#hot Deeks

[ejzah]

A/N: A little story in which Kensi experiences another side effect of pregnancy hormones. Ahem. This one less unpleasant. Basically, I’ve been reading far too many E-rated fics recently.

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Blame it on the Hormones

Kensi wandered through the house, hand placed low on her stomach as she searched for Deeks. It was purely a symbolic gesture at this point since she baby Deeks was only the size of a pear.

Thankfully, most of her nausea had dissipated with the beginning of the second trimester, so she felt much more energetic and definitely less gross. She’d been sleeping better too, which helped all around too. She was sure Deeks and Rosa were relieved.

Heading for the back door, Kensi peered out onto the patio, ready to call out his name. His name died on her lips as she caught sight of him through the glass door, surprised by a half-naked Deeks.

He’d dragged their exercise equipment out onto the patio, and was working through a set of pull ups.

The sun glistened off the bare skin of his chest and abdomen, shirt discarded in a rumpled heap to the side. His biceps swelled with every rep, chest flexing impressively while he kept a steady rhythm, eyes squeezed shut.

Kensi swallowed thickly, cheeks suddenly hot and a warm, heavy feeling settling in her stomach. A bead of sweat fell from his shoulder, arcing across the swell of his pec, traveling steadily down the plane of his abs. She licked her suddenly lips, mouth suddenly completely dry.

Another development in the last few weeks had been overwhelming arousal whenever she was in Deeks’ presence. Everything seemed amplified by a hundred. Just his grin had her feeling all fluttery and wanting to climb Deeks like a tree.

It didn’t help that with the warmer temps, he’d taken to roaming around shirtless more frequently.

Deeks pulled himself up with a particularly energetic movement that made his already low hanging gray sweats slip a touch lower on his hips.

Kensi gasped softly, eyes now drawn to the paler skin revealed. The deep V of his hips disappearing beneath those pants that cling to him in just the right way. She suddenly envisioned sliding them down, inch by inch, revealing soft blonde hair, firm thighs…Kensi choked softly, squirming against the window.

She was too far away. Sliding the door open, Kensi stepped onto the concrete, the ground warm beneath her feet. Deeks’ eyes opened at the sound of the door, and he smiled, releasing the push up bar, and Landry lightly on his feet.

“Hey, how was your appointment with Kilbride?” he asked, grabbing a towel and swiping it across his forehead. Thankfully, he didn’t touch the rest of his glistening body.

“Uh, good,” Kensi replied distractedly. “He said, um. He said I should be able to transition to an advisory position without too much trouble.”

“That’s fantastic.” Deeks tugged her in for a hug, wrapping his arms tight around her. He smelled slightly sweaty, and she inhaled deeply, focusing on the scent of him, the hard muscle covered in smooth, warm skin of his chest beneath her hand. “I’m so proud of you.”

She opened her eyes, finding herself face-to-face with the hallow of Deeks’ throat and she desperately wanted to press her lips to it. Suddenly it was all too much, yet not nearly enough.

“We should—”

Kensi cut him off with a desperate kiss, using his surprise to spin him around and backwards. Deeks’ back hit the glass with a light smack, and he made a soft throat sound, hands falling to her waist.

“Woah,” he gasped when Kensi released him, only to attack his neck instead. “This is unexpected.”

“Mm, you’re driving me crazy,” Kensi growled into his collar bone.

“Really?”

Kensi slid her hands down his chest and past his waistband, and lightly palming him through his sweats to quell any doubts. His hips jerked reflexively, his head dropping to her shoulder as he emitted a low moan.

“Oh my god,” he sighed. Kensi grinned against his skin, pleased by his response. She gently nipped at his collar bone, soothing the spot with another kiss before she pulled back.

“Let’s go inside,” Kensi suggested, dragging him to the door.

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A/N: I’ve decided after all she’s (they’ve) been through, to give Kensi a break on the unpleasant pregnancy symptoms.

[densi-mber]

Babies Just Make it Better

“Hmm, what do you think? Should we get the Gala or Pink Ladies?” Deeks asks, looking down into the small nest of dark blonde curls atop Caleb’s head, and then turns his head enough to check in with Sophia, currently attached to his back.

“Glhh,” Sophia responds, one her little hands glancing off his neck. Caleb grabs Deeks’ chin, his eyes narrowing as his skin comes in contact with Deeks’ beard.

“Yeah, definitely the Gala.” He puts a few in their cart, next to a box of fish crackers and a jar of spaghetti sauce. “Ok, we just need some bananas, avocado, cucumbers, and cheese. Then we can go find—”

“Oh, they are so sweet!” a high-pitched voice interrupts him. Deeks turns, finding a tall dark-haired woman standing just a little bit closer than what’s appropriate for the produce section of a grocery store.

“Hey. Thanks. I like them too,” Deeks says, placing a protective hand over Caleb’s head. The woman reaches out to touch Sophia’s foot, who makes a squawking sound Deeks’ recognizes as one of displeasure.

“I just love twins,” the woman continues, leaning closer like she’s confiding something personal. “My cousins are twins.”

“Imagine that.” He chuckles a couple times, hoping he’s imagining the flirtatious edge to everything she says.

“I’m Angela.” She holds out her hand, and Deeks shakes it, releasing quickly.

“Deeks.”

“Oh, what an unusual name,” she comments. “I like it.” Her pitch drops a few tones and Deeks sighs internally. Turns out he wasn’t wrong after all.

“Thanks. Well, it was nice meeting you, but these kiddos won’t hold out much longer and I’ve got avocados to squeeze,” Deeks says in an attempt to excuse himself.

Angela laughs far more loudly than the joke deserves, tilting her head back, and when she comes back up for air, her hand somehow finds its way to his bicep. He edges back a couple steps, peering over Angela’s head in search of Kensi. Of all times for Kensi to get held up at the pharmacy.

“How’d you like to get some coffee?” she asks. “I bet you’re tired after carrying these two all around.”

“I appreciate the offer, but, I’m actually married,” Deeks informs her, holding up his left hand and wiggling his ring finger.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Angela murmurs, moving even closer.

“I’d love a coffee,” Kensi says brightly, appearing from behind Angela with a small white paper bag. Angela turns at her voice, giving her an annoyed glance, her hand falling from his arm.

“Ah, this is the love of my life, mother of the darling twins.” Deeks takes the opportunity to slip around to the other side of the shopping cart. Kensi lower her eyebrows in a silent question, quirking her head on Angela’s direction. “And this is Angela, who very kindly offered to buy me coffee. Isn’t that nice, Kensi?”

“Oh, yes,” Kensi agrees dryly, addressing Angela directly for the first time. “We’ve been wanting to make new friends.” She rests her hands on his forearm in a subtle possessive gesture that Deeks appreciates deeply.

“Actually, I just remembered I have an appointment I’m going to be late for,” Angela says, offering Kensi an icy smile. “It was a pleasure to meet you.” Then, as she passes by, she leans into his ear, and adds, “I work at the realtor’s office across the street if you ever need to get out.”

“I leave you alone for 10 minutes,” Kensi comments once Angela has beat a hasty retreat. Shaking her head, she takes a moment to kiss each of the babies.

“Hey, I was putting up all kinds of stop signs, she just didn’t listen,” Deeks defends himself.

“They never do.” Kensi loops her arm through his as Deeks starts to push the cart towards the display with avocados. “Not at the beach, or the library, or that one time at my mom’s church. Your Deeksness is in overdrive.”

“Ok, I get the point. I really thought that presence of two babies under the age of one and the ever increasing gray hair would be a deterrent.”

“Oh, believe me, it’s not,” Kensi tells him, pausing to brush a curl off his temple. “Maybe next time mention that I’m fully versed in martial arts and knife throwing.”

[mashmaiden]

This is probably a super hot take, so don't hate me y'all!

But even though they were not named as such, I still kinda feel like we did get Deeks, M, and Hanna, S.?

Deeks's would obviously be Internal Affairs, and Sam's would likely have been Unleashed.

The biggest "connection" I've noticed between all the "named" episodes we did get is that that character goes rogue, and we either learn about their past or they tackle a personal issue.

We get that with both those episodes - learning about Deeks's history in IA and Sam exacting his revenge over Tahir in Unleashed.

Would I have loved more episodes with a backstory for these other characters, of course! But I'm honestly surprised after all the times he's been asked, that Gemmill wasn't like "We did that, we just didn't name it as such". 🤷‍♀️

I dunno, just my 2 cents.

[gamma-rae]

lycanthrope woes

[wifeyoozi]

Ranking svt members kissability cuz I am really bored

Jihoon : see I'm being really biases about this ik but bffr this man has gotta be GREAATTTT at kissing. His lips are a little thing but still really soft looking and plump and i just know he is great with tongue too

Jeonghan : if I made completely unbiased list I'd put him first. He's gotta be damn good at kissing. The kind that makes you chase him when he pulls back the slightest. He's the perfect amount of filthy and romantic kiss

Seungcheol : with those lips? Hell yeah he's great! A little agressive maybe? But he's just so desperate to kiss you all the time he can't control himself.

Seokmin : hot take but hes a hot hot kisser. Like I'm talking pornstar hot kisser. The sunshines are usually the filthiest kissers. Yeah he goes about pecking you with that loud mwah sound and then giggle to himself but when he's really kissing you? He's crazy about it you can't have enough of his kisses.

Mingyu : he's also a little aggressive like cheol but more like needy aggressive. Like he just can't get enough of your kisses and he needs to go in all deek in your mouth. He's a wet kisser, spit all around both your mouth but you love it like that too.

Wonwoo : kind of similar to mingyu but more dominant. Likes full on make out sesh and leaves you with swollen lips that look like they got a bee sting. Tho he has a thing for when you bite his lips

Hoshi : he's like a really sloppy kisser like just tongue and spit everywhere and he also loves giggling and whining into the kiss and murmur soft words of affirmation of how good you're doing and he sometimes can't stop till you're literally having to pull away to breathe hehe

Joshua : he's either a very gentle kisser or a every very wild one. No absolute in betweens. And he's great at both sides, just not the middle, which is mostly fine by you cuz he's mouth is delicious enough either way

The8 : he's got a great technique but he's just not a very nasty kisser. Like loves kissing you slow and steady, get in the mood. Just some times you might get impatient and he's smirking like nope you gotta sit still till I'm satisfied with kissing you rhe way I want.

