#Not sure when yet cause now and tomorrow will probably be busy

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

It wouldn't let me make a submission

that’s okay!

[ham1lton]

‘cause i’m that bitch.

pairing: charles leclerc x fashionista!reader.

warnings: nothing! just reader being a bad bitch.

faceclaim: rihanna.

summary: charles keeps trying to tell everyone he’s in a relationship with you, the it girl of the fashion world. yet, no one believes him. he’s very keen on changing that.

— part two of my 500 followers celebration ♡ —

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yourcompanyname: our boss y/n l/n at the cfda gala last night where she was awarded the fashion icon award. pictures of her arriving to, during and after the event.

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ynswife: ‘do my tits bother you? they're COVERED… in swarovski crystals girl!’

-> user1: oh she ate this look up so bad.

user7: i remember when she was still interning for vogue and now she’s one of the biggest makeup and clothing moguls in the world 🥺

-> yourcompanyname: thanks for being with us since the beginning!! check your dms for a surprise! 🙈

user5: that’s my favourite fashion designer!

user6: did y’all see the post-award interview? she was giggling saying she was going to celebrate with someone after getting the award…. i wonder who it was.

-> user9: probably just her best friend. they’re really close and she helps her get ready for events like this.

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— phone conversation between CHARLES LECLERC and Y/N L/N.

CHARLES LECLERC: they don’t believe it! they don’t believe i’m dating you!

Y/N L/N: they’re probably joking babe-

LECLERC: they called me a french twink! i’m not even french!

L/N: i know babe.

LECLERC: we need to ramp it up. can i wear one of your designs? maybe they’ll understand when i’m dressed in your fashion.

L/N: i have the perfect outfits for you. i’ll send them tomorrow!

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gqmens: charles leclerc is our new cover boy, dressed in yourcompanyname’s menswear from head to toe.

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landonorris: can you get me some clothes 😩

-> user6: BUY EM 🤨

user2: idc if he’s a stalker, he’s sooooo fine i’m sorry.

-> dumbass1: he can stalk me deadass. go all joe goldberg on me 😍😩

user89: he’s really trying to make us believe that he’s dating her…. we’re not that gullible dumbass!

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y/nsfanpage: last night y/n was seen at the movie premiere of ‘material girl’, the second film that she’s produced under her production company!

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user3: queen!! don’t know what looks better, her or the movie!

user8: some vroom vroom guy is saying he’s dating her….

-> user9: imagine 😭

user7: he’s even buying clothes to pretend he’s sponsored by her that’s crazy 😭😭😭😭

-> user5: she needs a restraining order i’m so serious.

user6: she looks so good!! 😍

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— phone conversation between CHARLES LECLERC and Y/N L/N.

LECLERC: we need to pull out the big guns.

L/N: if you’re sure…

LECLERC: i just want people to understand and believe i’m dating you. i don’t want people to believe i’m a weird stalker.

L/N: oh babe, i’m so sorry. you know what? i’ll take the day off tomorrow, we can go out and spend all day doing what you’d like to do.

LECLERC: all i want to do is be with you.

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ham1ltonshaderoom: after initial disbelief from the internet, business mogul and it girl y/n l/n has been spotted cosying up with formula one driver charles leclerc in an art gallery in paris. how are we feeling about this new couple ham1ltons?

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user7: HE STOLE MY WIFE!!!!!! BOOOO

user6: i apologise mr leclerc i was unfamiliar with your game.

-> user7: don’t ever doubt the game of a peculiar white dude.

user78: she looks so good even blurry.

user67: that outfit is crazy he looks like a mime.

-> user23: he’s never beating the french allegations.

user12: first pic is actually so cute!!

user34: i still think it’s photoshopped.

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[scarlethexelove]

I Want You

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

Word Count: 2515

Warnings: Mechanic!Carol, Intersex!Carol, Smut, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Choking, Sex on a car (Probably don't need to say that but I am anyways),I don't think there is much else.

A/n: Have been thinking about Mechanic!Carol for awhile and just had to write her. She is just so cute and beefy. I'm not even sure if this is any good but oh well.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

You walk through the door bumping into a hard figure losing your balance. Strong arms wrap around your body pulling you into them making sure you don’t fall, your hands grasping at the shoulders of whoever caught you. A squeak leaving you from your almost fall and being startled. You haven’t even realized who you had bumped into until you look up a wide grin on the blonde's face as she still holds onto you. 

“Oh, I-I’m sorry Carol. I didn’t know anyone was still here. You startled me.” You say still holding onto her shoulders and her arms wrapped tightly around your waist. She gives you that smirk that makes you melt. “I was finishing up a client's car before heading out. Why on earth are you still here though?” You let out a sigh of frustration. “Tony said I needed to complete the books before leaving.” Carol gave you a look you couldn’t quite read. “I’ll talk to him. You should be able to go home on time. The books could have been finished tomorrow.” You shake your head. “No, no it’s ok. I’m used to this.” You frantically try and persuade her. “No. I’ll talk to him. I won’t let him treat you like this.” She now is wearing a scowl on her face. “Carol, it really is ok. I mean Tony’s my boss I kind of have to listen to him.” You tell her. 

Carol laughs at your words, slightly throwing her head back. You can feel her chest vibrate against you reminding you of how you two are entangled at the moment. Carol looks back down at you noticing that she has yet to let you go. You both let go and take a step back. Carol’s hand drifting down your arm before clutching your hand in hers. “Tony will listen to me.” You give her a confused look waiting for her to continue. “Y/n/n I own this place. I’m his boss.” There is a proud smirk playing on her lips. “I- What? You? I never-” You stop your words when Carol places her finger on your lips. Your cheeks turn pink at the action. “I don’t want to do all the business end. I love working on cars so I hired Tony to deal with all of that while I get to do what I love. I get to make all the final decisions.” She winks at you causing your cheeks to burn and turn even redder. 

“Thank you Carol.” You look down. Her finger hooks under your chin and gently pulls you to look up back at her. Your face is definitely the color of a tomato as you look at her. You have had a crush on the woman since you started working here at the front desk. You knew you didn’t have a chance with the woman so you just let your crush be just that, a crush. “You are so welcome, pretty girl.” Carol can’t help but play with you a bit. The redness of your cheeks spurring her on. 

What you didn’t know was that Carol also had a crush on you. She was hoping that you would get the hint when she flirted with you but so far it hadn’t worked. She can tell how nervous you get when you're around her. How you have a permanent blush when talking to her. She finds you absolutely adorable.

You don’t know what came over you but with that look in her eyes and that stupid smirk she has looking at you, you leaned in and kissed her. That totally caught the woman off guard. That she didn’t even get to kiss you back before you pulled away from her. “Oh god. Oh fuck. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry fuck.” You rambled covering your face with your hands feeling so stupid. 

Carol grabs your hands pulling them away from your face before she grabs your hips and pulls you into her crashing her lips into yours. You gasp into the kiss. Carol uses this opportunity to shover her tongue in your mouth exploring your mouth with her tongue. You're quick to recover kissing her back just as intensely. Carol turns you around walking you both back until your ass hits the front bumper of a car. She easily lifts you to sit on the hood of the car, slotting herself between your legs. Never breaking the kiss once.

Once air becomes necessary you both pull back panting your breaths mingling in the air between you. “Wow. I have been wanting to do that for a long time.” Carol pulls you closer to her leaning her head against yours. You let out a hum of satisfaction agreeing with her statement. “I didn’t think you would ever like me like that.” You give her big doe eyes which causes her to chuckle. This just causes you to pout. She didn’t like to see you pout her hands cupping your face as she pulled away looking down at you. “I have been flirting with you for months.” She smiles at you. “Really?” You questioned shocked. “Of course, sweet girl. I was hoping that you would notice.” She let out a small chuckle as you pouted again. “It’s ok sweet girl. I got to kiss you now, which is all that matters to me.” 

The room is silent for a bit before you lean up pecking her lips again. Your body pressing closer to hers. That is when you feel it. The growing bulge in her pants. You gasp at the feeling, slightly shocked. You look at her with your mouth slightly opened. A panic rises in her eyes as she steps back. “I-I’m sorry.” She turns to leave but you catch her by the arm pulling her back towards you. “Wait Carol.” You give her a soft smile and she looks down. This time you're the one to raise her gaze back to yours. Your lip caught between your teeth as you looked at her. “I find it really hot.” You pull her back between your legs. She breathes a sigh of relief as she presses back against you, her forehead leaning on yours. A small whimper leaves your lips as her bulge presses back against you. “You're so perfect.” She whispers between you. “You're perfect the way you are.” Your hands cup her face as you show  her that you like her for her. 

With your words her confidence came back and she grabbed your hips pulling you impossibly closer as she grinded into you. A moan falls from your lips as your hands fly to her shoulders and your head falls back. She takes the opportunity to attach her lips to your neck sucking deep red and purple marks. “Please.” You let a small whimper out. She pulls back looking at you with lust filled eyes. “I have wanted you for so long, but are you sure?” You bring your head back up to look at her. You can see that all she cares about is your comfort. It’s neither of your ideal place to start this but you have wanted her the same way she has wanted you and you don’t want to wait anymore. Your heart swells at her thoughtfulness and concern for you.

Your hand cups Carol’s cheek as she nuzzles lightly into your palm. A warm smile spreads on your lips. “More than anything.” She leans in gently kissing you pouring all of her feelings into it. You move your hands to her hips pushing down her coveralls that are tied around her waist. She helps shuffle them down to her ankles. She is now in front of you with a white tank top on and boxers. Her hard cock strained against the material. You admire her toned arms and gasps when you get a better idea of just how large she is. She smirks before kissing you harshly again, moving back closer and grinding against you causing both of you to moan into one another's mouth.

Carol grabs the bottom of your shirt urging you to take it off. As you do you pull away from her lips but as soon as your shirt hits the floor your lips are back on hers. She then works to get you out of your pants and underwear. She pulls back pulling off your shoes and pulling both off tossing them into a pile. She then kicks off her boots and coveralls. When she moves back between your legs your hands go to push her boxers down but she grabs them in her hands pressing you till your back is against the hood of the car and your hands are above your head. Leaning over you as she pecks your lips. Her other hand pulls your bra down letting your breast spill out over top of it. Her calloused hands groping you. She squeezes and massages your breast as she nips at your lips. “So beautiful.” She starts to move down your jaw towards your neck. “I have imagined fucking you just like this so many times. Jerking off to the thought of you cuming on my cock making a mess as I fuck you on a beautiful car. But it will never be more beautiful than you.” You can’t help but moan at her words. The thought of her jerking off to you has your pussy gushing.  “Please” You whimper. 

“Fuck.” Carol breathes. Not wanting to wait any longer she shuffles her boxers down with her one hand kicking them off while keeping your hands above your head. She takes her cock swiping it through your folds, nudging the head into your clit. A moan falling from your lips as she does so. She does this a few more times before lining herself up with your entrance. She leans her head against yours again. “Are you sure about this Y/n/n?” She asks you again. You move your legs to wrap around her waist. “Yes, just please fuck me already Carol. I want to feel you.” Your eyes pleading with her.

Both of your moans echo off the wall as Carol pushes the head into you. Slowly sinking her length into your tight velvety walls. Her hips pressing until they are flush with your ass making you gasp at the fullness. “So fucking tight.” She moans. “S-so big.” You moan. She gives you time to adjust to her size not wanting to hurt you. She lightly makes out with you waiting for a sign that you're ready. When you're ready you start to grind your hips into her. She groans into the kiss pulling almost all the way out before snapping her hips back into you. 

It doesn’t take long for Carol to start a fast and rough pace as she fucks into you. Your moans filling the room as she angles her hips just perfectly hitting the spot deep inside you that you’re already seeing stars. Carol leans up watching as your breasts bounce with every thrust of her hips. “Hands stay there.” She warns you as her hands release yours snaking down to your throat. She wraps her hand around your throat lightly squeezing causing a moan to be caught in your throat. 

It was a calculated move for Carol to test those waters but she is pleasantly surprised when your walls clench around her length as her hand tightens around your neck. A moan tumbling from her lips as you squeeze her tightly. Her hips pounding into you mercilessly relishing in just how good you feel wrapped around her. The hand not around your throat moves down your body, her fingers lightly drawing a path down your stomach before stopping at your bundle of nerves. Her finger pressing against your clit eliciting a loud moan from you. Her fingers then meticulously rubbing circles as the knot in your stomach grows. 

Carol’s pace never falters as she pounds into you so mesmerized by the beauty beneath her. Sprawled out on the car as she watches your blissed out face. Her cock disappearing into your cunt as she fucks you roughly.  Her thrust grows sloppy as your walls squeeze her tight. Your legs are slightly shaking around her hips. She can tell you’re close and so is she. Her grip on your throat tightening just a bit more and her fingers rub tight fast circles on your clit. You choke on your words as you try to tell her how close you are. “I know sweet girl. Cum all over my cock, make a mess.” She thrusts hard into you.

You moan as your walls clench hard around Carol, almost forcing her out as you cum hard. Your legs tighten around her waist and you resist the urge to grab onto her with your hands. Back arching up off the hood of the car as your eyes roll into the back of your head. A warm stream of white sticky liquid painting your walls as Carol fills you with her cum. The pleasure almost makes you black out. Carol slowly ruts into you prolonging both of your orgasms as you both slowly come down. A mix of both of your cums seeping out around Carol’s cock onto the hood of the car. 

Carol lets your throat go and pulls your body into hers. You wrap your arms around her tightly and nuzzle into her neck. Still joined together as you both catch your breaths. Carol chuckles and you feel her chest vibrating against you. “Guess I’m going to have to pay Steve extra to detail this car before getting it back to the owner.” You whine and hide more in her neck embarrassed at the mess you made and the prospect of your friend cleaning up your cum from the hood of this car. “Don’t worry sweetheart. He won’t ask questions. He is too much of a prude to ask. Also the extra cash will keep him quiet.” She kisses the side of your head. You hum at her response, kissing her neck lightly. 

You never expected that staying late tonight would lead you here. To the chance to finally be with the person you desired most but you're so thankful that Tony had you stay. You’re hoping now that you will be able to get closer and grow with Carol as you explore your new dynamic. You don’t know what you two are yet but you're hoping to be just hers. 

The silence between you two is broken when Carol slowly thrusts in and out of you causing you to moan. She kisses your neck before sinking her teeth into your pulse point. You dig your nails into her back whimpering. “F-Fuck.” Is all you can say as her pace picks back up. “Sorry sweetheart, I can't help myself. Want to fill you again.” She groans as your walls squeeze her. “Mhmm.” You mumble knowing that you are in for a long night and Steve will be paid a hefty amount to clean this car tomorrow.

[sansaorgana]

Ok but Buck getting jealous or riled up from a British Air Force trying to get at his gal 👀

EDIT: I've just realized I totally misread this and didn't notice it's about BRITISH Air Force sdfghjkl; I hope you forgive me 🤣 I'm an idiot, I swear to God. feel free to send it again so I'll write another one!!!

hi, babe 🧸 thank you for your request 💗 Buck and reader are in America while this short fic takes place. let's say he got a few weeks off to spend at home 🏡

i currently have 2 more requests in my inbox but i was busy watching the bear today and now i have a slight migraine so i'll deal with them tomorrow, sorry xx

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

"What are you thinking of, doll?" his deep voice made you look up and blink a few times like you couldn't believe that he was there; back in your arms, so close and so warm. You were slow dancing together with Buck for the past half an hour but you couldn't focus on the moment even though you knew you should. He wasn't back for good. Not yet.

"You've only a few missions left," you bit on your lower lip and he chuckled before leaning in to look deep into your eyes.

"Aw, don't think 'bout it, babe. I left it behind for a few weeks, yes?" he pecked your lips and you tried to smile. "Come on, why the long face?"

"I'm sorry," you sniffled back the tears forming in the corners of your eyes and shook your head.

"Makes me think you're not happy to see me back in town," he teased and spun you around gently before pressing you close to him again. "What? Won't be able to see a loverboy for a while?"

"Don't be stupid, Buck. There ain't no loverboy but you," you chuckled finally and pushed him softly.

"There better not be 'cause I'd have to fix his face right."

"Sure thing, big man," you gave him a wide smile and cupped his face to caress his cheeks. You loved seeing your hands on him. You especially loved seeing your engagment ring on your finger. "You look so handsome in that suit, Cleven."

"That's Major Cleven for you, big mouth," he winked at you and you pulled a face to make him laugh.

"Fetch me something to drink, will you, Major Cleven?" you leaned in to kiss his cheek and asked. "All that dancing made me thirsty."

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded and walked you back to the table that had been occupied by you two before. He grabbed his cap to put it back on his head and approached the bar.

In the meantime, you opened your purse and tried to find a compact mirror with the powder to fix your shining nose and forehead. You didn't notice that some man stood above you. When you were done with your looks, you closed the mirror with a loud pop sound and you almost jumped in your seat at the sound of a tall dark-haired guy that kept staring at you.

"Excuse me?" you asked and looked him up and down. He was wearing a suit like your Buck but he was no Major.

"Um, I'm sorry, I've just noticed a beautiful girl sitting here all by herself and… I thought that, well, uh, I'mma fix that, perhaps…?" he took his cap off and squeezed it nervously with one of his hands as his other one went behind his head to scratch it awkwardly.

"And you are…?" you tried not to laugh at him. He was kind of adorable in that.

"Um… Sergeant… Sergeant Tommy Smith, miss," he introduced himself.

"Sergeant?" you raised an eyebrow. "Have you been to Europe already?"

"No, miss, no, I… I am going soon… It's my last few weeks before I go," he explained and you could see sweat forming upon his forehead. "Can I… Can I perhaps sit down?" he proposed, probably not realizing how bold it was. But he looked like he was about to faint any given moment.

"Sure thing, honey," you moved a little to give him a spot next to you but you tried to find Buck amongst the crowd. You couldn't see him, though, which was no surprise because the place was full of people – airmen, soldiers and their sweethearts... or girls hoping to become sweethearts soon.

"You're so… So kind, miss," Tommy nodded his head at you as he sat next to you. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"Who said I was alone?" you smiled at him and he blushed. "Oh, don't worry, he's not the beating up kind, my man."

Tommy seemed to sigh with relief but then his eyes widened at the sight of someone standing behind you.

"Is… Is that him?"

"Oh, honey, he's not scary at all, my man, he's…" you started with a chuckle but then you turned around and you saw the man that Tommy had been referring to.

It wasn't Buck. He was huge, enormous even. You've never seen an uniform so tight on the muscles like that. And he was tall as well. Wearing sunglasses inside at night type of guy. He was handsome, oh yes, he was. But he had this aura around him as if he had thought that the whole wolrd revolved around him. He was also an airman and he was chewing gum arrogantly.

"Is that kid bothering you, love?" he asked.

"Um… No," you shook your head and tried to find Buck desperately with your eyes but there was still no sight of him. "Not at all," you added.

"I'll g-go now…" Tommy stood up to leave quietly.

"No, don't leave me…" you tried to plead in a whisper but he put his cap back on and disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

So, now you were left with the big guy.

"Finally. These new ones are like pests," he sighed and sat next to you without asking for permission.

"Excuse me…?" you squealed but he only laughed and took his sunglasses off to take a better look at you.

"Why so scared, gorgeous?" he grinned showing off a set of pearly white teeth.

"Care to at least give me your name?" you asked, trying to move as far away as possible while staying discreet.

"Let's say you're about to find out later that night when you're gonna scream it, sugar," he winked at you and you almost gagged.

"Oh, I do believe I already have a name to scream," you stated, deciding that perhaps being as vulgar as him would make him finally get the message. But that was not the case.

"That guy's?" he laughed. "That kid's?"

"No," you shook your head and looked around but Buck wasn't coming.

"Something tells me you're bluffing me, little one," he leaned in and you took a deep breath in, trying to calm yourself down.

"Why would I?" you raised your hand to show him your ring. He hummed and whistled at it.

"Nice piece, baby. But it can mean anything," he insisted. "I think you're just playing hard to get, am I right, sweetheart?"

"Please, I am not interested," you shook your head as he was trying to put his arm around you.

"Why not? You seemed to be interested in the other guy and he was a fucking nobody."

"He was kind… And he wasn't pushy," you tried to get away as he was moving closer and closer.

"What's your name, by the way, sugar?" the man asked.

"Her name is Mrs. Gale Cleven," Buck's familiar, deep and warm voice made you look up as you smiled through the tears of humiliation.

He was standing above you with a drink in his hand and he looked oh-so-pissed like you've never seen him before.

"Shit, man, you mean she's married to that Major Cleven?" the big man let go of you and stood up immediately, grabbing his sunglasses from the table. "Thanks for the heads up, dude. And you are…?"

"Major Gale Cleven, dude," Buck answered angrily and you watched how the creep's smile dropped instantly.

"Oh, there's… There's been some misunderstanding, Major, I… There was a young Sergeant bothering your wife and I…" he started to stutter.

Buck looked at you now and you knew that he wasn't angry at you but his intense bright eyes still caused a chill go down your spine.

"Is that true?" he asked.

"There was a young Sergeant talking to me, I invited him to sit with me. He was friendly," you nodded. "I did not require saving as far as I am concerned… You, on the other hand," you looked at the scared big guy, "you were far from polite and you didn't treat me like a lady at all."

Buck put the glass down loudly in front of you and stared at the guy with contempt as the muscles of his jaw twitched.

"Let's take it outside," he proposed as your eyes widened. Buck was never the type to start a bar fight or anything of that sort. And as much as you believed in your brave Major, you didn't want him to fight that huge man.

"Buck, honey," you stood up to put a hand on his chest, "let him go, he's just drunk. He's not worth getting in trouble."

"I'm sorry Major, I didn't mean to be rude to your wife, sir," the man saluted.

