#which i'm not and she's never dragged me down. she's always done the opposite.

[gayclubsoap]

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Oooh~ how about a Rune factory 4 & 5 ask for Scarlett ,Dolace and Clorica with an S/O that's the opposite of them personality wise. They're just hyperactive, bubbly and a bit mischievous

(Rune Factory 4/5) Scarlett, Dolce, and Clorica with a hyper S/O

I just started replaying RF4/5 so I'm very much at risk of vanishing again, but I will try my best not to. (Project Zomboid and painting my space marines is doing a good job of that anyway)

Scarlett's duty as a ranger of SEED is to make sure the peace is maintained in Rigbarth.

Which her lover does a very good job of disrupting, much to her annoyance.

Whether it's indulging Cecil and his tendencies to investigate "mysteries", going along with Ludmilla's plans, or whatever the hell Ares and Alice was up to, S/O was at the scene of the crime.

Her fingers pinch the bridge of her nose as she sighs in frustration.

Meanwhile, S/O just laughs and bats their eyes innocently.

(S/O) "Hello, Scarlett!~"

(Scarlett) "Do not use that tone of voice with me. What are you doing?"

(S/O) "If I tell you, will you not get mad?"

Scarlett crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow.

(Scarlett) "That depends on your answer."

Though truthfully, Scarlett is grateful that S/O is with her at all, despite their difference in personality.

She's aware of her tendency to be a bit square and rigid, yet S/O loved her all the same.

Their overbearing love teaches her to loosen up, at least in some capacity.

Because sometimes, it was a bit too much.

(Scarlett) "S/O, I refuse to let you redecorate your room!"

(S/O) "Aw, but it'll be really cute!"

(Scarlett) "My face plastered all over your walls is not cute!"

(S/O) "...Palmo thought it was a good idea-"

(Scarlett) "CEASE AND DESIST!"

Dolce's face remains unchanged as both S/O and Pico engage in tomfoolery around Selphia.

Especially the fights where they fight for her "eternal love".

(Pico) "NO! Milady is MINE!"

(S/O) "Dolce would choose me, right sweetie?!"

(Dolce) "Call me that again, and I'll choose to do violence to both of you."

She dares not utter a word of how much she enjoys watching S/O brighten her day, lest she never get to live it down.

Pico and S/O would tease her about it until the end of time.

And since Pico was already a ghost, she actually could do that.

Rarely, Dolce cracks a smile as they both get reprimanded by Nancy.

(Nancy) "S/O, Pico? What have we talked about regarding fighting during breakfast?"

Nancy's menacing smile is enough to get both of them to sit up straight almost bend 90 degrees to apologize.

Making Dolce giggle softly.

(Dolce) "So that's what it takes to make you two be quiet? Maybe I should ask for Nancy to come with us at all times."

(S/O) "N-Not that I'd mind but...!"

(Jones) "Now now, Dolce. Us old timers shouldn't be interfering with your love life."

Dolce's eyes widened a little at Jones' teasing, making Pico and S/O laugh now, with even Nancy joining in.

Dolce glares at the two of them.

(Dolce) "I will kill you two."

Every dramatic and affectionate gesture makes Dolce blush madly, as she tries her best to keep her poker face intact.

All the while, Pico is either hissing, or encouraging S/O.

Clorica is unused to the sheer energy S/O brings to her. And here she thought Amber was a lot sometimes.

But it wasn't unwelcome at all. Having someone so bouncy was helpful in keeping her awake.

...Most of the time.

Whenever she performed her duties around the castle, she always had S/O to talk with, usually about something amusing happening around Selphia or just nothing in particular.

(S/O) "Cloricaaaaa!"

Clorica spun around and caught S/O, who leapt into her arms dramatically.

She almost fell over, but managed to stand her ground, letting out a soft giggle.

(Clorica) "Hello, S/O. I just got done with my duties for now. Would you like to get lunch?"

(S/O) "Heck yeah! I'm starving, let's get going already!"

Clorica is almost dragged along, making her smile even bigger.

Despite how enthusiastic they were, they always made sure to never force Clorica to do anything.

And even S/O understood that sometimes, she just needed the nap.

(Clorica) zzzz.....

(S/O) "Wow! It never fails to amaze me that she can sleep while cleaning!"

(Vishnal) "I aspire to reach that level of efficiency!

(S/O) "Maybe I can ask her to teach us that!"

(Lest) "I...don't think anyone can be at Clorica's level when it comes to that..."

(Frey) "Not even us."

(S/O) "It's a worth a shot! I'm already halfway there, she taught me how to fall asleep on command! Watch-"

THUD!

(Clorica) "...Huh?"

Clorica's eyes slowly blinked open before her head fell down, and went back asleep.

[storiesofsvu]

Christmas Admirer

Elizabeth Donnelly x reader warnings: language, argument, minor stalking. Look! I did a thing! Thank you for the ko-fi and the request!! I hope this lives up to expectations lol. Covers the "fight before xmas" square for bingo. I'm slowly getting back into it y'all! I wanted to get a lot more done for bingo but I hate to admit I don't think I'm gonna get much done, which sucks. I still have the creative spurts but I think I'm so wrapped up in NCIS that other characters have fallen down the list lol. I'll do my best to get the more developed ideas out for bingo! Love y'all!

The first time it happened, you didn’t think a thing about it. Liz always had new staff in the early fall, clerks, paralegals, assistants, secretaries, baby prosecutors that you hadn’t met yet. Those who had graduated college and wanted some on the job experience before law school, those who had graduated law school and were killing time before being able to write the Bar. There was never a shortage of strange faces around Hogan Place, so you breezed through the halls with no worries, a handful of files tucked under your arm and two coffees balanced in your hand as you approached her office door.

“I wouldn’t!” The voice rang out from the desk situated outside of Liz’s office and you stalled in your steps, letting out a small laugh.

“I’m sure it’s fine. She’s expecting me.”

“That was probably before she found out Anderson lied about having a warrant.” The man winced slightly and you let out a sigh right before Liz’s voice boomed through the glass, clearly upset and about to tear Anderson a new one.

“Guess so.” You dropped down into a chair opposite the man’s desk, placing the coffees down on it, files on your lap as you tugged out your phone. “This the only headache she’s had to deal with today?”

“Aside from the damage control that’ll go along with it, I think so.”

“Great.” Your head tilted back as you let out a groan, there went your dinner plans.

You didn’t catch it, the way his eyes were lingering on you, examining the folders in your lap, recognizing them as legal ones, an NYPD logo stamped on the second one in the pile just peeking its way out. How he was putting together that you were in the legal field, but no badge or gun meant you weren’t a cop. How casual you were in the space meant you’d been here plenty of times before. His gaze dragged up your body, watching your hand reach out for your coffee cup, nearly frowning that you were using your right, your left hidden under the pile of files and he’d have to resort to a verbal tactic to figure out more.

“How long has Anderson been in there?” You asked, swallowing down your coffee.

“Oh, uh? Only a few minutes before you got here.” He replied, “I could always take a message Mrs…?”

You barked out a laugh, turning toward him with a grin on your face, “please, it’s Ms. Parker.” He stuck his hand out over his desk and you took it, shaking while he smiled.

“Thomas, it’s nice to meet you.”

Your eyes surveyed him for a minute, flicking around the room before you spoke, “you got a nice looking name plate,” you gestured to the desk, “you’ve either been here a while or you’re planning on it.”

“Hoping to be.” He shifted in his chair, sitting more upright, “figured this was the best way to save up for law school.” He laughed awkwardly, “not that I’m freshly graduated or anything, I just didn’t figure things out right away, you know?”

“I do.” You laughed, glancing back towards Liz’s door where you could barely hear Anderson stammering along as she continued to lecture him.

“She always this intense?”

“Depends.” You picked up your coffee, taking another swig, “but Anderson… he’s annoying. He’s one of those ones that has an excuse for literally everything and none of them are valid. He’ll never own up to his actions or accept the consequences and shit like that pisses her off even more. If this case sinks, he’s done for.”

A small pause in the conversation while you both tried to eavesdrop and ignore the argument on the other side of the office wall before he spoke again, “sounds like you’ve known Donnelly a while.”

“Five years, give or take.” You replied, picking up your coffee again.

Though it was the last two that were the most significant, a year of back and fourth flirtation whenever you ran into each other until Melinda practically dragged you to some gala she was forced to attend and one thing led to another and confessions of true feelings were whispered into the night. You’d never expected to fall in love with someone like Liz and you’d definitely never thought someone like her would fall in love with you, yet here you were.

“Bet you know all the best ways to make it into her good books.” Thomas practically teased and you laughed.

“Work hard, pay attention, be ready on your feet and up to date as you can be on any open or upcoming cases. She’s big on loyalty, don’t let her catch you fraternizing with the enemy or sweet talking other departments or firms. If you’re thinking about switching jobs, let her know up front and she’ll give you the glowing recommendation you deserve, but if you do it behind her back, your options will be limited. Don’t be a suck up, but on a really bad day, the shrimp scampi from Forlini’s is a life saver,” you were suddenly cut off as the door flew open and Anderson came scurrying by without bothering to stop and you glanced back to Thomas, “and her coffee order is an Americano or drip with two packets of sweetener.” You picked up the untouched coffee, placing it down directly in front of him as you stood from your seat, “but I have a feeling she doesn’t need any more adrenaline boosts today and you just might.” You shot him a wink before scooping up your own coffee and stepping towards Liz’s ajar door, knocking on the frame.

“What?” She snapped as you pushed it open, offering her a warm smile and she let out a sigh from where she sat behind her desk, “sorry.”

“No need.” You swung the door shut behind you, moving through the room.

“What’re you doing here?” She asked softly, hand reaching out to squeeze at yours as you perched on the side of her desk.

“Had lunch with Sophie.” You shrugged, dropping the pile of files into her inbox, “figured I’d save her the ten minute drive.”

“One of these days you’re going to remember you’re a writer and not my assistant.” She teased as you leant down to steal a kiss.

“Speaking of…” you glanced behind you to the closed door, “you’ve got a new one.”

“He’s competent so far.” She sighed, leaning back in her chair, “unlike fucking Anderson.” You laughed, squeezing at her shoulder.

“He’s been in the hotseat for nearly a year, it’s about time they let him go.” You frowned slightly, “but I am guessing this means our dinner plans are off?”