Jun : he is a weird kisser but in a good way?? Like he loves doing crazy kisses like the Spiderman kiss where somehow either if you are hanging off (maybe just down a pull-up pole) and the other one is kissing or like passing drinks in each other's mouth while kissing. One may absolutely love his shenanigans or absolutely weird out by him

Seungkwan : he's not a bad kisser per se but he's kinda lost during the kiss sometimes like he's just preoccupied in his thoughts and stressed out about his schedules and other stuff idk and he's apologizing to you when you ask about it cuz he wants to focus on kissing you entirely so you just gotta kiss him again till he melts into your lips and forgets about everything that stole his attention earlier.

Vernon : it's not about the kiss but the lips like idk he looks like a man with dry lips who doesn't apply Vaseline/lip balm often and his thin lips don't help 🧍🏻

Dino : he is not a bad kisser either I think he's great actually and got that young energy but I also think he lacks experience compared to others. Like he started great but he definitely has more potential and just needs more practice/experience to get there

[shelbgrey]

Hey Pookie so there is this very sexy man named Mark Sloan and I was wondering if you could write some beautiful Fluffy/Smutty dating Headcanons for him PLZ

Dating Mark Sloan headcanons

Paring: Mark Sloan x Shepherd!Reader

Summary: headcanons about Mark Sloan dating Derek's little sister -SMUT warning!

💚MasterList ML2 💚Dating Mood board

You guys started fake dating... That's how it all started. He wanted to make Addison Jelouse and you just want to get back at her for hurting your brother Derek.

You had 10 rules to this plan:

NO Sex - you

Never break rule #1 - you

Be on Mark's services/work in plastics if needed -Mark

Go on dates at least twice a month to make the act look real - Mark

No kissing or touching - if you have to just kiss forehead/cheek and don't touch anything below the waist - you

No sex with nurses, Mark - it'll blow the cover - you

Be nice to my friends(I don't care if you hate interns) - you

Trust each other - mark

Don't play favorites in the hospital - includes not helping with most surgeries/patients - you

Don't fall in love with each other - you

Derek hates it at first, even during the time you guys were faking it all. “stay away from my sister” Derek snapped at mark.

“too late... We're already together”

Derek and Mark got into a fight... That ended with black eyes, bruises, and Mark needing stitches on his face.

“I'm sorry this happened” you mumbled softly as you stitched his jaw for him. He stared at you with those blue eyes you love so much. “don't worry about it”

“maybe we should stop this whole thing” you suggested, Mark shook his head. “no, we got this. Rule #8, remember?” but really he was already falling so hard for you and he wanted to keep you close as long as possible.

Spoil alert you guys broke rule #10 and fell hard for each other. Well he fell first, but you fell harder. “I want this for real... No more fake shit, I love you”

After that ordeal you figured you owed Derek an explanation. Derek never found out about the fake dating, but you need to tell him where your feeling stand. “you love him, don't you?” Derek asks.

“I do... And I trust him” you say.

“if he hurts you... Cheats on you, I'll kill him” simply Derek said and you guys moved on with your lives.

Once you guys start dating for real he faithful and his heart now belongs to you.

Even Derek gave him credit for that. During the few months of you guys actually dating, deek would keep an eye on him. A hot nurse would walk by and Mark wouldn't even look at her.

You see a different side to Mark. He stops looking at any other woman. He just looks at you.

His sweeter, gentler side is only reserved for you.

Callie is your biggest supporter. Always hyping your relationship up. Mark might go to her for relationship advice. Callie might even be a referee during arguments.

Callie is definitely your best friend. You, Mark, and her the hospital's main trio.

Double dates with Callie and Arizona or Derek and Meredith.

He needs physical contact all the time. Rather it be cuddling on bed or on the couch or holding hands in the hospital.

He's a big cuddler. Sometimes he'll just wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest without saying anything.

He's so flirty with you. No matter how many years you've been together, he still thinks you're the sexiest, most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Like I said, he flirts with you so much. Some times he'll come up behind you while your working and whispere suggestive comment in your ear or grab your ass.

“stop it! We're at work” you quietly scolded him after his gabered your ass. “I can't help it... You have a nice ass”

You steal his leather jacket all the time, even though it looks big on you he thinks it's hot as hell on you. Now and days the only time he sees that jacket is if your wearing it.

Dirty jokes all the time. If you hear something remotely dirty you'll whisper, “that's what she said”

If he's had a hard day, he either needs one of two things. A rough fuck or he needs to curl up beside you and cuddle.

The way he kisses you makes your heart race. He holds your face in his hands and you honestly feel like you and him are the only things that matter in the world.

But he is a rough kisser, but mostly he's a passionate kisser. He pours all his love and emotions into it, he makes sure your the only one on this earth he wants to love.

He's soft with you when it comes to holding you and give affection. He's so gentle and delicate and you can tell through the way he brushes your hair from your face or the way he nuzzles his face into your neck that he just absolutely adores you.

Your is Angel and he feels so unworthy of you. He's so lucky to have you in his life and he doesn't want to screw it up.

Mark's not the jelouse type and neither are you. Dispite his man-whore past you both have a lot of trust in your relationship, but if you be-friend Jackson I think Mark would get jelouse.

Mark hates the way Jackson looks at you, Mark knows he likes you. But your completely oblivious to it because all you see is Mark.

Doggie parents at the beginning of your relationship. You brought home a rotwiler puppy home without him knowing one time.

That dog is your protector rather or not Mark is there or not. He also gets jealous of Mark and will nuzzle his way between you too if your hugging or kissing.

Sometimes you guys will get home so late from the hospital you'll just want to set on the couch and watch TV because your both sleep deprived.

You guys really don't know why or how you got into it, but you found a Chanel that shows re-runs of American Ninja Warrior and old WWE matches. You guys just stated watching them all the time.

He calls you Angel

You guys play wrestle all the time. Sometimes he'll just let you win because he loves seeing you being so happy about.

He steals the covers all the time and if you get cold you'll cuddle closer to him to get warm. He's relized this, so he'll intentionally steal the covers just to have extra cuddle time.

You get upset if he makes the interns that are on his service get him coffee or get his dry cleaning. “they aren't your servants, Mark” you say, taking the money back from the intern.

If you want Mark to do that stuff himself, you have to threaten to do it yourself. “I'll get it, I'm going that way anyway” you say and mark will quickly stop you. “no, no, I'll do it... You don't have to do that crap for me”

You guys don't fight often, but if you do it's usually a couple of days of the silent treatment. Both of you are too stubborn to say sorry or admit your wrong too.

Watching old Universal monster movies, your favorite is The Bride of Frankenstein. You even got him to dress up at the two monsters with you on Halloween one time.

If your sick he'll drop everything and take care of you, he doesn't care if he catches whatever you have he wants you comfortable and cared for.

His apartment getting the 'girlfriend touch', everything is just cleaner and more organized when you start living with him. “where's my belt?” Mark asked looking all over the bedroom floor where it used to be.

“in your dresser where it's supposed to be... And if I step on it one more time it's going in the trash”

✨Passenger princess✨

If you have a Stanley or a water bottle, whatever you drink out of, Mark will probably be drinking out of it too. You guys kiss and have sex all the time, so he doesn't care if he drinks after you.

NSFW headcanons:

He’s an expert at foreplay. He’ll spend as much time as he can trying to get you hot and bothered or worked up.

He has a tendency to grip the headboard when he's close to cumming.

He has this mischievous kind of charm to him and he uses it to his advantage when it comes to getting your attention. He knows all your ticks and can easily get your riled up.

Mark loves bitting your neck just to hear you moan. When you finally give in to him, he'll lay you down on the couch or bed and start pealing your clothes off to reveal your chest.

He's definitely the dominant person in bed and your not complaining, he'll get rough and pound hard enough were the bed starts rocking.

The sex maybe rough, but Mark isn't not big on insults. He refuses to degrade you and will only use sweet words.

If you’re struggling to take him in or taking long to adjust, he’ll whisper reassurances that you’re doing a good job while rubbing his hands on your back and thighs.

He prefers missionary, growling in your ear while his hands grip yours above your head.

Mark also loves watching your face while you bounce up and down his dick. He loves the expressions you make when he thrusts up into you when you least expect it.

Mark just likes to lay back and just watch you ride him, he loves the feeling of your thighs and ass in his hands.

He's a soft/mean Dom, it just depends on his mood. But no matter what he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.

He loves the sounds you make. The moaning, the begging, everything.

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

He love getting head. I feel like he’d like having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.

Bondeg kink, handcuffs, his ties, belts, he'll tie you up with anything if your comfortable with it.

There's also a tone of jealous sex. If he sees Alex shamelessly flirting with you expected to be tied to bed as fucks your brains out. If he sees Jackson touch you in a way thats reserved only for him you’re pinned against the wall.

There has been a couple of times Derek has walked in on you while you both are getting it on in one of the on-call rooms, it's safe to day Derek has lernd to knock.

“Mark, he literally saw it” you gasped from under mark.

He kissed your neck. “I was too busy to notice”

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.

[sinsirellaxx]

Hi! Is your request still open? Can i request f hufflepuff mc x beater sebastian. Where they were pinning on each other but bc of some misunderstanding and arguments, sebastian kissed another girl after he won a quiditch match. It can be a fluff ending but it’s up to you. Thank you❤️

Hot headed – Sebastian x Reader

A/N: Thank you for your request – I hope you'll like it!

Warnings: None.

“Fine, be that way.” Sebastian grumbled as he turned to leave, stomping towards the locker room. You watched him with sad eyes, shoulders slumped over as the words died on your tongue. He hadn’t even given you a chance to talk. Sebastian had had you pressed against a wall before his quidditch game, his face angry as he practically breathed fire. He had seen you with Garreth’s jersey in your hands and immediately ran up to you, hands on your shoulders as he bombarded you with questions. The only thing you got out was a quiet, “Sebastian …” before he stormed off, obviously not interested in listening to your explanation.

Your eyes teared up slightly as you walked up the stands, sitting down right next to Natty who beamed at you when she noticed you. “What’s with the long face?” She questioned when she saw your expression. “Sebastian is mad at me …” Is everything you said, lifting your hand with Garreth’s jersey. Natty immediately caught on and rolled her eyes in frustration. “Honestly, you guys should talk it out. You’re obviously heads over heels for each other.” She shook her head, a grin breaking out on her face. “Don’t worry, he won’t be mad for long. He can’t go a day without talking to you – we both know that.”

That’s what Natty said but you didn’t believe a word. Your eyes burned with unshed tears for the second time that day as you stood there in the middle of the Slytherin common room. Blinking furiously, you tried to force the tears away as you watched Sebastian pull a random sixth year closer by her waist, leaning down to kiss her. Like me? Yeah right.  You thought bitterly as you turned to run out of the common room, zoning out everything else except for the door you didn’t even hear the sound of Ominis’ voice calling after you.