"You only apologize because you know she's my wife. Otherwise you'd keep bothering her," Buck squinted his eyes.

"No, sir."

"Yes, Lieutenant, now get the fuck out of here."

"Sir, yes, sir!" the man saluted for the last time before walking away as fast as possible.

"Buck!" you pushed him gently as your jaw dropped. "Where did you learn such language?"

He didn't answer, however. He sat down, took his cap off and ran his fingers through his hair. You could see his hands shaking from restraining himself. You decided to give him a moment so you just sat down as well and sipped on your drink.

"Thanks for the coke, baby," you whispered eventually.

"You're welcome. The queue was long, sorry 'bout that."

"Oh, no need to be sorry," you caressed his tense arm. "Buck, you're okay?"

"Yeah, um, no," he looked up to meet your gaze and you furrowed your brow. He took your left hand and caressed your knuckles. "We should get married for real."

"I know, baby," you smiled widely, "when you come back to me for good, yes?"

"No, now," he insited all of sudden in a serious tone. "What if I don't come back for good?"

"Oh, don't say that! You've only a few missions left and… And this is supposed to ensure that you come back! God won't let you die when he knows you've a marriage to look forward to!"

"I want you to be safe if I don't come back," he didn't listen to you. "You'll have more privileges as a widow."

"Why are you bringing this up?!" you could feel tears forming in your eyes. "You were the one to tell me to stop thinking about it."

"But that jerk made me realize a thing or two, alright? Shh… Shh…" he cupped your face and kissed you. "Don't you want to be Mrs. Gale Cleven for real, sweetheart?"

"I… I do," you chuckled and nodded.

"God," he sighed and pecked your lips one more time, "thinking of you wearing my surname makes me dizzy more than any turbulence I've ever had to deal with."

"Just you wait and see, Major," you laughed through the tears, "being married to me will be the worst turbulence you'll ever experience."

"I hope that's a promise, doll."

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[thineferalrats]

NSFW alphabet///Vander

Warnings: nsfw content (MDNI 🔞)

I havnt spell checked this yet.

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A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He is DEFINITELY a aftercare guy, making sure your taken care, he’s a busy man so the aftercare sometimes is not as long as he would want it to be sometimes but he douse what he can, even if it’s just words of affirmation or a-lot of kisses and hugs after a quicky (if tho they don’t happen often cuz he really douse not care for them) but when he douse have time he WILL cuddle you all night and kiss you, and tell you how amazing it was, and remind you how gorgeous you are. Definitely keep the praise up even after everything is done.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself I think we can all agree his arms, or his hair, I feel he’s very proud of his hair being nice and full for his age ya know.

Now ok his partner, no one can tell me he is not a tittie guy, size is not really the thing but he definitely would not mind barring his head in some nice big tits (who wouldn’t) or maybe even a thigh kinda guy, but I also feel like his like non sexual favorite part would be your face, or more specifically your smile seeing you laugh or smile is one of the best sights on earth in his opinion

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)  

Creampies. All that needs to be said. I feel like in the beginning of y’all’s relationship he would use a condom but once he’s comfort with you, your gonna need some birth control or be ready for kiddo number 5, but if birth control is not a option he would understand and use protection or pull out. Also hear me out I feel like he Definitely gets off when you give him head and shallow it ya know.

D: Dirty Secret

Definitely thought about either 1. Fucking you as hard as humanly possible In an ally way, (especially when you tease him when walking home) or 2. Bending you over the bar and pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow, with or without people but these are just fantasy’s he probably won’t act on since he don’t wanna get caught in a ally by someone he knows or worse the kids and the bar one would just get him in trouble but then again tease him enough and the first one might just seem just reasonable enough

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he definitely knows what he’s doing, he’s been alive for 45 years so he’s definitely picked up a thing or two from his very eventful youth, he definitely knows how to eat you out to the point your nails are engraving scratch marks on the wooden beside table, now he douse not really know much about the well kinkyer side of thing but knows the basics and some other small things and is good at it definitely

F: Favorite Position

Now he’s not a complete vanilla person but this man loves some good old missionary lets me honest, he likes being able to see your face and have access to your clit to. But I also feel like he enjoys Cowgirl to so we can see all the expressions you make. I feel like he wouldn’t mind doggystyle either tbh, on your side to when y’all wake up or something to.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

If something funny happens like you falling off the bed he’s gonna laugh but also ask if your ok why laughing, he’s a very humorous dude ya know

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Man douse his best but he douse not get much time to shave with 4 kids running around causing mayhem everywhere they go. I feel like to be honest he really don’t care to shave unless it gets bad. Now if it bothered you or something he definitely do his best to shave as often as he had time to

I: Intimate (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s a really intimate guy, loves telling you how gorgeous you are but also don’t get me wrong the second you where to ask him “faster or harder” he would go FERAL cuz I feel like he definitely holds back because he douse not wanna hurt you or anything but he douse enjoy a nice and easy intimate time with you. I feel like he secretly has no patience, but he has grown to have some because of the kids and stuff.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He most definitely used to, but I feel like now he douse it like non to very little, mainly cuz of the kids but when you came into his life he felt no need to. Cuz he’d rather have you then his own hand, the only way I could see this man doing it is if he’s had a really long day and your asleep when he comes to bed and he needs to blow off some steam or something.

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)  

I think everyone has agreed this man has a breeding kink which as you see now explains why I said what I did before hand about the creampies. Bro has a bondage kink, (both ways), definitely douse not mind putting his hand around your neck but he would really wanna squeeze or anything cuz he douse not wanna hurt you in any way. Anyway No one can argue with these, Size kink and overstimulation (both ways) and marking for sure but would help you hide the marks if you wanted to

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom. Other places are to Risky for his liking, he douse not want the kids walking in on anything, now it’s not his favorite but if it called for it and he couldn’t make it to the bedroom and yall having sexual tension up to the sky and the bar is closed and the kids are asleep, The bar but the doors are being locked and clothes won’t come completely off.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Let’s be honest here man has a high sex drive but don’t ever admit it, cuz really all it takes is you giving him a decent view or sneaky kisses, or even just whispering something in his ear, but he has the some insane willpower and will wait till y’all are alone, I also feel like being confidant would get him going like you helping him behind the bar and when no one’s paying attention whisper how badly you want him and then walk away or act like you’ve said nothing.

A good way tho to get railed into the mattress is small teasing all through the day running your hands in his hair that or a very sneak brush against his crotch, like moving by him and pressing your ass into him or something, but making it seem innocent but he’s knows it was on purpose cuz he’s smart he’ll figure it out,

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything like really kinky or rough like slapping punching and he’s definitely against knife play won’t go near it, I mean he don’t mind being rough with you when railing you, but anything thst would hurt you just no

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He really enjoys eating you out let’s be honest tho, he loves sees your head go back and your back arch off the bed (or bar) when your about to finish, he loves when your thighs squeeze around his face to be honest

But with that I wanna say he definitely loves when you give him head let’s be honest, as I said before this ties in, but like he definitely likes it, being able to grab your hair and mouth fuck you is chefs kiss for him

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I feel like at first he would be gental but the longer y’all are doing it the faster that man is getting intell he reaches absolute feral, definitely would have to bite something or have your mouth covered near the end

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not a fan, he’s a very romantic and he really can’t be romantic or anything with quickies, he would much rather take his time with you, but if you have been teasing him all day and he knows he’s not gonna get the time in a good minute to fuck you into the mattress, he’ll settle for a quickie in the storage room with the door locked

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not really a risky person because again he douse not want the kids walking in on anything. Now before the kids he was a very risky and an experimental person. But has calmed down ALOT now that the kids are in his life and you. I feel like he’s still a little experimental, he’s willing to try anything with in reason that you wanna try

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc.)

He has ALOT of stamina, u can’t tell me don’t, bro was a one man army. He can definitely go 3-4 rounds or 5 if the rounds are not long, but he definitely prefers to draw them out for awhile, he will make you finish more then he douse, like bro will finish idk 3 or 4 times in the end and you’ll finish like 5 times now this is if y’all have the time, this is another reason he’s not a fan of quickies, now In his younger years I feel like he definitely hade quickies and maybe even some one night stands.

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I feel like he’s not a big fan of them cuz he feels if a toy can do it so can he, but if there was a toy you wanted to use or try he wouldn’t be against it as long as it’s not to extreme, I feel like he definitely wouldn’t mind vibrators tho, using a small one on your clit why fucking you, he could approve of because really the better you feel the better he feels (he’s such a service top),

now toys for him I feel like he’s not a big fan of cuz for him your enough and he has no interest or need for them.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

I feel like he definitely will tease you, whisper in your ear or give you a sneaky kiss the on the neck or slap on the ass. He definitely douse not mind you teasing him back just as long as it’s not obvious and you do it sneakily, definitely if there’s no one around he will reach put his hands up your shirt or down your pants but only for a second and then go back to whatever he was doing.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I feel like he’s not a extremely vocal during it but that’s just because of this kids I feel like if your alone and no one’s in the house he’d definitely make some decent noise, I feel like he mainly just likes hearing you noises you make, definitely would encourage your noises if your home alone but if there’s kids home he’d cover your mouth or give you something to bite (even if it’s himself)

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He definitely would not mind being a bottom and letting you be in control sometimes as long as you know what your doing and you feel good, since he’s always been the one in charge of everything I feel like he’d enjoy a break from it and letting someone boss him around a bit would be a good break for him, definitely feel like he would blush and crumble if you called him a good boy and praised him. Plus this ties in with him liking cowgirl definitely.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)  

Just DAM, bro is a big man so he definitely is at least packing a good 9 inch’s (or more) feel like girth is just a 10/10 to lets be honest.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

As I said before man has a higher sex drive then he would probably like, one look from you and he’d wanna go feral. I feel like if he had a partner that was the same way there would be a decent amount of sexy time

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

He’s a dad what do ya think, he can fall asleep anywhere and everywhere, he’d make sure your ok and comfortable first tho before even thinking about falling asleep, and would cuddle you. He’d be very easy to wake up tho if you needed something tho, but i definitely feel like it depends on how tired he is before yall even did anything.

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A/n- JESUS this took longer then i expected I would have made them longer if i had the time and I might add on to them later on.

Hope yall liked itttttt 💕💕💕💕



[stars4gojo]

Invisible string

Dad!Gojo x Fem!reader // Young Megumi and Tsumiki mentioned at the end // fluff angst if you squint, found family trope // 1k words

(Not proofread pls don’t kill me for any spelling or grammar mistakes)

Megumi is yet again in another fight but refuses to open up about this one leaving you and Gojo confused and worried

One single thread of gold tied me to you

More of my work 🤍

You’re sitting in the teachers lounge at Jujutsu high alongside Shoko, who’s drinking her daily dose of caffeine while you go through your paperwork.

You pay no mind when Gojo flops on the couch next to you whining loudly to grab your attention. 

You ignore it the first time, you let it slide the second but now it’s the third time and you’re slowly losing your patience.

“You’re just really gonna leave me hanging like this?” Gojo asks raising his blindfold from one eye so he can see you clearly. 

You let out a deep sigh as you turn towards him giving him a deadpanned look. 

“I’m busy right now Satoru.” You replied as you went back to finishing up paperwork. 

“Too busy for me? Your strong, beautiful, handsome boyfriend?” Gojo asked and you could almost hear the pout forming on his lips. 

Shoko let out a little chuckle, “You sure he’s good mopping around like that?” She asked in amusement.

“Let him be, he’s probably gonna complain about Megumi again.” You replied as if you were used to his antics.

“Megumi..?” Shoko questioned as she pondered to herself you just shook your head in response with a smile tugging on your lips at your friend’s forgetfulness. 

“Ah! The Zenin child?” Shoko asked as she snapped her fingers and you only hummed in response.

“So Gojo what about the Zenin?” Shoko asked now turning her attention towards your sulky man child. 

“Well I’m glad you asked Shoko, unlike some people here.” Gojo replied, suddenly energetic - putting emphasis on the word some. 

“He has a great technique and potential but he’s just, so ugh what’s the word for it..” Gojo started as he thought about his word choices.

“Satoru if you’re here to complain to us about how you’re getting bullied by a 7 year old we don’t wanna hear about it.” You replied while a little chuckle escaped your mouth.

Gojo squinted his eyes at you as he continued, “Well you wouldn’t know how it feels! Cause as soon as you’re there he’s all rainbows and unicorns and suddenly wants to eat all of his vegetables and wants to brush his teeth on time.” He rolled his eyes.

You got up from your seat making way to the couch, holding his face in your hands.

“I’m sorry Toru.” You said as his eyes lit up. “Is there anything I can help with?” You added.

“You two make me sick” Shoko spoke under her breath as she got up making her way out of the room. 

“Megumi got in a fight again in school and he’s refusing to do any training today.” Gojo said with a sigh.

“He got into another WHAT?” Satoru i told you to contact me when this happens. Did you get called into school? God please help me if you told him to use cursed energy when he gets into fight again because I will NOT be holding back.” You spoke fast, clearly distressed.

“Relax y/n I spoke to the teacher and I did not tell him to tuck his thumb this time or use cursed energy.” He said and you could only sign in relief. 

“It’s just that he…he’s not sharing why he fought in the first place.” Gojo started speaking as his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

“Well usually, he says that they were bullies but this time his mouth his shut couldn’t even get him to open up during a froyo session.” Gojo added.

“So please just talk to him? You always seem to know what to say and he likes you more anyways.” Gojo asked and your heart melted a little at his sincerity. 

“Ok, I’ll pick him up from school tomorrow and I’ll speak to him. You don’t worry about it you big baby.” You replied as you pinched his cheeks. 

So, this is how you found yourself picking up Megumi from school and he was more than shocked to see you waving at exactly pickup time - Gojo almost always runs late or sends Ijichi to pick him up instead.

“Hi Megumi how was school.” You asked as he buckled his seatbelt.

“You’re not at work today?” Megumi asked as he put his eyebrows up in question.

“Well I wanted to talk to you Megumi, why’d you get into a fight yesterday hm?” You asked softly, being extra cautious.

“I told him not to tell you, I knew you’d be mad.” Megumi huffed out.

“Mad? Gumi I’m not mad at all i just wanna know why it happened so I can help you.” You replied looking at him through the rear-view mirror. 

“Well they were saying mean things.” He huffed again folding his arms to his chest. 

“Were they saying mean things to someone else? Or was it about you Megumi? You need to tell me so I can help you.” You asked gently.

“It was nothing you need to worry about.” Megumi harshly spoke back and you could only frown in response.

“I won’t be mad.” You added.

“They said mean things about me.” He replied after a minute of silence.

“What did they say Megumi?” You asked again.

“They said I don’t have a real dad or mom and that their moms tell them to not hang out with me cause you and Gojo are weird.” He said avoiding eye contact, embarrassed about getting worked up over something like this.

You gave him a tight lipped smile in response, not knowing where to start.

“You don’t have say anything I don’t have a mom or dad but it’s okay cause I’ve got you guys.” He said, almost murmuring as a light blush formed on his already rosy cheeks.

“You’re right Megumi, you don’t have a mom or dad but you have me and Gojo. You know we love you and Tsumiki a lot so next time someone says anything about you or our family you go straight to a teacher or tell me or Gojo and we will figure it out hm?” You asked turning around for a second to give him a reassuring smile as he nodded in response.

“Right, you do know that you owe Satoru an apology for yesterday? Skipping out on lessons and being mean to him.” You questioned while raising one eyebrow.

“Yeah yeah I’ll do that.” He spoke putting his head down in shame as you could only giggle.

To be fair those parents were not wrong, Gojo definitely gave everyone the wrong impression from his immature humour and Megumi’s dad did walk out on him but, that’s okay because your little, slightly dysfunctional family is now his home and forever. 

[cherr-22]

TNGDH 36

The cause of the attack was a pack of starved wyverns.

It wasn’t uncommon for demonic beasts to come down near the territory after suffering from hunger during the long winter.

However, the damage was too much for that.

Not only was the castle heavily damaged, there were also quite a few casualties. An hour had passed since Kyle left, yet there were no news sent to the shelter. There was an uneasy silence.

“It was my first time seeing a wyvern like that…….”

The voice filled with fear got me jumping up. I hurriedly walked through the darkness towards the voice.

“How was it different than usual?”

“Ah, you’re the demonic beast specialist. The one close to the Grand Duke…….”

I nodded my head and pressed for further explanation.

“Originally, wyverns are low-level beasts among the dragon clan. They are vicious and often travel in packs, but hunting them is not difficult. However…….”

The man gulped nervously and clenched his shaking fists.

“When the knights’ spears pierced the wyvern’s body…… a terrible odor came from the blood. The spears and the ground… they corroded upon coming in contact with the blood.”

“A-and the wyvern was the biggest I’ve ever seen!”

“Its horn was pointed and sharp…….”

I unconsciously held my breath as I listened to them.

A beast similar to wyverns but larger, its blood emitting a foul odor and corroding anything it touches even after the beast’s death…

‘Drake…….’

It was a monster wyvern from the game I developed.

I took out the Demonic Beast Encyclopedia from my inventory and frantically flipped through the pages. Then, I read and read again the page that introduced the wyvern.

Everything I just heard was true. It wasn’t a wyvern from this world. It was an abnormal phenomenon just like the swamp goat case.

“……Ha.”

Haha.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

What on earth are you asking me to do? How could I bear this guilt?

*

Thankfully, the Blake estate was stronger than I had thought. The people who had been trembling and unable to sleep in the shelter last night got up the next day, wiped away their tears, and began rebuilding the castle.

They were strong people.

They were people who knew how to swallow down their sorrows despite the castle falling, their houses destroyed, and losing their loved ones. Everyone here was like that. They were people who worked hard for tomorrow.

I rubbed away my watery eyes and observed Kyle who was commanding the knights from afar.

He looked very haggard. It took a lot of time for the commotion to calm down, so he probably didn’t have even a moment to rest. He must’ve stayed up all night without having even a sip of water.

I looked down at the cookie crumbs left in my palm. I ate it in a hurry, but I didn’t know how many I bought during this mess.

I now barely had 20 percent of Miracle Points. I only realized now that I used up quite a lot.

I had no choice. I couldn’t disappear from the shelter suddenly, and I was afraid that Kyle might come find me when the commotion was over.

[‘Summon’ will be canceled in 3 minutes.]

‘I ate so many and yet I only have 3 minutes left.’

I smiled helplessly and went back into the castle. A bright light enveloped my body, and when I opened my eyes, I was back in the familiar study room.

[(。﹏。*)]

The system repeatedly appeared and disappeared while watching my reactions. I quietly watched the system windows before rolling over with a sigh.

Let’s first do the things we could do. Nothing will resolve if we rush things.

‘Right. Let’s take it slow, one by one…….’

I went into the hut, curled into a ball, and went to sleep.

I wished for tomorrow to come quickly.

*

The castle was busy the next day as well.

It’ll most likely be busy for the next couple days. The proof of that was Kyle, who didn’t come into the study at all yesterday. Although, I wasn’t sure if he came to my room to look for me.

“Stop worrying about him. He’s doing well.”

I mumbled to myself and pulled the bowstring.

Both the string and my arms trembled. I pulled as hard as I could, yet the trembling wouldn’t stop. It wasn’t this hard when Kyle was helping me.

“Ugh…….”

I lost my grip as sweat covered my hands. Ting. The arrow flew, hit the tree next to the target, and fell to the ground.

I didn’t know if I had no talent or if I didn’t have enough exercise. It could be both.

I held back my sigh and pulled out another arrow.

I think I already fired twenty arrows, but only a few hit properly. Still, I practiced everyday while thinking of the people who worked hard to return back to their daily lives.

A week has passed since then.

At first, I used ‘Summon’ and tried to help the people around me, but I ended up being in the way. They were well-experienced and already knew what they had to do, so I just picked up the bow instead.

As a result, my skills with the bow increased significantly, but I still wasn’t good enough to be of any help. There was no way I could improve with only two hours of practice per day.

“Six shots. You’ve improved a lot.”

A voice came from behind me while I was bandaging my hand. When I turned my head, I saw Kyle looking straight at the target.

“……Aren’t you busy?”

“The things that needs the most attention have been sorted out. We’re at the final stage of recovery, so there is no need for me there.”

“How did you know I was here?”

“I came yesterday too.”

“Yes?”

I had no idea.

I spaced out with my mouth wide open and tried to remember. Did I make any mistakes during my practice yesterday? I didn’t talk with the system, right? Or what about fisting up into the air?

[o(*°///°*)o]

I ignored the system’s strange expectations and smiled sheepishly. The system has been acting weirder and weirder lately.

But why did His Highness take time out of his busy schedule to see me secretly?

“You should’ve said something.”

“You were concentrating. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

He gently squeezed my hand. The tip of my finger twitched at his soft touch.

After practicing for a whole week, my hands turned red and swollen. I recover quickly but making the same wounds at the same spot prevented it from healing.

“Ugh…….”

“Shh.”

Kyle soothed me and applied ointment to my entire palm.

The round container smelled like grass that was dried and then boiled. It wasn’t a good smell. Still, I didn’t dislike it when Kyle applied it thoroughly onto my hands while blowing lightly.

I examined his complexion as he tied the wounds with a white handkerchief.

It was a concern every time I saw his tired face. Although, before I used ‘Summon’, I’ve already seen him as Cashew. Even in these hectic times, Kyle came to prepare my meal every morning. He didn’t kiss me though.

“Don’t overdue it. You can’t improve your skills by rushing.”

“I know. But…….”

“The wound needs to heal and toughen before you can build a new foundation on top of it. If you keep holding onto the bow with a hand that hasn’t healed, it’s not a surprise that you improve slower than you expect.”

His gentle voice made me relax my tense body. I glanced down and saw my hand was done being treated before I knew it. It used to sting from just a light touch, but now I only felt a dull pain. There was no discomfort when I opened and closed my hand.