Liz let out a heavy sigh, pinching at the bridge of her nose as she muttered “this is why I hate this job sometimes.” She glanced up at you, “yes.” Taking both of your hands in hers she smiled at you, “but that doesn’t mean I won’t spoil you. You go home, I’ll send dinner to your place, dessert too, and probably another million little gifts.”

“Liz, you really don’t have to.” You giggled, leaning down to kiss her.

“No sweetheart, I really do. We made these plans a while ago and I know how much you were looking forward to them.”

“Alright,” you slid off her desk, “fine. I’ll accept delicious, free dinner and treats but you better send me a picture of your dinner too, even if it’s in your office. I need you to not forget to eat.”

“And you really think you don’t take care of me?” She grinned up at you and you giggled again when she pulled you back to her for another kiss, “thank you for understanding.”

“Always.” You smiled, “and hey, don’t be too hard on that kid out there, he doesn’t seem so bad.”

“As long as he’s not Anderson.” She replied with an eye roll and you pulled the door open with a laugh, shooting a wave and a smile to Thomas as you sped through the office, leaving the room fast enough that you missed the way he ducked his gaze and his cheeks flushed pink.

**

The second time it happened, you were none the wiser, more focussed on getting your daily tasks done through the first snowfall of the year.

“God it is freezing out there.” You grumbled, letting out a little shiver as you shook the snow off your shoulders, “hope you guys have the heat on.” You reached out, placing a coffee cup down on Thomas’ desk.

“Got a portable one under my desk.” He replied with a slightly bashful smile.

“Good.” You shot him a wink, wrapping your hands around your own coffee and letting out a warm sigh.

“If it’s that cold out you should really have gloves on.”

“I know.” You groaned, rolling your eyes, “my friend’s dog chewed through my last pair this weekend, haven’t gotten around to a shopping trip yet.”

“She doesn’t give you any time off?” He asked with a frown, nodding toward Liz’s door and you laughed.

“She’s not my boss.” You tugged around in your purse for a moment, pulling out a business card, “I write kid’s books… well, primarily. I’ve been known to dabble into true crime too.”

He took the card from you, studying it for a minute before looking back up at you, “oh, that’s really cool. And… wildly different departments.”

You laughed, smiling softly at Thomas, “yeah, I guess they balance each other out well enough. Gotta splash some colour in that drab, cruel world, ya know?”

“Yeah.” He twirled the card around in his fingers, placing it down next to his cup of pens, “I’d love to pick your brain about it.”

“Really?” Your smile widened, taken aback by someone showing genuine interest into what you spent your time doing.

“Yeah. I’ll even buy you a drink, or a coffee, for your time? Tonight?”

“I can’t tonight.” Your nose scrunched and Thomas thought it was the cutest thing he’d seen all month, “got a thing. Friday?”

“Yeah, yeah! That’s perfect.”

“Well,” grinning, you gestured toward the card, “you’ve got my number.”

You scooped up your coffee, briefly knocking on Liz’s door before entering her office, letting the door swing shut behind you as you crossed the room.

“You’re late.” She chastised, half teasing while you leant over to kiss her cheek, your hand resting just past the collar of her shirt and she winced, “and your hands are freezing! What did I tell you about buying new gloves?”

“I’ll get around to it.” You rolled your eyes, laughing softly, “and how am I late if all I’m doing is playing errand boy for you?”

“Cleaners’ only open until three today.” She replied with a shrug pulling a claim ticket out of her desk and passing it to you.

“Good thing it’s only one then.” You replied with a grin, swiping the tag from her and popping it into your purse. “Your dress will be in one piece and ready to go at my place once you’re done here. You’ll have just enough time to go over your speech before we head out.”

“You’re a life saver.” She tugged you back to her to steal a kiss, wincing again at the temperature of your fingers. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

You got home with Liz’s dry cleaning over your arm and take out in your other (still bare) hand to find a gift bag sitting outside of your apartment door. You managed to scoop it up and once you got inside you discovered two pairs of very warm, cozy and luxurious gloves inside. A smile crept onto your cheeks and your body relaxed with warmth at the thought of Liz thinking of you on an already crammed busy day.

**

The third time you were slowly starting to pick up on it but brushed it off as friendliness. Thomas had agreed to buy you a drink to pick your brain over your work and you were more than excited to have someone who wasn’t your agent or publisher to talk to about the creative thoughts flying through your brain. You spent more than a few hours at a small table in the corner of a bar picking over appetizers and a few cocktails while you got to know each other a bit more. Thomas was new to town, spent the majority of his time working and thus didn’t really have a lot of friends in the city yet. You tried to pay for your half of the tab but he insisted it was his treat and you weren’t about to complain. When he offered to walk you home you figured he was just being friendly, cautious as a man should be about letting their companion go on alone at night in New York. You didn’t have to argue too much as you already had a car coming and assured that you would text once you were home safe.

**

The fourth time things started to happen you were so wrapped up in the holiday season you wouldn’t have noticed even if you had been looking for it. All of your shopping was done online to avoid crowded stores, there were small piles of packages outside your door daily, more Christmas cards than you could count flowing through your mail box. An array of little gifts from Liz, some signed with her initials, some wrapped with a ‘do not open until Christmas’ warnings, others bare in their Amazon boxes. Some were shipped, some were dropped off and it seemed to change every week.

Flowers, chocolates and candy were frequently left at your work desk, a treat for the entire office, trinkets from fans or avid readers, it was just what happened this time of year. It didn’t matter if it didn’t have a card, it was just a little boost to get through the cold snap and into the new year.

Figuring you should get a start on wrapping the gifts you were giving you started to sort through the boxes littered underneath the tree, finding a surprising amount of things that had been on your public wish list. You were stuck in an internal battle between setting a reminder to thank Liz in the morning or not mention anything considering they were likely supposed to be Christmas gifts and you eventually decided on the latter.

Just as you were finishing up, putting the final bow on the final present there was a knock at your door and you were surprised with dinner from your favourite place. You were a little taken a back with this one, considering it was one of the pricier places you really adored, but hey, it was Christmas time, Liz was working late and cancelled a date night, you weren’t going to complain about a pricey apology.

**

The fifth time it happened Thomas had been away from his desk when you arrived, you figured he was already gone for the night and headed straight to Liz’s office. That was where you discovered that she was having the utter day from hell, more than one prosecutor getting served thanks to playing out of line during their current cases. Meaning she now had to comb through both of their cases from start to where they were currently to find any violations, possibly take them over herself and help them find the appropriate counsel for the suits being filed.

She apologized profusely, promising that she would make it up to you later that weekend and you simply smiled, nodding gently and pressing a kiss to her cheek. You’d known what level of workload she had when you started dating and you reminded her that you knew this wasn’t exactly work from home over a glass of wine type of work. Reluctantly, you finally left her office, quietly shutting the door on your way out before your eyes flicked up and you spotted Thomas back at his desk beginning to pack things up.

“Figured you’d left already.” You greeted with a small smile.

“Oh, just a few last minute things she needed me to take over. Done now.” His eyes slowly raked up your body, taking in the heels, form fitting dress, jewelry and curled hair and he gulped, “you look… nice.”

“Thanks.” You huffed out a laugh, “dinner plans.”

“You didn’t get roped into this somehow, did you?” He asked, gesturing towards Liz’s office.

“Oh no.” You shook your head, pulling your phone out of your pocket when it pinged to read the text message and let out another sigh, “but my date did cancel on me.”

“Really? It’s practically Christmas.”

“Meh, happens.” You shrugged, pocketing your phone again.

“You know… I was just on my way out; my plan was leftover pizza. If you maybe wanted some company, we could grab a bite?” He offered and you hummed over it for a moment.

“You sure?”

“’Course.”

“That’d honestly be really nice, I’ve been cooped up alone in my home office all week and was looking forward to the company.” You glanced up to him, “but I’m paying this time!”

“Not after you got stood up.” He chuckled and you let out a small laugh.

“I had reservations at Trattoria Dell’Arte, it’s not exactly cheap. Let me get it.”

“Only if I take care of the drinks.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

You likely would have noticed that he was flirting, not just being friendly if you hadn’t been so preoccupied up in your head. Between both of your jobs you and Liz hadn’t managed to see that much of each other recently and you were beginning to second guess yourself, thinking that she was simply just too tired to want to bother seeing you after a long week. That the extra work was a welcomed excuse to have to take a rain check yet again.

Instead you played nice, laughed at most of his jokes and contributed the best you could over dinner. Spending time with him wasn’t bad, he was decent enough company you didn’t mind it, you just would have preferred your girlfriend. He did try to snag the dinner bill but you were quicker, taking care of it on the way back from the restroom, leaving him with the agreed upon bottle of wine to settle up.

He once again offered to walk you home, or at least split a cab and you agreed on the latter considering it was a chillier night and you didn’t want either of you to get caught out in the snow. The heavier the incoming storm got, the fewer cabs there would be out on the streets, so it didn’t even cross your mind. You thought nothing of the rose he presented to you after you flagged down the cab considering the street peddler was pushy, the assertive in your face type that wouldn’t take no for an answer until you’d agreed to buy something from them. You’d even both laughed about it on the way home, talking about how guys like that used to target tourists more than the locals and when you reached your apartment you thanked him for the fun evening and hoped he had a great rest of his weekend.

With your back turned you missed the way his eyes followed you all the way up to the entrance to your building, a small smile on his cheeks as the fantasies began to play through his head, some of which were already playing out in real life right in front of him.

**

Stepping out of the cab you cautiously jogged up the stairs to Liz’s brownstone, careful to avoid the ice in your heels, coat open and flowing behind you as you briefly stopped to ring the bell before letting yourself in.

“I’ll be five minutes!” Her voice rang through from her upstairs office, “make yourself a drink.”

“Okay.” You called back, wiping off your shoes and shrugging off your coat to be hung on one of the hallway hooks.

Liz’s house was no stranger to you, it was your home away from home, a place you spent many weekends curled in her arms on the couch or tangled in her bedsheets as the sun crept in through the curtains. It felt homier that your apartment, the place you often opted to work from home when you needed to, the long days that she worked that you missed her, wanted to still feel surrounded by her even if she didn’t come home until long after you were asleep.

You crossed the living room to the bar cart, pouring yourself a gin and tonic to pass the time while she finished whatever it was she was doing. Sipping on the beverage you pulled your phone from your pocket, scrolling through a couple of apps and replying to a couple of messages while your gaze was distracted out the window, watching the snowfall start to get thicker, coating the streets with white fluff.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” Liz’s voice broke through the silence of the room and you turned back to her with a small laugh, the smile staying on your warm cheeks as she approached you. Her hand cupped your cheek, pulling you to her for a tender kiss that you couldn’t help but relax into.

