‘The Quaffle is in hands of Slytherin, they’re off to a great start! Cooper has it in hands, throws it at Alves. Alves catches—owh, that must hurt!’

You looked over your shoulder at Alves, who was gasping for air and reaching for his stomach, dropping the Quaffle that got caught by Gryffindor’s Chaser, Smith. Behind you, you heard a snigger from Trevino and when you looked angry at him, he shrugged.

‘Captain’s orders,’ he said as he flew past you.

‘Gryffindor still has the Quaffle, but Smith’s being chased by a Bludger! Dive, girl, dive!’

You quickly flew to the other side of the field, zigzagging through the other players and turned around with your bat ready for action. Just as you had predicted a Bludger was flying your way. Throwing all your weight behind your swing, you hit the Bludger and sent it towards Smith, who still was in the possession of the ball. The Bludger didn’t hit her, but did force her to move away, giving Cooper and Flores a chance to catch up with her.

‘Nice job!’ Lucinda yelled at you from her position at the goal posts. You shot her a thumbs-up and flew to the middle of the field, trying to send as many Bludgers as you could towards your opponents.

‘Gryffindor has lost the ball! Potter makes an attempt to get the Quaffle from Flores and, well surely that must be a foul. We look at the referee and… yes, one penalty for Slytherin!’

Nerida took the ball back from James, who was starting to looked more cross with the minute, and flew to the central circle, waiting for madam Hooch’s whistle. At the high-pitched sound, Nerida stormed forwards and threw the Quaffle in the left goal, unleashing loud cheering from the Slytherins in the stands.

‘And we’re back to the game. It is a constant battle for possession. Bludgers are flying around, knocking people off their brooms. Smith saves! Crawford has the Quaffle, he gets hit by Y/L/N’s Bludger, Flores has the ball, Alves, Cooper, back to Alves, Flores again! That’s some nice team play from the Slytherins! Must be Talkalot’s new strategy. Quaffle is in the Gryffindor scoring area, Flores shoots and… he scores! It’s now twenty to zero for Slytherin, but we’ve only just started…’

The longer the game lasted, the more intense everyone got. Gryffindor made another two fouls, but so did your team. Twenty minutes and three penalties later, the score was 60 to 50 for the Slytherins, but where you were getting more tired, it seemed like the Gryffindors were gaining energy.

After half an hour of violently flying back and forth the quidditch pit, Lucinda called for a time-out. Hooch accepted and her whistle stopped the match for a minute.

‘They’re good,’ Rohan panted as you were huddled together at the goal posts.

‘They are indeed,’ Lucinda said and she shot a suspicious look towards the other team.

‘Potter must have given them a motivational speech or something,’ Nerida mumbled as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. You looked at James and the angry expression on his face. Something told you that he ignoring you this morning had something to do with the way he was scanning the quidditch field right now.

‘Kevin, it is crucial that you find the Snitch,’ Lucinda said. ‘I don’t know how much longer we can hold it.’

‘I’m trying,’ Kevin sighed and his eyes glanced quickly over the pit.

Madam Hooch whistled again and the game started again. The short time-out had given you some time to catch your breath and you were filled with energy and determination as you flew back to your position in the middle of the field, ready to hit whatever was coming your way.

The next fifteen minutes were filled with bat sweeping and Quaffle and Bludgers flying closely past your head. Twice you had to dive away to not get hit and once you were nearly knocked over by Crawford, as they tried to escape the Quaffle coming their way.

‘It’s currently 90 to 80 for Gryffindor and we’re forty-five minutes into the match! Smith has the ball, she’s making her way to Talkalot, throws, but oh! Talkalot blocks it with her foot. Pure luck or good skill? The Quaffle is back in the centre in hands of Alves. Bennett sends a Bludger to keep Potter away but he misses and almost knocks his own teammate off their broom! Alves is getting closer to the goal posts, will this be 90 to 90? He shoots and… Smith can’t hold it! It’s tied again! Surely the Seekers must have caught a glimpse of the Snitch by now.’

Yet it took another ten minutes before one of the Seekers finally made a move and by that time it was 130 to 120 for Slytherin. Viotto suddenly dove to the ground and Kevin quickly went after her. The game stocked for a minute as everyone held their breath. Viotto and Fox were battling for a head position in the race after the Snitch.

You held your broom still in the sky and squeezed your eyes to look at Kevin’s little figure. Whispering encouraging words, you focused on the two Seekers, forgetting that there was another game going on around you. The Quaffle lay in Flores’ hands motionless, but the Bludgers were still flying around.

‘Y/N! Watch out!’ Michael screamed at you.

A Bludger was coming at you with incredible speed and your only chance to escape it was to throw your broom to the side, nearly colliding with James, who happened to be right in that spot. You sighed relieved at escaping the Bludger and possibly a night at the infirmary, but your relieve soon disappeared.

‘Gryffindor catches the Snitch! Gryffindor has won! With 270 points to a mere 130 from the Slytherins, the Gryffindor team has won!’

The Gryffindors on the stands erupted in loud cheering, while the Slytherins groaned collectively. You understood their disappointment; not only had Slytherin lost from Gryffindor again, they had lost with a difference of 140 points and that wouldn’t do well on the leader board.

You turned to James, who now had a big smile on his face, and wanted to congratulate him, but when he looked at you, he quickly flew away. With an open mouth you watched after him and felt the pain combined with the sadness of losing spreading through your body.

Defeated in all ways, you followed your team to the changing rooms and prepared for a night of silence in the Slytherin common room.

-- - --

Loud laughter echoed off the walls of the lavatories on the ground floor as James and Peter watched Sirius trying to climb out of the stall they had locked him in. It was almost after curfew, but Sirius had insisted they’d go past the bathroom on their way to the common room. Now wasn’t it really a problem to wander the halls after curfew, but to not do something to Sirius felt like a missed opportunity to James.

‘Just let me out, you idiots,’ Sirius whined.

‘I don’t know, should we, Wormtail?’

Peter, however, was too busy laughing to answer James. Sirius tried again to climb over the door of the stall, but his feet slipped and with a sigh he landed back on the floor.

James, out of fear that Peter would wet himself if he laughed any more, unlocked the door with a flick of his wand. ‘Alright, alright, come out then.’

Sirius’ face stood thunder as he walked out of the stall and he stared at James angrily through the mirror as he washed his hands. James stared back at him with a smirk on his face and slung his arm around his friend’s shoulder as they walked out of the restrooms. Peter followed after them, wiping the tears from his cheeks with the sleeves of his jumper.

The castle was quite silent at this time at night with most students up in the common rooms and the teachers not yet checking the halls after curfew. The windows were fogged from the cold outside and James stopped to write his name on the glass.

The three boys were turned to the window, watching James write his name and other things that definitely should not be on a harmless pane of glass. Upon hearing footsteps in the same corridor, they turned around as one.

You were walking down the corridor with your broomstick in your hand, head to toe wet and muddy. You snickered softly at the scared expressions on the three boys’ faces and nodded towards the window. ‘Do I want to know?’

Sirius grinned and shook his head, slowly reaching behind James to wipe out the texts on the window. Peter had a giddy smile on his face and he nudged James, but this one was focused on you.

‘What are you doing here?’ he asked, ignoring his friends.

You raised an eyebrow and looked down at your clothes. ‘Really, the broom and dirty clothes don’t say enough?’

James scowled and he felt a hint of anger coming up in his body at your sarcasm. Sirius noticed his change and nudged James lightly. ‘James—’

‘I mean what are you doing here, in this corridor? Isn’t your common room on the other side of the school?’

You shifted your weight onto your broom and nodded. ‘It is,’ you said drily. ‘And why I am here is none of your business. Especially with that attitude.’