In that time, Kyle cleaned up the area and put back the bow and arrows I used. He then lightly pulled at the hand that wasn’t hurt.

“If you’re not busy, let’s go.”

“To where?”

“The market is up again. They’re also selling the duck dish and quilted clothes you taught to the people.”

“Ah.”

I quickly checked the system window. I had roughly 30 minutes left.

‘……It should be okay if it’s just for a little while?’

As Cashew, I didn’t get to see Kyle often these days and as Shu, we didn’t talk much.

Even if Kyle wasn’t here, I was curious if they followed my recipe well and how they were selling the clothes. How has the castle been repaired and what expressions do the people have now? I wanted to know. I wanted to see what it was like now.

I cleared my throat and took his hand.

“Then exactly 30…… no, 20 minutes.”

“Alright.”

He smiled.

The tired handsome man looked even more handsome when he smiled. It’s not like his face fits my preference… wait. No, this has nothing to do with my preference. A face like this would make anyone drool.

As we walked towards the market, I swallowed my saliva. Kyle looked down at me and asked.

“Are you hungry?”

“……Uhhh. Yes!”

How sharp.

The corners of his lips trembled and drew into an arc. I avoided his gaze and hurried my steps.

“We should’ve ate before coming here.”

“No. There’s food everywhere here. We can eat those. Wow. That looks delicious! Oh, there are skewers over there!”

I felt embarrassed and rambled on.

In front of us was a stall selling demonic beast meat grilled until golden brown. Kyle paid for them and I took a big bite out of the skewer. I looked around the bustling market.

The people’s faces have become much brighter than they were a few days ago. There were still some places that haven’t been repaired yet, but it seemed like they were making good progress. They even finished making the funerals for those who passed away during the attack.

He spoke while I stood in place.

“There will be a memorial service tomorrow.”

He said it would be a long night. A hint of sadness could be heard in his low voice.

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[polaroidbills]

GET'CHA HEAD IN THE GAME

˚✧₊ ( 🏀 📕 ) sim jake - an imagine

genre/cw: jake x fem!reader, angsty, fluffy, basketball player x nerd(?), kissing, forbidden love(ish)

word count: 3052

synopsis: jake sim is the captain of the basketbal team, but he needs some help with his grades. he decides to ask a random girl at a party, who's reading a book, to be his tutor. they start to fall for each other, but what happens when their friends want them to stick to the status quo?

—> mega inspired by high school musical 1 (jake as troy and y/n as gabriella!)

cameos: yeonjun (txt), beomgyu, (txt), and taehyun (txt)

a/n: i thought of this idea at like 1am. and it's a bit rushed but whatever. enjoy!

now playing... start of something new - hsm

i walk into the house party, with the slight smell of alcohol filling my nose. i find the first empty spot on a secluded couch and start reading.

parties were never really my thing. but my mom forced me to go, since i never go out. she thought it would be nice for me to get to know the people in the neighborhood more, since i just moved here.

music blares into my ear drums as i read.

"really? you're reading at a party like this?" i am interrupted.

"well i guess," i say still keeping my eyes on the book.

i feel the couch dip on my rightside and i turn to see a cute guy sitting next to me.

"i'm jake," he puts his hand right in front of the page to shake it.

i sigh and close the book as he leaves me no choice, "y/n."

"i don't think i've seen you around? are you new?"

"yeah i just moved here a week ago."

"ohh cool cool. so you're into that learning and reading stuff right?"

"uh yeah i guess. my grades are good soo."

"great, 'cause i actually need a tutor.. i'm the captain of the basketball team and i won't be able to continue if my grades keep going down. could you help me?"

of course he chooses a party to pick out the one girl who's reading a book to be his tutor.

"um sure? i guess? that would look good on my resumes."

"great! so i'll see you around? what's your num-"

"yo jake!" a shout from across the room is heard, "c'mere!"

"sorry gotta go! i'll see you in school though right?"

"yeah! uh-" and he's gone. just like that.

i guess i tutor now?

well, tomorrow's my first day anyway.

march 27, 2021 was my first day on junior year in a completely different school. everything was different. i was in a different country, city, timezone, and environment.

my first day went by smoothly. i got to know the school a lot and observed the cliques and groups. no one really noticed me, which didn't bother me at all. i liked being invisible sometimes. i have no worries and no drama.

i sit myself down at a table in the cafeteria and start eating, yet again, opening up my book.

i them feel a sort of presence by my side. i look up and low and behold, jake sim.

from what i've heard, jake sim is the captain of the basketball team, and the son of the coach. pretty much the most popular guy in school, and probably the most good-looking. his number is 16.

"hey," he says sitting down, "whatcha reading?"

"normal people by sally rooney. it's my favourite."

"oh cool cool. um so listen, we could have our first tutor session at free period today? in the library?"

i close my book and look at him, finally getting a good look at his face. he's cute.

"uh sure. i wasn't expecting it to be today but yeah, i'll meet you in the library at free period."

"okay great! oh and could i get your number so just in case something happens?"

"sure!" we exchange numbers and he walks away, going back to his friends, and i go back to my book.

my math class was good too. i was busy copying down notes and equations my teacher was writing down. but i noticed a mistake.

"shouldn't it be x=7? and not x=1?" it appears i sid it out loud a little to loudly.

"i'm sorry? did you have something to say y/n?" my teacher asks.

"uh shouldn't it be x=7?" i ask once again.

"that would be quite literally impossible-" she checks on her calculator, "i stand corrected!"

after class, a girl approaches me.

"hey would you like the join the scholastics decathlon? we have a championship coming up and you would be perfect for our team! i'm minji by the way!"

"oh um sure! i've been trying to get involved a little more and doing things out of my box, so why not?"

"great!"

i am now committed to being a tutor and a scholastic decathlon member. i wonder what's next?

the day zooms by and now it's free period.

i grab my books and head off to the library, where i sit and wait for jake to arrive.

i wait and wait for him. where is he? it's been almost half an hour since we were supposed to start and i'm growing impatient.

i start packing up my things, thinking i've been punked and stood up and that he won't show up. but before i can, a boy comes running down the library and in front of me.

"i'm- sorry i'm- late i- had to avoid- sunghoon 'cause he wanted- to play ball," obviously out of breath jake explains himsef as he sits down.

"well let's get started!" i hurriedly get straight into it, not wanting to waste time.

"and don't forget that x is the variable not just a random letter."

"woah it makes soo much more sense now!"

i finish the lesson up smoothly after about an hour.

"thank you so much! i really appreciate this! tomorrow again?"

"yeah sure! and i can check your homework answers then!"

we close our books and grab our things, leaving the library.

its been about two weeks since i've been tutoring jake. and he's made a lot of progress. we've aso been getting a lot closer. we're friends now.

i ended up telling minji about it and she gave me mixed feelings. she told me that the scholastic decathlon is in two weeks and i need to focus on it, and not on jake. i didn't know how to respond, i just nodded and walked away.

(jake's pov)

i have another tutor session today with y/n. and its been heping a lot. i got an a in my math class, and a b in english.

we're also a lot closer than before. we've even hung out outside of school and tutoring. like to a coffee shop or something. i'm starting to really like her i think. i mean she's pretty, smart, kind, and soo helpful. i don't know if she feels the same though.

i leave for the library. and as i open the door, sunghoon steps in front of me.

"so you've been ditching playing ball during free period to go to the library? really? basketball during free period is our thing."

"i'm sorry. it's just if i keep my bad grades, i won't be able to play basketball. so i need to study-"

"jake!" y/n waves to me and sunghoon turns to see who it is. i return the wave and continue the conversation with sunghoon.

"who's that? isn't that the new girl?"

"oh uh yeah. she's been tutoring me- and it's really helping."

"you've been ditching me to study with her?"

"uh yeah i guess. she's really smart and helpful and i think i'm starting to like her."

"look- i gotta go, but all i have to say is to stick to basketball. don't go dating a nerd and start being all book wormy. and don't forget the championship game is in two weeks."

as he walks away, i'm left speechless.

stick to basketball? i'm just trying to get my grades up, right? or is he right? am i just using these sessions to get closer to y/n?

i shake my head, shoo away those thoughts, and make my way to y/n.

(y/n's pov)

i see jake finish his conversation and make his way to me.

"look! i brought snacks this time!"

"oh cool."

"you seem down, is something up?" i notice his slouchy posture and low voice.

"no it's nothing."

"you sure? you know you can tell me anything right?"

"yeah i just really don't wanna talk about it right now."

"oh that's okay. hmm i think i have something that can cheer you up! come with me!" i grab his wrist and run to the school gym.

when i grab his wrist, electricity shoots through me. i really like him. i can't explain it. the way his hair flows, his honey-like smile, and the way he csn make me laugh no matter what. i'm in love.

"the gym?"

"yeah! we're gonna play some basketball!" i grab a ball from the rack.

"really? you know how to play?" he walks to me.

"well- no. not exactly." i shoot the ball, but it completely air balls and misses the basket.

"i'll teach you."

jake walks closer to me and shows how to position myself to shoot.

"bend your knees and elbows and jump. don't forget to follow through with your other hand."

i follow his steps and attempt to shoot, but again it completely misses. laughing it off, i grab the ball to try again.

"here- could i touch you?" he gestures to my elbow and hands.

i keep my eyes on the ball, not daring to look him in the eye. it's too dangerous.

"this like this," he moves my elbow more, so it's bent. "andd your hand over here," he places my hand on the side of the ball.

my heart is racing. he's never been this close.

"and shoot!" i throw the ball and it actually makes it into the net. swish!

"ah! i did it! it went in!" i gasp turning to jake jumping into the air.

the surprised look on his face is so cute.

"look at us! we help each other!" i say and peck him on the cheek.

i turn around to shoot again. but i feel a hand on my wrist.

jake grabs my wrist and turns me back to him. i'm struck and can't move. he comes closer to me. even closer than before. i drop the ball as he closes the space and puts his lips on mine.

we're kissing. i didn't know he felt this way too.

the kiss is slowly and lovely. but he pulls apart to breath.

i stare into his eyes.

"y/n i really like you. like really really like you. you're all i think about."

i'm speechless at the sudden confession. but i'm glad to hear how he feels.

"and you might not-"

"i really like you too!" i interrupt him. his eyes instantly light up. and he starts to smile.

"really?"

"yes. i've been waiting for you to make a move."

"well i'm making it now. will you be my girlfriend?"

"yes."

a week had gone by of me and jake dating. i can't believe it's real. we're together. like for real.

i've never been happier.

(sunghoon's pov)

i walk over to mingi, y/n's best friend to come up with a plan.

"look i have a plan, and i hope it works."

we wait for jake in the locker room before practice. we created a presentation for him.

he walks in and we start.

"choi yeonjun! class of '99 captain, championship mvp, and legend! also known as ace!" i start off.

"choi beomgyu! class of '01 captain and championship mvp! also known as baller beom!" jay continues.

"kang taehyun! class of '02 captain and championship mvp! also known as lightning!" heeseung adds.

"no one of which were involved in books and studying. they won these games because they kept their eyes on the prize and didn't get distracted with books days before the championship game."

"get your head in the game!"

"look guys if you don't think i'll give it my 110% into this game, then you don't know me," we start setting up the camera.

"but we just thought-"

"no here's what i thought. i thought we were a team, i thought we were friends. we lose and win together."

"but then the girl and the studying."

"dude i'm for the team! i've always been for the team!"

(y/n's pov)

i am sat down by minji.

"in a world full of poverty and inequality, a game of basketball plays. though it's entertaining and fun, it provides nothing for this world! thats is the world of jake sim. rather than genorousity and change, he has slam dunks and fouls! unlike oprah winfrey and eleanor roosevelt. that is the inevitable world of jake sim."

"um i have a tutor session soon. i should really go."

"y/n! pay attention."

"dude i'm for the team! i've always been for the team!" the screen plays. i turn to the screen which shows jake.

"and the girl is just someone i met! alright? and the studying is nothing, it means nothing to me! it's probably just a way to ease my nerves and distract me! i don't know. but you're my guys and my team. y/n means nothing to me! i'll forget about her and the studying! are you happy now?"

suddenly it feels as if my heart has been shattered and stomped on like glass.

this is how jake really feels. it all meant nothing.

"this is the real world of jake sim."

tears starts filling up into my eyes. as they flow i realize how jake just used me for grades.

i walk out of the room not wanting to be there any longer.

a few minutes later i reach my locker to grab mu things and leave.

"hey! what's up?" jake comes up beside me but i ignore. "there's something i wanna talk about with you."

"yeah about how i meant nothing to you and that i'm just some girl you met? and how you can just forget about me?"

"y/n-"

"i really liked you jake. how could you?" i walk away as tears form in my eyes once again.

"y/n?"

the doorbell is heard and my mom answers the door. i walk halfway down the stairs.

"hi mrs. y/l/n, i'm jake."

"ohh so you're jake," i gesture to my mom to not let him in or tell him i'm here.

"is y/n here?"

"oh um sorry she isn't here right now."

"oh. that's okay, thanks though," he walks away and i go back upstairs.

the next few days go by and now the scholastic decathlon is in two days.

i've been doing everything in my power to avoid jake. in the cafeteria i sit at a different table. and i turn the other way if i see him, completely disregarding him.

minji could clearly see how hurt i was, i couldn't even focus on studying or reading. i just spaced out, and ignored everyone.

jake has tried to talk to me multiple times, but seeing that i wasn't going to talk to him, he stopped trying.

"y/n! the decathlon is in two days! pay attention!"

"i'm sorry it's just- my mind is in a different place."

"look y/n. i have something to tell you," minji sits.

"we knew sunghoon could make jake say things like that. we planned it all. we thought what jake would say would keep your mind focused on the decathlon. but it seems to have done the opposite."

"you planned it all?"

"yes. sunghoon made jake say those things."

"no one made jake say anything. be said those things himself."

(jake's pov)

what have i done? she completely ignores me and avoids me every chance she gets.

words can't explain how empty and bad i feel.

sunghoon see it too. i keep missing simple lay-ups or space out in the middle of practice. clearly not keeping my head in the game.

i don't know what to do.

"jake! pass the ball!"

"oh sorry-"

"dude the championship game is in two days."

"sorry man. my mind keeps getting distracted. i don't even know what i did."

"i know."

"what?"

"our team and the scholastic decathlon team made a plan to keep your guys' heads focused. but it didn't work. i made you say those things in the locker room and we live streaming it onto minji's computer. y/n was watching and heard what you said. we thought it would help you not get distracted."

"you did what?" i run out of the gym, in a hurry to y/n's house. i wasn't planning on doing this today, but it's now or never.

(y/n's pov)

my phone rings.

jake <3

i decide to pick it up this time.

"hello?"

"y/n. i'm sorry. i know you might not forgive me but please. i could never forget about you. you've been on my mind 24/7. i can't even focus during practice. my life without you is a misery. please come back."

"jake i don't know- you said i meant nothing."

"i know i did. and no excuse could make up for it. but just know that i love you. i love you so much. please."

"jake-"

"i got you something before you say anything else."

"jake what?"

"turn around."

i turn around to the window and there stands jake on my balcony. a surprised smile plays on my face. i walk over to open the door and hang up the phone.

"what're you doing here?"

"i got you this," he hands me a book.

"no way. you did not. A SIGNED COPY?! oh my god! thank you!!" i impulsively pull him into a hug, not thinking. "oh sorry," i awkwardly laugh.

"no no it's okay. i liked it, " he smiles.

"look y/n. i'm so sorry. words couldn't describe it so i thought i could give you this instead. open the pages."

i open the book. "oh. my. god. jake." i'm in awe.

"you annotated it? thats so sweet! thank you! yes i forgive you."

"yes!" he jumps up and down cutely in celebration. "thankyou thankyou thankyou! look i even wrote down a playlist for you in the book, so you can listen while you read or just whenever! anddd just in case you didn't dorgive me now, i wrote down an extra apology on the last page!"

i laugh at his rapid words.

"and i-" i steal his lips for a second to kiss him. and he's left speechless.

"i-" he pulls me in another time to put his lips on mine. and we pull away.

"i love you y/n."

"i love you too jake."

@polaroidbills please DO NOT copy, plagiarize, or repost any of my work.

[axelsagewrites]

Lucerys Velaryon*Study

Paring: Modern!Luke x gn!reader

Platonic: Luke x Bran x Jojen

Summary: Luke finally has an opportunity to get close to his crush but now he's scared his brothers and uncles will ruin it.

Word count: 2479

Masterlist Here

Biology was Lucerys least favourite subject but when the teacher began to list of who was paired with who for the partner assignment, he didn’t know whether to jump for joy or sink into his chair when she read your name. Despite never speaking to you Luke had a massive crush on you, something only his friends Bran and Jojen knew. Bran shot him a cheeky grin before high giving Jojen who he had just been partnered with.

“There’s five minutes left so please go find your partner and set up a time to study,” Mrs Lannister said before turning back to her computer to look up more ways to torture children Luke assumed.

Suddenly his legs became noodles, and he couldn’t bring himself to stumble out of the chair. He glanced over at you and saw you pack up your bag before approaching him which made him quickly look away. “Hi,” your voice was sweeter than he imagined and caused his cheeks to tinge a mortifying shade of pink.

“Hey,” he croaked as he finally looked up from his book he pretended to read. Up close he realised you were even more beautiful, “So looks like we’re partners then,” his eyes darting between you and the clock as if it would make him seem cooler.

“Guess so,” you said, almost a giggle. The blush set deeper into his skin at your laugh, “So are you free tomorrow after school?”

“For what?” Luke sat up straighter in his chair and you laughed as a dopey grin spread on his face.

“To study,” a teasing grin spread on your lips that drove him wild yet also made him deflate. “Otherwise, I’ll be busy until like Saturday,”

“Yeah, sure tomorrow works,” his heart was beginning to skip beats at this point, “Where?” he managed to croak out.

You paused for a moment to think, and Luke took the time to admire how your eyebrows scrunched, “My parents would probably ask us a million questions at mine so would we be able to just study at yours?” you asked, and Luke quickly nodded in agreement. The idea of you in his room in his house with him? Amazing. Even as study partners, “Okay great I’ll give you my number,” you said as you took the pen, he had been tapping out his hand and scrawled it into his notebook, “Just text me the address and I’ll come around 4?”

“Yeah, sure that’d be great,” Luke grinned as he took the pen back from you.

A perfect smile fell on your lips that made his head spin, “I’ll see you then. Bye Luke,” He watched as you walked away to return to your friend’s side.

“Dude!” Jojen grinned as he slapped Luke’s shoulder, “This is your in,”

“Yeah, finally you can’t wuss out,” Bran joked causing Luke to slap his friends head, “Hey! It’s like you don’t want us to help you,”

“How are either of you gonna help me?” None of the three had ever had a girlfriend and were considered the geekiest guys of their year. None of them knew anything about girls. But he knew some people who did.

His uncle Aegon was a known ladies’ man, but Luke assumed that came with being on the football team. Aemond as well was no stranger with women however unlike his brother he tended to keep them around for more than a week. His brother was practically the school heartthrob, but Luke knew Jace would never let him live it down if he asked for girl advice.

Then the next day he realised something horrible as he walked into school and saw his brother and uncles talking. “Shit,” Luke said causing his friends to turn their attention back to him, “Aemond and Aegon are coming over tomorrow to play Jace’s new Xbox,” Bran shut his locker with a dramatic sigh and Jojen cringed at the thought.

“It’s too late now to cancel on them now,” Jojen told him. “You’ll look like a massive douche,”

“Yeah, but those three are the biggest douches,” Bran jumped in before looking at Luke and adding a no offence.

Luke shook his head, “Oh my god they’re never gonna let me live it down. What if they try and talk to us?”

The three began to walk towards their first class as Luke debated throwing himself out a window, “Surely they’re not that bad?” Jojen asked.

“You can tell you don’t have brothers,” Bran said as he wheeled himself alongside his friends. “They’re awful. Robb locked me outside the house last week when he had his girlfriend over. it was raining,”

“Ouch,” Jojen muttered, “Thank god I have sisters,”

“They’re not much better,”

“Guys this is about me,” Luke butted in causing the pair to roll their eyes but finally focus on the issue at hand, “How am I supposed to get them in the house without being caught but without looking like a total weirdo?”

Luke was so wrapped up in his own dilemma he didn’t notice you walking towards him until you spoke. “Hey Luke, we still good for tonight?”

“Totally,” Luke beamed when he saw you.

Blush took over him when you rest your hand on his arm. “Okay great I’ll see you at four. Can’t wait study buddy,”

“Cool,” Luke gushed as you walked away, “Man she’s so pretty,”

Bran scoffed and began to wheel off even quicker, “You’re such a simp,”

“Am not!”

The day moved painfully slowly as Luke waited for the final bell to ring so he could run to find you to set his plan in motion. While his brother sucked his mother was somehow less embarrassing. Well hopefully. He texts her to ask if she would pick you both up after school and she had agreed without question. When the last bell rung Luke sprinted out of class and rushed to your locker.

Luckily for him you were still at it, “Luke!” You exclaimed when the boy ran up to you.

“Hey, my mum said she could just drive us to mine the now if you want,”

“I mean yeah sure if she doesn’t mind that’d be great,” You grinned as you quickly grabbed your stuff to follow Luke who was walking oddly fast. “Don’t you need to stop at your locker?”

“Nope,” Luke said as he held the door open for you before speed walking to the parking lot where he saw his mom’s black SUV parked. “C’mon she’s over here,”

Luke looked around for his brother before he ushered you into the car, opening the door for you and closing it behind you before running round to the other side to clamber in. “Hi Mrs Velaryon. Thanks for the lift,” you said, and Rhaenyra smiled at you through her rear-view mirror.