“Thank you.” You smiled across at her, “figured I should look a little extra nice considering how many nights we’ve missed recently.”

“You know you don’t have to dress up for me.” Liz replied with a small smile, kissing your cheek gently as she squeezed at your hand, “but I do deeply appreciate it.” Her fingers tangled with yours, pulling your hand up to her lips to lay a kiss on the back of it.

“With the amount you spoil me it’s the least I could do.” You replied with a quiet laugh, draining your drink before placing the cup down on a side table. Liz hummed, her eyes dropping to your bracelet on the arm she still held up. Her gaze focused on it, eyes narrowing slightly as she examined it, her brow beginning to furrow. “What?” You asked, heart picking up in your chest as you watched her expression harden.

“This bracelet… it’s awfully personal.” Her hand dropped yours before circling your wrist, twisting your arm back and fourth to examine the jewelry.

“It’s my birthstone, yeah.” You laughed awkwardly “surrounded by yours.”

Her eyes examined it for a moment longer, pulling your wrist closer until she let out a small huff, “that’s not blue topaz, those are diamonds. They’re pulling the light from the sapphires, where did you get this?”

“You.” You chuckled again, feeling your heartbeat pick up in your chest, “one of those little secret Santa gifts you’ve been leaving.”

“It’s not from me.”

“Liz, there’ve been so many packages delivered I can’t even keep track of them, you probably ordered it months ago and forgot.”

“That’s Buccellati. I think I would remember spending that much money on you.” She scoffed, dropping your arm as she turned from you with an eye roll. “And half of those gifts were a don’t open until Christmas.”

“I just said I couldn’t keep track.” You retorted, feeling the annoyance beginning to build up through your veins.

“And I know that’s not from me.” She replied, frustration bubbling up inside of her, she’d been dealing with so much already she’d just wanted to have a nice night out and now this was ruining everything. Then again, maybe things had been ruined before she’d even realized, “diamonds mean someone born in April, or someone that likes you an awful lot and you don’t keep in touch with any family and not to offend but none of your friends could afford that.”

“I told you, it’s from you.” Your voice hardened and she laughed, shaking her head.

“Come on y/n, you’re better than that. That’s the oldest lie in the book.” She picked up a bottle of scotch, pouring out a few ounces and taking a swig as she spoke, “go around galivanting with someone else and when you get caught gaslight your partner into thinking it was them all along.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been so distant!” Her voice raised ever so lightly, tensing as she spoke, her mouth tightening in that all too familiar pissed off way. “I’ve barely seen you all month, you always wait until the morning to call me back, your texts are far and few in between and the few times I’ve tried to stop by your apartment you’re out! God.” She shook her head with a heavy laugh, “I don’t know how I didn’t put it together earlier that you were seeing someone else.”

“Did you just accuse me of cheating on you?!” Anger jolted through you as you immediately saw red, an offended scoff leaving your lips.

“Well how else would you explain it!?” Her hands flailed in your general direction.

“You’re the one who keeps cancelling fucking dates Liz! I’ve been completely accommodating of your work schedule and how demanding it’s been recently. You’ve barely seen me because you keep blowing me off! Sorry that I’m not at your beck and call, I was trying to give you space and time to regroup from work! I didn’t realize I was supposed to mope around my apartment and wait for you to find a sliver of time for me, sorry that I have other friends to spend time with who actually give a shit.”

“So you admit you’ve been seeing someone?”

“I’m not fucking doing this.” Your hands shot up in surrender, “you’re being insane all over a fucking bracelet.”

“A seven thousand dollar bracelet!” She snapped back, “what would you like to do, go through my bank records?”

“No.” Grabbing your coat you headed for the door, “you can do that yourself and wake up from this fucking delusion where I would cheat on you. I cannot believe you would ever accuse me of something like that, I thought you trusted me!”

The door was pulled open and you were halfway down the steps by the time she called after you, “fine! Walk out on another fucking date, no surprise there!”

**

Christmas Eve was finally upon you and instead of being out celebrating like you thought you would be, you were curled up in the bay window of your apartment watching the snow coat the city in a thick blanket. The remnants of Chinese takeout splayed across the coffee table while the television blared quietly in the background, some marathon of holiday movies still going.

Letting out a heavy sigh you picked up the bottle of wine from beside you, topping up your glass before taking a sip as your gaze redirected out into the night once again. You hadn’t heard from Liz in nearly two weeks, the two of you no doubt trapped in a game of ‘Say Uncle’, waiting for the other to admit they were wrong before any reconciling could begin. It wasn’t the first time you’d fought and if things started moving forward again you were certain it wouldn’t be the last, she was strong willed and always would be. You were hoping that this time in light of the holiday season maybe you would be getting an apology but it appeared she was digging her heels in, burying herself in work while trying to push the image of you with another woman out of her head rather than talking her way through it.

You’d spent some time thinking about it, imagining the last couple of months from Liz’s point of view and you were starting to maybe see where she was coming from. There had been more time apart than usual, more nights of cancelled dates spent apart rather than her coming home late from work to find you making her home warm and welcoming. You’d been busy, actually accepting the offers for holiday parties and meet ups with friends in town for the season rather than sitting around bored at home. But you reminded yourself that just because she might have had the excuse to be suspicious didn’t mean the argument and her accusation was justified.

Letting out another sigh as you sucked back your wine you were debating reheating some leftover Chinese, your stomach beginning to rumble when your attention was pulled to the door. Your head tilted for a moment, wondering if you were hearing things from the television or not but the second knocking came though loud and clear. A small groan escaped your lips as you untangled yourself from the blanket, stretching out stiff muscles as you padded through your apartment to the door, pulling it open to a very lavish bouquet of poinsettias and red and white roses, it was only after a moment that you realized who was holding it.

“Thomas?” You let out a huff, “seriously, she’s making you do her bidding on Christmas Eve? You deserve a break, and a raise. If she can’t be bothered to drop them off herself I don’t want them.”

“Her?” He asked with a tilt of the head.

“Liz.” You rolled your eyes, “I knew she liked having minions to do shit like this but this is so not cool.”

“Ms. Donnelly?” His nose scrunched, “no, these are from me.”

“Oh.” You stalled in your movement, taking a step back from the door to open it wider, “I guess… come in then.”

“Thanks.” He flashed you a smile, quickly stepping into the apartment, following you so he could place the bouquet down on the kitchen island.

“You know, you really didn’t have to bring me anything.”

“Well, you’re pretty big on Christmas, aren’t you?” He gestured around your apartment, eyes sweeping through the decorations, the large tree in the corner with piles of gifts wrapped underneath it, “everyone deserves a little bit of holiday cheer.”

“Yeah.” You sighed, smiling softly across from him.

“Besides, after I saw you were actually wearing the bracelet the last time you swung through the office I figured I should stop playing secret Santa and reveal myself.” His eyes flicked down to your wrist and a frown took over his face, “but… you’re not wearing it now.”

“Hmph,” you mumbled over a sip of wine, “Liz and I got into a big fight over it, kinda left a bad taste in my mouth.”

“Oh…” He stuttered a moment, wringing his hands while he gathered his words and you took another sip of your drink, “I thought it looked quite nice. You know, my birthday’s in April, always thought diamonds and sapphires complimented each other well.”

The wine glass in your hand paused halfway back to the kitchen island and you did your best to not let it show on your face as ice began to run through your veins. The wheels were spinning in your brain, trying to make it make sense and if there was ever a moment to trust your gut, you knew this was it. Before you could fully process everything Thomas spoke again,

“I like what you did with the shadowboxes,” he gestured to the wall above the television, “they had them in your favourite colour too, but I thought that might clash with the rest of the room. I’m glad the silver looks so nice.”

“Thanks…” The glass finally met the island gently as your fingers slipped off it, gripping the edge of the counter.

“Oh and that blanket!” His eyes lit up with excitement when he saw the one you’d previously been curled up in, “isn’t it the softest thing you’ve ever felt?” You nodded slowly, “bought one for myself when I picked it up.” He was nearly two steps into your living room by the time you found your voice, clearing your throat before you spoke.

“Hey Thomas…”

“Yeah?” He whipped around, a gleam in his eye and wide smile on his face.

“How did you know where I live?” You asked slowly, keeping your tone calm and cool in an attempt to keep him in the same mood he was in currently, completely unaware that the hair on the back of your neck was standing up.

“After our date at Trattoria we shared a cab.” He reminded you, “dropped you off first.”

“Date…” You nodded slowly, an unsure smile on your lips.

“Well,” he laughed, “I guess it would’ve been more of a date if you’d let me pay for dinner, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“Uh-huh.” You picked up your wine glass again, taking another sip as you watched him take in your apartment, “you know, my name’s not on a buzzer. You go knocking on everyone’s doors?”

“Nope.” He smiled brightly over at you, “told the cabbie to wait that night, wanting to make sure you got in alright. I saw your light flick on when you got in, just did my own investigative work to figure out which suite was yours.”

“I’ll add detective to your resume.” You gently teased and he chuckled, his fingers trailing over the back of your couch while his eyes dragged through your living room.

“Chow mein noodles…” he muttered, “I should’ve known.” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head at himself, “hope you didn’t mind the shanghai ones I had sent over.”

“Hmm?” Your brow raised in his direction as your stomach began to churn.

“A couple of weeks ago.” He laughed softly, “you said you were dreading cooking dinner so I thought I’d help out a bit.”

“That was you…” You asked with a breath, feeling your heart starting to thud heavily in your chest.

“Well yeah.” He smiled brightly, “who else would it be?”

“Tell me something… how many times have you sent stuff to my apartment?”

“Food? At least once a week, I mean, you can’t forget to eat, it’s important.”

“Sure is.”

“The other stuff? Depended.” He shrugged, “I figured it’s Christmas so you should get treated a little more than usual, flowers, treats. I went through your Amazon list,” he nodded toward the tree, “though I’m figuring some of that’s still under there.”

“Okay, but why?”

“Because you deserve it.” He stepped toward you and you fought every instinct in your brain to step back, not wanting to get a negative response out of him, “you’re so beautiful, so kind and sweet. I mean, it didn’t take much to fall in love with you.”

“Oh Thomas I—”

“Was I too secretive with my Santa game?” He laughed, “did you not realize they were all from me?”