You ran to the only place you felt safe in – your safe haven: The room of requirement. You were met with deafening silence as you walked into the large entrance room, your whole body immediately relaxing as you took in your familiar environment.

“Ms. Y/N, is everything alright? You are crying.” Deeks meek voice tinged with unmasked worry sounded from behind you. You flinched when you heard him, not expecting to find him here at this hour. Brushing away the tears you whipped around to face the small elf, forcing a well-trained smile on your face.

“D-Deek, I didn’t notice you. What are you still doing here?”

“Apologies, ms. Y/N. I did not wish to scare you.” He mumbled quietly as he fiddled with his hands. Crouching down in front of him you took a hold of his hands, the corners of your lips now pulling into an honest smile as you tried to reassure the elf. “It is alright, Deek. And thank you for worrying, but I am fine.”

Deek stared at you for a moment before nodding shortly. “I’ll be leaving then Ms. Y/N.” And just like that, he disappeared, leaving you alone with the voices screaming in your head and the dull ache in your chest.

“What the heck do you think you’re doing?!” Ominis hissed after he finally managed to pull Sebastian out of that fury’s grasp. The brunette smirked at his blind friend, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “I was enjoying the fruits of my hard labor, my dear friend Ominis.” He snickered cockily – but the smirk quickly fell at his friend’s angry face. “What got you so angry?”

“I thought you were in love with Y/N.” Ominis raised his brow as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, tapping his foot impatiently.

At the mention of your name Sebastian’s whole demeanor changed: his whole body tensed up thick brows pulled into a frown as he glared at his innocent friend. “What makes you think –“

“Don’t play dumb, Sebastian. We are way past this stage.” The blonde interrupted, obviously fed up with his friend’s stupid antics.

Sebastian hmphed, “Does it even matter? She’s all over that stupid Weasley.”

“I really underestimated you … I thought you’d be smarter than that, Sebastian.” Ominis groaned as he face-palmed, moving both his hands to massage his temples.

“W-What are you talking about?” Sebastian scoffed, rolling his eyes as he combed his right hand through his hair.

“Y/N doesn’t like Weasley. He likes her, yes – but she does not fancy him – at all!” Ominis almost yells at his oblivious friend, hoping that it will finally register in his pea-sized brain. “She just sees him as a friend, that’s all.”

“How would you know? I saw her with his jersey –“

“Urgh, for Merlin’s sake – she loves you! She. Loves. You.” Ominis finished with a slight push to his friend’s chest. “She loves you … and she just had to watch you suck on that girl’s face.” Disgust laced his voice, quickly adding a, “Before you ask – Poppy told me what she saw.”

“Shit. Shit. Shitshitshitshit – Ominis, w-what am I going to do?! Where is she now? Argh, what a mess!” Sebastian shrieked as he pulled on his hair. Taking a step closer to his friend, he placed his hands on Ominis’ shoulder shaking him violently as his mind raced with all kinds of thoughts.

“Stop shaking me and go look for her, you idiot!” Ominis pushed his brunette friend away from him, before adjusting his robe. “Now go, before it’s too late to mend what you’ve broken.”

Almost an hour had passed, and you were nowhere to be found. Sebastian stopped in his tracks, bending forward to support himself on his knees as he gasped for air. His lungs burned from all the running and sweat was dripping down his face as his eyes frantically scanned the corridor. He didn’t want to admit it, but he felt helpless – he didn’t know where else to check. He had even managed to sneak into the Hufflepuff common room – which also proved to be fruitless, as no one had seen you. He closed his eyes as he tried evening out his breath, his hand clutching the fabric above his heart as he thought of all the sleepless nights, he spent lying awake in his bed, thinking of his sister’s illness. That’s how helpless he felt. I wish I could find you, Y/N. I just want to talk to you – to apologize to you. Oh please –

The weird sound of a wall shifting ripped him out of his reverie. Opening his eyes he watched a beautiful door appear on the stone wall in front of him. “Is that – the room of requirement?”

Without wasting another second, he opened the door and walked through it. His mouth hung open as he took in the large – honestly it was humongous – dimly lit room. Walking down the stairs – and almost tumbling to the floor because he missed a step – he walked into the center of the room. His eyes finally fell on an emerald-green couch with a figure curled up on top of it.

Narrowing his eyes slightly he tried to make out the body until he spotted the knit sweater you had worn that day. “Y-Y/N, is that you?” He spoke softly – afraid he would scare you away if he dared to speak any louder. He saw you flinch, scrambling to stand up from the couch.

His heart broke as he took in the sight in front of him: swollen red eyes, dried tear streaks on your otherwise perfect skin and puffy cheeks. You had been crying. Sebastian felt like the biggest asshole when you averted your eyes. You couldn’t even look him in the face anymore.

“Look, I don’t know why I did … what I did – I guess I was blinded by jealousy … because you know, I thought you liked Garreth – that damned Weasley. I hate him! He always ruins everything; I swear he does it on purpose! He knows I love you yet he still goes after you–“ Sebastian rambled on and on as he got lost in his hatred for the ginger haired boy. Yet the only thing you heard was that he loved you. “You – what?” You interrupted him.

Sebastian blinked at you confusion written all over his face.

“You just said you loved me – is that true?” You questioned; your voice shaky from the fear of being rejected. The male’s face turned serious as he saw the uncertainty on your face. He slowly nodded as he finally spoke, “Yes. I love you, Y/N. I always have – ever since the day I first met you.”

Sebastian walked up to you, his eyes softening when he came to a stop right in front of you.

“I’m sorry I kissed her. I was just so jealousy – I thought I had lost you to him.” Sebastian lifted his hands to your cheeks, waiting for any sign of rejection before finally touching your skin. He cupped your cheeks so tenderly, as if he were afraid to break you. His skin felt rough on your soft cheeks as you leaned into his touch. You wanted to scream and shout at him. You wanted to cry and tell him that it was too late – that he had hurt you. You wanted to call him stupid for ever thinking you’d love anyone else but him after all the things you had been through together. But the only thing you managed, was a shaky sigh as tears started rolling down your cheeks again.

“No. Nonononono – please don’t cry!” Sebastian pleaded, his thumbs wiping your tears away, but they just wouldn’t stop. So instead of using his fingers, Sebastian kissed them away – which proved to be much more effective as you stopped crying right away. “Please, I am sorry. Don’t cry.” He whispered as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“You’re such an idiot.” You sniffed to which he only chuckled in response.

“Yeah.” He agreed.

“And I love you too.”

“I know …” He smiled warmly as he brushed his nose against yours. “I really am sorry.”

[blueraineshadows]

Bath Time

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Trauma, feels, fingering - Soft Seb has got his grips on me and I had to do this. Hope you enjoy!

The hour was late. The clock had chimed midnight, Deek had retired for the evening, and the beasts were all settled for the night. Sebastian lounged on a settee in the Room of Requirement, his book open against his chest as he dozed lightly, waiting for MC. She had been gone hours and he was resisting the urge to go and find her.

She was more than capable of taking care of herself, but that didn't mean his heart wouldn't trip at double speed at the thought of her getting hurt. She hated being coddled or fussed over, that independence streak of hers almost as strong as her ancient magic. So, he had bit his tongue and let her fly off with Poppy on some rescue mission. At least she had the little Hufflepuff with her. She was far more feisty than she looked.

The sound of the door roused Sebastian from his napping and he sat up quickly, the book sliding to the rug as he rubbed his eyes. How long had he slept? He turned his head towards the door, his mouth dropping open at the sight before him. He shot to his feet in horror. "God's, what happened?"

MC shuffled in, her hair unbound and caked in filth, a blooming bruise beginning to shadow her cheekbone and a cut on her brow. She was missing a boot and her trousers were soaked, and as for her blouse, she was holding most of it together with filthy hands. Blended with the dirt were darker patches of red, splats of it peppering her exposed skin. She saw him and paused. Her stare was empty at first and then, to his utter horror, her face crumbled and an awful sob escaped her lips.

He moved, instantly, his hands catching her upper arms just as her legs gave way, her whole body now trembling uncontrollably. "I've got you, its alright, I've got you."

"Sebastian." The way she said it cracked his heart in his chest. Tears streaked through the grime on her cheeks.

Filthy be damned, he held her against his chest, arms wrapping her up safe in his warmth while she bawled against his shirt. He had never seen her so vulnerable, so broken, and if he was being honest, it scared the absolute shit out of him.

Her sobs began to slow after a while, he stroked her back, desperate to check her for injuries. Was the blood hers? "MC, can I get you anything?"

"I just need you to hold me," she whispered. "Hold me, and never let me go."

"Now that I can do," he said. "But lets get you cleaned up a bit and more comfortable."

She didn't even resist as he led her towards the potion corner and sat her up on the bench. She said nothing, no insistence that she could do for herself as he handed her a Wiggenweld and then checked her skin for deeper scratches. "I think I look worse on the outside than it really is," she said quietly. "The inside, however..."

How it hurt his chest to see her this way. But he understood. Sometimes pain swallowed you up inside in ways you couldn't explain, like shadows sucking up the light. He took hold of her hand. "Come on."

Hot water gushed from the taps filling the tub as he carefully removed the remains of her clothes. She didn't stop him, but neither did she help. She let him do it all, even after she climbed into the bath. He used a jug to rinse her off, carefully washing away the blood and grime. They had to drain the tub and refill it with fresh water, this time he added scented salts and told her to lay back. The look she gave him, vulnerable, lost, tore at him. He stood, removed his own clothes and sank into the tub behind her, sat her between his legs, back to his chest, and held her.

They sat like that for a few minutes, him straining to bite his tongue and keep the fury he wanted to unleash at whatever had made her this way. She didnt need his fury, she needed his support right now, so thats what she shall have. To keep his hands busy, he began to massage her scalp, she moaned softly and let her head fall back. He lathered some shampoo and washed out her hair, fingers working over her head before rinsing her off. Then, he took the soap and lathered his hands, massaging her neck and shoulders, loosening the knots in her muscles one by one. Her soft sighs urged him on, down her arms, her thighs, and up across her stomach. He paused under her breasts, his hands slick and soapy. This wasn't about sex. This was about her. He wanted her to feel like herself again.

But then she arched her back, nudging his hands upwards. He brought his face near her ear to watch as his soapy hands cupped her, thumbs swirling over hardening peaks. Her head fell back to his shoulder, her lips parted and a low sound came from her throat. He swallowed and continued to stroke her, moulding her in his hands. He lay back against the bath tub and she went with him, her hands moving to clasp his thighs. Air hissed through his teeth and his cock twitched against the small of her back. She gave a subtle grind of her hips. "Mmm, you feel good," she whispered.

