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HPMA AU; A Christmas Prince

Chapter 6: When In Alderly

Summary: The royal family holds a benefit for a local orphanage. Dawn and Olympia have an adventure. Dawn finds himself in danger in more ways than one.

Words: 4.6k

A/N: This chapter has a spicy scene but it’s not explicit. The smut is only implied but if somebody wants it, I can post a bonus chapter.

Characters:

Dawn Harvelle and Evander Alderly by @potionboy3

Diana Somerset by @endlessly-cursed

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Chapter 6: When in Alderly

The next day Dawn was late to his meeting with Olympia. He was lightly out of breath when he entered the room.

“Dawn!” Olympia greeted him. “Did you run here?”

“Sorry I’m late, I couldn’t find socks.”

“Did you pack insufficiently?” asked Olympia.

“Yeah, maybe a little…”

“Hm.”

“So, what do you want to do today?” he asked her.

“How about you decide this time?” Olympia suggested. “What do you normally do?”

“I don’t suppose you have a mall here?”

“Of course we have a shopping center.”

“I don’t suppose we’re allowed to go?”

“No, I’m not supposed to leave, especially with you,” Olympia said.

“People might assume I’m your bae.”

“That would be funny.”

“How about a photoshoot?” Dawn suggested.

“A photoshoot?”

“Yeah, I like photography and a winter-y shoot might be fun to do.”

“Alright,” Olympia agreed. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“I get to choose which pictures you use in your article,” she said matter-of-factly. Dawn froze. Then he laughed nervously.

“Article?” he stammered. “I don’t know–,”

Olympia interrupted him: “I know the truth. I saw this in your room when I was looking for you yesterday.” She showed Dawn his own press pass from the press conference Quincey had been meant to hold when he’d gotten here.

“I…” Dawn didn’t know what to say. He stared at the pass blankly. “I guess I’ll go pack.”

“No,” said Olympia.

“So… the dungeon, then?” Dawn asked.

“No, I’d like you to stay.”

“What?”

“I’d like you to stay and write the article,” Olympia said. “But only if you promise to tell the truth.”

“The truth? Like… that your security kind of sucks?”

Olympia laughed. “Maybe not that. I meant about my brother.”

“Oh…”

“That’s why you’re here, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, will you do it? Write about the real him?”

“I came here for the truth.”

“Good. Then I’ll help you keep your secret.”

“You’re one odd royal.”

“I’ve been told.”

Dawn chuckled, and then suddenly realized something. “Your brother… does he know? Did you tell him?”

“No.”

He felt relief wash over him. “I heard he went missing yesterday morning.”

“Oh yes,” Olympia said. “Was it a good film?”

“Mh, yeah.”

“He told me what happened.”

“It wasn’t a big deal; we just fell asleep…”

“Yeah? Was it supposed to be a big deal?” Olympia asked, quirking an eyebrow.

It wasn’t a big deal, but also it was. It shouldn’t have been, but it was, and Dawn couldn’t explain why.

“Dawn…?”

“No!” Dawn hastily replied. “That’s what I’m saying, the whole debacle was ridiculous.”

“Yeah, welcome to palace life…” Olympia mused but something in her expression had changed. Dawn couldn’t pinpoint what it was. He felt like she had found something out, something Dawn hadn’t realized he was letting her in on.

They ended up having the photoshoot anyway, and Olympia was excited about just about all the photos. She was excited about most things, usually.

A couple of days later the whole family got into a motorcade and went to town. Olympia brought Dawn along. The queen and Quincey were holding a charity benefit for a local orphanage. A big crowd had gathered at the square in front of the orphanage, and a stage had been raised for speeches. The Queen, impeccably dressed, was standing on it now, speaking into a microphone:

“Many thanks to all of you for supporting our holiday festival to benefit the children of Saint Joseph's Orphanage. From the day that my husband, King Stefanos, became patron of the orphanage, he always made the closing remarks. And today, to continue this tradition, is my beloved son, and your prince, Quentin.”

She put out her arm to welcome Quincey on the stage, but the stairs remained empty.

“Prince Quentin,” she said again, looking around slightly. The security team looked just as puzzled.

“Oh no…” whispered Olympia next to Dawn, while worried murmurs went through the crowd. People started shouting out questions for Queen Isabella. Will The Prince abdicate? Who will rule the country if he does? The Queen did her best to calm down the crowd.

“He was just over there,” Dawn said. “Where did he go?”

“I think I have an idea,” Olympia said. “Come on.”

Olympia led him into the backyard of the orphanage, where a group of older kids were playing in the snow. With them, was a tall man, helping them build a snowman.

“Right, we need some more snow here,” he said. “And we should get some clothes too, like a scarf, and a hat…”

Quincey was standing his back to them, but Dawn recognized him almost instantly. Some of the children ran inside, presumably to look for items of clothing for the snowman they’d built.

“He’s… playing with kids?” Dawn asked. He was surprised that Quincey would shirk his duties again, but this was so much better than giving a speech.

“He always ends up here, every time we do a benefit,” Olympia explained.

The kids returned and dressed the snowman, then all of them stepped back to admire the work of their hands.

“Oh, it looks awesome, good job, everyone,” said Quincey.

“He really cares for these children,” Olympia explained.

“So, soldiers, in your positions,” Quincey was saying, and the kids gleefully formed a line in front of the snowman. He stood next to it and assumed what Dawn believed to be some sort of army pose.

“And now, on a charge of high treason, I hereby condemn this snowman to death by snowball firing squad,” he announced. “Are you ready?”

The kids shouted out their readiness.

“Alright, one, two, three, fire!”

Instead of taking aim at the snowman, all the kids threw their snowballs at Quincey, squealing with joy as he ducked behind the snowman for cover.

“You traitors!” he yelled, laughing.

“Don’t let him go!” one of the boys yelled and they chased him around the yard. Olympia couldn’t hold her laughter in.

“Game on!” Quincey yelled and tried to return fire, but the kids out numbered him by five.

“Get him!” yelled a girl, when one of Quincey’s snowballs hit her in the arm. Then all six of the children ran up to him, tackling him in the snow. Everyone was laughing and Dawn realized he probably should have been filming. He took out his phone and snapped a few pictures.

“For the article,” he told Olympia.

After getting up, Quincey noticed them and came over. He was all covered in snow.

“Oh, hello,” he said, a little out of breath. “Is it time for my speech?”

“You missed it,” said Olympia.

“Oh…”

“I’m sure it would have been great,” said Dawn.

“In that case, I should probably find mother for some damage control,” Quincey muttered. “But first…”

He turned to the kids and told them he’d be back, and they could play again. The kids seemed excited, and he hugged each of them goodbye. Then the three headed back.

“I didn’t think you had this many friends,” said Dawn.

“They happen to think I’m fun and cool.”

“Yes, though maybe not the best soldier?” Dawn asked, laughing.

“I was a little outmatched.”

“They just don’t make knights in shining armour like they used to,” Dawn remarked, and Olympia giggled.

“No, it seems they don’t…”

“Are you really going to come back?” Dawn asked.

“Yes, of course.”

“That’s… sweet.”

“I mean, we're hosting a benefit and I'm fairly certain the kids benefit more from snowball fights than speeches, and they're the ones we're doing this for,” Quincey said. He obviously felt strongly about this. “Not the press, and certainly not some stuck up nobles.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

The Queen wasn’t pleased, but Quincey refused to apologize. Dawn had to admire his conviction. The event came to an end, and they headed back to the castle.

The next morning Dawn went up to Olympia’s room before she was up and knocked. A very groggy princess appeared at the door, looking confused.

“Dawn?”

“Get dressed, we’re going out!”

“What?”

“It’s a beautiful morning,” Dawn said cheerily.

“Do I look like I care,” Olympia muttered. “Where’s Gavin?”

“Who?” asked Dawn. “Come on, I have something fun planned out!”

“Ugh, fine, give me two hours.”

“You don’t need that much, just dress warmly.”

“I don’t even have any makeup on,” she argued.

“You don’t need makeup, there won’t be any cameras where we’re going.”

“Where’s that?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Dawn…”

“Just go get warm now, love, I’ll meet you outside in twenty.”

“Fine…”

“You ready for some fun?” asked Dawn, after hauling a toboggan up a big hill. Olympia was eyeing it suspiciously.

“We’re going to die,” she said gravely.

“No, we won’t, my dad can’t afford to be sued by your family.” Having Olympia know the truth about him felt like such a big relief. He could be even more himself around her.

She laughed. “Okay, dibs on the front, though.”

“That’s the spirit!”

They got on the toboggan. It was a bit crowded, but they managed.

“Ready?” Dawn asked.

“Absolutely not, but what the hell, let’s do this.”

Dawn pushed the toboggan to move and soon they were gliding down the hill at a speed that made Dawn feel more like flying. Olympia was screaming at the top of her lungs, but she was also laughing. Mostly screaming, though. They ended up in a big pile of snow, with both of them flying from the toboggan and landing in the snow. Dawn couldn’t stop laughing.

“Oh my god,” said Olympia amidst her laughter.

“Please tell me you didn’t break your beautiful face,” Dawn asked her and got up. Olympia scrambled up too, seeming mostly unharmed.

“I think I’m fine.”

“That’s a relief.”

“Let’s go again!” said Olympia.

Dawn laughed. “Give me a minute to catch my breath.”

When they headed back up the slope again, Olympia said: “I wish there was a ski lift.”

They spent about an hour going up and down the hill, and when they were about to call it quits, Dawn noticed someone on a horse following their activities.

“Is that…?” he started, and Olympia followed his gaze.

“Quincey,” she finished. “He must’ve gone out riding.”

Quincey, having been noticed, urged his horse on and rode towards them.

“That’s Archimedes,” Olympia said. “He was our father’s horse.”

Archimedes was a beautiful black horse. Dawn didn’t know enough about horse breeds to say which he was, but he sure was pretty.

“Cool,” he said. “I, of course, know everything about horses since I do polo.”

Olympia chuckled.

Quincey reached them and jumped down from the saddle. That did something to Dawn but he chose to ignore it.

“Hey, you two,” he greeted them.

“Your Royal Quinceyness,” Dawn said.

“Hi Quince, hi Archimedes,” Olympia said.

“I was about to shove your sister’s face full of snow,” Dawn said.

“Sounds fun,” Quincey smiled.

Olympia threw a snowball at him.

“Hey!”

That started a free-for-all snowball fight. Olympia was the best shot, but Dawn wasn’t going to let that stop him. Quincey looked ridiculous in his fancy riding clothes, dumping snow on his sister’s head. Olympia tackled him and ran for her life. Dawn used to opportunity to take a few photos, until they came back and ganged up on him, which was rather rude, in his opinion. When Dawn was about to retaliate, he stumbled on a branch. Grabbing the closest thing (Quincey’s jacket) they both went hurtling down in the snow. Dawn suddenly had a whole lot of prince on top of him.

“Oh…” he said dumbly.

“Hi,” said Quincey.

Dawn was going to die.

“My apologies,” Quincey continued. They stared at each other for a prolonged moment. Dawn’s heart was beating its way out of his chest.

“Oi! You two! Am I interrupting something?” Olympia called out to them.

“Yes,” said Dawn and grabbed snow into both of his hands, shoving it all into Quincey’s stupid, beautiful face. The prince let out an undignified yelp and rolled off of Dawn. “I just won the snowball fight,” he declared, getting up. Olympia laughed.

“That’s how it’s done!” she whooped.

“That was a low blow,” Quincey said, wiping the quickly melting snow from his face.

“Should we head back for some hot cocoa?” Olympia suggested.

“Yes, that sounds good right about now,” Dawn agreed.

They headed back to Archimedes, Quincey grabbing its reigns to lead him back to the castle.

When they reached the castle and got inside, they were met by Miss Pince, some security, and Queen Isabella herself. She did not look pleased.

“Mother,” said Quincey.

“I suppose you think yourselves terribly funny.”

“What?” Quincey asked.

“We’ve been looking for Olympia for over an hour.”

“Mummy, please, we were just–,” Olympia started but Isabella put her finger up.

“Not another word from you,” she said sternly and then turned to Dawn. “Did you not read the instruction manual?”

“I believe walks are allowed,” Dawn said.

“Not outside the palace grounds. One of the groundskeepers told me what you were doing.”

“We were barely outside,” Quincey interjected.

“Outings such as this require a permission from myself or a member of the senior staff,” said The Queen.

“Mother, I’m 24, not 12,” Olympia said, angrily.

“You have only yourself to blame for your current predicament,” Isabella seethed.

“Enough, mother,” Quincey interrupted. He took a step closer to his mother, as if to shield Olympia from her. “She’s alright, in fact, she had fun. I haven’t seen Olympia so happy since father died.”

“Quentin–,”

“Can we not fight?” asked Quincey. “It’s nearly Christmas.”

Dawn was only a little impressed by Quincey standing up to their mother.

“Fine,” the queen said. “Go. All of you.”

After dinner Dawn holed up in his room for a while. He was feeling a little overwhelmed and he knew he was way behind in his schedule with the article. The thing was, though, that his direction with it had change entirely and now he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. He got up from his bed and walked around the room. When he reached the window, he saw the prince outside. He was on his horse again, headed for the woods. Dawn’s curiosity got the best of him, and he resolved to follow him. It was late and getting dark. Dawn checked his phone battery. It was at 98% so he should be fine. He bundled up as warmly as he could and headed out.

The woods were even darker than he had anticipated, though there was still enough light to see. He followed Archimedes’s hoof prints in the snow, and wondered where Quincey was headed on his daily rides. Quincey was nothing like Dawn had expected him to be. The way he had defended his decision to play with the kids instead of giving a speech was so uncharacteristically unroyal, that Dawn didn’t know what to make of it. Maybe he was reading too much into it. Maybe it was just a publicity stunt. He hoped it was not. Suddenly he realized he couldn’t see the horse’s prints anymore. He must’ve taken the wrong turn in his thoughts. He dug his phone from his pocket and opened Google Maps. No Signal, said his phone.

“Oh, cocks,” he said and looked around him. Everything looked the same and it was gradually getting darker and darker. then, to his horror, he heard howling. Was this how he was going to leave the land of the living?

He was trying to follow his own steps back, but it had started to snow, and they’d almost all disappeared. He saw other tracks though, more recent ones. Paw prints. He heard the wolf approach before he saw it. It wasn’t howling anymore but growling. Shit, Dawn thought. He had no idea what to do. Was he supposed to play dead?

“Alright now, let’s everyone calm down,” he said. “No need to get violent.”

The beast was some meters away from him, but Dawn knew he couldn’t possibly outrun it. It glared at him with yellow eyes. Just as Dawn was accepting the sweet release of death, someone galloped through the trees. Quincey and Archimedes stopped between Dawn and the wolf.

“Here, quick,” Quincey said and offered a hand to Dawn. Dawn didn’t have to be told twice. He grabbed the prince’s hand, and he pulled him on Archimedes, to sit behind him. Then he urged the horse on, and they were off in a whirl of snow. Dawn wrapped his arms around Quincey’s waist and held on tightly.

Quincey guided the horse to a small cabin in the woods.

“Where are we?” he asked Quincey as he helped him down from the horse. Dawn was so shocked after everything that his legs didn’t work. He almost collapsed but Quincey caught him, holding him upright.

“Woah, are you okay?”

“Uh, yes… thanks…”

He stood up awkwardly, and Quincey kept a hold of his shoulder.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, um, yes…”

They took Archimedes to a small stable behind the cabin, and Quincey explained it was his father’s old hunting lodge. Then they went inside the actual cabin. It was old, like Quincey had said. And rustic, and surprisingly normal. It looked like anyone’s hunting lodge, not the king’s.

“Do you come here often?” he asked.

“Sometimes, when I want to be alone.”

“Oh, it really is in the middle of nowhere.”

Quincey nodded and grabbed a bottle and two glasses from a small table. He poured them full and offered the other to Dawn.

“An old Alderlian remedy,” he said with a smile.

“What is it?”

“Mostly whiskey,” Quincey laughed.

Dawn took a drink and pulled a face. “Clearly.” He wasn’t much of a whiskey man.

Quincey started building a fire in the fireplace and Dawn sat down in an armchair.

“Now that you’ve survived a wolf and possible hypothermia, care to tell me what you were doing in the woods?” asked Quincey.

“I was… taking a walk,” said Dawn. He couldn’t rightly say that he had been following Quincey.

“In the woods? At sundown?”

“I might have taken a wrong turn or two,” he admitted. Or a hundred. Most likely a hundred.

“Well,” started Quincey and got up from in front of the fireplace. He grabbed a blanket from the nearby bed and draped it across Dawn’s shoulders. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

“I think you might have saved my life.”

“I… suppose I might have, yes…”

“Thank you,” Dawn said. The gravity of the situation was starting to hit him. Even if the wolf wasn’t really going to eat him, he might’ve frozen to death.

“You’re welcome.”

“I guess I’m too much of a city boy to be left alone in the woods…”

“You just might be.”

The fire got going and Quincey settled on another armchair, nursing his whiskey.

“Why were you out riding at this hour?” Dawn asked after a while.

“Like I said, I wanted to be alone.”

“Oh… I mean the stable was warm, I could just go there–,”

“Oh please, I’m not going to make you sleep in the stable, besides, I enjoy your company.”

“Sleep?” asked Dawn, turning to look at him.

“Yes, I think it’s best we stay here for the night.”

“Oh…” Dawn looked around. It was a very small lodge. His eyes landed on the bed, of which there were only one.

“I managed to get a text through to Olympia, so she knows we’re not wolf-food.”