“No.. no I did not.”

“Well, surprise.” He replied with a sheepish grin, “I was your secret admirer.”

“I didn’t even realize I had one.” You replied with an awkward laugh, praying that he would stay the two feet away from you he currently was.

“What’d you mean?” He asked, his face falling, “who did you think they were from?”

“Well, to be completely honest, Liz.”

“Ms. Donnelly?” His face scrunched, “why would any of them be from her?”

“Because I am her girlfriend.” Liz’s voice growled through the apartment and you jumped, having not realized the door had never been shut behind Thomas. You had no idea how long she had been standing there or how much she had heard but one thing was clear; she was absolutely livid. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here?”

“It’s practically Christmas.” He gestured around, “I thought that was the best time to make romantic declarations.”

“Is that so?” Liz asked, her brow raising before whatever was in her hands found home on the entry way table and a dark gleam took over her eyes. “How about I tell you what the best thing to do is right now?” She stepped towards him and he visibly gulped, “you’re going to get the hell out of here and you’re never going to set foot on this block ever again. If I so much as catch a glimpse of you attempting to nose your way into her life, I’ll sick Stabler on you, understood?”

“Yes Ms. Donnelly.” He nodded, shrinking around himself as he ducked his gaze, attempting to step around her to get over to the door.

“And I think it’s very clear you don’t need to show up at work after the holidays, you’re fired. Don’t expect any good references either.”

She followed him toward the door, making sure he was scurrying his way to the stairs before she swung it shut behind him, flicking the lock for extra security. Her eyes closed for a moment and she took a deep breath before turning to you, noticing the way you were clutching the counter so tight your knuckles were white.

“Are you alright?” She asked, her voice impeccably soft as she cautiously stepped toward you, a hand soothing its way up your arm and you looked up at her, a slight shake in your voice.

“Kinda feel like I’m gonna be sick.” You ran your hand over your face, letting out a low breath, “god I was so stupid, how could I not realize?” You leant back into the counter, “I really did think it was you sending me everything.”

“Everything?” Her brow raised as her arm wound around your waist, pulling you to her so she could leave a soft kiss on your temple. “It wasn’t just the flowers?”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes at the lavish bouquet that you wanted nothing more than to toss in the garbage, “he’s been sending me things for months, and I don’t even know what was him and what was you.”

“Has he been following you?” She asked, worry taking over her voice.

“I dunno.” You shrugged, “we split a cab after drinks one night, dropped me off first but who knows, that was probably part of the plan.”

“I thought I was going overboard mentioning Stabler but now I’m starting to think it may be a good idea.” Her eyes swept through your apartment, taking in all the new trinkets that hadn’t been there the last time she was, “I’m going to get him to run Thomas’ name, do a more thorough background check, and let’s get you out of here, you’re staying at my place until New Years.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She squeezed at your hand.

“You’re not…  mad anymore?” You asked and her face fell before she let out a weary sigh, shaking her head.

“Absolutely not. I was over worked and stressed and came to a very wrong conclusion when I should have seen how suspicious that was from a different angle.”

“You know I’d never cheat on you, right?” You couldn’t help the tears swimming into your eyes, both at the question and the fact that you were pretty shaken up considering your evening.

“Oh sweetheart.” Liz stepped forward again, her hands cupping your cheeks as she leant in to kiss you, her lips brushing against yours while she spoke, “of course I do. I know how much you love me and I love you even more than you could imagine. I’m so sorry I said those terrible things. You’re the greatest partner I could ask for, always so understanding when I have to shuffle things around, I should be praising the ground you walk on.”

“Okay well now you’re going overboard.” You let out a watery laugh, smiling as you leant forward to kiss her again.

“Nonsense.” She kissed the tip of your nose, “my girl deserves the absolute best.”

“The absolute best would be getting the fuck out of here; I feel like I need to burn half my belongings.” You shuddered and she squeezed at your shoulders, directing you toward the door.

“Grab what you need. We can come back in a couple of days to sort through everything and figure out what came from that creep and what I had sent over.”

“Okay.” You slipped into your coat, grabbing your bag grabbing Liz quickly before she ushered you out the door “thank you. I love you.”

“I love you more sweetheart.”

You’d fully calmed down a couple of hours later, curled up in Liz’s arms on her couch at her very comfortable and very private brownstone. A warm glow casted from the fully decorated tree in the corner, the main source of light in the room as Christmas movies played on the television and fluffy snowflakes drifted through the air outside. You let out a soft sigh, burrowing further into her embrace and in return her arm squeezed at you, her lips brushing against your hairline as the curved up into a smile. You both knew that no matter what the world threw at you, you had each other, you were safe and loved and there was no one else you’d rather spend the holidays or your lives with.

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[weird-is-life]

Hi Love! You Spencer fics give me life btw, Okay, so idk if you've seen NCIS,but there is this goth character named Abby and she is like a forensic scientist . I would love to see Spencer (maybe later seasons) having to work with a reader like Abby. Opposites attract kind of thing / love at first sight/mutual pining .

Hiii, thank u so much for this request. I am sooooooo sorry, that this took me like 2 months to write 😭I hope this isn't too bad (1k) warnings: talk of bombs, fluff

Sometimes you think, that Spencer likes you, like more than just a friend. It's always when you catch him staring lovesick at you or hear him giggle at your stupid science jokes. It makes your heart swell everytime.

But you stop daydreaming about this, when the reality sets in and you realise the big difference between the two of you. Like there's just no way Spencer likes you the way you like him.

You two are complete opposites. Well, that's not entirely true. You and Spencer share love for science and solving things, which is exactly why you are both at the FBI. But other than this, you don't think, that you have much in common.

Your thinking about Spencer is cut short, because there's a literal bomb being placed in front of you. The team is working on a local case. There's a very dangerous bomber, which they are trying to catch.

Your task is to analyse the bomb as best as you can, even the tiniest detail can help the team. It's not often you get to work with the team, especially this close, so you want to do good and not mess it up.

You put on your favourite band and closely study the bomb. As you bop your head to the blasting music, you write down everything that seams important, even the stuff that is not so important, down.

You work fast and in like 2 hours, you are done and happy with you analysis. You sent a text to Penelope, she is usually the one that comes for the papers and you like her, she is a total sweetheart everytime she comes to your lab.

You don't expect her to come right away, so you don't turn the music down even one bit. Honestly, a big mistake from your part.

It's not Penelope, who comes to grab the analysis papers and also it's not later, it's right away. Spencer was basically pushed towards the elevator to go to your lab by Penelope. Of course, she knows that you two fancy each other (she thinks you'll be the cutest couple) and she's decided, that she's going to get you together, whatever it takes. Even if it means dragging Spencer towards you.

Spencer finds your lab easily, he's been here too many times. But he's never heard the music playing so loud. You don't even hear the door opening or him coming inside. He only gets your attention when he carefully puts his hand on your shoulder as to not scare you, which goes totally the wrong way.

You flinch so hard and jump away from him instantly, that you almost fall on the floor, not to mention the curse words slipping out of your mouth.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Spencer worriedly apologises.

"Doctor Reid, you scared me," you say with a surprise, you definitely weren't expecting him here. You lower the volume of the music.

"I'm sorry, I called out your name, but I think it was too loud," he explains, stepping from one foot to another.

"It's okay, it's my fault. I put it way too loud. It's just...It's my favourite band,"  you grin sheepishly at him. Your pink blush in contrast with the black lipstick and eyeliner.

"Really? Have they been your favourite band for long now?" Spencer asks, giving you a small smile.

"Gosh, for so long, I don't even know. Maybe since I've discovered how much I love music," you must have been a kid then, when you found you passion for music, " what about you Dr. Reid, what's your favourite band?"

"Spencer, please call me Spencer," it's his turn to blush again, when he says it. You always call him dr. Reid and even if he knows you are joking, he prefers you calling him Spencer, " a-and I don't really have a favourite band or-or a song."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I just don't really know any music, maybe just some classical," he shrugs his shoulders, " I know, it's bad." He adds when he sees your wide eyes.

"Oh my god, this is actually a crime," you dramatically say, " I would gladly give you some recommendations, but I think time isn't on our side right now." You don't think Spencer would like your kind of taste of music, metal probably isn't his type, but you could definitely look something up for him.

Spencer would like that, like a lot. But yeah, he can't waste time by chatting with you, when there's a serial bomber in the streets.

He really wants to tho, I mean he wouldn't say no to spending time with you, maybe it would give him an actual chance with you. So with these kind of thoughts, he does something very, almost too brave.

"How about over a coffee?" he nervously blurts out and you don't quite know if you've heard right or your imagination is playing tricks on you.

"Over a coffee?"

"O-or tea, whatever you drink...."he adds, words stammering.

"Sure," you agree and give him the nicest smile you can do.

"R-really?" Spencer isn't expecting you to agree, he thinks, you are way out of his league, too pretty to even talk to him.

"Definitely, I'd love that," you reassure him and before you know it, these words escape your mouth, " it's a date, then."

Your dread goes away, when Spencer returns your shy smile and states," can't wait for it, I'll text you, yeah?" He starts to slowly back out of the lab.

"Okay," you giggle, because you realise, that he is forgetting the one thing he came here for, " don't you want the analysis of the bomb?"

"Ohhh," his cheeks go red again," right." He quickly comes back for it and heads for the door. At the door he looks at you for one last time and accidentally walks with his shoulder into the edge of the door.

You can't help but to giggle some more as he embarrassingly laughs and leaves your lab.

In your happy mood, you put the music back on and start thinking of the right songs for Spencer.

[fleetingcalypso]

I am very sorry to bother you, but a very sweet prompt fleeted into my mind as I prepared myself to come out to my parents, and I'd thought I'd share it in the sheer hope you'd read it, enjoy the thought and perhaps write something based on it, if you're comfortable.

Just imagine, you're very close to Sirius Black (you can choose to which degree, platonically, romantically, interested but not together yet, preferably the last because hehe). You've known for a while you were transgender (FtM) but never had the strength to come out, fearing rejection and alienation from the friend group. Just a sweet little comfort fic because I'm anxious as fuck.

≋ What you're doing is extremely brave, I'm so very proud of you. I wish you the best, friend. Know that whatever goes down, you'll never be judged or rejected here. I'll pray your coming out will be met with love and affection.

≋ Sirius Black x TransMasc!Reader ≋

≋ Word Count: 2285 words.