Peter chuckled and James shot him an annoyed look, making him shut right up. James was growing more irked with the minute. He just couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t take the hint and leave him alone. He thought he made it very clear that he didn’t want to see you anymore.

Yet here you were again, seeking him out. Just like you did yesterday before Potions class and last weekend after the Quidditch match. James was getting tired of having to ignore you, but he knew that that was for the best. You were his ex after all.

‘Fine, I don’t care,’ James said and he turned around to leave you alone. Peter and Sirius ran after him, but not before mumbling something to you James couldn’t hear.

Sirius walked up next to James. ‘You were rude again, mate.’

‘I don’t get why they won’t leave me alone,’ James huffed and he quickened his pace so he walked ahead of his two friends.

Sirius rolled his eyes at Peter, who shrugged back, before they both followed James to the common room.

-- - --

‘Sorry I’m late.’

Remus looked up from his book and waved your excuse away lazily as he made some space for you at the table. He pushed aside his book and stacked the pieces of parchment away.

You took your edition of A History of Magic out and dropped the heavy book on the table. Scanning Remus’ book for the right page you started to browse through your own book for the same page. At the chapter on the Salem Witch Trails you stopped. It was a subject you had had in class before but, with the grade of your essay on the subject in mind, you knew that it wouldn’t hurt to revise.

‘Okay, hit me,’ you said and smiled at Remus. He cocked his eyebrow incredulous but started anyway.

‘Right, what year?’

‘1962.’

‘Where?’

‘Massachusetts.’

‘What about the judges?’

‘Mostly Puritans, but there were at least two Scourers, who were there just for personal gain.’

‘How many victims?’

‘Twenty.’

‘Do you still have feelings for James?’

‘Do I—Remus!’

You looked up from your book in shock and stared at the boy next to you, who was looking smug with the execution of his plan. He had a smirk on his face and you wished you could slap the satisfied look off his face.

‘Is that why I’m here? Just so you could interrogate me?’ you asked, leaning back in your chair and staring at Remus. ‘Remus Lupin, you little shit!’

Remus let out a laugh and shook his head, though he made sure he was out of your reach. ‘No, I really did want to study with you! But when the guys found out they wanted me to ask.’

‘You’re weak, Remus,’ you tutted and pushed him against his shoulder.

��I know, I know,’ he said, holding his hands up in surrender. ‘But if I’m honest, I was curious myself too.’

You sighed and rubbed your hands over your face. The answer to Remus’ question was simple. No. You didn’t still have feelings for James. However, what more intrigued you was the implication behind the question. Did they think you were still in love with James? Because if so, you definitely had to set something straight.

‘Well, you can tell your friends that no, I don’t have feelings for James anymore,’ you sighed, hoping that Remus would believe you. ‘Now are you done with your cross-examination? Because I’d like to finish before dinner.’

‘Sure, sure,’ Remus chuckled, bowing over his book again. ‘Wizards’ Council, ask me.’

Quickly you searched in your history book for the chapter about the Wizards’ Council. The title sprung out on page 89 and you scanned the text shortly to come up with some questions for Remus.

‘Ready? What was the Council’s main focus?’

‘Governing the Britain wizarding society.’

‘That’s right. Name some Chiefs.’

‘Bragge and Muldoon.’

‘What can you tell me about Elfrida Clagg?’

‘She was presumably the Chieftainess in the seventeenth century. Known for trying to import the Beings versus Beasts classifications, what led to an uprising from Trolls, Jarveys and Centaurs.’

‘Right. Okay, last one—why is James avoiding me?’

Remus opened his mouth and then closed it again. He sighed and closed his eyes, before turning to you. He was searching for words and you gave him time, wanting to know the answer to the question that had been bothering you for a while now.

It was more than obvious to you that James was avoiding you. Whenever you were around he made sure to be the first one to leave, he never really answered any of your questions and most of the time he just ignored your presence. Clearly, “staying friends” had a different meaning to him than it had to you.

Not only were you losing James’ friendship, along with that you also lost the connections with Peter, Sirius and Remus. You had gone from seeing them every day to only once a week if you were lucky. You didn’t blame them, because you knew they were better friends with James than with you. Yet you knew it would not hurt him if you saw your friends a little more.

‘He’s not—’ Remus started, but you cut him off.

‘Don’t do that, Remus. I know he is avoiding me. I am not asking you to change it; I just want to know why.’

Remus rubbed his face and pinched the bridge of his nose before he answered. ‘He is convinced that it is impossible to be friends with one’s ex.’

‘But that’s what we had agreed!’ you sputtered. ‘We didn’t work as a couple, so we decided on being friends!’

‘Well, to James that is something everyone says but never lives up to.’

‘That’s bullshit,’ you said and threw your head back, letting a cold laugh pass your lips. ‘So what? Is he just going to ignore me for the rest of his life?’

‘I don’t know,’ Remus mumbled. ‘We’ve really tried to change his mind, really. But nothing we say convinces him. He won’t listen to us.’

You shook your head and stared at your book. So this was the end of you and James? Just like that? Did you really mean that little to him? Now that you were just his friend, you were suddenly not important anymore?

You felt like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over your head. Your inside now twisted at the thought of James and the memories you had made with him. Some part of you felt used at your sudden unimportance to James and you wished you were curled up in bed under layers of blankets.

However, you would stay strong. If James didn’t want to be your friend you would leave him alone. But you would not allow him ripping your friends away too. You wouldn’t stop seeing Remus, Sirius and Peter just because James didn’t want to be friends.

-- - --

Dark clouds had gathered in the sky, far away rumbling with thunder. A strong breeze forced most students to stay inside for the night, but you had braved the cold and were standing at the edge of the quidditch field with your broom in your hand. The wind blew sharply against your cheeks, but you had dressed warm enough.

High up in the sky the wind howled around your ears, drowning out your thoughts. You had released one of the training-Bludgers that was soaring through the air, coming right for you. With one deep breath and full power you hit the Bludger, the flat sound of your bat against the ball echoing on the empty stands.

It was nice to not think and just train for a moment. Right now there was no one whining at your head for your answers on the Charms homework, no one asking you to play a game with you and no one inquiring after what had happened between you and James.

You hadn’t seen James in two weeks, just like he had wanted. It was weird to suddenly not be around him anymore. For so long you had shared all your free time with him and now instead you were alone in those moments. Not his laughter, not his jokes.

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t miss him. It was always fun to be around James, he had a special way to make everything positive. After all this time you still didn’t know how he did it, but he had always cheered you up when you were feeling down. Sometimes just his presence had been enough.

A tear escaped from your eye, but whether it was from the wind or your thoughts you didn’t know. You wiped it away swiftly and braced yourself to hit the Bludger again. It was flying in big circles around you, coming closer with every round it made.

Movement down on the ground caught your attention and you tore your eyes from the Bludger. Someone was standing down on the field, a broom in their hand and a mop of black hair sticking out to all sides. It was James.

For someone who had made it abundantly clear that he didn’t want to see you, he sure had some nerve coming to you. You felt your blood boil upon seeing him and more violent than you had first thought you slammed the Bludger away. It flew back into the stands, where it broke one of the benches.

James was still standing on the ground, not making any move to get up in the sky. As you got back the ball you looked at him from the corner of your eye. So far from above, he looked smaller than he had ever seen. He looked… lost.

Grudgingly you flew down to the ground and jumped off your broom in front of James. Now you were closer to him, he was his big self again, but he still looked a little lost.

‘There was no practice today, right?’ you asked, suddenly wondering if he was here because he wanted to train with the Gryffindor team.

‘No,’ James said and he almost attempted to say more, but shut his mouth.

‘So you’re just here to practise alone?’

‘Uhh, yeah, I guess.’

‘And it wouldn’t bother you if I’m here too?’ you asked, your tone somewhat sharper than intended.

