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Love Letters

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This is just a fun little gift for/brainrot with my lovely @chaoticgeminate​ who helped me plan out the idea and cheered me on. Love you darling! 💖

You never intended to actually admit your feelings to Master Chief. But your supervisor meddled, he knows, and you might be having anxiety. A silly cute one shot about developing feelings.

John-117/Master Chief x f!reader

Warnings: swearing, mild implied violence, tooth rotting fluff, Blue Team Supremacy

Word count: 5.7k

“You did what?!” You stared at your supervisor with horrified eyes, hands gripping the edge of your console too tight.

“I delivered that letter.” Your supervisor, Melinda, was a good supervisor. She ran a tight group. She was also a troublemaker who meddled and had a secret romantic side. 

Which she had apparently used to send a letter that was never actually meant to be sent!

“Why?” You couldn’t keep the weight of despair out of your voice, half-pleading for her to be pranking you.

Melinda shrugged. “It was a nice letter. Very sweet. If nothing else, he deserves to know.”

“No! He was never meant to know!” You pried your hands off the metal and debated the merits of strangling Melinda. Pro: they’d court martial you so you would never have to face Master Chief. Con: you’d end up on a work colony planet and probably get shivved within days. 

Fine, no strangling Melinda. Yet. 

“Why not? I think your crush is adorable.” Melinda smirked in that particularly infuriating way she had. 

You made a wordless noise of protest and despair, letting your head fall to your station with a little thunk.

“Go walk it off,” Melinda told you, slapping your back. (Ow.) “Take a break. That’s not a suggestion.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You sighed and stood as she walked away, trudging away from your station. Not that you had anywhere in particular in mind to go. The ship was not small, after all. But you had been told to walk it off, so… Walking it was. 

At least until you rounded a corner and damn near ran into a very familiar armored individual. All you had to do was spot that particular shade of green and you damn near jumped out of the way.

“Sorry, sir!” Okay, so maybe you squeaked a bit, but. Really. You could not be blamed. Your heart couldn’t take this kind of stress, especially not with the stunt Melinda pulled earlier.

But Master Chief just nodded to you and continued on his way. Only once he was out of sight did you deflate with a whoosh, leaning back against the wall. 

Okay. Either he hadn’t read the letter, or he hadn’t gotten it yet, or he had read it but was just ignoring you. What if you’d made him uncomfortable? What if he didn’t even know how to respond and you just fucked things up?

You groaned and covered your face with your hands. You were never going to recover from this disaster. 

–

There was a letter on his floor. An actual, physical letter. Hardly anyone used those anymore - he’d used a notepad maybe a handful of times to take notes. (And once as a distraction. It made a lot of noise and left some very confused Unggoy.) 

Point being, John was fairly certain he’d never received a physical letter in his life. But the envelope said “Master Chief” on the outside. And it had been left in his room.

He sat at the desk and opened it, fingers working carefully at the envelope to get the paper out. 

The first thing he noticed was the handwriting. A little curly, a little scratched, it was almost… endearing. 

And then he actually read the letter. 

And stopped.

John was aware that some people found him attractive. While it wasn’t something he had ever encouraged or discouraged, not really, it wasn’t something he entirely understood, either. It was very rare that he thought of people in terms of attraction. 

But this… This was not that. Not quite. This was far more emotional. In fact, the writer admitted to having not seen him without the helmet. 

This was not physical attraction. This was something different. 

He had no idea what to do with it.

For now, he folded it up and carefully tucked it away in his desk. Using every privacy protocol he knew of, he went into the database to search for reference material. 

Half of which were old movies and shows revolving around the sending and receiving of these letters, usually with comedic or dramatic aspects.

John would never, ever admit to having watched one of them. It’s not like he needed a lot of sleep anyway. 

But he was still at a loss as to what to do. Did he write back? Did he find this person and talk to them face to face? The sources available to him were… unclear on proper protocol. 

His Spartans, he knew, would be no help with this. For various reasons. Not least of which being that they’d tease the hell out of him. So, alternate sources needed.

(And he couldn’t help the flash of pain at the thought that Cortana would have an answer, she’d find an answer for him, she always had answers–)

Captain Lasky had proven himself trustworthy and discreet. While not John’s first choice, he would do if further research yielded no results. 

With a sigh, John closed everything down for the night. He needed sleep. At least a little sleep. Not sleeping led to being forced to take downtime, which was… a bad thing. A very bad thing. 

He laid down and stared up at the ceiling, systematically going through his body and making sure there were no noteworthy aches. Then he closed his eyes.

The last conscious thought he had was that he liked your handwriting. 

–

John purposely waited until after his next mission to bring up the letter. He had already decided this was a conversation he needed to have with the helmet on. 

So, after debrief, instead of taking Lasky’s usual dismissal, John shifted his weight. “There is one more thing.”

Lasky looked up at him with a faint, concerned frown. “Speak freely, Chief.” 

“A Spartan received a letter.” John spoke slowly, weighing each word. He didn’t want to lie, but he didn’t want to reveal the whole situation just yet. “Of a… personal nature.”

Lasky grimaced. “If someone needs to be spoken to–”

“No.” John tipped his head to the side. “It wasn’t a bad letter.” 

Lasky blinked, caught off guard, and nodded slowly. “Then what is the concern of this Spartan?” 

This would be the hard part. John stuck to the same tactic, in hopes it worked. “None of us are aware of proper protocols for responding to such letters, Captain.” 

Lasky was completely silent for a long moment. And then he lifted one hand to rub his forehead, muttering to himself. (John knew he wouldn’t have been able to hear without his enhanced hearing.) “I am not equipped to handle this talk…” Lasky drew in a deep breath and looked back up at John. “Let me see if I have this right. A Spartan received a personal letter, but not an inappropriate one. I’m guessing a love letter or a confession letter of some kind. And… you want to know how to respond.”

“Correct, sir.” John didn’t move.

Lasky sighed. “Well. There are a couple ways to respond, I suppose, depending on how the Spartan in question feels. If they’re uncomfortable, they can ignore the letter or turn the person down. Or if the… feelings are accepted, they can write a return letter or tell this person face to face.” 

“What would the contents of a return letter be?” John frowned, yet again glad the helmet was concealing his expression.

Lasky looked like he would rather be doing anything else. “That’s up to the person writing. Granted, letters haven’t been common for centuries, but… Stating your own feelings is pretty typical, or inviting the person to continue writing. Some people find it easier to write their feelings than say them out loud.” 

John turned this new information over in his mind before he nodded once. “Understood. Thank you, sir.”

“Chief?”

John paused, half-turned away from the captain, and tipped his head back that direction.

“Let me know if this becomes a problem. Otherwise, I’ll assume all is well and I will not go looking for more paperwork.”

John nodded his understanding of that and left. He was scheduled to get out of the armor now and have some time to fuel and sleep. 

But maybe… 

Stepping into the Brokkr to get the armor removed was second nature by now, and John barely paid attention to the machinery whirring around him. He was instead still puzzling over the letter in his mind. 

Lasky’s explanation had been sufficient for him to move forward. 

Walking around the ship without armor always left John feeling exposed. He was so used to being in the armor, being a soldier, that being without was… odd. Fortunately, it happened infrequently enough that he still had some anonymity - although it was clear he was a Spartan, most of the crew didn’t equate him to the Master Chief outside of his armor. And that was just fine with him. 

The mess was busy when he entered, but nobody bothered him as he took a tray, gathered food, and sat at an empty table well off to the side. Just as he preferred.

He spotted you sitting at a table not too far away, datapad in front of you, tray forgotten to one side. He watched as your brow furrowed, as you hunched closer to the screen as if that would help you, as you scrolled through whatever you were reading with just the very tip of your tongue poking between your lips. 

He’d never spoken to you, but he had looked you up after reading the letter. Clean service record, glowing compliments from multiple supervisors. You’d been in communications your entire career, and you were, by all accounts, good at it. 

Despite the clear fluster you’d shown that day you’d run into him. 

He tipped his head to the side a little, watching you mutter under your breath as you did… something on the datapad. You were… different. Cute, maybe. He didn’t have much of a frame of reference for cute. Or attractive. 

When you finally looked up from your datapad, John was carefully not watching you. You seemed totally oblivious to having been observed for the better part of five minutes, and started eating with half your attention. 

Depositing his tray after he was done, John made his way back to his room. He knew how he needed to proceed.

–

You weren’t paying attention as you walked back to your bunk, which was… not unusual. You shared with three others, and you all had rotating schedules, so you could usually get at least a little time to yourself. 

But the crinkle of something underfoot when you stepped into your bunk was new. Frowning, you looked down.

There was a letter. On the floor. Partially under your foot.

Heart suddenly racing into overtime, you bent to pick it up. It was addressed to you in unfamiliar, blocky handwriting. This did not help your pulse at all, which was still thrumming hard and fast. 

Double checking that you were alone, you dropped down to sit on your bed and opened the envelope with shaking fingers. 

The letter was short, and for a moment your gaze caught on the name at the end. 

John. John. 

…Wait. John-117. Master Chief. 

You were definitely going to murder Melinda. 

Your letter was very kind, if unexpected. I've never received a letter like this before, and was uncertain how to respond. 

I don't know you, but I would like to, time permitting. If you would like to remain discreet, further letters would be welcome. I am also open to suggestions. 

Regards,

You stared at the letter unblinkingly for several moments. He… hadn't turned you down. He hadn't said no. 

He'd… said yes? 

You carefully put the letter back away. Put your face in your hands. And squealed. 

Okay. Maybe you wouldn't kill Melinda, after all. 

But wait. Now you had to decide what to do! Tipping over sideways, you hid your face in your pillow and shrieked. Just a little bit. (The walls weren't that thick, after all.) 

…Wait. Now you had to figure out how to reply. 

You were so fucked. 

–

It took you three days to write a return letter to him. Partially because you had to figure out how to say what you wanted to say (and you definitely ended up scrapping two pieces of paper). Partially because work required actual focus, and you couldn’t always goof off. And partially just because it took you a bit to gather your nerves. 

You’d never really intended to confess your feelings to Chief. To John. You were still figuring out how you felt about having been outed, more or less. 

Finally, though, you gave up and just wrote the damn thing. It was late, you were mildly sleep deprived and running on a bit of liquid courage. 

John,

I hope you don’t mind if I call you John now. I have one more confession to make. 

I wrote the letter, yes, but I never actually sent it. I’m… a little intimidated now that you know. I really hope I haven’t overstepped. 

But I would really like to get to know you. Whatever way you’re comfortable with, really. Letters are good with me. Honestly, they’re probably more coherent. I can ramble on for a long time if nobody stops me in person, my supervisor teases me about it sometimes. 

I work in Communications, so my shifts tend to be pretty predictable. I’ve got the early shift at the moment - 0600 to 1500. It’s not bad, really, but it does mean I tend to go to bed early. I rarely have plans after my shifts. Although I do like to wander the ship. I have definitely gone into areas I was not supposed to. It’s kinda fun. 

Alright, maybe I can ramble on paper just as well as I can in person. 

I know your schedule tends to be a little unpredictable, so I guess just let me know if you want to do anything? Or we can stick to letters. Whatever you’re comfortable with. 

Sincerely,

You didn’t let you second guess yourself, folding the letter and sealing the envelope. You stood, ready to go deliver it right then.

And realized you actually had no idea where his quarters were.

You stood there, stumped, momentary panic flashing through you. This was a terrible idea. 

Your datapad chimed, and you set the letter down to check your datapad instead. 

You haven’t given me an update on your letter to Chief! Did he ever respond? If you need to go bug him, all the Spartans are on S-deck. He’s in 117, of course. Just walk like you belong and nobody will bother you. Have fun! :D 

Sometimes you were really tempted to kill Melinda… but she had her uses. 

One more deep breath to settle your nerves and you started for the nearest elevator, letter shoved into your pocket so you wouldn’t fiddle with it. Fortunately, there were plenty of directional signs on the ship. Which made sense, considering the size of the bloody thing. 

It also suited you well in finding S-deck. 

The elevator opened onto S-deck, and you stepped out cautiously. But nobody was around, not right then. Swallowing, you took a quick look around before you started walking. The first fork you came to was fortunately labeled: quarters to the left, rec room and gym to the right. You could hear activity from the right, but fortunately you needed to go left anyway. 

The doors were all clearly labeled. Some few had actual personality on the outside - one person had attached some stickers to the outside of the door, while another had painted the numbers green. 

Room 117 was in a little ways, but you found it. The door was plain, unadorned. You had no idea if he was in there or not. 

But this was enough bravery for one day. You crouched and pushed the letter under his doorway, making sure it was all the way through and couldn’t be seen from outside the door. 

Then you turned and very calmly fled. 

(You didn’t even notice a Spartan further down the hall, eyes narrowed and focused on you. You turned a corner and vanished from sight, and the speculative gaze turned to Chief’s door instead. Hmm.) 

–

John didn’t outwardly react as Linda fell into step next to him. She’d speak her piece in her own time, there was no point in rushing her. 

“Did you know you got a letter, Chief?” 

John didn’t break stride. But only through sheer force of habit. “I was unaware.” Which was true - he hadn’t been back to his quarters yet. But he had kind of hoped that he would find a letter. 

“But you’re not surprised.”

Damn. He had hoped she wouldn’t pick up on that. The alternative was worse, so John just didn’t answer. 

“John.”

“Linda.” 

She didn’t huff, didn’t demand. Just kept steady pace with him. Metaphorically wearing him down. 

Although, if he really wanted to be stubborn, that could take a long time. 

John made the turn down to his quarters, weighing pros and cons. Then he nodded once and hit the button to unlock his door.

Sure enough, there was a letter just inside the door. He picked it up and then stepped out of the way, inviting Linda in with nothing more than a tilt of his head. She stepped through after him. 

“This is the second letter I’ve received.” John tucked the letter, unread, into his desk. He would not be reading it with company present.

“Who from?”

“Does it matter?” 

“Nobody uses letters anymore.” Her head tilt was all curiosity. And when Linda was actually curious about something, she dug until she got what she wanted. 

There were a few different ways he could handle this. He could pull rank and tell her to back off. And she would. But it would not be graceful. That was his least favorite option, honestly. Any of his Spartans deserved better from him. 

So he chose a variation of the truth. 

“It’s personal.”

“Someone wrote you a personal letter.” The surprise coloring her tone was very faint, but there. 

“Yes.”

“And you’re aware who it is.”

“Yes.” John didn’t move, watching her closely. 

The two remained locked in a stalemate for a full minute, completely silent. Linda wasn’t willing to back down entirely. John wasn’t willing to give her more information just to assuage her curiosity. 

Then Linda smirked, a faint tick of her lips, an expression that had John instantly on guard. “I’m sure it will be easy to find her name,” she murmured. “I’ll recognize her when I see her again.”

Shit. If Linda had seen you leaving the letter, then she would find you again. It would just be a matter of time. 

And, intended or not, Linda could be… intense. They all could. John knew that, he’d seen the way the crew sometimes eyed them, unsure how to interact. 

But he didn’t want Linda scaring you, even inadvertently. So he made a concession. 

“You do not approach her about this. You do not investigate her.” He stared her down, waiting until she nodded her agreement to continue. Then he gave her your name. 

Linda nodded once. “What is your end goal here?” 

John shrugged, a tiny movement that nonetheless conveyed everything it needed to. Linda frowned a tiny bit, almost disapproving, before she released her breath in her version of a laugh. 

“Don’t do anything foolish, John.” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he drawled, completely dry. 

Linda shook her head, just a little, and bumped her shoulder into his as she walked back out of his room. 

John finally sat at his desk, pulling the letter out. Your handwriting was still a little chaotic, moreso than last time. As if you’d been writing in a hurry. He read the letter quickly the first time and then slowed, reading it again. Unbidden, his lips quirked. 

Well. Your rambling, as you called it, was not anything that bothered John. If anything, he found it endearing. 

Maybe he should mention that? Would it help to put you at ease? 

Shaking his head a little at himself, John debated how to answer. 

–

“Is that her?” 

A tiny nod. 

A single grunt. Keen eyes observed every movement, every flicker of emotion. 

“She’s soft.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

Another grunt, quiet, contemplative. 

It wasn’t until their quarry moved that they did. 

“Think this will work?”

A soft sound, almost a laugh. “Chief is stubborn.”

A huff of acknowledgement. Really, that was all that needed to be said. 

–

You groaned softly as you walked down a hallway, rolling your shoulders. It had been a long shift fighting with some misaligned repeaters. Coordinating with Engineering was always a pain, and today had been somehow even more aggravating than normal. Your shoulders ached with lingering tension, and you didn’t want to deal with people yet.

So, wandering the ship it was. You may have sneaked through a Jeffries tube to get two decks down without having to take the elevator. Look, nobody caught you at it, it was fine. 

You weren’t even sure where you were going, but it felt good to just… go. Especially when you stuck to quieter corridors and less populated areas. 

You’d find your way back. You always did. Not like you could get that far, after all. 

Coming to a crossroads (and signposts), you blinked when you realized you were almost to the aft observatory. Well. That was… something. Huffing a little at yourself, you continued down that hallway, stepping quietly into the observatory. 

It was empty, and you breathed out a little sigh of relief, sinking down to sit cross-legged on the floor in front of one of the floor-to-ceiling viewports. The quiet and the calm helped, your shoulders easing down into a more relaxed position. 

The door opened behind you and your heart plummeted. Maybe they’d leave. Or at least leave you alone. The floor shook a little under heavy, even footsteps, stopping next to you. You looked up… and up… and up, finally into a golden visor. You blinked, caught completely off guard.

“May I?” His voice was low and deep and calm, soothing to your nerves. Somehow.

“Oh! Sure! There are benches if you prefer.” You shrugged, a little bashful, still staring up at him. 

He merely lowered himself to the floor next to you, surprisingly dexterous for a man wearing nearly half a ton of armor. (Not that you’d gone and looked up all the information you could get your grubby little mitts on about the Mjolnir armor.) 

“Did you know I was here?” You tipped your head to look up at him, curious more than anything. 

His head dipped in a nod, a little hesitant. 

“Huh.” You blinked and then ducked your head. “You didn’t have to come all the way down here for me,” you murmured, warm, heart fluttering in your chest.

“I wanted to.” Still that even tone, matter of fact. But still soothing. 

You nodded, peeking up at him again. He had shifted the tiniest bit, arms braced on his thighs, helmet forward again. Giving you space, you realized with a warm swell of startled affection. 

“I think this is only the third time I’ve been here,” you started slowly, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. His head tipped, indicating he was listening. “The first time was an accident. I couldn’t sleep, just got switched from the overnight shift to first shift.” You paused to chuckle. “Had a few very blurry days before I adjusted, that was awful. But I was wandering around, must’ve been after midnight, and kind of blindly stumbled in here. It was so quiet - just the air filtration system, really. I sat down, figuring I’d do a bit of reading, and woke up with an awful crick in my neck and my alarm going off. Had to book it back up to communications.”