“Your phone works?”

“It did, but now the battery’s dead. iPhones and Alderlian winter don’t really mix.”

“Well… damn,” said Dawn. “I don’t have any signal whatsoever.”

“Yeah, that tends to happen…”

Dawn stared at the fire for a while. Then, he said: “I also wanted to thank you for standing up to your mother after the toboggan incident.”

“You don’t need to thank me for that.”

“I think I do, she’s quite scary.”

“I know.”

“You were kind of scary too,” Dawn admitted.

“I was?”

“Yeah, I could definitely tell you two are related.”

“I didn’t mean to…”

“No, no, it was hot!” Dawn said and then realized what he’d said. Why couldn’t he control his stupid mouth around this guy? Quincey stared at him; lips parted as if he was about to say something, but nothing came out.

“I mean, uh… convincing, and serious, and… impressive.”

“Oh… alright,” said the prince. He turned to look away from Dawn and Dawn felt like an idiot.

Quincey got up and went to stoke the fire. Dawn took a big sip of his whiskey.

“You can take the bed,” said Quincey.

“What?”

“To sleep in.”

“Oh no, you take it, this is your lodge.”

“I insist.”

“I’m not taking the bed.”

“You’re my guest.”

“And you’re the future king!” Dawn said and had to laugh. This was probably the most ridiculous conversation he’d ever had.

“Just take the bed,” Quincey said stubbornly.

Dawn could be stubborn too. “I know you haven’t known me for that long, but I’m not one to back down and I’m used to winning.”

Quincey turned to look at him. “Alright, then,” he said with an unreadable expression. “I suppose we’ll share.”

Dawn had not expected that. “Share? The bed… yes… obviously.”

He got up from the armchair and walked to the window in case his face was as red as a tomato.

“How does it look?” asked Quincey.

“Pretty,” said Dawn. “Snowing hard, though.”

“I’m going to go check on Archie, you can stay here,” Quincey said and pulled his coat back on. Dawn nodded and the prince went outside. Then he walked up to a gorgeous writing desk on the other side of the room and dragged his hand along its surface. At a whim, he opened the top drawer. There were some letters and post cards addressed to the late King Stefanos. Dawn reached further into the drawer and his fingers brushed against something that felt like a switch. He pulled it, and another drawer opened, though Dawn hadn’t noticed there was one there. A secret compartment. He looked inside, feeling excited. Inside was only a one document. A very old and frail-looking piece of paper. He eyed it. It was part of the Alderlian constitution, it seemed. The more Dawn read, the colder he seemed to feel. The document stated that any monarch of Alderly is required to be married or marry within a year of their coronation.When he heard footsteps in the snow outside, Dawn folded the ancient paper and pushed all the drawers closed. He put it in his jacket pocket and got back to the window. He had to think about this. Why would a paper like that be hidden away in King Stefanos’s secret getaway? Did anyone else know? Did Quincey know?

By the time Quincey returned, he’d manage to calm down and switch his detective brain off.

“How was he?” Dawn asked.

“Cozy,” Quincey said, hanging his coat up. “I also picked up more firewood.”

The prince carried the wood next to the fireplace and then joined Dawn by the window, peering out.

“The stars are so bright and pretty here,” Dawn said.

“No light pollution, city boy.”

“Yeah,” Dawn agreed.

They were standing so close their arms were touching, and maybe Dawn leaned into it slightly, or maybe he was just still a bit unsteady on his feet. When he turned to look at the prince, he was already looking at Dawn, smiling that stupid smile of his. Without thinking about it at all, he kissed Quincey. The prince cupped Dawn’s face in his hands and kissed him back. His hands were warm after lighting the fire. This was probably an even worse idea than impersonating Olympia’s companion. Quincey pulled him closer, moving a hand on the small of his back. Dawn grabbed his shirt and kept kissing him, and kissing him, until suddenly, Quincey fell back, pulling away from him. Dawn grabbed the windowsill to steady himself.

“Oh,” he mumbled.

“I shouldn’t,” Quincey was saying, and Dawn registered it vaguely. “I can’t…”

“No, I crossed a line, Your Highness,” Dawn interjected.

“You didn’t,” Quincey said. “I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“But you can’t.”

“I can’t.”

“And I can’t either,” said Dawn.

“So, we can’t,” said Quincey and held Dawn’s gaze. Then he moved, closing the distance between them again. This time the kiss was urgent, more desperate. Dawn practically threw himself at the prince, who caught him easily, and then he was carrying him, moving towards the bed and onto it.

Afterwards, when they were lying on the bed with considerably less clothing, Dawn couldn’t get his brain to work. He also couldn’t stop smiling. He turned to Quincey, who was lying on his back, eyes closed and a faint smile on his lips. Dawn reached out and wrapped an arm around him, turning on his side.

“The stars are so much prettier out here,” he said quietly, repeating his sentiment from earlier.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” Dawn said quickly. “I said your breath stinks.”

“Oh,” Quincey laughed. “Sorry.”

“No, it doesn’t, really,” Dawn corrected himself. “It’s very minty, actually.”

Quincey let out a small laugh and Dawn laughed too.

“I… wasn’t sure you would be…,” Quincey started. “Into this.”

“I wasn’t either,” Dawn admitted. “Not before right at the minute I kissed you.”

“Oh…”

“I mean, I thought about you way more than I ever do other people, and acted like an idiot around you, but somehow I didn’t put it together,” Dawn laughed.

“I thought you were beautiful,” Quincey said softly.

Dawn had to laugh. “Beautiful?”

Quincey nodded, solemnly.

“At least I try to disguise my lame compliments as insults.”

“I don’t feel the need,” Quincey said with a smile.

“You’re the worst,” said Dawn and kissed him again.

The morning light filtering through the cabin’s window was what woke Dawn up. He was cuddled up in Quincey’s arms and it was so nice and warm that he didn’t want to move, but he knew they’d get in trouble as it was, and the longer they stayed the worse it would be. He poked Quincey.

“Mmh,” said the prince.

“Should we get up?”

Quincey shifted and slowly blinked his eyes open. “Morning…”

“We should start heading back,” said Dawn.

“What a shame…”

“Your mother is probably losing her mind,” Dawn reminded the prince.

“Oh God, you’re right,” he said and sat up. Dawn regretted saying anything.

Quincey got dressed quickly and Dawn followed suit.

“Maybe you’d like to… see me later?” Quincey asked.

“Professionally or…?”

“Both, but not at the same time,” Quincey said.

Dawn laughed and pulled his shoes on. Quincey was already heading out, but Dawn rushed after him to kiss him again, just in case things would become weird and complicated once they got back to the castle and he didn’t get to do it again. Quincey smiled into the kiss.

“Come on,” he said and took Dawn’s hand. They went out together.

He hadn’t needed to be afraid about the kiss because Quincey kissed him again once they got inside, in an alcove, right under the roof of the queen. He felt giddy, like a teenager. After Quincey had gone, he headed to his room to wash up and change. This time, he chose not to tell the latest details to Rocky and Pandora, because… well. After having dressed up in something not smelling like smoke, Dawn headed out of his room to find Olympia. He wasn’t sure he should tell her what had happened either, but he couldn’t just sit still. As he entered the wing where the royal siblings’ apartments were, he heard voices in one of the rooms. Never one to miss a chance to snoop, he got closer. It was Quincey and Diana talking, that much he could see. The room had a fireplace lit and Quincey was sitting on a couch, while Diana was standing, facing him.

“Why am I here, Quince?” she was asking.

“I imagine my mother invited you,” Quincey replied. From his position, Dawn couldn’t see his face, but he could see Diana’s, and she did not believe him.

“She said you had asked me to come, specifically,” she said, sounding hurt.

“I… I don’t know what mother has told you, but I didn’t,” Quincey said. “Not that I’m not glad to see you. I am. But I don’t have any ulterior motives.”

“Towards me, at least,” Diana said. Dawn inched closer.

“What…?”

“I saw you this morning.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow…”

“I thought that companion was for Olympia, not you,” Diana said. Dawn gulped. What exactly had she seen?

“He… he is,” Quincey stammered.

“Yet you spent a night with him.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“He got lost in the woods.”

“So, you gave him mouth to mouth?”

Quincey sighed and got up from the couch. Pacing, he put his hands in his pockets. “I… I can explain…”

Diana looked at him, but he didn’t say anything else, he just slumped back on the couch, at a loss for words.

“How long?” Diana asked. She sat down next to him.

“Since last night,” Quincey admitted. Dawn couldn’t breathe.

“So, it was a hookup?”

“Yes, I… yes, of course it was,” said Quincey.

“Oh, good.”

“Good?”

“I was worried it was something more,” Diana said.

“I don’t make it a habit to sleep with the help.”

Dawn took a step back from the door. He tried to make sense of what he’d heard. Diana laid her hand on Quincey’s and smiled. She said something but Dawn didn’t hear what. She hugged him and Dawn turned and walked away. He’d heard enough. He’d been such an idiot.

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#hpma fic #fic: a christmas prince #dawncey #dawn harvelle #quincey alderly #olympia alderly #quincey and diana do NOT come out of this chapter looking good #i mean physically yes #morally not so much #*mine #*my writing

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cynoirsure · 5 years

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sweetener | jjk

pairing — jungkook x reader

word count — 12.4k

genre — bakery!au, fluff

summary — running your up and coming bakery with an attractive boy named Jeon Jungkook turns out to be harder than anything you learned in pastry school.

warnings/tags — none!!

a/n — im telling you now, i’ve been thinking about this fic since september. i had this as a bulletpointed idea but after seeing bts live i’ve been uhh looking like the kermit furiously typing gif. i have not written a fic in a HOT second so this might be a lil mediocre!! also publishing a fic for the first time!! big scary!!

“Add 70 g of egg whites into a bowl, when the egg whites become frothy, add half the sugar,” You mutter to yourself, before pausing. “...and multiply the recipe by 40.” Ever since your best friend left your co-owned bakery for grad school, you’ve been feeling spent by the amount of work being done at your bakery by yourself. You and your friend had never felt the need to hire anyone else since you two were pretty productive, but since you were alone, you took on a lot of responsibilities at the bakery now, including but not limited to: finally nailing the macaron recipe, actually confronting your fear of making croissants, and even sucking it up and actually making the damn tart crusts.

You sighed, zoning back into the macaron shell recipe that your friend had written down, and you realized you really couldn’t do this alone. The bakery could only be open for so long with only one person in the back of the house and also working the cash register. You stopped the stand mixer, walking into the office and typing a simple sign that did the job: Now Hiring Bakers!

The next few days were filled with numerous hopefuls, including teenagers with similar ambitions of yours when you were in high school, amateurs who only knew how to make box cake mix and chocolate chip cookies (you shuddered at the fear of inaccuracy), and other people who only wanted to work because you were cute. After shoving the last person out for said reason, you hit your head on the stacks of resumes in your hand. You were beginning to lose hope in whoever would aid you in helping out the bakery, and at this point you were thinking of switching locations to a smaller storefront so you could manage it all by yourself. Just as you set down the stacks of papers, you hear the door’s bell jingle, and a man who couldn’t be much older than you walks in.

And you couldn’t miss how cute this guy was. He walked in with a simple outfit on, a simple white t-shirt and black jeans, but you could tell that he was fit from the way his arms contoured as he pushed through the door.

“Good uhh...afternoon!” He starts off, pausing halfway to check his watch for the time to make sure he was accurate with the time. “My friend Hoseok was telling me about how one of his favorite bakeries was hiring and I was curious if the position was still open?” His fringe fell in front of his eyes and you were faintly reminded of a coconut.

You hummed in approval, smiling softly. “Ah yes, Mr. Jung and his love of strawberry shortcakes, my own specialty! Well, we are still hiring indeed,” you nod towards the table with the stacks of resumes still stacked. You both take a seat at said table, and he rummages around in his backpack before giving his own resume to you.

“My name is Jeon Jungkook, I’m fresh out of undergrad and I would like to help out in the kitchen!” Jungkook introduces himself to you with a small smile, and you gloss over the resume that he had just given you. He recently graduated from one of the top schools in the nation and his previous job experiences have all been working at Michelin star restaurants. Quite honestly, you were shocked. Whatever deity above had planned for you, you were pleasantly surprised with the outcome. Your mouth opens to a small o as you set down the resume, blinking at him.

“You graduated from one of the best schools in the nation, used to work at a Michelin star restaurant, and now you’re here? Why?” You questioned carefully, not to sound too harsh with your word choice. Jungkook’s ears went pink and he looked down into his lap.

“I… Really like the small bakery concept.” He says quietly, his voice suddenly softer and lacking the confidence that was once in his voice. You had to lean in a little more to hear what he was saying, intrigued. “I found my passion of baking when I studied abroad in France my junior year of college, seeing all the different ways this art had come along.” You smile softly, the memory close to your heart as well.

“What’s your favorite thing to bake, Mr. Jeon?” You asked after a pause of comfortable silence. He smiled to himself, before looking up at you. “I love making tarts!”

And with that, you knew the search was over. A cute guy with a passion to making tarts, something you could never nail yourself? “Welcome to the team, Jungkook!” You grinned, holding out your hand.

—

Hiring Jungkook was arguably the best and worst thing to happen to your bakery. On one hand, he was bringing in a lot of customers, the bakery was more busy than it has been before, you could get him to carry most of the deliveries in, and you could finally reach the Good Stand Mixer that your friend put on the top shelf, for some reason. Maybe it was so that the next person you would hire would have good muscles, or by some miracle, you’d grow a bunch so you can reach the top shelf.

However, since the bakery had been getting more busy, you couldn’t be as lax as you were before. With the amount of girls coming in to ogle at Jungkook when he would work at the counter, you had to wake up 2 hours earlier than you would usually to make enough to last you to at least 2:30, and your bakery opened up at 11 AM every day.

Not to mention, he wasn’t just a distraction to the girls coming in. You couldn’t stop yourself from watching his muscles flex while he stirred the last of a cake batter together, or feel a slight twinge of jealousy when he would arrive before it’s time to open up the shop and see his snatched waistline before he put on his apron over his outfit.

You couldn’t blame him, though. He was as equally as dedicated to the bakery as you were, as shown from the multiple times you’d come into the bakery early and he’d already be there, working on something in the kitchen, his oversized black shirt covered in flour.

“Oh? You’re here early, Jungkookie.” You muse, sipping from the mug of cherry blossom tea that you brought down. You lived in the apartment right above the bakery, so you were comfortable with coming down in the morning in your pajamas before Jungkook would come in to help finish off what you had started to decorate. He grinned at you, revealing what he had been working on so early in the morning.

“Ta-da! Try this, it’s a blueberry basil tart!” He smiled so hard that the crinkles in his eyes appeared, a different kind of smile than the one he would show the girls who would come in. You set down the mug, walking over and grabbing a pair of forks for you and him. He already had grabbed a knife to slice a piece of tart for you, beyond excited for you to try the tart. You hold out another fork with him, clinking the forks together before taking a bite of the tart.

You knew this boy said he was famous for his tarts, but what he had put in front of you was like nothing else of its kind. You looked up at his smile, eyes wild in bewilderment.

“Hey Jungkook, do you think you can make like… 4 more of these, full sized? I think I might put them on the menu for today…” You start off. You had never even entertained the idea of a pastry of the day until he came along. His eyes lit up and he grinned at you, suddenly enveloping you in a hug.

“Thank you for giving me a chance, this is what I was truly missing in the Michelin star restaurant experience.” He whispered into your ear, you still being frozen from the sudden hug. You awkwardly hug him back, patting his back and nodding slowly.

“No problem, Kook. Now get to work! We need to put this on the menu.” You pulled away, giving Jungkook two thumbs up and going to the front of the house to find the whiteboard marker to write on the mirror behind the cash register. Jungkook went into full concentration mode, and you started to clean in preparation for the wave of girls that were to come in soon.

—

Turns out that Jungkook making new pastries every day brought out your own creative side as well. Often times, instead of waking up early, you would make some cold brew coffee in the morning and drink it while you were brainstorming ideas to make at night. Jungkook would also stay up with you to a certain extent, but you found out that he lived an hour away from the bakery and when 10:30 would hit, you’d practically push him out of the bakery and wait for his bus with him before going up to your apartment to sleep.

This would become a regular occurrence, even if it meant he would try to pout his way through asking you to stay over. However, one day, you forget to do so. You and Jungkook were super invested in making an earl grey lavender panna cotta that you had seen in a recipe book beforehand but didn’t remember any of the measurements that came along with it. Needless to say, the last 7 hours were tweaking the perfect earl grey to lavender ratio, as well as scooping out the usual popular cookie flavors so you could just pop them in the oven tomorrow morning.

“Let’s take a break, yeah Kookie?” You arched your back, hearing your spine pop in satisfaction before grabbing your phone. He picked up his phone as well, shooting a look at you when the clock read 1 AM.

“Were we really… Grinding for 7 hours for opening today?” He questioned, confused. You raised an eyebrow, checking your own phone and your eyes almost popping out of their sockets. You were pretty sure that the buses weren’t running anymore and you didn’t know how to get Jungkook home since rideshares in your area weren’t always the best.

“Uh, do you have a car or something to take you home?” You asked, leaning onto the counter when he ruffled his hair, shaking his head. “I can call you an Ube--” “Is it possible for me to stay over tonight? I don’t wanna worry my my mom if i’m in an untrusted car,” he smiled, pinching your cheek. “And I don’t want you to worry either. What if I get kidnapped?” He jokes lightly, but your eyes widen in realization that he’s probably right, what if he had died on his way home? You couldn’t bear to lose another beloved worker, especially one that had done way more for the business than you would like to admit.