James shook his head and headed off to the chest with balls and other gear. You mounted your broom and let the struggling Bludger free. It flew away quickly before already starting to make its way back to you.

For minutes it was silent as both you and James practised alone. You were outing all your frustration on the Bludger and it seemed that it was holding a grudge against you for the hard hits you gave it because it kept coming back harder and harder. James was stationed at the goalposts, working on some of his new tactics. You could feel his occasional glance in your way, but you ignored them.

After some time, you descended to the ground to drink some and watched as James was struggling with the Quaffle and his wand. He obviously wanted to charm them to fly towards him as he guarded the goals. You laughed to yourself as the ball once again fell to the ground lifeless, but after a few minutes you got on your broom again and flew towards James.

‘Not that it isn’t fun to watch, but would you like some help?’  you asked carefully.

James looked from the Quaffle in his hand to the goalposts and then to you. You could hear the cogs working in his brain as he thought of what to do, but eventually he gave you a single nod and threw the Quaffle at you.

Although your position in the quidditch team was Beater, you wouldn’t say that you were bad at the other positions. Maybe it was just the feel of the ball that you had and not an actual position that you were best in, though you had trained many years to become the Beater you were today.

You started to torment James with difficult throws, making him work up a sweat. At first your aims were just to make it hard for him, but gradually you actually enjoyed playing with James. And, much to your surprise, the feeling was mutual. After half an hour there was a smile on James’ face and you recognised so much of the boy you had fallen for.

After yet another difficult ball that James only barely held, instead of throwing the Quaffle back at you he flew towards you. His smile faltered a little now he was closer to you, but that didn’t stop him from asking you if you wanted to change positions.

‘Alright, but I must tell you, I’ve gotten much better,’ you warned him with a grin and flew to the goals.

‘I doubt that,’ James shouted and he threw the ball from one hand to another. ‘You suck as Keeper!’

‘Ah! I’ll make you regret saying that, Mr. Potter!’

For a while everything was how it had used to be. There was no hurt between you and James anymore. It was just two friends playing a game together, both growing more and more competitive with every throw.

Half an hour you went on playing until it had gotten too dark to throw without chance of harm. You and James stuck away the Quaffle in silence—the easiness that had been there during the game had completely vanished. Awkwardness was creeping up your skin and you longed for something to break the silence.

As James locked the Bludger in the chest, it gave one last shudder and James let out a high-pitched yell. He fell to his feet and you burst out in laughter, clasping your hand over your mouth. From his place on the floor, James scowled dramatically at you and he attempted to hit your shin.

‘Don’t laugh!’ he cried out. ‘You scared too!’

‘Yeah, but I didn’t fall to the floor,’ you chuckled, offering James your hand. He took it and pulled himself up. Cleaning his pants, he sighed and then closed the chest with quidditch balls. Another silence filled the space between you and James. However, this time you knew exactly what to say; you just weren’t sure if you wanted to say it.

A light flash lit up the dark skies for a fraction of a second and three seconds later loud thunder roared over the silent school grounds. James and you were pulled from the tension as the first raindrops started to fall. Little drops fell on the top of your head and on your shoulders, soaking through your jumper. It was now or never.

‘Why can’t we have this?’ you asked hoarsely.

‘Rain? I think it rains more than enough,’ James joked, avoiding your eyes.

‘James, you know what I mean,’ you said, stepping a little closer. ‘Why can’t we just be friends? Why can’t we have fun, no strings attached?’

When he looked up to you, you could read the pain in his eyes. Even when you were dating, James had almost never been vulnerable. He always hid behind a smile and a joke and it was rare to see him like this.

‘Because you hurt me,’ James muttered. ‘One day you decide to end it. Just like that. You stepped away from me without any warning. I loved you and suddenly you were just gone.’

‘Do you still?’ you breathed.

James cleared his throat and shook his head. ‘No, I don’t. Not like I used to anymore.’

‘Isn’t it better then?’ you asked. ‘Can’t we try being friends? I miss you James. I miss being friends with you.’

‘I miss you too,’ James said and sniffed.

You cocked an eyebrow and smiled carefully. ‘Did I make the mighty James Potter cry? Did I break the unbreakable one?’

‘All I heard was that you think I’m mighty,’ James said.

You laughed and pushed him away. James bellowed a laugh and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. The rain was still pouring down and you were soaked from head to toe, but you didn’t care because you got your friend back.

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[gotnofucks]

Prometheus

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: You disappoint August and must make up for it.

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub themes, language, 18+ ONLY

A/N: This is my entry for the Happy Hoelidays Challenge by @donutloverxo @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 . You guys are all fucking amazing and I adore you! I chose the prompt “Kissing under the mistletoe” but with a twist. And honestly, this whole fic is a mess. But I hope you’ll find something worthwhile here.

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Our love story will not be found in romance books. People like him and I, we don’t exist in rose tinted pages with flowery scents. We are found within the darker pages of horror books, where our love is written with blood and pain, where it’s ghastly stunning in its dangerous beauty. But I promise you, it’s no less beautiful than the walks in a meadow or cuddles in the bed.

We bleed and cry, from eyes and heart. We drown each other deep and deeper still, only to pull back above the surface as we’re about to die. That gulp of air, that’s sweeter than any other, if simply because it’s the one that has us clinging to life.

I like to think that I am Prometheus, and he is my Eagle, sent by the gods to devour me day after day, letting me writhe under him. It’s pain beyond anything, but what most don’t understand is that I need that pain to feel alive. But what if one day Prometheus was left hanging alone, liver intact and no eagle to eat him out?

That would be torture.

I am being tortured.

The whip in his hand cracked on skin and I choked on a sob. The sharp swish of the whip parted the air again and crashed on the skin with precise intervals, creating a crisscross of welts like a painter does his design. The blue in his eyes was clouded by the deep, boiling waves of anger and disappointment.

I could take his anger, but never his disappointment.

His anger meant punishment, it meant retribution. His disappointment meant distance, it meant betrayal. And here I was, Prometheus who disappointed his eagle and now watched that beak bite on someone else’s liver.

She took his hits gracefully, only small whimpers escaping her as his whip landed on her bottom. They left marks on her skin, but they seared my heart. People say nothing hurts more than being punished this brutally. They know nothing. Nothing of the pain of watching someone else take your pain, your punishment. People don’t know the torture of being tied down and being made to watch your master pour his anger into someone else.

I closed my eyes at the scene, incapable of watching more. It was more than my heart could take. I had promised to take his love and his hate, his sweetness and his poison. And to have someone else cry under him, wear marks on her body that should have decorated me left me more broken than any of his toys would have done.

“Please sir” I begged, “No more.”

His eyes were on me the entire time, even as he had someone else at his mercy. He cocked his head to the side, looking at me naked and tied up, balancing on my knees. He came closer and lifted his booted leg to part my thighs with it, an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Melly, leave.” He ordered the other girl. She swiftly got up and left without a word, just happy to be of service when required. I raised my eyes to his, pleading, begging. His large hand traced the curve of my cheek before dropping to the collar on my neck, playing with the charm that dangled on the front.

AW’s Princess

“I should take this away” August said, and I jerked as if I had been electrocuted. I shook my head, hair falling away from the elastic that secured them. He couldn’t take away my collar. No, he simply couldn’t.

“Please, no sir. I am sorry.” I sobbed.

To me, this collar was a symbol of ownership. Of being claimed by August Walker, being his. I would never trade this for a wedding ring, for this was more sacred to me. It sat on my neck, over my pulse, beating with the blood that pumped under it and reminded me that every breath I take belongs to him. That I chose to surrender my life living at his feet.

“What are you sorry about, Princess?” He asked me. Before I could answer, he was walking away to pull from his drawer a bowl and his trusted vibrator, and the sight of it made my thighs tremble.