His shoulders bounced once in what might have been a laugh. 

“Can I���?” You looked more fully at him, a little shy, a little hesitant. “Do you want me to tell you more?”

He nodded. “Whatever you can share.” 

“You’re going to regret that one day,” you warned him with a little laugh. “I told you I can ramble.”

“I don’t mind.” He didn’t move, still relaxed, still waiting on you.

So you started telling him about another one of your rambles. 

“...and I really wasn’t planning on going all the way to the hangers,” you told him, trying (and failing) to hide your mirth. “Especially not from the ceiling.” 

“The Jeffries actually opened into the hanger?” He sounded… something. Dismayed? Disgusted? Something. 

“Apparently, they weren’t supposed to.” You paused. “But that one definitely did. Spent a few minutes clinging to the ladder inside the tube. There was a lot of panicked shouting. They eventually got out a ladder that reached and got me down. The whole tube had to be closed for maintenance for four days before they found the malfunction. After Captain Lasky gave me the dressing down of my life, he grudgingly admitted it was a good thing I found that malfunction before it became a problem.” 

John’s chest practically vibrated, his chuckle so quiet you could barely hear it. “That was you?”

“Oh god, you’ve heard of that?” You dropped your head, hiding behind your hands, though you were laughing. “How’d you know?”

“Roland almost asked me to go, decided on a Spartan-IV instead.”

You giggle-snorted, covering your eyes. “They were debating the merits of sending someone up with a jetpack to grab me until one of the Pelican mechanics found the ladder.” You paused purely for effect, peeking up at him between your fingers. “I never managed to tell them I’m afraid of heights.” 

That time you heard the chuckle, low and rumbling and wonderful. You hid your face again until you could contain your own laughter. 

Finally, though, you checked the time, dismayed to see how late it had gotten. (Well. Late for you, because you were the most boring person on this entire ship.) 

“I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?” You twisted your fingers together, peering up at him, caught between worry and hope. 

“No.” He shifted, facing you a little more directly. But still giving you space. Still giving you time. 

“Okay.” You paused, chewing on your lower lip. “Have you eaten?” 

He shook his head, silent, watchful. 

“Do you want to?” You were quick to continue as the implications of what you’d just asked caught up with you. “We don’t have to, of course, or another time, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

He paused and then his head jerked around to the doorway. “Later,” he said, getting to his feet with a fluid grace you frankly envied. But his hand reached back down to you, helping you to your feet like you weighed nothing. (To a Spartan, you didn’t.) 

“Okay.” You weren’t going to push. Not about anything, really, but definitely not about this.

“Lasky’s calling Blue Team.” He offered the explanation without prompting.

Something in your chest relaxed, some anxiety you hadn’t even named. “I hope you won’t be late.”

“I won’t.” He sounded so easily confident, like he could bend the universe around him to his will. You half-believed he could. “Here.” He held out a letter to you. Where it had come from, you had no idea, but you took it with barely trembling fingers. 

“I’ll see you soon?” You tried to keep the hope out of your voice. You failed. 

He nodded once to you before he turned and strode out of the room, quick and purposeful. You stood frozen until the door closed behind him. 

(Outside the door, the rest of Blue Team fearlessly faced down John, having kept everyone else away from the room so he could have his time. His head dipped, the barest amount, in recognition and thanks. They fell in behind him to make their way to Lasky. No words were needed.) 

–

That meeting seemed to have signaled some kind of break in the ice between you and John. He found you more often than not after your shifts. Sometimes you two walked and talked. Sometimes you found a place to sit - the aft observatory became a favorite with you two. Sometimes you even had a meal together, although those times were more rare. John was still shy about being with you without the armor.

That was okay. He could take as much time as he wanted. You weren’t actually trying to jump him. You genuinely liked his company, no matter what he was wearing. 

(When you told him so, quietly, one night while the two of you had a late snack in the observatory, his cheeks went pink and he ducked his head. But he also bundled you up into a hug before he left, which was warm and firm and the absolute best thing ever.) 

And you may not have been the smartest person on board, or the most observant, but even you couldn’t miss the way the rest of Blue Team hung around. You made sure to wave at them any time you saw them. Not that you got a response out of them, most of the time, but still. You liked them. 

Especially after Kelly grabbed a letter from you as you were taking it to John’s room and bolted away. You found out later that John had been sent on an unexpected mission, and Kelly had just gotten the letter to him before he’d gotten in the Pelican. 

You kind of assumed that meant they liked you, too. 

But it wasn’t all good all the time. 

While John was gone on this super secret mission, comms went down to most of the rest of the universe. Meaning a pileup of crew who had messages they wanted to send home who couldn’t. 

And it was nobody’s fault. But somehow you were blamed (and the rest of the communications staff). The whole department was working around the clock to get it fixed, but it looked like the problem wasn’t even with the Infinity, but with a relay elsewhere in space. 

Meaning there was quite literally nothing you could do. 

But a handful of ODSTs didn’t like that answer. 

“I got people to talk to back home,” one of them, the ringleader of their little group, grumbled at you. He was taller than you, using his height to try to tower over you. (That might have worked a few months ago, but now? Not a chance. John had inadvertently seen to that.) 

“I told you, there’s nothing I can do,” you insisted. But you took a step back, hoping you could escape to the mess or somewhere else populated. “The problem isn’t on the ship, and we’re not headed towards the relay to fix it.”

“Yeah? Why not? You think it’s okay to just make us wait?” The ringleader took a step closer to you. 

“That’s not–of course not!” You puffed up as much as you could. Which was… not a lot. “You think we don’t have family, too?” 

“I don’t think you do,” one of the others jeered, just to be cruel. 

But the remark still landed, and you still flinched. The other two drew in closer, like wolves scenting blood. 

“Seriously,” you tried again, pushing your shoulders down and back, “if you have a problem with the outage, talk to my CO. She’ll tell you the same thing I did. There’s nothing we can do until another ship gets to the relay.” You did your very best to glare them down. 

Either your glaring skills had improved or they got tired of taunting you, because one of them nudged the ringleader, and they all backed off in a hurry. Actually, it looked like they scrambled away from you. Which was… confusing. But. Hey! It worked! 

Turning, you hummed as you continued on to the mess. You really needed food now. 

(Behind you, Fred let out a slow breath from where he’d stepped behind some machinery to get out of your line of sight, after scaring off the ODSTs. That had been close. Too close. He made a mental note to talk to Linda and Kelly about assigning you a permanent shadow until this communications issue was cleared up, or Chief got back. You had the self-preservation instincts of a lemming.) 

–

The first thing John wanted to do after debrief was find you. But he took the time to get de-armored first, carefully not fidgeting through the process. He got dressed and was out in record time, completely ignoring the armor techs. 

He had missed you during this last mission. And that was… new. And odd. Not unacceptable, because he had felt this ache before. But it still scared him, a little, this need to see you. To be near you.

But for once, he went with it, rather than fighting it. Even though it had been a long time by now, Cortana’s words about one of them being more human than machine still rang in his mind. 

He was finally making the decision to be more human. 

He found you in the aft observatory, Kelly standing guard by the door. He nodded to her, and her return nod was easy. Good. No issues worth mentioning, then. 

The door opened and he stepped inside, finding you immediately. You were sitting with your knees up near your chest, arms loose around your legs. You looked… sad. Lonely. 

He could fix that. 

John didn’t say a word as he strode over to you, not even returning your sputtered greeting as he sat behind you. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back flush to his chest so he could curl himself around you as much as physically possible. He could feel your heart beating hard, could hear your stuttered breath. But you relaxed into his hold almost immediately, curling one hand around his. John breathed out slowly, steadily. 

For now, this was enough. He would need to explain more to you later. Maybe in a letter if he couldn’t get himself to speak the words. 

But for now? This was all he wanted. You, safe and warm and protected in his arms, the tension leaving the both of you. He tucked his head down into the crook of your neck, listening to your heart steady out. 

Yes. This was enough. 

[fleurswn]

La belle au bois dormant: The Sleeping Beauty.

Pairings: Tom Riddle x Female!Reader

Word Count: Bla blabla

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: You are a great companion to Hermione Granger, staying by her side despite being a year younger. As the Battle of Hogwarts rages on and the darkness of the night grows thicker, you stayed by her side. When Voldemort and his Death Eaters emerge from the depths of the Forbidden forest, a chilling silence falls upon the battlefield. The air is heavy with dread as Hagrid steps forth, carrying the limp body of Harry Potter in his arms.

(WORK IN PROGRESS, PLS IGNORE 😜)

After casting a spell that sent a death eater flying away, you collapsed against the crumbled wall of the corridor.

Once vibrant and full of life, it now exuded the sense of sorrowness. A sharp, stinging pain in your abdomen drew your attention, and upon examining the wound, you saw the deep, bleeding gash that marred your flesh.

"Fuck!" you exclaimed, the pain and shock causing your voice to tremble. The sight of crimson liquid flowing steadily from the wound left you feeling lightheaded and weak.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approached, you clenched your teeth, shut your eyes, and held your breath, desperately hoping to remain undetected and praying to whoever above for a chance to survive.

When you sense someone standing in front of you, you part your eyes slightly, only to catch the sight of Tom Riddle himself standing there, the firstborn of The Dark Lord.

Despite your parents' allegiance to the Dark Lord, you have always feel a deep hatred towards Tom. The idea of pureblood supremacy has never sat well with you.

However, your rejection to your parents believe had led you to run away from home when your parents attempted to pressure you into taking the dark mark. Fortunately, your aunt welcomed you with open arms into her home.

Now, Tom Riddle looms over you, as you struggle to conceal the bleeding gash on your skin. Memories flood back from the time before the Battle of Hogwarts, when Tom had cornered you upon your return to Hogwarts after running away from your household. He expressed disappointment in what he perceived as wasted potential, urging you to join the his side, the winning side.

In a moment of anger, you had slapped Tom that day. While any other person might have to face consequences for such an act, Tom merely responded with a smirk before walking away.

"Oh, Doll," Tom cooed, interrupting your train of thoughts.

Tom knelt down in front of you, his fingers gently wiping away the blood trickling from your slightly torn lips. You felt the urge to bite his fingers, but he quickly pulled them away. His gaze shifted to the blood seeping from your abdomen.

"Oh, my poor darling. Does this hurt?" he taunted, mocking your pain. "Fuck off, Riddle." You hissed and tried to move away, but he grabbed your shoulder firmly, keeping you in place.

"Stay still now, would you?" He pulls out his wand, pointing it to your abdomen.

You held your breath, expecting a deadly curse, but instead you watched in suprise as he flick his wand and muttered, "Vulnera Sanentur."

The bleeding slowed and your wound began to mend. "Why are you doing this?" you asked, fighting back a whimper as the magic stitched your skin back together.

Ignoring your question, Tom chuckled darkly. "It's not too late to join me, Y/N. It's clear who will win the war," he said, cocking his head slightly.

"Don't underestimate the other side, Riddle. You know nothing," you retorted, gritting your teeth against the pain. His face hardened as he stood.

"Silly girl. You will come to me eventually. And when you do, I will forgive you. I am merciful, afterall." he declared before walking away.

"Go to hell!" you shouted after him, watching as he disappeared, leaving you leaning against the wall.

You sat there, not sure of how much time had passed until a familiar voice called out your name. Instantly on alert, you reached for your wand in your pocket, ready to cast a shield until you realized it was Hermione approaching you.

Concern etched on her face as she knelt down beside you, "Y/N, what happened?" she asked, her voice trembling. "A Death Eater stabbed me, but I think I'm alright now," you muttered, gesturing to your now stitched wound evident through your torn shirt. Hermione's eyes followed your gaze, filled with worry.

"Do you think you can stand?" Hermione asked, her voice filled with concern, to which you shook your head. Despite your attempts to rise, the pain from your fresh stitches made it feel like you would stumble with every attempt. You had tried to cast any spell that could help you, but when you try to focus on casting a spell, the pain made it difficult to concentrate on anything else. "Could you help me up?" you requested.

Hermione looped her arm around your shoulder, supporting you as you struggled to steady yourself. You leaned on her for support, feeling a sense of relief at her presence.

"Where are Harry and Ron? Are they okay?" you asked, noticing the worry etched on Hermione's face. The change in her demeanor only heightened your anxiety, prompting you to ask again, "Hermione, please tell me what happened," your voice trembling, a sinking feeling settling in your gut.

"Harry went to surrender himself to Voldemort," Hermione choked out, causing you to gasp in shock. Trying to compose herself, Hermione wiped her eyes, her features now marked by despair. Realizing now was not the right time for grief, she spoke solemnly, "We have to focus on the task at hand. We need to destroy the snake; it's Voldemort's final Horcrux," her words carrying the weight of their urgency as she help you in walking.

You took deep breaths, struggling to calm the turmoil within you, unable to understand Harry's sacrificial decision.

Your breath caught in your chest as you reached the scene, witnessing the horrorfying sight of Hagrid carrying Harry, his still form appearing pale and motionless.

Denial flooded your thoughts, a chorus of "no" echoing in your mind. He couldn't be gone, it couldn't be true...

As the voice of the Dark Lord boomed, "Harry Potter is dead!" You saw the fear and despair in Hermione's eyes mirrored your own. The dark laughter of the Death Eaters surrounded you, creating an atmosphere of pure terror.

Hermione reached out to you, but before either of you could react, a spell hit you square in the chest. Your body convulsed with the impact, and a wave of dizziness washed over you. Your vision blurred, and you felt like as if the world was spinning out of control.

Through the haze, you could hear Hermione's panicked voice calling out to you, but it sounded distant, as if coming from far away. Your eyelids grew heavy, tempting you to surrender to the darkness encroaching upon your consciousness.

As you sway on the brink of unconsciousness, a last image seared itself into your mind - the triumphant smirk on Tom's face as he stared directly at you. Eventually, you give in to the welcoming embrace of oblivion.

WIP PLS IGNORE (FIRST FIC 😜)

[1uckygold]

Changing One's Tune (14)

Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?

~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader

~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au

~Word Count: 3.5K

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“Yoongi, honey… You need to stop pacing. Y/N is going to be fine,” Mrs. Jung mumbled, concerned eyes watching their second oldest of children walk back and forth in a fidgeting state. Not being able to hold the small whimper from escaping, hand instantly clamping her mouth close.

While others believe dogs to have the “easiest” life, it wasn’t always fun being able to sense the mood inside a tensed atmosphere—Honestly, sometimes… When it gets bad, dog hybrids nearly feel like cryin’ or throwing up from how everyone’s feelings reflect upon them.

It sure didn’t help the mood when the four boys still haven’t transformed back, practically kneeling beside the door where you, Dr. Kim, and Seokjin were inside. The mini group being much too quiet for their parent’s comfort, usually there chaotic together.

“I’ve never seen him this… disoriented? While I never supported his career path, I was still proud in our son that he was so calm and collected when heading off into the big city—Almost like Yoongi was seeing a for sure path, even if the road wasn’t painted yet,” Mr. Min whispered, leaning toward his wife who nodded in agreement. Yoongi constantly needing to touch or scratch behind his neck and ear, a trait that was developed when shy or anxious.

Meanwhile, you were not doing so hot either… Wild eyes swiftly looking around the little office, still transformed and practically hunched over the desk with your tail tucked between. Every little movement Seokjin or Dr. Kim made put you on edge, the two that were in the hybrid medical field rushing around to pull out needed supplies before getting started.

“Y/N, was it? Darling, I’m going to need you to transform back into your human-self so we can get a good look and bandage that wound properly… Would that be alright?” Dr. Kim questioned, softly smiling when turning as his eyes held a certain gentleness. He had such a fatherly tone that for some reason you’re body relaxed immensely, the calming aura calling out to you—Yet, it sure didn’t help your cheeks from how handsome Dr. Kim was… Now you know exactly where Seokjin got his looks from.

Glancing to Seokjin for double reassurance, you jumped toward the floor to transform back… Hisses escaping from how much it started hurting. Almost biting your tongue as tears threatened to spill, it sure didn’t help that the injury was in an area that twists and stretches in order to get back into your human form.

Your breathing was coming out in pants, sweat glistening down your temple from how painful that experience was—You felt pathetic… You’ve taken worser hits, and although you’ve transformed only twice injured, it still made you feel weak.

Seokjin and his father glanced at one another in worry, your figure stumbling up to sit back onto the desk. Blood was smeared along your neck, trailing underneath the damped t-shirt… In fact, there were minor cuts and bruises as well in different spots.

Feline eyes glowed a feral green, preparing to transform back at any given moment if something goes haywire. Stiffening to see Dr. Kim’s focused expression when pulling out a pair of shears, snipping the shoulder sleeve for better access. “Jin, fetch a few towels and warm water. Also, tell Yoongs we need a new shirt and to grab one from their suitcase—I’m sorry Y/N, but it looks like your going to need some minor sutures.”

Stitches…

The thought had you paling, Dr. Kim eyeing the slightly deep wound that was caused by a pair of talons. Honestly the consent transformations might have been too much for the injury to handle, applying a decent amount of pressure as it kept bleeding through multiple gauze.

“Wait but shouldn’t I—” Your ears perked, back straightening when hearing Yoongi’s voice echo near the door as Seokjin pushed against someone while tryin’ to balance everything. The eldest using his foot to slam it close, preventing a bunny from even entering—None wasting time to get working, Seokjin being in charge of cleaning the wound, so it didn’t get infected. While Dr. Kim prepared an anesthetic shot and three separate needles that will be used for stitching.

“Bite… We don’t need your canines piercing that tongue of yours,” Dr. Kim explained, gesturing to open your mouth so he can put a folded-up piece of cloth inside. Instincts already sinking your fangs into the towel, ears pinned back and clenching your tail for comfort.

A hiss escaping when feeling the shot’s pinch, the liquid seeping around three different areas as the numbing started to take affect after 10 to 15 minutes—You’re shoulder blade turning completely numb, feeling only light pressure as Dr. Kim got to work stitching up where the eagle hybrid attacked. Seokjin rubbing a medical cream for your bruises and cleaning up minor cuts/scratches.

“There we go… For now, we’ll keep changing the dressing and within a week or less the sutures should fall/dissolve as the wound heals—It’s a good thing hybrids can heal faster, but don’t get it wet for at least 48 hours.”

You slowly nodded, hesitant to move… You’ve never had stitches before, the fear of tearing the wound once more from a single movement filled yourself, body appearing stiff and tense. The sight had Seokjin snickering, tryin’ to explain how you could walk properly, head immediately shaking vigorously from not believing that.

Cleared, the two left while you went to change out of the old shirt and into the new one without irritating your injury, carefully putting the arm with the sutures inside first—Yoongi brightened up seeing you walk out the room as your tail swiftly waged seeing him after that doctor experience.

“Are you okay…” Yoongi asked, words completely faint to the ones that didn’t have super hearing, a tiny smile breaking out as you nodded in reassurance. The moms practically cooing on the inside seeing you, this was the first time the parents saw you in a human form—All of them thinking you were absolutely breathtaking.