"Are you alright?" He spoke quietly into her ear.

She was quiet and he didn't think she was going to answer, but then she did. "I'm not ready to talk about it yet, later," she said. She took hold of his hand and slid it down towards the apex of her thighs. "For now, I just want you to make me feel good."

His breaths were as hot as hers as she arched against him, his hand working an intimate kind of magic, fingers swirling and fucking until she was a whimpering mess, her hand reaching up behind her to tug at his hair. Her climax ripped a cry from her throat that nearly had him spurting his own release up her back. But he gritted his teeth and held back. This wasn't about him.

They towelled off and moved to the bedroom, crawling under the blankets where he held her close, trailing fingers up and down her spine and pressing soft kisses to her hair. She smoothed a palm across his chest, pausing above his heart. "I love you, Seb," she whispered.

He held her tighter. "And I love you."

The silence lengthened and dawn broke across the horizon, but they lay quiet in their own little haven, warm and comfortable in each other's arms.

"We failed," she said finally. "Poppy and I, we didnt get to save the beasts, and the place was crawling with poachers."

She drew in a shuddering breath and he stayed quiet, stroking her with firm hands, giving her the space she needed to speak.

"They hurt Poppy, said they would take her back to her parents." MC's grip on him tightened. "I lost myself, Sebastian. I couldn't let them hurt her. I slaughtered every last one until there was nothing but blood and ash. I became an angel of death and it was so easy, so easy to just wipe them off the face of the earth. The worst part is, I didnt even regret it, not one."

She shifted to look up at him, her hand cupping his jaw. "And then I walked in here and saw you, I saw the love on your face and the pain when you saw the state of me. And then I knew, I knew how it felt to be you, so willing to tear the world apart for one that you love, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I ever scolded you, or treated you badly for just loving someone enough to want to protect them."

"I will never stop doing that," he stated. "Never."

She nodded, her eyes glistening. "I needed you, I needed you to take care of me the way that you did, and I never realised how much until tonight."

They clung to each other.

"Is Poppy alright?" He asked.

She nodded. "I took care of her, she is safe."

He kissed her forehead. "You did only what you had to do. I would have done the same," he said. "You're not a bad person, MC. None of us are, sometimes we have to be morally grey if it means helping those we care about. I'd kill anyone who harmed you, Anne, Ominis, even Poppy, because for some reason, I've grown quite fond of that little Hufflepuff. You're the bravest witch I know with heavy burdens to bear, but you are far from alone. I'm right here to help you carry them, and if that means washing your hair or just holding you and never letting go, then I am here for it. I'm here for you."

She smiled, the sight of it a relief to him. She had a beautiful smile, especially when it was just for him. "You'd better be," she said. She gripped his jaw and kissed him, long, hard and slow. "I'm expecting plenty more bath times like that in future."

"Your wish is my command."

[girl-named-matty]

Could we please get some Professor Weasley headcanons? I was looking at the headcanons masterlist, and thinking about her

Of course! Sorry this took a hot minute. <333 Random Professor Weasley HCs!!

Has several siblings, mostly brothers. 

Was a prefect and a Head girl in her time at school. 

Excelled exceptionally in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Charms. 

Helped her fellow students with their homework. 

Mom friend 100% 

Deek was her first really good friend at school. After that, she made friends pretty easily. 

She was always told that she’d make a really good Ravenclaw, but her loyalties lay with Gryffindor. 

Graduated at the top of her year. 

Aside from her intelligence and smarts, she’s also extremely powerful. Just like Hecat, to her, knowledge equals power. And through her knowledge, she was able to teach herself to become extremely powerful and disciplined when it came to her magic. 

After school, she didn’t expect to become a Curse-Breaker but she quickly took to it and began to love it. 

Despite him always causing trouble, Garreth is one of her nephews that she’s closest to. 

She was never serious about relationships but if she ever got married, it’d be very lowkey. Romantic but not flaunty and very private. So much so that most people don’t even know about it. 

Never had any kids and she prefers to be the cool and intelligent aunt. 

When she first became a professor, she took to it very quickly. She loves her students so much and greatly cares about their safety and education. 

She’s super good friends with Professor Hecat and has a rather fun and lighthearted relationship with Madam Kogawa. Who knew Professor Weasley loved quidditch? 

She lightly jokes that patience has been her best quality since working at the school–whether it was because of her students or Professor Black. But in reality, she isn’t joking. 

Overall, she’s an extremely talented witch and a wonderful woman.

[writeandsurvive]

Author's note: I liked this idea at first and I still do, but I'm not I did a good job at writing it. Sorry if it's not great.

Summary: You always respected rule 12, until you couldn't anymore

Warnings: angst and comfort, 'normal' ncis stuff, mostly based on ep 20x14 'old wounds', ex/booty call, jealousy, Alden being a dick to the team, happy!Gibbs in Alaska

Damaged Goods ~ Alden Parker

You've always respected Gibbs' rules, they actually became a code for you to live by. And Rule 12 - never date a coworker - was in your top 3, because you saw how bad it could turn. You saw Gibbs and Jenny having this strange connection, Tony and Ziva invading each other's lives but never being able to be together until very recently (let's be honest, it can only work because they left the agency), and lately Nick and Ellie. Lots of struggles and heartbreak. The only exception being your friends from LA, Kensi and Deeks. Every rule needs its exception, and since they had this spot, you knew it wouldn't work for you.

And surprisingly, you did pretty well all those years. Never dated someone from the office, nor even a federal agent. You never even had a crush on someone from NCIS.

But that was before.

Before him.

Alden Parker.

At first, you told yourself it was just some kind of attraction because let's be honest, this man is incredibly gorgeous. Knowing you'd never act on it - and Alden didn't seem to feel the same anyways - you decided to call your booty call a little more often; someone you actually dated a while back, with whom it didn't really work but the sex was amazing. You're a human with needs after all.

The team knew Joel, except for the two new additions, Alden and Jess. So when J dropped you off at work after a night at his place and kissed you goodbye under Alden's eyes, he immediately assumed it was your boyfriend, which you didn't see the point of denying.

Seeing Joel more regularly worked for a while, until it didn't. Spending more and more time with Alden, discovering about him and all those things he loves, seeing him take care of his plants like a dad, bringing pastries almost everyday, showing love and support to the team,... You weren't just attracted to him, you were developing feelings for him.

When a case involved his ex-wife Vivian, you realized how bad you had it. You felt jealous about how he still cared for her, thinking he may still be in love with this woman. And you were just envious of Vivian for being married to this man for ten years. How could she let him go, you'll never understand.

Despite the way you felt towards her, you offered support to Alden when she got shot. Showing up at the hospital with food as she was still in surgery, you told him he could count on you if he needed anything. It took you by surprise when he reached for a hug as a thank you, you didn't have time to appreciate it, his body against yours, his arms around you, his smell right up in your nose. It was all over too soon.

For weeks after this event, he never talked about Vivian again, so you convinced yourself she got back to her life and nothing was going on between them. You were relieved and happy.

Meanwhile, you kept seeing Joel, and he asked you to be his date at a family wedding. You had no reasons to refuse. But working for NCIS being what it is, you had to change and prepare yourself at the office. Jess and Kasie helped you with hair and make up, and allowed you to leave only when they were satisfied with their work. Walking back to the bullpen, you immediately spotted Joel talking with the boys. He looked very handsome in his fancy suit, but your eyes quickly fell on Alden who was already staring at you. You shyly smiled but he turned his face. When you finally reached them, Nick whistled at you. "Looking hot, mama!" You giggled and thanked him.

"Wouldn't say it that way, but Torres is right!" Tim agreed.

"Why thank you very much, Timmy."

You looked back at Alden's desk but it was empty. He had disappeared. Shaking off the deception - you'd have loved to know what he thought - you focused on Joel, who grabbed your hand and made you spin. "You're gonna outstage the bride." He then gently kissed your lips and that was when you saw Alden again from the corner of your eyes, upstairs, near the MTAC entrance. Fucking Houdini. His face was unreadable.

When you came back to the office on Monday, things with Alden had changed. He got distant with you, teaming you up with everyone but him, not getting interested in your free time anymore, and barely answering when you got interested in him and his life.

You couldn't help but get hurt at his behavior. And your defense mechanism was to hurt back, so you ignored him even more. If you told him three sentences a day, it was a miracle and it was strictly about work. Moreover, you were back to calling him 'Parker' or 'Sir', after switching to 'Alden' months prior. Maybe you were being petty, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

What hurt the most was when Parker invited the team for game night at his place, and you only heard about it by Kasie. "What do you mean you're not invited?"

"I mean I didn't get an invite, a question, a text, a call, or a damn pigeon."

"I'm sure he counted you in anyways. We're a small group, he knew it'd reach you."

"Doesn't matter, I'm not going."

Somehow, by the end of that day, Alden stopped you in the hallways. "Hey, are you coming tonight or not?"

You stared at him for a second before laughing sarcastically, "Kasie scares you that much?"

"Look, I just assumed you'd spend the night with Jonas--"

"Joel." You corrected, arms crossed over your chest.

"Joel, right. But anyways, I didn't think you'd want to come, so--"

"You assumed wrong, Parker. Very wrong. But I don't want your pity invite, so I'll not be there." You started to walk away from him but he was quick to grab your arm and make you face him again.

"I'm sorry. It was wrong of me. I let my --" he sighed. "I shouldn't have assumed. And I'd really like it if you would come to game night at my place."

Alden really looked apologetic and sincere. All you wanted to do was say yes after asking him why he had been acting like this with you. No, the complete truth was that all you wanted was to close the gap and kiss the life out of his man. You wanted his hands and mouth on you, his cock inside you, his noises in your ear.

You never felt this way before, and it scared the shit out of you.

"Too late, I made plans with Jonas." This time he let you leave.

It was a big fat lie though. You spent the night alone in your apartment, drinking, and feeling sorry for yourself. And before you knew it, you were booking a plane ticket to Alaska for the following weekend. You didn't tell anyone you were going to visit Gibbs. All they knew was that you requested your Friday and Monday off to leave town. Of course, everybody assumed it meant a little getaway with Joel.

It felt amazing to see Gibbs after months, and you were so glad to see how well and peaceful he looked. He showed you his new place, took you around this little town he called home - it didn't take long -, he took you on a boat ride, and fishing. Photography being one of your hobbies, you spent lots of time snapping anything that caught your eye. At night, you'd eat his infamous steak, and have a drink on his porch, facing the lake and mountains. "So, you gonna tell me why you're here?"

"I told you, I wanted to see you. I miss you."

"I miss you too, sweetheart, but I'm no idiot. Talk."