“I am sorry for lying to you sir.” I replied. He hummed, coming to kneel before me, placing the bowl between my parted thighs and opening me wide with two fingers. I gasped, mouth parted as he touched me most intimately, his fingers that easily pulled the trigger of a gun running gently along my spongy walls to create an explosion no less than a gun shot.

He followed every pant that fell from my mouth, observed every twitch that showed on my face and drank in the fluttering of my lashes. Whenever I would turn my face he would tut, forcing me to look at him.

“How did it feel when I hit Melly instead of you?” He asked me, and slowly started to insert the vibrator inside me. I sucked in a breath, wincing at the stretch before answering.

“It hurt sir, it hurt so much.” I whimpered, tears shining in my eyes before dropping to my cheeks.

August leans back once the vibrator is completely in me, my juices dripping out from around it. Cupping my face gently, he brushed a soft kiss on my forehead, like the brush of angel wings and the slightest nip of Death’s scythe at once.

“You hurt me too.” He whispered. The darkness in his eyes had me shivering, both from fear and arousal. Being with August felt like standing on a cliff, every moment terrified that a strong gust of wind would have me pummeling to the ground. But when one wants to fly, even falling becomes a kink. How long does the fall last, and when you do hit the ground, how good does it hurt?

It hurts like heaven.

“You will fill this bowl with your cream” He ordered, “You will drip into it, and as you do, you’ll tell me where you went wrong. Apologize to me like you mean it, give me a reason to have you at my feet.”

He started unbuttoning himself and with every new inch of him revealed to my hungry eyes, I dripped. I clenched around the vibrating toy inside me, moaning softly. This is how completely he owned me. The eagle was going away, and it was up to Prometheus to seduce him to come back, to convince him to eat that liver one more time, that the taste it worth it.

“I am sorry sir, I lied to you. I didn’t tell you where I was going.” I started. He continued undressing, languidly tossing aside his clothes to unveil the scarred flesh underneath. I could tell every battle he’d ever fought by tracing the hardened marks over his body. Sometimes when he would let me, I’d trace the scars of his heart too, feeling the hurt and loss that lingered in their ridges.

“Where did you tell me you were going, Princess?” He asked me, sitting naked in front of me on a chair. Easy, confident.

“To the movies with my friends.” I lowered my eyes, ashamed of myself for lying to a man who can see through anyone and anything.

“And where did you actually go?”

I bit my lip, knowing I had disappointed him. He required nothing from me but trust and honesty.

“To see my family.” I whispered.

He shook his head, a sneer curling under his mustache. His gaze bore into me with a force that had me gushing in the bowl and he scoffed. The control he had on my body without even touching it was almost embarrassing. He got up to stand in front of me, his hard length so near to my face if I poke my tongue out, I’d be able to lick him.

“Your family” He spat the word like it was poison. “Why don’t I like it when you go meet with them Princess?”

“Because only you’re allowed to hurt me sir.” I answered.

August was not a nice man, he was not someone you mess with. He got off on pain and terror, on instigating fear in those around him. But when it came to me, only he is allowed to hurt me. He will whip me and spank me, tie me and choke me, but woe betide anyone who so much as hurt a hair on my head. Which is why I didn’t tell him I was meeting my family.

Every meeting with them came out the same way. Me in tears after a shouting match. For someone who had never managed to quite fit in anywhere, my only solace was August’s arms. And those arms would pound anyone to pulp if I cried tears that were put in my eyes by anyone but him. Fucked up? Maybe.

“Why did you go?” He asked, brushing the tip of his cock on my face, smearing his cum and marking me. The natural musk of him filled my nose and I leaned forward to have a taste when he moved away, wagging a finger in warning.

“It was Christmas.” I pathetically said.

August smirks, his eyes falling on the bowl between my legs that had collected my slick. He exhaled, kneeling before me and pulling out the vibrator with a pop, instead replacing it with his fingers that had me struggling in my restraints.

“And you thought I wouldn’t celebrate Christmas with you?” He asked me and flicked his fingers on my hardened nub that had me cumming into the bowl. His name was like a chant on my lips and I begged him to set me free, to hold me again.

He took away the bowl and put it on the bedside table, coming back to finally release me from the ropes that bound me. Carefully picking me, he dropped me on the bed and smirked nastily.

“I even got us mistletoe. I was going to hang it on the door and surprise you with it, but since you’ve chosen to be a bitch today, I’ve found another place for it.” Saying this he pulled out a bundle of mistletoe and held it over his cock, looking expectantly at me.

“W-what?” I sputtered.

“You’re supposed to kiss it sweetheart” He mocked and came closer, slapping me across the face with his dick. I blinked at him before licking my lips and taking him in my mouth. His familiar taste and thickness made me feel at home, and I sucked and slurped, trying to show him how sorry I truly was.

His hand tangled in my hair and pulled me along, bobbing me up and down his length, one hand still dangling the mistletoe over my head. I relaxed my body, letting him guide me as he wanted. My love was my apology, and this was my repentance.

“I had planned a fun night with you” He snarked, sitting deep inside my throat, “I got you a fucking tree and presents. Thought we’d watch a movie. But all that romantic bullshit doesn’t work for us, does it?”

His pace increased as did my moans. I held onto his thick thighs that had more than once choked me. He may have all the power over me, but I reveled in that just the same.

“We don’t make love beside the fireplace darling, we burn ourselves in the fireplace, surrounded by the flames of passion and lust that run in you and me.”

His words heated me up and I doubled my efforts, taking him deeper and looking into his eyes, letting him speak to my soul as he owned my body. He tensed and twitched, warmth pooling in my mouth and down my throat and I smiled when he pulled away. My jaw ached a little, but pain was an old friend.

“That was quite a kiss” I said, and he chuckled, pushing me down to lie on my back.

“It’s not over by a long shot.” He said and taking the bowl with my cum he dripped my essence over my bare chest and belly. My skin broke out into gooseflesh as the cold liquid hit me but just as soon it was followed by the warmth of his tongue, sucking me, tasting me.

This is what being worshiped felt like. In chains and in pain, and yet the object of desire and love. When one slap meets your cheek, the following caress feels just that much softer.

August rolled on his back, smearing the rest of my cum over his own chest. I leaned over him, tongue gliding through his hair and veins, dipping into deep scars and damaged tissues. His voice rose in a crescendo, cock hardening again and as I licked, I climbed over him, aligning myself and bringing him home with one thrust.

“Fuck” He whispered, mouth meeting mine in a kiss, sinful and dirty. He kissed me like the Angel of Death serving me the elixir of life. I bounced on him, rode him like he was the stairwell that would take me to heaven. His smell, his taste, the feeling of his rippling flesh and the dominance in his eyes set fire to my veins. I clamped hard on him, sliding my damp body over his as I crashed and fell apart.

His hips kept pushing up, going hard enough as if trying to come out of the other end. Nails dug into the flesh of my thighs as he kept me steady over him, pumping into me until I felt him release inside. We fell into a tangle of limbs, a sheet lazily pulled over my bruised body. That was the thing with August, when he hurt me it left a mark on the outside, but never inside.

“I love you” He softly panted in the crook of my neck. I turned over and clung to him, pulling him close in my embrace. Prometheus needed his Eagle to feel alive, and the Eagle needed Prometheus to sustain. Neither is complete without the other.

“I love you too”

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Okay

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings; Rating: Angst (with a happy ending); General

Premise: The aftermath of MC and Ethan's fight about their date night debacle.

Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone for the lovely feedback on Part I and II! This almost had an alternate ending, (it's still sitting in my WIPS) but I couldn't do them like that 😅 it starts off angsty, but the happy ending is there 😊 I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading 💖

She struggles to unlock her front door, vision blurry from the tears. She hopes to any and every deity that the apartment is empty as she stumbles through the entrance.

“Serena, you’re home! How did it go?”