“Just call me Rhae and its not problem sweetie. Buckle up you two,” she said as Luke was still looking out the window to make sure his mother didn’t see you, “Is Jace needing a ride Luke?”

“No, he’s walking. Can we go?” Luke said and you shot him a confused Luke at his hurry, “We just have a lot of work to do for this assignment,”

“Whatever makes you actually do your homework,” Rhaenyra mumbled before pulling out of the parking space and driving away.

Luke saw his brother in his mother’s rear-view mirror looking at them but just pretended not to see the boy. While his mothers questioning of you did slightly embarrass Luke it was just typical mum stuff. You even commented on how sweet she was when Luke opened the door for you to get out the car.

“I usually make dinner at six so if you’re still here you’re welcome to join Hun,” Rhaenyra said as he shut the front door behind her.

“I’ll let you know thank you Rhae,” you said, and Rhaenyra smiled at you using the nickname, “So where are we studying?” you turned to Luke.

“My room,” Luke said as he grabbed your arm to pull you up the stairs with him.

You didn’t argue but couldn’t help shooting him a confused Luke and Rhaenyra was even more curious as she stood at the bottom of the stairs, “Keep the door open!” She yelled.

Luke ushered you into his room before shutting the door behind him, “Sorry about her,” Luke said, as he led you into his room which he had stayed up all last night cleaning.

You laughed as you took a seat on his gaming chair, he used for a desk chair and placed your bag down, “She’s just being a mom its fine,” you said as you began to spin in his chair causing Luke to laugh at your actions, “Why were you in such a rush though? This project is defo not that interesting,”

“Yeah well,” Luke said as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I just wanted to get a head start,”

“I don’t mind,” you said as you began to pull out your biology notes. “Do you have yours here?”

Luke sighed and closed his eyes tight in annoyance, “I left them in my locker,”

You burst out laughing at his confession which made Luke smile and feel slightly less stupid, “Oh my gods your lucky you’re cute. You can share mine,” the words had left your mouth without thinking and when you realised you felt your skin grow red.

“Thanks,” Luke stuttered out as his own flush fell on his cheeks.

Once you began studying the tension wasn’t nearly as bad. While you did stay on track at first after fifteen minutes you began to discuss your shared hatred of Mrs Lannister, “Did you know one-time last year I was walking into her class and she- “you were laughing as you told your stories but suddenly stopped when the door open, a blush covering your face as you quickly looked back at your notes.

Luke turned around from where he was sat on his bed to see Jace standing in his doorway, a grin covering his face. Luke’s face fell at the sight. “What?” he asked as his brother walked into the room, picking up his notebook he had started talking notes in before they got distracted.

Jace held it out his reach when Luke went to snatch it back, “Mum said to ask if your friend was staying for dinner,” Luke glanced at the clock to look at the time and saw that they had already spent an hour and a half talking about everything but biology, “How’s studying going?” Jace asked as he flicked through mostly empty notebook.

“Fine,” Luke grumbled as he snatched it back from his brother. Luke turned to you who was sat quietly on his chair, “Um would you wanna get dinner here?” he asked. He cursed the fact he was now blushing in front of his brother.

“Eh yeah sure um I’ll just need to text my parents,” you said before quickly looking at Jace then back to Luke, “Tell her thank you,” you said.

Jace nodded before turning to leave, ruffling Luke’s hair then shoving head as he went. When he walked out though he left the door wide open, “Can you shut the door?” Luke groaned.

“Mum said not to,” Jace grinned as he pushed the door open wider, “Happy studying,”

As soon as Jace walked away Luke went up to shut the door when you spoke, “Maybe we should leave it a little bit open. I don’t want your mum to be upset with me,” Luke nodded and left the door open a crack before sitting on the bed again. “So, I guess we should try finish this then,”

“Yeah,”

You spent the next half an hour studying and with your help he finally seemed to understand the work he was doing. “So, if we do this, I think that it means- “Luke was saying but you cut him off when you nodded towards the door.

“Nephew,” Aegon grinned as he leaned on the doorway, “Nephew’s date,” he nodded at you causing your face to beam bright red.

“We’re just friends,” Luke mumbled, glancing at you who refused to look up from the notes, “What is it?”

“Dinners ready lovebirds,” Aegon grinned before sauntering off and laughing as he went.

“I’m sorry about them. They’re just- “

“It’s okay I get it,” you said as you closed your textbook, “Let’s just go eat yeah?”

Luckily Rhaenyra was there during dinner to stop any of the older boys’ comments or questions. At least the deliberately mocking ones. Aemond insisted on questioning you about the project and Jace on generally everything in your life. Aegon only asked one, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Aegon!” Rhaenyra chastised her brother.

“Or girlfriend?” He quickly added causing Rhaenyra to grumble.

Luke shot him a deadly glare as you mumbled a no which made Luke at least a little happy knowing he had a shot. “Don’t you think you’re a bit old for them?” Rhaenyra asked her brother.

“I wasn’t asking for me sweet sister,” he grinned before turning his attention to mock his own brother for whatever it was, he had unknowingly done.

When dinner was over you, both quickly returned to his room, and you began to gather your notes. “You’re leaving?” Luke asked with a frown.

You gave him a small smile, “It’s a bit crowded here. Maybe another time when they’re not all here?” you offered, and Luke nodded and helped you gather your things and walked you to the door. your parents were waiting for you outside as you and Luke walked down the stairs. “Are you busy Saturday?” you asked as you approached the front door.

Luke shook his head, glancing at his uncles and brother playing Xbox on the couch. “No. Are you wanting to study? My stepdad gets back Friday with his kids so it might be a bit crowded again,” Luke said as he scratched the back of his neck.

A blush crept across your face, “I was thinking more of the mall or a movie,” you offered, and Luke felt his heart skip in his chest.

“To study?” he asked but you just shook your head no with a small smile, “Yeah I’d love that,” Luke grinned as he opened the door for you, “Text me?”

“For sure,” you said, glancing to where your parents were parked. Without warning you leant in and pressed a soft but brief kiss to his cheek, “See you Saturday,” you said before running down the driveway and into your parents’ car.

Luke ignored the wolf whistles coming from his family on the couch and stared after you with a dopey grin. You waved as you drove away, and Luke did the same. He shut the door with a dopey smile still on his face. “I’ve got a date,”

part two here

[officialleehadan]

Walnut Tree

Sandswept

+++

Eventually, Batu left too.

Rose was a little sad to see him go, but it did make things easier for her overall. If he wasn’t planning to help her, she needed him out of her way.

For once, the disrespect of her former friends was a boon. They didn’t even bother leaving a guard to make sure Zithad didn’t simply appear into the cell and recover her. Rose considered waiting for exactly that, but she found she was tired of being thought harmless. They brought her food, shortly after she was captured, but she wasn’t hungry earlier.

More importantly, she wanted to save the nuts they brought her, a handful of walnuts, for when she had some privacy to make good her escape.

As a healer, she had little talent for combat, and less for causing true harm to people. She had tried, a few times, and had to defend herself once or twice, but even then, she never managed to kill anyone. Even if she wanted to, her own magic would very probably turn on her if she did.

Of course, that didn’t mean she was helpless.

Warriors always discounted green magic. It was the domain of hedgemages, and healers.

Nothing to worry about.

No kind of threat.

No need to even bind her magic before throwing her in a cell.

Rose cradled one of the walnuts in her palms and smiled to herself as she let her magic, soft and green, pool in her hands.

It only took a little coaxing for the nut in her hands to green, and sprout.

Before it could get too big, she walked over to the cell door, and carefully fed the roots of the new little tree into the lock. A harder push of magic inspired the tree in her hands to grow with the might of the tree it would become. In moments, it filled both her hands, bright with life and putting on leaves quickly. The roots burrowed deep into the lock under her direction, until the delicate inner workings shredded apart.

Rose coaxed the little walnut tree out of the ruined lock, and pushed the cell door open.

To think, they locked her in a cell meant for common criminals.

The guard room was quiet when Rose peaked in. Again, the carelessness of her former friends showed itself. They didn’t even think she was worth guarding.

It didn’t take long to find a heavy cloak to cover her robes and hair. With the hood pulled low, she tucked her little tree into one of her robe’s deep pockets, and crept her way up the stairs to the main halls. This, at least, was familiar. She often snuck about these same halls when the royalty and her friends were in counsels she was not invited to.

Before, it had been an effort not to bother them. Now it was rather more directed.

Now she had a goal that was more than simply not making a nuisance of herself.

The royal offices, as the guard hall had been, were deserted. They usually were, in the afternoons, as the royalty went about their business elsewhere. There were a few scribes here and there, but they were used to hooded messengers. The spymaster’s offices were in the same wing as the royal ones, and it was better not to ask too many questions of them.

As she remembered, the office of King Yikard, the oldest monarch on the in the Alliance, was a picture of chaos. The old man hated teaching a new scribe how to manage his paperwork, and frequently replaced them when they annoyed him. As a result, his scribes never knew who was allowed to be in his office, or where anything went.

Rose, however, had been in his office many times, knew the old king, and didn’t’ care if she got a few useless papers at the same time she got the ones she wanted.

It was the work of a moment to gather up all of the papers she could find, strip the king’s box of letters, yet to be sent, and to replace them with others, from the chest of drawers where older reports were kept. At a glance, the messy office looked much the same as it had when she entered, and no one who could tell any different would be in before tomorrow morning.

“Well, well. Someone is hard at work.”

Rose stifled a shriek and whirled in place, only to find Zithad leaning in the doorway, a very amused smirk on his face. The sand around her wrist tightened briefly, and streamed through the air to his open hand.

“I thought I would be breaking you out of the cells,” he added as he walked towards her, and nodded to the hastily-packed bag of papers in her hand. “Instead, I find you cleaning out Yikard’s office. You surprise me every time we meet.”

“I’m tired of people thinking I’m helpless,” Rose told him determinedly, and finished packing up her bag of documents. “I’m not just a little white flower for them to pluck whenever they want. I have thorns too.”

“Yes, you do,” Zithad said with lazy satisfaction and a smile that rarely meant anything good for anyone. Rose found she liked the look of it. “Is that everything?”

“Unless you want to set the castle on fire before we go,” Rose told him, and laced her bag closed. “But it’s mostly stone. I don’t think it will do much good.”

“Might be fun, anyway,” Zithad said as Rose came to his side. He wrapped his arm around her and she leaned into him, relieved beyond measure to see him. “What’s a little chaos between enemies, anyway? Are you done?”

“I have everything worth having,” Rose confirmed. She checked her bag once more, and then the little tree in her pocket, which had stopped growing, but which she wanted to plant back in Sandhome. It saved her. She would care for it as it deserved. “Are you going to light everything on fire?”

“Wouldn’t want to come all this way without leaving a little mark of my regard,” Zithad said, and snapped his fingers. Little flames appeared over his fingers, more than a dozen of them, barely bigger than a candle-flame, and deep, malicious red. When he flicked his wrist, they shot off in every direction. The last one to go nestled into Yikard’s desk. The papers there immediately lit up, fueled by magic. Shouts came from all over the castle, the distress of a large number of people, who were just now realizing someone was causing trouble. “Now then, let’s away, and leave these fools to their fire.”

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Comics And "Something"

Gerard Way x Brazilian!Reader 

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! Well... days ago my intrusive thoughts just won and i wrote a Gerard Way imagine (because why not)... and then I received this request... I've been bored, so maybe i'll post some emo imagines (mcr, p!atd, fob, paramore...) frequently?? Idk. If have requests, I will certainly make them... and i will post a part2 of the “I Can Help You With That” :)

~ "Could you do another imagine with Gerard and a Brazilian reader? (Perhaps the reader is Gabriel Bá's sister) ...I don't know if it's an interesting request :("

Summary - Your brother worked with Gerard for a while, but you've never really met him until now 'cause you live in another country (Brazil). Fortunately, Gerard is gonna stay at your brother's home for a week, to work on a new project. You both don't know what happens when you've seen each other, but it was CLEARLY something.

- Word Count: 1.570

- Warnings: Age gap? (not smut!)

- Ps1: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

Damn... sorry for the superlong intro *-*

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Reader's 1st Person POV

I woke up 3 am and looked at my phone just to see three missed calls and an absurd amount of texts from my brother. I can't believe that this man is like forty-something years old and can't even wait till the morning to tell me whatever he wanted to tell me.

Even though I'm tired, I read every single one of the messages. None of them has a real meaning, was like "are you awake?", "i need to talk to you", "it's important!"

Why the fuck he did'nt just tell me what is going on insted of doing this?? 

I called him back and he dropped the news: Gerard Way will spend a whole week in my brother's house!

- Realy?! - I shout at phone

- Yep... he's gonna stay here for a while... don't act like a stoned, please. - i heard a bit of a desperate tone in his voice, like he wasn't kidding.

- What do you mean? - I said, trying not sound offended, even if i was.

- I know you for 25 years, dear... you can't keep MCR lyrics references out of your mouth for too long. - He chuckles.

He's right... i can't, the same way i can't swim, can't dance and i don't know karate.

- I don't know why you think I'm gonna be weird or something... it's not like I'm a fangirl. Not anymore. - I argued.

- Sure... - his sarcasm always makes me mad - By the way, we'll be busy working, so i will need your help here... can you stay with us in my place?

- Yeah, but why do you need me? Don't you think I'm gonna "act like a stoned"?

- Honestly? I KNOW you're gonna be creepy, but I can't cook, and i refuse to buy shitty North American food for Gerard when he's here. 

- OH, FINE! - I couldn't help but take it as a challenge, I'm gonna be there and act normal, because that's what i am, right? A normal person - I get it. So no cheeseburgers and stuff? 

- NO! You can cook something nice, right?

- I can try... 

- Awesome! See ya tomorrow at 8pm in the airport to pick Gerard up. Good night. 

-  Bye! 

Yeah, sure, how the hell does he expect me to sleep? I mean, when I was a teenager, Gerard was my hero. I'm not that kind of fan anymore, but still, I like him so much. 

Gabriel never introduced us appropriately, probably 'cause I was ‘that’ creepy fan, or the long distance between the countries made it impossible for me to travel. Anyways… just didn't happen yet.

*** time skip ***

I don't know why, but I just imagined the scene of Gerard going out of the airplane and thousands of paparazzis just screaming and taking pictures of him… I was surprised that didn't happen, I know the people here and we can be really crazy sometimes. By the way, Gabriel and I was waiting for him.

Soon, along with several other passengers, We could see him, who was looking for the familiar face of my brother in the crowd. The smile emerged on his face in the moment they made eye contact. 

Damn this man is so good looking… Suddenly I remembered why I had that crush on him.

-Hey, How long, man?! - Gabriel said with a smile as he opened his arms to hug Gerard.

- Hell yeah! How have you been? - That pretty smile still in his face.

- Great! Better now that i know we'll gonna work together again!

I just couldn't stop looking at him… I think he noticed, ‘cause he looked back at me.

-Lemme guess… Your sister, right? - The lovely look on his eyes as he extended his hand to greet me made my face burn. - He talks alot about you, I was excited to finally meet you!

- So as I! - I shaked his hand and smile back at him, trying not to overdo it.

- She's A huge fan! 

The death look I gave Gabriel made Gerard laugh a bit, but not enough to make me feel more embarrassed than I already was.�� 

-Well, that's true, but why don't we go home? - i said - You need help with that? 

I pointed to the two suitcases he was carrying.

-That's fine. I can handle two of them. Thanks! - i swear, his eyes was glowing… im not that crazy! 

We put Gerard's things in the trunk of my brother's car and we went back home. 

During the way, all I could think about were those hazel eyes and how I felt a connection... it was inexplicable, maybe it's just nonsense in my head. But there's always a ‘maybe not’, right?

Gerard's 1st person POV

I don't know what that was. But THAT was fucking something! The way she look? Maybe, but not just that. don't know! 

I haven't even talked with her, but I hope we have time to get to know each other well. Because that was something.

At home, Gabriel showed me the office and the room i'll stay in.

He has such a pretty house, and all the pencils, markers, and art stuff get me even more excited to start work. But his sister is still in my mind... The best I can do now is go to sleep, cause all the way in the airplane just stressed me out.

Reader's 1st person POV

First things first, i woke up early to do exactly the thing my brother wants me to do: cook. 

I was distracted preparing coffee, and heard a familiar voice from the back of the kitchen.

-Morning… - Even though his voice was dragging because he had just woken up, he still sounded so good. 

Gerard sat at the table while I finished preparing breakfast.

- Morning! How was your night? Did you sleep well? - I asked, trying to start a conversation.

- Yeah, really well, and the feeling of waking up with this smell is just amazing! - He smiled, rubbing his eyes.

- I'm glad you like it. - the feeling of relief and joy took over me, I think being normal will be easier than I imagined…

*** time skip ***

The next two days was normal, just small talks, because the purpose of him coming was not to talk to me, but to work, right? Still, it would be nice to take an hour or two just to talk.

Or not, i keep thinking about the feeling in the airport, i want to feel that again. 

Gabriel left early this morning to look for who knows what, which ended up making room for a break from work. 

I was sitting on the couch, watching a rerun of my favorite movie when Gee appeared in the living room and sat next to me.

-Finally a break, hun? - he said, with his usual smile, which by the way I always thought was beautiful - Don't get me wrong, I love to do that, but sometimes Gabe just goes too deep.

- Yeah, I know… he is intense. Family thing, I guess… - I chuckled and turn the TV off, so we could talk. - Same eyes and same craziness.

We laughed for a moment, but he seemed to concentrate on confirming the similarity between my eyes and my brother's eyes. A shiver went down my spine when the look stopped being critical and became appreciative. It's incredible how artists can vary between technique and feeling.

The situation made me want to kiss him, but I think this is out of the limits, considering his relationship with my brother. I respect that and never gonna do something that could ruin it. 

-  Transcendently impressive… - The way he spoke made it seem like he was in some kind of trance. - Your eyes. 

I gasped in shock. I didn’t know what to say. I just stood still, while my breath was panting.

-Thanks! - I pulled from somewhere within me the confidence to thank and return the compliment. - I can say the same about yours, maybe even more.

- I think you're exaggerating, but thank you - I thought the situation would be awkward, but Gee seemed increasingly comfortable with my company. - May I ask you something?

- Sure! - My curiosity barely let him finish the sentence. - Anything.

- Did you feel that at the airport? - He sighed as if taking a huge weight off his chest. - Because i did. Sorry if it sounds weird or...

- Thank God! I thought i was freak out. So there WAS something. - I quickly got up from the couch and practically jumped for joy. - The last days i couldn't barely sleep thinking of you! Well, not YOU but the whole situation and-

It happened so quickly that I couldn't register in my mind when he stood up, even less could I believe that he cut me off with a kiss. 

-I thought about you too, sugar… 

Before I could do anything, he kissed me again, that feeling it was becoming clearer and clearer, with every second my lips remained close to his.

The next few days were a bit different… not like we just makeout a lot of times, but some quick looks, kisses and conversations. We discovered that we have more in common than we imagined…

Now, taking advantage of Gerard's last moments here, I decided that I would help him pack his bags, so that we could make, whatever our relationship is, last longer. While we were talking, I couldn't help but notice the t-shirt he was putting on his suitcase. 

-Oh my god, i didn't notice… you brought THE shirt! 

- What do you mean? - He was confused, but then he looked at the shirt and noticed why.

- “Pool Boy At The Vampire Mansion” shirt… it's like THE shirt!  

- Ya know? Keep it.

- WHAT? I don't think-

- You heard me. - He smiled, in the cutest way a human being can smile.- I want you to keep it. I don't know when we're gonna seen each other again, so… 

Gerard dropped the shirt in the bed and got closer to me, placing his hands on my waist and, getting even closer, he pressed his lips to mine gently. The kiss became deep as we let ourselves be carried away by the heat of the moment. 

-This week was perfect. - He said, placing his hand on my cheek and looking into my eyes. - I wish it didn't end now. You know, sugar, I think we could work out… be something. 

- I'm sure that we can make it happend- I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss even more intense than the last. The feeling of hope made it seem like time would stop at that moment. 

~ That's it. Hope u enjoyed :)

[jj0latunji]

Dear Diary - KSI Imagine

Here's another imagine from Wattpad for y'all to read and hopefully like , send in any requests you have and I'll get to writing.

Here's JJ looking great in a suit oooooh.

January 19th 2020

9:45 p.m

London, England.

Dear Diary,

It finally happened, we finally broke up . I'm heartbroken don't get me wrong but I knew it was coming when he started getting distant.

I just walked into his apartment, ended things , wished him well and left. Funny thing is he didn't even realise it was my birthday today, imagine my boyfriend of 5 years didn't remember my birthday because he was too busy working on a YouTube video.

I do feel sad but not as sad as I should be considering I've ended this long relationship. I think it's just not set in fully yet , maybe it will when I wake up alone in bed tomorrow, when I have no one to share my breakfast with , no one to cuddle with when the apartment gets too cold . I just hope that when it sets in , it's not too bad .

I just want to forget everything about him and what we had and hopefully move on. I think I can do it but let's see.

I'll write to you again tomorrow and let you know how I'm feeling cause your the only one that I can talk to now about my feelings.

Love you Diary

Y/N signing off

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March 1st 2020

10:43 p.m

London, England

Dear Diary,

I've been such a mess. I knew people said breakups would be hard but I didn't know it would be this hard. All I do is sit around the apartment and cry. Even Talia said I've been crying too much and that's when I realised that I've been crying all the time cause Talia usually cries a lot too.

She asked me if she could move in with me for a while since there was some work to be done for her apartment but I know it's probably because she wants to make sure I don't do something drastic.

I hate being this emotional and feeling like I'm a burden to others. Imagine being the livewire of the group, the one always having fun and making jokes and now you can't seem to even crack a smile. That's how I feel.  Everything reminds me of him. I just want to be better and I'm trying and I hope with Talia here to talk and get advice from I'll be better.