“We were all so worried, do you need anything? I can get you something to drink… Oh! I know what to get you, how about a heating blanket??” Mrs. Jung asked, rambling as her momma/dog instincts threatened to take over, wanting to please for your comfort. The sight had you chuckling, she was so much like Hoseok…

Speaking of which… The four hybrids were back to their human-self, inching to pull you in for a hug but knowing it was a bad idea right now. Jimin being the one to mostly have to hold himself back, fidgeting at the season forcing the need to comfort any female that was in distress.

“No… I just, I want,” You trailed, biting your lip, not knowing how to tell them that all you wanted was to transform and curl up into a ball as Yoongi brushes his fingers through your fur. Deciding not to speak the truth, shifting around… Dr. Kim’s eyes widening as he saw the position you were taking—It was the little signs that your body was getting ready to form into a cat that caught his attention.

“Wait, no!! Don’t,” He yelled, startling everyone in the room from the sudden shout as you winced at the loudness. Eyes peeking behind Yoongi to see Dr. Kim with a hand outstretched as if that was going to stop you, which in fact, it did as your body froze in place. “I implore you, don’t transform. It’s not recommended to transform until a visible scar is seen or the stitches are gone.”

Yoongi’s nose scrunched up at the new information, processing that key detail. Especially the scarring part… Sure the wound was bleeding, but he honestly didn’t believe the injury was to be that bad—Although you merely shrugged off Dr. Kim’s warning, thinking you knew what was better for your body. “I can handle it. I’ll heal much faster in my cat form.”

“Woah, hey… Stop,” Yoongi frowned at your sudden dismissal and stubbornness, reaching for your hand in a soft manner to pause your actions. However there was something building, the feline inside wanting to do whatever it wanted that it clouded your judgement. Snatching your hand back, only for Yoongi to stop you once more. “Hey! I said stop, you’re not supposed to be doing that!”

“I-I can transform into my cat form just fine… It’s a recommendation not to try, right? Not something you officially have to follow,” You mumbled, meaning for yourself to come out fierce and determined, wincing as it mostly came out as a mere child asking for a cookie.

“Yes, yes you do—You have to follow it! It’s logical thinking to listen when advice is being given by a doctor that knows what they’re doing.”

“I want to be in my cat form though, I’m more comfortable there and I’ll heal quicker,” You explained, not wanting to look up and see Yoongi’s facial expression growing irritated. This was the first time he ever looked at you like that, feet shifting in an anxious way as Yoongi wanted to tear his hair out from how you were acting—How could you not care enough to follow clear instructions!

“No.”

“But I promise…”

“No.”

“What about if I—”

“For fuck sakes, Y/N!! I said no!! You’re not doing it—In fact, I… I… Hell, as long as you wear that collar around your throat, you listen to me. I forbid you from transforming until this trip is over and we’re back home!!” Yoongi shouted, breathing coming out rough and in huffs, vocal cords getting the brute of the force from how loud he screamed. Although Yoongi just wanted you to be safe and unharmed, even if what he said was in the wrong.

Gasps heard all around, but Yoongi never once broke eye contact with you.

That was an order… An order that wasn’t given among equals, rather sounding more like a master commanding their servant—You couldn’t help but stagger back in pure shock and hurt; eyes wide and ears slowly lowering until flattened/pinned back. Yoongi seemingly to snap out of his outburst, deflating on realizing just now what he unconsciously said in the moment.

But it was too late to be taking it back, an emotion bubbling inside you… You’ve never felt this before with Yoongi: Pure rage.

Usually, you’d never stand up to a human, in fact, you were still shy about asking for things from the seven but ever since that hybrid fight… Something had snapped, breaking like a dam—You’re body trembled, fist shaking and pupils turning into slits. Confidence was building up once more, the wild-feline side hissing…

And you thrived on it.

It was exhilarating to feel invincible, even if that confidence WAS clawing out because of anger. Maybe… Maybe its time to channel that in your everyday life—Namjoon was about to step in to break up the tension, but Jimin pulled him back… Shaking his head with wide eyes.

This needed to happen… For your sake, or else in this world, you’d be chewed up and swallowed.

You stepped forward in a posture fitting for someone your species, glaring into Yoongi’s eyes and piercing his soul with a growl, sharp canines showing. Felines weren’t supposed to be afraid; their attitude was something of bravery and higher… You knew deep down that Yoongi wouldn’t hurt you, nor would he let anyone lay a finger on you. Which is why, in this moment, you weren’t fearful of a punishment that would never come. A chuckle that sounded darker than anything echoed throughout the room.

“Is that what you think? That a collar symbolizes obedience? …I may be new to this whole ordeal still, but the boys did teach me a few things, and so did that sweet otter family next door back home, so don’t come at me with that bullshit—You saved my life, yes, and I do live under the same roof as yours… BUT,” You sneered, “I do not owe you anything, and if I recall, you won’t force me to do anything that I’m not comfortable with, so you’re “forbidden rule” means nothing to me.”

Yoongi, he was always teaching you of the outside world, how to act and say what’s on your mind. Now… It’s time to teach him something.

“There was a time during this year where I stayed out of pure obligation… I still believed that hybrids were below even an ant, it’s not something that’s so easily forgotten because of the way its being instilled inside you,” You mumbled, eyes breaking from Yoongi for a split second as tears threatened to fall when remembering those dark times, unconsciously rubbing your ribcage and cat ears. “In my eyes, the world was like stepping into a territory full of hungry wolves… Now? I’m more informed on how the world really works, leaving was always an option on the table but I made a choice to stay because I felt something… Having experienced more emotions staying than just sticking to only one.”

You’re eyes glazed over before scoffing, not once looking anyone in the eye as you walked further into the mansion-like house. Remembering the way toward the staircase and although you didn’t know where to go, you just needed to be on higher ground. The height helps when needing to destress, wanting a way up to the roof… Hesitantly, you stopped down the hall to turn and glance over your shoulder where Yoongi stood, not knowing what else to say but one last thing.

“And in technical terms, you don’t fuckin’ own me—You’re papers are printed with the words that you’ve adopted a regular feline, not a hybrid. So tell me something like that again and I’ll put you on your ass like I did with that eagle.”

Yoongi stared as your figure left the room, mouth agape in awe—You were practically glowing in nothing but confidence, an entirely different person than what you were in the beginning….

And you’ve never looked more stunning.

However guilt did consume Yoongi from how what he said, although it was the push you needed, it wasn’t something that was right to speak—A whistle cut through the air, eyes darting toward Mr. Min who broke the silence with a look of approval.

“Damn, I like her… Son, you should bring her over more often.”

~

“Stupid Yoongi… Stupid cold,” You grumbled, glaring at icy snow that was covering the balcony—You were wandering for almost a half-hour before a guard found your lost-self, directing you to the location that you wanted.

It wasn’t snowing outside but it was freezing, not wearing a jacket and your unusual body-heat could only go so far without fur. In fact, you did try to shift… But you barely made it an inch into your position before pain acted up on your shoulder—You hated that Yoongi was right.

So instead, you stood outside and looked up at the night sky, fascinated when seeing your breath. Although a creak had your ears perking, you didn’t even have to look to see who it was… Their scent was unmistakable.

“What do you want… Come to order me some more?” You asked, this was nothing but a childish stab in the gut, but you couldn’t care less right now. Yoongi sighed, walking further outside to stand beside you, glancing up at the sky as well.

No one said anything, silence in the air and it wasn’t long until you relaxed—It was always comfortable with Yoongi around, despite you still being mad. There was nothing that needed to be said, expect maybe an apology…

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, Yoongi glancing at you from the corner of his eye to see your focus still on the stars and moon. He needed to get out his apologizes too but waited patiently for you to speak whatever that was coming to mind. “I know you were just looking out for me; I shouldn’t have been that stubborn.”

“No… I’m sorry. You have nothing to apologize for. I kind of asked for that lecture, didn’t I?” Yoongi snorted, joking playfully that had you cracking a small smile, a laugh escaping—It was such a playful and calming mood, as if you two weren’t fighting to begin with.

Biting your lip, you glanced away from the sky to slowly take a peek at Yoongi, the slight movement catching his attention as he made eye contact. Head immediately turning toward elsewhere with a shy gaze, Yoongi frowning seeing you shake from the cold before hesitantly bringing you into his arms.

You’re eyes widen in shock before melting into the warmth and smell, burying your face into his chest as Yoongi let out a shaky breath, he didn’t even know that was being held in. Your tail unconsciously wrapping around his leg as if letting go would mean this moment will disappear.

That feeling was back… That same fuzzy feeling whenever your near Yoongi in moments like this—You’re heart was racing, and palms felt almost clammy. Yoongi’s form definitely was much taller, you’ve felt tiny and safe in his arms as you needed to crane your neck to see his face properly. The Christmas lights amongst the night sky had him glowing, and it wasn’t any better for Yoongi.

The music lover freezing in place seeing stars reflect in your wide eyes, the lights giving your face a nice glow as it had your collar glimmering in the moonlight—Yoongi couldn’t help but unconsciously glace at your rosy lips, seeing them slightly part… You didn’t know when, but it felt like both your faces were closing in, noses nearly inches from each other.

Although a sudden squeak left your lips, instantly pullin’ away when a decent amount of snow fell against, you’re neck as some landed in Yoongi’s hair. Eyes glancing up toward the roof, narrowing when seeing something appear as if it moved from sight—You could’ve sworn seeing colorful tails swaying past the railings.

“W-We should go,” You said, refusing to look at Yoongi before heading inside where the heat welcomed and kissed your freezing skin.

“Yeah…” Yoongi faintly muttered underneath his breath, not knowing exactly what just happened… Quietly following behind, the two heading off to the room that they were staying in for a nights rest. “I’ll let you take the bed; I can sleep on the floor tonight since you can’t transform.”

…That was about two weeks ago since that moment transpired, Christmas morning starting as the sunrise took place.

Ever since then, the guys saw you becoming livelier… Although you were still shy, confidence started to grow within—Your eyes sparkling at the beautifully decorated Christmas tree, it was always the little things you’ve loved in this world. Everyone was laughing, enjoying their time together as Christmas wrapping paper was thrown all over the room, no one wanting to clean it up.

A nudge was felt into your shoulder, but it didn’t hurt… A visible scar having been shown a week ago as you were now able to prance around in your cat form again. Glancing toward the presence that was sitting next to you, eyes narrowing at the mischievous glint in Taehyung’s eyes as the tiger nodded toward an anxious Yoongi approaching.

“Come with me,” He spoke in soft words, reaching a hand out for you to grab as everyone pretended, they weren’t listening into the conversation.

“Yoongi, where are we going?” You questioned, laughing as he pulled you along in the halls until they were back into that same spot as last time—The balcony. “What are we doing here?”

“I just… I have one last gift for you,” Yoongi said, rubbing the back of his neck when pulling out a small box. Nose scrunching up in confusion as you opened the little gift, eyes widening seeing a musical pendant. Yoongi gently picking up the sterling silver chain as two music notes dangled like earphones, indented with what seemed like crystals.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you,” You whispered, as the music producer calmly hooked it around your neck, making sure the chain doesn’t get tangled up with your collar. You fingered the jewelry with adoration, only to see that wasn’t all in the tiny box… A ripped-up piece of paper that had a date and time written neatly. “What’s this?”

“Well I’ve been thinking about what you said… and you’re right. Legally you aren’t mine, so let’s make that official kitten—That’s the day we’re going down to the shelter to officially adopt you,” Yoongi explained, a gummy smile breaking out seeing your stunned face.

“Y-You’re adopting me… As a hybrid?” You asked, staring at the paper… Vision suddenly blurring as tears slid down your cheek—A wide smile forming before you jumped into Yoongi’s arms with a laugh. The two feeling something cold nip at their nose, glancing up to see snowflakes beginning to fall.

Not aware of prying ears as everyone stared down from a window, soft smiles upon their faces seeing you both hugging in the snow.

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Welcome to the fourteenth chapter of Changing One's Tune! Confidence makes you glow... Remember that lovelies!! Also was that an almost kiss?? Seems like new feelings are starting to rise!

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[kquil]

Hi, congratulations for 1k! Can I please ask for a cupcake?:)🧁 I just discovered you and I adore your writing style!

I'm a girl, I'm 5'8, and I have blue eyes and blonde hair. I've always been the shy one around new people, and I honestly hate big crowds and being the center of attention. However, the second I get to know you better and feel comfortable around you, I'm actually quite talkative. Even in the friend group, I usually have a "safe" person who I'm the closest with and know I can actually be myself around them, so I tend to migrate towards them in group outings. That is not to say I don't trust the others, I really enjoy their company too and have fun spending time with them, but it's just not the same level of closeness.

My biggest flaw is blurting things out in the heat of the moment without giving them much thought. I can be brutally honest, and it often looks like I'm disregarding others' feelings, which is not true, but I can see how it may look from their perspective, so I'm definitely working on avoiding this.

(My hogwarts house is Slytherin, I don't know if that helps with anything.)

Thank you so much in advance!!

you're so sweet, thank you so much for the request darling and im so sorry for taking so long to deliver on it! nevertheless, i hope you enjoy my ship for you!

i ship you with Remus Lupin 

i. he was your safe person in the group. It was purely accidental the way you were adopted into the marauders. they happened to catch you blowing up at another slytherin ruthlessly as you didn’t share the same views and they were being incredibly ignorant. There was additional heat from the fact that the slytherin you were cursing at was influencing the younger slytherin years and encouraging similar discriminatory behaviour amongst them. Because of you a divide between the Slytherins who took to the dark arts and blood supremacy better than those who couldn’t give a fuck was distinguished — you were the automatic leader of the latter half. 

ii. you try your best to be a little more careful around him with your brutal honesty especially when on the topic of his lycanthropy but he appreciates it more than you think. you’re able to make him face the music, it hurt at first but he knows you love him. Sometimes it does get hard though and you seeing the hurt on his face makes your heart ache for him so, despite your honesty with him being a trait he appreciated, you’ve learned to tone it down with him 

iii. you both hate being in big crowds so you’re each other’s excuse to leave the parties that sirius drags you to. “why come if you’re just going to leave?” sirius whines every time but remus would just shrug and you would say, “because you always drag us along and we’re going now,” you and remus giggle to each other before hurrying away to his dorm where you cuddle in bed and read together. 

iv. sometimes, remus would be reading but you would be talking and no matter how much he tries, he ends up reading the same sentence over and over again. In the end, he succumbs to your ramblings with a smile and puts his book away after marking his page. remus loves to read but he loves listening to you more and he actively indulges you, sometimes tuning you out so he can fully appreciate your appearance until he couldn’t resist anymore and has to lean in to kiss you because my god! you were just so beautiful!

v. remus loves staring into your beautiful blue eyes and playing with your blonde hair, and you would do the same for him. you make a habit of tracing his visible scars and even though remus always stiffens up in the beginning, he always relaxes into your soft touch, so gentle and kind. He finds that because of your loving actions, the insecurity he has over his scars slowly fades away, and just when he didn’t think he could love you more! 

1K MILESTONE EVENT : CLOSED | NAVI.

[jcbbby]

If you're still doing one sentence requests....

"Are you painting, my love?"

With maybe Kit if that works? Kit is so beautiful I can't stand it

- love,

@bowersbubbles

Amethyst my love!! I'm always taking one sentence requests! :) I think they're a really useful, sort of low stakes exercise for me because they can be like just a blurb. and they're fun to do!

I love this idea. I love writing Kit. Kit Marlowe forever and ever. Kit Marlowe supremacy.

One Sentence Requests: (send me a sentence or line of dialogue and I’ll write a little something Jamie/Henry/001/Kit Marlowe-related with it)

warnings: brief mention of family member loss/grief. other than that, nothing.

-

Things had been difficult for you as of late. The news of your sister, the only family you had left, falling victim to the summer plagues a few months ago had left you in a deep depression. You seldom left the house anymore, and you hadn't touched your easel in weeks, lacking any sort of inspiration or motivation to create. Kit was supportive, though. He was there for you, knowing he was all you had now. He knew how devastating loss and depression was, and he never once made you feel guilty for grieving.

Waking up this morning, the sun was shining gloriously through the window, illuminating Kit's beautiful, perfectly sculpted face. Something inside you just knew you had to capture it. For the first time in so long, you had the desire to paint.

Gently getting out of bed, as to not wake him, you tiptoed to your easel in the corner of the room. You sat down, quietly opening your jars of paint. Smiling to yourself, you glanced again to Kit's glowing face as he slept; admiring the beauty you had the privilege of waking up to each day. Finally, you made your first brushstroke to the canvas.

After some time, you had really zoned into your creation, not noticing when Kit awoke and silently watched you, smiling to himself. He was so happy to see you were painting again. He stirred enough to draw your attention, and you looked over to see his smiling face.

"Good morning." His voice slightly raspy from sleep. "Are you painting, my love?"

You smiled shyly back, gently lowering your paintbrush. "I am."

"Oh that's wonderful, darling." He swung his legs over the edge of the bed. "May I see?" He stood to walk towards you.

"No, no! Not yet. It's not finished." You scolded, holding your hands up and out toward him.

He stopped abruptly, throwing his hands up in front of himself, nodding once. "Alright then, alright... Shall I fetch us some breakfast in the meantime whilst you finish?"

You nodded again. "Kit? Could you maybe try to find more of that strawberry jam from that older woman at the marketplace?"

"You read my mind." He smiled. "I will be back shortly, darling." He slipped out the door to the bedroom as you went back to your portrait.

A while later, your heard Kit return through the door downstairs. Sitting back, you ran your eyes intently over your canvas before letting out a content sigh, deciding that you could call your it finished. Kit knocked gently on the door, his shoes clicking against the wooden floor as he slowly entered the room. He held a plate of bread situated next to a small pot of strawberry jam, a lump of butter, and a couple plums.

"A hardworking artist needs her energy." He smiled, placing the plate on to a small table behind your easel.

"It's finished." You grinned, motioning for Kit to come around and look. He smiled wide, taking fast, short steps to come to your side. "Do you like it?" You asked.

"Oh, my love..." He bent down, wrapping his arms around you, his chin resting on your shoulder. "You've painted me like an angel. This is so beautiful."

"You are beautiful." You leaned your head against his cheek.

He smiled, snorting lightly through his nose. "I'm so happy to see you creating art again, darling."

"I am too." You craned your neck to kiss his cheek. "Now, about that strawberry jam..."

[girlwithherheadinthestars]

A Dance of Light and Dark

This was not supposed to happen. 

She adjusted her white gloves, tugging at the embroidery as she stood in the line that creeped forward slowly like a meandering river. A line of guests to a party in a mansion of gold. The line of ruffles and fancy skirts and hats ahead of her was rather like a circus performance, but she didn’t let the excess and wealth fool her; these people were the most notorious criminals in the realm. The cool night air fell over the crowd of ladies tittering behind feathered fans and lords checking their pocket watches importantly as though they were the kings of the damned kingdom. She didn’t belong, but she never did, so it didn’t matter. She was here for one purpose and one purpose only. 