“I haven’t cleaned in like, a week, but I guess you can come up and crash on my couch for the night?” You were skeptical. Not to mention, Jungkook would be the first boy (that isn’t your best friend’s boyfriend) that would be up in your apartment, and needless to say, you were extremely nervous. Not like your apartment wasn’t dirty, you liked to keep it pretty tidy, and even all your Rilakkuma bears were arranged pretty nicely on your bed and couch.

Even so, you couldn’t drive and it would be cruel to send him home so late. “... Mayhaps, but you still have to show up for work tomorrow, yeah, Kookie?” You say sternly, and he smiled happily, nodding.

“Thank you so so much! I owe you my life, mon petit chou!” The nickname slips out of Jungkook’s mouth and his eyes widen, covering his mouth.

You blink, tilting your head. “A small cabbage, how cute.” You laugh softly, going over to the door that led upstairs. “Well, what are you waiting for? Are you gonna stand there shocked all night or are you coming up?” You ask, making Jungkook snap out of his shocked state and follow you up the stairs. You fumbled with the keys for a quick second before opening the door and toeing off your shoes. Your apartment was a small one bedroom apartment with a futon couch in the living room with 3 bear plushies on it. You went to go grab the spare pillows and blankets in the bedroom closet, gently reminding Jungkook to take off his shoes before setting up his bed for the night.

“Why don’t you go shower so I can set up your bed? I can get you a towel and something to change into?” You turn to Jungkook, who was currently taking off his sneakers. You smile, ruffling his head and opening the door to the bathroom. You grabbed a towel and large shirt that you hoped would fit him as well as some flannel pants, both acquired from when your friend moved away, and set it in the bathroom. As Jungkook went in to shower, you set up the couch to be bearable for at least one night.

When Jungkook came out of the bathroom, you were half awake, watching Great British Bake Off on Netflix and wrapped up in the fleece blanket you had set for him to sleep with, already changed into your sleepwear. He smiled softly, sitting on the opposite side of the couch.

“Are you having fun, petit chou?” He laughed softly, you nodding in and out of your sleep. You were too tired to form a response, you two watching together as they struggled to bake their roulades in time. By the time the episode was over, the room was more quiet than usual. Jungkook stretched his limbs out and sat up to ask you a question, however, you were knocked out, curled up in a warm fleece ball and hugging the Korilakkuma plush close. He smiled, rearranging you so you were laying down on the couch, laying on the floor and preparing himself for a less comfortable night than what you attempted to prepare for him.

—

You woke up the next morning, unfamiliar with your surroundings for about 5 seconds before realizing you were on your couch. You relaxed back into the couch, before freezing up once more. Why were you on the couch?

You sit up on the couch, turning towards the TV and noticing the sleeping figure on the floor. Jungkook had fallen asleep on the floor, one arm cushioning the back of his head and the other one lazily wrapped around his waist, making you feel terrible. Gingerly stepping around Jungkook, you started to make breakfast for the both of you. You plugged in your headphones and started playing music as you took out the ingredients for Nutella crepes.

Jungkook woke up half an hour later, sitting up and watching you wrap up the crepes before clearing his throat. You didn’t pay attention to the sound, Shawn Mendes’s In My Blood blasting in your earbuds. One moment you heard Shawn’s voice loud and clear, and suddenly, one earbud was gently tugged out of your ear, but enough that it startled you.

“Jesus, Kookie, can’t I enjoy Shawn Mendes in peace?” You frown up at him. He flashed a grin at you, shaking his head. He stepped away from you and walked around to go stand at the opposite side of the table, grabbing a plate and thanking you for the breakfast. You both eat in a comfortable silence, your headphones long discarded in favor of the quiet morning with Jungkook.

After breakfast, you got ready while he washed dishes, much to your protest. You also figured out over breakfast that you would be in charge of the front of the house, so you went into the bathroom to put on your face of makeup and putting in your contacts before coming out. You were mesmerized by the way his muscles moved while he was doing simple things such as washing the dishes. He catches you staring, grinning when you blush and turn away, shaking his head.

“I’m gonna go downstairs and start baking off the cookies, yeah?” You say, still not looking up at him. “You go wash up, you smell, Kookie.” You waved to the younger, laughing awkwardly. You didn’t want to make eye contact since you knew Jungkook had that stupid shit-eating grin on his face. “Don’t forget to lock the door before going down, yeah?” You were putting on your shoes, checking if you had everything one more time (even if you did live upstairs from where you worked).

And it baffled you as to why you suddenly got extremely jealous with every girl that walked through and flirted with Jungkook that day.

There are 14 days in 2 weeks. In the last 14 days, Jungkook stayed over 10 times.

You weren’t complaining at all, however. You were kinda glad that the weird tension from the first time that Jungkook had stayed over had gone away, and even if he was staying on the couch, it wasn’t weird. You two even stayed up sometimes running to the 7/11 near your house to pick up some things that you could easily distinguish as his in your house including a child’s toothbrush of Ryan, the Kakao Talk character, some bunny slippers for wearing inside the house, and a bunch of candy that you guys could snack on while watching The Great British Bake Off.

Some nights, however, you felt lonely, even if there were two people in your one bedroom apartment. You would fall asleep thinking about if Jungkook was in the empty space next to you, cuddling into your bear plush harder and wishing it was the brown haired boy instead. You would dream about doing extremely domestic things with him, waking up and bitterly drinking a cup of coffee within the same boat as your emotions.

You couldn’t even get started on seeing him in the morning. While he was at the stand mixer making the first batch of meringues for the day, you had to refrain from hugging him from behind. You know he probably wouldn’t mind you back hugging him but to be safe, you just stood next to him and quietly leaned on him. You didn’t miss the soft smile that would curve onto his face and the arm that wrapped around you to pull you into a side hug. Your heart was beating so loud that you feared that he would hear and tease you, but he never said anything about it.

As the days passed by, you noticed that Jungkook would bring upstairs more and more of his personal items before work began (if he went home that previous night), and the sun started to set before 6:30. This was the prime time to finally make a move that could change gears on your relationship with Jungkook. “Ah, the autumnal equinox. The rise of pumpkin spice, chai tea, apple flavored baked goods, and cuffing season.” Jungkook saunters into the bakery bright and early, his voice snapping you out of your thoughts. You turned to him, squinting at all of the things he had just listed. He grinned at your reaction, peeking over your shoulder to see the words flavor of the day: chai spice macarons written on the announcement mirror.

“And I see you’ve fallen victim to at least one of those things.” He chuckles and you roll your eyes, turning back around with the whiteboard marker in hand. You continue to mind your own business decorating said mirror, humming along to Don’t Forget by Crush and Taeyeon playing in the background. A few beats pass before you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist, his brown hair coming into view on your right side as his chin rests comfortably on your shoulder. Typically, the height difference would’ve been a lot more noticeable, but since you were standing on a stool to write on the mirror comfortably, the difference was bearable for once. You freeze up a little and you bump your head lightly into him, heat rising to your cheeks.

“Do you need something, Kookie?” You question, and he squeezes his arms lightly around your waist. Since the weather was cooling down, you opted to wear a fluffy knit sweater over some high waisted shorts, and when he squeezed, you could feel his arms around you instead of just the fabric lightly pressing into your skin.

“Do you think… I could sleep with you in your bed tonight?” He asks softly, and your eyes widen, dropping the marker in your hand. Upon seeing your reaction, his own eyes widen for a second before he laughs. “No, not like that, silly! Unless you want to-” he starts, before you start to wiggle out of his grasp.

“You’re disgusting, Kook,” you laugh off, hiding your embarrassed expression and shaking your head. He grins, squeezing you tighter in his grasp. “... But since you asked so nicely, I guess. Don’t expect me to cuddle you, though! I would still prefer to cuddle with my bear rather than you!” You joke lightly, the lie going right through your teeth. He grins, nuzzling into your neck and making you blush even more. This was the first time that he’d ever been so affectionate with you aside from the casual side hug, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the favor or if he was being legitimate with laying on the affection so heavy.

“Mhm, but you’re still warm nonetheless so don’t be surprised when you wake up and I’m spooning you.” He releases his hold on you, grinning and going into the kitchen. You were stuck in your place, hearing the pans start to bang in the back and you just sighed, burying your face into your hands. Tonight will be a long night, and you’re not sure whether or not you’re on board with it or you’re against it.

—

“Hey, I think we should head up, yeah?” Jungkook nudges you as you pull out your latest attempt at your friend’s famous recipe for apple cider donuts. You purse your lips, looking at your watch. The watch read back 2:30 AM, and you realized that meant by the time you got into the bed (with Jungkook, you mentally reminded yourself), you would have to wake up in 3 hours.

“Kookie, why didn’t you tell me earlier? You knew we would have to get up early to finish the cakes anyways!” You huffed, pouting at him. He laughed softly, pulling the tray of donuts from your hand and placing them onto the speed rack.

“I’m sorry,” he smiled, taking your hand as you both headed towards the door that led to the upstairs apartment. “You just looked super in thought with whatever you were baking, I didn’t want to interrupt.” You noticed the way he held your hand, as you guys both went up the stairs. “I was also busy with closing up the shop, since you were in the back of the house all day. Why don’t you wash up first, hm? I’m gonna make some tea for us.” He patted your head, going into the kitchen, toeing off his shoes on the way. His uniform was still on, you noticed, making you smile as you went into the bathroom to prepare for the night.

Once you were out the bathroom, you could hear Jungkook on the phone when you waddled out in your pajamas, and he turned when he heard your feet padding through the hallway. He bid goodbye to who he was on the phone with (his mother, you presumed) and he held out the mug full of sleepytime tea to you. He had taken off the apron, and his hair, once styled to reveal his forehead, had been reverted back to his natural hairstyle. You waddled over, taking the mug with a silent thanks and you sat across from him at the bar table.

“What’s your fondest memory?” You ask him after you finished half your tea, making him look up from absentmindedly scrolling on his phone. He purses his lips in thought, before sighing.

“When I studied abroad during my junior year, I was stuck at the train station and I didn’t have enough money to get home. I didn’t know what to do, so I set down the hat I was wearing at the time and I started to sing.” He nodded, taking another sip of his tea. “I only say it was fond because so many people gathered around to hear me do this mediocre cover of Sofa by Crush, and so many girls offered to pay for me. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t even hit most of the lower notes.” He laughed softly, finishing the tea in his mug, watching as you also finish your tea. “What about you?” He questions after setting both mugs in the empty sink, you standing to join him at the other side of the table.

“I think my fondest memory has to be opening up this bakery. Me and my best friend had always talked about opening up a bakery together, and seeing it all come together seems like it happened so long ago, when in reality the bakery’s only been open for two years, going on three in February.” You smile fondly at the memory of the first day, leaning on him. “I’ve always been super dedicated to the bakery, if there was a day that passed that I didn’t want to work to open it, I feared I would lose the passion to open it...” You were beginning to fight the sleepiness, and he could tell.

“Let’s get to sleep, yeah?” He picks you up, your arms wrapping around his neck on instinct. You clung to him like a sloth, nuzzling your head into his neck. Once you two got into your room, he laid you down gently, pulling the bear you promised to hug from where he was to lay and into your arms. He went to go change into his nightwear, and soon enough, you felt the bed dip and a certain pair of muscular arms encircle you, as well as a soft whisper of your name.

“Goodnight, mon petit chou.”

“Shut up, Jungkook”

—

When you woke up the next morning, the bear you promised you’d cuddle all night had ended up on the floor, the bed sheets tangled between your and Jungkook’s legs, and you were cuddling into his chest as much as you could. He was still fast asleep, holding onto you like you were about to fall apart in his arms any moment. The warmth that you two created was too comfortable to move, and you contemplated closing the bakery for the day to stay in bed all day with him.

An alarm went off what felt like 10 minutes later, Troye Sivan’s Youth playing throughout the room. Of course that was Jungkook’s ringtone. You laughed at the thought but when you saw that he wasn’t waking up immediately, you took matters into your own hands. Rolling over him so you were on top, you sat up straight before shaking him a little.

“Kookie, it’s time to wake up for work!” You chirp, seeing a grin rise on his face. Suddenly, you were pulled down from arms that snuck up to your face. You yelped in surprise, wiggling wildly when he laughed softly against your struggle.

“You make too much noise in the morning and you’ve barely moved.” He says into your ear, one arm letting half of your body free as he snoozes his alarm. “Let’s just stay in~ I don’t want to leave the bed.” He grinned, nuzzling your neck. Right as you were about to answer him back, you hear your text tone go off, your best friend’s name flashing across the screen. You sit up on top of Jungkook, pursing your lips in curiosity of what they had wanted so early in the morning.

“I think we’d have to close today anyways, we’re busy!” You grinned, showing him your screen. Your friend had sent a message about a cake for a locally famous artist, Kim Taehyung. Jungkook raised an eyebrow as to question why you would need his contact. “My friend and I have been in talks with Taehyung since we opened this place, and we’re in charge of making the star of his next gallery opening, the most over-the-top cake you can imagine!” You were ecstatic, much like a kid being given an unlimited budget in a candy store. Jungkook smiled at your excitement, happy for you as well as the bakery.

“So we’re closing up shop today so we can work on this cake with the artist?” Jungkook questioned. He wanted to know more about this Taehyung character and your relation to him. He knew of the artist from some of his shows at art museums around the city, since Jungkook was also a fan of art. You crawled back into the bed with Jungkook, nodding and smiling up at him.

“Yep! And not to mention, since it’s only the appointment today, we can stay in and sleep a little longer.” Your arm lazily draped around him, giggling as he pulled you closer and enclosing you in his arms.

“Oh? More time with you is always great.” He grinned down at you. You couldn’t look at him long, since you knew you’d get lost in him if you stared any longer. You felt something soft brush the top of your head, and as quick as it was there, it was gone. “What time do we have to be downstairs then, hm?” He asks quietly, stroking your hair slowly and you felt yourself falling asleep under his touch.

“We go down when the bakery typically opens, and we just talk with the client,” you say sleepily, snuggling into him, “and then we draw up the cake and make the dream come true, since we only get a 48 hour notice, unless it’s a wedding cake.” You two fall in a comfortable silence, and when Jungkook realizes your breathing has gone even and you were fast asleep, he smiles, kissing your forehead and bidding you a goodnight before falling asleep himself, his head resting comfortably on top of yours.

—

Jungkook’s first love was you. He always thought that falling in love hit you immediately, but he fell in love with the way you did small things, how you used to wait with him for the bus home, telling him to text you when he gets back, and even the way you looked when you were so deep in concentration while decorating a single dessert. It was one of his own mottos that living without passion is like being dead, and it filled his heart with joy to see how passionate you were about the bakery.

He didn’t understand why it was so hard for him to make eye contact with Taehyung when the three of you were in the room together. You and Taehyung had clicked and when he decided to zone back into the conversation, you two would be reminiscing about your high school days. From the information that he gathered, you two and the original co-owner of the bakery were the inseparable trio during high school, and while you were drawing out the cake, he noticed that sometimes Taehyung would take the pencil from you and draw some of his own things, and he wasn’t sure if you were totally okay with that.

The hour consultation felt like years to Jungkook, and when it was over he was more than relieved. You and Taehyung said your goodbyes and once Taehyung left, Jungkook wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and never let you go.

“What’s up, Jungkook? You seem a little off.” You frown, poking at Jungkook’s side. The time after Taehyung left, Jungkook had been uncharacteristically silent, literally punching into the fondant while he was kneading it out. You figured the poking was going to do nothing, so you went with the second thing that would definitely get his attention. Your arms wrapped around him from behind, the younger boy immediately going tense. He stopped kneading the fondant, sighing and turning to you. He enclosed you in a warm hug, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“I don’t know, I felt super out of place when you and Taehyung were talking.” He admits, not wanting to look at you. He didn’t want to see how sad you would get when both of you would make eye contact. You blink, trying to figure out why he was so sensitive about Taehyung, when it all clicked in a second.

“Kookie~ Are you jealous of Taehyung?” You giggled, pulling away and scrunching up your nose at him. “Why would you be jealous of Tae?” Jungkook’s ears went red. He turned away from you, the embarrassment creeping up on him quick. You laughed softly, shaking your head at him.

“I don’t know… I didn’t like the way he was looking at you and stuff. It sounds stupid, we’re not even dating, let alone roommates, but like--” Your laughing caught him off guard from him spilling his feelings, and for a split second, he was offended. You made eye contact with him, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Kookie… He’s gay and we’ve been best friends for years, it’s nothing big, okay?” You patted his head, pulling away completely. He stood there shocked, mouth wide open. You tilted your head slightly in curiosity, a slightly amused look on your face as he started to stutter. “Enough of that, Jungkookie! Let’s get to baking this cake! The event is tomorrow and I’m not letting you stay in my apartment to just gawk at my friends and their sexual orientation!” You grinned, going back to trimming the cakes. Jungkook shook his head, going back to kneading the colors into the fondant. He really should’ve asked more about Taehyung preceding the consultation, but what was done was done, and he just made a big fool of himself in front of you.

----

The cake that Taehyung wanted was requested as such: “This is my first solo show, and a lot of my pieces are based off of my trip to Italy. Can you make something reminiscent of the Spanish Steps in Rome? But in a fashion that it incorporates mostly this one specific blue palette! Oh, and the cake flavors could be chocolate cappuccino torte!”. Even if you did love Taehyung with all your soul, him being the missing third in your best friend trio, his request was insane and you had to brainstorm the final idea 4 times before both of you compromised on the final look.