I promise to be better

See you tomorrow, Talia will be here so hopefully it's a much more happy day.

Love you Diary,

Y/N signing off

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April 13th 2020

4:31 a.m

Ibiza, Spain

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Dear Diary,

I finally feel better, feel more like myself. Who knew all it would take was Talia's cooking and care and a trip away with my girls.

Today is the last day for us at the resort and we've had an amazing day. Gee and Freya got me some stuff from when they went shopping and this one top OMG it's so pretty.

I've been lighter on the drinks today after last night's debacle. But hey atleast we got some drinks on the house today because the guy I made out with turned out to be a bartender.

I felt guilty about the kiss but the girls said I was single and had nothing to worry about , but there's still that small voice in me that says different. Anyways I just maintained some distance with him and just awkwardly smiled when he tried hitting on me again. I'm really out of touch with the flirting game :(

Anyways we're going back home tomorrow morning and I'm glad Talia talked me into coming on this trip , I needed this.

See you tomorrow Diary,

Y/N signing off

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April 21st 2020

12:48 a.m

London , England

Dear Diary,

You won't believe this but I GOT THE PARIS JOB. OMG I'M SO HAPPY I CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF.

This has been such a dream and I'm glad they asked again after I rejected them last time. I probably should have gone the previous time itself seeing how mine and JJ's relationship turned out. I put my dreams on hold for him but he couldn't.... Anyways forget about him.

I leave for Paris in a month and have to work there for about a year and then I can return here and continue to design. Talia and the girls were overjoyed with the news but then we all started crying thinking about how we would be apart.

The girls want to organise a party before I go so I can properly say goodbye to everyone and I agreed. Nothing bad can happen at a party right.

But I'm so excited.....PARIS BABYYYYYYY.

See you tomorrow Diary,

Y/N signing off

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May 7th 2020

04:23 a.m

London , England

Dear Diary ,

I had so much fun at the farewell party that the girls organised. They invited basically every single friend I had in London and miraculously everyone showed up to bid goodbye.

I caught up with so many people and even enjoyed a free Talia Mar concert in which she performed all my favourite songs of hers , that girl is so talented I hope she gets her big break soon. Simon and Tobi stood with me the entire night asking me if I needed anything , both of them are like the brothers I never had , hell the Sidemen are the family I never had and I'm so glad these guys are part of my life. I owed a lot to them and I'm glad we stayed friends even after my breakup with JJ...

Talking of JJ, I saw him tonight for the first time since the breakup. He seemed to be taking it well , and since this is my little secret vault I can tell you that he looked good too. But I didn't have that urge to run into his arms and cling onto him forever, I think I'm finally over him and seeing him tonight assured me that there was almost no feelings at all towards him. It felt freeing almost.

After the party  , me and Talia came back home and ate leftovers before she went to sleep tired as all hell and so am I so I'm going to get some rest too and start packing from tomorrow.

See you soon Diary,

Y/N signing off

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May 28th 2020

9:36 p m

Paris , France.

Dear Diary,

I finally made it to PARIS and OMG I'm so excited I couldn't even start explaining to you of how I'm feeling.

I bid goodbye to all my friends at the airport and took the flight here and just reached the apartment the company got me a couple of hours ago. Again I'm only telling you this cause you are my secret vault, JJ wasn't at the airport to say goodbye and a part of me was hoping he would turn up like Ross in F.R.I.E.N.D.S and like we would have a fairytale moment but he didn't turn up and I boarded my flight.

I mentally kicked myself for having expectations from JJ again cause I know he'll always let me down. I NEED to get over him and the best thing is maybe to get someone new to love and cherish...... I've been here for a day and let me tell you the options are limitless.

I'm staying with another girl named Sophia, she's German and a few years younger than me. She seems really fun , like a German version of Freya almost. She made me dinner and had my room ready for me when I arrived. She's such an angel.

I need to report for the job tomorrow morning so I'm going to eat dinner and get some rest.

See you tomorrow Diary,

Y/N signing off

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June 15th 2020

12:43 p.m

Paris , France

Dear Diary,

I've had such a fun day. Sophia took me out to one of her favourite bars and decided to get me some action if you know what I mean.

But she went away and got herself someone she liked which left me sitting with the man's friend. He was pretty though so I decided to give him a chance.

I had an amazing time with the friend though, his name's Charles and he said he was a driver or something. I wasn't concentrating on his job resume cause I was too busy lost in his green eyes which seemed he got directly from his native of Monaco.

The both of us talked until we were literally pulled apart by his friends, apparently he has an early day tomorrow and should be asleep. I quickly wrote him my number on a piece of paper and passed it to him though before he was escorted out of the bar.

I'm just waiting for him to message me now but that's unlikely given he's probably already asleep or who knows he might have even lost my number. I hope he messages me though I kinda liked him.

OMG he just messaged me and asked me out this weekend.... Looks like I have plans to make and outfits to choose.

See you tomorrow though Diary,

Y/N signing off

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June 19th 2020

3:54 a.m

Paris , France

Dear Diary,

You will not believe this. Wait let me explain it to you from the start.

Me and Charles went out for dinner at one of Paris' finest restaurants and I was having an amazing time and really having fun until we were interrupted by a bunch of teenage girls asking Charles for a photo and autograph.

Turns out he isn't some random driver, HE'S A FUCKING F1 SUPERSTAR.

He took the pictures and we quickly got out of there as our pictures were all over Twitter and people were trying to find out who I was. I'm sure they'll have figured out by the morning and that scares me... I've just got done dealing with JJ's fans and now I have another huge fandom on my ass.

I loved the date though, Charles was a gentleman and dropped me back at my place and asked me out for another date but somewhere more private and I agreed.

He's also like 4 years younger than me which made me feel old despite only being 26 , but he said that was no problem and he usually did date girls older than him.

It was also JJ's birthday today.... He's 27 and all of my friends had posted about it on their stories and on Twitter. The entire morning I debated on sending him a message but eventually decided against it , not wanting to open wounds again.

I hope he's well though....He looks well.

Anyways see you tomorrow Diary,

Y/N signing off

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July 20th 2020

10:36 p.m

Paris, France

Dear Diary,

Today was Charles last day here before he had to go back to his racing calendar. He promised to stay in touch and promised to get me to come to one of his races.

I am a little scared watching him go, long distance is never a good idea especially so early in a relationship. I didn't even know if we were in a relationship. We went on loads of dates , enjoyed ourselves and everything. His fans think we are dating, our friends think we are dating, but we still hadn't put a label on things and I was kinda glad we hadn't.

I can only hope this works out cause I've really taken a liking to Charles, something I thought I could never do again.

I'm going to drop him off at the airport tomorrow and then go to work and hopefully get that promotion I was promised. I was also free for a few days next week so I was also planning to go back home with Sophia and meet my friends again.

We'll see what happens though, for now I need to go join Sophia and help her with some work.

See you tomorrow Diary,

Y/N signing off .

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August 14th 2020

6:23 a.m

London, England

Dear Diary,

The comeback party was amazing. I introduced Sophia to all the Sidemen and the Sidegirls. She's taken a special interest in Tobi and I'm hoping they get together cause they would be an amazing couple.

I caught up with everyone including JJ. He had a new girlfriend, her name iwas Olivia. Nice girl from what I could see and everyone seemed to like her. Good for him I guess.

All the boys were also very interested in my love life seeing I was dating THE Charles Leclerc. Yeah dating , Charles asked me out a few days ago and made things official and I was happy.

Me and the group talked all night long, dancing along to some tunes as we drank the night away. I missed this and I'm glad I could have a taste of old times again.

Sober Tobi drove Talia, Sophia and me back to my old apartment and I even caught Tobi slyly passing his number to Sophia.

As soon as we got in Talia started asking me if I was okay with JJ's new relationship , cause apparently I was staring.... I didn't feel like I was staring.

Okay I was a little but not at them but at JJ , he hadn't taken down the picture of us together from the common room and I was a little confused by it. Was he holding on to the memories or does he consider it so unimportant that he just let it be.

Maybe I was thinking too much into it , it's just a damn picture.

I've moved on and so as he , I don't want to start all that again.

Anyways I'm tired as hell but I promised to write something today.

See you soon Diary,

Y/N signing off.

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September 6th 2020

11:34 p.m

Monza, Italy.

Dear Diary,

I finally came out to Italy to see one of Charles' races . Apparently it's the home race for his team Ferrari and OMG everywhere I saw only red which was the team colors.

The race didn't go well for Charles, he crashed out and didn't even finish the race and was extremely pissed off , but his best friend Pierre winning did cheer him up a little.

Today was the first time I saw how much people actually adored Charles, most of them had his mask on and I saw flags celebrating him everywhere and he couldn't walk a couple of steps before being stopped for pictures and autographs.

We had to get a hotel away from the centre of town cause we didn't want to be stampeded as soon as we left our rooms. The view from the balcony is amazing though and I took loads of pictures which again sent social media in a frenzy as all the Charles fangirls either wanted to be me or get rid of me.

Me and Charles went out for dinner and finally got to talk about how distance was affecting our relationship. It was extremely hard to find time with both our busy schedules, but we promised to try as hard as we could to manage things.

Vik was also at the race today along with Ellie who caught me up on all the gossip in the friend group. Apparently Sophia had really interested Tobi and JJ was newly single again, something about not finding love or something. Sucks to be him I guess.

Anyways I'm heading back to Paris tomorrow and Charles is going to Singapore. Back to the normal routine I guess.

See you back in Paris Diary,

Y/N signing off.

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September 7th 2020

4:51 a.m

Paris , France

Dear Diary,

I went to see JJ perform today, yeah shock but I was basically hoodwinked into it by Sophia and Talia who told me it was someone else performing.

I was glad I went cause I saw the girls and boys again and truth be told even enjoyed the performance.....he always loved performing live and it showed.

He even came over after the performance and personally thanked me for coming and I was quite taken aback. It was something I never expected him to do , he's too stubborn to do that but he did and I was kinda happy about it.

We all then went out for dinner and I was sat at the end just checking my phone to see if Charles responded to my texts. Things were really dry between us with all the time zone differences and I knew the road down which this relationship was heading, I am just trying to delay the inevitable.

Everyone kept asking me about Charles and I just kept saying everything was good when it is not.

All of us are going to Disneyland tomorrow for a day and I can't wait for it. I've always loved Disneyland and it was one of mine and JJ's favourite vacation spots.

So I'm going to get some sleep, see you later diary,

Y/N signing off

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December 16th 2020

11:34 p.m

Paris, France

Dear Diary,

Well I'm single again..... Yeah but this time it's mutual. Things were just not working out and we decided it was better to stay friends. Charles and I were still young and had our entire lives in front of us and didn't want to hold on to something that was clearly not build for the long term. I enjoyed this relationship but alas all things come to an end.

Everyone keeps asking me if I'm okay and I say I am cause I truly am. I'm nowhere near as sad as I was last time. Last time was hell , last time was like losing the best thing in my life.

Enough of the sob story, I'm going back to London for Christmas and New Year, I was invited by JJ.... Yeah JJ. We've been talking and texting like a couple of friends since his Paris show and it's been nice.

I'm almost complete with my work for this year so I might even go to London a little earlier depending on whether my boss let's me go, but she's a sweetheart so she probably will.

The next time I write to you will probably be in London.

So see you then Diary,

Y/N signing off

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January 1st 2021

4:34 a.m

London, England

Dear Diary,

You will not believe this..... I kissed JJ. Well more like we kissed each other but we kissed as the clock struck 12 which means we didn't break the tradition.

It was nice.... I don't know how to explain it but it was nice. We've been talking a lot more and Talia thinks we're on our way to getting back together but I think it's more that we're just good friends now..

But good friends don't kiss each other on the balcony under the starry night do they... Fuck I'm going to be thinking about this a whole lot.

Do I want these doubts in my mind or do I just go on with my life as usual cause it doesn't matter.

Moving on.... I can literally hear Sophia and Tobi making out in the room next to me , very horny people I must add .

Anyways I must go sleep now. I'll see you soon Diary.

Y/N signing off.

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May 28th 2021

9:45 p.m

Paris , France

Dear Diary,

I'm done with all my packing and getting ready to go back to London. The office held a little sending away party for me and Sophia. Yeah I somehow convinced my boss to send Sophia with me to London too and she politely accepted.

I need to leave for my flight in a couple of minutes but I decided to write to you before leaving.

I laugh looking back at my year here. So much has happened. I had so much fun at my dream job , had a fling with a famous F1 driver , made a new friend for life and made up with my ex. So much good things have happened.

So thank you for all this Paris.

Tu as été très bon avec moi

Anyways see you in London Diary,

Y/N signing off.

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June 19th 2021

11:57 p m

London, England

Dear Diary,

It's JJ's birthday again and we all celebrated it together out at dinner and afterwards at his place. We all had a fun time, he's 28 now and that's CRAZY. Cause that's the age that we wanted to get married at , you know slow things down and start a family age.

He pulled me away from everyone for a chat too and asked me out for a date . I said I would think about it. I want to go , trust me I WANT TO GO but I don't know if going down that road again is for the best. All the girls think it's for the best and so do all the boys but I still have my doubts.

You know what I'll give it a try. Nothing can go wrong after a date can it.

I'll message him and tell him yes , we'll go on a date. If it's good okay and if it's not then that's okay too.

I'm hoping it goes well though eventhough to others it seems like I don't want it to go well.

I hope JJ suprises me and things work out.

See you soon Diary,

Y/N signing off.

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September 7th 2023

10:43 p.m

London, England

Dear Diary,

We finally got married. I'm finally Y/N Olatunji.

Everything went perfectly. Like not 1 problem came up , it seemed like a fairytale.

I cried a lot during the day. Cried while putting on the dress, cried while walking down the aisle with Simon , cried while JJ read out his vows. It was amazing all throughout the ceremony.

These past 3 and a half years have been such a rollercoaster. Us breaking up , me moving to Paris, both of us getting in new relationships, then getting back together, all the trips away , all the new memories made.

It's been amazing and there's no one in the world that I would want by my side than my husband JJ..... Damn my husband like he's MY HUSBAND. I've been dreaming about this for almost 7-8 years now but it still feels surreal.

Like I'm sat here in my room and looking at him and I can't believe he's mine to hold forever. I love him so much and I'm so thankful for going out on that date in 2021.

I'm thankful for everything.

I'm going now and looking at the look in JJ's eyes , I can feel I'm in for the night of my life.

See you tomorrow Diary,

Y/N Olatunji signing off.

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December 25th 2028

10:45 p.m

London, England

Dear Diary,

We've just had the best Christmas ever. Me , JJ and Skye spend the whole day together, just the 3 of us celebrating together.

JJ wanted to make this Christmas special since we felt that this would be the first Christmas Skye would properly remember, she was just 4 but God she was smart.

We started the day by opening presets and just like always JJ had gone all out. He had brought all kinds of toys for Skye and some jewellery for me.

I brought him a matching bracelet that we could wear together all the time and he loved it.

We all then prepared the Christmas meal , well I did and JJ and Skye helped as much as they could. We ate then all cuddled together on the sofa and watched all our favorite Christmas films.

It was perfect... Just like my life was perfect and I couldn't be more thankful for JJ and Skye for making my life perfect. They were the perfect husband and daughter any one could ever ask for and I am blessed to have them in my life.

We also took loads of pictures to go into the memories album and loved every minute of the day.

Skye is now asleep, she was tired from playing around all day with her dad. I said JJ would be back in a minute after writing this entry.

He thinks it's cute that I still write in here but little does he know how much you've helped me over the years.

Thank you Diary and I hope I see you again soon,

Y/N Olatunji signing off

A/N

Hope you enjoyed this .

Idk how it came out but the idea seemed good in my head.

A new smut coming soon.

Send in requests if you have any

Love you all

Elora signing off ✌🏻

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Hii!! I Hope you’re well, rn I’m watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and I was a question if u can do a Draco x reader ( fluff) when Draco is going to kill Dumbledore and reader is here bc she wanted to ask a question to Dumbledore. For the rest of the story I trust you im sure u make a great story! Idk if u’re request are opens but I hope u’re understand what I want ( my English is not the best ) !! Bye and have a great day when u read that!

Ps : a happy end !! 💞

After almost half a year I finally finished this one as well, so thank you not only for your request but also for your patience. I feel like I might have screwed up the logic of some events since the scene is really complex and described quite detailed in the books as well as in the movies and I didn´t want to change too much of the plot. Also, I really tried to make the ending as happy as possible, but since the scene itself is quite angsty let´s just say the outcome is the best I could think of without making the story much longer and complicated than necessary. However, I hope you still enjoy this fic and go easy on me, I haven´t written anything in quite a while.

Happily ever after

Warnings: mentions of death / murder

Your eyes darted from the parchment in front of you to the books that were splattered across the table. The assignment about the history of the Cruciatus Curse was due by tomorrow and by now, you had only managed to work yourself through the chronicles until the declaration as unforgivable in 1717. You sighed in resignation as you flicked through the pages of the books, hoping to find anything helpful. But the results of hours of research were more than just disenchanting. Because even though Madame Pince had granted you access to the Restricted Section, details about the forbidden curses were still hard to find. The frown on your face only deepened. Why in Merlin´s name would the Professors give you homework about themes that were that hard to research? You came to the conclusion, that they probably just took pleasure in your misery; especially if said teacher happened to be Professor Snape, who -contrary to your hopes- didn’t go easier with you since he had finally gotten his dream job. Regardless of the Professor´s motives, however, you had to finish the essay, if you didn’t want to earn yourself a month of detention. So you let out a small sigh before you buried yourself deeper into the world of the one curse that made chills run down your spine more than any other.

But your state of concentration didn’t last long. Some loud voices abruptly got you out of your trance-like state. You blinked in irritation. You knew those voices.

“This is absolutely unacceptable! Intolerable!”

You knew immediately that this was the shrill voice of Madame Pince. Probably every student in here had been at some point the victim of her tirades, once she had caught a student doing anything that ­­­-in her eyes- just wasn’t done in a library. And the list of those things was sheer endless.

“I already told you, I have research to do.”

You knew that voice as well. But for now, you couldn’t identify it yet. You frowned as you put down your quill. You knew that you shouldn’t get distracted by that kind of nonsense that easily, but somehow, that conversation was just so much more interesting than the books piling up in front of you.

“About what?”

“I don’t think that´s any of your business.”

While you heard Madame Pince gasping for air, while she tried to process what the boy had just said to her in her sacred halls, something in your head clicked, increasing your curiosity. Because there was only one student you knew who would dare to talk to elders and betters like that. Silently, you got up from your chair and sneaked to the next shelf, glancing around the corner carefully.

Madame Pince had turned her back on you, so you couldn´t see her face, but what you could see was that her shoulders were shaking from anger. The blond boy who had caused her furious state was standing right in front of her, towering the elder woman for several centimetres. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest and the look on his face seemed rather unimpressed; almost bored.

“Get out!”, Madame Pince spat out.

“I don’t think you are in the position to tell me what to do.”

“I am not… This is the library, young man. My library. And as long as you are in here, I am the only one to tell you what and what not to do.”

“Oh yeah? Well, go ahead then. I am really curious what you want to do about it. Because I certainly won´t leave before my research is done.”

There was a dangerousness in the boy´s voice that send shivers down your spine. And not in the way his presence usually did. Something felt off about this. As if something bad was about to happen if the situation wouldn´t calm down any time soon. And you certainly didn’t want to find out what exactly this thing would be.

So you took a deep breath and -just as Madame Pince was about to answer- stepped out of the shadows of the shelves and walked up to the two squabblers with the sweetest smile on your face.

“Excuse me, Madame Pince. I didn’t mean to interrupt your discussion, but I think Draco is here for the same reason I am. You know, the essay for Professor Snape. We have to finish it until tomorrow and I…”

“Very well Mrs (Y/l/n), but I didn’t ask for your interference. I think Mr Malfoy can very well speak for himself as we all have just heard.”

You tried to widen your smile even more and looked at the librarian with doe eyes.

“I´m sorry Madame Pince. I just wanted to help out.”

The witch looked at you with narrowed eyes, her lips pursed. Then her gaze shifted to the Slytherin in front of her, who looked at the two of you with an indefinable look on his face.

“Is that the reason you wanted to get in here, Mr Malfoy?”, Madame Pince asked, her eyes piercing the blond boy.

He just nodded and mumbled something incomprehensible about Professor Snape and his research. The gaze of the librarian shifted between him and you, scanning you as if she could see all the way to the bottom of your soul. Even though you were aware of the fact that you had done nothing wrong, you still felt your hands getting sweaty and you gulped heavily as you tried to withstand her glare without lowering your head.

Finally, Madame Pince nodded slowly.

“Two more hours. Then I will lock this section up again. And Mr Malfoy” She glared at the Slytherin, who did a much better job in returning her gaze than you had done before. “The next time you will tell me about your projects yourself. Or I granted you access to this section for the longest time.”

Then the librarian turned on her heel, not without shooting you one last warning glance, and strutted down the aisle soundlessly, her eagle eyes probably already looking for her next victim.

When Madame Pince was finally out of sight, you turned around to the blond boy, who had remained rooted in his spot, glaring at you, offering him a small smile that you didn’t expect him to return, before you got back to your desk again, letting yourself fall onto your chair.

When not even two minutes later, you heard some footsteps behind you, you couldn’t help the small smile that crept on your face. Finally, the steps came to a halt right next to you. You didn’t even need to look up to know who was standing there. Even if you wouldn’t have saved him only minutes ago, you would have done so. By now, you recognized the sound of his steps as well as the smell of his cologne.

“Care to join me?”, you asked without tearing your gaze from the book in front of you, even though you hadn’t even read a single sentence of the pages.