You told him everything and much to your surprise, Gibbs laughed once you were done. "Laughing at my misery? Alaska makes you mean, Leroy."

"I'm laughing because you're the idiot."

"Wow, thanks?"

"Parker has a thing for you. It's obvious. He's ignoring you cause he's jealous of Joel. Who, by the way, is still desperately in love with you." Gibbs laughed more at the face you made. Pure confusion, you looked like you were trying to figure out string theory. "Here, have one more." He poured you another glass of bourbon, and watched you drink it in one swallow.

"Okay first things between me and Joel are pretty clear --"

"Maybe for you. Honey, all you have to do is snap your fingers and he's there, despite breaking up with you, because--and I quote 'this job doesn't leave you much time for us'"

You sighed and went for the bottle but Gibbs grabbed it first. "Not yet." He said, putting it by his feet.

"Now, about Parker. He's friends with Tobias you know, and Tobias calls me often."

"Okay?"

"Parker asked Tobias about you, soon after he joined the team."

"What kind of things did he ask?"

"Things you like outside the office, your backstory, if you were in a relationship..."

"I don't believe you."

"Call Fornell, and you'll see."

"I check on Toby every week, we try to see each other whenever I can and he never said anything about that."

"Because he knows."

"Knows what?"

"Alden could be your Shannon, your Diane, sweetheart."

You tried to enjoy the rest of your trip, but you couldn't. Everything Gibbs told you was replaying in your mind and you tried to remember whatever you could, any interaction with Alden that wasn't work related. Were Gibbs and Fornell reading too much into this or were you completely blind? As an investigator, this made you question your abilities. If he really had a thing for you, how could you not notice? Or was he a really good actor?

You thought about Joel too, and maybe a part of you knew that but selfishly, you never questioned it too much. It was nice to have someone to call whenever you needed, whether it was for sexual relief or just have someone there to hold your hand, which he always did.

On the plane back home, you decided to have a very thorough and honest conversation with Joel. You didn't want to lose him as you really care about the man, but it was for the best.

But you came back to a weird vibe at work. As you got into the office on Tuesday morning, everyone was already here except Alden - admittedly you felt relieved as it gave you more time to prepare yourself to see again - and the team got you up to speed. "We had a case yesterday, a murder that looks like drugs related and Parker stormed off. He's been MIA since." Jess informed you.

"I went to his house last night but he wasn't there. Called, texted and nothing."

"That's not very Parker like," you conceded, puzzled by what they were telling you.

They gave you more details about the case, and theories they had thus far - wasn't much - and Alden finally walked in. "That's a W. For Wills, Clayton Wills." He quickly took his coat off and threw it in his chair. You sat back at your desk, and started to do research on this Clayton guy. Nick asked about pastries and Alden immediately lost it on him.

"Do I have to do everything around here while you just beg for pastries and sit on your ass at your damn desk?!" He angrily shouted, standing face to face with Nick. Who was this guy?

"Agent Parker!" You all heard from upstairs, where Leon Vance was standing. Alden sighed and walked to the director.

Everyone agreed that something was very wrong.

During the day, the team made progress on the case, but Alden wasn't calming down. He kept snapping about everyone, making it sound like the team was just a bunch of useless investigators. He wasn't with you though, as he was utterly ignoring you. You honestly felt invisible. If you said something, Alden would answer to someone else, like it wasn't you who talked.

This was a side of him you never saw before and you didn't like it very much. By the end of the day, you were all in the evidence garage, when a man in a wheelchair arrived, asking for Alden. "You're Jeremy Brighton?" Tim asked him with a smile. "My wife and I love your book and your podcast! - Tim McGee," he extended his hand.

You all proceeded to introduce yourselves, but when it got to you, Jeremy already knew your name. No time to ask for some explanation as Alden walked out of the elevator and a moment later, you knew why this case was personal to him; Wills' case was the one that got Jeremy in a wheelchair. It explained a lot, but it didn't minimize Alden's behavior with the team. Especially since he kept snapping, until Vance actually benched him on Wednesday.

You never meant to eavesdrop on Alden and Jeremy's conversation in Autopsy, but they arrived, not knowing you were the supply closet. The door was slightly opened, you could hear everything they were saying and it was obviously too late to let them know you were there.

"It was my bullet that hit your spin, Jer! And that guilt is eating me alive." His voice broke and you felt shivers in your entire body. You wanted to get out and hugged him forever.

They kept arguing back and forth. Jeremy telling his best friend it's not easy to live with Alden's guilt on top of everything, and Alden saying that his hobbies are just a way to fill the void. That man was broken, the guilt had been slowly killing him for years.

"Since we're spilling the beans, are we going to talk about her?" Your ears tickled.

"Not a chance." Alden was stern.

"She's as pretty as you told me, more even." You could hear Jeremy's smile. "Don't tell Josie I said that though."

Alden's small laugh was a bit covered by the body drawer being closed. "I will if you don't shut up."

"I may have made a mistake -- I guessed her name before she told me." Oh yeah, they were clearly talking about you. You smiled despite yourself.

"What the fuck? Jer! She's not stupid, she's gonna question that!"

"Well you could tell her you've been pining over her since you joined."

"I haven't --"

Jeremy laughed. "'Jer, she was so pretty today.' 'Jer, she figured out the case all of her own, she's so smart.' 'Jer, she has a boyfriend. Of course she has one, how could a woman like her stay single?' 'Jer, I can't stop thinking about her, I need a lobotomy.' Should I go on?"

"I think I need a new best friend." You heard the automatic doors opening and closing and then silence.

So... It was all true? Alden has had a thing for you for over a year? He's been pining over you? While you had a thing for him too? You wanted to smile and cry at the same time. Cry for the lost time and the pain of the past months, and also for Alden's pain and guilt. Smile because the man you loved had feelings for you. Your stomach was jumping inside of you. You had to sit for a moment to process and figure out what you were going to do.

Obviously, having the conversation during this case wasn't an option, so the goal was to get it closed as fast as possible. Which the team did once you found out evidence against Wills. But of course, Alden was sent home by Vance instead of joining on the op to catch him.

However, Alden refused to let it go. After calling Tim to 'check', he went rogue; left Jeremy in his apartment, grabbed his gun and went to get Wills himself.

~

Seeing Alden holding Wills at gun point, his pretty face bleeding, and the pain and the guilt written all over his face, was your breaking point. You put your gun away, and slowly walked over to him, not caring about the team being there. You stared at his face, saw the tears in his eyes. But he wouldn't look at you, he kept staring at Wills who was on his knees. You let your hand run over his arm, until it reached his hands. "Let it go, Alden." You whispered, pressing on his hands so he would stop aiming at the scumbag. "Look at me." He shook his head no, but dropped his aim. The team proceeded on handcuffing Wills, but you didn't pay any attention to that. You grabbed the gun from his hands and handed it to Nick, slightly nodded at him. A silent understanding that they could go.

It was just you and Alden, in that dark forest. Thanks to some spotlights several feet away, you could see his face clearly as you stood in front of him. He looked down, still avoiding your eyes. You put your hands on each side of his face, softly stroked his beard for a moment before forcing him to look up. "We got him. You are okay and most importantly, Jeremy is okay. He seems to be a very happy man." At this moment, he locked eyes with him, slowly figuring out that you knew the entire truth. "It wasn't your fault."

How, he wanted to ask. It got caught up in his throat when you wrapped his arms around his neck, and held him tight. His shaky arms wrapped around your middle, and his face buried itself in your neck. "Not your fault." You repeated, playing with the small hair in the back of his head. He cried in your arms.

You drive him home with his car, holding his hand the entire ride. The music filled the silence, you didn't want to pressure him to talk. Once at his house, Jeremy was still there and immediately asked what happened. Alden just apologized, grabbed a beer and disappeared into his greenhouse. "Do you know a ride home?" You offered to his friend. "I'll come back here and stay if he lets me."

"He will, he needs you. He's--"

"I'm in love with him, Jeremy." You spurred out, not realizing the words leaving your mouth before it was too late.

Jeremy smiled. "I figured, but I'm glad to hear it. He's been self sabotaging his life and relationships since the accident, and he probably won't be easy 24/7, but please, stick with him. He's worth it."

"I've been told I'm pretty stubborn ever since I was born."

"Hopefully, you're more stubborn than he is."

"Are you done talking about me?" You heard from the greenhouse. You should've been embarrassed by the fact Alden probably heard your confession to Jeremy, but you were planning on telling him at some point, so you didn't. Plus, you were confident by the fact that he had feelings for you too.

"I'm leaving, pal. Looks like you're in good hands. I better see you at Eli's game this weekend."

With Jeremy gone, you joined Alden. He was drinking his beer while checking on his plants and flowers. "How do you know?" He asked, without looking at you.

"I heard you and Jeremy talking. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy or anything, I was there and you didn't see me--"

"I ruin everything I touch. Don't listen to Jer, you should leave before it's too late."

You knew that no words would convince him at this moment, so instead of talking, you grabbed his face and crashed your lips on his. It was the most meaningful first kiss you ever had. You tried to tell him how much you loved him with that kiss, and Alden returned with the same intensity. He held you by the back of your neck, trying to get you as close as possible to him.

You only separated when the need to breathe was too important. "Let's get this wound clean up."

As well as all of his other wounds.

[ejzah]

The Agent and the Fireman, Part 8

***

“Deeks!”

“Kensi, what’s going on?” Callen asked as Kensi kept the phone next to her ear, and gestured to Eric.

“Someone’s shooting at Deeks. Can you make sure that LAPD is notified?” she said, waiting for Eric to give a nod of confirmation as she turned towards the sliding doors. All she could hear now where the faintest of shouts and static, making her think that Deeks had dropped his phone.

“Kensi, wait, where are you going?” Callen put a hand on her arm, not using any force, but stopping her in her tracks.

“It sounded like he was in some kind of altercation and then I heard gunfire,” Kensi reported, going into agent mode automatically.

“Ok, well I’m sure if anything did happen, LAFD has it under control,” he told Kensi.

“I’m not waiting to find out.” She gave him an incredulous look. “He could be in serious danger.” Or seriously injured, her brain added helpfully.

“Relax, we’re not going to let your lover boy get hurt,” Sam assured her. “Let’s go save Kensi’s firefighter.”

Kensi was just worried enough not to protest at his teasing.

***

Kensi’s heart pounded, stomach crawling with nerves the entire drive. She thought she might be sick when she saw the row of police cars lined up outside the burned out building.

Callen flashed his badge at the officer guarding the entrance. “NCIS,” he said.