You and Jungkook worked nonstop on the cake, only pausing when an alarm went off at 7 to eat food instead of just sustaining off of small pieces of cake and other various leftover desserts that were left in the fridge that had not spoiled.

As you guys ate dinner, Jungkook had a million questions about Taehyung. Such questions included things as how you met, craziest thing you had done together, and if he ever kissed you, which you couldn’t help but look at him as if he was insane. The conversation was so extensive that it had gone into past dinner and into your round two of throwing the cakes in the refrigerator and molding fondant flowers.

You couldn’t help but look over at Jungkook’s concentrated state, watching him delicately thin the edges of the petal and attach it onto the rest of the fondant flower. Taehyung had chosen the crocus flower for this cake, a flower that both you and Jungkook were unfamiliar with. You took it upon yourself earlier to google what the flower was and it what it looked like. The crocus flower is a late blooming flower, an autumn flower that represents youthful joy, which you thought was extremely fitting for Taehyung. Once you and Jungkook saw the image, you set to work with the fondant, teaching Jungkook since he had never made fondant flowers before.

The quiet of the bakery seemed to be too much for the both of you, so a while after dinner, you turned your phone back on to blast music in the back of the house on the overhead speakers. You two worked all night, leaving the fondant flowers out to dry, doweling the cake, and making the basic structural components to the cake. Time seemed to pass by faster when you were working with music, sometimes you would catch Jungkook staring at you while you were working, and while you joked with him to get back to work, you also couldn’t help but stare at him when it was his turn to be busy.

A pot of tea later you and Jungkook had finally finished, watching the sun rise through the window and the early morning businessmen speed walk their way to the train. The clock read 8AM as you both went back up into your apartment, not even bothering to change as you both wiped out on your bed, your head resting on Jungkook’s chest and his arm wrapped around your waist.

By the time you had woken up, it was 3PM, and the lack of warmth from underneath you had woken you up. You smelled something coming from the kitchen, which automatically registered as fear in your brain. The last time Jungkook had cooked in the kitchen, he ended up burning the scrambled eggs that he tried surprising as breakfast in bed for you, and you had woken up just in time before your kitchen (your most sacred area in the house) had burned down. You immediately kicked off the covers, speed waddling into the kitchen to be met with Jungkook’s back, bent over to the oven to pull out a pan of roasted brussel sprouts, potatoes, and beets. Jungkook turned around, flinching a little by your presence, but laughing at your surprised reaction because of him cooking with ease.

“I googled a recipe, if you were wondering.” Jungkook smiled, setting the pan down over the stove and removing the oven mitt. You breathed a sigh of relief, walking over to Jungkook and grabbing bowls and forks from the cabinet.

“We shouldn’t eat a lot, Kookie. If we have a lot of time tonight, I’ll make dinner, okay?” You passed him a bowl, pulling out a spatula to spoon some of the vegetables on the pan onto your plate. You and Jungkook ate in silence, and you took into account the different spices he had used, each differing with the vegetable he had used. After your meal, you both went back downstairs to put the cake into the box, carrying it into the car. The cake ended up being 4 tiers and if you were honest, one of the best cakes you had done. You felt a surge of pride as you and Jungkook went back, a smile so wide on your face that Jungkook couldn’t help but notice.

“What’s with the smile, hm?” Jungkook pinched your cheek lightly, your attention going back to him. He seemed to beam when he was opening the door for you, the sun setting by the time you went back into the store front. You gestured to go back upstairs, your smile less wide but still with as much heart as before.

“I’m just really proud of this cake, as stupid as it sounds. I’ve made and decorated a lot of cakes in the short time of me being a professional baker, but this one really does hold a special place in my heart because of the aesthetic Tae was going for. I went to Italy for a semester abroad in college and just seeing how similar it looks to when I went, I feel proud with the outcome of the cake.” You smiled, unlocking the door and kicking your shoes off immediately. As you walked over to the couch, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel his heart surge with a new wave of love for you.

“Let’s go to Italy someday,” Jungkook blurts out, making you turn around. His eyes widen and he’s quick to follow up “... soon! Like as a friend vacation or something, we can bring along like, Hoseok and Taehyung or something.” He scratches the back of your head. You blush at the idea of going out to Italy, just the two of you on a gondola, leaning in for a kiss--

Your text tone snaps you out of your thoughts, a specific sound only set aside for texts from Taehyung. You whip out your phone, unlocking it quickly to see the message.

[From: Taehyungie 4:15 PM]: heyyyy bb forgot 2 tell u

[From: Taehyungie 4:15 PM]: yr invited tnight!! bring ur bf

[From: Taehyungie 4:16 PM]: cocktail party, not too formal, dont forget the cake

You furrowed your brows at the text, completely disregarding the second part of the second text. Taehyung must have something up his sleeve if he was inviting you along, but you knew you couldn’t get it out of him. You knew Taehyung was good at one thing particularly, and that was the element of surprise.

“Ah, looks like we were invited? It’s not out of the ordinary, but I don’t know if you brought any semi-formal clothes?” You looked up at the younger one, who’s current outfit was his usual white shirt and black pants, only instead of it being clean, it was covered in flour, freeze dried fruit powder, and powdered sugar.

“Oh, I think you mentioned it to me, I can go see what I brought? You can change first, I’ll just change after you.” He nods, watching you type away on your phone. You quickly typed a response, making sure Jungkook couldn’t see your phone. You got up from the couch, walking into your room and into the closet.

[To: Taehyungie 4:23 PM]: o,,, ok

[To: Taehyungie 4:23 PM]: hes not my boyfriend tae

[From: Taehyungie 4:25 PM]: ok but dont blame me when i claim his as mine :P

[From: Taehyungie 4:26 PM]: set up the cake in the main room and then come into the main gallery, you wont miss much with the way you work!!!

You looked up at the dresses that were hanging in your closet, opting for a black halter neck keyhole dress. You hurried into the bathroom, changing quickly and grabbing all the makeup and your contacts, doing your makeup in the vanity as Jungkook went in to change into whatever he pulled out.

When the bathroom door opened once you were done doing your makeup, you knew if you weren’t gone before from what charms Jungkook had, you were definitely a goner by now. Jungkook walked back out with his hair styled to reveal his forehead, a little makeup on, with a fitted all-black tuxedo look, dressed down a little with a few buttons unbuttoned so that it was more casual than having a tie on over the black dress shirt. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a man dress up this nice and this well, and you’ve gone to numerous opera nights where the dress code was formal. Your face went red as he turned to face you, a smirk on his face. It was different than the shit eating smile that he would give you when he wanted something from you.

No, this was some kinda Big Dick Energy smile you had only seen once before. You shuddered when he checked you out, a lazy grin on his face. This was not the first time Jungkook had teased you like this. He’d only done this once before when you were seeing him off one night at the bus stop, after he asked for a kiss on the cheek goodbye.

“You clean up pretty well, mon petit chou.” He chuckles, and you had to hide your blushing face from him. Your hands quickly flew to your face, and all you could hear was his faint laugh. “Why won’t you look at me, hmm?” He typically didn’t like to play around like this, but seeing you all flustered over his look made him feel more confident in the look.

“There you go with the cabbage thing again! Why do you keep calling me a cabbage?” You pouted up at Jungkook, trying to wiggle your hands out of his grasp. He chuckled, letting go of your hands.

“I’ll explain later, but for now, we have an event to go to, don’t we?” Jungkook grinned, standing up and extending his hand to you. You sighed, rolling your eyes and grabbing his hand. Once he pulled you up from the bed and you rearranged your dress, you both went to go slip on your pair of easy black heels, and respectively, his own dress shoes (which you had never seen till today? Jungkook was full of surprises). When you were coming up from fastening your shoes, you felt something wet brush your cheek, making you go red once more. Jungkook had just kissed your cheek and you were trying your hardest not to freak out.

“I bet you’ll be prettier than the art there.” Jungkook says softly, his body ridiculously close to yours. He was being ridiculously flirty, and if he wanted to play like that, well, two people can play that game. You grinned, biting your lip and looking up at him.

“Careful Jeon, you might distract me from the art.” You giggle upon seeing Jungkook’s shocked reaction to flirting back with him, grabbing his hand as you both go down the stairs, almost forgetting to lock the door on your way down.

The car ride there consisted of small playful banter and small flirting back and forth. You couldn’t miss the way how one of Jungkook’s hands rested on your thigh for the ride there, but your mind was stuck on how much you still had to put together at the venue, most of the flowers that you had made still not on the cake in fear of them falling over and breaking during transport. As if Jungkook could feel your worry radiate off of you, he would draw small circles on the flesh of your outer thigh where his hand rested near your knee, calming down your nerves.

The venue was on the opposite side of town, so while you and Jungkook drove down the scenic highway along the lake, you couldn’t help but roll the windows down and let the wind blow through your hair. You heard Jungkook laughing while you watched the skyline come into view and disappear down the highway, marveling at the city. Had it not been for the changing scenery from blues to the yellow leaves on the trees on the way down, you would have thought this was a normal summer night between a couple teenagers.

Once you two got to the venue, you found a cart to wheel in the cake while Jungkook found the last of the fondant flowers in the back, safe from any damage even if the ride down to the venue was smooth. You and Jungkook wheeled in the cake, carefully putting it on the table. The space you and Jungkook were in was quite empty, which gave you a nice ambience so that you could finish the cake.

Rather, you take out the fondant flowers while Jungkook put them on the cake, since he could actually see to the top of the cake. After placing the last few flower buds on the cake and doing some last minute touch ups, you two went into the main room, as Taehyung had instructed in his text. Before opening the door to the gallery where bossanova jazz played softly, Jungkook held out his arm for you to link with, a soft smile on his face. Grinning back, you swallowed your heart back down as you linked arms with him. He kissed your cheek, to your surprise, and when you looked back at him, he chucked softly.

“Let’s give them something to talk about, mon petit chou.”

The gallery itself seemed smaller than you remembered from when you were younger, a lot of ridiculously large prints of photos and abstract oil paintings contributed from Taehyung’s collection. There were some you had recognized from older exhibits where his art had been featured, and seeing how his art had grown made your heart swell. You had known Taehyung for a ridiculously long time now, and just seeing where his art had taken him made you extremely proud.

As you and Jungkook marveled at Taehyung’s work, you heard someone yell your name in the venue, and hurried heel clicking. Before you could register who could be yelling your name, a body slammed onto yours and a familiar laugh filled your ears, one that you hadn’t heard since Jungkook came into your life.

“I didn’t know you’d be here!” Your best friend, Ji Hae, who you had opened up the bakery with beamed at you. Ji Hae looked Jungkook up and down, and it only took her a split second to recognize him. “And you must be the new baker that every Yelp review is talking about! I’m Ji Hae, co-owner of the bakery!” Ji Hae held out her hand to shake Jungkook’s hand. Jungkook’s arm around you slipped off and shook her hand, smiling.

“Ah, I’m Jungkook, it’s nice to meet you, Ji Hae.” He smiled. After he introduced himself, Ji Hae snaked her arms around your waist, grinning.

“You won’t mind if I borrow her, right? I need to catch up with her.” Ji Hae didn’t leave any time for Jungkook to reply as you were pulled away from him. You were completely confused but once you realized you were moving, your senses kicked in.

“Ah, Jungkookie, if you wanna go home and I’m not back, just text me!” You called out before your friend pulled you to another part of the gallery. Jungkook shook his head, going back to admiring the photograph in front of him. It was only a few beats before a flute of champagne was held in front of him. The flute was being offered by Taehyung, who was also holding a glass himself.

“Did they leave you alone? I told Ji Hae not to do that…” Taehyung tsked. Jungkook accepted the champagne from him, nodding.

“Ji Hae surely is a character… The both of them get along well.” Jungkook chuckled, looking over at Taehyung. Jungkook took a sip, watching Taehyung in his peripheral vision nod thoughtfully.

“How much do you know about your co-worker, Jungkook?” Taehyung questioned, Jungkook almost spitting out his champagne. He blinked slowly at the older man, Taehyung looking back at Jungkook with a raised eyebrow. The younger brown haired man coughed a little, wiping his mouth a little from the champagne that threatened to escape his mouth.

“W-well, I know she knows minimal french from high school, her birthday, her favorite tea is herbal and she only has real coffee once a month--” Jungkook rambles before Taehyung holds up a hand, shaking his head.

“No no, what do you know about her? All that stuff you just listed out is basic. Is there anything that catches your attention? It doesn’t have to be big and glaring, small things are things as well.” He grins at Jungkook. Jungkook tilts his head in confusion before it finally clicked in his head.

“Well, when she’s deep in concentration, she tilts her head just slightly, even if the orientation of whatever she’s working on is completely straight. Her favorite color and the colors that she’s attracted to are completely different, and if anyone sings around her, her nose scrunches, although I’m not sure why…” Jungkook trails off, thinking harder about your little nuances, but Taehyung’s chuckles snapped him out of the thoughts before he could delve deeper.

“That sounds so classic of her. You know she was a music major in high school? She’s an amazing singer and it’s sad she doesn’t use her voice all that often anymore. I think you’re the only person to know that about her outside of anyone who knew us back then. I have also never heard of any guy observe her that hard.” Taehyung nods. “Do you spend a lot of time looking at her?” Jungkook goes pink, matching half of Taehyung’s half-and-half pink and blonde hair.

“I’ve been uh… Living with her for the last few months, maybe 3?” This time, it was Taehyung’s time to sputter at the comment. He looked at Jungkook, jaw slack. “So yeah, I guess I’ve been looking at her a lot.” He chuckled nervously.

“I saw her come in with you and she was clinging onto your arm. Is she always that touchy with you or was it just for show tonight?” Taehyung was completely intrigued with your relationship with Jungkook, and Jungkook didn’t know how to avoid the questions, this was Taehyung’s show and he couldn’t go anywhere else without you. You’d probably punch him or something.

“Well, we sleep in the same bed, nothing goes any further than hugging, but sometimes she’ll reach out for my hands to hold, or she’ll automatically lean on me when we’re doing something together.” Jungkook shrugged casually, finishing the champagne that was given to him earlier. Taehyung’s eyebrows raised in surprise, before he set down his half empty glass. He scanned the room before leaning into Jungkook.

“She’s being really touchy and she hasn’t said anything about liking you? Are you sure you aren’t dating?” He reaffirms with Jungkook, who just nods in return. “Just shoot your shot, Kook! She probably does like you, but she doesn’t think about it because she’s so into the bakery.” He flashes Jungkook a boxy grin, punching Jungkook’s arm. Jungkook looked at Taehyung in disbelief, and he was skeptical about Taehyung’s advice. Surely, you couldn’t be into him, right?

“Ah, there you two are!” You came back, automatically going to stick on the side of Jungkook. Taehyung shot Jungkook a look and only wiggled his brows. “Let’s go see the other art!” You smile happily, lightly tugging Jungkook away.

You two continue your night right where it left off, a little bit of flirting here and there, and soon enough, the cake that you two had created was cut. Jungkook noticed that your grip loosened a little, so he took it upon himself to grab a piece of cake off the table and cut off a bite size piece.

“Hey, Earth to mon petit chou, say ah~” Jungkook cooed, snapping you out of your trance. “You’re really distant, are you okay?” He smiles at you, his fork in front of your mouth. You gladly accept the cake at first, watching as his hand sets down the fork on the plate and his arm travels down to hold your hand, squeezing it lightly. You lace fingers with him, nodding a little and smiling. You swallowed the bit of cake before replying to him.

“Yeah, just a little sleepy, should we head back?” You yawn a little, emphasizing on your exhaustion. “I think this is the most human interaction I’ve had in a minute.” You giggle, leaning into Jungkook.

You two congratulate Taehyung on the art show once more, and after numerous hugs and goodbyes are said, you and Jungkook finally make it into the car. Jungkook puts on music once more, but it’s more calm music instead, lulling you to sleep in the car. Once he stopped at the stop sign, he looked over to you, smiling softly as you fall asleep with one of his hands linked with yours. Once you two pull up to your apartment, Jungkook stretches in the car seat and sighs once more. You were dead asleep in the seat, and he figured he would have to carry you back up. He unbuckles his seat belt, cutting off the engine. Getting out of the car and opening your door, he made sure that you wouldn’t fall out, scooping you into his arms bridal-style.

Jungkook fumbles with the keys for a split second, but he managed to open the door with you not waking up, which is a personal surprise for himself. Slipping out of his dress shoes, he opens the door to the bedroom. He lays you down on the bed, taking his time to change into his sleepwear. He kept thinking about Taehyung’s words about how you might like him back, as well as the other facts that he had heard from him.

Jungkook walks back out, frowning when he realized you were still in your party clothes. It didn’t vibe with him for you to sleep in the clothes you had gone to the party in. He nudged you gently, watching you stir to face him.

“Hey, don’t you want to change out of your contacts before we sleep?” Jungkook’s voice rang in your ears. A groan escaped your throat as you stretched out in the bed.

“You don’t live enough, Kookie.” You grumble, sitting up so that you could go change out of your contacts and your dress. You padded over to the bathroom, grabbing all the necessary items such as your makeup wipes and your pajamas, slowly getting ready for bed. Once you were back out of the bathroom, you spotted Jungkook lounging on your bed, checking his phone once more and turning on his alarms. You crawled onto his side, pulling the sheets over your shoulders.

“Goodnight, Kookie~” You cooed before falling back asleep by his side. Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat, gulping nervously at your sleeping figure. Maybe he could entertain the idea that Taehyung was right for a second, that you were in love but you were too oblivious to see it.