A small huff escaped the boy´s lips before you felt his presence departing. Only when you heard the creaking of the chair on the opposite side of the table, you glanced up again, a small smile still playing around your lips. As your eyes met the grey ones of your counterpart, a few seconds passed, before finally one corner of the blond boy´s lips twitched upwards, not enough to actually return your smile, but enough that you knew very well he acknowledged it.

You shoved the book to the side, mirroring the behaviour of the boy in front of you, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“What? Got nothing to say?”, you asked.

Silence.

You sighed.

“Oh hey, (Y/n). Thanks for helping me out with Madame Pince. Because she probably would have kicked me out if it wasn’t for you, because I behaved like a complete idiot.”, you said in a sarcastic voice, as you rolled your eyes.

You could see the amusement glistening in the boy´s eyes as he raised an eyebrow.

“Why would I have to say something if you already think you know what´s going on (Y/l/n)?”, he smirked.

As soon as he had broken the silence between the two of you, you could feel the tension that had been hovering above you like a dark cloud ease and you felt yourself melting into your chair, while your counterpart did just the same.

The relationship Draco Malfoy and you had was strange. You wouldn’t say the two of you were friends -probably far from it-, still, in comparison to how Draco treated most of his other classmates, the two of you got along very well. You weren’t quite sure why, but ever since you had been paired up with one another in your very first year at Hogwarts, there was something like an unspoken tie between the two of you. You regularly paired up in your classes and often met up afterwards to study together. And even though you justified the time you spend with Draco with the fact that he was a brilliant student and every task you started with him was granted to be a success, deep down, you knew that it was more than that. Because in the Slytherin´s company, you found a strange kind of comfort that confused you yet made you long for more. And even though you had never talked about it -you barely talked about anything but your classes at all- you sometimes suspected that Draco might feel the same about you. Or at least that´s what you were hoping for. You didn’t know what it was but whenever you spend your afternoons in the library alongside Draco, while studying silently or getting all worked up in preparation for the next class, you experienced a sense of home, you had never felt when you were with someone else. He made you feel safe and his special kind of humour made you -if he wasn’t insulting everyone around him for once- laugh every single time.

“So am I right about it?”, you responded, mirroring the slightly haughty look on Draco´s face.

The boy sighed.

“If you weren’t – could I convince you otherwise?”

“I highly doubt that.”, you chuckled.

“That´s what I thought. But unfortunately, all your brilliance won´t help you the slightest if you won´t bring it to paper.”, Draco answered, as he glanced at the paper in front of you, fully aware that what you had written wouldn’t satisfy Professor Snape the slightest yet.

“I would have made much more progress by now if someone”, you glared at the Slytherin in front of you, “wouldn’t have felt the need to yell at the librarian.”

You noticed Draco´s grin falling from his face immediately as he ducked his gaze.

You frowned. This kind of behaviour wasn’t unusual for Draco in the last few weeks. Ever since the new school year had started, he was acting rather strange. He seemed to be absent-minded most of the time and was roaming around the castle with a look on his face that made you suspect that he was up to no good. Also, he was much more thin-skinned than ever. A year ago, you wouldn’t have suspected Draco talking to the staff at Hogwarts in the way he had just done to Madame Pince. He had always been rude towards people he considered below his dignity, but always clever enough to not provoke people who were higher up the food chain than he was. But since you had become a sixth grader, Draco didn’t seem to care as much about his reputation or the consequences of his behaviour anymore. You couldn’t exactly blame him though. You knew his father, who Draco had always seemed to be quite close to, had been sentenced to Azkaban, which obviously dragged on the boy´s nerves. However, you felt like there was more than met the eye to his behaviour, even though you couldn’t quite grasp it yet. And even though you couldn’t help but wonder about his strange behaviour, you had always told yourself that this was none of your business. But now that you saw Draco zoning out once more, his hands anxiously fiddling around with the tie around his neck, you couldn’t help but worry about the boy in front of you that somehow looked so different from the one who had taken his place in front of you only minutes ago, teasing you about your own behaviour.

“Are you… is everything okay?”, you asked carefully, scared that by asking this you might overstep the invisible boundary that the two of you had drawn in your relationship, that you had so often been tempted to overstep, but had never dared to, worried that this might shatter the fragile bond between you and the boy irreversibly.

But Draco didn’t even seem to hear you. He was still staring into the void, caught up in his own thoughts.

You hesitated for a moment before you called him out once more: “Draco? Did you hear me?”

As if he snapped out of a trance, Draco stared at you with widened eyes. For a moment, you thought you could see his gaze soften as he looked at you, seeing how you knit your brows in concern, trying to get at least the slightest idea of what was going on inside his head.

But the moment passed and the gentle confusion on his face gave place to the usual mask he was wearing when he didn’t want people to know what he was thinking.

“I think you´ll have enough problems on your own if you keep on chattering instead of finishing your paper (Y/l/n).”, Draco answered in his usual arrogant voice, even though he wasn’t able to withstand your gaze as long as usual.

“I didn´t… Just wanted to check on you.”, you mumbled, as you felt your cheeks heating up. What in Merlin´s name were you thinking?

“That´s not your job, you know? I mean, it´s not like we're best friends or something. Braiding each other’s hair and sharing all our secrets. We´re studying together because we know we can benefit from one another since apparently, we are the only ones with a decent amount of intelligence. That´s all there is, isn’t it?” If you wouldn’t have known Draco for such a long time, you would have thought that there was a pleading look in his eyes, silently begging you to contradict. To tell him that there was more to your relationship than the fact that your grades benefited from it.

But Draco Malfoy wasn’t one to beg for anything. Neither was he one who would tolerate it if one would disagree with him.

So you just nodded and pulled the book you had shoved to the side closer again.

“Then we should start working again now, shouldn’t we? I can give you the notes I made on the essay if you want me to.”, you said, forcing yourself to smile at the Slytherin as you tried to ignore the stinging in your heart you had felt at his words.

Draco blinked and looked at you in confusion.

“The essay?”

You frowned.

“The essay for Professor Snape. About the Crutiatus Curse? That´s why you wanted to get in here, didn’t you?”

Draco hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering to the parts of the section that were lying in deep shadows, the parts, you didn’t dare to go and those Madame Pince had vigorously forbidden you to go to, before he looked back at you and gave you a short nod.

“Obviously it was. Wouldn’t have any other reason to get here, would I?”

You just nodded, before you shoved some of your notes over to Draco who gave you a thankful nod.

And for the rest of the evening, the two of you worked silently side by side, while you ignored Draco´s gaze lingering on you most of the time, just like he ignored the worried glances you threw him from time to time, as you wondered what was going on inside the blond boy´s head and why -if all you were were classmates- you still cared so much about it.

And over the next weeks, your worries only increased. Draco barely ever showed up to your study sessions and even in the lessons you shared with him, he was often missing. And if he joined you once, he would be absent-minded and make stupid mistakes, even though you knew he could do better. His grades obviously suffered under his strange behaviour but while the Draco you had known for several years, had always been anxious to be on top of the class, by now he didn’t seem to care at all. But not only his weird behaviour made you suspect that something was off more than ever. Draco also didn’t look as well as usual. It wasn’t like he wasn’t handsome and for some reason absolutely stupidly attractive anymore, but you could see the marks the changes in his life had left on him. His pale skin looked almost translucent, and his cheeks sunken. There were dark circles under his grey eyes, and while you had often secretly admired the silvery childish sparkle, he had held within them, by now they looked apathetically as they flickered through the room as if he was expecting a threat coming up to him any second, while his hands fiddled on the rings covering them the entire time.

By now, in the study sessions with Draco, he made you almost lose your mind. Because you were dying to know what was going on with the boy, but whenever you brought up the topic even the slightest, the Slytherin brushed you off in a rude way. Plus, while on the one hand you somehow still enjoyed spending time with Draco and were -regardless of his behaviour- under the impression that he might do so the same from time to time, on the other hand, you barely made any progress when you were working with Draco, and especially that shortly before the final exams, you couldn’t allow your grades to drop as well. But while most of the other people would by now probably have given Draco up, this only fuelled your determination to make not only yourself but also Draco pass the exams at the end of this school year. And from time to time, your volition seemed to pay off, because sometimes -even though it happened rarely- Draco seemed to be able to forget whatever was troubling him these days and was finally able to relax again, sometimes even breaking you a small smile that never failed to make your heartbeat quicken as you would return his smile without thinking about it twice. And whenever he did so you swore to yourself that, as soon as the exams would be over, you would dedicate your entire attention to helping Draco deal with whatever troubled him – whether he wanted you to or not.

You sighed in resignation as you looked at the pile of notes in front of you. The upcoming N.E.W.T exams stressed you out even more, now that they were just around the corner. Once more, it was Defence Against the Dark Arts, you struggled with the most. Not because you didn’t understand the tasks, but because whenever you thought you had finally understood the issue, ten other questions popped up in your head again, leaving you even more confused than you had been before. That wasn’t unusual to you, but in the other classes, your teachers were happy to answer every single one of your questions patiently until you were finally contented. Professor Snape however wasn’t exactly delighted whenever you would come up to him with yet another question and by now he had threatened you to dock some points from your house if you would ever do so again. And you had no doubt that the teacher would actually do so, so you tried to keep all your questions to yourself. But whenever you did so, your head felt as if it was going to explode any second, making you feel, like you didn’t even understand the essentials.

But suddenly, another idea came to your mind. Over the last few weeks, there had been another Professor who had, when he had noticed how much you were struggling in this class, sat down with you and patiently answered all the questions you had, no matter how long it took. And Professor Dumbledore certainly knew everything about the class he once used to teach himself, even though by now, this was decades ago. Plus, he always seemed to be delighted by your unquenchable thirst for knowledge, happily answering every single of your questions in as much detail as you wished for.

You had halfway gotten off your chair already when you stopped and took a look at your watch. It was already late at night, far after curfew. You knew that Professor Dumbledore wouldn’t hold it against you if you would be out of bed that late, fully understanding the pressure that was on you shortly before your exams. However, if one of the other teachers -or even worse Filch- would catch you, you would most likely get in trouble. But then again you knew that you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep before at least some of your questions would be answered and after all – if the headmaster wouldn’t mind it if you would pay him a visit, how could the other teachers do so?

So you grabbed a parchment and a quill and made your way out of the common room and to Dumbledore´s office.

When you had finally gotten to the office without any incidents, you came to a halt in front of the ugly gargoyle, that guarded the entrance. It had its eyes closed and seemed to be asleep already. Nervously, you shifted from one foot to the other before you cleared your throat. The gargoyle lazily opened its eyes and stared at you.

“I… I´m sorry to wake you up, but I would like to talk to Professor Dumbledore.”

A few seconds passed while the stone figure just eyed you. Then finally, it opened its mouth and spoke in a heavy voice: “The Headmaster isn´t here.”

You nodded.

“Okay and… Do you know where I can find him?”

Once more the gargoyle took its time to answer.

“Astronomy Tower.”, it said, before it closed its eyes again, and froze in its movement.

“Well, thanks then.”, you mumbled, before you turned around on your heel and walked towards the Astronomy Tower.

You weren’t quite sure what it was, but while you walked down the empty corridors of the castle, something felt different than usual. You felt shivers running down your spine as your steps echoed through the castle far too loud at the deathly silence that surrounded you.

But even though you felt as if your steps could be heard in the entire castle, no one showed up to see if everything was in order. It felt like no one was in the castle but you. Obviously, you knew that this wasn’t the case. Most people were simply asleep by now and Filch was probably somewhere on the other side of the castle. And even though you were aware of that fact, just as much as you were aware that the castle was just the same as hours ago when the sun hadn’t set already and there were still loads of students running around in the hallways, you felt like you had dived into a different dimension; one where it was important -maybe even lifesaving- to keep a close eye on your surroundings. And so you did as your steps got faster, aspiring to finally reach your destination.

When you had almost reached the Astronomy Tower, you suddenly heard a loud bang, followed by screams. You turned around quickly, turning your head to all sides. You could feel your heart pumping inside your chest quickly as you eavesdropped into the silence. You could still hear some voices, but they all sounded muffled. You took a deep breath and tried to calm down again. Probably some other students were still out of bed as well and had been caught by one of the Professors or someone had made fun of scaring their friends. But whatever it was, it still sounded far away.

You got a grip on yourself again as you accelerated your steps and hurried up the steps of the Astronomy Tower.

When you stopped in front of the wooden door that was the entrance to the platform you suspected the headmaster was on, you were panting. You took a few moments to catch your breath again, not willing to be a stuttering mess in front of the Professor. But when you finally raised your hand to knock on the door, you froze. For some reason, you had assumed that Professor Dumbledore would be up here on his own, but behind the door, you could hear some voices, even though you couldn’t understand what they were saying.

You hesitated. You didn’t know who the Professor was up here with, but given the time and place of the meeting, you assumed that they wanted to be undisturbed. And even though Dumbledore had already helped you out several times before, you highly doubted that he would be delighted if you would interrupt an important meeting with your stupid little questions. On the other hand, you also didn’t want to get back down there, since the strange feeling in your gut only grew stronger with every second and every fibre of your body was screaming at you not to leave yet. Following a strong intuition, you weren’t quite sure where you had gotten it from, you took a deep breath once more and knocked on the door.

When you pushed the door open, a greenish shimmer fell through the crack in the door. A shiver ran down your spine. You blamed the cold air of the night, tried to ignore the nagging feeling in your stomach, as you opened the door completely and took a step on the platform.

“Professor Dumbledore?” Your voice sounded a bit shaky. You straightened your back as you took another step forwards. “Professor? I´m sorry to interrupt. I know it´s already late but I have some questions regarding the…”

You stopped in the middle of the sentence. Because the person who was staring at you with widened eyes wasn’t Professor Dumbledore.

“Draco? What are you…”

Once more you interrupted yourself mid-sentence, as you finally took in the entire scene.

Draco had frozen in place as he had noticed you. His head had turned in your direction, his eyes were fixed on you. He seemed to have completely forgotten where he was or what he had been about to do before you had disturbed him. Because only moments before his attention seemed to be on someone else. Your eyes wandered down Draco´s extended arm, his hand that was clenched around his wand, as it shook vigorously. Your gaze followed the imaginary line you drew from Draco´s arm and finally settled on the second person that was on the platform.

The gargoyle had been right. Professor Dumbledore was up here indeed. He leaned against the barrier of the platform, his body slightly sunken down as his hands clenched around the parapet, trying to keep himself up, his eyes were halfway closed. But while this picture of your headmaster itself would have already been concerning enough in any other situation, right now, you barely even noticed it. Because as soon as you had taken in the entire situation, your eyes darted back at Draco´s wand that was aimed at the Professor´s chest.

“What in Salazar´s name are you doing here?” Draco´s voice sounded strange and hollow, almost like it wasn’t his, even though he tried to stride his usual arrogant tone. But you could hear his voice shaking just like the rest of his body did.

“I was… I just wanted to…”, you stuttered. “Forget this, what are you doing here?”

You stared at Draco who had by now lowered his wand by a few centimetres, even though it was still pointing at your headmaster.

For a moment, Draco looked as if he asked himself the very same question, but in the next, he straightened his back and looked at you coldly.

“That´s none of your business, (Y/l/n). Just leave and… forget what you´ve seen here.”

You looked at Draco in disbelief. Draco wasn’t stupid by all means, but even if he would have been he couldn’t actually think for the split of a second that you could ever forget the scene in front of you. Especially as long as you didn’t know yet what exactly was going on.

“You can´t seriously think that I would leave you like this, can you?” You stared at Draco, who had some difficulty to withstand your glare. “So tell me, what is this all about.”

When Draco didn’t answer, you turned around to the Professor, still leaning against the barrier.

“Professor?”, you asked, in a much more quiet voice now. “Professor, could you tell me… Would you mind explaining to me what is going on here?"

For a moment, you thought that Dumbledore hadn’t even heard you, but then, without even opening his eyes, he said: “Oh, young Mr Malfoy and I are just having a talk about his future prospects.”

Even though his voice was weak, and Dumbledore wasn’t looking fine at all, he still managed to strike his usual chatty tone. Draco turned his head, looking at the Professor flabbergasted, confirming your suspicion that this wasn’t the entire truth. But right now, you couldn’t quite tell if Professor Dumbledore was just joking, lying to you or in such a bad constitution, that he simply wasn’t able to think straight anymore.

“Professor… Are you… Are you alright?”, you asked carefully as you eyed the headmaster. “Should I get someone? Maybe Madame Pomfrey or…”

“I really appreciate your concern Mrs (Y/l/n), but I don’t think we should involve more people than necessary in this little encounter.”

“Are you telling me to leave or…”

“I fear that this isn’t advisable, is it?”, Professor Dumbledore said. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at Draco whose gaze flickered between you and the Professor in short distances. “If I am informed correctly, some Death Eaters have gained excess to the castle ground and even though I am positive that the members of the Order of the Phoenix will be able to cope with this inconvenience, I don’t want one of my students to bump into them.”

The professor smiled at you as if he had just told you about the arrival of an unbeloved cousin at a family gathering. You looked at him with widened eyes.

“Death Eaters? But Professor you have to.. we have to… I mean, what happened? How did they get in here? Is there anything I can do to help?”

“A very interesting story indeed. But I´m afraid we won´t have enough time to discuss the details of it right now.”

“So what do you want me to do, Professor? Please tell me.” Your voice sounded pleadingly as you looked at the headmaster who looked so different from how you used to know him. Professor Dumbledore had always appeared strong and confident, solid as a rock, but right now he looked so fragile. For the very first time, you didn’t see the powerful wizard, but the old man Dumbledore was as well.

Suddenly, the muffled sounds that were nearly drowned by the howling of the wind on the platform got louder and louder. By now you could recognize the screams and sounds of explosions as the combat sounds they were. Professor Dumbledore closed his eyes again and sighed heavily.

“I don´t think I can take the responsibility of sending one of my students down there to fight. So even though the atmosphere up here is a little tense right now, I suggest that you stay until we…”

“She can´t stay!”, Draco interrupted the headmaster forcefully. “She has to leave. I still have to obey the wishes of the Dark Lord and…” His voice broke, but still, Draco raised his wand again, pointing directly at Dumbledore´s chest.

Your thoughts were racing. Logically, you had a slight suspicion of what was going on here, yet your heart was screaming at you that this just couldn’t be true.

“Do you really want to send your friend down there, Draco?”, Dumbledore asked, as if he was actually interested in the boy´s opinion on this debate.

“She isn’t my friend.”, Draco spit out.

Even though there were many many more important things right now, you could feel your heart stinging at his words. You knew you weren’t, yet, having him saying this still hurt you.

“My mistake.”, Dumbledore said, with a faint smile on his lips. “I always assumed the two of you would get along very well.”

That´s what you had assumed as well. But once more, you were proven wrong.

Draco didn’t answer, as his gaze flickered from the Professor to you. He hesitated for a moment before he shook his head slightly.

“She can´t stay.” He locked his eyes with yours. There was a determination in his eyes you had barely ever seen before. “You can´t stay.”

“Seems like a stalemate then, doesn’t it?”, you answered.

“No, you don’t understand…”

“Exactly. I don’t understand. So better tell me what´s going on. What is this all about?”

Your voice sounded desperate, but you didn’t care. Because that´s what you were. You were desperate to know what was going on here, desperate for Draco to assure you that what was happening here wasn’t what it looked like. To assure you that the hushed rumours you had overheard in the hallways of the castle but never paid close attention to weren’t true.

“(Y/n), listen.” Even if Draco wouldn’t have had your attention before, by now he would definitely have had it. Because for the very first time he called you by your first name. It was a small detail, foolish to even pay attention to, but you just couldn’t help but notice. “This is about so much more than you can imagine right now. You have to get away from here. It´s dangerous and I can´t…”

Suddenly, some heavy steps rumbled up the stairs. You didn’t even know what was happening as you were pushed aside by an invisible force, as Dumbledore´s wandless magic pushed you into a corner and hid you behind some supplies used for the Astronomy classes. And before you could even protest, the door crashed open and some dark figures stormed onto the platform.

You remained frozen in place, trying to process everything that had happened within the last minutes, as well as the things that were still going on right in front of you. Your head was spinning, but through the haze of your mind, you caught up on some fragments of the conversation, enough to slowly put the pieces together. And as you carefully glanced around the corner, your suspicion was confirmed.

The people who had gained access to the tower were wearing dark cloaks; Death Eaters as you concluded. One of them you even recognized from the wanted posters, warning vividly against the werewolf with a strong affinity for children. Chills ran down your spine as you saw Greyback blacking his foul teeth, even more, when he took a step closer to Draco. But even though the blond Slytherin looked at the werewolf anxiously and firmly denied having knowledge of the fact that he would get into the castle tonight as well, the scene in front of you made one thing very clear. The way the four figures were talking to Draco, the fact that they hadn’t killed him yet and the fact that Draco´s wand still pointed at Professor Dumbledore´s chest, confirmed your worst fear. He was one of them. Draco Malfoy was indeed a Death Eater – or at least a confidant of them. You had known something had been off with the boy within the last months and you had known about the stories other people had told you about him, yet you had never fully believed it. How could the boy, you had spent so many hours with, had managed so many challenges with -and most importantly the boy who had been able to make you forget the rest of the world and just feel safe in his presence-; how could that boy had actually turned to the dark side? You bit your tongue until you could taste the metallic flavour of your own blood, as your thoughts were racing.