Sienna is at the dining room table, jumping excitedly in her seat. Her face falls as she takes in her roommate’s running mascara.

"It didn't go."

“What?"

Serena staggers to the couch, falling face first onto the cushions. "He didn't show…"

"Oh sweetie… " Sienna stands and makes her way to the couch. Sitting on the unoccupied end, she strokes her best friend’s hair.

“Then, I went to his apartment and we had this huge fight and he called us a mistake," she says through her sobs as she sits up and puts her head on Sienna’s shoulder.

"Do you want to stuff our faces with takeout and junk food and binge watch Marvel movies?"

Serena just sniffs and nods her head.

Two hours later, the television is playing a soft melody as they share their second pint of Ben & Jerry's.

"Even after everything… Steve is Peggy's Lobster, just like Ethan is yours."

Serena looks to her left with incredulity.

"You know! Lobster! They fall in love and mate for life!"

Serena snorts. "Have you seen the claws on those things? Ever been pinched by one? Shit hurts," she says as she puts another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

They sit in silence for a few minutes before Serena’s dejected voice rings out. “Why does he keep doing this to me?”

Sienna scrunches her nose. "Lobsters always were finicky."

~~~ One Week Later ~~~

“Here are the test results you requested, Dr. Ramsey.”

She places the manila folder in front of him and takes a step back, keeping her head down.

Ethan stares at her for a long moment, willing her to look at him. It’s been like this for the past few days: she only speaks to him when absolutely necessary and avoids eye contact at all costs. When she continues to evade his gaze, he sighs, and opens the folder.

His brows furrow. “This isn’t the test we decided to order.”

“Oh. I'll go fix that right now.” She finally meets his eyes and says, “I must have made a mistake.”

His chest tightens: Did she make a mistake with the test... or with me?

~~~~~~

She approaches the office and knocks softly.

“Come in.”

She slowly pushes open the door and sees Naveen look up.

“Ah, Serena! To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing my grand-mentee?”

She gives a small smile as she shuts the door behind her. “I was hoping you would have some time to talk.”

“What did he do?”

She spills the story, only stopping halfway through to take the tissue Naveen hands her. After she finishes, she wipes her eyes, and reaches into her coat pocket, pulling out something folded. “And I was hoping you would approve this.”

Naveen unfolds the paper, skimming over it. “A leave of absence?”

She nods. "I'm not asking for this solely because of what happened. I've been homesick for a while now; it was my first holiday season without my family and I haven't seen them since I moved here… and I don't know, I guess what happened with Eth—” she clears her throat, “Dr. Ramsey, was the last straw. It all feels like it's too much: Edenbrook, Boston.” She shakes her head before continuing. “I just… need a break. Please."

Naveen sits back and takes her in. She’s slightly hunched over, strands of hair falling out of her topknot, the concealer no longer hiding her dark circles, and she’s been wringing her hands since she sat down. The woman in front of him is a shell of the usually confident and exuberant young lady he is used to seeing and his heart breaks for her.

“I will grant you this leave of absence.”

She perks up at his words.

“On one condition.”

She eyes him warily.

“When you feel like you have reset, you must return and talk to him. I am not saying you have to make up with him, or even forgive him. Just talk to him about what happened.”

She is unmoving for a few seconds, then nods soberly. “You’re right, I know.”

“I wouldn’t be much of a grand-mentor if I wasn’t, now would I?” He says with a smile.

~~~~~~

Ethan is walking down the corridor to his office, trying to comprehend the words on the file in his hand, but his mind is elsewhere. The sun has long set, but he refuses to go home. To the place where, everywhere he looks, he's reminded of her. It's not like he'll be able to sleep anyways; he's lost count of how many sleepless nights he's had since their argument, tossing and turning for hours, as her side of the bed remains tucked and cold.

Not only has he been unable to sleep, he's been unable to focus on anything but her: her melodic laugh lilting through the hospital corridors, her sweet perfume lingering in the office, her animated way of chatting with anybody but him.

He opens the office door and a voice in the back of his head reminds him: You miss her, you idiot.

He rubs his bleary eyes and looks at his watch. 8:09pm.

He groans and goes to sit at his desk when a purple sticky note catches his eye. There, scrawled in her loopy half-cursive is a note: Need some space.

He immediately grabs his bag and rushes to the parking garage, hoping he's not too late.

~~~~~~

He knocks urgently, stepping backwards as the door swings open.

"Dr. Trinh, hello. Is Serena here? I really need to speak with her."

Sienna stands there, unblinking.

He awkwardly clears his throat and begins to try and look into and around the apartment.

Sienna follows his movements, trying, and failing, to block his line of sight.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that Dr. Ramsey."

Before he can speak, she continues: “Even if she hadn’t left yet, she wouldn’t want to speak with you anyways.”

His blue eyes turn a shade stormier at this information. “What do you mean ‘if she hadn’t left—”

“Nothing!” Sienna goes to close the door, but is stopped by Ethan’s hand.

“Dr. Trinh. Sienna… please.”

His eyes are conveying a plethora of unspoken pleas, and after a few beats, she sighs.

“She’s at the airport.”

“What? Where is she going? For how long?”

“She’s going home and she didn’t say.” She shrugs.

Ethan immediately turns on his heel.

"Flight 936!" Sienna yells after him as he sprints back to his car.

He hurriedly weaves between the leisurely drivers and dodges through the lackadaisical travelers in the airport lobby, stopping in front of an information screen. His eyes scan the monitor furiously until he sees it.

Flight 936: Boarding Now.

He bolts to the nearest desk, buying the next available flight, and rushes through security.

He's running like a madman, frantically looking for her, hoping that she hasn't boarded yet.

He arrives at the designated gate area, but she's nowhere to be found. He's about to approach the help desk when a familiar voice rings out from behind him.

“What are you doing here?”

It’s not lost on him that she utters the same words he so callously said to her in front of his apartment that night.

He heaves a sigh of relief. He turns towards her, taking a step forward, only for her to take a step back, and the small smile on his face fades.

“I need to explain myself.”

“It’s a little too late for that.” She begins to walk around him.

Ethan lightly catches her wrist, stopping her. “Rookie… I know I've hurt you, innumerable times, and I am so sorry. Please hear me out and if you still want to leave afterwards, I will buy you a new ticket home.”

She looks into his imploring orbs and sees nothing but honesty. She closes her eyes, breathes out, and whispers, “I cannot believe I’m about to do this.”

She grabs her stuff and begins walking to a less busy part of the gates area. Ethan is too stunned to move for a moment. She looks over her shoulder and raises an eyebrow at him.

“Right!” and speedwalks after her.

She stands with her suitcase in front of her, arms crossed, waiting for him to start speaking.

He runs his hand through his hair, clears his throat, and locks eyes with her.

“There are no excuses for my actions, but I want you to know that it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. I know that’s an out people utilize, but in this case, it’s true. You know about my mother abandoning my father and I when I was a child, but what I have not shared is that her leaving absolutely destroyed my father. He waited and waited for her return, all the while putting on a brave face for me, and continuing to love her."

He notices that her arms have fallen back to her sides.

"What he did not know was that I could hear him crying at night, that I would catch him wistfully looking at her pictures, and overhear him leaving her voicemails begging her to come home. Watching him fall apart, while I couldn’t do anything, broke my heart and I promised myself I would never let myself be in the same position. ”

Her eyes have slightly softened now too and it’s all the encouragement he needs to keep going.

“My father says that he and my mother had a great relationship in the beginning. Then a few years down the road, it started to change. He told me that no matter how much you love someone, sometimes it just isn’t enough, because if it was, she wouldn’t have left. Therefore, to ensure that I wouldn’t be left heartbroken again, I closed myself off to anyone and everyone.”

He can feel the tears gathering slowly in his eyes and he tentatively reaches for her hands.