Jungkook wasn’t sure how he could live out this imagination, and his heart told him not to pursue anything. He wouldn’t want to ruin anything with the best thing to happen in his life.

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It was an uncharacteristically slow day at the bakery, you guessed it was because it was finals week for a lot of the schools around you, but nonetheless, a bit too quiet in the bakery. It was actually so quiet that you could hear your thoughts over the soft jazz music that always played at the front of the house. Pursing your lips, you went over to the stereo and turned the music up a little more, bobbing your hair to the music while also rearranging the baked goods.

“First in, first out.” You chanted softly as you rearranged the macarons, making sure to set aside the broken cookies (how did they manage to break?) and the less appealing tarts. Jungkook walked out into the front of the house, seeing you bob to some bossanova before grinning. He goes over to the stereo, turning on a certain album that both you two enjoyed. There was no one in the bakery at the time, so when the song’s beginning started playing, you were thrown off from your flow.

“Jungkook, what the hell?” You sighed, rolling your eyes. You weren’t mad about the music change, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes when he wrapped his arms around you.

“You don’t have the urge to sing along? We’re too busy to go to karaoke and I’ve never heard you sing, only occasional humming from time to time. Didn’t you go to an arts school for voice?” Jungkook teased, remembering the conversation he had with Taehyung at the gallery opening. Your face flushed, which he took as a positive and he started to sing along first. It was Daniel Caesar and H.E.R’s Best Part, and due to the copious amounts of times you had listened to that song, you memorized the lyrics. The chorus came up quicker than you thought, and you found yourself singing along with Jungkook.

“I just wanna see how beautiful you are…” You start singing along in the octave that H.E.R is singing in, only tuning in a little to hear Jungkook’s lower register. You grin and sing along to the rest, wiggling out of his grasp. You never took the time to actually sing full on anymore, and you felt a little rusty singing along. A little while later, you peeked over to Jungkook, who had apparently stopped singing. He was staring at you in awe, his eyes wide. You sauntered over to him after you were done cleaning out the display case, resting your arms on his shoulders, slow-dance style.

“If you love me, won’t you say something?” You smiled up at him. Your heart swelled when you felt Jungkook’s arms wrap around your waist, slow dancing with you as he found his voice to sing back to you. He touched foreheads with you, closing his eyes as you closed yours. You both savored the moment, his breath on yours. You could feel your heart beating as if you just ran, and you opened one eye, starting to lean in. The bell on the door suddenly interrupted both of you, Jungkook flying off of you as you turned away from the door, face as red as the raspberry macarons.

“W-welcome to--” Jungkook cleared his throat, silently gesturing you to go to the back of the house while he regained his composure, saying the name of the bakery as you went into the back, fanning your face. You watched as he helped out the mom with her baby, a soft smile on your face.

The music in the bakery continued to play one of Jungkook’s R&B playlists, a Sabrina Claudio song playing next. As you continued to watch him clean up where you left off, you couldn’t quite place the feeling that Jungkook gave you, and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not.

According to a lot of love language profiles, your heart usually warmed with the idea of someone surprising you with little things, acts of service, to be specific.

It was a trend with all of your romantic partners in your past, you usually felt extremely appreciative when they did small things like make your cups of tea, wash the dishes, or other extremely domestic things along that sort. In return, you would always try to help them out, but you never felt a click with the people you dated.

You never noticed it, but Jungkook would always do these things for you. He would make you cups of tea and remind you to eat when you would go long hours without any breaks, making you your favorite tea when you were having a down day, or even making you a quick sandwich that sat by your side as a gentle reminder. By the time you would notice these things, he’d always be back to the task at hand, whether that be entertaining the girls in the bakery or making more goods to put out.

The winter season where your bakery was located felt like they started from mid October to April. When November hit, you could feel yourself struggling to get out of bed, the motivation in your body slowly decreasing. Jungkook had started to notice this in you, but he wasn’t sure what was wrong. You usually were extremely happy and upbeat, but for a few weeks, you would barely talk in the morning and would prefer to work in the back of the house. Not to mention, you were a lot more touchy and would typically lean into Jungkook more or back hug him when you had the chance.

Although he didn’t mind, and he would typically reciprocate the touchiness, but he wanted to do more, and worried himself about you to the point where he fell under the weather. You seemed a lot more distant when both of you were upstairs, and you would typically stay downstairs for a little while longer, dismissing Jungkook to go upstairs so that he could sleep earlier and not be so sick coming into work.

You didn’t want to tell Jungkook that you would dismiss him upstairs so that you could meet with other people without worrying him. Although you liked Jungkook a lot, you were scared of how he would look at you if you confessed to him. You didn��t know if he even liked you like that, so it was better to be safe rather than sorry. You’ve been distracting yourself from falling further into the seasonal depression and in love with Jungkook by throwing yourself into the world of online dating, swiping absentmindedly when Jungkook worked front of the house. You had a date tonight, and you attempted to look better than normal before closing up the shop and waiting in front.

You had planned on going out with this guy (His name was Kim Seokjin, a nice guy, really) twice before, but he had always rain checked before you could go out with him, and you guys were planning on going to the holiday market downtown. The meeting was supposed to go that you guys met at the bakery and then make your way down, since the train near your bakery went directly down to the market. You both agreed that you would meet at 7:30, 30 minutes after the bakery closed, but once the clock hit 8, you were losing faith in meeting up with him. You waited for him for another hour, and as much as you wanted to not believe it, you had just been stood up.

Admitting defeat, you sulked immensely, going back up to your apartment. This wasn’t the first guy to do this to you, and you were actively seeking for love from people you thought you clicked with. Your brain started to fill itself with self deprecating thoughts as you opened the door, the soft sounds of the Netflix series Nailed It! playing. Jungkook looked up from the couch, already all showered and ready to go to bed, but on nights like these he would wait for you to come back before you both went to sleep. That, along with all your other overwhelming internal dialogue seemed too much that you started to feel the tears well up in your eyes.

“I’m home…” You barely managed to get out from the overwhelming emotions that washed over you. The TV had no noise coming from it, meaning that either Jungkook had paused it or muted it. You avoided eye contact in the general direction from where he was, the tears falling silently down your face as you yanked off the scarf and fumbled with the buttons of your pea coat. Jungkook noticed the way you rubbed furiously at your eyes almost rhythmically, after every button on your coat was becoming undone. He frowned, sitting up on the couch.

“Is everything alright, chou?” He wanted to stand up, but something in him told him to keep rooted. Jungkook was about to turn back to the tv when he heard something rushing towards him, and suddenly you were in his arms, your own arms wrapped around him tightly as you openly sobbed on him. You had never cried on Jungkook, and here you were, bawling on him. Jungkook started to rub your back gently, squeezing you. He had learned somewhere that during a panic or anxiety attack, you should squeeze the person in order to ease their anxiety. He didn’t know what was wrong, but obviously it was something bothersome enough that it would send you into tears like this. He whispered words of reassurance in your ear, continuing to rub your back slowly.

You both stayed like this for a while, your breathing evening out before Jungkook rolled you over so that you were on the couch. He slowly peeled away and before you could protest, he smiled softly at you and stroked your cheek. “I’m gonna get some stuff, okay? I’ll be back soon. Don’t miss me too much.” True to Jungkook’s word, he came back quickly, your blanket, some milk tea that was sitting in a thermos (he probably had made it earlier for you to have when you came home), and a plush that you thought was hidden from him, a little black bear with a heart shaped patch. He sat down next to you again, you automatically curling into him as he wrapped you both in the blanket and made the little bear plush kiss your cheek before setting it in your lap. His arms wrap back around you, stroking your hair softly. “If you’re comfortable, you can tell me what’s wrong, yeah? No rush.” He reassures you. You both sit in a comfortable silence before he hears a sigh come from you. You curl closer into him, the bear being a slight barrier between you and him as you spill to him about the whole date ordeal.

“Jungkookie, I’ve been taken for granted for so fucking long… I always give so much and I never get it reciprocated. It’s almost cruel how scary that giving and receiving ratio is. I’ve been stood up so many times, I’ve never clicked with any of the people I have dated, and I just think something is wrong with me, or maybe I’m too dedicated to this bakery that I can’t ever date.” You bite your lip, smushing the face of the bear in. You had to keep your hands busy so that Jungkook wouldn’t see the trembling in your hands. You couldn’t prevent it for long, however, since Jungkook looked down at your hands playing constantly and held them in his own. You couldn’t look at his eyes, but you could feel his frown. His hands squeezed yours and tears began to resurface. “I just don’t know if anyone will love me for me, in all the times that I’m here running the bakery, love me even with the lack of time.” You could barely get the last part out, hiding your face in Jungkook’s chest once more. Jungkook lets go of your hands, squeezing you once more so that you wouldn’t say any more.

“That’s not true, you have so many people that love you. You have so many friends and I’m sure that they would all hate to see you so sad.” He starts off. There’s a reluctant pause in his voice, a space where he would say he loves you, but before he could say more, you open your mouth.

“I know that there’s that kinda love, but Kook,” you start to emphasize, sulking. “I want someone that I can imagine in my life that kisses me awake and stuff. You have so many girls doting over you, I want to feel like that for someone, you know?” You whine, “That’s just never gonna be me with anyone so I’m just-” He cuts you off by squeezing you again, pressing his forehead against yours.

“You need to hush sometimes, you know?” Jungkook sighs softly, his heart about to burst from what he’s about to say. “I know you won’t give love another chance, but I want to be the one to show you how love can be reciprocated.” His cheeks dust a light pink and you didn’t know how to react. “I promise I won’t break your heart intentionally, I love you too much for that to happen.”

You were in complete disbelief over his confession, because that confession was something that you thought would never happen to you. You would’ve thought that eventually, Jungkook would’ve gotten a girlfriend (that wasn’t you) and would have to quit the bakery and leave you alone once more. For a split second, you thought Jungkook was lying before you realized he was a man of his word. Even with the smallest promises, Jungkook would always be able to live up to the promises.

“It’s always been you, mon petit chou.” He smiles softly, wiping the last of the tears that were on your face. That was the last thing you heard before you pulled him in, a sweet kiss that tasted like the earl grey vanilla tea. He gladly returned the sweet little kiss, pulling away from you.

“I kinda… wanna bake with you for like a long time. Maybe forever.” You blush, covering your eyes at your stupid confession. You didn’t know how else to phrase it, and the way you said it made Jungkook chuckle.

“Is that so, mon petit chou? Well I’m glad you feel the same way.” He cooed, pulling you into another kiss.

The rest of the night was a blur, nothing further than a few kisses here and there, but nonetheless, a night that turned bad events into things that made you smile instead.

“You know how I call you mon petit chou?” Jungkook was currently hunched over the worktable, carefully peeling away the chocolate decorations from the parchment paper. Since it was the holiday season, you two had gotten a sudden influx of requests for yule log roll cakes (“that’s not all we make, but they always ask us to make it!”). Jungkook’s friend, Jung Hoseok had also requested for one, but specifically requested for you to make it, despite Jungkook’s protests that he made roll cakes much better than you.

You perked up at his voice, setting down the whipping cream that you were weighing out for the filling of the roll. “Yeah, I thought you just wanted to call me a little cabbage because of how short I was.” You chuckled, shaking your head at the absurd term of endearment. You heard Jungkook’s soft laugh as you poured the whipping cream into the stand mixer.

“No no, not chou as in cabbage, babe. Mon petit chou means my little cream puff. Your favorite dessert are cream puffs, aren’t they?” He hummed, rearranging the chocolate he had just peeled away on the log he was finishing up. “Plus, you’re sweet. I thought it was fitting, and when I was in France, my host mom said I should only use that name with someone I love. And I love, well, you!” He grinned, a light dust of pink on his face.

You couldn’t help but smile at the way he explained the nickname, covering your mouth from smiling too much.

“Jeon, you better get back to work before I kick your derrière.”

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cherry-pop-elf · 26 days

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Birthday Boys

It’s Fred and George’s birthday, and you wanted to give them something very special. It’s hard to give them something like that, but you are married to them for a reason. As if they would ever settle for someone boring, now would they?

Warnings: 18+, Double Penetration (A and V), teasing, breeding, overstimulation, dirty talk, birthday suits ((hehe)) lipstick kink(?) and of course Fred Lives. Because I said so ((George still missing an ear tho! Bleh-!))

“Well what’s this?” George would blink, as a paper airplane would land itself on his desk. Fred would raise a brow, as he set down the ink he had grabbed for his younger twin. It’s April First. The ever busiest day of the year, and their birthday as well. That meant they were swamped with work, and just trying to finish the day. The shop may be closed, now, but damn they were still drowning.

“Don’t just stare at it, open it up-!” Fred would bonk the younger twin, with his wand, making him fix at his hair. He would give a grumble, as he unfolded the neat little parchment. By the hand writing alone, he knew it was from you. What was written made him a bit flushed in the cheeks. Always was the more emotional of the two, so Fred was quick to look over his shoulder. Reading along.

To my special Birthday Boys. You two have been working so hard all day. Such a wonderful occasion deserves a present, doesn’t it? I better expect you to leave paper work for later, and hurry up to our bedroom. It gets rather chilly being all alone. I don’t want your present to get cold either. Not when I worked so hard to wrap it all up so nicely in purples and oranges. If you don’t want it, I’ll be more than happy to make use of it all myself. Sincerely yours~!

Never had they side alone aparated so fast in their life. Gave you quite the startle, to suddenly see them. You should have figured they wouldn’t waste time, but boy they move fast. Even after all these years together, it catches you by surprise. Though, this time they were the ones with wide eyes this time around.

There you were, in the middle of the bed, dressed to the nines. A array of orange, and purple, fabric against your skin. Stockings of lace. Done up so pretty to mimic that of a fire work, with little dots all around. The fingerless arm length gloves had to be, as to help bring focus to how bare the rest of you were. Nothing else to your skin, but your own birthday suit. Besides so heavy makeup, because you knew they loved it when it got all ruined. What really sold it was the bows all over you. Around your thighs, wrists, neck, just for the comical effect of a birthday present. Hey, it’s April Fools. Gotta get silly.

“H-“ Before you could get a single syllable out, they were on you. Like starving dogs. Clothes were flying, and your body was quick to be sandwiched between the two men. Your neck attacked in kisses, and their ever rough hands trailing your skin. Tracing all the invisible lines they had tracked on you.

“Guess you like the surprise-?” You joked, as you were leaning yourself against Fred. While George was enjoying your front. Sucking plenty of hickies on your skin, while Fred was enjoying playing with your nipples. Had you squeak, and flush, as he was enjoying the happily given toy.

“Taking that as a yes-“ You sighed, as you were just a meal for the wolves. Wolves that always had your flavor of flesh in mind. It just felt so good to be so desired. To be wanted so badly, it could hurt. Especially after such an exhausting day, they needed to get that pent up steam out.

“Been thinking about you all day long-“ George would sigh, as he stole your lips into his own. Happily allowing your lipstick to stain his own, while your hips rubbed onto the building hard on in Fred’s lap. Just a tangle of wild limbs, and you couldn’t have loved anything more.

“Come on, save some for me. Give em here-“ And you would be stolen by Fred next. Making sure he got his lips stained all the same. George didn’t complain, as he would let the lipstick residue trail over your exposured chest. Designing you, as Fred let his tongue do any talking he had left.

You enjoyed the sensual, and slow, pace. Made you fall into the mood far easier. But, you knew why they were being so gentle. Gentle starts always ended with you drooling and utterly delirious. They were going to destroy you, to your core, and that had you so hopeful.

“Just look at you.” They breathed, in unison, as you were just a doll in their hands. Your body leaning into Fred’s, with his legs spread to make sure you were comfortable. Meanwhile George was above you, on his knees, and taking in the sight. Just starving for you, while Fred was busy with the bedside table. Making sure to grab some lube, as you realized what you signed up for.

“Don’t say I never treat you.” That had them laugh, at your comment. Sweet little feathery kisses were given to your face, and neck, while the line was passed to each other. Slicking themselves up, before using the residue to make sure you were nice and comfortable. A thank you, for such a wonderful present.

“Wrapped up in such a pretty bow.” Fred sighed, as he stuck two fingers inside of you. That had you bite your lip, before the mimicking motion from George made it slip out. Fred was in your ass, and George was in your core. Able to copy each other’s movements in perfect unison. Some call it disturbing, you call it heaven.

“Damn, wet as hell. Don’t even need lube. We’re so excited to get to be our gift, weren’t you? Isn’t that sweet Fred-?” “Oh the ever sweetest George. We love it when you get excited. Gets us excited.” They echoed each other, while making sure to lather as much as they could. Knowing you would need it, and still remembering to put your needs first. Just gentle motions, as they made sure to cover as much as two fingers could. Teasing away at your sensitive spots, just to make you squirm.

“I can’t wait any more.” “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” And like that, the fingers were removed. You whined at it, which made them smirk. Now, you were feeling them pressed against you. They planned to go in, at the exact same time. It made your heart race. To imagine, being stuffed so quickly.

“How about we-“ But they broke through the tight barrier, and your mind was mush. Not so much from pain, just the over whelming sensation of being so full. To feel your insides grow so tight, as your muscles were being pulled yet pushed at the same time. Was a fluttery experience. Somehow so light, yet couldn’t be heavier.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ You heard Fred whisper into your ear, while your blurry eyes could make out that George was hardly able to keep his own open. Biting into his stained lip, as to not whimper too early. To last, but damn. You knew he was fighting for his life.