≋TW: Dysphoria, Misgendering (not done by Sirius)

Hogwarts seemed intimidating, more than anything. Eleven year old me, sitting in that train, chewing my nails and staring out at the moving scenery, had not the slightest idea that finding friends would be as easy as breathing. At least it is when four troublemakers decide to adopt you into their friend group, barely a week after classes started.

‘The marauders’ they’d call themselves, not so slowly becoming every professor’s nightmare.

They each had something that made them so intriguing. The four of them were attached at the hip, and with me being dragged into their pranks and escapades things only got more entertaining. Even as my house was far away from the castle we studied at, every day I got to spend with them made it feel like I was home, with their jokes and their being able to light up a dull moment with only a couple of words. James, Sirius, Remus and Peter welcomed me in, as one of them.

In the midst of my lowest moments I wondered, would they still accept me if I let my walls down? I sprinkled seeds of the truth here and there: I cut my hair short, I opted for pants instead of the usual skirt, I was at my happiest during winter - when finally I could show off the baggiest of sweaters to conceal the appendages on my chest. It’s not purely a physical discomfort, though. It’s in the little things, small seemingly meaningless moments that no one appears to notice but me. 

People perceive me differently based on how I move even the tiniest of muscles, it is painfully obvious. The boys have never done it, not once, they’ve always treated me as one of them. Never has one of them implied me being weaker, more delicate or called me ‘sweetheart’ in that obnoxious way lots of people do when they’re trying to put me back in my place.

 My head constantly feels underwater with the knowledge that if I were to sit wrong I’d be labeled as a girl, if I walk in a specific way it’ll put attention on my hips, even just standing, unmoving, gives me anxiety. The most insignificant of movements could shoot down the image of me that I want people to see whenever they lay eyes on me.

I feared the worst each time I let my mind tug me into a daydream. Deep down I knew, they’d never turn their back on a friend, but fear nipped at my heels every day. Not only was I hiding who I was from them, but I was lying to their faces about it as well. What hurt me the most, though, was not being able to admit my identity to Sirius.

Sirius Orion Black, he’s been the one that made sure I felt safe around him and the lads. More than once I caught myself being entranced by his words as he let the rest of us know what a nightmare his family life was. He was the total opposite of what his mother wanted him to be, yet that didn’t stop him from being his pure unfiltered self, if anything he enhanced each trait she found disgusting. Sirius wasn’t scared to be his true self, even if it meant going against his blood.

It sparked something in me. My heart has been his, for a long time now.

Sirius, with his raven locks, smooth skin and ever present smirk on his face is the one and only subject of all my dreams. He constantly looks as though he knows everyone’s secrets. The thought makes my stomach twist. When I awake, with the moon still high up in the sky, I almost turn to the pillow beside me, to take a peek at him, they’re that realistic. 

At any rate, if there’s someone that I feel should be the one to know the true me, it is him. I contemplated asking all four of them to meet me, but I don’t think I could rip the bandaid that easily. I want to talk to the one who knows -somewhat- how it feels to have expectations placed on oneself, the one who knows that being someone you’re not is more painful than the Crucio curse itself. Of course our situations are oceans apart: he doesn’t deal with having the need to hide certain parts of my body, or with the numerous wailing moments caused by being born in the wrong body, but I think he'd be the first one to accept me.

I had a whole speech prepared, a letter pages and pages long that I was going to give him, so he could read it without my presence, but as I hear his footsteps approaching me, I can imagine him already. His wand resting behind his ear and tie loosened, hands comfortably and nonchalantly situated in the pockets of his jeans with his luscious hair possibly styled into a bun.

“You’ve been rather gloomy lately, mate.” His foot taps my leg, before he lowers himself to sit next to me. We’ve always enjoyed sitting in the astronomy tower together, in the short span of time between a prank or two. Here, we don’t have to worry about being something else, we’re just humans admiring the stars. In hindsight, I should have figured out he knew I’d be hiding out here, as for my ‘being gloomy’, well, I thought I’d done a good job pretending. Apparently not. It makes me wonder if he’s seen through all of my white lies.

“You know how it is, life is hard.” I turn to him, expecting a silly joke like ‘Life is hard, but I’m harder’, something stupid to cheer me up as he usually does, but said joke never makes it into reality. He’s not even smiling, his lip is caught between his teeth in a clearly troubled look, it doesn’t suit him. No trace of a bun holding his luscious hair in place, what a shame.

“Are you okay though?” He whispers, even if we are the only beating hearts in the room and the sincerity in his voice almost brings me to tears. “I mean it when I say you haven’t been yourself lately.” I haven’t fully been myself for ages, but he doesn’t know that. Of course he doesn’t. I’ve been everything but myself. Oh, how many times have I hoped I could just rip my chest apart and rid myself of this body that doesn’t belong to me, before emerging from the depth of it as the man I know I am.

My tongue is threatening me to run faster than my mind. ‘I’m a man’ I want to shout, ‘I have always been a man, from the moment I was born, and I hope you can accept me for what I am.’ It sounds so easy in my head, which is why I hate it more than anything when my throat dries up as soon as I part my lips. His gaze falls to them, but it comes back up to meet my eyes when only a sigh escapes from them.

In being faced with my hesitation he speaks again, a subtle comforting smile on his face, “Hey, I’m not holding you hostage. You don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t feel like it.” His elbow meeting my side in a gentle shove sends my heart ablaze, it is just a simple touch, not even skin on skin, yet it makes my entire body warm up.

“If one day you woke up and saw that you were trapped in a cage, what would you do?” I tentatively ask, testing the waters of the ocean I know I am going to dive in today. My question causes a corner of his lips to tilt upwards, “I’d pick the lock,” He says, as if the solution would be that easy. I foolishly hope it was.

“What if there is no lock to pick? What if you could escape it, but you’d have to face one of the biggest fears in your life in order to do so?” 

His answer, before I can even finish the last syllable, “I’d do it. If it means freedom, I’d do anything. You know it.” His hand rests on my shoulder, I can feel his thumb pressing into my muscles, more than anything I want to hug him and confess my reality with my face hidden in his neck. But I don’t. I’m tired of hiding. My life has turned into a twisted version of hide and seek, where I’m both the seeker and the one hiding. I seek a day where I won’t have to hold back anymore, a day where I’ll be able to use a masculine pronoun without expecting weird looks towards me, yet I hide away in the darkness, afraid of the future, afraid of losing everything I’ve built so far. 

I’ve built mansions, cathedrals, palaces with precarious foundations and I think the time has come to fix that. 

“What’s with all the philosophical talk today? Cages and fears and whatnot. Is it a new idea for a prank? Because if it is you need to hear one James had just a while ago-”

“I’ve been lying to you, Sirius.” I confess with the taste of bile in the back of my throat. The letter I had prepared and read so many times I’d memorized it sits deep in the pockets of my pants, I’m running on no script and no idea of where this conversation will bring us. I have no patience to hear what he might say, so I don’t even stop to breathe before I speak again.

“I’ve been lying to all of you, even to myself at times. I want to preface this by saying that I understand if this is confusing to you, or if you don’t understand where this is coming from but I am not the girl you boys befriended all those years ago. I’ve never been a girl, not once, but this doesn’t mean I’ve been faking to be your friend. I’m still the friend that helped you get out of detention, I’m still the friend that sent professors down the wrong hallway when they would ask for you mid prank preparation, I’m still the friend that would do your essays for you in exchange for part of your food at lunch. I’m still your friend, just not the friend you thought you had.” The words flow out like a river overflowing, it is only as I say the last word that I notice the tears rolling down my cheeks, “I’m not a girl,” I say again, my voice cracking in a sob, “I’m a guy.” 

The grip he had on my shoulder tightens for a moment before he lets out the loudest sigh of relief I’ve ever heard, “By Merlin’s beard, you scared me half to death there.” His other hand rests on his chest, most likely trying to relax his beating heart that, if it’s pounding half the speed of mine, then it must be fighting tooth and nail to escape his ribcage. Something halfway through another sigh and a chuckle comes from him as his head shakes, “So, you’re a bloke, huh? Is that what you’re telling me?” 

I nod, swallowing the gulp stuck in my throat, I can’t force myself to make a sound. The arm wrapping itself around my shoulder and pulling me into Sirius takes me by surprise, “You were always one of the lads, mate.” He says, grinning ear to ear, “Thank you for telling me. I can’t imagine this was easy for you…” The weight on my back does not abandon me completely, it is only the tiniest amount lighter. The first step is taken, there is no going back, little by little he’ll be able to uncover all of me. One small step at a time. Now it is no time to let him know how the only things I smelled while brewing amortentia was his cologne, butterbeer and the occasional cigarette. 

I don’t know what else to say, it feels like I just lept from a flying broom awaiting contact with the ground, but the crash never comes, my bones never break and no absurd pain breaks through me. “Thank you for still being here.” I choke out. His thumb runs over the corners of my eyes, the silver rings on his fingers graze my hot skin, “Thank you for telling me.” He repeats, dragging my body closer to his in a warm hug, “I want you to know, telling the others, that’s your choice. I won’t say a word. There’s no rush. I’ll even hold your hand while you do it.”

I melt in his arms. His last remark, as teasing as it was, is enough to pull a smile out of me. “I’ll make sure to let you know whenever I’m ready so you can wash your hands first. Who knows what you’ve touched.”

“Wow, rude much.” Sirius holds me for what feels like a lifetime. They say Hogwarts is the safest place there is, but I think I’ve found a worthy adversary to that claim. We don’t say anything, I said my piece and he listened. That’s all that was important. One day I’m going to have to tell James, Remus and Peter as well, but that can wait for now. The worst is done. 

“Do you feel a little more free now?” He murmurs in my ear, “Has that cage began to feel like something you could escape from?”

“Yes.” And I mean it when I say it. The future looks brighter than it ever has.

[eirabach]

An End Has a Start [1/1]

An episode coda for 7x04. Bucktommy with implied Buddie, rated T for language. Also on ao3.

You don't work for the city, any city, for long before you realize there's a lot of money changing hands. Money that possibly, even probably, shouldn't even be in the possession of the first pair of hands, never mind wherever it ends up. It's just part of the daily drag of poverty wage civil servants; watching men in tailored suits gamble with their jobs and lives and communities, rolling the dice on whether the local elementary really needs a pool when their own pockets are only triple lined.

All of which is to say: politicos gamble.

Firefighters gamble more.