“Officer Dan Perez. Damn, you guys are serious about this case. We just arrived a few minutes ago,” he commented.

“Agent Blye,” he gesture to Kensi. “was on the phone with one a member of LAFD, Lieutenant Deeks, when she heard shots fired.”

“Oh, I see.” The officer’s eyes drifted over Kensi.

The lack of urgency annoyed her, but it did calm her nerves slightly.

“Can you tell us what happened?” she asked. “Is the Lieutenant alright?

“Well, you can ask him yourself,” Perez offered, hooking his thumb behind him. “He’s getting patched up an giving his statement.”

Kensi sighed in relief, narrowly resisting the urge to hug the man. Patching up meant Deeks was alive.

“Thank you!” she said, rushing past him. It wasn’t hard to find the sole ambulance parked to the side, and even in the darkness, Deeks’ halo of blonde curls were like a beacon.

He has his head turned towards the EMT working on his arm, one hand raised to his head.

“Deeks,” she exclaimed in relief. His head swiveled, surprise crossing his features, followed by a wince. She realized now that he held an ice pack to his forehead, opposite the gash he’d received earlier that night.

“Kensi, what are you—oh my god,” he tipped his back, squeezing his eyes tight as he groaned. “The phone call. I’m sorry, I completely forgot about that.”

“No, it’s ok,” Kensi told him. At the moment, she was willing to forgive him anything. “Are you ok? I heard the shots—”

“Yeah, no, it looks worse than it is.”

“Bullet graze to the right bicep, mild concussion with superficial damage to the temple, and lots of bruises,” the EMT listed off calmly without pausing in her ministrations.

“Thanks, Tina,” Deeks said tightly. “Do you think we could have a minute?”

“Sure. But don’t even think about running off without letting me finish wrapping that or I will come and find you,” Tina threatened.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Once she was out of immediate sight, Kensi stepped closer, immediately examining beneath the partially applied bandage. Her brows furrowed at the torn line of flesh along his bicep, still bleeding steadily.

“Oh my god,” she murmured. “This looks awful.”

“I know, it’s totally gonna mess up my tan,” Deeks joked. “Of course, I hear that some women really dig scars, so there’s that.”

“That’s not funny,” Kensi said sharply, drawing yet another surprised glance from him. She felt bad for it almost immediately, especially with the way his shoulders slumped. He looked tired and hurt, and probably should be at a hospital, not a grimy crime scene.

She rubbed her thumb over her bottom lip, forcing down her instinct to lash out instead of voicing her feelings. “ I’m sorry. I was worried about you,” she admitted.

“Extremely worried,” Callen added from behind her, and she almost groaned as he and Sam came to stand on either side of her. Deeks dropped his hand, revealing the bruised and gashed skin of his temple for the first time as he glanced between the two men curiously.

“I’m Agent Sam Hanna and this my partner, Agent Callen,” Sam introduced them. “We’re Kensi’s colleagues.”

“Marty Deeks, LAFD. How you doing?” Deeks asked, somehow managing to bring out a modicum of charm despite his downtrodden appearance.

“Well, based on how you look, pretty good in comparison,” Callen said, drawing a breathy laugh from Deeks.

“Yeah, I’ve had better nights.”

“Your captain said you might have seen the arsonist. Are you able to give us a statement?” Callen asked, getting back to business.

Deeks nodded. “Yeah, of course. I was near the east wing of the building, where there’s the least damage. We’d found some evidence of multiple incendiary devices, which is when I called Kensi. As I was walking out, I saw someone lurking around, dressed in dark clothes, picking something off the ground.“ He sighed heavily, brushing at his matted bangs with his thumbnail. “He ran, so I pursued, and tackled him.

“What made you realize he wasn’t just some nosy civilian?” Sam asked.

“Gut instinct,” Deeks answered without hesitation or smugness. “And the gun he pulled on me was kind of another big clue. He clocked pretty good with it, which is how he got loose. Then he just started firing aimlessly. Could have hit anyone.”

Kensi’s stomach clenched again at the image he created.

“One of the bullets ricocheted off of something and grazed my arm while I was calling for back up.”

“You took a pretty big risk going after this guy without any kind weapon,” Sam commented, maybe a little admonishment in his tone.

“I didn’t do it for the bragging rights, Agent Hanna.” Deeks faced him unflinchingly. “This arsonist has caused significant damage, wasted countless resources, and most importantly with this most recent fire, taken a life. In the moment, it seemed like a good idea to try and stop him,” he explained.

“Well, I can’t argue with that. Did you get a good look at the suspect?”

“Uh, yeah. He was roughly 5’10, pretty slim build. I didn’t get a look at his face, but I did pull it off when I tackled him. He has light brown or blonde hair and at the time, wore a black hat and shirt, black pants, and dark shoes,” Deeks rattled off.

“Good. Nell and Eric should be able to do something with that,” Callen said.

“Our tech people,” Kensi explained to Deeks.

“Mm.” Deeks winced again, energy clearing flagging.

“Are you sure you don’t want someone to take you to the hospital?” She couldn’t keep the concern from her voice.

“Nah, I’ll get one of the guys to drive me home after and I’ll pop a couple ibuprofen,” he said with a shrug.

“I’m sure Agent Blye will kiss it better for you,” Sam said in a whisper loud enough to carry a few feet away.

“Sam!” Kensi hissed, glaring at him.

“Now that sounds like the perfect cure,” Deeks murmured with a wink and a crooked grin. The thought seemed to liven him up a little.

“You, and you.” Kensi pointed to Sam and then Callen. “Go wait for me by the car.”

“Yes mom,” Sam grinned, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he turned towards where they’d parked the Challenger.

“Save the making out for after we solve the case!” Callen called after them.

Kensi groaned, covering her eyes. “Oh my god, I am so sorry about them.”

“Don’t worry about it. They seem like fun,” Deeks decided with obvious amusement.

“Sure, until they gang up on you.” She sobered a little, unable to joke freely with Deeks bloody and hurt right in front of her. “I’m glad you’re ok,” she added. Deeks held out his hand, and she hesitantly placed her hand in his. Folding his fingers around her palm, he raised her hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles.

“Thanks for worrying about me.” He glanced around them, at the flashing lights, crumbled building, and sighed regretfully. “I think it’s going to be a while before we get to make up for that date.”

“It’s ok,” Kensi said. “I can wait.” She stretched up on her toes, brushing his hair back from his cheek so she could whisper in his ear. “And it’s going to be so worth the wait.”

She heard Deeks’ breath hitch and pulled back with a satisfied smile. “Get better fast, Lieutenant.”

***

A/N: This story is still 90% Kensi and Deeks flirting. I hope you enjoyed the little bit of whump.

[sebsallowapologist]

Little Bird || Part 4

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Rated: T

Warnings: 18+ not feeling good enough, flirting with Gareth, 

Little Bird Masterlist

After I stormed out of the Great Hall I just felt embarrassed. I normally hold my cool so well- I never let my emotions get the best of me like that.  I should have been able to just keep shit to myself but instead I blew up at Ominis and I was going to have to apologize. And probably to Sebastian too. 

To avoid everything about the situation I spent the rest of the day in my vivariums, popping around and making sure all my little beasts were taken care of, pruning my plants and practicing my potions.

Wiggenweld, Thunderbrew, I’d brewed them enough times to have the process memorized. Fifth year I was an incredible student, Professor Weasly even called me a gifted witch. But after everything that happened at the end of that year, after spending year Sixth trying to patch my friends back together, dealing with the death of my mentor and maybe the coursework just got too hard.

Now. Now I felt like a bloody idiot most of the time.

I try out a new potion, one that I know Sharp is going to have on the next exam and I just- can’t do it. I must not be preparing the ingredients correctly, or adding them at the right intervals. I feel like I follow the steps to a T and the potion just looks like water with leaves and sticks in it.

In a fit of frustration I smack the hot caldron off the burner, the metal burning my hand as it crashes to the floor, spilling the mix of ingredients all over the floor. Deek apperates next to me, looking at the mess.

I wipe the tears off my cheeks and he puts his hand on my leg. “Deek can clean it up miss.”

“No- no Deek I got it.”

“Miss-”

“I promise Deek. I want to.” I sigh and look at my red palm, it just looks flushed now but I know the burn will become worse overtime. I grab a cloth and wrap it around my palm, keeping the wound safe. I could use a wiggenweld, but what's even the point.

“Master Sallow is asking for you.”

“He’s here?”

“Deek didn’t let him in.”

“Can you tell him I’m not here.” I mumble, eyes locked on my mess on the ground. I just wasn’t in the mood to be around him, for him to tell me how easy it was, having him take over and try to teach me.

Deek nods and pats my leg. “Deek will be in his office if Miss needs him.” I smile and nod at the house elf. His office is a little room I had conjured last year. I shrunk down a bunch of furniture and surprised him with his own little space. “Thank you, Deek.”

I pick up a rag and get on my hands and knees to clean up my mess.

When I’m finally finished and ready to retire to my room, there's a wrapped plate of food waiting for me next to the door.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

The next day I had apologized to Ominis for my outburst, and all was well, he even dropped the topic of Sebastian and I after that, so it was nice to not be constantly reminded of the situation I was in.

I still, however, was utterly lost at most of my classes. I had a few hours in between my last class and when Sebastian and I were meeting in the undercroft to continuing honing my ancient magic, and I was desperate to spend it in the library.

I had been sat alone at a table for a while when I heard a throat clear. I look up and find Gareth, looking at me with a small smile on his face. “Can I sit?” He quietly asks. I nod and he grabs the seat next to me. “You can tell me to shove off if you want, but this fell out of your potions book in class the other week.” He puts down a sheet of parchment. My notes from our last lesson. “I was just reading them and- I think you’re... thinking about it wrong.”

He unfolds the parchment and I see little notes written along the sides. “You’re all about following the book- which is good. But potion making is almost... like art. These things have helped me and I thought next time you try-”

He cuts off after I throw my arms around his neck, his hands slowly sliding around my waist in our awkward embrace from the chairs. “Thank you, Gareth. Truly.” I sigh and look over is neat notes.

“I just think- you’re doing a great job. You shouldn’t be so discouraged. You’re one of the smartest witches in our year.”

I scoff and roll my eyes, tucking the notes into my bag. “No!” Gareth laughs, “I mean it! Perhaps the smartest in the whole school.”

“Oh hush.” I blush, pulling our my potion book. “While I have you- any tips on this potion?” I ask opening it up to the right page.

Gareth and I get lost in the book, he flips through pages and gives me tips on things that I would have never thought of, hunched over the same book, inches from each other. I hadn’t spent a lot of time alone with Gareth, but he was sweet. Seemed to have really grown up since I’d first met him.