But now wasn’t the time to get distracted by the aching in your heart, when you thought about all your hopes and dreams regarding Draco splattering right in front of you. You had to shove aside all the memories of what had happened in the past and thoughts about what could have happened in the future and get your head straight again. Because what mattered the most now was the fact, that Professor Dumbledore was in grave danger – regardless of whether Draco would actually be able to fulfil the wishes of You-know-who or not. You tried to take a deep breath to stop your heart from beating way too fast and to prevent your hands from shaking. Centimetre for centimetre, your hand wandered to the pocket you kept your wand in, mentally preparing yourself to grab it immediately if any of the Death Eaters would actually try to attack Dumbledore. Deep down you knew you wouldn’t stand a chance against all four -no, five- of them, and you also knew that Dumbledore wouldn’t want any of his students to put their own lives in danger to save him; but what kind of human would you be if you wouldn’t even try? And maybe -just maybe- the Professor and you would stand a chance against the others. Dumbledore was obviously weakened, but he was still one of the most powerful wizards in the world. Plus, you had a moment of surprise on your side. And also, against all the odds, you still silently hoped that Draco might help you, once he realized you stood a chance. Or that he at least wouldn’t fight you. You vividly remembered the shock on his face when he had realized what you had gotten yourself into. How worried he had been about you, not wanting to get you hurt. At that moment, you had been sure that he actually cared about you – maybe more than you had ever thought he would and so much more than he had ever admitted. And if he only cared about you the slightest, he wouldn’t fight against you, would he? But then again, could you actually compete with the longstanding influence Draco had been under for his entire life, forcing him into thinking that whatever these people were up to right now was the right thing? You would most likely find it out soon because the situation on the platform grew more and more intense. Your hand was only centimetres away from your wand, your fingertips almost touching it. You were ready to fight. Ready to defend the Professor and…

Suddenly another person entered the platform. As he stepped out of the shadows, you breathed out in relief. Even though Professor Snape for sure wasn’t one of your favourite professors, you knew that he was loyal to Dumbledore. Maybe everything would be fine after all.

But while you just were about to relax again slightly, everything happened all at once; way too fast for you to process, yet you felt like time went by in slow motion. One of the cloaked figures approached the Professor, telling him Draco apparently wasn’t capable of executing the sheer impossible. As your eyes shifted to said boy, you could see the forlorn look in his eyes, as he looked at his favourite Professor, as if he was hoping he would be able to take this burden off his shoulders. But if Draco was hoping that Professor Snape would be able to help him and the Death Eaters didn’t attack him but talked to him like an old friend, didn’t that mean that…

But at the very same time, someone else spoke up, his voice weak and pleading, a sound that made shivers run down your spine, as Dumbledore looked up to his confidant and whispered: “Severus.”

Professor Snape´s cold eyes landed on the headmaster still leaning against the parapet. And for the first time since you had known him, the emotions the potions master felt were clearly written on his face, which was distorted to a mask of hate and disgust, as he shoved Draco to the side, who stumbled backwards, finally dropping his wand. The Death Eaters stumbled back as well, all eyes fixed on the Professor, as he came to a halt in front of Professor Dumbledore.

“Severus…”, Dumbledore´s eyes flickered through the room for a moment, coming to a halt on everyone on the platform, then a bit longer at a blank spot near the door, before they landed back on the Professor. “Please.”

As Professor Snape raised his wand, his hand was calm, as well as his voice, when he voiced the words: “Avada Kedavra.”

A green light flashed through the room, the flash hitting Dumbledore right in his chest. You saw the headmaster´s expression changing to a look of something that -in any other situation- you would have described as curiosity or maybe even pleasant surprise. But you couldn’t be sure, because it only lasted for a second, before the force of the lightning that had strutted him, made the Professor stumble backwards, until his back hit the barrier, making him lose his balance and tip over backwards. And the last thing you could see was a sparkling of his crescent-shaped glasses before the void of the night swallowed the professor.

The scream of terror was barely muffled by your hands pressed in front of your mouth. The Death Eaters however didn’t hear it, since it got lost in the sound of their laughing and cheering. Draco however seemed to have heard it, because while he had watched the entire scene with widened eyes and frozen in place, he now turned around, his eyes landing on you, as you remained pressed to the wall behind you, hands still covering your face, your eyes probably just as widened in horror as Draco´s. Time slowed down as the two of you just stared at each other and you felt a strange calmness washing over you, given the fact that he would most likely kill you on the spot after what you had just witnessed or at least tell one of his new found friends to do so.

But nothing like that ever happened. Draco just kept on looking at you, as if he was just as hypnotized by you as you were by him. Only when Professor Snape turned around on his heel, walking up to Draco, grabbing him by his neck, trying to force him through the door, Draco swayed slightly but didn’t react any further. And when Snape´s gaze followed Draco´s and his cold gaze finally settled on you, you knew you were screwed.

Your professor stared at you, his gaze by now as unfazed again as it usually was. By no means anyone who would look at him now would have guessed that this man had just murdered someone not even a minute ago. And you would be his next victim. Because if Snape was capable of murdering the headmaster, who was -no, had been- not only one of the greatest wizards of all times but also one of the people who you had always thought was the closest to the Professor; what would he then do to one of his students he barely knew and probably didn’t even like that much? You let your arms sink down slowly, ready to grab your wand and fight. You most likely wouldn’t be able to fight your way out, probably wouldn’t even be able to take down just one of them, but you knew you owned it Professor Dumbledore to at least try and fight and maybe even scar his murderer for life.

So you continued staring at the Professor, ready to defend at least his first attack. But then, Professor Snape turned around to Draco and looked at him vividly.

“We have to leave.”

Draco didn’t answer.

“Do you hear me? We leave. Now!”

When the boy still didn’t react, Snape tried to shove him out of the room, but Draco shook his arm off, his gaze still fixed on you. Snape´s gaze flickered from the boy over to you, and back to him. Then, he leant down, whispering something into Draco´s ear, who just nodded, never taking his eyes off you.

Snape turned around to the Death Eaters, who were too occupied celebrating their victory to notice what was still going on on the platform.

“Let´s get out here.”, he said, making sure all of them obeyed and had left the platform before he went through the door as well, shooting Draco one last glance, before he went down the stairs.

You remained frozen in your spot; just as well as Draco. A few seconds passed before Draco finally opened his mouth.

But before the first word could even leave his lips, suddenly you heard a strange noise on the other side of the platform. You turned your head, your hand grabbing your wand, ready to defend yourself, as Draco did just the same. Perplexed you watched, how all of the sudden, Harry Potter appeared in the corner of the room, not even shooting Draco or you a single glance before he sprinted through the door. And as he flew down the stairs you could hear how his voice was filled with just as much anger as pain as he shouted: “Snape!”

For a moment your eyes remained glued to the empty door Harry had left behind, as he had taken the chase, but then you suddenly remembered that you weren’t on your own yet. You quickly turned around to Draco, who, as he heard the small noise of your shoes on the floor, turned around again as well, as he looked at you almost confused. The boy still looked terrified, but as he saw you standing there, your back still pressed against the wall, panting, eyes widened in terror and a tight grip around your wand, his gaze softened slightly.

“(Y/n), I…”, he spoke up, taking a step towards you, but you just pressed into the wall behind you further, raising your wand.

“Don’t come closer.”, you whispered as you eyed him distrustfully. Because even though there was a small voice in your heart that was telling you that Draco would never hurt you, the facts definitely told you differently. The fact that the boy who had been about to murder someone only minutes ago and apparently was working together with the worst wizard of all time was now looking at you almost caringly and his voice sounded as soft as you had never heard it before, made him not seem like a classmate or even friend who cared about you, but more like a psychotic maniac. And the fact that he still had his wand raised, didn’t make the entire situation better.

“(Y/n), please let me…”

“No!”, you cut him off again. “Don’t come closer to me or I swear to Merlin, I´ll kill you.”

Draco gulped heavily.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would. Better you than me.”

But deep down you knew that Draco was right. You weren’t a murderer. You weren’t capable of taking a life, especially one that you had been stupid enough to care about so much and a part of you still did care about. But still, you wouldn’t be foolish enough to let down your guard, making it even easier for Draco to take you down.

“I won´t hurt you. I… I couldn’t.”, he added in a low voice.

You didn’t answer, your eyes flickering down to his hand still clenched around his wand. You almost laughed. It was just ironic that the boy who was pointing his wand at you after you had seen what he was capable of was now trying to calm you down. How were you supposed to believe him?

And Draco seemed to realize this as well, because as his gaze followed yours, he quickly lowered his wand, before he tucked it away tightly, in a way that would make it hard for him to reach it fast enough to attack your surprisingly, but which would it also make it harder for him to defend himself if you should decide to attack him.

“Please… I can explain this. It´s not…”

“Oh, don’t tell me it´s not what it looks like. And there´s no need to explain anything. I think I already understand very well.”

“No, I swear to Salazar, you don’t.”

“Oh, so you didn’t sneak up here to…”, Your voice threatened to break as the pictures of the last moments of your headmaster flashed in front of your inner eye. You closed them for a moment, trying to get rid of the memories before you continued: “To kill him for your boss? And you didn’t help your Death Eater friends to get in here and help you? You didn’t willingly take the risk of your schoolmates -your actual friends- getting hurt, just because you´re not a man enough to do something like that on your own?”

“I didn’t want anyone to get hurt.” Draco´s voice sounded weak.

You laughed bitterly.

“So you thought they´d just knock on the door nicely?”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

"You always have a choice. We all do. But you are just too selfish to understand what it means to care for other people and to take the risk to…”

“He would have killed my family!”, Draco interrupted you vigorously. For the first time when he looked at you, you didn’t only see sorrow in his eyes, but defiance. “He told me he would kill everyone I love, starting with my mother. And as soon as he would have taken it over, he would get my father out of Azkaban and kill him as well. And then he would come here and end it with all of my friends, so don’t you dare to tell me that I´m selfish.”

You looked at the boy, mouth slightly agape. And as you saw him standing there, panting heavily, with a wild look in his eyes, you couldn’t help but for some reason believe him.

“But why… why didn’t you just ask for help?”, you asked, by now not nearly as furious as you had been a minute ago.

Draco let out a bitter laugh.

“Who do you think I could have asked? The old man?” He nodded in the direction of the barrier where Dumbledore had stood just before the betrayal by one of his narrowest confidants. His face looked hard as he said those words, yet his voice shook slightly as he mentioned your headmaster. “He didn’t even understand that Professor Snape had fooled him for years. Do you really think he would have been able to protect me and everyone else?” Draco shook his head. “I had to rely on myself with this. I might have had a choice (Y/n), but the price was too high to pay. Don’t tell me you would have done it any other way.”

You remained silent, not able to disagree with Draco. The mere thought of someone threatening to kill your family and all your friends was enough to make chills run down your spine. If the threat would be credible enough -and you had no doubt that You-know-who was an expert in this- you probably would have acted in the same way as Draco had done. To judge him for his actions wasn’t on you for sure. Also, in the end, Draco hadn’t been capable of fulfilling the wishes of his master and actually murder the professor. And probably not only because Snape pre-empted him. Draco had had plenty of time to kill the headmaster on his own, but he hadn’t done so. Even when the Death Eaters had come up here, he still hadn’t taken the wheel and had even lowered his wand – or at least that´s what you thought you had seen.

You took a deep breath and looked at Draco. By now he had buried his hands deep in his pockets and looked at you in a challenging way, yet he looked as if he was afraid of your next actions. Because in the end, now everything was on you. In the end, he was up to your mercy. If he actually wouldn’t hurt you, it would be on you to decide what you would tell the people down in the castle, who would most likely show up here any second, at least those of them who didn’t took the chase with the Death Eaters, or if you might forget some certain details that might bring Draco into a position that would be rather difficult to explain.

But to make a final decision, you needed to know one last thing. You took a step closer to Draco, who had by now lowered his gaze but glanced up at you shyly as he heard your steps.

“Would you… Could you have done it? Could you have killed him?”, you asked in a low voice.

Draco hesitated for a moment, before he shrugged his shoulders, avoiding your gaze. But this wasn’t an answer that would satisfy you and the Slytherin seemed to realize it too, because a few more moments passed before he sighed. When he spoke up again, his voice sounded more vulnerable than you had ever heard it.

“I am not a murderer.” He shook his head slightly yet determined. “I am not.”

And even though he hadn’t answered your question directly, it still was everything you needed to know.

You nodded and relaxed your tensed shoulders slightly.

“Then we should probably get down there and tell everyone what happened.”

Draco gulped heavily, but he didn’t contradict.

“We will tell them how some Death Eaters found their way into the castle and how they outnumbered Professor Dumbledore and how Professor Snape... How Professor Snape betrayed him and… and murdered him. And how they left together and how all we could do was watch.”

Draco´s gaze shot up and he looked at you with widened eyes.

“But that´s… (Y/n), that´s not what happened. You know that just as well as me.”

As you looked at the boy in front of you, all the memories of the last six years flashed through your mind. Every single one of Draco´s cruel jokes and actions, all his beliefs that he had never been afraid to voice and act on. All of this just as well as the moments when Draco hadn’t been this product of his environment but you had seen his true self shimmering through. All of the things you had been through, all of the hard work that still had felt so effortless when you had done it with him. All the afternoons you had spent in the library, all the glances and rare smiles you had shared over the years that had told you so much more about the boy in front of you than any words ever could. A small, sad smile crept on your lips as you returned his gaze.

“I mean, I don’t know about you, but I obviously don’t know any details about what happened, since I hadn’t been involved in all of this. Were you?”

The hint of a hopeful smile showed on Draco´s face, but it dropped again as soon as it had appeared.

“But Potter knows the… he knows more than you.”

You bit your lip and nodded. You didn’t know where Harry was and you sincerely hoped that he would be just fine, but the fact that he knew certain details about what had happened might become a problem. A problem for Draco. But also for you. Because for some reason, you didn’t want anyone to ever know the truth. Or at least for now. Because you didn’t want Draco to get expelled, or worse, sent to Azkaban for what he had done -or more precisely had needed to do. And not only because there was a part of you that was screaming at you to not let him go. Because you for some reason felt safe with him. Because for some reason you knew that you needed him here and because you were scared of what would happen to him if he would leave. However, you also knew that this wasn’t what Professor Dumbledore would have wanted for him. The headmaster had always loved his students dearly and had always been ready to protect them. And if you had understood it correctly, he had been willing to help Draco out of his misery until the very last second. You knew that Dumbledore wouldn’t have wanted Draco to face a dark fade and that he had still believed in him. And if no one else was there to carry on this belief anymore, then you would be more than willing to be that person. Maybe this was just a way to justify your actions, but deep down you had a sincere feeling that Professor Dumbledore would have actually wanted this.

“I mean… Harry was in shock. After everything he has seen… And he already distrusted you, so it would have been easy for him to misinterpret this situation….”

But before you could continue, Draco cut you off harshly.

“No, (Y/n). I won´t let you do this. I mean, if we stick to the original story, you can say that I talked you into believing this version of truth. That I made you trust me. You don’t have to actually lie for this. But if you do it that way… That´s wrong. And I won´t let you do this and maybe even ruin your life just for me.”

“But I would do it. It´s a plan, Draco.”

You looked at the boy pleadingly, as he took a step closer until he was standing right in front of you and smiled down at you sadly, the unknown softness in his eyes almost making your heart melt.

“It might be a plan, but it´s a stupid one, love.”

“Well, you can´t tell me what to say.”, you said illiberally.

“And you can´t tell me either. So if you really want to go down this path, I will tell them the truth. And not your interpretation, but everything.”, he said in a voice, that was way too calm for the fact that he had just threatened to confess attempted murder.

“That would be stupid.”

Draco shrugged his shoulders.

“It might be. But I think it´s worth it if that means you won´t do something just as stupid.”

You looked at him with narrowed eyes and tilted your head slightly.

“Why do you even care?”, you whispered, as you eyed the boy closely.

Draco hesitated for a moment, looked as if he wanted to say something, as his gaze grew even softer for a second, giving away so much more than you could understand at this moment, before he suddenly pulled back, his face hardening again.

“I don’t think we have time for this now. I need to leave before they get me.”

For a moment you felt slightly disappointed at the loss of his closeness, yet you knew that this wasn’t the right moment for those thoughts for many reasons.

“But where do you even want to go?”

Draco shifted from one foot to the other.

“Professor Snape told me about a place. I just need to apparate there.”

“You can´t apparate on school´s ground.”, you contradicted.

“The entire school is flapping right now. I can easily sneak out.”

“That´s the point. Everyone is on their feet. If someone sees you…”

“They don’t know what happened yet.”

“You can´t know that´s.”

“I´m afraid that this is a risk I have to take.”

“Let me join you.”

Draco looked at you as if you had completely lost your mind. Then he shook his head firmly.

“There´s no way. This is way too dangerous. You should just get back to your dorm and…”

“I won´t go there now for sure. I´ll join you, Draco. I won´t leave you alone now.”

Silence.

“Just to the border. I won´t even leave the ground.”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and withstood Draco´s glance until the boy sighed in defeat.

“You won´t leave the ground. Not even one step. And if something happens, you get back right away. Promised?”

You nodded, even though you knew just as well as Draco, if it would all come down, you would break your promise anyway.

You tiptoed down the stairs of the Astronomy Tower. The silence that surrounded you was almost ghostly. As you wandered down the empty corridors, some broken glass that used to cover the windows to your sides crunched under your feed. Neither Draco nor you said a word, each of you lost in your own thoughts. You were still wondering if what you were just doing was the right thing. Because after all, Draco apparently had been the one to make all of this possible. But after everything he had told you; could you really blame him for what he had done? But then again; how could you be so sure that he had told you the truth? That he wasn’t just using you to get out of the castle safely? You already knew the answer, or at least your very subjective answer to this question. Draco had tried to protect you. He hadn’t given you away when the Death Eaters had come to the tower and he had stayed with you, rather than leaving with them, even though he couldn’t be sure that that wouldn’t be his end. And as you glanced at the boy beside you, lips pursed and hands still shaking slightly, while his eyes wandered around restlessly, you somehow knew that your choice was the right one. Suddenly, you heard a loud banging, not far from you. You flinched, immediately raising the hand that was clutched around your wand, while the other one intuitively reached for Draco´s. You were turning your head to both sides, eyes opened wide, searching for any potential threat, but no one was in sight, neither friend, nor foe. You soon started to relax slightly, as you looked at Draco, who returned your gaze, with the slightest grin on his face. Only then you realized that you were still holding on to him. As soon as the realization hit you, you wanted to let go, but Draco prevented you from doing so, by catching your hand again, intertwining his fingers with yours, while the grin on his face only widened. You couldn’t help the blush creeping on your cheeks as he looked at you. For the first time this night, you could see a small fraction of the sparkle in his eyes again, that you always used to adore so much. You knew for sure that your timing couldn’t be worse, yet you could feel the butterflies erupting in your stomach as his thump tenderly brushed over the back of your hand while his eyes never left yours. It felt like years, yet only seconds had passed until Draco finally broke the eye contact and cleared his throat.

“We should really leave now. It isn’t safe here.”

And even though you knew that he was right, you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed as Draco continued his way, yet you noticed that his hand still held on tightly to yours, making you feel like you would follow him to the end of the world if he would only continue doing so.

By now, you had almost reached the courtyard. Soon, Draco and you would have to say goodbye, and you feared this moment more than anything.

But just as you turned around the next corner, you suddenly felt a flash of warm light buzzing past you, only centimetres away from your ear and exploding in the wall behind you. And if it wouldn’t have been for Draco pulling you back, it would have hit you directly.

You stumbled against Draco´s chest, not even realizing what was happening, as Draco shoved you behind him, raising his wand, ready to defend you.

“Tonks, no! These are students!”, you suddenly heard a familiar voice. And Draco seemed to recognize it as well because he stopped his movements and carefully glanced around the corner.

And as you tiptoed to catch a glimpse over Draco´s shoulder, you sighed in relief. You pulled Draco, who remained frozen in place, around the corner and walked up to the people standing in the middle of the corridor.

“Professor Lupin!”, you called out, a small smile creeping on your face as you saw your favourite Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher standing there with a just as relieved smile on his face. He looked haggard and had a few scratches on his face, but apart from that, he seemed to be uninjured.

“Miss (Y/l/n), Mr Malfoy, are you alright?”, he asked, scanning the two of you with narrowed eyes for any injuries.

“We´re just fine.”, you nodded and forced yourself to smile once more, while Draco stood right next to you, holding onto your hand tightly, not daring to say a word.

“Sorry for that.”, the woman who had thrown the curse at you said with a wry smile. “Thought you were one of them.”

“Apparently Death Eaters have attacked the school.”, Lupin explained to you. The grin on his face was wiped away quickly at his words. “We don’t know how they came in here or what they want but by now they seem to be gone.”

You nodded.

“We saw them.”

“Have they seen you? Did you fight? Do you know if any of them are still in here? Is anyone hurt?”

You bit your lip and glanced at Draco, whose gaze was fixed on the ground.

“I think they are all gone, but Professor…” You took a deep breath. “There is something I have to tell you. Professor Dumbledore… I don’t know how… He is… Professor Dumbledore is…”

Suddenly you heard some loud voices.

“Remus! Tonks! Over here! Quick!”

The Professor turned around immediately. Then he looked at you once more with a grave expression on his face.

“Listen, I want the two of you to get to the Hospital Wing. We´ll meet there and you´ll tell me everything, alright?”

You were barely able to nod before Lupin and Tonks rushed in the opposite direction.

After they turned around the next corner, you turned around to Draco, who still didn’t move. His eyes looked suspiciously glossy and he didn’t dare to look up at you. You tucked his hand carefully.

“Let´s get you out of here.”, you said in a soft voice, as you waited for him to react. And soon, Draco obeyed, and you continued your way out of the castle.

Without any further interruptions and much too fast for your taste, you finally reached the border of the castle´s ground. In the dim light coming from the castle, you could barely see anything, but maybe it was better this way because if you would have seen the look on Draco´s face in any more detail than you did now, it would have probably broken your heart than it already did and you wouldn’t have been able to let him go after all.