And from the moment Lucy had clocked Tommy's new and sudden interest in hanging out off duty with the 118 she'd had opinions.

Opinions that used to make Tommy laugh, but now, actually – kinda don't.

“You're late,” she says. She's sitting with her elbows propped up on the canteen table, a plate of greasy fries and half eaten sandwich in front of her, and with a twenty dollar bill dangling loose from two fingers that he very studiously ignores.

Tommy makes a show of checking his watch as he drops into the seat opposite her.

“By – oh, one minute!” He reaches over to steal a fry, but she slaps his hand away. “Crosstown traffic.”

Lucy hums. “Still a minute later than Mr Military usually is. You were crosstown?”

“You my mother?” He hooks a fry from the edge of the plate. “Yeah, I was crosstown. I had basketball with Eddie today.”

“And that's all you've been up to?”

Tommy raises an eyebrow at her. Her eyes are glinting, her smile slyly fox-like. She's his best friend in this place and a walking fucking nightmare.

"He's got a girlfriend," he says for what feels like the hundredth time this week.

Lucy narrows her eyes and rips another bite from her sandwich.

"And? You had a girlfriend once."

Tommy concedes by nodding and swiping another fry from her plate.

"I did," he hums, letting his eyes go all glassy and wiping a fake tear from under his eye. "And she had a seven inch dick. I miss that girl."

Lucy rolls her eyes. "Besides the fucking point. So Diaz has a girlfriend so you think he's straight? This is bisexual erasure, Thomas."

Tommy doesn't think anything about Eddie, actually. It's not his place. Not when there's a girl with a pretty smile and nothing to say watching him leave night after night. Not when there's the faintest tang of beer still lingering at the corner of his mouth, the ghost of stubble against his lip, any thoughts at all struggling to surface from the sheer, thrilling oh of hearing your attention.

"If I could erase you, Donato, I would have done it years ago."

Lucy sticks her tongue out, crumbs and all, and he throws the half chewed fry in her smirking face.

"Buckley's single," she offers, chucking it straight back. "And kinda easy. In a cute way."

Tommy scoffs, but he must pause for a half breath too long first because Lucy's eyes go wider than he thinks he's ever seen them, the twenty fluttering from her fingers as she slams her hands down on the table between them.

“Buckley?! Christ.” She sits back, blowing her fringe off her forehead with an exaggerated huff. “Well damn. I'm not surprised, I guess.”

Tommy takes a deep breath. “I think – I think he was. So don't –.” Tell. God, he really thought those days were behind him.

“Who the fuck do you take me for?” Lucy asks, sitting back and crossing her arms over her chest.

Tommy offers her a sarcastically sympathetic head tilt. “Gee, I don't know. Someone who's been betting on whether I'd fuck his taken best friend?”

She rolls her eyes extravagantly. “Please. That's different. Diaz always looked at me like I'd crapped in his bed. Buck's sweet.”

Tommy reaches out and pockets the twenty. “If you say so. I'll take this as an apology shall I?”

Lucy's nose crinkles up in disgust. “Put it towards your medical bills when Diaz finds out you've touched his man, that's all I'm saying.”

Tommy narrowly avoids sticking his tongue out at her. “Believe it or not, we're actual grown adults. Eddie's not going to have a problem with it.”

Lucy laughs, and it must send bits of half masticated sandwich the wrong way because she launches into a coughing fit so violent Tommy sees a couple of the paramedics' heads pop up from their hiding places like so many meerkats with medical fetishes.

“Jesus Christ,” she moans once she's caught her breath. “Rather you than me.”

Tommy quite agrees, honestly, because he's had exactly thirty four seconds of Evan Buckley’s mouth and he's already not particularly inclined to share, but he waits for her to knock back a couple of gulps of Powerade because he's a good friend.

He thinks he's a good friend.

He wants to be.

“You think – you think he will have a problem with it?”

Lucy wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and sighs.

“I think the 118 is – a different kind of place to what maybe we're used to, you know? When I first started there I thought it would be great, and it was, but I never – I never really got it. The family history.” She shakes her head. “Diaz wasn't even there then. And yet he was everywhere. ” She fixes Tommy with the same sharp, searching look he's used to seeing beside him in the air. “I don't think it's going to be good for you.”

I don't think Buck's going to be good for you, she doesn't say, but Tommy's been closeted longer than he's been out. He's learned to read between the lines. To know when to lean in. When to back away. When it's his lips or his mouth or his teeth or his fists he needs to be quick with.

Evan's aren't the first pair of pretty blue eyes he's ever seen go shocked and wet and desperate. And maybe Evan's ribcage is going to be far from the last he's felt still and shudder and expand under his hand. Maybe he's setting himself up for the inevitable fall of being first.

Maybe, in the most important ways, in the ways that matter, he isn't first at all.

But it's not his place to ask. And if he doesn't ask – well. He can't see that Eddie's ever going to tell.

And sometimes, hey. It's better to seek forgiveness than permission. Fake mouth static or no.

He pulls the twenty back from his pocket, and adds another on top. Just because he can. Because he wants.

Because he's a minute late, but damn. What a minute.

“Wanna bet?”

[savemefromanepicoftimewasted]

Once and Never More

Joel Miller X F!Reader

The air was crisp, windows rattling with the harsh winds that were blowing outside so violently. Ellie was asleep in her own bedroom, blankets wrapped around her body like a burrito. Joel was asleep, arm thrown over your waist as he dreamt peacefully. There would always be nights he’d wake up in a cold sweat, body shaking from the cold and horrors of his past. Tonight was different though, he wasn’t the one witnessing the horrors. a/n: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE LAST OF US PART TWO, mentions of death, torture, violence, gore, if I missed anything please let me know!

The air was crisp, windows rattling with the harsh winds that were blowing outside so violently. Ellie was asleep in her own bedroom, blankets wrapped around her body like a burrito. Joel was asleep, arm thrown over your waist as he dreamt peacefully. There would always be nights he’d wake up in a cold sweat, body shaking from the cold and horrors of his past. Tonight was different though, he wasn’t the one witnessing the horrors. 

You couldn’t scream loud enough, begging them not to hurt him anymore, pleading with the group. He was the only person you had left, everyone in your life was gone except for him. 

“Please, let him go, I’ll do anything you ask!” Your throat felt raw as each blow to his skull dug deeper and deeper.

The woman in front of you didn’t let up, she continued while you screamed. You weren’t sure how long this had been going on, had you been there for hours? Or was it mere minutes as she tore apart the love of your life.

“Please, I’m pregnant,” It had been a lie, but she paused for a moment, arms tending in the air as she turned back towards you.

Your nose was bleeding profusely, thanks to one of the men that held down. She walked over slowly, dragging the heavy golf club beside her. One of the men stopped her, pressing a hand against her shoulder.

“You’re better than that, you’re not here for him anyway,” She looked up at him, a scowl pulling down her face as she refused to turn back to Joel.

“He took everything from me, Owen, and I’m going to make sure there’s nothing left of him in this world,” Your eyes widened in terror, were they really going to kill you alongside him?

Owen grabbed her roughly, pulling her away before she could lift her arm high enough to swing the club down onto your head. 

“Abby! Stop!” He sounded furious, shoving her off towards the opposite side of the room.

Joel was barely moving, blood pooling beneath him as he took labored breaths. All you wanted in that moment was to crawl to him, to assure him everything would be perfectly fine. You weren’t sure why the men suddenly let you go, until your eyes locked on the other woman, Abby, walking over. Before you could utter a single word Joel’s head was cracked open, the light gone from his eyes. You began to thrash around, trying and failing to throw the two men off of your body. Joel was right there, why couldn’t you protect him the same way he’d done for you for so long?

Your body was thrashing on the bed, screams echoing inside the bedroom as Joel tried to hold you against his chest. He could feel you fighting to get free, screaming his name as if it was the only thing you were capable of.

“Darling wake up! I’m right here!” Joel shook your shoulders, grabbing your face as your eyes fluttered open, locking onto his own.

“Oh Joel,” You buried your head into his chest, tears dripping onto the cotton that covered the scars on his chest.

“I'm right here baby doll, I’m not going anywhere,” Joel knew in an instant which dream you were reliving, he’d feared he would die that day.

Joel had been on patrol, looking out for any infected or hunters that were lurking in the surrounding area of Jackson. There hadn’t been any signs of life, infected or otherwise in a few months, of course that didn’t mean they patrolled any less. Unfortunately that meant Joel wasn’t paying close enough attention to the infected that was barreling right towards him. His horse bucked him off, running back towards Jackson as Joel reached for his rifle.

There was a young woman fighting off infected on her own, nearly getting taken out until Joel helped her, pulling her to safety alongside Tommy. It was easy to block out the noise of the infected while the three ran to somewhere safer, breathing a sigh of relief once the young woman was with her own group. Tommy introduced himself first, going by Thomas instead of Tommy, it raised a red flag in Joel’s mind. He’d lied about who he was, hoping no one knew who he actually was.

One of the men knocked him down to his knees, grabbing for his rifle before he could even think about defending himself. Tommy threw his hands up, it was better to let them scavenge instead of risking your life. All of his personal belongings were still at the house with you, he’d pressed a kiss to your hair before heading out on patrol, smiling when you rolled over onto his side of the bed.

He wasn’t expecting you or Ellie to show up suddenly, Jessie following close behind as the three of you were tackled to the ground. Joel was pleading with himself that none of you put up a fight, they were clearly hunters and fighting was the last thing anyone needed to be doing. Ellie spit curses at each and every person, threatening to kill anyone who so much as touched a hair on your head. He’d recently gotten back into her good graces, and he wasn’t ready to lose all of that.

“They’re not the ones we want, we need to leave,” Owen, one of the men that had pinned you down, walked over to who Joel assumed was the leader.

She looked furious, storming off without so much as a glance at the group. Joel could sacrifice losing his rifle and ammo, but he couldn’t imagine losing Ellie, Tommy, or you.

“Better not cross paths again,” The air was tense as Joel waited for each and every person to leave.

Jesse was the first person to move, checking over both you and Ellie to make sure there were no injuries on the pair of you. Tommy moved slower, pushing up to his knees carefully as he watched Joel do the same.

“Joel!” You ran into his chest, throwing your arms around his waist as you clutched onto his coat, refusing to let go for even a brief moment.

“I’m alright baby, I’m still here,” Joel’s arms tightened around your body, keeping you flush to his chest.