“There you are!” I hear and look up at Sebastian comes around the corner. “Fuck.” I sigh and close my eyes. “What time is it? Sebastian I’m so sorry.”

“We were meeting a half hour ago.” He mumbles, looking over the scene in front of him.

“Gareth, I have to go.” I sigh, closing my book quickly, not wanting to make my friend wait any longer. “I can’t thank you enough, I’m going to try all these trucks and maybe Sharp won’t hate me for failing.”

“You’re going to do great.” He says and I pat his hand in farewell. Sebastian takes my bag from me and throws it over his shoulder. “Weasley.” He says in both greeting and goodbye and we’re off to the Undercroft.

As soon as we’re out of the library he asks me, “What was all that about?”

“I just got caught up. I’ve been struggling with potions and Gareth was helping me through some of the things I wasn’t sure of.”

“Right.” he mumbles, clearly not happy with my explanation. But to be honest I wasn’t entirely happy with it either. Sure the whole encounter was very innocent, and it was truly just about potions, but I couldn’t help but feeling a.. warmth when I was with Gareth. Him being patient, kind, the little touches he kept giving me, it made me feel good. Wanted.

Sebastian puts my bag down on the couch in the Undercroft and takes his robe off, setting up the practice dummy. I put the potions book I was holding down on top of my bag and a small slip of parchment slips out, resting on the stone floor. It’s in Gareth’s handwriting:

Would you like to get a butterbeer with me at the three broomsticks this weekend?

“What's that?” Sebastian asks, rolling the sleeves of his white shirt over his forearms. 

“Loose paper.” I mumble and shove it back into the book. I stand up to my full height and ditch my cloak as well, tossing it over my things. I felt so guilty at even the thought of saying yes, but some part of my brain wanted to. Liked that attention that Gareth was offering. 

“Alright.” Sebastian smiles. “I’ll forgive you for your tardiness, even if you were hanging out with Weasley.” 

“What's wrong with Weasley? Beisdes being a Griffindor.”

“He’s just... Weasley.” Sebastian laughs, “Im surprised you survived studying with him and that you didn’t lose your eyebrows in the process.” 

I don’t respond, wishing he would just drop the line of conversation. “Are we picking up where we left off last time?” I ask. While Sebastian didn’t have any real experience with Ancient Magic, no more than I did, he took it upon himself to read everything he could on the subject, frequently sneaking into the restricted section on her behalf. 

“No- I feel like we’re stalling out on how to contain the magic, I’m thinking it would help if we left some of it out.” He notes and I narrow my eyes at him. 

“I thought thats the exact opposite of the thing I told you I wanted to do. I don’t want to use it, I want to make it not a problem anymore.”

He sighs, this isn’t the first conversation we’ve had about this. He’s always seen my magic as a gift. But he hadn’t been there when it killed Professor Fig, when it thought legions of people who now wanted me dead for simply having it, people who wanted to possess it. This magic was a burden that should be kept hidden.

“What if containing it for the rest of time isn’t working. What if it never works?” 

“That can’t be an option.” I seethe, fighting to keep my voice from wobbling. I close my eyes as those feelings bubble up from deep in my stomach. I feel warm as the magic starts to fill me up, overwhelm me. 

I drop my wand and it clatters to the floor. “Bird.” He mumbles, coming to my side and places his hand on both of my shoulders. “Breathe.” 

“Don’t tell me to breathe.” I snap, eyes opening to meet his. His warm, normal brown eyes widen at the sight of my glowing ones. He takes a step back in fear. He was afraid of me, thats why he didn’t want to fucking be with me. I lose control and turn to face the practice dummy. Without lifting my hand the wood explodes in blue flame. 

Tears prick my eyes as I look at the destruction. I glance at Sebastian who hasn’t wiped the look of pure fear off his face yet. I grab my wand off the floor, grab my cloak and bag off the couch and run out of the Undercroft. 

I get back to my dorm, throwing my bag on my bed, my roommate making an annoyed sound at the at the noise. I grab a piece of parchment and write on it. 

Gareth, I’d love to. 

I fold it up and tie it to my owl’s leg. She rustles her father's at being woken up. “Bring this to Gareth.” I whisper. I turn around and fall into my bed, still seething as she stretches her wings and flies out the window. 

[xxwhisper255xx]

Headcannon: MC is left with chronic pain after absorbing the magic

You first notice it a couple days after the battle. It starts off as random shooting pains through your limbs that you try to ignore

Then it becomes a constant ache in all of your muscles

The nurse can do nothing to help so you just try to deal with it

You theorise that absorbing the magic meant absorbing all the pain that Isadora took from people

Some days are worse than others

On bad days, you curse how many stairs there are and why the school is so big. Your brain fog makes it too hard to use the floo flames

You try to hide it but your friends notice that you occasionally cringe, twitch or groan when moving around

You go to the room of requirement after classes on a bad day, and there’s a comfy bed waiting for you along with a hot water bottle

Deek knows what you need based on how bad you rate the pain that day (1-10, he’s like your personal Baymax)

He makes herbal teas and gets you sleeping draughts when you need it

One day, you’re in class experiencing a particularly bad flare up. You keep moving around in your chair, hoping no one notices your obvious discomfort

Sebastian has been watching you for days now, and recognises the subtle changes on your face when something hurts

He tells the professor he’s taking you to the nurse, and you’re too tired to protest

As you leave the classroom, he realises that you’re walking in a different direction. He questions you, but you’re too dazed to respond so he just follows you to the room of requirement

You let him in and he takes a moment to look around in wonder, before realising that you had disappeared into another room. He finds you face down on your bed and tries to convince you to go to the nurse

You tell him that there’s nothing she can do to help, and decide to tell him everything

He’s heartbroken at how much you’re hurting, reminding him of Anne’s curse

He asks if there’s anything he can do, and you ask him to hold you

You talk about why you didn’t want to tell anyone, how you didn’t want to burden your friends, and he convinces you to let them in so they can help you

He holds you and you fall asleep, his body acting like a hot water bottle relaxing your aching muscles

You start opening up to your friends, allowing them to help you

Natty and Poppy are always there to offer their arm when you’re struggling with all the stairs

Ominis reads to you to provide a distraction

Garreth always offers to give you piggyback rides from one class to another when walking is too much

Imelda will fight anyone who implies that you’re faking it

Anne sends you a letter, giving you advise on breathing techniques that may help you through a bad flare up

And Sebastian learns a heating charm so that he can immediately make your hot water bottle the perfect temperature

[typingtess]

They stared at the fake stars for a while. Kensi was always pushing for a camping trip, roughing it in nature. Deeks thought roughing it was staying at a hotel without 24-hour room service. He was fine with hiking during the day as long as there was a hot tub and Door Dash at the Airbnb.

Deeks could feel Kensi starting to drift off into sleep. Probably a good idea to get them into their bedroom and their bed but Kensi’s even breathing and her hand on his heart did him the world of good.

“You know you’ve got this, don’t you?” Kensi said, half asleep.

“Got what?”

“Parenthood.”

“Nobody’s got that, especially me.”

“No, you’ve got it, you’re going to be great at it.”

“Because I grew up in a home with such an awesome role model as a father.”

“Yes you did.”

“Are you asleep because awake Kensi is aware of my Dad?”

“When I was a kid, my Dad said there were two kinds of role models. There were the ones like my Dad who you’d want to emulate. And then there are ones you work hard to never be. You learned the hard way what not to do, in your heart, you’ll know the right thing to do.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“I am. In fact, that’s one of the few things I’m absolutely sure of.” She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “Since you won’t take me camping, I’m sleeping under the stars here.” Kensi was asleep within minutes.

Deeks closed his eyes and hoped she was right.

[densi-mber]

A/N: Once again, @mashmaiden is responsible for the premise of today’s story. We’re starting off Densimber with a whole lot of fluff.

***

It Takes a Village

The next morning, Rosa found herself still thinking about skipping the outside Christmas decorations. Maybe it was a silly thing to worry about, but she’d noticed how disappointed Kensi and Deeks seemed at missing out on part of the tradition, despite their attempts to brush it off.

Yesterday had been fun for sure, between sharing stories, adding Kensi’s ball of lights to the tree, and consuming their weight in cookies and the hot chocolate Rosa made. Somehow it didn’t have the same magic as the year before when they’d started decorating after everyone got home, needing to pull out lights to finish, and then all stood outside examining their efforts in the dark.

Since it was a Saturday, she met for a morning study session, and then was free for the rest of the day. As she waited for her coffee at one of the campus cafes, a plan started to form.

Heading for the student center, she looked around for one of the students who’d become a close friend in the last few months. Alex Swartz was tall, lanky and in two of her pre-law classes. He also spent the majority of his time outside of classes camped out at one of the tables outside the cafeteria.

“Hi Alex,” she greeted him, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table. He looked up from the book in his hands, instantly straightening as a smile stretched across his lips. In many ways, he reminded her of Marty. If only in his personality.

“Rosa, hey! I didn’t know you were coming in today. You should have told me,” he said.

“I just had a study session. What are you doing today?”

“Um, studying for my history exam and then I’m not sure what else,” Alex said, lifting an eyebrow. “Why?”

Rosa folded her arms on the table, leaning forward, and exhaled quickly. “How would you feel about coming to help me decorate my parents’ house while they’re out at an appointment?”

***

“Oh my god, those chicken strips smell amazing!” Kensi groaned, thumping her head back on the headrest of her seat. After a financial appointment, a trip to the grocery store, and stopping at the Dairy Queen drive through, she felt like she could easily eat an entire chicken. Not that the twins would allow that at this point in her pregnancy.

“I told you I don’t mind if you dig in,” Deeks reminded her as he pulled into their neighborhood.

“No, no. You just got the truck detailed. I’m not getting grease on the seats.”

“That’s true love,” Deeks teased. He turned the corner onto their street, slowing down to accommodate the various cars and trucks parked along the sides, and frowned at the two parked on either side of their driveway. One he recognized as Rosa’s, the other was a mystery.

“Is it just my imagination or are there three kids on our roof?” Deeks asked as he climbed out of the truck with a bag of groceries.

“Nope. There’s definitely kids on our roof, and if I’m not mistaken, they’re putting lights up,” Kensi replied, walking up the driveway with him.

“Hi, Mr. And Mrs. Deeks!” called out a dark-haired young man Deeks had met a couple times before, waving from his perch on the roof.

“Hey Alex,” Deeks drawled as Rosa appeared from the garage.

“Oh, Kensi and Marty, I didn’t expect you back so soon,” she said in a rush, hurrying towards them.

“Clearly. What’s going on?” Kensi asked.