The hero’s gloved hands flitted to her hat briefly to adjust it, her nerves building. She could feel sweat on her back and heat at the back of her neck. 

This was not supposed to happen. 

She was no prophet, but of this she was fairly certain. None of this was supposed to happen. There shouldn’t be so many guards at the gate, there shouldn’t be only one entrance to the hall, the line shouldn’t be so long, and, most importantly, there wasn’t supposed to be an unhealthily attractive villain out in the garden, his stance that of an otherworldly king; predatory and possessive, knowing that he was the most powerful man in the room. He had the gaze of someone who could end your life in mere moments — and enjoy it. 

A gaze that soon fell on her. 

She swallowed, trying to appear not to startled, only slightly sheepish at having been caught. His answering grin was slow, wicked. Triumphant. Not a look of recognition, but rather that look of pure male supremacy at having a female’s attention. It was disgusting. 

Coming to this party was something she couldn’t say no to; an opportunity to spy on some of the most notorious crime lords. But, as usual, her mentor, ever the cryptic dolt, failed to mention which crime lords. Failed to mention that one of them was her longtime nemesis. Because, of course, that detail shouldn’t matter. At least not to her.

But for some reason it did. 

She swallowed, steadying herself. This changed nothing. She was on the guest list under a fake name. The guards wouldn’t question her. And if they did…well…that’s what the hidden sword was for. And if he recognized her…

That’s what the hidden sword is for too.

She squeezed her hands into fists. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.

She let out a shudder. This was not supposed to happen.

As the minutes passed, she found herself at the front of the line. Gathering herself, she flicked out her white fan and began fanning herself as she walked right up to the guards. “Lady Abigail.” She said flippantly and she shoved the forged invitation at the guard, who examined it for a beat too long. “Is there a problem?” She asked dryly, snapping her fan closed to level a glare at the guards.

“Lady Abigail…didn’t you call in sick?” A guard leaned over to squint at her face.

Well, I certainly didn’t but I definitely know who did. 

The hero’s brain began racing for a solution but before she could open her mouth, she felt a presence at her back. 

“The Lady is clearly well, you buffoon.” 

His voice, low and full, made her freeze. Made shivers run up her spine, like a tickle of flames.

For no reason the hero could ever figure out for all her years of training, her enemy offered her his arm and grinned slyly. “Shall we, my darling?”

She stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. “Of course.” She said smoothly, forcing a smile as she entwined her arm with his and he led her inside. She snapped her fan open once more to conceal her face. But it was pointless; he had already recognized her.

As soon as they were within the golden walls, she hissed in between her teeth from behind the fan, “What are you doing?”

“What am I doing?” He asked with another of his trademark wicked grins. He gave acknowledging nods to some of his criminal associates as they walked past them in the hall. 

“That? Back there?” The hero ground out.

“If you’re trying to say thank you, then you’re welcome.” He replied smoothly. 

“Why did you call in saying I’m sick?” She demanded in a low whisper.

“Why do you assume it’s me?” He asked, looking at her with feigned innocence. 

She raised an eyebrow at him.

He let out a dark laugh, facing forward once more. “I needed to make sure ‘Lady Abigail’ was you.”

“No you didn’t.” She snarled.

“No I didn’t.” He agreed with a chuckle.  

“Then why? For your own amusement?”

He shrugged. “It was certainly amusing.”

“You’re a piece of shit.”

“It’s one of my defining qualities.”

“And what’s with this?” She said, nodding towards their entwined arms. 

He regarded their entwined arms for a long moment and then met her gaze. “Oh you mean this?” He leaned his head closer to her. “You’re not enjoying it, my darling?” He said, lowering his voice and whispering breathily into her ear. His mouth was so close she could feel his lips moving on the edge of her ear.

“Stop calling me that.” She growled, snapping her fan out again to hide the blush on her cheeks. These interactions they had whenever they met didn’t change the fact that their acquaintanceship would only end with one of them killing the other, as per the standard ‘hero and villain’ dynamic. 

“I’m bothering you.” He said triumphantly in a sing song voice.

“You are a bother.”

“I thought I was a piece of shit?”

“You’re both, moron.”

“Now I’m a moron? By god, you’re giving me an identity crisis.”

“Didn’t your fifty fake IDs already get you there?”

“Oh, so you counted them?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

They fell silent for a moment as they entered the main hall, the sounds of dancing and music and the smells of the food assailing them. 

“I actually would like to know.” The villain said finally. “There are many things I would like to know.” He mused, smiling slowly, contemplatively. For the first time, the hero saw an almost genuine look on the villain’s face. “I’d like to know what your favorite color is, who your friends are, what you do when you’re not ruining my business — ”

“You mean doing my job —”

“I’d like to know whether you take your coffee with milk or with sugar. If you prefer chocolate to vanilla…” He went on, looking slightly troubled and charming at the same time. The hero couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto her face. “…all questions I don’t know the answer to since our line of work doesn’t quite permit for that sort of conversation.”

“I see. Anything else you would like to know, your Grand Villain-ness?”

“Well…” He cocked his head in contemplation. “I would also like to know if you would agree to dance with me if I asked.”

She swallowed, her mouth going dry. But she managed to say in a low husky voice, “The question is, would you ask?”

“If I did, would you accept?”

“It depends on whether you would ask. There is no answer without a question.”

“Clever. Let’s see. Will you, my beautiful nemesis, give me this dance? Just one. And then we can part ways as terrible enemies and you can kick my ass till the end of the time.”

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Yes.”

His answering grin was triumphant and wolfish. “Then let’s dance, my darling.”

“I never said you could call me that.” She grumbled.

His only response was pulling her gently by the hand onto the dance floor. He brought her closer to him, making her breath catch as he lay a hand on her waist and took her gloved hand in his. Carefully, she placed her free hand on his shoulder. He smiled, genuinely this time, and so they danced. 

They moved as one; light and dark, sun and moon in one dance of music and light and thunder. The two most powerful people in the room; forces of nature in their own right. They hated and loved and fought and danced. Happy, if only for a moment. It didn’t matter that she would have to kill him later tonight. It didn’t matter that he would let her do it, if only to spare her pain.

For a moment, none of it mattered. It didn’t matter that she was a hero and he was a villain. For a moment, they weren’t a hero and a villain. They were just a boy and a girl who danced as one. Just a few whispers and touches and warm gentle caresses. Just a boy who wanted to set fire to the world and the girl he wouldn’t let the flames touch. Just a boy and a girl who were in love. 

Yes. Though they would deny it till the day they killed each other, they were in love. 

A tragedy. But isn’t everything?

[wonwoonlight]

*leans forward on the desk with hands clasped*

I'm glad you asked.

Lol so my main is Jun. Yes the adorable baby weirdo that bias-wrecked everyone in the HOT era. I love him ok. He's like a comforting reminder that letting your inner child show and being a lil quirky to the point where you're considered "different" from others is ok. 🥺🥺🥺

But I have a hella huge crush on Dino ok. Like Jun being my bias is more so an admiration for him as an idol and as a person. But for Dino I'm like...pls love me. Like his laugh is my source of life and how his passion is so evident when he's performing. Lee Chan supremacy ✨

Seungkwan. Come on. Have you seen him? I wanna squish his cheeks so bad. Mans will take care of you. Aggressively, sure. But he'll do it. Plus the TALENT AND HUMOR 💯💯💯

WONWOWOWLWOWO-

Idk my type of guys are like the more quiet and introverted ones and Wonwoo just FITS that category. And he's adorable when he starts getting more talkative and comfortable.

DK, our sunshine dearest. His IG is so full of boyfriend worthy pics and I feel so blessed. And his smile makes my day.

MINGYU!??@,@&@;@&@ (do I even need to explain)

Special mentions: Woozi (see his hair in Attacca OP2 concept), The8 (Hai Cheng.) and Joshua (PETER PAN DARLING MV HAIR-)

-🧶knitwit (this was so long I'm so sorry)

MAAM DJSNSJHSHSHS

I totally enjoyed reading this dont worry😭😭

And good point about junpi and inner child 🥺🥺 truly, sometimes I see hum be himself and im like.. yes u go junpi😭 the jun special gose is sooo good i could talk abt it all day

And yoURE SO CUTEEE i see chan as a younger brother tbh even tho he does seem to be more mature than me 🥺

AJD ME TOO ABT QUIET GUYSSSS i love wonwoo but tbh... my ideal type is seungcheol ehe 👉👈 1000% sure he would coddle me

[george-fabian-weasley]

George Weasley — Shower Buddy

Summary: You asked him to join you in a shower, and it's absolutely the best decision you ever did.

Words: 1,272 words

Warnings ⚠ : The amount of love I have for this man is HDJAJDJ, Pure Fluff, Cute af, Just makes you sit back and wonder if you'll ever have this kind of affection in your life, George Weasley Supremacy

Disclaimer: I am so helplessly in love with this man WHY IS HE NOT REAL

“George, stop,” You mumbled sleepily as George kept trailing kisses down your face. “Not until you wake up, love. It’s breakfast time.” He mumbled onto your skin and his lips slowly met the place you’re sensitive to, making you snap your eyes open and burst out a laughter.

“No, it tickles!” You squirmed under him, and George cracked a wide smile at this divine discovery. “Ah, so you’re ticklish here?” He playfully said mocking innocence as he kissed the same place over and over again, making you screaming giggles, “Ah stop!”

When he stopped, you were out of breath and you looked at him having the widest grin he had ever had. You were under him, and you just stared at him with a lingering smile, “Morning, darling.”

George’s smile softened at the tone of your voice, leaning down to touch your nose with his, “Good morning, angel.” You leaned up and kissed his lips softly, his chuckles made you chuckle as well as he kissed back. You pulled away, your head resting on the pillow again, “You know, I won’t complain if this is my view after waking up every morning.” You smiled, and he raised an eyebrow to you playfully, “Really now? Good to know actually, because this,” he gestured to himself and you giggled, “is not going away soon.”  

"Okay get up, you big puppy, I want to take a shower." You said, struggling against his body trapping you from sitting up. George laid still on top of you, popping a childish 'nope' out of him as he dug his face into the crook of your neck.

"George!" You laughed out, and he chuckled with you, kissing the skin of your neck lightly, "You're not getting away, we'll stay here until the sun sets."

Again, erupted laughter.

Suddenly an idea came to mind. You bit your bottom lip and looked down to the grown man curling on top of you.

"I wanna go shower," You said, and George shook his head again, "Nope, I told you—" "Care to join?"

There was silence. And then George looked up from your neck, heavily blushing with an excited grin on his face, "Yes please."

You shook your head in amusement at the childishness your boyfriend was giving you, it was quite adorable, you're not going to lie.

As he—finally—let you off to go to the bathroom, he followed your tail like a little duckling following its mother. When you looked at him in question, he said, "What? You're not joking about me joining you, are you?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, "Aren't you a big baby." George had this smug smirk on his face as he watched you undress, "Your big baby."

He laughed as you grimaced at the pick-up line, your face contorted into playful disgust. He then undressed, throwing off the grey singlet he had on every night as a nightwear and the black boxers as its match. Shamelessly, you were ogling the view in front of you, but there was no sexual feeling under it.

You had seen his body countless times, and he had seen yours. So it's nothing awkward.

"Liking the view too much, aren't we?" George teased and you blep-ed at him, "Nothing wrong looking at a piece of art."

As your two naked bodies hopped in the shower section of the bathroom, you giggled at the proximity, "Since when it has been so small?" You joked and George chuckled, shaking his head.

As you turn on the shower, you waited until the heat comes in, it was mid-winter and you would be shaking out of coldness if you didn't hug George a while ago.

You flinched at the cold droplets of water attacking your skin, an instant whine escaped your lips. George erupted into laughter as he watched you recoil to his side, avoiding the cold water, enjoying the adorable view.

"It's cold!" You whined, and George snaked his arms around your naked waist, pulling you close to him, "Yeah yeah, I know. Let's wait for a bit, yeah?"

You stood there back hugged by George for a moment as one of his hands left your waist to feel the temperature of the water, waiting for the heat to arrive.

When the water turned warm he let you go in first, enjoying the view of water droplets rolling down your skin. George watched with his back leaned onto the tiled wall as you let out a sigh of content at the warmth, closing your eyes simultaneously. When you opened them back, you find George staring at you contently.

George found you to be absolutely breathtaking at that moment. The way the water droplets rolled down your skin, the way they hang at the edge of your eyelashes before dropping off, the way they passed your lips slowly at the curve, the way your hair slowly flatten down to your scalp.

"George?" Your voice brought him out of his trance, you were still under the showerhead and the water was still trickling down your body. So he did what he only thought was right.

He strode forward, his big hands cupping your face and George leaned in to kiss you.

He felt the water dropping across his skin, the warmth it brought somehow maximized the jittery feeling on his stomach every time he kissed you. You kissed back—of course you did, and your hands comfortably making their way to his now wet ginger hair.

George could taste the water sneaking into your lips, yet he didn't care. When he pulled away, he was absolutely wet from the showerhead and you were speechless at how mesmerizing he is.

You held him close to you, you kissed his freckled shoulder as you did, and he hugged your waist while caressing your wet hair gently, his lips at your temple.

You were naked, but you didn't feel any sexual feeling at that moment. All that matters were the warmth from the water droplets, and the warmth inside your heart.

Your chest was pressed against his, and you could feel his heartbeat quickening. You closed your eyes in content, the silent moment was worth everything.

The only sound was the water hitting your skin softly, and your breathing.

George had never felt so relaxed before. Being in there with you at a close proximity like that without any sexual intentions was just... heavenly. He never thought he could feel more content as he did with you, but you managed to surprise him every time.

The way you managed to warm up his heart like no other was always so unbelievable to him. He placed a gentle kiss on your temple, lingering there for a moment to say everything he wanted to say to you in that kiss.

And somehow, you knew. You knew what he meant, and silently you kissed his shoulder, hoping the same message got delivered to him.

The flowers blooming inside his heart were going wild, and George didn't know if the heat on his face were due to the water or his blush, not that he minded. He let out a silent chuckle, the rumble of his chest vibrated to yours and you looked up to him.

George looked back at you and he cupped your face lovingly with one hand. A gentle smile spread across his face, and slowly a smile etched on yours as well.

"I think it's official now," George said, and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, "What's official?"

A mischievous smile sneaked onto his lips, the light in his eyes flickered nothing but mischief, "I'm your shower buddy from now on."

[shespeaksinsongs]

Dream A Little Dream Of Me | Draco x Reader

A/N: Hey, guys! This fic is a Soulmate AU. I love these kinds of fics, so I hope you enjoyed this one! Literally almost cried.

Summary: Soulmates dream of their soulmates every night, only getting to finally see them once they've fallen in love with their soulmate. After one dream and a poorly executed confession, Y/N has reason to believe that Draco Malfoy is her soulmate.

Warnings/Content: Cursing, fluff, an insinuation of sex, slight angst, mentions of pureblood supremacy, Sweet!Draco, Slytherin!Reader, Fem!Reader, Pureblood!Reader

Word count: 3.8k words

THANK YOU TO @divvision FOR THE DIVIDERS! ALL CREDITS GO TO THEM!

Draco Malfoy was the bane of Y/N's existence, and she had no problem showing it. She often cursed her blood status for making her parents force them together at such an early age. But, being a pureblood in Slytherin, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy would only see to it that his peers be intellectuals who were also pureblood and, in Slytherin, like him.

Despite her blood status often cursing her ability to be happy, she was also immensely thankful to have met her best friends. Pansy, Blaise, Theo, and Daphne were the only people who could counteract any hatred Y/N had for Draco.

"Blaise, you eat like a pig." Daphne said, watching Blaise scarf down his fourth slice of toast, his new fascination/obsession/hyper fixation for the past few weeks.

"Yeah, if you have to deep throat your food, can you at least do it in private?" Theo said, agreeing with Daphne, something he rarely does.

Blaise only rolled his eyes at this and continued his intimate moments with his toast, occasionally groaning at the suggestive comments Daphne made.

"Lovely morning to you all." Y/N sarcastically grumbled, sliding in her usual spot between Pansy and Theo.

"Likewise, Y/N." Draco winked, getting in his spot across from her, in between Blaise and Daphne.

"I know you did it, you bitch, don't act all coy now." Y/N death-stared at Draco while serving herself a sandwich and some strawberries, her favorite fruit.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, my dearest Y/N." Draco said, flashing her his signature smirk, which always worked with other girls. But, like Draco noted in their first year, "No girls are like you, you're just weird."

"Ugh, what are you arguing about this early in the morning?" Theo complained, taking a swig of his orange juice and side-eyeing Y/N to explain. It never took more than just a look from Theo for Y/N to understand what he meant. For this reason, they'd been best friends for as long as each other could remember.

"Y/N is under the impression that I've been feeding rumors to the school press about her relationship with Diggory." Draco said, serving himself breakfast.

"I'm not "under the impression," Malfoy." Y/N mocked the way the words left Draco's mouth, making it sound like she jumped to conclusions. "I know you did it. You guys were the only people I told about him."

"Yeah, Draco, that's something you'd do for sure." Pansy said, leaning across the table to wipe away some cream from a cinnamon roll that had dribbled down Daphne's chin. Y/N smiled triumphantly at Pansy's support, calming her nerves a bit.

"Thank you, darling." Daphne whispered before continuing. "Whether or not he did it," Daphne looked at Draco suspiciously, "it's unwise to accuse someone without evidence. So what makes you think that he did it?"

Y/N always had concrete evidence before making a fuss of anything. She couldn't bear the embarrassment of being wrong about someone. At the excitement of catching Draco, she smiled slyly and began to state her case. "Well, for one, haven't you noticed that Malfoy over here hasn't ever been too fond of Diggory? And it got even worse when we started dating. Now that we're not together anymore, there have been rumors circulating about us being exes with benefits. For the Hallow's Eve ball last year before we were together, Malfoy stated, and I quote, "Why are you talking to me? Go fuck your little boyfriend." after I asked him to scoot over so I could get a drink."

"Okay. Is that it?" Pansy asked, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder to calm her down, despite knowing that this was not, in fact, it.

"Not quite." Y/N glared at Draco, who was now not even touching his food. "Yesterday, while we were doing patrols, Draco took the night off and asked, no, told me to log in my observations for him. He said he wasn't feeling well, but when I got near the Ravenclaw Tower, he was talking to none other than Colin Creevey," top-tier gossiper who was now editor of the school newspaper, "about Cedric and me. Unfortunately, I didn't get there early enough to catch the whole conversation. Still, I saw Draco slip him ten galleons before walking back to the common room."

"Oh, piss off. That is not what-" Draco cut off before being cut off himself, by Dumbledore making an announcement.