“I dreamt they were killing you, and forcing me to watch,” Your lip quivered, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You know I’m not going anywhere,” Joel couldn’t stand to see you in pain, it broke his heart.

“What if they try and come back?” It had been a lingering fear in the back of your mind, one that never seemed to truly go away.

“We’ll be ready for it, I promise,” Joel pressed a kiss to your forehead, laying back down against the warm sheets.

It was a topic that you’d need to discuss more, but right now Joel was more worried about making sure that you felt safe. He was going to make sure that you felt safe no matter what.

[sapphire-weapon]

Do you have a favourite version of Leon, or a close second to RE4R? I really loved his design and and character depiction in Vendetta. He seemed a lot more fleshed out and was overall just really enjoyable to watch imo!

this is a super interesting question that I've never really thought about before.

I would probably say that I don't have a favorite version of Leon per se, so much as I appreciate it when installments actually follow the emotional throughline for his character.

every RE character has a problem of an inconsistent characterization, to a certain extent, because the writing teams at Division 1 change from installment to installment. the reason why RE2make to RE4make feels so coherent is because it was literally the exact same team both times, which almost never happens. in the OG canon, the writers for RE4 were not the same writers as Damnation, and those guys did not write RE6, etc.

the only version of Leon that I straight-up did not like was Degeneration, and I'm pretty sure the vast majority of the fandom agrees with me on that. and, I've been over this before -- I get it; I understand why Degeneration was such a shitshow. but that doesn't absolve it.

but like. I'm very critical of Damnation Leon, for example, because he's so fucking annoying in that movie, because Capcom went real hard swinging the pendulum in the opposite direction after Degeneration. Leon is literally the worst part of Damnation; he ruins every single scene he's in. if you were to remove him from that movie, the entire movie would be much better off for it and would probably be able to stand on its own as a genuinely good film. it would've done a wonderful service to Ada's character, too, because she's mostly fantastic in that film -- but Leon's presence drags her down, because it always does.

but even Damnation has moments of brilliance with him -- particularly, the very beginning and the very end. (the sarcastic nod he gives JD when he's tied to the chair is also probably one of my most favorite Leon reaction moments ever, too -- on par with his tantrum at Chris in Vendetta.) his anger and frustration at the US government is so on point and finally exposes just how little he trusts them and how stuck he feels. that was something that was missing from OG RE4 (for, again, understandable reasons), so it was really great to have that put out in the open and expressed.

same thing with RE6. there are moments in RE6 when Leon is absolutely insufferable and/or feels like a scene was crafted without the intention of even putting him in it, so he's just kind of there -- but there's some really brilliant moments with him. his reunion with Sherry will always be a stand-out moment for him, and the entire Tall Oaks section with him being The Professional(TM) to Helena's rookie is excellent, too, and shows real character progression from his own rookie days in RE2.

and Infinite Darkness -- holy shit, his characterization is all over the place in that series. it's like he's three different characters rolled up into one, and he just bounces wildly back and forth between who he's meant to be for any given scene. but that scene of him and Jason in that shitty apartment, sitting across from each other and talking about treason, and then Leon just hauls off and shoots him in the heart -- that is one of the single best scenes in the entire Resident Evil series, period. not only is Leon's character perfect in that scene, but everything about the visual storytelling there was on point to create the perfect amount of tension.

but now that I'm thinking about it -- you're right, in that Vendetta is probably the best example of consistently good characterization that he has. Vendetta doesn't stray or get distracted at any point when it comes to Leon's character, and it follows his emotional throughline perfectly. the only issue with Vendetta is that he's so steeped in his misery that he almost comes off as mean-spirited sometimes, when that's really not who he is.

[ragnarokhound]

2, 7, 8, & 29 for the fic writer ask game pls?

Sure!

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Oh gosh. There's so many good ones out there, and my favorite kind of trope use involves mashing a bunch of them together into a tasty stew - Only One Bed is a personal fave that I haven't really done yet lol, but OH. A groundhog day/timeloop fic. Gotta be one of my favorite kinds of character study/fix-it/whump all rolled into one. And the whole batfam in general are already the type of people to play events in their heads over and over trying to figure out what the Right thing would have been to do, how could they have been better...oh yeah. Highly effective psychological torture for them. Especially if there is no Right Answer to breaking the loop 8)

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“The elements connect us,” Helaine says as she lays his hand on the surface of the pool. The ice-cold water is always a shock to him at first, and he is careful not to break the surface tension. “The fire warms us; the earth sustains us; the water,” here, her hand joins his on the water’s surface, “flows through us. Feel the blood in your veins, the beat of your pulse in your ears. It is the water of your life, and it has seen all you have seen, and more besides. Much more.” She drags her hand back toward her body at the edge of the pool, and Feldar, sitting opposite, mirrors her. As their fingers drag across the water, the ripples that form spread and merge and create ripples of their own. The water wavers and changes, and Feldar hears it, like a steady drum of war— his own pulse in his ears. He feels it down his arm and in the tips of each finger where they sit on the water, and watches as Gallant’s hooves thunder down a distant road, one he had never seen before, dark under the canopies of ancient trees filled with the webs of spiders. Then Gallant’s hooves pound in the distance, and he sits up from the dirt of the road and sees the knight on the black horse with no device on his shiny steel shield, and a ridiculous straw hat on his head. He is so hungry, and he may be trod underfoot and left to die in the dust, but he has seen no one else on the road for two days, and he is so hungry.

This snippet is from "like the ashes of ash (i saw eyes in the heat)" which is the second in a four part fanfic series I did for Sorcerer's Son by Phyllis Eisenstein. I had to invent the fandom tag for this book series, so check that one off the Ao3 bucket list! :')

I really enjoyed coming up with a structure for how the Seer magic worked; in the book it was left pretty opaque (on purpose lol) and sometimes would have more to do with intuition than anything resembling 'magic', which seemed sensible to me.

I wanted to paste more of this passage in because I'm really proud of the way this scene builds on itself, but it would have been way too long lol - the next four or five paragraphs all start with variations on "Then Gallant's hooves [action]" to indicate a new piece of the past and the future that Feldar is seeing in the pool, and it ends with Helaine explaining how using water to scry changes what and how you see. (Helaine is always shown using water to scry with in the book; I thought it would be more appropriate for his character that Feldar would scry with fire :) hence the naming schema for the series!)

Also, I love indulging in a stream of consciousness writing style, and the ethereal, out-of-body feeling of this scene was the perfect opportunity to make use of it lol

I have a big ol' soft spot for my Sorcerer's Son fics lol - they are for a fantasy book series I'm pretty sure only a handful of people have read - it is...okay! The books are okay. :) I read the first one a year or two ago and fell in love with the protagonists best friend, Feldar Sepwin, who becomes apprenticed to a seer, and promptly adopted him. I wrote the series both as a character study of him, and as a way to give him the boyfriend he deserves ;O;

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

uh. okay, the dialogue i'm Most proud of is actually from a WIP rn, and at a very spoilery moment fjdslafjsal so I will talk about the next runner up instead lol:

“Catch.” Babs’ hand flashes out to snatch the pill bottle out of the air with a short rattle, reflexes still Batwoman-sharp.  It makes him angry in a low, burning sort of way, that constant thrum of rage at the Joker and everything he’s ever done flaring up with a vengeance. She still kicks ass, and she'd kill him if he ever implied otherwise, but— she shouldn’t be in that chair, just like how Jason shouldn’t have died. And the Joker shouldn’t be alive. But she is, and he did. And he still is.  She squints at the label on the bottle, then turns her chair to face Jason with a smirk. “You know I have my own allergy meds, right?” Jason shrugs. “Never hurts to be prepared.” Even as he says it, her attention zeroes in on the dog keeping stride with him, and she leans down to hold out the back of her hand for a sniff. “Hey, there,” she says, voice pitching up the way people do when they want babies and animals to like them. Barf. The dog darts up to her, tongue hanging out, and lets her pet it. Its whippy tail wags back and forth as it whuffs excitedly in short, ecstatic barks, and Jason watches incredulously. This is nothing like how his first meeting with the dog went. Where’s the growling and the bared teeth, huh? He makes a face. “He sure warmed up to you quick.” “Jealous?” She asks him, smug. He scoffs. “No.” Yes. “You have the thing?” He asks impatiently. She grins, and pauses scritching the dog behind the ears to snag a USB off her desk. “Catch.” He makes it disappear, grunting his thanks. “I’ll be back later. Have fun with your new BFF.” Babs laughs at him, but then she says, "Hey."  He stops where he'd been turning around, and the smile Babs shoots him is a little rye. "Thanks for doing all this. I know you have other shit going on that's important. I appreciate it." It settles his ruffled feathers a little, even if he won't admit it. He grunts. "Yeah, well. It's worth the blackmail material this’ll net me when the replacement's finally back. I'm gonna hold this over his head forever." She raises her eyebrows, amused. "He'll hate that." He grins toothily at her, a little mean. "That's what I'm counting on."  When he leaves, he goes out through the roof.

Sit, Stay, Speak was full of little agonies for me as I worked on it lol, and one of those little agonies was Barbara. She was involved largely so that Jason had a reason to be in Tim's apartment and then be made to stay, and as someone for him to bounce off when he needed to talk about what he'd found. She gave him another viewpoint on Tim that he needed to fully grasp the enormity of what he was seeing.

But all that being said, I have gotten most of my understanding of the characters via other people's fic. Turns out, reading primarily JayTim does not afford a lot of opportunities to get to know Babs! Who knew!! So she was a fun challenge.

I like this exchange a lot because it was my opportunity to think about how and why Jason and Babs would be friends. I'm a really big fan of that for them - in my mind, Babs is similar to Tim in that she's more willing to bend some of Batman's rules. She's willing to work with people on the Big Picture, and that includes Jason even when he's not "playing nice". I think they both have that acerbic wit to fall back on, which would make their dish sessions absolutely SAVAGE lmao

This whole fic was an accident in a lot of ways, but more so than anything else, my secondary treatise on Jason & Barbara's friendship was the biggest accident of all! I had no idea we'd get here, and while it's not very long, I think this scene is kind of a microcosm of that exploration.

(Also one of my absolute favorite dialogue/narrative jokes is a direct contradiction from the narration of something a character just says. "No." Yes. Comedy gold.)

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

OH MAN OKAY there are so many talented folks out there dsalfjaj some fics that I love I would never WANT to write a sequel/prequel for if only because they already said what needed to be said lol and I always feel strange about piggybacking off of another author's ideas fjdslajf

but oh boy, this one fic I came across a couple weeks ago - Caves & Tunnels by Skalidra.