“Until I met you. You have been so incredibly patient, supportive, and understanding with me; I see and feel it everyday. Despite that, I am still afraid. Afraid that one day, you will lose your patience with me or that you will see what my mother, the one person who was supposed to love me most in the world, saw, and leave as well and I’ll be left shattered, begging you to come back to me.”

She begins to try and say something, but Ethan continues.

“I know you are not my mother and that I am not my father. But the images of him in the first few months after she left are ingrained and still haunt me.”

He’s gripping her hands tightly now and she squeezes them comfortingly.

“I do not want to make the same mistakes as my parents: that is what I meant. You, and we, are not a mistake. I know we can, will, do better. I completely misspoke the other night and even Jenner has been acutely avoiding me since then.”

She laughs lightly and it gives Ethan the strength to blink away his tears.

“I am so incredibly sorry for my words and for hurting you. I will spend however long and do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness.”

He rests his forehead against hers and whispers, "There are not enough words for me to convey my gratitude in having you in my life. You deserve better and I will do my utmost to be better. Forgive me, baby.”

She serenely scans his face and his heart begins to pound so loudly, that he wonders if she can hear it too.

She brings one hand to wrap around the back of his neck and her eyes flutter closed. She gives a small nod and whispers, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

She pulls back far enough to look in his cerulean eyes and nods again. He breaks out into a large grin and sweeps her up into his arms, spinning her around. She laughs in surprise and Ethan thinks it's the most wonderful sound he's ever heard.

He sets her back down and kisses her tenderly, languidly. He pulls away with great effort and takes her plane ticket.

“Now that you won’t be needing this anymore, how about we go back to my place?” He doesn’t wait for her to respond, as he’s already moving to collect her things. She tugs on his hand and he looks up. When their eyes connect, she places one hand on his cheek.

“I know this is difficult for you. So thank you. For your apology, for opening up to me… for trying.”

He leans into her touch and places a sweet kiss to her palm.

“For you, I am always willing to try.”

She beams at him as he places a soft kiss to her temple and they walk out of the airport, hand in hand.

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Always | Draco Malfoy

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wow I got such an amazing response to Part 1, thank you! So here is the highly requested Part 2! Enjoy :) also I miiight have listened to the Lion King soundtrack (this song specifically) while writing this?? I know that doesn’t make sense but it’s what was making me feel creative don’t judge me. Part 3 maybe? ;)

Part 2/10 (Part 1)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)(Part 9)(Part 10)

also there aren’t enough words in the English language to describe the amount of love I have for Draco Malfoy. I’ve been reading these books and watching the movies since I was like 3 or 4 years old (I’m not even kidding). I always connected so deeply with Draco, I truly adore him. And while Tom Felton did an excellent job as Draco, it really is the character I’m in love with. 

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Nothing felt right, and you didn’t know why. Everything just felt, off. The looks you were getting from Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn’t help either. You tried to keep your focus on the parchment in front of you, but the look Hermione was giving you was starting to irritate you. 

“What?” You asked impatiently, looking up at her and thoroughly startling her. She quickly shook her head before you packed away all your things and pushed out of the common room. They all looked at you with pity or concern, and the fact that they’re worried isn’t what annoys you. It’s that you don’t know why they’re worried. You felt emotion swelling in your chest and you don’t know why. Dammit! What’s the matter with you? You furiously wipe away tears, desperately wishing you knew what was going on lately. You followed the direction your feet took you and found yourself nearing the top of the astronomy tower. 

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize anyone was here.” You mumbled uncomfortably when you noticed somebody leaning against the railing. He doesn’t answer, but by the glimpse of white blonde hair atop his head you know who it is. Draco Malfoy. 

You feel the urge to speak to him but you don’t know what to say. “It’s fine, I was just leaving.” He says gruffly, his face void of emotion as he turns to head to the stairs. You watch him go down the stairs and your feet are moving before you can stop them, “you don’t have to go. I don’t mind if you stay.” You say softly, a blush searing over your cheeks. Draco’s eyes flutter across your face before laughing bitterly. “I’d rather not, you’re nothing more than a filthy mudblood.” He spat, with something you couldn’t understand gleaming in his eyes. You flinched, recoiling from him before turning back up the stairs- wiping tears from your eyes. You don’t know how you let yourself forget how cruel he is, how unloving. You won’t make that mistake again. 

Draco turns down the stairs, his throat closing as he blinks hot tears from his eyes. You have no idea how badly he wants to hold you, to press his lips to yours and tell you how much he loves you. But he’s a Death Eater and you’re related to Harry Potter. Being with you, even in the same room as you, is too dangerous. Draco just feels numb, and he doesn’t want to feel anything anymore. 

Harry knows sooner or later he’s going to have to ask Malfoy what on Earth happened to you. One second you’re crying into Harry’s shoulder about how you feel like you’re losing Draco and then that evening you’re your usual bubbly self, laughing and doing your work and saying ‘Draco who?’ If Draco altered your memories like Harry feared he did, he wants to know why. The only reason Harry isn’t angry is because he knows how much you mean to Draco, so if Draco changed your memories then he must have thought doing so would keep you safe. 

You lean against the railing, feeling a weird sense of deja vu as you turn to press the railing to your back. Your hand curls around the cool metal railing, looking straight ahead of you at someone you feel should be standing there. It feels like an itch at the back of your head that you can’t scratch, just bugging you constantly. Something is wrong. You want to know what it is. You hear footsteps up the stairs and when you lock eyes with Blaise Zabini, surprised is an understatement. “Blaise?” Your voice comes out at a question, and he offers you a half-cocked smile. In truth he’s always had a thing for you, and now that you and Draco aren’t together anymore he assumes you’re fair game. 

“Nice night,” He comments off offhandedly. You nod with a slight blush, Blaise is cute. He’s certainly not the most attractive person in this school, annoyingly Draco is probably the best looking man in this school. Despite his cruel remarks. Blaise comes to stand next to you, slightly closer than you’re comfortable with. “So I’ve been meaning to ask you something, since you and Draco aren’t together anymore,” He starts and you furrow your eyebrows together. You and Draco? 

“There never was a me and Draco.” You correct, confusion in your tone. The confusion on Blaise’s face is unmistakable but he chooses not to say anything. 

“Right, so I’ve been meaning to ask if you wanted to got to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow.” Blaise asks, letting his eyes drift down your body briefly. In all honesty, you hadn’t ever given Blaise much thought all you knew was that he was part of Draco’s group of bullies. “Uh sure.” You answer uncertainly, it could be fun? You’d never been to Hogsmeade with anything except for that one time with Harry when the two of you sneaked into Hogsmeade through Honeydukes cellar. It would give you a chance to know Blaise better, maybe he wasn’t as bad as he seemed. 

The portrait closed behind Blaise as he’d entered the common room, a look of smug victory strew on his face. “Hey Draco, I asked Y/N to Hogsmeade, hope you don’t mind.” Draco stiffened immediately. His eyebrows furrowed together and a pit formed in the bottom of his stomach, “what?” Draco’s voice was tense as he turned to look at Blaise. His first reaction was to lash out violently, but then Draco took a deep breath. As far as he knew, Blaise wasn’t a Death Eater and neither were his parents. Being with Blaise could keep you safe, so despite how every single cell in Draco’s body wanted to strangle the life out Blaise, he turned back in his chair. “Okay.” Is the only word Draco could manage, much to Blaise’s surprise. He wasn’t expecting Draco to be alright with it. 

His heart feels like it’s being squeezed in his chest, but Draco simply stands from the couch placed in front of the fireplace and heads up to his bed. He can’t bare the thought of Blaise’s hands or lips on you. 