"Attention, all students." Professor Dumbledore boomed, "It has come to my attention that some of you have been using the dream control spell, Somnium Imperium, to trick others into thinking they have found their soulmate. As someone who has had the pleasure of loving and having their soulmate, this is something beyond words. Naturally, the staff or I will not tolerate such acts, and I hope I am well-understood. If you are caught doing this, your punishments will be discussed with your Head of House. You may head on to your classes now." From the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Blaise point at her and mouth something to Draco before turning back.

"Merlin, that's horrible." Y/N said, getting up to walk with Theo to the group's first class of the day, Divination.

"Do you think you're getting any closer to him?" Theo asked.

"If anything, we're drifting apart. I remember how vivid my dreams of him used to be when I was little, but he's getting foggier and foggier the more I dream about him. I wish I knew who he was. You know, my uncle has a friend who didn't find his soulmate until his dying moment. It was his nurse." Y/N lamented, furrowing her eyebrows.

"You'll find him, Y/N." Daphne mused, removing Theo's arm hanging over her shoulder and replacing it with her own.

"Yeah, and besides," Pansy smirked, coming up behind the three, "there's always Malfoy. Then we'd all be couples."

The thought was unthinkable for Y/N, but for some reason, it made her hysterical to think about the two together. She burst into a fit of laughter, unable to contain herself any longer at the mere mention of Draco and her together.

"Still laughing at me?" Blaise asked, squeezing his head in between Theo and Y/N to make room to hold Theo's hand.

"Blaise, baby, not everything is about you. I hope you realize that." Theo responded, pressing a kiss to Blaise's knuckles, smiling gently. Blaise rolled his eyes at his soulmate before smiling sweetly back.

The lot headed towards first period, missing Draco by a hair. He'd stayed behind to "discuss something with Dumbledore," according to Blaise.

That night, Y/N dreamt another dream of her soulmate, dreading every minute of it.

"I know who you are, Y/N. And it pains me that you don't realize it." Her soulmate whispered to her. This time, the dream was far from a nightmare, as the past few months had been. Instead, they were in a beautiful field of tulips, sitting on a dark green velvet loveseat. As always, he was nothing but a blurb of light, almost impossible to look at without squinting your eyes.

"Why can't you just tell me who you are?" Y/N asked before his vision disappeared, along with Y/N's hope.

She awoke, sweating and panicked about yet another encounter with her soulmate. This time she had some clues. She quickly grabbed a quill and pot of ink and paper that was conveniently resting on her bedside table and scrambled downstairs quietly, as not to wake her Pansy and Daphne, her dormmates.

As she entered the common room, Y/N decided to sit next to the fireplace, her usual spot with friends. "What are you doing up at this time?" Draco asked, sprawled on the couch, making Y/N jump. He seemed as though he had just woken up from a nap. Y/N glanced up, not having seen him, and swallowed the screaming urge to flip him off. He was producing small strings of light from his wand, waving them around the room, outlining the fire burning in the hearth in front of him.

"Uh, I dreamt of my soulmate just now, and I've been having nightmares about him for months. I finally talked to him tonight." Y/N explained quickly, scrabbling all the details she could still remember of her dream. She stopped for a moment, desperately trying to remember the sound of his voice, but it was no use. The stupid spell responsible for this entire soulmate fiasco made it so that his voice was distorted until Y/N found him.

"Oh." Draco said more to himself than to Y/N, based on his volume. "What did he say to you?"

Taken aback by Draco's sudden mood swing, usually the first to start up an argument with Y/N, she began to speak. "First, you sell false information about my personal life, and now you want to know what I dream about?" Y/N asked, confused, more than anything.

"Y/N, it's not what you think happened-"

"I know who you are, Draco." Y/N said, grabbing her things to go back upstairs.

"Yeah, well, I know who you are, Y/N. And it pains me that you don't realize it." Draco said, making Y/N stop in her tracks, her back still faced to him.

Without a word, Y/N frowned to herself and continued walking back to her dorm, at a loss for words.

"No, this time was different. I dreamt of him this time." Y/N said, making her way across her favorite teacher's classroom.

"Well, what was in the dream, my dear?" Professor Trelawney, also known as Y/N's confidant for all secrets, held Y/N's hands intently to show her she was listening.

"We were in a field of tulips, yellow tulips. We sat together on a dark green velvet couch. I couldn't get anything from his voice, nothing about appearance, but he seems to be taller than me, although I don't know if that's the spell's doing, trying to throw me off. When I asked him why he couldn't tell me who he was, the dream ended, and he disappeared." Y/N said sadly, shaking it off when she remembered she'd get to see him again that night.

"Ah, this is interesting." Sybill said, scratching her head, showing she was confused. "Well, he could be in Slytherin." She said, looking over to Y/N for her reaction. "You mentioned a green velvet couch, correct?" Y/N only nodded, curious for what else she could help her within figuring out her soulmate. "He could've chosen that couch because it's the color that he's most familiar with. Why not blue, why not purple?" Y/N was curious to know if Sybill's theory was accurate but didn't open her mouth to speak, knowing she'd be interrupting a brainstorm. "Do you know anyone who likes tulips? Yellow tulips, for that matter? When I found my soulmate, each and every detail in my dreams prior made all sense. The details in these dreams are the most important."

"I've only ever personally seen yellow tulips in Narcissa Malfoy's garden." Y/N muttered, realizing what she'd just said but shaking her head profusely before her teacher had the chance to say anything. "Other than that, I don't know anyone who specifically likes tulips or yellow tulips."

"Think about that, my dear." Sybill said lovingly before ushering Y/N out of her classroom so she could get to my first period on time.

"Good morning, class! How did you all sleep?" Professor Slughorn energetically asked as he did every class, only to receive a collectively tired "good."

"Do you think he'll ever stop asking?" Draco asked Blaise, who was in front of him. He didn't look at Y/N, who was seated next to him by lousy fate.

"Definitely not." Theo replied, holding Blaise's hand under the table, earning a skittish gawk from Blaise when his soulmate looked away.

"He's just trying to be nice." Y/N reasoned, also slightly annoyed by Slughorn's upbeat personality so early in the morning.

"What's got you at his defense?" Draco asked, grimacing at Y/N.

"Nothing, I just... had a good dream." Y/N smiled to herself, which earnt something she couldn't decipher in Draco - a smile back. It wasn't a sarcastic smile. It wasn't his usual toothy grin. It was a simple smile. But, then, as quick as it came, it was gone.

"Amazing! Today, we'll be learning how to brew Amortentia, a powerful love potion that, when not used with caution, can be damned. When brewed correctly, it smells like what attracts the smeller. When drunken, it can cause a powerful obsession with the giver of the potion." At this, across the room, Y/N could've sworn she saw Harry wink at Cho, Cedric's new girlfriend.

He's lucky Cedric isn't here to see that. Y/N thought to herself, recalling his possessiveness when they were together. It was one of the reasons she broke up with him. She thought about warning Cho, but she had to move on and came to the conclusion that Cho would soon find out about Cedric's true personality on her own.

"To avoid classroom traffic, you will not be able to choose partners today." Slughorn said, forcing a frown. This short announcement earned multiple disappointed groans from the class, most only planning on brewing drama instead of Amortentia. "You'll be working with the person next to you." And with two claps of Slughorn's hands, all the ingredients magically appeared on the desks.

Draco wasted no time in grabbing the ingredients needed for the potion, giving Y/N mundane tasks to do like slice and dice.

"Could you at least let me participate?" Y/N complained, wanting to have control over the project.

"No, you cut. I'll make sure everything is in order. I can't risk you messing anything up."

Absolute bitch. Y/N thought, almost laughing at the fact that she'd even considered Draco to be her soulmate.

The pair continued making their potion in silence, only talking when asking the other to pass an ingredient.

"Well, you two seem to be getting along swimmingly." Theo joked, backing off when Y/N frowned at him, motioning him to turn back around and help his partner.

"Done!" Draco said a bit loudly for Slughorn to hear, which caused Y/N to want to slap him, knowing what Slughorn would ask of them.

"Spectacular! Do you mind if I take a look?" Professor Slughorn asked, making his way over to Y/N and Draco.

"Not at all." Draco smiled at Y/N. For some reason, Y/N couldn't help but smile back.

"Amazing. Fantastic job, you two. Excuse me, class! Drop all your ingredients and listen. Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Malfoy are going to say what their Amortentia smells of. Oh, this is so exciting! As always, women first." Professor Slughorn said, smiling at Y/N, who now looked as if she was about to faint.

"Uh, okay." Y/N dared to take a step closer to the cauldron to smell the potion, but it was useless - she could smell it from across a Quidditch field.

"So?" Blaise pressed on, anxious.

"Sh, give her some time, Mr. Zabini." Slughorn said, which earnt snickers from the other Slytherins.

Apples, the green kind, a flower field, expensive cologne, and a burning fire - that's what Y/N smelled. Fuck. Y/N thought, knowing immediately whose scent it was.

Mentally kicking herself in the shins, she stupidly answered, "I don't smell anything." If you knew anything about Y/N, you'd see why this was a stupid answer. She could lie to everyone quite effectively, but people close to her knew that her nose twitched somewhat when she lied, reminiscent of Pinnochio. At this thought, Theo brushed his nose teasingly at Y/N, Blaise scrunching his up.

"Are you sure, Ms. Y/L/N?" Slughorn asked, smiling and raising his eyebrows.

Y/N only nodded and slid the cauldron to Draco, only looking him in the eyes to feebly whisper, "Your turn."

"Mr. Malfoy, what do you smell?" Slughorn asked, but it seemed Draco couldn't focus on anything but the smell that was now clouding his nostrils. It was so powerful that it barely left any room for his other senses to be of service.

Moments of silence in the classroom went by, just like when it was Y/N's turn. All the girls and boys seemed to inch closer to where Draco was standing, either to get a whiff of the potion for themselves or to hear Draco's response better.

"I smell..." Y/N almost shoved Draco's face into the cauldron to force his sentence out of him because of how anxious he was making her. "Merlin, Y/N, could you back up? You're the only thing I can smell." Draco said rudely. Gasps spread throughout the room as Y/N's eyes widened so much, she thought her eyes would fall out. Draco, still not having realized what he said, continued. "I smell books, lavender, and strawberries."

Y/N and Theo shared a half-panicked look, which Draco quickly noticed, having his eyes already glued on Y/N. "What, what is-" Draco asked before realizing all he said. Slughorn looked at Draco knowingly and smirked at Y/N, which she immediately dismissed, feeling awkward by the current situation. "I- I have to go." Draco somehow managed to spill out, almost sprinting out of the makeshift laboratory.

The entire class burst into laughter as soon as he left, not even challenging mocking him while Draco was still in the room.

There were no more than five times that Y/N did something without thinking, and this occasion was added to the list. Ignoring the comments her peers were making, she ran and ran until she couldn't anymore. Knowing where Draco had gone, she began her trudge up the Astronomy Tower.

Eventually, her heavy steps and slowed pace had finally come to a stop when she was met with Draco's back, staring out onto the lakeside beside Hogwarts.

"Draco?" Y/N managed to say, silently asking for permission to close the feet between them and stand close to him once again, inhaling the same scent she had taken in in the classroom.

"Y/N." Draco cleared his throat, which sounded dry. "I didn't want you to find out like this." Draco said quietly and sadly, looking over at Y/N only once.

"How did you want me to find out?" Y/N smiled softly, walking over to the railing and placing her hand on his, admiring both views.

Draco laughed to himself, but it was more in a self-deprecating way rather than comical. "I had this complete surprise laid out for next month on Valentine's Day. I even wrote to my mom for help."

"Well, Draco, that's too bad," His face lit up when she called him by his first name but promptly lost the light out of fear of rejection. "I like this way much better."

In an instant, almost as if she needed it, she turned Draco's face to hers, quickly kissing him as if her life depended on it. In a way, it did. As much as she'd worried about being successful and having a family of her own, she'd worried if she'd ever meet her soulmate way more. His hands found her hair and her hands, his jawline as they kissed in sync. It was like an entire conversation in one kiss. Y/N quickly found that Draco needed her just as much as she needed him and pulled him as close as their bodies would allow, without making Draco claustrophobic.

After a while, Y/N had to begrudgingly pull away from him, internally cursing whoever invented the idea of lungs and air supply.

"You didn't really sell information about me to Colin, did you?" Y/N asked, guilt settling in her words.

"No, but I understand why you thought so. I've been horrible to you." Y/N only shook her head at this, as if to say she forgave him. "Colin found out that I liked you because I'd left a note saying so in front of his dorm on accident. I was planning on telling you that day, but the note slipped out of my pocket and ended up in the wrong place. Then you were upset with me, so I figured explaining and confessing my feelings then wouldn't be a good time. He threatened to start rumors about you and," his fists clenched, but then quickly unclenched, once he remembered what he'd just done with Y/N, "Diggory. So I paid him the ten galleons to keep his mouth shut." Draco's chest was still heaving in between his words, trying to catch his breath.

"I'm so sorry, Draco." Y/N couldn't help but feel her face heat up and tears form at her waterline. She couldn't have been more wrong about Draco.

"All is forgiven." Draco peered down at Y/N adoringly. "I reckon you smelled me in your Amortentia, then? Your nose twitched." Draco laughed sweetly.

"You would be right." Y/N smiled brightly, returning the arms Draco had on her waist by placing hers around his neck.

"When did you realize?" Draco asked curiously.

"Realize what?" Y/N smiled.

"That I'm your soulmate." Draco finished, smiling as if he couldn't be more proud to call her 'his.'

"Well, I haven't realized that yet." Y/N laughed, embarrassed at her own daftness, sometimes. "Enjoy having dreams of me?" Y/N asked, only half-joking.

"I miss them too much." Draco said, love coating his throat that wasn't so dry anymore. Draco was beyond elated when he figured out that Y/N was his soulmate. He almost ran to her and told her right there, but they were on summer holidays, miles apart, something that ached Draco's heart. Seeing her again, in real life, was a more than sufficient replacement for the lovely dreams he had about her each night. His last dream was a tearful goodbye with Y/N that consisted of holding him close and telling him that she'd join him soon, apologizing for being so oblivious. With that, Y/N disappeared as a brilliant white light, just as Draco had for Y/N.

"That's okay," Y/N said, cupping his cheek. "I'll make the rest of this life with you a dream, too." Draco smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her nose, pulling away from her to look into her eyes once more, as if it'd be the last time. "I love you. I'm sorry it took me so long to say it. Saying you hate someone is much easier than admitting you love them." Y/N expressed guiltily.

"There's a thin line between love and hate." Draco smiled. "Don't be sorry. I know the feeling all too well, my love." Draco kissed her again, and this time, he finally felt lucid.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[dabiscrispypp]

Good Boy.

Diluc x femme reader

(Art cred: missaturn_)

I believe heavily in switch Diluc supremacy, this man is TOUCH STARVED and you know it. Subby Diluc fucks you in his office at dawn winery after being to embarrassed to admit he’s horny for you.

Cw: sub diluc, top reader, fairly vanilla as far as actual content goes, praise kink, fucking on a desk, oral (giving and receiving), cervix fucking, semi public, walked in on by a maid at one point.

It had been a while since Diluc was this fucking horny, pants straining from how long he had denied himself relief. He would never admit his desperation to you, hell the man could hardly look you in the eyes, doing what he could to avoid you at all costs, afraid you would be to perceptive of the crimson blush painting his cheeks. You always were far too perceptive of these types of things, which is why when you finally found him you could tell almost immediately. “Diluc there you are” you smile warmly as you step into his office “I’ve been trying to find you everywhere. Everyone was telling me you would be at the tavern… you wouldn’t happen to be avoiding me would you?” You lean over his desk, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look at you. “No of course not, just been doing work here…” he tries to play it cool but the blush on his cheeks is telling a different story and you can tell immediately. He wasn’t as good at hiding it as he thought, falling into the same pattern of avoiding you in embarrassment and then growing desperate for you when you finally find him, crimson cheeks giving him away every single time. “Hmmm are you sure about that?” You lean down, giving him a nice show of your cleavage as you do. “you’re blushing darling.” You whisper breathily in his ear, teasing him. “Well it’s hard not to blush with a pretty girl so shamelessly showing me her tits.” He grumbles embarrassed. “Says the boy who can’t even face me himself when he want to get his dick wet. God I bet you’ve been thinking about bending me over and fucking me right on this desk the entire time you’ve been here. You squeeze his cheeks and grin, dirty talk rolling off of your tongue so easily when it’s him you’re talking to.

You chuckle and tuck his hair behind his ear before circling the desk, pulling out his chair slightly, pushing one of your knees in between his thighs and brushing up against him ever so slightly. “Oh baby you’re so hard already. You’re lucky I found you when I did. You would have waited for me right? Or would you have neglected my needs and jacked off right in here like the fucking coward you really are. I bet that’s the real reason you keep a picture of me in here, to needy to even wait to get home to cum…” You lean down to kiss him, a groan escaping his throat as you push slightly harder against him with your knee. “Why don’t you let me help you with that… sir.” You start unbuckling his pants with ease reaching down, to palm him through his underwear, kissing his neck and leaving hickies. He groans and nearly whimpers as you shove your hands down his boxers, giving him a handjob. “Naughty boy…” you chuckle “what if someone were to walk in? One of the maids perhaps… or even Kaeya? Wouldn’t want your brother knowing how desperate you are for me.” With that he snaps pulling his pants down just enough to pull himself out and pushing you to your knees. “Ah ah ah… I’m the one in charge here today… use your words. Or I’ll have to go take care of myself and leave you here with nothing but your hands.” His hand tightens on your hair, but he doesn’t dare disobey you while your in charge like this or you might leave him like this, not letting him cum until he has the balls to come to you next time.

“Please… I need you…” “you need me to what?” “Please… fucking suck my dick already, you know what I want.” you smile “good boy.” You raise his dick to your lips, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking it into your mouth. You hum as you bob up and down on him underneath the desk causing him to groan and grip the desk just to ground himself “Fuck… so good…” you grip his thigh and go deeper until he’s practically settled in your throat, nose touching his skin as you gag on him. You hear a knock on the door and you push him down on his chair, hiding what your doing to him from the maid that walks in. “H-how can I help you?” She starts talking to him about all of the housework that’s been done for the day asking if it’s okay to go home a bit early. “Y- yeah… go ahead.” He nods his head, clutching onto the chair as you bob your head up and down on his dick, looking up at him trying to keep his composure as you do so. As soon as the door shuts he loses all composure, whimpering as you take all of him again. “Fuck how are you always so damn good at this…” he grips your hair, cumming down your throat before pulling away. You take a moment to catch your breath “we’ve had quite a bit of practice by now… always takes a bit to get used to it though.” He looks away apologetically, you were right, he was big and he knows it. He steps toward you, picking you up and setting you down on his desk, reaching under your skirt and practically tearing your panties off. “Your turn.” He pushes up your skirt and leans down, pressing warm kisses into your thighs before his tongue circles your clit. You let out a sigh as he continues to pleasure you, sliding in a finger causing you to grip onto his hair. “Fuck… doing so good for me…” you say breathlessly as he adds another finger, scissoring them in and out of you. “Diluc!” You lean back on your hands, accidentally knocking some papers onto the floor, to lost in the pleasure to care. He curls his finger causing you to squeal and arch your back “baby I’m so close… don’t you dare stop until I cum.” He crosses his fingers inside of you and presses lightly on your stomach causing you to clamp down on his fingers as you cum. “Fuck! Such a good boy… So good for me baby…” your legs shake lightly as he pulls out his fingers, reaching up to taste them. “God your such a whore letting me suck you off while one of your innocent maids is trying to talk to you about work.”