Once they were both fully inside, the three of you just stayed that way. A mixture of wanting to make sure you were adjusted, and them not wanting to end the game so soon. How embarrassing that would be. Least that meant you were being pampered. With heavy breathing, and wet kisses on your skin. A means to help you relax, and it worked.

“Lucky me, I get to be the first one to pump you full. Isn’t that nice of Fred? To let me be the one to pump your little womb full?” That had your face burn. Yeah, you three were trying, but none of you exactly went into to much details on how such a thing would plan out. Given Magic was involved, with everything, isn’t a dumb guess to think these two will somehow knock you up at the same time. Just made you all the more flushed, as Fred would rub over your stomach.

“Don’t worry. When he’s done with you, we will switch. I can’t just waste it all in your ass. I love that cute thing, but I love you being full of out kids more.” Fred moaned, as he finally moved his hips. Just in time with George’s. The feeling of two at once, in different holes. Truly a fuzzy experience.

Your hands found George’s shoulders, while Fred grabbed your legs. Keeping you spread as wide as they could, as they rocked their hips into you. Such perfect calculations to make sure your mind stayed in that blissful fuzz. Was leaving you with your nails into Georges skin.

“Come on, love. You gotta moan louder for me. I’m missing an ear over here. Give me some noise-!” George cackled, as Fred took that as a que to pick up the pace. Your head was rolling itself back, and leaned on Fred’s shoulder. Giving George exactly what he wanted, after all. Louder moans, whimpers, gasps, and plenty of smacking flesh to fill in between.

“So cock drunk, and the night hardly started.” Fred teases, as he bit into your shoulder. Needing to steady himself, but the feeling was too much. George would have agreed, if it were vocal. They were getting sloppy with their movements, and you wouldn’t last long either. Especially since George was now planting sloppy kisses against your lips. Leaving you two a jumble mess of spit and moans.

Hearing their desperate breaths, and whimpers of trying to hold on, it was what brought you over the edge. By proxy, your tightening grip in your body had them gasp. Their hips stuttering, as they came inside of you. Throbbing, and having a shake in their system.

Riding it out was such a warm feeling. Felt like everything was on fire, in all the best ways. Already so exhausted, and ready to just sleep, but….They weren’t making any April fools joke with you. Just as your eyes closed, they moved.

You have a squeak, before a breathy moan, as they pulled out. Left such a mess between all your legs, before you were flipped around. Your hands now on Fred’s chest, and ass presented to George. Out right lining up again.

“Perk-A-Boo~!” Fred teases, as he poked your nose. Just as you wiggled it, they thrusted right back into you. The stimulation of being restuffed was mind melting. Right after your high, and with so much already running down your legs. The sounds of all made were so loud, and wet. Was utterly thrilling.

Fred was happy to drink in your moans, hogging as many kisses as he could. Meanwhile George was happily feeling over your hips. Letting those hard working hands trace the lipstick marks shared between them both.

“Don’t do poor Georgie like that, come on. You gotta moan a little louder. His hearing isn’t so good.” Fred would tease, as he forced your chin up. Trying to amplify your desperate sounds. It was all too much. You were going to reach your peak again, with tears running down your face. Smearing away the remains of your makeup.

“Just hang on a little more. I want to make sure I get nice and deep in there.” Fred comforted, as George planted kisses down your back. Making sure your skin was covered in whatever remained of their lips.

Everything was so blurry, but you knew this. You came again, and your insides were coated once more. The ringing in your ears were dancing with the shakey moans of your lovers. So happy, and satisfied, with wrecking you so much.

When you came back to reality, you realized the lingerie you wore was gone. Seems they made sure to give you a sponge bath, before they were knocked out. You between them, as they snuggled you.

Fred behind you, as he held your stomach. Ever a man that loved feeling your ass against him. Meanwhile George was infront of you, tangling your legs together, as he snuck his arms just above Fred’s. His face under your chin, so he could listen to your heart beat.

“Happy birthday, you two.” You whispered, as you made sure they both were kissed on their heads. Freckled smiles crossed their lips, as they snuggled closer. Fred, enjoying his nose in your neck, while George gave you a squeeze. Maybe you should gift wrap yourself more often.

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cherry-pop-elf · 2 months

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Realistic

George Weasley x Reader

You broke up with your ex, but said ex refuses to believe you moved on. That you found better than him. So, you figured you had to prove you did. Time to call a favor

Warnings: 18+, topics of abusive ex, satisfying revenge, ablism, oral sex (male receiving) public, choking (very light) fake dating, voyeurism, peeping Tom, Very Soft George, cuckholding? Sorta? Not really? But like maybe on a technical level?

Writing Comission’s Open

“George, pretend to be my boyfriend.” You asked, quickly. Hardly gave him a chance to even look over his shoulder, when he saw a man storming into his shop. Looking utterly pissed, and you anxious. He’s got a little sister, and plenty of brothers. As if he needed to put two and two together. His arm was quickly around your side, and he leaned into you. As if it was all natural.

“Was wondering when you would get here, Jellybean!” He announced, making your ex quickly look over to you two. His stare hardened, and George stared right back. Snearing. Keeping up a smug complexion through it all. You quickly stuffed yourself into his arm. As if trying to hide, as your ex came over. Nearly stomping in the process.

“The hell you doing with em-?Your ex demanded. “Uh…..Snuggling? Kissing? Whatever we want in MY shop-?” George would puzzle, as he was wondering where the such nerve came from. George would make sure to keep you close, with a hand on your hip, as he protected you. You would rest your head on his shoulder, and took in the comforting scent of fireworks and sugar. Helped you get grounded, as your ex was looking ready to fight.

“That’s what Im suppose to do, you fucking cripple-“ The man snapped, making you gasp. You were about to say something, but George was quick to slap a hand on your mouth. Knowing damn well what you would say next might get you slapped. As if he wanted that.

“Really? That’s your first course of action? Get creative buddy. Could have said something impressive. Like One Eared Arrogant Bastard. Like that’s creative. Just dropping heavy words like that doesn’t make you smart. Even Malfoy got creative.” George mocked, making you giggle. That was something you admired about him. His ability to go with the flow. Able to fight with words so easy.

“I-“ He tried to say something else, but George cut right in. “Do you sound smart to make up for the fact you don’t have a personality? Even Percy had more of one than you. What about that temper? Short temper isn’t the only thing short, is there?” George egged on and on. Wasn’t long before people were watching, and giggling. Leaving him red faced.

“How about-“ And the man was storming off. You couldn’t help your relief, as you relaxed into George. He seemed gone, but not entirely. You noticed he was still outside. Just far enough away from the shop to not be loitering. That made your stomach drop. Seemed you were dodging a bullet, and George was making sure there was plenty of cover.

“Guess he isn’t buying it…..Wanna help make sure he does?” He offered, as you rose a brow. At this point, you would do anything to get that bastard off your back. Was being a total creep now. Just waiting for you outside. With a nod, you gave your consent. George would soon whistle at someone, who would nod, as he was taking you towards the back.

“Let’s give him a show~” He offered, before you were pushed out of a side door. Your body hit against the neighboring building, as your lips met. You were wide eyed, until you noticed your ex peeking from around the alley way corner. Guess a show will be what it takes. Couldn’t imagine a better person to trust yourself with anyway.

You couldn’t help it either, as you melted into the kiss. Your hands fighting at his suit jacket, while he explored your mouth. Leaving your tongue to taste like sweet orange flavored candy. The scent of ash, the taste of sweet, and the feeling of heat. It was getting you more excited than you wanted to admit.

“Come on, love, on your knees.” He whispered, as he threw the jacket to the ground. Despite how rough he was acting, the fact he gave you his suit jacket for your knees spoke volumes. Even in the heat of the moment, he was trying to make sure you were given the best care. Made your heart sing, as you let your knees rest on the expensive fabric. Right all over the dirty alley way.

He was quick to take his belt off, and adjust his vest and dress shirt. Everything was moving so fast. There was such a thrill from it. A spur of the moment. Just no thoughts, only desire. Was so exciting. Gave you such a pleasure you didn’t know you could get. Weren’t even doing anything. Yet.

“Open that pretty little mouth-“ He asked, and you did. Just as he pulled his cock out from his pants, making your heart pound with excitement. You were really about to do this. You felt like you were in a wet dream. You always did find George so attractive. Never thought you would ever score a chance. Yet, it was this easy. Those Weasleys and their big hearts.

You let the tip pass your lips, and swallowed. His hand was gentle in your hair, as he let you go at your own pace. Not forcing it down your throat, and letting you take your time in adjusting. Letting you control your breathing, as your hands found his thighs. Just those deep breaths of fire works, and sugar. Was hypnotic.

Once you felt well adjusted, you forced your head further down. Your signal to let him keep going, and going he did. How he tangled his fingers in your hair, and forced you deeper down his cock. To the point your nose brushed against that ginger hair. Made you gag, by how much, but you quickly relaxed. Knowing you were in safe hands.

“Better be louder. I’m crippled, after all~” He teases, making you unable to stop the giggle around his cock. That earned you a moan from him, as the vibrations ran up through his body. God did his moans sound like sweet music to your ears. It gave you the motivation to try and take lead a little bit. Pulling yourself to the tip, and moaning around it.

He was soon leaning against the wall of his shop, as he was at your mercy now. His free hand busy with keeping his vest and shirt up. Exposing that slender stomach. Happy trail, freckles, and ink. Such a dashing man, with many scars. You were the lucky one to get to see it. See it all. Like how his face was flushing, and his kept hair ruffling. It was addictive.

Up and down you bobbed, as you kept your grip tight on his slender thighs. Not quite as meaty as his upper arms, given his beater history. Still was great to grab, as you milked him for more sounds. Such as the hisses, and whimpers when you ran your tongue over a vein just right. Oh you didn’t know who was in more heaven.

“Fuck, Im going to cum. Oh fuck-“ He gritted his teeth, and made an attempt to pull you off. How considerate. You figured that kind gesture deserved a reward. So, you fought against his hand. That surprised him, as you would force yourself deep down again. Moaning, as you returned to his base. Looking right up at him, and locking with those pretty doe eyes. That was the last straw.

He let his head roll back, as he came down your throat. You coughed, but you were handling it like a champ. Using those thighs for support, as you watched his stomach spasm from the pleasure you gave him. How those pretty cheeks were so flushed, and his ear so red. Oh what you would give to see more of that.

Once he was breathing steady, you finally pulled off. You panted, as he cupped your cheek. His thumb rubbing away at the spit that ran down your chin. You didn’t know if your ex was still there, and genuinely didn’t care anymore. The tender moment was to sweet to make you think about anything else.

“Say….Think maybe we can do this again some time? Gotta keep up appearances and all~” He winked, as it was your turn to be blushing. All flustered, as he would put himself away. Along with being a gentlemen, and helping you off the ground. With his jacket as well.

With a quick spell, the jacket was clean. Just some tidying up, as you were still a soft pink. Same for himself. A stupid grin on his face was keeping you flushed as well. Especially with the arm hooked around you, as you returned inside. Having to keep up appearances after all. Just for appearances.

“My lunch break should be soon, wouldn’t mind some drinks with you. Gotta wash that down after all.” He offered, making you elbow his delicate rib. He wheezed, but laughed. Yeah. Maybe this fake dating thing will really put your ex in his place. Severs him right for losing such a catch like you. Least George was the lucky one to nab you, wasn’t he?

@george-weasleys-girl

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cherry-pop-elf · 2 months

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George Weasley Sexcanons

Because im extremely sick, so im bored

Warnings? Sex sex sex and more sex. Along with some submissive Georgie baby~

What gets his engine going

He’s more of the submissive type. Your definition of a service top. He loves to make sure his partner is feeling so good. Their comfort comes, heh, first before anything else. Mans has 100% just gotten off from eating out/rimming/sucking off

He’s….Hes got mommy issues. As much as we love Molly, you can not deny she was rather verbally abusive. Not to mention having seven kids means you’ll Never have one on one properly. I won’t rant, but mans got a serious mommy kink. Doesn’t matter if you are a man, he’s calling you mommy!

Is a sucker for risk taking. He’s gonna try and eat you out at a quidditch game, jerk you off at the leaky cauldron, he’s gonna rail you in an alley way. He’s an adrenaline junkie, and probably wouldn’t be to shy at the idea of actually doing it infront of people. He likes the rush of it all

If you get a tattoo with his name, or some kind of indication you are his? Oh that’s going to make him feral. He doesn’t actually believe in owning and such, but there is something so enjoyable about it in fantasy. Kink doesn’t equal reality! ((And obviously I don’t need to clarify what is off the table))

Let me say this once, mans has a MAJOR Breeding Kink. Doesn’t matter if you can get pregnant. He’s going to find a way to fuck a baby into you. He’s a Weasley. They love to prove the impossible

Like I said about mommy kink, he is so gonna be a brat. It’s not a number one go to, that’s Fred, but he loves being a menace to society. If he’s not being a brat, you calling him a bad boy might make him cry. That’s why it’s healthy to communicate in the bed room!

Spank him. Spank him nice and good.

Lingerie lingerie lingerie

He might be a size queen, but you didn’t hear it from me 🤭

Oh he just loves doing it in his office. There is something so hot about it. To have you sit in his office, as he eats you out. How you would pin him on the desk, and pound him so hard it starts to rattle. To have you casually come in, wearing nothing at all, and crawling over all the paper work to get to him. If he’s having a bad day, sneak into his office and remind him he’s the boss

Don’t think you won’t be shared with Fred. They are magical twins. They share everything together.

Don’t be shy of your body hair. He likes his bitches natural. There’s also something so romantic to him about it. That you can just be your truest self around him, and not need to panic about your looks. Just your true self, and such

Speaking of natural self, he likes his bitches a little thicc. Blame his dad for liking em big. Nothing like some love handles to grab onto, or some ear warmers to keep him trapped in place. But most importantly? The cuddles

Expect to be of ‘use’ during busy hours at work. Like sucking him off while he does paper work, or being stress relief after a Karen comes into town

Boobs? Butt? Mans a thigh guy. He loves himself a partner with thick thighs, long legs, and some well pedicured feet. Yes. He’s a feet guy. Thigh highs in orange will make him cream alright

Expect to be his partner in trying new sex shop items

Speaking of that, don’t be scared to try new things with him. You never know. Maybe your weird kink could be the next hottest item the shop!

AFAB Partner Shenanigans

His favorite position with you would be the mating press. He just loves having your legs over his shoulders, and getting a front row seat at your begging face

He is going to be that type to fill you full of cum, and make you walk around with it

Sundresses baby

Peg him silly boo boo. He will ride that strap on until sunrise don’t even question it

Expect lots of cock warming. Especially when busy at work

Your tits are his now. His favorite thing to play with, when it isn’t your pussy. Even not in a sexual sense. You’ll just wake up with a hand on the tibbie

AMAB Partner Shenanigans

His favorite position is cowgirl. To have his hands on your chest, as he pants. Whimpering and moaning, as you move in and out of him. To have you spank him to move faster. Gets him all kinds of work up

He’s gonna be a shit head and sneak under tables a lot and have his fun with you

You will wake up to him dealing with your morning wood

He is going to sit on your cock when he is doing work. He will be a bastard and spin his hips

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cherry-pop-elf · 5 months

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Princess Treatment

George Weasley x AMAB Wheelchair Reader

Warnings: 18+, Improper use of a wheelchair, P in A, Bottom George, Semi public, and fluff

“There you are, love!” A familiar sweet voice would catch your attention. George Weasley. The co owner of the Wizarding Worlds favorite prank shop. A school drop out gone super star. How did you get so lucky? He was kind, smart, compassionate, and well. Rather god damn fine. That’s a perk for sure.

“Hey-!” You would beam, as you rolled your chair from the back of the shop. The fact the twins owned the flats behind the shop was certainly making life easier. Able to just live on the bottom floor, and avoid any stairs at all. Just roll right into your boyfriends shop, and check on him. Life was a little easier. You’ll take what you can get.

“There’s my Jellybean-“ He beams, as he would rest his hands your wheelchairs arm rests. Enjoying a sweet kiss with you. Seeming to smile a few inches wider, whenever he got his morning kisses. Like you were just as important to start the day as a cup of coffee.

“Need help with anything?” You would ask, as he pulled back. Sure, you couldn’t do much, but you still always asked. Just to feel like you could do more. And George always found a way to make sure you could do more. Sometimes in the more unconventional ways, but it still helped at the end of the day. One way or another.

“Actually, yeah. Need you in the storage room real quick.” George said, before walking off. You would roll yourself behind him, as he would open the door for you. Once inside, he would make sure to close it. Leaving you to the many shelves of boxes, products, and what not. Only illuminated by the light source of the window showing outside. Casted the room in a eerie flutter of dust particles and shine.

“What do you need help w-“ Before you could finish, you suddenly felt George spine your wheelchair around. The two of you faces together, before he turned the locks of your device. You were left rather confused, as your boyfriend soon took a knee in-front of you. Even doing such, he held enough height to be eye to eye with you.

“I need help treating you right. I’ve seen you all frowny the last few days. I need to fix that.” He playfully said, as he rested his arms in your lap. Keeping very close, as he ghosted his lips with yours. Always such a teasing bastard. Had you shutter, as you were essentially trapped to do whatever his bidding asked for. Unlike what most people made you feel, being anxiety, George didn’t. It wasn’t a fear of being stuck. It was a thrill.