Intertwining her hands a little nervously, Rosa pressed her lips together, which made her resemble Kensi remarkably, and let out a short breath. “I asked Alex and his roommates to come help decorate.”

“Rosa, that’s—”

“I know, I know. You said you didn’t care, but I know how much it means to you,” she interrupted, her accent increasing slightly as she spoke more quickly. “And you’ve done so much for me, always making sure I have the best, and sacrificing for me. I wanted to do something for you, even if it isn’t that important.”

She finished with a little shrug, and Deeks’ face crumpled at the uncertainty in her voice. Simultaneously, he and Kensi enveloped her in a hug. Rosa made a little “oof” sound as she was squished between them.

“That’s one of the sweetest things you could have done,” Kensi whispered. “Thank you.”

“Best present ever,” Deeks added, kissing the side of Rosa’s head. “Just for the record though, there isn’t anything we wouldn’t do for you, and you never have to repay us for any of it. Because we love you.”

“I love you, too,” Rosa whispered, and Kensi pulled back waving a hand in front of her face.

“Ok, we gotta stop before I start bawling in front of your friends.”

Rosa laughed wetly, hugging Kensi closer as she leaned into Deeks’ shoulder.

“Hey, Rosa, I thought you were going to come up here and help me,” Alex called out from the roof, breaking the moment.

Rosa rolled here eyes, pulling back with an apologetic shrug. “I’m supposed to do the eaves.”

“Be careful,” Deeks shouted after her, watching her jog back to the house. “Damn, we sure got lucky, didn’t we?”

“We did,” Kensi agreed softly, laying her head on his shoulder.

[hufflepuff-princess01]

Amortentia and Panic Attacks:

Content: Ominis x Y/N

Summary: whilst in potions class y/n has no other choice but to accept her feelings for Ominis but she panics and runs away. A few days later Ominis sends her an owl asking to meet her in the undercroft so he can make sure she’s okay.

I had spent the day like I normally do on the weekends. I went to The Three Broomsticks, found a nice corner to read, and went to Honeydukes to get a couple of butterbeer fudge and an assortment of different types of chocolates before retreating back to Hogwarts. It had been a pretty well spent day. Up until Ominis sent an owl asking if I could meet with him in the undercroft. Then I started to get very very nervous. Not that I hadn’t loved spending time with him or anything of the sort but anytime I was near him my brain turned into mush and coherent sentences were out of the question. It started in potions class a few days ago when Professor Sharp taught us about amortentia and when it came for my turn to describe what I smelled I wasn’t exactly ready to confirm my own feelings just yet. Ominis’ cologne was very unique, very subtle but I think it’s because his other senses are so heightened that he goes for more subtle colognes than most guys our age. The whole room basically smelled of his cologne, pumpkin pasties (his favorite snack), and of parchment. The smell was overpowering, in a good way. It made my head spin, his scent possibly being my favorite thing on the entire planet. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me that day, waiting for my answer and I had begun to panic because Sebastian and Ominis had the same potions class with me and they were bound to figure out exactly who I would have been describing if I gave them the chance. So, in a very panicked not-so-thought-out-move, I ran out of the class receiving a disappointed letter from Professor Sharp at the end of the day. Luckily it was my last class that day and it was a Friday so I was able to spend the entire weekend hiding in the room of requirements not talking to anyone except Deek who made sure to bring something by the room to make sure I had at least eaten. I was in the middle of brewing a few wiggenweld potions and tending to my dittany leaves when his owl came in. I read and re-read his letter about five times before I sent a letter back saying that I’d meet him after everyone went to sleep. I rushed to the bedroom that I had conjured up a while back when I started spending nights in this room besides my own dorm. I’d fallen asleep in here quite often since I’d spent so much time taking care of my plants and magical creatures that it’d often get too late for me to walk across the castle back to my own room by the time I’d be finished. I took a quick hot shower trying to make sure I smelled nice for my meeting with Ominis. Even went as far as dressing in my nicer sweater and pants and braiding my hair in two braids to try and look nice even though I knew he wouldn’t be able to actually see me and the effort I had put in. I looked down at my watch and realized I gave myself just enough time to be able to give myself a pep talk as I set a comfortable pace to the undercroft. My feet inch closer and closer to my destination and my heart rate quickens to a pace I feel as though I was going to pass out. With a shaky hand I enter through the door and try to steady my beating heart which I knew Ominis could probably hear. As soon as the door opens his head shoots up in my direction and my heart plummets to the floor.

“Hello y/n I’m glad you came.” His voice soft as silk rang through the undercroft making my knees go weak. Come on y/n get yourself together he’s still your best friend nothing changed except your feelings for him which he cannot know about yet because you’ve never told anyone.

“I apologize for asking to meet so late. After…’ I took a quick breath trying to calm my voice ‘after Professor Sharps class on Friday I just really wasn’t up for seeing anyone yet.” A soft sigh left my lips and I tried to carry myself to the couch Sebastion had conjured last year for reading. Ominis was already sitting on the couch and I tried to keep a small distance between us because I didn’t want him to sense what was going on with me. I’d never be able to face him again if he knew my true feelings for him.

“I don’t mind meeting after hours sweetheart. I’m just glad you decided to meet me at all. That’s what I wanted to talk about though, why had you rushed out after smelling the amortentia? Were you alright? Had you fallen ill?” Sweetheart. Sweetheart! He called me sweetheart. Merlin, this man is going to be the death me. He’s always called me pet names like love or darling but this was the first time he had used sweetheart and it made my stomach do backflips and the butterflies to go crazy.

“Y-yes, yes I’m alright just wasn’t ready to face my emotions is all.” I tried to laugh it off but he just turned to me with a concerned expression written across his face. His hand reached out finding my own slowly intertwined our fingers and I knew he could feel how clammy my hand was. I wanted to pull away from his grip but I didn’t want him to think he had done anything wrong. With how sweaty my hand was though I'm sure he’d be able to figure me out soon.

“Y/n, your hands are sweaty and you're stuttering. Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t seem fine. I’m starting to feel worried for you. Do you need to go to the hospital wing? I’m sure someone will be able to help you there if you-“

“No! I-i mean no thank you. Truly Ominis I’m okay just nervous is all I haven’t been feeling like myself sense potions class.” I could barely control my breathing now and my leg had begun to bounce uncontrollably. Deep breaths y/n just take deep breaths it’s only Ominis. He’d never make fun of me and I’m sure he’d let me down gently once he knew. Or at least that’s what I hoped. I definitely don’t want him this worried about me. It pained my heart knowing he was this concerned about me and I was being a total coward about my feelings for him.

“Nervous? Why would you be nervous sweetheart? It's only me. You can trust me with anything you know that.” His face had softened, his concerned expression almost gone and now he was fully turned towards me. His thumb started to run across my knuckles and my heart skipped a beat or two and I let out a soft whimper at the feeling. This was doing horrible things for my anxiety, and my heart. Having him call me pet names and treating me with such kindness usually calmed my panic attacks down but knowing that I could potentially ruin our friendship outweighed any calmness he usually brought me.

“I’m afraid if I tell you why I’m so nervous you’ll never want to speak to me again and I’ll ruin our friendship. I can’t lose you too Ominis.” My voice cracked and began to shake, tears pricking at my eyes begging to fall. I already had lost so many people in my short lifetime I wasn’t ready to add Ominis to that list.

“My love, there is nothing you could do or say that would ruin our friendship. I’m certain of it. I care too deeply for you for something like that to happen. Please, tell me what’s causing you this much stress and anxiety.” His soft words practically coaxing me into confessing and my breath to pick up. I was going to have another panic attack if I kept sitting so close to him. Breathing in his scent made my head dizzy and my thoughts jumbled.

“Ominis I, well I’m not really sure h-how to begin.” I'm already beginning to stutter and the panic is starting to kick in. He brought one of his hands up to caress my cheek as he softly encouraged me to continue.

“I’ve ,well, I have felt this way for a while now and the amortentia has proven my own feelings to me. Gosh I’m- what I’m trying to say is-I” the words wouldn’t form a complete thought and I was stumbling and stuttering through the whole speech. Ominis must have had a feeling what I was trying to say because he pulled me so close to him that his forehead rested against my own as he continued running his thumb along the back of my hand in a comforting rhythm. It was slowly starting to drive me insane.

“Darling please tell me, I need to hear you say the words or I fear I might not be able to contain myself.” Contain himself. Merlin, what does he mean by that? I feel my heart stop completely as I look into his eyes and my whole body starts to shake. Those beautiful eyes. His beautiful smile. His beautiful everything really. Everything about him was perfect. He was perfect. Making a mental imprint of how he looks now for when he inevitably rejects me I begin to ramble,

“I, well, umm my have, sort of kind of developed some feelings f-for you and I wasn’t ready to admit that to the whole c-class with you being there because well you’re you and I’m me and I never thought it would ever be pos-possible for you to ever return my feelings so I kind of just wanted to seclude myself for as long as I could to prevent myself from h-having this conversat-tion with you and now I’m ram-rambling because you make me extremely nervous because you’re so beautiful and I don’t think I can stop the words from falling out of my mouth-” before any more words could spill from my lips his hand that was holding my own trailed up to caress my other cheek and his lips softly pressed onto mine. It felt like all the oxygen had been stolen from my lungs and I completely froze against him. His lips were so soft and it literally took me a few seconds to realize what was actually happening. He was kissing me, he was actually kissing ME! Oh Merlin, I think I’m going to faint. This is a thousand times better than anything I could have ever imagined it being like. I melted into his touch, into his kiss, and my whole body relaxing against him. He started peppering hundreds of kisses along my cheeks and pressed a kiss on top of my nose causing me to giggle and blush.

“I have always had feelings for you y/n. Every sense I first met you I have been completely and utterly entranced by you. You never cared what other people thought about me and you always helped me when I needed it. You helped me with my family issues and never once was afraid of me even though my family has a horrible history. You have the most beautiful soul I have had the pleasure of meeting in my entire lifetime. How could I not fall for you? You are perfect to me.” If I thought his kiss took my breath away I was simply mistaken. His gentle words caused a sigh to fall from my lips and the breath to escape my lungs. As if sensing this he smiled and began to chuckle.

“Darling I need you to breathe alright? How can I continue to kiss you and ask you to be mine properly if you pass out on me” I leaned forward and kissed him then, savoring this as much as I could because it was more than I ever could have dreamed of. We simply kissed for what felt like forever before he pulled away and, as he said, properly asked me to be his girlfriend. To which I obviously said yes to and we spent the rest of the night talking and cuddling and it was the best night I ever had during my entire stay at Hogwarts.