“Please…” he groans and presses his dick to you, hard again. “Use your words big boy…” he grips your hips lightly “please… I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you. I want to fuck you, god please I’ll come to you next time i swear, just quit torturing me like you do and let me cum again.” You stroke his hair lightly “go ahead pretty boy.” He pulls you forward, lining himself up to you and pushing himself in slowly, groaning and gripping onto your hips like a vice. “Fuck… so good…” once he’s bottomed out in you he starts picking up the pace rutting into you desperately, paying no attention to the sound of the desk grinding against the floor. You’re pretty sure every single person at dawn winery could here you two right now but god it feels too good to care. Besides what are they gonna do? Fire their own boss? Soon he’s slamming against your cervix until you’re a babbling mess saying how good it feels and moaning out his name. “Fuck so close!” You grip the desk and wrap your legs around him tightly as you clamp down on him for the second time. It doesn’t take long for him to follow pulling out quickly and cumming all over your thighs, the desk, and your skirt, panting as he plops back down in his chair, pulling himself back into his pants. You pull your skirt down and pick your panties up from the floor, shoving them in his pocket “next time you start avoiding me cause you’re too much of a coward to bend me over the desk and fuck me yourself remember this. Now… you’ve got a mess to clean up.” You grin and press a kiss to his lips before walking out, going to get yourself cleaned up in one of the bathrooms upstairs.

[wandawxdow]

A Kidnapped Soulmate Part 9

Unsurprisingly, Little Palace’s garden was just as extravagant as the interior. Perfectly cared for, the landscape was a blend of various shades and hues bound to inspire even the most uninspired. You stuck to the gravelled path that wove around the expanse and wandered, thorough to absorb the sight.

Aleksander had woken and rushed off as breakfast was delivered, leaving you with only a few gentle kisses and soft-spoken words. Alone and with little time to admire the grounds the day before, you chose to venture out.

Nobody had stopped or even glanced at you as you purposely exited the castle. As such, they missed the slight limp you'd developed from the night earlier.

Since arriving at Little Palace days ago, you'd spent your days inside. So, the sunshine upon your face was much needed and missed, warming your body and providing a rosy flush to your cheeks.

You walked throughout the gardens for what seemed like hours, admiring the manicured sight and occasionally stopping to smell a flower. Throughout your stroll, you collected a variety of them, intending to place them on the small table by your bedside. Though the dark palette of the shared bedroom was pleasing, some colour is never unwelcome in a space.

A twinge in your feet led you over to one of the placed marble chairs scattered throughout the garden. Sitting down sent a wave of relief through your body, and you placed the bouquet down at your side for safekeeping.

You stretched your legs out in front of you, leaning back on your hands and basking in the warmth.

It was hard to believe that your life had completely changed within the last few weeks. Until leaving, you'd never realised how isolated and sheltered your life was. But Aleksander and his Grisha had opened your eyes to a new world. One that is free and exhilarating because of the people, experiences and sense of family. Not due to riches and wealth as was valued in your hometown.

Confused, your eyes peak open at the sound of a commotion. With furrowed brows, you looked around your surroundings, finally locating the noise to the main doors to the Palace. From your seat, you craned to listen, vaguely picking up on a conversation.

“Where is-” “I don't care, ” “find her.”

You stood after a few moments, raising yourself on your toes to see over the trimmed hedges. From there, you matched the familiar voice to a face, Aleksander’s one. He stood at the doors, visually upset and angry. His hands were clenched into fists at his side as he stared daggers at the guards stationed in front of him.

You hovered uncertainly, debating whether or not to approach him and the other two men. Was he looking for you? If not, could you help him find whoever he sought? Or even calm him down before he restored to throttling some poor person?

You took a few steps in his direction, moving away from the hedge that obscured you. You struggled not to jump as Aleksander’s head swerved in your direction. How he knew you were there, you didn't know.

An expression of relief coated his face before something stonier took over. Ditching the men he was conversing with, Aleksander stalked over to you. Confused, you noticed his tense shoulders and darting eyes.

Finally reaching you, Aleksander halted and spoke, “Where have you been?”

His voice was deep, a twinge of something dark within it. His chest rose and fell with laboured breathing, and his jaw clenched.

“I've been here, ” you explained, still deeply confused. Had something happened whilst you were away?

“You can't just-”

Alexander cut himself off as his hand ran through his dark locks. The situation clicked in your mind then; He was worried about where you'd gone as you weren't where you left him.

A bubble of annoyance rose to the surface at the revelation. You'd been independent your entire life, and now your soulmate didn't trust that; Didn't trust you to even take a walk. He said that you ‘can’t.’

“What?” you retorted, “Leave the bedroom?”

You'd seen too many women in your village succumb to the life of a housewife, confined to the house and the children they’d too often been forced to have. You'd always vowed to never be a woman who waits at home for her man to return home. And in your eyes, that’s who Aleksander implied he wanted you to be.

Aleksander’s senses seemed to return to him, his shoulders relaxing, and a look of understanding passing across his face. “Darling, no, ” he expressed, hands reaching out to grasp your own.

He looked desperate at that moment, the most upset you'd ever seen him in the few weeks since you'd met. His hands clenched your own tightly though you still felt the dulled shaking of them.

“I just - I didn't know where you went, ” he reasoned.

“After last night, I - I thought maybe you'd just had enough of me - of us.”

His broken tone broke through your hard resolve and dissolved your lingering anger. “It's alright, ” you spoke out, feelings your eyes well with tears. How could he think that you’d ever have ‘enough’ of him?

You pulled him into a hug and felt his warmth wrap around you. “It’s not, ” he mumbled into your hair, “I’m sorry.”

You nodded, and he pulled away to compose himself. His eyes closed for a moment before his hand once again reach out to hold your own. You directed a small smile to him and prompted him to follow as the two of you slowly walked back towards to doors.

Standing in front of the large doors, you turned to him once again. “Aleks, I need you to know that I have my own life. I need something to do with my days that isn't just sitting in our room.”

“I know, ” he admitted, “and I’ll be better. I promise.”

He was sincere, that you were sure of. “Thank you, ” you smiled.

He replicated your smile before leaning down to playfully whisper in your ear, “Now, how would you feel about attending a ball tonight?”

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[siriusmydeer]

hii um can i request james potter smut headcannon or blurb thank youu

he likes to be choked

james potter x fem!reader

summary: you give james a new fantasy while in bed.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: SWITCH JAMES POTTER SUPREMACY, SIZE KINK!, mostly sub!james, a tad dom!reader, swearing, mentioned belly bulge kink, blindfolds, choking, male receiving oral, smutty but no penetration

“hey, hey, what’s the rush love?” he rasped delicately into your ear. both of his calloused hands gripping at the small of your back.

even when your were straddling the bespectacled boy, he was still so much bigger than you. you struggled to even hold your self up on his muscular thighs. his whole upper torso towering over your small figure.

both of your tops previously discarded on the floor of the room of requirement, a large four poster king bed on the left side of the room; with a fireplace providing light and heat directly into the room directly behind you. and a couch with a small table closer on the right of the room.

but the only thoughts running through your mind was how small you felt to his large figure. being a seeker on the gryffindor quidditch team required a lot of training and building muscle, and he had all of it.

he loved how he could just toss you onto the bed without difficulty, how he could pick you up and bring you anywhere because you’re size was no match to his, how he could just pin your figure against the lockers in the quidditch locker room and fuck the life out of you till his imprint was showing through your belly.

your hands braced his thick shoulders, leaning up towards his ear you whispered to him. “i want to try something... new.” a smirk gracing the depths of your lips. a look of confused scorned across his face but alas, he agreed. you made your way, hovering your torso of his lap and picking up something off the ground; your... tie?

“and what are you going to do what that?” his voice, hoarse and sexy but a confused tone lingered.

“how about i show you?” you challenged, raising a brow. you and james had previously talked months ago about what your boundaries were for your sex life.... he always said he wanted to be blind folded once or twice, and you wanted to use that to your advantage.

he nodded, his eyebrows furrowed as you leaned up onto the fronts of your caves and covered his saphire irises with your tie. his hands made a firm grip on your waist, you emitted a small giggle while slowly pushing him back against the plush of the comforter.

“shh darling, relax.” you whispered into his ear, kissing it in your wake. you kissed down his chest; slowly, you were teasing and he was letting you get away with it.

at first it was little shades of red splotches, as you progressed down his clenched torso your marks got darker and darker. your nose came in contact with his happy trail, kissing down till your lips almost made contact with the metal button of his dark blue jeans.

your hands smoothed up his thighs, they clenched at the sudden touch. your hands looking so small compared to them. you slowly unravelled the button, and undid the zipper. soon enough your hands were travelling the pants from his thighs, to his calves and pooling at his feet. you fit yourself in the space between his legs, he could cage you between his legs if he wanted too. your face soon enough coming close to his clothed cock. his hardening erection being clearer and clearer the more contact your hands made with his thighs.

you kissed right above the hem of his boxers, pulling them down, slowly, leaving kisses as your progressed down.

“lift up f’me.” you mumbled, his hips immediately rising as your grasped his boxers between your nimble fingers and dragged his boxers towards his feet, making your way back in between his legs.

you’re finger nails dragging up his thigh to the base of his dick. you could hear the hitch in his throat, and the small gasp emitted from his lips when your warm spit coated his tip.

you dragged your hand up and down the base of his cock and your tongue licking a stripe from his the bottom to the top of his cock, your tongue circling the tip. you took a breath of air before wrapping your lips around his girth and slightly hollowing your cheeks.

“ahh fuck- y/n.” he groaned from his throat, his hand immediately gripping the nape of your hair. you took your mouth off of him, “hey- no touching.” you demanded, going back to hollowing your cheeks and sucking with your tongue going lower to his public bone.

he quickly took his hand away from you gripping the bed sheets beside him, wriggling his hips a bit. you tried to avoid your gag reflex, and breathing as much as you could through your nose and you moved your lips around his cock, your hands still maintaining contact pulsing what your couldnt fit into your mouth.

as you continued to a faster pace, his moans grew louder, his breathing deep and heavy. his lower torso muscles were clenching and pulsing in pleasure.

“y/n, please. let me- can i... fuck.” he whimpered your name, his submissive side showing through his actions of asking for permission, so so obedient.

but you weren’t about to let him get away that easily. you took your lips off his girth, his cock layered in your spit and precum dribbling from the tip.

he hissed as your mouth was no longer on him, and the cool air had a sensitive effect on him.

“jamie, darling. c’mon now you know better, use your words.” you taunted.

“mhm.., y/n please.” he plead to you, but it wasn’t enough. if he wanted to finish he had to use his words and ask nicely.

“tsk, tsk. if you’re going to be naughty, and not use your words then the answer is no.” your stroked him as your spoke, denying him. as you denied his request his pleading only continued.

“let me cum, please y/n let me cum down your throat.” he fretted, his body quivering and impatiently waiting for your mouth back on his cock. his tip red and swollen, begging for a release.

“hmm, my darling boy. do you think you deserve it?” tantalizing him, you wanted to see how far he would go, see how much he would beg you before he wanted to take the control again.

“yes! yes- please, i-i’ve been good. please y/n you know i’ve been good!” he was basically yelled at you, telling you how good he was.

“cum for me james.” you let him off easy, and couldve edged him on but you were feeling nice; and with that, your mouth almost torturing his swelled tip, flicking your tongue around it.

you took a final breath and pushed down fully; hollowing your cheeks and moving up and down.

tears welled up, as you tried breathing through your nose and a sequence of stars flashed james vision and you felt his cum shoot white ribbons down your throat. you hand was moving up and down milking out his orgasam.

his thighs were quivering, hands almost ripping the bed sheets below him and his jaw was tight a clenched while groaning. finishing his orgasam, when your brought your mouth off of him he brought his hand ripping the tie off of his eyes, and quickly grabbing you to straddle his lap again.

without thinking, your nimble fingers grasped his throat and his adam’s apple bobbing in your palm. “hey, hey, what’s the rush love?” your derisive tone clear in the room, mocking him from his previous statement earlier.

at first he was confused, your hand around his throat? normally the situation had been reversed. at first it felt really really odd, but then it was like a switch. and it felt really really fucking good.

he wanted you to grasp it harder, and there was a clear look of desperation pouting at you through this sapphire eyes. he never moved your hand, or made any noises of discomfort so you squeezed the sides of his neck harder.

a long groan bubbled from his throat, he threw his head back a bit but his attention brought him back to the present moment and you grasped harder pulling his face closer to yours.

“c’mon jamie, i told you. speak when your spoken too.” your tone firm, an eyebrow raised.

he sent a small eager nod to you before speaking.

“m’sorry...” his eyes facing the bottom for your torso, where his eyes were in direct contact of your kilt.

he was speaking to you almost embarrassed, like he had been caught sneaking cookies before dinner.

you grasped his jaw firm between your hand, squishing his cheeks and forcing his vision into your irises. “s’alright, yeah? jus’wanna hear your pretty voice.” you whispered to him.

you looked in his eyes for a few seconds before a new look plastered his face, almost indescribable. and his eyes showing a flip change in his head.

his calloused hands dug into your side flipping you onto the bed, and just like that you were under his control underneath him.

your figure was no match to his and if he wanted to something, he got it.

you were bewildered at the sudden action, but when you were having your nights together no matter what he never left you unsatisfied.

hovering over your body, as his fingers snapped your underwear against your hip. you squirmed while he went a few millimeters from your ear; the boy who had been completely subbing for you about to completely dominate you.

“yeah angel, but i suppose i wanna hear your pretty voice. m’sorry not your voice- i wanna hear those pretty noises you make f’me.”

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Pumpkin- Fred Weasley

We're heavy liftin' but we're feelin' fine We think it's funny when we look at the time I know co-dependency has dragged me out But I really don't think that's what this is about

The group of sixth year Gryffindor students sit around under a tree by the black lake waiting for the arrival of their friend. Y/N Malfoy was quite similar to her family in most ways, ambitious, cunning, loyal and scheming, admittedly also a little bitchy with a flare for the dramatic. The difference being important though, she used all of these skills for good. Surrounding herself in a group of Gryffindor's despite being Slytherin simply because they made her laugh, she had never cared over blood or house supremacy and it drove her father mad, her mother to worry constantly and her younger brother to quietly admire her, although he'd be caught dead before saying it.

"Here she is," Lee grins widely watching the girl approach

"You're late," Fred comments, a smirk on his face and teasing lilt to his voice

"Can it Pumpkin,"

"Okay that joke has never and will never be funny," He groans as she drops to the ground next to her friends, fanning her face from the summer heat as she lays in the warmth, her shorts and top showing more skin than her family would approve of.

"Whatever you say Pumpkin," She grins, reaching her hand up to pat Fred's cheek as he leans his back against the tree.

"Why are you late?" Angelina questions, her head in her boyfriends lap. She laughs loudly when the girl says nothing simply smirks.

"Seriously? Again?" Alicia questions, laughter in her voice

"Wait! What don't we know?" Fred pouts dramatically, pushing himself up from the tree. His feelings for the girl glaring brightly. He may as well have a bright flashing sign pointing to him that says he's head over heels for his best friend who doesn't believe in love.

"There's no we. Just you I'm afraid," Lee smirks, Fred's heart sinks a little when he notices his twin brother sympathetic smile.

"Our little golden child-" Angelina starts

"She has never been a golden child," Lee interrupts

"Shut up. Our little golden child has been sleeping with Adrian Pucey," Angelina grins.

Fred feels his heart drop to his feet. Splintering into 1000 pieces.

"Merlin, your parents would approve," he comments, feeling the eyes on him waiting for a response

"They won't need to. It's just casual sex," she shrugs. She isn't sure why she feels such an urgency to make sure Fred knows it's not serious. Sure, he flirts with her but she always kind of assumed it was a joke, so of course it wasn't the guilt making her want to scream at him that she was still single. It wasn't feelings either. There's no point in feelings.

"I wish I could do that," Alicia sighs wistfully, Fred glad the attention is off him "Just have casual sex, flings that mean nothing. I get so attached so quickly," she rambles before turning her head to face her friend, who is eyeing Fred with suspicion, trying to work out if he's just tired or if he's upset.  "How d'you do it?"

"It's simple Li, there's no point in catching feelings. Love is treated like some inevitable thing that happens to everyone but it's not. I won't ever fall in love. Most people don't. Boys are going to hurt you time and time again so there's no point investing your happiness in them. The new relationship glow dies and you end up alone. Embrace the fact you've only got you to count on and life becomes easier," She explains

"How can you know someone isn't going to just come in and sweep you off your feet?" George questions, eyes flickering between the girl talking and his brother who is staring into space almost like he's trying to block out whatever the girl is saying.

"Life just doesn't work like that,"

I wanna give it all, I know I will 'Cause blueberry eyes seem to make time still We can boogie in the sunshine with some Burt's Bees And I know you like to pull the leaves off trees

"Thought love was stupid and pointless and made up," Fred quips, his voice in her ear making her jump in the otherwise empty corridor, taken by surprise at his presence.

"Shit!" she shrieks, hand swatting him away from her "You know most people say hello Pumpkin," she adds

"Hi darling," He grins

"Hi," she responds with a smile, not sure why she's blushing a little

"Back to my point about love,"

"You never actually made it," She retorts, eyes shining in the moonlit corridor

"Are you not on your way back from a secret meeting with one Adrian Pucey?" He questions, beginning to walk in the direction of the Slytherin common room, making sure to slow his steps down a little on regards of her much shorter legs.

"And if I am?"

"You've been spending an awful lot of time with him recently is all," Fred comments. Eyes focused on her as she quiets for a moment thinking.

"He's not the worst person to be around," She shrugs, he hums in response. He isn't sure what to say. He expected her to shoot down his accusation but instead she had admitted to liking Adrian.

"Why are you up so late and lurking near the Slytherin commons?" she questions, expecting an elaborate prank to be explained.

"Someone had to make sure you made it to bed safely," He shrugs, she hopes in the dark he won't see her blush, although he can and it makes his heart skip a beat.

"Pumpkin, anyone would think you care," She teases gently

"I do. In fact I care more about you than anyone else I know," He admits, his sincerity and vulnerability a change to their usual playful tone.