“Let me take care of my little princess.” He whispered, before he planted a kiss onto your lips. Gentle, and slowly, it became deeper. Your arms wrapping around his neck, as he rested his on the arm rests of your chair. Using it to force himself to make the kiss deeper. Running his tongue across your lips. Begging as much as you were. You happily allowed him in, before he was suddenly sitting in your lap

He was there to make you feel good, and focus on you. Always was such a sweetheart like that. How his hands came to your face, and letting his callused thumbs brush your your cheeks. How he grinded against you, to earn more moans. Right there in his work suit.

“Let me take care of you-“ He whispered into your ear, before you watched him undo his belt. He would soon be forcing his pants down. Straight to his ankles, and making sure you saw him in all his glory. That’s when it dawned on you what his plans were. “You aren’t-“ You muttered, as he smirked. “I am~” He sung, before he forced your pants down next.

Those hard working hands were happy to start stroking you off, as you were stuck holding your chair tighter. You wanted to be quiet, as you were still in a storage closet. Sure, the shop is louder, but George was good at making you louder. That teasing smirk of his, on freckled cheeks. That bastard. Your bastard.

“Wonder how sturdy your wheels are….” George chuckled, as your face burned brighter. You swore it was probably glowing, as he would smear your pre cum all over your shaft. Making sure he had something to work with. You couldn’t deny the thrilling feeling this was giving you.

“Better stay quiet, jellybean, because it sure would be awkward for anyone to see this.” He snorted, before his arms were around your neck. Before you knew it, he was lining himself up above you. Just planning to out right ride you, in your own wheelchair. There was such a feeling of taboo about it, and you couldn’t explain why. The perks of a boyfriend whose whole job was to experiment and invent the wildest things.

“Is it bad that I’ve wanted to do this for a while-?” George asked, making you roll your eyes. Of course he did. His laughter made you smile in return, as it was just a nice moment to share. That is, until he pushed himself down. Your nails dug into the cushion of the arm rests, as George would bite at his lip. Having gone in rather dry after all.

“Got a nice burn-“ He shuttered, as he was snug in your lap now. Taking you all in, like he’s done many times before. Just in his dress suit, and ready to ride you until his own legs needed your damn chair. “Ready when you are, princess.” He teases, as he would plant a sweet kiss to your jaw. It was all so good, and he didn’t even start moving yet.

With a moment to adjust, you finally nodded. With the consent, he would slowly start rising his hips. Up and down, with his eyes fluttering. Was just the perfect amount of rough, with tender touches. Just what he loved. With teeth deep into his lip, arms around your neck, and just having a time of his life.

You swore his creativity would either get you killed, or make your life a thousand times easier. Such a gamble with him, and you were an addict. With the fact you were parked, you were happy to have your hands on those freckled hips. Helping guide him along, as his own were around your neck. Just leaving the two of you in moans and sweet whispers.

You were scared you would begin to become to loud, but your boyfriend always seemed to be able to solve any problem you had. Besides, ya know, the wheelchair situation. He would steal your lips into his own, and you were able to pour your moans into it. Happily returned by George, in the mutual feelings.

It was all feeling so good, and was just a nice change in pace of the regular bedroom shenanigans. You couldn’t stop your smile, as he slipped into a whimper. He was finding his own sweet spot, and happily poured his sensitive sounds into your soul. What you would give to have it last forever.

Such a shame it couldn’t. It felt to soon, yet not fast enough, in the blissful haze of sex. His hips were starting to pick up speed, and you were holding them tighter. Sharing in the muffled pleas of more, that poured into each other’s open mouths. Just silent begs of it to never end.

The way he whimpered was always something that could get you off alone. Now was no exception, as you were able to taste it on your tongue. You would soon wrap your arms around his waist, as his movements became sporadic. He wasn’t able to hang on anymore, and neither could you.

His body shook, as he clung to you tightly. Whimpering your name into your throat, as you came inside of him. His eyes fluttered, as he slammed down on your lap. Letting his own climax splatter across your stomach and chest. Trapped in a foggy blur of pleasure, in the old storage room.

You would gently rub at his back, as you both road out the after glow. With his head over your shoulder, and giving gentle kisses to his neck and shoulder. “Think we can do this again sometime?” You had to ask, getting a laugh in return.

“How can I refuse-?” George would whisper for you, before he slowly started to move his hips again. You couldn’t keep your eyes open at the over stimulation. Able to bounce back, literally, so fast for you. This is what you getting for dating a Weasley.

Any regrets? Never.

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cherry-pop-elf · 3 months

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Tall Glass Of Wine

A Víctor Gridley x Reader

You knew you shouldn’t, but you just couldn’t resist. Daniel is going to kill you when he finds out, but isn’t that risk thrilling?

18+, Reader is a finale year student so 18, P in V, Technically underage drinking-? Older man younger reader, Daddy Kink, Rough play, Breeding, semi public, French 🫢

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He was so going to kill you. Daniel was going to scream, and probably throw his cauldron at you. You couldn’t help it. Victor was just….He was different. He was, since he didn’t just kill you. So that says something! Right? Oh who knows. It’s your final year at Hogwarts. You are a grown adult. Live a little, and living you did.

Here you were. You were tucked tightly in your warm cloak, and sneaking off from the castle. In the dead of night, with the wind licking at your cheeks. Off to Hogsmeade. Late into the winter night, and not having any regrets. Yet, anyway. As if worse things haven’t been done by Hogwarts students anyway.

With your shoes clicking on the frozen cobblestone, you would walk through the eerie silent street. Despite all the Christmas lights, it felt so quiet. You were just waiting for something to jump you. A shake of your head, and you breathed. No one is going to jump you. Renka is just being an annoying bitch for that.

After a moment of looking, you found it. That little carriage he used for his base of operations. You took in a deep breath, and let the winter air fill your lungs. You were really doing this, huh? Life’s short, live a little. Walking up the small wooden steps, you would soon knock on the door. It’s like you could feel his confusion through the wood.

“Who’s knocking at my door at a time like this-?” You heard through the barrier, as you huddled tighter into your cloak. Waiting with a mixture of eagerness, and fear. Fear of what everyone will think and say. You wanted to leave, but your feet were lead. You remained, as the door opened.

“Oh, well there is a sight. If it isn’t Daniel’s little friend.” His smile was a mile wide, and you could tell there was confusion in his eyes. Why were you here? He would expect Daniel, or one of his closed companions. Not you. Had him curious. Curious enough to let you come inside his home.

In you went, and hung up your cloak. Now exposed in your pajamas. Showing this was truly a spur of the moment deal. That had him ever more curious now, as he was soon standing behind his desk. While you yourself already found a seat across from it. As if it was only natural.

“You aren’t here to talk about Danny boy, aren’t you?” He puzzled, as you would gently shake your head. “Nor about the underground-?” Another shake. “….What are you here for then, little mouse?” He questioned, as you wondered how to word it right. What to say next? The truth?

“You….in general.” You sheepishly admitted, which just had his eyes light up. Something made your heart sing at that. That you made him excited. That it was you that did that. How he seemed almost caught off guard. He would quickly clear his throat, before he laughed.

“Keeping this old man company? I shouldn’t be a terrible host. I’ll poor you a drink.” He said, as you felt relief. That wasn’t a rejection. Yeah, you are a bit on the younger side. But it wasn’t like he was being a creep. The fact he was surprised you went through this effort proved it. You were still an adult, and you know what you are doing.

“Have a preference?” He asked you, as he opened the cabinet. “I’ve never drunk wine before, so not really.” You admit, as he nodded. “Then I better not give you the good stuff. Wouldn’t be responsible now would it?” He chuckled, as a glass of wine was soon floating your way. Quick to be caught in your fingers, and admired. It’s wine. Smells like wine, looks like wine, and tastes like it. You’ve had worse, but you sure won’t drink it on your own.

“Pardon, but I find it hard to believe you would just come here on free will.” He admits, as he walked over. Wine in his own hand. “I wasn’t actually going to do anything to her. Even I have lines I do not cross. A bluff is a bluff. He’s a child. As if he would be able to tell.” He scoffed, as he really didn’t seem like he was catching your to subtle hints. Guess you needed to be a bit more brave. Down the hatch the wine went, for some liquid courage. Given liquid luck wasn’t around.

“I truly do mean it. It isn’t about Daniel, Esme, any of them. Nor am I interested in the Underground. I’m not here for anything of that nature. I’m here…..” You took a deep swallow, as Victor rose a brow. Taking his own slow sip. “For you-“ And now it was a choke. He quickly set his glass down, and brought a hand to his mouth. As to not start coughing.

“Pardon-?” He just had to ask. Can’t blame him. Catches him rather off guard. Especially given what happened hardly a month ago. “You have issues…..Quite a few-“ He even added, as that had your face burn. He’s right, but still! You would cross your arms, but kept your eyes locked with his. That had him falter. You weren’t joking.

“My oh my, little mouse. Are you sure you know what you want?” His voice was slick, and you could feel it running down your spine. As if he was touching you with your words. “I’m an adult, of course I do.” You protested, as that had him click his tongue. Along with a cool laugh. Sounded rather pleased with himself, as your face burned more.

“So haughty and naughty.” He teases you, as he stepped closer. Your heart began to race, as he was now in your bubble. You could smell the rich cologne on his skin, and the expensive fabric of his dress suit. He smelled as rich as he looked, while you were just a humble student at Hogwarts.

“I always knew Daniel would make sure to keep with the right crowd-“ He whispered, as his gloved hand would soon hold your chin. A smooth thumb was brushing over your cheek, as he admired you. “You are so sinful, but in ways that I didn’t expect. I never was one for surprises, but I suppose I’ll make an exception.” He carried, as he was soon forcing you to stand.

You just felt so weightless in his grasp. Like you were nothing more than a feather, and he was the wind. Making you move in every shape or way he could. To try and get you to bend in just the right way. Just what you were hoping for.

His thumb would brush over your lips, and you couldn’t help but feel your eyes flutter closed. Just melting into his calculated touch. The soft fabric was feeling so nice on your chilled skin. You couldn’t help but crave for more. Seemed like he wasn’t one to refuse your needs, as he was guiding you somewhere. You didn’t know where, but you obediently followed.

You were truly lost in a dream, as it didn’t feel like the world was real. You just wanted to ride the warmth, all the way to the sun rise. That warm and fuzzy feeling was soon snapped out of you, as your legs tripped. Right on his bed you were. Rather surprised to suddenly see yourself in a bed room at all. Right. Expansion charms. Like the on Mr. Weasley had in his shop.

“Little Sinner was finally done playing with the toys at Hogwarts. Ready for something that can actually scratch that itch. Hm?” He would tease you, as he took his hat off. Hey, it gets boring when you aren’t running for your life from whatever danger the school had. You needed to fill the time with something. Was kinda an open secret at Hogwarts. At any boarding school in the Wizard world.

“Maybe I just wanted a real man.” You tried to flirt back, but were quick to hide your blushing face. Since you saw him peeling off his dress coat. That had him laugh, as you were bashful. He found it utterly adorable, while you found it frustrating. You did, however, attempt to peek between your fingers.

The tattoos were a surprise. You didn’t know why you didn’t think he would have any. The scars were a given, that was the only thing you truly expected. Your face remained that sweet pink, as you looked him over. Flushed like you were still in the cold, as he would step closer. His hand quick to cup your face again.

“I do hope you know what you are signing up for. Do you understand what lies ahead?” He asked, which confused you a touch. Took a second, but you realized he was making sure he had his consent. In a means to not sound so mushy. Proved he wasn’t lying about what lines to cross. Had your chest feel warm, and a strange feeling a safety engulfed you. That this wasn’t going to be anything full of anxiety.

“Yes. I understand what lies ahead before me.” You would give a firm nod, as he mimicked the motion. He just let it hang in the air, for a moment. Waiting for you to retract the statement. When you didn’t, he was soon kissing you. Had your heart in your throat, as this was your smack of reality. You were really doing this. Oh Daniel is so going to murder you, if he ever found out. Guess it’ll stay your little secret. He’s a hypocrite for having so many himself.

It was time to enjoy yourself, as you tangled your fingers into his hair. He was soon pinning you down, as his free hand was sneaking under your sleep wear. Tracing all your curves and little imperfections on your skin. Having so much more skill than anyone you’ve slept with. Was already getting you excited. Truly a romance novel. Some crime lord was here to make you feel good.

Just like a dream, and you were lost in the clouds. And, like before, snapped back to reality when you realized you were now naked under him. Such skilled hands he had, as he kept your mind cloudy with kisses. You felt so vulnerable, yet you didn’t want to stop. You wanted to experience all he had to give you.

“Hm. No second thoughts-?” He puzzled, as his hand was soon feeling your inner thigh. You were biting your lip, as you avoided those cold eyes. “Define second thoughts, because I don’t believe a little Hogwarts student like me should be thinking what I am.” You admit, and you swore he growled in approval at what you said.

You gave a squeak, as your body was suddenly flipped. Your face was in the pillows, and your ass in the air. Just left as exposed as your body could allow. Your face was as red as the wine you shared. Left on full display for him. It was thrilling, as he just took full control so easily. Letting you just relax, and shut off your brain a bit.

“The safe word is Merlot. Repeat it.” He would order you, as you forced your face to lay on a cheek. Allowed you to speak. “Merlot.” You repeated, as a hand would run down your spine. “That’s a good Souris.” You didn’t know what that meant, but you assumed a nick name of sorts. Was it French? He’s French-?

Thoughts were cut short, as you felt his hand rubbing right over your ass. Giving it a hard squeeze, and making you moan. He wasn’t treating you like glass, and that was nice. This wasn’t some guy who still liked at WitchWeekly to get off. He actually had sex. Had you excited, and he could tell. You could hear him chuckle, as a pair of fingers rubbed over your slit.

“I didn’t even do anything yet.” He would mock, as that had your face so flushed. Especially when he kept rubbing his fingers over. Knowing all your right spots, without even trying. How he would apply pressure right on your clit, while his fingers went inside of you. Pressing right at that soft spot, and leaving you gasping.

“Didn’t know that was a spot, did you?” He keeps on his teasing, as you tried to hide. “Oh don’t do that. I want to hear how damn good I can breed you.” He warned, as you slowly turned your head again. So he could see your face, and hear your whines. “That’s a good little mouse. Make sure Daddy hears you.” He said, as he pulled his fingers away.

That’s when you felt it. The tip of his cock. You bit your lip, as you felt it rub right against you. Spreading you, before sinking inside. Your eyes fluttered, as your insides were being stretched. Your fingers tangled into the sheets, as you tried to keep your eyes straight. It just filled so much of your body. You felt like you were being impaled, in all the best ways.

“Taking it so well. That’s what I like.” He praises you, as a hand was firm on your hip. The other was feeling over your ass, before suddenly giving a sharp spank. That had you squeak, and him laughing. Before you could say anything, he was pulling back. Pulling, before snapping his hips into yours.

Everything was a blur, as he was soon fucking you deep into his bed. You felt like he was trying to slam his cock into your throat. He was being so rough, and it was such a pallet cleanser. How he would spank you whenever you weren’t being loud enough for him. Your whole body was lost in tingles, and utter bliss.

“Come on, moan for daddy!” He demanded, as he was making sure a hand print was left behind. “Oh Daddy~!” You choked out, and that earned you his fingers working at your clit. You swore you were going to sob from the pleasure of it all. It was all so much. Your body was burning from the inside out.

“Tell Daddy what you want-!” He demanded, as your eyes were watering. “I want you to put your damn babies in me-!” You said, before your brain even proceeded what it said. Yeah. Maybe you really did have some daddy issues. Oh well. Not like anyone will know what happened in here.

“Oh tu es sale~!” You had zero idea what that meant, but you were pretty sure your brain was too far gone to even comprehend anyway. You were just wanting to cum so badly, and it seemed you wouldn’t have to wait for long. Your body was just to close, and your soul felt like it would leave your body. Especially at the next feeling.

No warning at all, as he fulfilled your request. He came inside of you. The warmth that flooded your core pushed you right over the edge. You swore the pleasure was too much, and you might have blacked out. It was just truly hitting an itch you didn’t know you had. It was such bliss, as your body shook. Soon to slump on the bed, and relax.

When your eyes opened, you found yourself back in your dorm. Was that just all one big dream? Couldn’t be, right? That had you huff, as you wished it wasn’t. As you sat up, it seemed your wish was granted. Your ass was hurting like hell, and your throat ached. How did he get you here?

As you looked around, you noticed a note on top of your folded cloak. Neat, and proper. Your hand would grab it, and you would open it up. Using the sunrise from outside to guide you over the paper. It even smelled like his earthy cologne.

“I certainly had a wonderful time with you, little mouse. You are welcomed back any time. My door is always open for you. Sincerely yours, Victor Gridly.”

That had your heart fluttering. Now, the real question for this morning. How were you going to ask Daniel for a Plan B potion, without explaining to him why you need it? Oh boy. What a way to start your morning. And maybe a way to start tomorrow morning as well. Sorry Daniel…..