For a few moments, you just stood next to each other, staring at the line, where the grass of the meadows morphed into the woods of the forbidden forest; the one place no student was allowed to go. But tonight, you would have overstepped any boundary if this would mean that you could just stay with Draco, making sure he would be okay. But you knew he wouldn’t let you, and somewhere deep down you also knew that this was for the best, even though you didn’t want to admit it.

Finally, Draco slowly loosened the grip he still had on you, until your arm was falling to your side again, feeling cold and useless without his touch.

“So, that´s it?”, you whispered into the silence, not daring to look at Draco yet.

The boy nodded, even though you couldn’t see.

“That´s it.”, he confirmed, trying to hide the shaking threatening to take over in his voice.

As you turned around to look at him and saw his silhouette tensing as his shoulders trembled, you felt your eyes starting to sting as you shook your head in denial. You knew that this was probably the only way, yet now, that it was actually about time for Draco to leave, you just felt like your heart couldn’t take it. How could you let him go if you didn’t know what was going to happen? Maybe if he would stay, if he would explain everything – maybe then there would be a happy end after all. But if he would leave now, there was no turning back, and you didn’t even dare to think about what might happen to him under the command of You-know-who.

“This can´t be it.”, you said. Your voice sounded desperate, as the tears forming in your eyes threatened to fall. “This can´t be the end.”

“This isn’t the end (Y/n). It´s just… it´s going to be different now.”

“I don’t want to lose you.”, you sniffed.

Draco stepped closer to you and cupped your face in his hands. By now he was close enough that you could see almost each of his details clearly, even in the dim light and through the daze of the tears.

“You won´t, love. I promise. I´m yours and I will find a way to get back to you. Whatever it takes.”

Even though you could feel your heart breaking, at the very same moment, you could also feel it beating faster.

“You´re mine?”, you asked with a small smirk.

Draco forced himself to return your wry smile.

“I´m all yours. I´ve always been. I´ve just been too much of an idiot to admit.” He let out a low chuckle before he grew serious again. “But as soon as I´ll get back to you, I´ll be whatever you want me to be.” He hesitated for a moment before he added: “If you want me at all.”

You tilted your head slightly, giving in to the feeling of his hand that was still cupping your cheek. Your eyes closed fluttery at the feeling of his warm skin against yours, but you opened them again and locked your eyes with his, not blinking once, as you returned: “I do.”

You could see a small smile playing around Draco´s lips at your words, and it only grew wider as you added: “And the only thing I want you to be is yourself. I always did and I always will.”

“Even after everything that happened tonight?” His voice sounded raspy, full of regret as he thought about how close he had been to losing it all tonight.

“Do you really think I got you out of there just so you can live your happily ever after without me?”, you tried to tease him, but even though Draco´s lips twitched upwards for a second, he remained serious.

“Couldn’t have it without you anyway, love.”

You smiled at him sweetly.

“That´s just what I wanted to hear.”

Then finally, Draco returned your smile, somewhat wholehearted, for a moment forgetting all of the trouble that lay behind him and ahead. And when his gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips for a second, you gave the boy a small nod, before he leaned closer, until he finally closed the gap between the two of you.

The feeling of Draco´s lips on yours let you forget everything else, as they slowly started moving against yours. His hands wandered from your cheeks to your hips, pulling you closer, while yours wandered up his chest and sneaked around his neck, with the very same intention. At this very moment, everything felt like it was just like it was supposed to be - as if nothing else mattered. You knew that whatever would happen next -whatever challenge you would have to face- as long as you knew that Draco was with you and you were with him, everything would just work out somehow.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally pulled back, panting heavily, but smiling brightly, nevertheless. Draco wrapped his arms around you, pulling you impossibly close, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You let out a comfortable sigh as you nuzzled your face into his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

“I promise I won´t leave you, (Y/n). Even when I´m away, I´ll always be with you.”, he mumbled, his breath tickling your neck.

You nodded and hummed in response.

“I know.”

When you loosened your grip and took a step back, you saw Draco smiling down at you with so much admiration that you thought your heart might explode any second. But as you turned your head and looked at the castle, you saw some small lights somewhere in the distance, slowly coming closer.

“I think you should leave now.”, you said, smiling at Draco sadly.

The boy followed your gaze and nodded. He pressed a small kiss on your lips before he looked at you.

“Just promise me, you won´t forget me when I´m gone, will you?”

You nodded and smirked.

“How could I? You´ll leave all the homework Flitwick has given to us to me. I won´t forget that very soon.”

Draco chuckled.

“I hope you got some more pleasant memories with me now than doing homework.”

“I think I´ll be able to think of something.”, you smiled.

Draco nodded and returned your smile, before he took your hand into his larger ones, placing a ghostly kiss on your knuckles, making you shiver.

“Goodbye, my love.”, he said, before letting go of your hand and walking towards the woods. You watched him closely, wanting to take in every single detail about him for as long as you could.

And just when he had passed the border, you spoke up again.

“Draco? You will be okay, won´t you?”

The boy turned around to you again and smiled at you.

“Don´t worry, love. I got something worth to coming back to now.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. I´ll be back before you can even start to miss me.”

“Then you wouldn’t be able to leave at all.”

“I told you, I won´t leave. I´ll be with you. Always.”

You nodded. But there was still one thing left to say. One thing that you should have told the boy who meant so much to you, a very long time ago, and that might have changed things – at least between the two of you for the better.

“But Draco, just so you know I… I l…”

But before you could even finish your sentence, Draco cut you off.

“I know, love. This isn’t the time for this. But someday you will tell me and I´ll tell you too, and I swear to Salazar, I´ll never get tired of it, yes?”

You nodded.

“Yeah.”

A soft breeze blew through the trees around you, making you shiver. Draco smiled at you as you crossed your arms in front of your chest, trying to shield yourself from the cold. One day, he would be there, to do so for you; to protect you, not only from the cold but every harm out there. He just knew it and deep down, you felt it too. And for that reason, the smile on your face didn’t fade when your gaze wasn’t fixed on Draco anymore but on the empty ground, he had stood on only seconds ago, leaving behind the promise of a happily ever after for the both of you.

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[purplemarshal]

Lovers Rock

Possibly the last chapter for my little 2012 Casey x Donnie fic. Unless there's high demand for more.

Casey’s P.O.V.

When I woke up the next morning I wasn’t surprised with the absence of Donnie. Not saying that I have the best memory of last night but I do think we were a little closer than either of us would like to admit. But I wasn’t going to let something as silly as essentially cuddling get in the way of today, but I think we all know Don would. 

After stumbling over a couple loose projects I finally made my way out of the dimly lit lab and into the equally familiar environment of the entrance of the lair. 

I could both hear and feel the turtles training in the dojo, so without any goodbye’s I left, walking through the sewers as though I didn’t have a care in the world. My hands practically froze to the ladder as I was climbing up so the rest of my walk home was already doomed. 

Pausing in front of my apartment door I took a moment to reset. My house was normally quiet, especially when compared to the Hamato household. So considering the time, not even six a.m. yet, and how I stayed at a friend's house last night I should probably make breakfast for the three of us. Silently I turned the doorknob and crept into the dark living room, making sure to not step on any of the floorboards that I knew would cause any form of auditory disturbance. 

Angel, my little sister, slept in the room closest to the entrance, followed by my dad then me. The kitchen and bathroom were on the wall opposite to the bedrooms so I had to be ever so careful with what my next move would be, but because of my experience I worked mainly off of muscle memory, making my Dad’s meal first because his alarm should be going off soon. Next I would make mine, and last I would make Angels. Once everyone was awake, and soon gone I had the apartment to myself.

Hours passed and I barely did anything. The turtles didn’t need me for patrol today and April was coming back tomorrow so all I could do was stay here; and there is nothing to do here. Except for sleep.

Considering how little I slept last night it sounded pretty good. Sprawling onto the living room couch I mentally imagined how the rest of the day should go. Angel is staying at our grandparents house so no need to worry about picking her up today, and dad is going on another business trip so I could sleep however long I wanted. 

‘Someone is watching me.’

I stumbled off of my cramped sleeping arrangement to try and calm my nerves, I was home alone, so why did it feel like I was being watched? That however was resolved as quickly as the green brown and purple flash that sprinted into my room. Why is Donnie here? My eyes quickly found the small digital clock beneath the T.V. damn seven P.M. a four and a half hour nap was probably not the best idea, but that wasn’t my biggest concern right now. 

“Donnie?”

I called out, putting on my favorite record, turning it up enough to fill the emptiness of the apartment in a pleasant way. Peering into my bedroom I wasn’t surprised to see the oh so familiar mutant sitting on my bed, even though they couldn’t say the same. Their eyes and mouth blasted open at the sight of me, although surprised to see me in my own home. 

“Hey Don, I’m surprised you're not sick of me yet.”

They chuckled and shook their head, calming down a little but they still looked uncomfortable.  

“Would you like to be?”

The bed creaked under my added weight as I sat next to them. 

“You know what I said the other day on patrol, about how “charming you were? Well what I meant by that was-”

Being the idiot I was while stumbling over my words I didn’t notice them leaning in, and eventually meeting their lips with mine. A short, but extremely effective way to shut me up I suppose. The kiss however got interrupted by the sound of my record skipping, Donnie got up and flipped it over, but when they sat back down, I didn’t fail to notice how they were slightly closer to me. 

“You’ve already said that, asshole.”

Donnie muttered, moving their hand on top of mine. I felt like I was on fire, and if I weren't the Casey Jones I probably would’ve exploded from all of the emotions at once, but instead, matching their tone I mumbled.  

“I might let you stay, but just for tonight, Birdbrain.”

They chuckled into the second kiss, this time it was longer.

“Now, how many men have you kissed?”

We pulled apart, but still touched our foreheads.

“Very few.”

A short answer.

“But you offered me a kiss, why?”

I positioned myself to meet eye to eye, full of adoration. 

“Such a foolish reason I’m afraid, I just wanted to kiss you.”

12:10 a.m. Jan 1 2024 So, yeah. Not sure how to feel, Happy New years everyone!

[chris-hartley]

Happy Pride Month! This month I'll be partaking in the Pride Month Bingo challenge hosted by @queenofbaws, @unicornaffair, and @jadedsunshine.

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Today I've decided to start off with the prompt that came to me first: There Was Only One Bed! This fic is written about my Total Drama OC, Dannie, and her ex-girlfriend Lola (@horatios-mom's character)! Feel free to check out the @teadocs blog for more info on those two, but other that without further ado, my first fic for this month!

The competition was down to just a few pairs. Charlie and Chad (the married couple), Skylar and Ethan (the siblings), and Dannie and Lola (the exes). And over the span of the last round, Dannie and Lola had been all but at each other’s throats. And by the time they got back to the hotel where they’d been put up for the night, Dannie was exhausted.

All she wanted to do was curl up in her bed and go to sleep and not speak to Lola until the next morning. After all, she’d been on the receiving end of a passive aggressive comment here and there and wasn’t 100% sure what she’d done to deserve most of them.

Lola unlocked their hotel room, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

“Knock yourself out,” Dannie muttered, carrying her bag into the room, but quickly her face dropped when instead of two beds, there was only one. 

The sound of the shower running came from the bathroom, and it wasn’t like Dannie was eager to invite Lola along to sort out this rooming situation. So she took a deep breath and went downstairs to the lobby, going to talk to the woman at the front desk.

“Hi, uh, there seems to be a misunderstanding. Me and my friend were supposed to have a room with two beds, but there’s only one. Can we get a different room?”

The woman clicked her tongue, “Sorry, no can do hun. It’s a busy season here. You see, the eclipse is in full totality so we’ve got loads of out of towners. Afraid there’s no more rooms to choose from.”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Dannie muttered.

“What’s the name on the booking?” The woman asked.

“Chris Mclean? I think.”

The woman typed it in and nodded, “I see. Three rooms, one bed each.”

“Chris did this? I swear next time I-” she clenched her jaw, “Thank you. I guess.”

“No problem, hun. Have a good night.”

Dannie went back up to their room, only then realizing she had forgotten her room key. She could picture it now, Lola chewing her out for yet another thing. She was definitely going to be banished to sleeping on the floor and that probably meant that she would be even more groggy for tomorrow’s filming. Fuck her.

She knocked on the door. Twice. And then it opened up to Lola standing there in a towel.

“What are you doing? I thought you were in here already?”

“Trying to figure out our room,” she admitted, “There’s only one bed.”

Lola’s face dropped, “Oh.”

“Yeah. But cause of the stupid eclipse, they can’t give us a different room cause there isn’t one.”

“And here I thought that just happened in Mads’ fanfics,” Lola chuckled lightly under her breath.

“Can I come back in?”

Lola nodded, moving out of the way of the door and ducking back into the bathroom as Dannie walked in. She walked to her bag, unzipping and pulling out her go-to pajama shirt. It was an old Five Nights At Freddy’s t-shirt with William Afton on it. The once black fabric was a faded charcoal gray, the vibrant purple on the TV screens behind him somehow in good condition. She slipped off her shirt and unhooked her bra, letting it drop from her arms before pulling the FNAF shirt on.

“That’s a blast from the past,” Lola said, emerging from the shower to spot Dannie pulling it on.

“Huh?”

“Do you remember? You used to wear that shirt all the time when we were dating,” she explained.

“Oh,” Dannie glanced down at it, “Yeah I did.”

“It’s seen better days,” Lola said, setting her bag down on the floor and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

That’s it, she was definitely on the floor.

Dannie took one of the pillows and blankets from the bed and laid it on the floor, and was just about to sit down when Lola piped in, “What are you doing?”

“Th- What do you mean? I’m sleeping on the floor.”

“Why?”

“Because… There's only one bed. I figured you would want it.”

Lola blinked at her for a second, “Oh. I guess I didn’t… realize.”

“Realize what?”

“That we wouldn’t just share it,” Lola shrugged.

Dannie scoffed, shrugging, “I figured you wouldn’t want to.”

Lola was silent for a second, as if she was trying to figure out what Dannie meant by that. Then she sighed, “Oh. Yeah. Um. I’ve been PMSing a lot lately and I guess I didn’t think about the fact I was taking it out on you. I’m sorry.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. But if you want to take the floor that’s fine. I just figured it wouldn’t be the first time we shared a bed. We’re both adults. We’re friends. We can survive one night in a comfortable bed.”

Dannie thought about it for a second. Lola did have a point. They were friends. Had been for years. Just cause the show had labeled them “the exes” didn’t mean they had to be enemies. And the more she thought about it, the more she felt the bed calling to her.

“Okay,” she picked up her pillow and blanket, setting it back on the bed, “Thanks.”

“Yeah,” Lola nodded, getting under the blankets and settling down.

Dannie did the same, taking a deep breath as she sunk into the bed, “Goodnight Lola.”

“Goodnight Dannie.”

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[slaasherslut]

Sunday Morning Sketching

Summary: Vincent cant help but become entranced by his lover who is an artist themselves

Warning: Smut

1.7k Words

Sunday mornings were made for two things; relaxing before the start of a busy work week and setting aside time to do art with Vincent. When you two met, you both were enthralled that you had found another person to share your passion with, who appreciates art and loves making it. You both had spent countless hours just sitting in his workspace in the basement together and working. Sometimes the air would be filled with the radio or a CD you both enjoyed, and other times the room would be comfortably silent. Each focusing on the task at hand and just enjoying the presence of each other. It has been a few months now since you decided to start the tradition to have your Sundays be for spending time together. You both may have been busy throughout the week but you had one day a week where no matter what you were spending time together and creating. Just the two of you and your art supplies.

The previous night, you and Vincent laid cuddled on the couch after finishing a movie. He had asked you what you were planning to work on tomorrow. You hadn't decided yet. When he told you he was probably going to do a bit of sketching you had the perfect idea.

"How about we sketch each other?" You suggested enthusiastically. "I could use a bit more practice drawing the human form anyways, I'm getting better but I need a little more time."

Vincent nodded his head and signed, "I don't mind getting to stare at you for an entire afternoon."

You felt your face run hot at his statement. He was always a total gentleman and incredibly sweet, so whenever he said bold words like that it made you weak in the knees. 

The next morning you both went about your morning routine before heading down to Vincent's work space. You both sat down on the floor, facing each other while pulling out your necessary supplies and getting to work.

You were wearing a little sundress that stopped just above your knees. It was a pale yellow that he thought complimented your skin very well. Since Vincent was going to be sketching you and it would be something that would be in his sketchbook forever, you wanted to wear something cute that made you feel pretty. The top came up just barely enough to cover your breasts. One of the straps had slipped off your shoulder and you were too busy sketching him to notice. But Vincent noticed, he always noticed. The strap slipping caused more of your breast to be exposed, enough that he was sure there was nothing under it, if it slipped a tiny bit more you would be completely exposed before him. He couldn't help but marvel at your form.

Your eyes trailed across him, making sure to capture every detail of the man before you. There was one thing that you noticed was different than before you drew it. Vincent tried to cover it with his sketchbook but from your angle you could see it. The raging erection in his pants. You smirked.

"How's the sketch coming Vinny?"

He nodded, saying that it was going well. You knew that was a lie, his almost empty page proved that. If he couldn't keep his focus then you would give him something else to focus on.

You stood up from your spot on the floor and took slow teasing steps toward his desk. You grabbed the bottom of your dress and with every step, hiked your dress farther and farther up your thighs. By the time you reached his desk your dress was pulled up just enough to barely cover your ass as it peeked out from the bottom of the fabric. You climbed on top of his desk, making sure to give him a peek of the lack of panties under your dress. You planted your butt down on it and faced toward him.

Vincent was still in his spot on the floor with eyes laser focused on repeatedly moving up and down your body. His entire body was frozen except for the tent that had grown even larger in his jeans. Seeing the effect you had on him gave you a sweet boost to your ego. You slowly spread your legs and raised your knees up to your chest, giving him the full view of what he was thinking about under that dress. You used two of your fingers to slowly spread your lips open, giving him a full view of your already soaking wet pussy.

Vincent was now standing between your thighs, hands teased as they trailed up your legs and to your waist, pushing the dress up as he went. One of his large hands drifted down and made its way to your exposed pussy. Slow fingers got straight to work and began massaging the bundle of nerves there. If he had his way he would have just buried himself in your tight cunt the moment he had his hands on you, but his size was always a lot for you to take. He knew that by the way you would whimper and whine and cry out for him. He wanted to make sure you were sopping wet and ready for him. Two fingers slowly slid down your wet slit and were harshly shoved inside you. A loud moan erupted from you as your head was thrown back in pleasure. He pumped inside you at a steady rhythm, scissoring you open with his large fingers. His other hand went to work roaming your body, he wished to leave not a single inch of your beautiful body untouched by his calloused hands. The lewd squelching coming from between your legs and your high pitched whines and only made his cock harder. He was so hard it was starting to ache. He needed relief before he felt like he was going to burst. You pulled your dress up and over your head before tossing it somewhere unknown on the floor for you to find later.

"Fuck.. Vincent, you feel so good!"

Your moaning out for him was the final straw as he pulled his fingers from you. A cute whine escaped you at the emptiness you now felt. He could see your pussy once it was empty and you repeatedly clenched around nothing but air. The hand that was inside you was placed on your stomach and gently pushed you back until your shoulder blades made contact with the wood of his desk. His fingers, still glistening from your arousal, trailed down your stomach leaving a wet trail just below your naval. You looked up at him through hooded eyes as his hands made quick work of his belt and jeans.

"Vincent, fuck me already, quit your teasing." 

He wasted no time pulling out his throbbing cock before sliding it inside you, the look on your face said you were in pure bliss. He leaned down to pull both of your hands up above your head, one of his large hands held both of yours so easily. He locked your arms in place before rocking inside of you. 

In that moment you both looked into each other's eyes. No words were exchanged but the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. The love between you and Vincent was like poetry. He may not be able to speak but his actions spoke so loud they were screaming. The way his eyes searched yours for permission. The way his jaw softly opened and closed and clenched meant you were making him feel good. The way his hand rested on your cheek meant he adored you. The way his hands squeezed yours as he pinned them above your head meant he loved you deeply.

Vincent pushed himself back off of you and pulled out his weeping cock. He grabbed you tightly by the hips, pulling you off the table enough to get your feet on the floor and spun you around. He harshly pushed down on your back, pressing your sensitive chest into his desk as he shoved himself back inside you with a gravely moan. Not stopping until his pelvis was flush against your ass and his heavy cock was all the way inside you. A loud moan forced its way out of you as you felt the wind knocked out of your lungs. He slowly pulled his hips back, leaving just his head inside of you before slowly easing himself back inside. Your walls fit perfectly around his shape as if your body was made for him. As if you were sculpted in wax by his own hands for his own desires. 

"Vincent.." Your voice brings him out of his thoughts. "Make me cum." 

You could barely contain the neediness in your voice. He was moving so slow and your whole body felt as if it was on fire. The feeling of your nipples, rubbing bare on the desk, caused an electric current of pleasure with every movement, every thrust. Your words lit a fire in his loins as his pace sped up. You were both so close and you wanted nothing more than to feel your insides fill up with his cum. He grabbed a tight hold of your waist, steadying you as his hip thrusted inside you faster. The red hot feeling inside of you started bubbling up so much faster than you expected. Your entire body was a sensitive mess as you felt yourself go limp. The bubbling inside is finally about to overflow.

"Vincent, baby, I'm cumming!" You screeched out, legs kicking and shaking under between the desk and Vincent's own legs. His erratic thrusts brought you to your orgasm as he fucked you through it, his own release following not long after as he painted your insides with his cum.

With chest heaving, Vincent pressed his forehead to your back as he caught his breath. He pulled himself up to grab your chin and pressed a quick kiss to your open mouth as you tried to suck in as much air as possible. Vincent was still inside you and every movement made your breath hitch.

"How about we finish those sketches, sweetheart?" He signed. You chuckled and nodded.

"Uh huh, just give me a minute, I just had the air fucked outta me."

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