"I feel the same for you," She admits as they come to a stop outside the Slytherin common room.

"You sure do know how to make a guy feel special," He smirks, leaning against the wall next to the entrance to the Slytherin common room.

"I think love is stupid and fake and I don't believe in the whole one true love, soulmate bullshit," She announces, a look in her eyes that Fred has never seen before as she stares up at him.

"I know that," He smiles gently, enjoying the way she's standing a little too close for just friends.

"I'm difficult and tricky and emotionally unavailable and I'm a stupid person to have feelings for,"

"I know that," He smirks widely

"I'm sensitive and if this is all some joke-"

"What's this?" He questions, a cocky grin on his face and an eyebrow raises. She sighs

"This!" She exclaims, gesturing between them "You treating me special and flirting and walking me to all my classes and back to my common room every night and carrying my bag and-" She begins to ramble

"No joke," He assures, hands held up in surrender

"I don't believe in love and I think feelings are stupid,"

"You've mentioned,"

"But, you should know that if anyone were going to change that it would not be Adrian Pucey,"

"Are you saying it would be me, sweetheart?"

"Don't get too cocky pumpkin," She smirks, before turning away from him and slipping into her common room, leaving Fred stood in the corridor with a lovestruck grin on his face.

I used to think that Romeo was full of shit And the Notebook was just my favourite chick flick But now I get why Sarah was so hard to forget It's this feeling that I'm feeling like Nemo in a net

She sits next to Alicia in the Room of Requirement, patiently awaiting the boys as they mingle with the other party goers.  Sipping on their drinks and talking over the loud music.

"Are you staring at Fred?" Alicia questions, eyes following where she's staring off into the distance. Fred is standing with a cup in each hand. One that he regularly raises to his mouth as he laughs with a few Hufflepuff boys. The other that he holds from the top, hand easily large enough to cover the whole top, although he continuously glances down to check there's no opening. He looks good, his height meaning he's a head taller than the other boys, his white shirt slightly too tight meaning his muscles bulge in it.

"Hmm?" She questions, forcing her eyes away from the boy, glad he hadn't caught onto her staring

"Oh my god! You were!" Alicia cheers

"I was?"

"Staring at Fred all gooey eyed and lovestruck. Can't say I'm surprised there's been way too much sexual tension between you two for like ever,"

"I wasn't. I was simply looking at him cause he said he'd bring me another drink and I'm nearly out," She retaliates, Alicia looks at her questioningly for a second, but after glancing at her nearly empty cup seems to believe it. She'd probably have questioned it more if Angelina hadn't arrived, taking the empty seat next to the girl.

"How's Adrian?" Angelina smirks widely from behind her cup

"Uh, I wouldn't know," She admits, adjusting her short black dress a little

"What? You had one of the best looking boys in school for casual, steamy sex and you ended it?" Alicia gasps, looking at the girl in front of her like she's insane

"There was nothing to end," The girls shrugs, taking a chug of her drink, emptying the glass and placing it down.

"Why the fuck would you stop sleeping with him? He's fit," Angelina  pesters, she's saved from having to come up with a lie when Fred arrives in front of the girls, offering the drink he's been protecting with his hand to her.

"Chug that and come dance with me," He demands, she raises her eyebrow at him

"Friends can dance together y'know?" He smirks widely, the line between friends and more seeming to fade and darken back and forth constantly between them.

"To friends then Pumpkin," She smirks, accepting the cup and chugging the alcohol despite the slight burn in her throat.

"M'Lady," He grins, offering a hand that she takes whilst rolling her eyes, allowing him to pull her away from the girls.

"That is why you stop sleeping with a boy as fit as Adrian Pucey," Alicia smirks to Angelina who laughs at the comment.

"Spoilt for choice," Angelina chimes

Pumpkin, pumpkin You're gonna kill me Pumpkin, pumpkin La, la la la la, la Pumpkin, pumpkin I need you to feel me Pumpkin, pumpkin La, la la la la, la

"You know darling, people might think you like me," He whispers into her ear, hot breath sending a small shiver down her spine that makes smirk grow wider.

"People should keep their noses out," She responds, spinning to face him.

Her chest flush to his, her hands finding place on his shoulders as she moves her hips against him. Practically grinding to the music playing through the party.

"I like this dress," He compliments, eyes raking her up and down with dark eyes, hands trailing up and down her body

"Take your hand of my arse Pumpkin," She smirks, although she says nothing else when he doesn't, the warning more a habit than her actually caring

"You brother is watching us," Fred comments, focusing on not letting his eyes drop to the curve of her breasts that are pushed up, practically spilling from the little black dress

"Father will be happy to hear all about this," She smirks, earning a chuckle from Fred

"You not worried about it?" He questions, ignoring the weird need in his chest to place kisses to her neck, wanting more than a little to mark her up.

"I've been disappointing him long enough," She shrugs, one hand dropping from around his shoulder to trail down his chest, unable to stop herself from wanting to feel the toned muscles under the shirt

"Ever the bad girl," He smirks, a feeling of pride in his chest when he notices her eyes darken a little.

"That's low," She comments with a smirk "Besides father knows we are friends and this is a friendly dance," She adds, turning back around to press her back to his chest, rolling her hips to push her arse into him.

"I certainly hope you don't dance with all your friends like this," He smirks, leaning down a little, a tight grip on her hips, dictating the speed of her teasing movements.

"Only my favourites," She grins.

Fred is glad she's not facing him or he's pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from kissing her.

We're cruisin' slowly but we're movin' fast We both decided to thank our past We've got a hundred lists of things we wanna do But I'm also cool just doin' nothin' with you

When Fred had bid her goodbye for the summer his heart and stung a little. He hated not being able to see her over the holidays. He hated that Adrian Pucey would be around all the time due to their families friendship. He hated that although she acted like it didn't her father's constant criticism hurt her.

It was because of the very last reason that when they were in third year George had scribbled their address onto a piece of parchment and given it to her with a smile and a whisper of 'if you need us we would love to see you'.  She'd never used the paper before. Writing to the twins and their friends, and holding out through the summer. She'd kept the paper though, tucked in between an old fairytale book in her bedroom.

Standing at 7:30 in the morning on the doorstep to the burrow, school trunk in tow and eyes sore from crying she wondered if the offer had long since expired.

Molly Weasley knew of her. She knew that the Malfoy's had a daughter and assumed she'd be as stuck up and rude as the best. Then her boys came home after their first term talking with bright smile and enthusiasm of their new friend and she was shocked when over and over again the name Y/N Malfoy was in the stories. By the end of their first year, with their letters and excited chatter she'd grown to know the girl was nothing like her family, instead she was a friend of her twins and by default Molly loved the girl, happy to see her boys happy. By Christmas of third years she realised that George loved the girl like a sister and Fred loved her as a lot more.

Despite all of this she'd never spoken to the girl. The Malfoy's whisking her away from her friends at the train station before she could even say 'goodbye' with cold eyes and snarls. Therefore she was more than surprised to pull the door open and see her with blotchy tear stained skin and silk pj shorts, a sweater she knit herself with a large 'F' on the front almost drowning her.

"Hi deary," Molly smiles gently

"I'm so sorry to intrude-I-it- I couldn't be there any longer. The boys said years ago I could come here if I ever needed and-I- I'm sorry that was years ago and the offer is way past expired- Sorry to bother you, this was stupid. I'll just be going," She rambles, cutting herself off and hiccuping the words out.

"You'll do no such thing. Come in," Molly instructs, pulling the door wider to allow her to come in. She smiles gratefully, grabbing her trunk and tugging it behind her into the house.

She looks around and can't help the small smile. The house is more of a home then any she'd ever been in before. Lived in and warm and bright and she could feel the love radiating through it. It made perfect sense that the twins grew up here.

"Leave your bag by the door. One of the twins can carry it up later. Take a seat while I make breakfast and let's, you and I, have a chat. I'm afraid the twins won't be up for hours," Molly offers. The girl nods, shooting her a smile and sitting down.

"Tea?" Molly questions

"Please," She responds almost timidly, wiping at her face with the sleeve of her jumper trying to dry the dampness. Molly nods, sending the girl a gentle smile and flicking her wand, the pots jumping into action making the tea.

"Now, dear, do you want to talk about it?" Molly asks gently

"No. Sorry. I just need to process," She admits

"It's no worry, you just make sure not to keep it all bottled up. Whenever you are ready we are all here for you, you can stay as long as you like, alright?"

"Thank you Mrs Weasley,"

"Please dear, call me Molly,"

"Molly," The girl nods, taking the tea she is offered with a thanks.

"Now, do your parents know you're here?"

"No, I left late last night. Father and I argued and I went up stairs and packed and just kinda," she trails off

"Left in the middle of the night with no explanation," it's Ginny's voice that speaks from behind her.

"Hey Ginny," The girl grins, jumping up to hug the younger girl who happily returns it. The Weasley kid's all liked her having had her company forced on them by the twins at school.

"Hey, Fred's going to be so happy to see you," Ginny smirks, laughing when the girl blushes, eyes staring down to not look at Molly who is smiling widely.

"You need to let your parents know you are safe," Molly instructs as the two girls sit down.

"They won't care," She shrugs, Molly's motherly glare quickly shot at her "but I'll let them know," She assures

"How'd you even get here?" Ginny questions

"The knight bus,"

By the time the girls have had breakfast and caught up it's 9AM and the both Harry and Ron arrive in the kitchen, greeting the newest addition to the home with a hug and teases of Fred's excitement. By 10AM George has arrived downstairs, elated to see one of his best friends, pulling her into a tight bear hug before ruffling her hair.

George and her are sprawled out in the garden, backs in the grass, both clad in pjs, easy conversation flowing and her feeling 1000 times happier than she did that morning by 11AM

"Merlin, Georgie, we are supposed to be working on puking pastilles and you're lounging about in the garden," Fred's voice shouts, leaning out of his window, to see his twin, not yet seeing the girl who is leaning against the wall, out of his eye line.

"I'm entertaining our guest!" George quips

"Guest? Is this you weird way of saying we have to de-gnome the garden again?"

"No. But we do need to," George responds

"Hey Pumpkin," The girl calls out, shuffling to be next to George and in Fred's eye sight.

Fred's face is overtaken by a wide grin, almost instantly he's out of the window, sprinting down the stairs and hurtling into the garden.

She jogs to meet him, laughing when he lifts her into the air spins her around, her legs wrapping around his waist as she grins down at him.

"Merlin, I missed you,"

"I missed you too. A lot," She admits, hating the way her heart is hammering in her chest.

"What're you doing here?" He asks, concern over taking his features, his hands still gripping her tightly as he holds her up

"I really don't want to talk about it yet," She admits

"But you're okay?"

"I am now," She assures, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek and smirking when he blushes.

"Merlin, it was two weeks not two years," George comments, breaking the moment up now he feels he's given them enough time.

Fred sighs, wishing he'd had the nerve to just kiss her like he so badly wanted to but nervous how she'd react, the though of ruining their friendship striking fear in his heart.

He places her down delicately and insists on giving her a tour of the house, Molly watches with a fond smile at the way her son can't stop grinning all day.

I ran in circles on a Monday night You had to go so you could make your flight I looked at my mom and said, "What do I do?" She said, "This look is somethin' and it's new and true"

"You seem to really like her," Molly pesters, a week and a half into her stay. She's washing the breakfast dishes as Fred dries them. She knows immediately he wants to talk about it, her son only ever helps with house work when he wants his mother's advice and is too shy to ask.

"I do," Fred confirms, watching through the window.

The group were heading to a nearby lake and she's standing in the garden with Ginny, clad in a bikini she'd borrowed from the younger girl and a pair of shorts and carrying a towel. Sunglasses pushing her hair back and laughing at something the younger girl said, the two seemingly closer by the day.

The sight of her in just a bikini had made Fred's heart stop. She had barged into the twin's bedroom in the search for suncream Ginny had leant them and Fred had struggled to put words together as George smirked watching the interaction.

"She likes you too, I can tell," Molly prompts, wondering what the problem was.

"I know, well I kinda figured. She's just complicated. None of us know why but she's an utter cynic. She doesn't believe in love, she doesn't have any interest in dating or marriage or any of that. She has is in her head every guy she lets herself like will end up hurting her," Fred explains

"That kind of thing is normally past hurt,"

"She's never been in a relationship," Fred counters

"Okay, well in that case it's highly likely it's a childhood thing,"

"You mean?"

"Her family is very traditional. She might not have grown up seeing healthy, loving relationships," Molly explains gently

"So, what do I do?"

"You prove you're different. You prove you are worth the risk," Molly explains. Fred nods, setting his tea towel down despite being no where near done with the dishes.

"Thanks mum," He grins, Molly smiles, watching her son head towards the door

"Take a shirt so your shoulders don't burn!" She calls but Fred is out the door before she can finish the sentence.

"Took your time!" Ron calls, standing up from where he, George and Harry had all been sat waiting

"Just cause some of actually help mum," Fred quips, ignoring his brothers as they all begin the 10 minute walk to the lake. George challenging Ron to a race. Ginny talking awkwardly to Harry, her crush evident.

Fred is no better than his younger sister, falling into step next to her.

"Surprised you aren't racing," She comments

"Bored of beating them," he smirks cockily "Besides, talking with a beautiful girl such as yourself is much more fun," He adds, proud when she giggles.

"You're in good shape," She comments, eyes flickering over his body, clad in only swim shorts, his toned chest and muscular arms on full show. She laughs a little when he blushes bright red. "Not so slick now are we Pumpkin?" She smirks

"Pumpkin still isn't funny," He attempts, the bright red flush still on his cheeks doing little to help his case.

He tries desperately to recover on the walk but every time he starts talking she makes a show of looking at him, eyes lingering, something she enjoys greatly, making him blush even more.

The day by the lake passes beautifully. Games of chicken, sunbathing, forcing Ron to go back and pick up sandwiches at lunch time.

It's mid afternoon, Ron and Ginny playing a game of exploding snap on the jetty over the lake, Harry reading 'Quidditch through the ages', George writing a letter to Angelina.

The pair are in the lake, Fred pushing her in when she was sunbathing earlier and jumping in after her. They'd had a race which landed them a distance away from the others.

"You won because I let you," Fred announces

"I won because I took swimming lessons until I was 11 and was on a summer swim team until I was 14," She shrugs

"What else don't I know about you?" He teases

"I speak Latin, I can play the piano and flute, this is the first school break I haven't spent nearly ever waking minute at my ballet studio and I know greek mythology like the back of my hand,"

"Why?"

"Private tutors," She shrugs, he laughs loudly, shocked he knew so little about aspects of her life.  She shivers a little

"You wanna get out?" He questions

"Quite like the water," She shrugs, he nods, opening his arms

"I'm not cuddling you in the water Fred,"

"It's that or hypothermia," He shrugs, she sighs, secretly happy, and allows him to pull her into his hold, resting her head on his shoulder as he subconsciously strokes a hand up and down her back.

"You really are full of surprises," He comments

"As are you, I've been learning an awful lot about you from your parents,"

"If it made me sound uncool it was a lie,"

"You were already uncool to me," She smirks,

"Harsh," He grins, eyes focused on the way she bites her bottom lip as she stares up at him "You look really beautiful," he comments

"So do you pumpkin," She returns.

Neither of them know what's overtaking their system as they lean in slowly, her lips just grazing his when suddenly his shoulder's are pulled down and he's held under water. Ron laughing happily when his brother pushes his way up to the surface a scowl on his face.

"What the fuck, Ron!" Fred shouts

"We need to leave or we'll be late back," The younger boy announces, swimming away before his brother can splash him.

Fred shoots her a sorry smile before they both swim back, climbing the ladder onto the pier. Fred makes sure to wait until Ron's holding his towel and wearing his t-shirt before he shoves him off the pier and back into the lake for ruining the moment.

I used to think that Romeo was full of shit And The Notebook was just my favourite chick flick But now I get why Sarah was so hard to forget It's this feeling that I'm feeling, like Nemo in a net

It's been two weeks since she arrived by the time she is ready to open up about the fight with her parents. It's only her and Fred. They sit cross legged on a sofa, the warm night breeze pushing through the open windows.

The kids had all occupied the living room, watching movies and eating snack but as the night got later one by one they'd all gone up to bed, leaving the pair who had been cuddled up way too close for just friends all night.  

"I told you Ginny had foul choice in films," Fred comments

"I quite enjoyed it," the girl shrugs in response

"You. You who has previously said 'Love is a commercial lie' enjoyed Titanic," He smirks

"I guess maybe I'm starting to accept I could have been a little wrong," She admits, refusing to look at Fred.

It was true, being with Fred all summer had made her realise that the love she felt for him wasn't just some stupid passing thing. She loved Fred Weasley. Loved him to her very core. She thinks a part of why she was finally letting herself feel the admittedly scary emotions was seeing how happy Molly and Arthur were.

"Why do you hate love?" He questions, it was a thought that had been on his mind a lot as of late.

"I guess I just never saw it before," She shrugs

"Aren't your parents married?"

"Yeah but they don't love each other. They were an arranged marriage, father had the prettiest girl and mother married into a fortune. They barely speak unless they are in public. They sleep on opposite sides of the house," She speaks and her voice is void of emotion, Fred isn't sure what to say.

"So you just assumed no one was happily married?" He questions gently, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

"No. I knew love was real, it was just that it was easier to not fall in love and it the best way to stop it was to convince myself no one had it," She admits

"Why wouldn't you want to fall in love though?" He prompts, eyes fixed on her as she fiddles with the hem of the large t-shirt she's wearing.

"It would end in heart break. I have to marry whoever my parents pick. If I fall in love when I get married I live my whole life knowing what I could have had. But now, I'm halfway in love and my whole world feels, I don't know how to describe it, brighter I guess, and all that self preservation was meaningless,"

Fred feels his heart break a little. He wasn't sure if it was because she had been dealing with all this for so long or if because deep down he knew he would marry her tomorrow and he didn't doubt for a second that he wanted her forever.

"I'm so sorry," He hums out

"Not your fault. It's what we argued about, they had a suitor coming to stay for the summer. That's why I ran," She admits

"Oh, sweetheart," He sighs, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him.

"Would be great if you could do something repulsive so I like you less," She jokes, he laughs loudly

"Sorry, darling, but I really don't plan on letting you slip through my fingers and no matter what I'll make sure you don't have to marry some pretentious pure blood," He promises and she feels more at ease than she has in years, she knows Fred has got her, Fred'll stop at nothing to make sure she is happy.

Pumpkin, pumpkin You're gonna kill me Pumpkin, pumpkin La-la-la-la-la-la Pumpkin, pumpkin Need you to feel me Pumpkin, pumpkin La-la-la-la-la-la

"Where are we going?" She questions, eyes squeezed shut as Fred tugs her hand pulling her along behind him.

"My favourite place," he responds, although she had no clue what that meant.