The next afternoon you’re stood in the courtyard outside the main entrance waiting for Blaise. You regret agreeing to go, Blaise makes you feel a little uneasy. When you look up again, your eyes lock with Draco’s and you feel your entire body heat up. You can’t seem to look away as he strides past you with Pansy walking with him. You ignore the nausea in your stomach when you see her laugh and grab Draco’s arm, why did that bother you so much? Seeing them together never bothered you before a few weeks ago. You tried to clear your head when Blaise approaches you with a wide smile on his face before taking your hand to lead you down to the train station. 

Hogsmeade was beautiful during the winter, with all the snow falling upon the roofs and the cobblestone streets. You let your eyes drift over to Draco, who has his eyes pointed up at the sky and a small smile spread across his face. He looks deep in thought, almost as though he’s remembering something nobody else does. There is a tint of pink across his pale cheeks, and his nose is rosy from the cold. You snap your attention back to Blaise when you feel him tap on your shoulder, “look if you have a thing for Draco still...” He trails off and you vigorously shake your head. Still?

You might be able to make the mind forget things, but the heart will always remember. 

“S-Sorry.” You stammer nervously and a sigh escapes Blaise’s lips before he smiles again. He takes your hand and leads you away from Draco and Pansy, towards the Shrieking Shack. You take the snowy path down to the Shrieking Shack, the silence between you and Blaise awkward and uncomfortable. You stop at the fence, the Shrieking Shack actually looks quite beautiful against the snowy backdrop behind it. “Cold?” Blaise asks, lifting his arms to wrap them around you. You smile awkwardly, while you are cold you’d rather not have Blaise’s arms around you. You don’t know why you feel so repulsed by Blaise, he’s been nice and he’s good looking. It just feels so insanely wrong. 

Blaise wraps his arms around you before reaching over to turn your head towards him. You close your eyes and brace when you see him leaning in, and soon you feel his lips press against yours. Well this isn’t so bad. It doesn’t send tingles through your body or give you butterflies. It’s nice, not amazing and not bad. You wouldn’t willingly do it again though, but you doubt you’ll fight him if he chooses to kiss you again. As soon as the two of you part, you pull away from him with a nervous smile. Why do you feel so nauseous? It’s almost as though you feel guilty. 

Draco’s heart had fallen far beneath him and into the fiery pits of hell, he was sure of it. He watched Blaise press his lips to yours, and while you didn’t melt into Blaise the way you did with Draco, you still didn’t reject him. Draco leaned against one of the trees, feeling the onslaught of tears surging up his chest with little he could do to stop it. He slid down the tree to sit on the wet and snowy ground, bringing his knees to his chest he lowered his head and did his best to blink the tears away, but they just kept falling. Draco heard Pansy calling his name in the distance, he’d managed to shake her somewhere on the path. He couldn’t bring himself to move, he didn’t want to move. This was by far the most painful thing he’s ever had to do- watching you with Blaise didn’t hurt nearly as bad as the way you looked at Draco. 

You were the only person to truly see him, now nobody did. He’s never felt so alone.

You’d begun to see Blaise more often, and you actually kind of liked him. He was sweet, and per your request he stopped bringing up Draco. Although you’re confused as to why he brought Draco up in the first place. You’d spent a lot of time with him in the Library, helping him study for Arithmancy. Blaise had said his Father told him to take more advanced classes, and when it came to Arithmancy, he was clueless. You however were very good at Arithmancy, so you’ve been helping him study. You and Blaise will take evening walks along the Rickety Bridge, talking about how creepy he found Professor Binns to be. Blaise was nice, but despite the hand holding, the kissing, the fooling around he still felt like a friend at best. 

You have not slept with him yet, for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to go all the way with Blaise. You’d be kissing, taking off clothes, and then it’s like an alarm goes off in your head and you have to stop. You’ll feel tears building at the backs of your eyes, and every cell in your body would be screaming at you because of how wrong it is. You just wished you knew why it felt so wrong. 

You knew that’s how tonight was going to end. You sat by the edge of the Black Lake with Blaise, watching as the Lake monster dug around for gifts to give you. Blaise found your friendship with the Lake monster unsettling, and weird. You always rolled your eyes when he told you not to accept the things the monster gave you, but you found the Lake monster to be deeply misunderstood. Dennis Creevey had fallen into the Black Lake during his first year here, and the Lake monster carefully lifted him out of the water and placed him back inside the boat. Still Blaise refused to see it as anything other than a monster, which sort of bugged you. Oddly enough, the Lake monster didn’t seem to like Blaise either. Blaise leaned back against the truck of a large tree, with you leaning back against his chest in between his legs. 

Harry did not approve of your relationship with Blaise at all, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why. You tend not to judge Slytherin’s as quickly as the others and sometimes you wondered if you really belonged in Hufflepuff instead of Gryffindor. There were moments, like now, where you did not feel brave at all. Instead your kindness took over and you would often push down feelings of discomfort in order to please other people. You were feeling rather uncomfortable with the way that Blaise’s hand was slowly sliding lower down your abdomen, towards the hem of your skirt. You bit your bottom lip to avoid saying something, maybe if you just forced yourself to do it then you wouldn’t feel this way anymore. It would be your first time having sex, maybe that’s why you’re so nervous about it. 

So when Blaise dips his hand into your skirt, you don’t fight him. It’s easily the worst decision you’ve ever made. 

It was awful, it didn’t hurt but the entire time you were clinging to him and keeping your face pressed to his neck so he wouldn’t see the tears. You felt a horrible heavy feeling all over your entire body, your stomach was twisting. You felt as though you should drop to your knees and beg for forgiveness, but you didn’t know why. You felt such overwhelming guilt it felt like it was suffocating you, you have to break up with Blaise. Something is very wrong with you, and you can’t lead him on while constantly trying to avoid any physical contact with him. You didn’t even cum, you didn’t want to. 

When Blaise rolled off you, he smiled at you and you forced a smile back. “Thought you said you were a virgin?” He questioned and you nodded slowly, unsure of where he was going with this. 

“I am.” 

“Didn’t feel like it.” He shrugged and you only blinked at him before reaching for your clothes. You felt far too exposed. You didn’t want Blaise to see your naked body any longer than he had to. You refused to meet his eye, and when Blaise placed a hand on your shoulder you slowly turned to face him, exposing your tear stained cheeks. “Woah, baby what’s wrong?” He asked, his arms reaching to pull you close to him, but you shrugged him off. 

“Blaise I can’t do this anymore, I just can’t be with you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, you haven’t done anything I just want to be alone.” You gasped through tears, wanting more than anything to be left alone with your Lake friend. Blaise’s eyebrows pinched together in anger, scowling down at you. He quickly turned and began to pull his clothes on, “I can’t believe you Y/N. You’re just a stupid whore mudblood.” He seethed, and you flinched. You felt tears running down your cheeks as he stood. Blaise turned to look at you once more, but his eyes flickered behind you. You turned to follow his gaze and saw the Lake monster reaching out to you, with something curled in it’s tentacle. 

It was a small glass vial. It was whispering to you. 

“Do you hear that?” You ask Blaise, as if you hadn’t been fighting with him 30 seconds prior. He doesn’t respond but with a quick glance you see he’s still there, his eyes transfixed on the bottle. You reached your palm out, letting the Lake monster drop the vial in your open hand, listening as it sounded as though someone was whispering your name from inside the vial. Who was that? It sounded like Draco. “I don’t hear anything, just toss it back. It’s a weird bottle.” Blaise huffed, crossing his arms. You shook your head, bringing the bottle up to your ear. There was unmistakably whispering. 