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Master List ✍️

((WIP duh))

Fluff: 🩷

Angst: 💔

Smut:🫦

Disability’s: ♿️

Platonic: 🫂

Hurt/Comfort: ❤️‍🩹

Triggering Topics:❌

Violence/Gore: 🔪

Weasley Siblings

Nickname Headcanons 🩷

Muscle Spasms Headcanons 🩷♿️

Reacting To A Tattoo Inspired By Them🩷

Baking Headcanons🩷

Safe This Night ❤️‍🩹🩷♿️

Kissing The Siblings 🩷

Reaction To SelfHarm ❤️‍🩹♿️💔❌

Reaction To Agere 🩷

Amortentia 🩷

Reacting to you saying you are pregnant 🩷

Reacting to you coming out as trans 🏳️‍⚧️ ❤️‍🩹🩷

What Nicknames they like to be called 🩷

Firebender Types 🩷

Bill Aka William

Unleashed 🫦 🩷

Percy

Work Load 🫦

Fred

Cold Hands, Warm Heart ❤️‍🩹

George Weasley

Morning Routine/X Wheelchair Reader 🩷♿️

Training/X Wheelchair Reader 🩷♿️

Disabled George Headcanons ♿️

Princess Treatment/X AMAB Wheelchair Reader 🫦 ♿️ 🩷

Angel With A Ticket/ KnightBus Reader ❤️‍🩹

Handsome Man: Trans George 🫦

Aquarium 🩷

Realistic 🫦

Curious ❤️‍🩹 🩷

Daycare ❤️‍🩹🩷

Every Perfect Curve ❌ 🩷

Happy Birthday To We ❤️‍🩹 💔

Cuddle Party 🩷

Fred And George

Pretty Rain Cloud ❤️‍🩹

Honey Wounds ❤️‍🩹 ❌

Birthday Boys 🫦

Hoof Race ❤️‍🩹🔪

Ron

Home Sweet Home 🩷

Sirius Black

Honey, I’m Home! 🩷🫦❤️‍🩹

Remus Lupin

Big Bad Wolf 🔪 🩷 ❤️‍🩹

Newt Scamander

Late Night Cutie Pie 🩷

Charlie x Shouren

More🩷♿️

HPMA

Diary Of A Tavern Keeper 💔

Tall Glass Of Wine: Gridley X Reader 🫦

Shouren

Disabled Headcanons 🩷♿️

Need A Hand 🩷 ♿️ 🫦

What In Hell Is Bad?

Morax

Moment Of Peace ❤️‍🩹🩷♿️

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HPMA; Dawncey ficlets, part 6

Smut! There’s a party in the Forbidden Forest and Dawn realises things.

Words: 3k

Rating: E

Warnings: Explicit content

A/N: I take no responsibility for any bl*wj*b-related inaccuracies presented in this work of fiction.

MCs included:

Dawn Harvelle by @potionboy3

Beginning ｜Previous Chapter｜Next Chapter

October 6th, 2012

The Forbidden Forest party had become somewhat of a legendary tradition at that point. Dawn wasn’t sure who was responsible for smuggling in all the alcohol and decorations, but every year they appeared, almost like magic. There was always music and lights, and it was always loud, and nobody had any idea how the staff didn’t put a stop to it. Maybe they didn’t know or maybe they didn’t care. Dawn was glad of an excuse to get out of his head, so he resolved to get absolutely wasted. Some people brought their own drinks, but there was also a table filled to the brim with bottles of all kinds. There were even many muggle beverages, which was always a nice addition to any party. He poured himself a nice big mug of something that smelled especially vile and tried to locate his friends. Failing that, he saw a few Ravenclaws from his Transfiguration class and he elected to talk to them instead.

Half an hour later, he was deep in conversation with one of them, he thought her name was Emily, or maybe it was Emma. He’d brought out the big guns, been charming and flirty, but it just didn’t bring the same giddiness it used to. He looked around and saw something by the drinks table that did make his stomach feel funny. Quickly, he finished his drink and offered to go get them both new ones, cutting off whatever Emma/Emily had been saying. She agreed and Dawn headed for the drinks. Quincey was pouring himself a big, big glass of what seemed to be a wizarding version of vodka.

“Oh no, you’re doing it again,” said Dawn. and looked for something a bit more palatable for Emma/Emily, since she’d only been drinking beer before.

Quincey turned towards him and asked: “Doing what?” He seemed a bit drunk already.

“Trying to die while I’m present,” Dawn explained. “You should notice, though, that this time there are witnesses.”

“I think I’m quite safe,” said Quincey and raised his pint full of vodka. “Cheers, mate!” The way he said mate didn’t sound friendly at all and his posh accent managed to sound even more ridiculous when he was drunk.

“Someone has their knickers on a twist,” Dawn observed.

Quincey, like someone with their knickers on a twist, frowned. “Hardly.”

“Well, have fun then,” said Dawn as he watched Quincey take a long sip from his drink.

“Who goes to a party to be miserable?” he asked.

“My best friend Jimmy.”

“He sounds like the worst,” observed Quincey and Dawn laughed.

“Yes, we bring out the worst in each other, our children will have trauma,” he said.

“Mh.”

Dawn picked out someone’s Gryffindor coffee mug and filled it with fire whiskey. Quincey was already pouring more stuff into his pint.

“Again,” said Dawn. “Have fun.”

Quincey didn’t say anything, and Dawn went back to Emma/Emily.

After that, Dawn had an even harder time following the conversation. He was deliberately not looking at Quincey although he was painfully aware of where he and his friends were sitting. He tried to focus his attention on Emma/Emily and hoped that his absent stare spoke only of drunkenness and not where his brain was at. Dawn wasn’t sure how much time passed when he noticed Quincey in his field of vision. He was talking to someone. A seventh year Slytherin boy whose name escaped Dawn was smoking near the bonfire built in the middle of the clearing. Dawn stared as Quincey leaned closer and whispered something close to his ear. The boy laughed. Dawn couldn’t look away. Suddenly he realized Emma/Emily had been trying to get his attention for a while.

“You know what,” she said, and Dawn vaguely registered it. “Whatever.”

Dawn didn’t say anything, nor did he look at her. Emma/Emily got up and walked away. A crowd of fifth years walked by the bonfire and obscured Dawn’s vision of Quincey and the other boy. When they had passed, the two were nowhere to be seen. Dawn was not curious. He got up from his seat and figured he would stretch his legs. He was not looking for Quincey, not even a little bit, so when he wandered off the clearing and spotted him slightly deeper in the woods, it was purely a coincidence. Quincey was alone. He was smoking and had a drink in his other hand. Dawn hid behind a huge tree and watched him.

Quincey was a bit unsteady on his feet, and he clearly didn’t smoke regularly but the Slytherin guy was nowhere to be seen. Dawn tried to get a better look, and accidentally stepped on a branch. Quincey turned towards the sound, though he didn’t seem to spot him.

“Hello?” he called. Dawn didn’t see the point in hiding.

“Prince Liquor,” he greeted, stepping out from behind the tree.

“Are you stalking me?” Quincey asked, knitting his eyebrows together.

Dawn wasn’t stalking, he was just walking. “Maybe.”

“That’s pretty rude.”

“Not my fault you don’t have your security with you,” Dawn pointed out.

“Oh, mother did try,” said Quincey, sounding like someone who had had this argument several times. “She even tried to forbid me from going at all this year.”

Dawn took a few steps closer. “Did you rebel?” he asked.

“Something like that.”

“Ha,” said Dawn and watched the prince take drag of his cigarette. He was suddenly craving a smoke too, so he walked up to Quincey and snatched it out of his hand.

“Hey, I paid for that,” he protested.

“Relax, I’ll give you one of mine,” Dawn said. “I just don’t have them with me right now…” He did. They were in his pocket.

“Come on,” Quincey whined. Dawn wasn’t a cruel man so after a nice, long drag, he handed it back to him. Quincey took a deeper inhale this time and coughed. Dawn elected not to make a comment and figured it was the right choice when Quincey handed the cigarette back to him. They passed it back and forth until most of it was gone. Then Dawn put it out with his boot and was about to pick it up (one shouldn’t litter) when Quincey took out his wand and said: “Evanseco.”

“Look at you,” Dawn said, when the cigarette butt disappeared into thin air.

“Wizards are lazy, right?” Quincey remarked.

“They sure are.”

“What are you doing here?” Quincey asked.

“Looking for you.”

“I thought you were…” he paused for a moment. “Busy.”

“Tight schedule, yes,” said Dawn. “Had to move things around to get here.”

“Must’ve been difficult for you.”

“Yes, the Minister of Magic is very disappointed.”

Quincey didn’t laugh. He just looked at Dawn, and frankly, it was kind of rude, because he had a distracting face. Dawn pulled him into a kiss without really thinking. Quincey kissed him back eagerly, pushing him against the nearest tree. Dawn let out a surprised gasp and grabbed Quincey’s face to get his distracting mouth back to his. He hadn’t been looking for Quincey, but he didn’t mind that he found him.

“Dawn, what do you want from me?” Quincey asked suddenly, breaking away from the kiss.

Dawn tried to make sense of the question. “Like, right now?”

A look passed through Quincey’s face that Dawn couldn’t place, before he said: “Alright, sure, right now.”

“Is this a trick question?”

Quincey heaved a sigh. “No.”

“It feels like it is.”

“It’s not,” Quincey said and touched Dawn’s face softly. “You’re just a very confusing person.”

“I want this,” Dawn said, motioning between them. “You.”

“Alright.”

“And you?” Dawn asked. “What do you want?”

“I…” Quincey started and when he didn’t continue, Dawn poked him in the chin.

“I want to suck you off.”

Dawn blinked and could feel his face flush. Jesus Fucking Christ.

“If you want me to, that is,” Quincey continued. Dawn couldn’t think of a single version of reality where he wouldn’t want him to.

“Yes,” he said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. “Yes, I want that, you heard me the last time.” I’m obsessed with your mouth. And he was. Imagining those lips around his cock did things to his mind he didn’t want to examine further.

Quincey gave him a quick kiss and undid his trousers. Then he got down on his knees and Dawn tried to form a coherent thought.

"How ironic is it that you got on your knees for me," he managed to say.

Quincey looked up at him. “Yes, once again, the irony is not lost.”

Dawn smirked. The whole situation was delicious. Then Quincey pulled his trouser down and Dawn wasn’t smirking anymore. His brain was travelling at light speed somewhere around the Eagle Nebula, while his thoughts were already failing to keep up ad then Quincey had the audacity to kiss his hipbone softly and bring his hand to touch him through his underpants. It sent a jolt up Dawn’s spine, and he leaned harder against the tree.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered under his breath. Quincey kept kissing his skin right above the waistband of his boxers and frankly, it was driving him insane. “You should know I’m not the most patient person out there.”

“If you think I’m going to rush this then you’re very wrong,” Quincey said, lifting his eyes to meet Dawn’s. He had a glint in his eyes Dawn wasn’t used to seeing there, or maybe Dawn was just drunk. Maybe they both were.

“You’re a pompous asshole,” Dawn said. Or at least something akin to that.

“Always so polite,” said Quincey and Dawn couldn’t bear any of it. He grabbed Quincey’s hair and brought his head back down.

“Bossy,” muttered Quincey but he did pull Dawn’s boxers down.

So, it turned out having Quincey fucking Alderly suck your cock was something of an all-encompassing experience. Dawn was transfixed, utterly delirious with want. Worst of all, Quincey wasn’t playing around. He was like some kind of a blowjob-prodigy, a cock-sucking wunderkind. When he pulled back to look up at him, Dawn felt the absence of his mouth keenly.

“Too big for you, Your Highness?” he asked in a shaky voice.

Quincey smiled. “No,” he said matter-of-factly. “I was just wondering whether you’d like to come on my face or in my mouth.”

Jesus Fucking Christ. Dawn stared at him, unable to say anything. Quincey licked his lips, tilting his head expectantly.

“Mouth,” Dawn managed desperately, and he almost didn’t recognize his own voice.

“Okay,” Quincey said and was about to get back to it.

Dawn stopped him and said: “It was a joke.”

“What?”

“The size thing, I was kidding.”

Quincey hummed and took him back into his mouth. After that, it didn’t take very long for Dawn to reach his limit. Quincey was as good as his word and didn’t pull away. Dawn couldn’t remember having ever come that hard, but then again, he wasn’t exactly in his right mind at the minute. He swayed on his legs and Quincey got up to steady him. He wiped his face clean with his sleeve.

“Thanks,” Dawn said dreamily.

“You’re welcome.”

“Have you done that before?” Dawn inquired.

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

“Not here, but out of school, yeah,” Quincey explained.

“Oh…”

“What?”

“I guess I wasn’t expecting you to be so upfront about it,” Dawn admitted.

“I suppose I thought you had figured it out,” said Quincey.

“Figured what out?”

“That I’m…” Quincey trailed off. “I mean, after what you said to me on the day of the storm, I thought you knew.”

“Wait…,” said Dawn. The gears in his brain were turning. “Are you gay?”

Quincey nodded. Dawn stared at him. That actually made so much sense.

“I didn’t know.”

“Oh,” Quincey said. “Well, I mean I am. So. Yeah.”

Dawn had to reassess some narratives in his brain in light of this new information. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him.

“That guy from before,” he said. “Were you flirting with him?”

“Well, yes, a little bit,” Quincey said. “Not really, I just wanted to bum a cigarette.”

“And he flirted with you?”

“Maybe, but we’re a bit unclear on that but he did give me the cigarette. I lied; I didn’t pay.”

“Oh,” said Dawn. It didn’t bother him. It didn’t. He just felt weirded out, suddenly.

“What?” asked Quincey.

“Nothing,” Dawn brushed him off and pulled his trousers back up.

“Do you want to go back to the party?”

Dawn didn’t, really. His head was a confusing mess of thoughts, doubts, and Quincey. It was agonizing. “Uh…”

“Are you okay?” Quincey asked carefully.

“Yeah, I just don’t wanna go back yet,” Dawn said.

“Do you… want me to go?”

“Do you want to?”

Quincey shook his head. “No, not really.”

Dawn kissed him again. Quincey grabbed a hold of his face and kissed him back and maybe it felt funny in the pit of Dawn’s stomach, that was neither here nor there.

When they pulled apart, Dawn looked at Quincey and made a decision.

“Hey?”

“Yes?” Quincey asked.

“Do you… do you want me to,” Dawn attempted to formulate a sentence that made sense. “Do you want something from me?”

Quincey smiled softly. “Nothing you don’t want to give.”

“And if I do want to give?”

“Then yes,” Quincey said and there was gravity in it, somehow.

Dawn pulled him into a kiss and switched their positions, so Quincey’s back was against the tree.

“Oh–,” said Quincey.

Dawn kissed him, then kept kissing him, then kissed his neck.

“Fuck,” Quincey said, and Dawn laughed. He hadn’t known how much he wanted to hear Quincey swear until he had heard him swear because Dawn was touching him or kissing him.

“You’re impossible.”

“That’s the idea,” said Dawn and undid Quincey’s belt. He wasn’t about to be a tease, unlike some. He slid his hands in Quincey’s trousers and touched him.

“Oh fuck,” Quincey said into his hand. Dawn laughed, savouring the feeling of having Quincey in his hands like this. He leaned in to kiss his neck more. Maybe he’d leave a mark there. Maybe Quincey wouldn’t spell it away. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Dawn was feeling quite drunk and daring. He was fairly confident he’d seen enough girls go down on him to have a basic idea of the mechanics. He pulled Quincey’s trousers down and knelt.

“Dawn–,” Quincey said, surprised.

“Mm?” Dawn kept moving his hand.

“You don’t have to–,” the rest of Quincey’s sentence was lost in a moan when Dawn picked up the pace.

“Aa-ha,” he simply said. He wasn’t going to back down now, besides, he was curious. And he liked to see Quincey squirm.

“Seriously.”

“Noted,” said Dawn and thought of what he usually liked in a good blowjob. Quincey was staring at him, wide-eyed, like Dawn was something special, something beautiful. He brushed the thought aside and gave the tip of Quincey’s cock a kiss. Quincey let out a litany of swear words. Dawn, encouraged by this, sucked the tip in his mouth. He used his tongue, which elicited more appreciative sounds out of Quincey’s beautiful fucking mouth. He grabbed Dawn’s hair and asked in a shaky voice: “How are you even real?”

“I feel a bit unreal right now, to be honest,” Dawn admitted. He kept playing with Quincey’s cock like he had, taking slightly more of it in his mouth. When he looked up to see Quincey’s reaction, he was already looking back at him.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said, touching Dawn’s face.

“Mmh,” said Dawn. He couldn’t very well say much else in his current situation.

“I’m close,” Quincey said breathlessly. Dawn kept at it, using his hands and his tongue in equal measure.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come–,” he said.

Dawn looked up again. Their eyes met and that seemed to do it for Quincey, who came with Dawn’s name on his lips. It was messy but Dawn didn’t pull away. He kept looking at Quincey, not quite believing he had done this, that he’d made him look like that, sound like that. Quincey offered him a hand and Dawn took it. Quincey pulled him up and into a kiss. Dawn laughed into it.

“That was…” Quincey said after a while.

“Godawful?” Dawn offered.

“I was going to say pretty good.”

“I’ll take that.”

This time when Quincey kissed him, Dawn kissed back. Quincey pulled his trousers up and said: “Your hair’s a mess.”

“And whose fault is that?” asked Dawn.

“Mine,” Quincey replied without any sort of remorse. In fact, he smiled, angelically.

“Yours,” said Dawn.

Quincey looked at him for a long moment. Then he stepped closer and tried to smooth down Dawn’s hair.

“That’s only going to make it worse,” Dawn said.

“Oh,” said Quincey and pulled his hands away. “Okay.”

“But don’t stop!” Dawn protested.

Quincey laughed and put his hands back into Dawn’s hair. Dawn kissed him and Quincey dropped his other hand to Dawn’s back, pulling him closer and holding him there. Dawn wrapped his arms around him and didn’t think about the warm feeling rising in his chest.

#hpma fic #dawncey #dawn harvelle #quincey alderly #*my writing #*mine #dawn is the most unreliable narrator #he is also not the utmost authority on bl*wj*bs so take his word with a pinch of salt

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