"Well, are we nearly there?"

"Shut up and be patient, jeez woman,"

It's a further three minutes when Fred stops, laughing when she walks right into him, eyes still closed.

"Okay, open," She can hear his smile

She opens her eyes, they're standing in front of a meadow full of wildflowers, the pink sun set making everything glow, a picnic blanket full of goodies that were clearly prepared by Molly in the centre.

"You're right. It's beautiful," She smiles brightly, turning from the view to look up at Fred who is beaming down at her.

"Not as beautiful as you," He grins cheekily

"That was awful," She smirks, his loud laughter ringing out through the meadow. She grabs his hand in hers again, pulling him along to the picnic blanket.

"So, how did you enjoy your summer?" He questions

"We have three days left," She argues

"That excited to go back to school?" He teases

"It's our last year, guess I'm just not ready for it to be over," She explains, he smiles gently

"I get that," He agrees, shooting her a smile "Don't want to fall out of touch with people," He adds. She nods. Extending her hand pointing her pinky finger at him

"I don't make pinky promises if I don't know what they are,"

"That no matter how far apart we end up, you and I are always going to have each other, always going to be friends,"

"Who knew the Slytherin was so sappy," He teases, his finger immediately wrapping around hers and squeezing.

"Tell anyone and I'll kill you," She smirks, Fred chuckles, passing her a chocolate covered strawberry.

"I can catch that in my mouth,"He speaks confidently.

20 minutes and a 30% success rate between the two of them, Fred leaps to his feet pulling her with him.

"Where are we going?"

"We are dancing,"

"There's no music,"

"I can sing if you want," He offers

"I'd rather not go deaf," She smirks, he laughs loudly

"I'm a great singer," He defends, she raises her eyebrows at him,

"Whatever you say pumpkin." she laughs when he rolls his eyes.

"Fine, we don't need music,"

He pulls her into him, arms around her waist as hers wrap around his neck, her head on his shoulder and Fred Weasley could die happy. He has no idea that she could too.

I used to think that Romeo was full of shit But when I look at you, I think this must be it, oh

It's the last night before school starts when she knocks at Fred's bedroom door. Hands shaking a little in nervousness and pacing the hallway.

It's pulled open by the boy who's brows furrow in concern at the sight of her.

"Can I come in? we need to talk,"

"George is asleep, we can talk out here," He smiles softly at her, stepping into the hallway and tugging the door closed behind him.

"You ruined me," She states

"What?" He questions, eyes wide and a sense of nervousness about him

"I had everything together. Everything was perfect, it was glass and could break any second but it as mine and it made me good, it protected me,"

"I'm confused,"

"I didn't let boys matter. It didn't matter if they laughed at my joke, if they were looking at me when I looked at them, if they thought I looked good, if they found me too bitchy or too loud or too anything. It didn't feel like if I wasn't near them I couldn't breathe,"

"If it makes you feel better I always think you look good,"

"Fred, I'm being serious,"

"So am I, darling,"

"I'm scared,"

"I won't hurt you,"

"I think that's the problem," she admits.

"I'm gonna kiss you now cause I've waited forever and you make it fucking impossible sometimes and by sometimes I mean every fucking day cause you-"

"Just kiss me pumpkin,"

"That's still not-"

His protest ends when her lips crash to his, he grins into the kiss, arms snaking around her to pull her in as her's tangle in his hair. A grunt leaving his lips and falling into hers making her smirk against him.

Everything falls into place.  

"About time," They jump apart at the sound of George's voice, leaning in the hallway

"What the fuck George?" Fred complains, although his arms stay wrapped around her, effectively holding her flush to his chest, unable to leave his grip.

"Maybe don't have private discussions in the middle of the hall if you don't want us all listening," at the sound of Ginny's voice the couple look upwards.

Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione who arrived two days before are leaning over the banister on the floor above them to watch.

Fred sighs, before deciding fuck it and crashing his lips back to hers, a little less innocent, smirking when he hears fake gags and his siblings all running back to their rooms.

Pumpkin, pumpkin You're gonna kill me Pumpkin, pumpkin La-la-la-la-la-la Pumpkin, pumpkin I need you to feel me Pumpkin, pumpkin La-la-la-la-la-la, oh Oh-oh, pumpkin, pumpkin Oh, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la, ooh, ooh-ooh

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Masterlist

[ardent-musings]

“With Sprinkles on Top”

Neville Longbottom Smut

based off this request right here

Alright, another Neville smut for the plant daddy supremacy i feel like i’m a part of. But that’s fun for me. Nev deserves it. 

EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS OF LEGAL AGE AND CONSENTING

Warnings: NSFW 18+, dom!neville, swearing, fingering, degrading, oral sex fem receiving, spitting, use of food. 

Vanilla. Was the flavor of ice cream you and Neville were eating after hours in the school kitchens. It was your one-year anniversary and it was your boyfriend’s idea to sneak in to enjoy a “date” together since your Hogsmeade weekend was too far away for the both of you. So instead, the ice cream cones and banana split between you were going to have to do.

It was a wonderful night filled with sprinkles and brain freezes, lots of laughs were shared between you and your terribly sweet boyfriend.

“Are you going to finish that?” He asked, pointing to the already melted sundae on the table. The banana was demolished by you two and all that was left in the bowl was liquid ice cream and remnants of chocolate syrup.

“It’s all yours babe,” you giggled as you licked at your cone.

Neville grabbed the sundae boat, holding it up to his face to drip the ice cream into his mouth. Unfortunately, your dear boy underestimated the amount he could handle and he sputtered as a bit of the ice cream overflowed and dribbled down his chin.

“Shit!” He giggled as he tried his best to keep the dessert off his sweater. Neville’s face flushed red as he turned to reach for some napkins.

You caught how cute he looked all flustered and decided to take advantage of the mess in front of you. His tiny stubble at the base of his jaw scraped against your fingertips as your gripped him gently before directing his gaze to you. Before he had time to question your move, you leaned in close and teasingly licked the sweetness from the base of his neck, leaving tiny nibbles.

Neville gasped in surprise as your lips continued to lick a path up his throat and over his chin, the mixture of rich chocolate and sweet cream made you giggle and playfully moan. If you lingered on his neck you bet you could’ve felt his pulse beneath your tongue. And by the time your tongue made it past his chin, Neville was panting lightly and holding on to your hips. With his grip on you, parting from him was not an option so you placed a soft kiss against his lips.

Surprisingly, Neville threaded his fingers into the hair at the base of your scalp, making sure you couldn’t escape the intensity of his kiss. You whimpered into his mouth, finding yourself getting lost in the sickeningly sweet taste of him.

“You”

Kiss

“Taste”

Kiss

“So fucking good,” you moaned between his desperate kisses, the whole situation left you breathless.

“You do, too, love,” he hummed. His fingers gripped your hair harder, making you mewl and slump against his body which was firm beneath his soft sweater. “But that was fucking naughty of you to do. Don’t you think?”

You couldn’t help but smile knowingly at the darkness his hazel brown eyes took; he looked like a man starved. Neville was always insatiable when he got like this: so overcome with his own need.

The pressure at your hips disappeared; although, so did the ice cream cone you were still nursing. Neville took the treat, dipped his finger into it and dragged the cold digit down your neck. The cold sensation made you cry out in surprise, but Neville’s warm tongue dragged across your skin, mimicking the move you just enacted on him.

“That was a bad idea, flower,” he groaned against you, his clean hand began unbuttoning the top of your shirt, leaving your bit of cleavage to become the latest victim of the cold dessert. “On the table, now.”

Your skin crawled at the commanding tone, finding it hard to combat, so you did as he instructed without complaint. As soon as your bum hit the wood, he grabbed your ankles so you were right at the edge. His hands were needy, hastily removing your shirt, only to take your ice cream and drip a stream of the vanilla down from your neck, in between your boobs, and down your stomach.

“Such a fucking tease,” his lips sucked hard at the base of your neck, leaving the pocket of skin flushed and sore, “But you love it. You love making me absolutely wild for you. Pretty little slut.”

His words made you whimper, but his tongue trailed between the valley of your tits as he suckled and licked the ice cream all the way to the band of your skirt. He wasted no time and flipped the short skirt up so your soaked panties were on full display.

“Think you deserve my tongue on your clit, darling?” His fingers dug into your jaw, making you face his stern yet pretty face. Neville was always so pretty, no matter what mood he was in.

“Yes, please,” you whined as he started grinding his palm against your already aching clit through your panties. “Please Neville.”

“Keep begging for me, needy thing you are. You really want me to finger fuck your pussy in the kitchens?”

You started blubbering your pleas, just hoping he would do more than suck at the skin that pooled above your bra, or the dip near your hips. He would giggle every time you shook from his lips, but you couldn’t help it. You just needed more of whatever he was willing to give.

“Please,” you whispered on last time with a pout while lacing your hands through his wavy dark hair.

He looked up from between your legs to smile softly, then took a wide lick at your soaked panties with his gaze still on you. Neville wasted no time fully diving into you, but the thin bit of fabric was dulling the feeling, making you grind into his mouth. He chuckled against you, leaving you to arch your back and pull his neck so he was impossibly close to your dripping pussy.

“Want more of my tongue? Want my fingers, sweet little slut?”

You nodded and cried, surprised to find a tear fall down from the corner of your eye. That was Neville’s downfall. He ripped your panties off of you unceremoniously and flicked your clit with perfect pressure with his skilled tongue. His licks alone could get you off, but Neville was determined to make you cry again, so he used two fingers to massage the most sensitive parts of you. Every part of your body screamed and leaned into his touch; your shoulder blades ached from arching off the hard wooden table.

But you couldn’t deny how good Neville fucked you with nothing but his mouth and fingers. It was torturous, fast paced thrusts and rhythmic circles around your bundle of nerves. Your eyes clenched as did your cunt around his talented fingers. The burning knot in your stomach was building, and you knew you wouldn’t be lasting much longer.

“M’close, baby,” you mewled while gripping and pulling on his hair.

To your dismay, he took his mouth of your clit, but it wasn’t left alone as he brought his other hand to circle the sweet spot while pressing down on your lower stomach. The pressure made the pounding of his fingers even more perfect, making you moan loudly as another tear fell.

“God, darling, I can feel my fingers in your tummy. You like getting fucked like a little plaything, don’t you?”

You nodded as a reflex, you would agree to anything Neville had to say at the moment; he had full control.

“Play with those tits, baby. Touch yourself for me,” he commanded before kissing the side of your knee while his fingers still fucked you into oblivion.

Of course, you followed his orders; you groped and massaged your breasts over your lacy pink bra and imagined they were his hands instead of your own. With your eyes closed, you could pretend that Neville had his hold on every part of your body. That alone brought you to the edge.

“C’mon, baby. Fuck your pussy is squeezing my fingers so hard. Wished it was my cock getting sucked in like that,” his fingers struggled to move as you clenched hard around him. “On the count of three, you’re going to cum for me. If you don’t you’re not cumming at all. Understand?”

His tone and words contrasted with the toothy grin that spread across his flushed face. Neville’s chin was dripping with your arousal, making him lick at his lips. You nodded yet again.

“One.”

Your legs were shaking with how good Neville was making you feel.

“Two.”

He growled at your sweaty figure, laughing at your flushed chest.

“Three. Cum now.”

And you did. Neville continued to pump into you as you screamed and thrashed on the table, hardly able to breathe. Your head was absolutely spinning as Neville pulled his fingers out of you and sucking them into his mouth.

He leaned over you and grabbed your throat with a gentle grip, “Open up, darling.”

You opened your mouth and he ducked down to spit into your mouth, it was surprising. But you were even more surprised to find the cocktail of your cum, his saliva, and the vanilla ice cream tasted positively dirty yet sweet.

He smiled and kissed the side of your lips, peppering them all over your face.

“Neville, that was amazing,” you sighed tired.

“Well, don’t get too excited, princess. You’re still getting fucked.”

[tinyjeanmarco]

modern!porco x reader

okay, so, since i absolutely adore porco, i’m gonna write a little fluff that popped into my head. i just believe in porco supremacy so expect a lot of porco fluff from me lolol. but yeah! here goes modern!porco x reader where they had a little date planned, but reader has been overworking themselves with cramming for finals, so they fall asleep when the two were supposed to be going out! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ i uhm, think my writing needs work so i apologize if this isn’t the very best! <3

modern!porco x gn!reader

warnings: none

wc: 1,587 words

the date you had planned with your boyfriend was in two hours. that’s plenty of time to cram a little more before getting ready, plus you’re really behind as it is.

if you were honest, the whole date thing was stressing you out more than your work was. you already knew that you would be up to the wee hours of the morning studying, but you might have to be up even later now that you would be spending time on something other than your work.

you loved porco, of course, you would enjoy the time you two will spend, but you’re still anxious about it as all hell. you ignored the thoughts of your impending doom and tried to focus back on your textbook. that’s all that was going through your sleep deprived brain.

textbook, write notes, textbook, more notes, quiz yourself, textbook, more textbook.

you didn’t even notice when you fell asleep, face planting right into your open book.

your boyfriend, however, did notice when you didn’t show up to his place, and also didn’t respond to your texts and calls. the plan was to meet up at his apartment and then walk to your favorite diner so he could treat you and hopefully take your mind off things. that did not happen.

after the eleventh unanswered text, porco was greatly annoyed with you, but just a bit more worried than anything. he made his way over to your apartment, ready to grill you on why you won’t answer him. 

knocking on the door, he kept glancing at the time on his phone. it was almost an hour past the time you two had planned to meet up. unsurprisingly, you didn’t answer the door either.

worry and panic stirred in porco’s stomach. what if something happened to you while you were on your way to his place? shaking the thought out of his head, he pulled the spare key you had given him out of his pocket and proceeded to open the door.

“(Y/N)? i’m coming in.” he called out as he pushed the door open. the lack of response did little to help the growing panic in him, and rather solidified it. still however, he pushed it from his mind. you’re fine, you had to be.

calling out to you, he made his way through your apartment, searching for you. he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he spotted you in your room at your desk. asleep.

taking large strides across the room, he placed his hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you, so as to not freak you out. didn’t work, but was worth a try. you shot up, eyes wide, whipping your head around.

“whuh? who? where am i?” you called out groggily. porco chuckled fondly, his hand finding its way into your hair, petting you gently.

“you were asleep at your desk, sugar. our date was supposed to be an hour ago.” your head cleared at his words, and guilt replaced the tiredness in your head.

“oh. porco, baby, i’m so-” he cut you off, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“enough of that, you look like shit, darling. i’m just glad you were sleeping and not like dead in a ditch somewhere or something.” you sigh, pushing your chair away from your desk and getting up. you stretch and a few of your joints make a loud popping noise, causing porco to grimace.

“sugar, how long have you been sitting there?” he pulled your sluggish body into his chest.

“mmmph. i dunno, i fell asleep like two, three hours ago and before that, i was there for a few more hours. six in total at the least.” you mumble into his chest. porco’s heart clenches out of sympathy. “just lemme get ready and we can head out, pock.”

“oh. no, no, we’re not going anywhere now. we’re gonna stay here and take care of you because you can’t seem to find time to do it on your own.”

“wait, no, pock, i messed up, we can still go, i swear just let me- ah!” he startled you, picking you up and carrying you to your bed.

“alright, here’s the plan. i’ll run you a nice, hot bath, you get in said bath and while you’re doing that, i order some takeout and then we cuddle all night until we fall asleep.” he pressed dozens of tiny kisses to your face. you tried to protest again, but he wasn’t having it, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“you need a break. i don’t like seeing you so down and worn out. just let me be a good boyfriend and take care of you. no more studying tonight. just us, okay?” you sigh, relenting with a nod of your head. “thank you, sugar.” he pressed another kiss to the top of your head and set off to get a bath running for you.

you suppose a break could be good for you, after all you have been studying your ass off, running on barely three hours each night for a week now. it’s time to just stop and trust yourself in porco’s care. 

finally being in your bed, you lie back and listen to the sound of running water, feeling your eyes droop closed. you barely rested your eyes for two minutes when porco came back in your room to tell you the bath was ready. making your way to get up, porco halted your actions and instead picked you up just as he did earlier, and carried you to the sweet smelling bath water.

he took it upon himself to make you a bubble bath, and if you weren’t already madly in love with him, this would do the trick. porco helped you undress, and lower yourself into the tub.

“okay, now stay here, i’m gonna go order some food for us.” and with that he left the room, allowing you to soak in the warmth that surrounded you like a blanket. now that you’re actually relaxing, you are so glad that porco decided to make you do this. it had been a while since you just took time to care for yourself.

you leaned your head back, allowing yourself to just sink into the heat and melt away the stress. you almost missed the sound of porco coming back in the room. he settled himself on the floor right beside you.

“how are you feeling, dove?” 

heart skipping a beat at the use of the pet name he rarely uses, you mumbled out a response, “a little better. thank you for this, pock.” he grins, feeling accomplished. 

the two of you sad there, chatting softly for around twenty minutes before porco made movement to help wash you and get you out of the tub. drying you off, he slips his hoodie off and onto you. you blush, clutching the soft material closer to you, taking in the comforting scent of his cologne.

the blond takes you by the hand and tugs you to your front room, pulling you on his lap. his arms snaked around your center, pulling you impossibly closer to him. burying his face into the crook of your neck, pressing the softest kisses to the skin there. your boyfriend was the best when he was extremely clingy like right now. nothing is nearly as soft has him seemingly trying to absorb you and your essence.

the doorbell interrupted the silence you two had surrounded yourselves with, and your boyfriend made his way to the door, collecting your food and bringing it back. he told you to put on a movie of your choice as he set up everything on the table in front of the couch. 

at this point, you’re thanking yourself for falling asleep earlier, or you wouldn’t have gotten this night in with the one person you love the most.

the rest of the evening was spent in a heap of cuddles in front of the tv, watching movie after movie until you began to drift away to sleep in the safety and warmth of your beloved’s arms.

“baby,” you tugged on his shirt to get his attention, “ ‘m tired.” you mumbled out to him, nuzzling even deeper into his embrace.

“alright, sugar, let’s get to bed then, yeah?” you nodded in response, making your move to get up, but again, for the third time tonight, he made his move first, picking you up and carrying you. 

porco, being the best boyfriend ever, laid you down in your bed, tucking you in with a forehead kiss, and then going to clean up the living room. you were already half asleep when he came back in your room and slid into your bed right behind you, pulling your back snug against his chest.

“why are you still here? don’t you have to go home?” you ask into the darkness of the room.

pressing kisses into your neck and behind your ears, he replies, “not gonna leave my little sugar cube all alone tonight. gotta give you the best night of sleep ever, so that clearly means i’m here.”

you let out a chuckle before turning in his embrace, connecting your lips. your mouths slide together slowly. sparks fly everywhere, burning your soul with the love you have for this man. you pull apart with a smile on your face and dig yourself down into his chest.

“i love you, porco.”

“i love you too, (Y/N).”