“No, I can hear it. It’s calling out to me.” You say softly, your fingers reaching to un-stopper the vial. Shakily you reached up to take the stopper out, and the wispy blue liquid from inside flowed out into the open air before turning directly into your temple. It hit you like a train. A kaleidoscope of memories slammed into you at once. The steps, Hogsmeade, the Hospital bed, the Lake, Draco all of it came rushing back. The night he had taken your memories, the Dark Mark. It was like a dam broke open in your head, and the memories flowed back in like water. You gasped, stumbling back. Blaise immediately reached out to catch you, “D-Draco!” You stammered wildly, looking up at Blaise. All the moments over the last few weeks between you and Draco felt different now, and all the pieces fell into place. This is why being with Blaise felt so wrong, why everything felt wrong. You’re in love with Draco! 

Oh God you had sex with Blaise. 

“What did that stuff do to you? I think you need to see Madam Pomphrey.” Blaise began but you quickly shook your head, your palms trembling. You pulled away from Blaise, stumbling as you turned towards the castle. “No I need to see Draco.” You gasped, breaking out into a sprint as you headed for the castle. You heard Blaise calling your name but you ignored him, your feet pounding against the ground and the wind rushing in your ears. You felt tears flowing down your cheeks, you felt so many different emotions it felt like you were drowning in them. Draco has been alone this whole time, and you were forced to suffer you just didn’t know why you were suffering! You ran through the front doors of the castle into the main hall before turning right and sprinting down towards the dungeons, that’s where the Slytherin common room is. 

You slid to a stop in front of the portrait key, you don’t know the password. It’s late, Draco has to be inside the common room or in his dorms. You pace around outside, waiting for any Slytherin to come out or go in. You released a frustrated sob as you tugged at your hair, and after about 30 minutes of nobody coming, not even Blaise, you turned towards the portrait door. You began to knock on the portrait door, “Draco!” You called his name as loudly as you could, you doubt he could hear you but you didn’t know what else to do. You sat there, pounding against the very irritated painting, that refused to open for you when finally Blaise came around the corner. He rolled his eyes when he saw you. 

“Blaise, please can you get Draco?” You ask him but he laughs bitterly. He begins to stride to the portrait door but you stand in front of him, “why would I? You’re breaking up with me for him aren’t you?” He snaps, and you feel guilty as you look sheepishly up at him. 

“Either get Draco or I’m following you into the common room.” You threaten, pulling your wand out. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do to see Draco right now. Blaise rolls his eyes. 

“Whatever, I just want you to leave me alone so fine.” Blaise snaps, whispering the password so that you wouldn’t hear before disappearing into the common room. You can only hope that he didn’t lie to you, and that he really will go get Draco. You pace around the hallway nervously, you’re not sure where you and Draco will go from here but all you know is that you need him right now. 

Draco sat on his bed, he rubs his temples as the door swings open to reveal a very irritated looking Blaise. “Y/N dumped me.” He snapped and Draco merely nods, while turning so that Blaise wouldn’t see his victorious smile. Of course you dumped him, Blaise is not the type of guy you’d go for at all. He’s too cocky, too full of himself. You admire personality, and Blaise is all about looks. How good he looks, how good his girlfriend looks. He’s too superficial for you. “And she’s outside the common room asking for you.” Blaise adds after a few minutes of silence and Draco cocked an eyebrow. Why on Earth would you be asking for him? Noticing the look of confusion on Draco’s face, Blaise turns to him. 

“We were down by the lake, and she found this weird bottle. As soon as she opened it she got all crazy and started saying your name.” Draco’s blood turns to ice in his veins as soon as the words leave Blaise’s mouth. You found your memories of him. Draco is trembling as he launches to his feet and nearly stumbles down the stairs. He’s trembling harder than he ever has as he pushes the portrait open, revealing you standing there. Wide eyed and teary as you lock eyes with him. You don’t even say anything, you launch yourself into his arms, crying softly against his shoulder. “Why- why?” You cry, you can barely speak and you’re grabbing him so tightly he’s worried you’ll break his ribs. The amount of relief that Draco feels having you here in his arms is surmountable to anything he’s felt before this, but the dread quickly follows behind. 

Draco pulls away from you, but you refuse to let him go. You keep your hands clung tightly to his arms, “Draco why?” You cry, looking up at him with watery eyes. Draco keeps you at arms length from him, how is he going to explain stealing your memories from you? He never thought you’d get them back, he thought they’d sink to the bottom of the Lake... the Lake monster. “I was trying to keep you safe-” Draco began shakily but you quickly shake your head. 

“Not that, your arm.” You gasp, looking down at the forearm that had the Dark Mark inked onto it. He fell silent, merely looking down at you, trembling and holding his hands as though he’d disappear if you let go. Suddenly you pressed yourself against him again, your lips finding his with desperate need. “Don’t care, right now I just need you Dray,” You gasped in between kisses. Your lips moved languidly with his and Draco’s arms wound around your waist, feeling as if he was home for the first time in weeks. Nodding quickly, Draco lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you off towards an abandoned classroom by the dungeons. Nobody comes down here, if only he’d discovered this earlier. You wouldn’t have had to have your first time by a Lake. 

Draco pushes into the classroom, the door swinging shut behind him as his lips move with yours. Your fingernails bite into his shoulders as you grasp him tightly, gasping when Draco drops you onto a table. He stands in between your legs, his hands reaching up to cup your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his. You whined against his lips, wriggling your hips closer to his. “Dray,” You begged, your hand sliding down his front to cup him through his pants. He groaned softly, his shaking hands quickly finding the bottom of your shirt and swiftly removing it. His pupils dilated upon seeing your bare breasts, his hands reaching up to cup the underside of each one. You throw your head back, your back arching into him as his lips wrap around one of your nipples. 

Your hand winds into his hair, pulling him more firmly against you. “Fuck baby,” You moaned, grinding your hips into his. Draco works your nipple to a peak before doing the same to the other, and his mouth feels heavenly against you. “I missed you so much,” Draco whispered, pressing kisses in between your breasts. You sighed softly as he kissed down your body, removing each layer of clothing between his mouth and your wonderful heat as he went. Your back ached and you collapsed back against the table when Draco’s lips found your clit and wrapped around it, sucking and biting softly. Your hand curls around his shoulder as he slides two fingers into you, pumping slowly. You feel that coil of pleasure building in your pelvis, winding tighter and tighter. You begin to pant as Draco brings you up to that edge and with one flick of his tongue you’re cumming hard against him. 

“Dray, I need you inside me. Now.” You gasp as you calm down, grabbing him to pull him back up to your lips. Draco nods frantically as his lips find yours, and his hands fumble with the button of his pants. Eventually the fabric is pushed down past his hips and Draco is lining himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing in. His eyebrows furrow when he notices you’re not as tight as he was expecting, but when you press your lips to his neck he gets lost in your body and begins to thrust into you at a steady pace. Your forehead presses against his, your hands holding his body close to yours as your lips find his once more. You kiss him sloppily, slowly, pouring all the emotion you felt bottled up these last few weeks. 

When you cum around him it feels like magic, it feels more perfect then anything else ever has. It feels right. 

Draco carries you back to your common room, ignoring snickers from people passing by. He kisses you sweetly, “I love you.” You whisper to him, Draco smiles. “I love you too.” He says, kissing you again and again before finally turning back to his common room. There are tears in his eyes, he had a plan b from the very start. This is going to be harder on you then it will be for him, and honestly he’s scared of the person he’s going to become because of this. It was you that made him a better person, if he never met you he shudders to think the kind of person he’d be today. Guess everyone is going to find out. 

Draco kneels in front of his bed, his wand in his hand, and a letter tied to his owls leg. The letter is addressed to you. Draco closes his eyes as he lifts the wand to his temple, and he concentrates on the memories he wants to remove. You underestimate just how far Draco would go to keep you safe, you really do need to stay away from him. Feeling a tear cascade down his cheek Draco takes one last shaky breath, letting himself remember you in a way he knows he never will again. 

With another breath, and a tremble in his palm Draco opens his eyes. 

“Obliviate.” 

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