This fic is so delightful to me; just the rich magical world they imply with Jason and the tunnels under Gotham and Alfred and Bruce and the manor...there's a lot of unexplained supernatural elements, and it's never really touched on whether Bruce performs a similar role to Batman or not. Also Tim and Jason haven't kissed by the end of the story and I'm a romantic who yearns

So I think if I were to write something in this verse, it would be a sequel, and it would explore the beginning of Tim and Jason's relationship alongside Tim's first forays into the world of knowing about the supernatural. Skalidra gets away with a lot of scant explanations due to the nature of ending this fic right at the revelation point, haha - so it would be a lot of work! But it would be So Good OwO

Thanks for the questions! <33

[beomiracles]

「 PRETTY PRINCESS 」 part VII ─ do you even know how to dance?

SYNOPSIS taking a wrong turn in the 4th dimension Beomgyu finds himself two centuries behind his own with no way back, though meeting a pretty princess like you, does not seem so wrong.

pairings timetraveler beomgyuxprincess female!reader warnings noneeee :3

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Dinner with your father had always been a rare occurrence. Dinner with your father and Beomgyu, might’ve just been an even rarer one. The sound of silverware dragging across  plates echo through the empty dining hall. 

Your father is far too engrossed in his meal to pay neither you or Beomgyu much attention. Sat on his right, you glance up towards Beomgyu who sits opposite you on your father’s left. He seems just as unsure as you about the situation at hand. 

You and your father had practically become strangers due to the time he spent away. Your ladies in waiting had done the major part in raising you and the king would communicate with you through the multiple council members he had. 

Your relationship with your father had never felt personal, more so like a chore. 

Finally seeming to notice the lack in conversation, your father sets his fork down as he looks between you and Beomgyu. “Well, what seems to be the matter?”, he questions and you look at him. “There is no matter at all, father”. 

The king frowns, “I return home upon receiving news that my daughter is missing”, he glances toward Beomgyu, “to find that she has been safely returned home, by a prince at that”. “And you tell me it is no matter?”. 

You give your father an apologetic look, “I apologize for worrying you, for I did not intend to cut your trip short”. Your father shakes his head, “nonsense, a trip as such can be done over again, my daughter, cannot”. 

He takes one of your hands in his both, “you are the future of this kingdom, your safety and health comes above all and everything else”. 

Of course that was what it was all about, the kingdom. You desperately wished he would see you as his own daughter, rather than another piece in his play. 

“I am quite aware, father”. You retract your hand from his grip, “I suppose you should be ever grateful for Mr Choi who brought me home safely”. You glance at Beomgyu and the king does too. 

“Young man, you have done me a great deed”, he says and Beomgyu gives him a small nod. “I am forever indebted to you for bringing my daughter back to me, should you ever need anything I will be at your service”. 

You watch as Beomgyu’s eyes widen and he blinks a couple of times before responding, “I, uh, that is very thoughtful of you indeed, but I assure you…” 

“Nonsense”, the king interrupts as he calls over a servant to pour him some more wine, “anything you want you shall have, it is the least I can do to repay you”. He takes a swig of his glass before setting it down. 

“Now tell me, are you courting my daughter?”. 

You almost choke on your food as you place your fork down, “father! I beg of you not to bring up such matters”. The king hears none of it as he dismisses you with a wave. Beomgyu however doesn’t seem faced by the question. 

“I certainly would not be opposed to doing so”, he says as he takes a sip of his wine. Over the glass his eyes meet yours. Your father seems pleased with his answer, “I hear you come from a wealthy family”, Beomgyu nods, “indeed I do”. 

“And you are to take over the throne?” the king asks to which Beomgyu shakes his head. He sets his glass down, “I have an older brother next in line”, he says, before quickly adding, “though I am educated on the same royal matters as him”. 

Your father hums in approval, “my daughter will need to marry in order to succeed me”, he then explains without sparing you a glance. “Should you court my daughter, I deem you an excellent fit, and you shall have my approval”. 

Your fork makes a screeching sound against the plate as you look at your father in surprise. He had been back less than a day and was already trying to marry you off. You give Beomgyu an apologetic look as you cough into your hand. He, on the other hand, only seems amused. 

“I insist that you take place at the banquet tomorrow evening”, your father says as he gets up from his chair. “It would please me greatly”, Beomgyu grins. 

The two of you walk toward the chambers in silence. The sounds of your footsteps echo through the large halls. “I must apologize for my father’s behavior, it was most uncalled for had I known he would…”, you trail off. 

“Well I certainly would have warned you beforehand, I deeply apologize”, you say as you fiddle with the jewelry on your arms. Beomgyu chuckles beside you, “I’m quite used”, he comments and you frown. 

“What do you mean?”. Beomgyu grins, “you’re too alike”, he shrugs. “M-me and my…father?”, you question in disbelief as he nods, “both so straightforward”. 

Straightforward? “Just because I voice my thoughts does not mean that I am…straightforward, I am just…upfront”, you mutter. “Ain’t that the same thing?” Beomgyu asks and you groan. “No it is not”. 

“Pretty sure it is”. You shake your head, “not”. 

Beomgyu grins, “alright keep tellin’ yourself that”. Silence falls over you once more. You and your father were nothing alike, you had made sure of that years ago. You would not turn out like him in any way. 

Then there was the part about the courting. You frown, what had he meant by all of that? Perhaps he had only said what he did to satisfy your father’s curiosity. And while it had indeed, it had only spiked your own. 

“Princess, I can practically hear your brain working”, Beomgyu’s voice snaps you straight from your thoughts. You glance at him only to find him already looking at you as he walks. One of his eyebrows raised he asks, “well?”

“You said you wouldn’t be opposed to courting me, did you really mean that?”, you blurt out before you’re able to stop yourself. Beomgyu smirks, “what if I did?”. His words cause your frown to deepen, “so you’re saying you did not?”. 

“I’m sayin’, what if I did?”. You shake your head, “so you did not”. Beomgyu lets out a sigh next to you as he stops walking, you do the same as you turn to look at him. “For someone as quick witted as yourself, you really are quite oblivious, princess”. 

“I am not”, you retort, “it’s just…”, you struggle for words. You did not know what it was about Beomgyu that made him so hard for you to read. He said one thing but sometimes you were sure he meant something completely different. 

“You’re…”, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth before letting it go again, “you’re so different from anyone I’ve ever met, I can’t seem to figure you out and it…it bothers me”, you admit with a heavy sigh. 

Beomgyu takes a step toward you as he leans closer, tilting his head down ever so slightly, “then stop trying to figure me out”. His sudden proximity makes all muscles in your body tense as your gaze gets stuck on his. 

“How?” your voice is barely above a whisper. One of Beomgyu’s fingers trace the soft outline of your face, pushing away the strands of hair that fall in front of your eyes. “You’re stuck here”, his index finger lightly presses against your forehead, “when you need to be here”, his finger moves to stop just above the rhythmic thumping of your heart. 

Your wide eyes follow the movements of his hand before glancing up toward him again. His expression is unlike anything you’ve ever seen on him. Soft dark eyes stare right back at yours as he smiles a genuine smile, none of his teasing evident. 

“You’re saying I should think with my heart?”, you whisper and Beomgyu shakes his head. “Don’t think at all”, he says as his hand falls to his side again, “just do”. 

Just do? Was that what he did? It would explain his otherwise inexplicable behavior. To do what your heart told you was never something you had considered. It had never been an option. You had learned from a young age that putting your feelings aside was crucial if you wanted to succeed in your duties. 

You knew that there was no point in allowing your heart to have desires only for them to be crushed again. Your life had been planned for you, before you had even been born. So the thought of something else, something different, had never crossed your mind. 

But Beomgyu made it feel like maybe, maybe it was possible. Beomgyu had made your heart feel things for the first time. Things you had been afraid to feel. Yet you never felt afraid when you were with him. You felt as if… 

“Everything’s gonna be alright”, he says as his lips twitch into one of his grins. “You worry too much, princess”. You look down to the floor, “perhaps…”, you mumble. “And you worry too little,” you add as you raise an eyebrow toward him. Beomgyu’s grin grows, “perhaps”. 

You begin walking again, “the banquet”, you say as you keep your gaze ahead. “Will you attend?”. “Do you want me to?” he asks and you can hear the mischievous edge in his voice. “Yes”. 

In the corner of your eye you see Beomgyu’s lip twitch into a smirk, “then I shall”. You can’t help but smile before a slight frown crosses your features, “do you even know how to dance?”

“Rhythm is essential”, you say as you push your hair out of your face. “That’ll be no problem”, Beomgyu smirks. You refrain from asking exactly what he meant by that. 

The small sofa and table had been pushed aside as you made room for the two of you in your bedchamber. It wasn’t optimal but it would have to make do. 

“Your left hand goes here”, you guide his hand to rest on your waist as you place your right on his shoulder. “Like this?”, he asks as he pulls you against his chest. “Ah, not quite”, you mumble as you feel blood rushing to your cheeks. 

Clearing your throat, you take a small step back. “There are six movements you need to know”, you explain as you intervene your hand with his. “Typically the man leads the dance, but since this is your first time I will lead and you follow along”. Beomgyu smirks, “you got it, princess”. 

“Alright…just mirror what I do”. As you begin to slowly move, Beomgyu follows along with more ease than you had expected. When your feet move forward his move back, when you move to the side so does he. His movements are light and flowy, had he really not done this before? 

“So, what’s your verdict?”, he asks as the two of you move in small circles across your chamber. You glance to him before quickly averting your gaze, afraid that allowing yourself that type of distraction might make you mess up. “You’re a surprisingly good dancer”, you mumble and Beomgyu smirks. “I happen to have a surprisingly good teacher”. 

You roll your eyes, “you flatter me”. You watch as the smirk on his face almost doubles in size, “I like to take my chances”. 

“Why don’t you try leading then?”, your movements come to a stop as you reposition yourself. Beomgyu does the same, “watch and learn, princess”, he says as he begins moving again, pulling you along. 

Surprised at how smoothly he moves and with so much confidence, you can’t help but gaze at him in awe. “Where did you learn to dance like this?”, you mumble half-jokingly and Beomgyu smiles. 

Suddenly his grip on your waist falters as he spins you around. Taken aback by his sudden movements you stumble on your own feet, only for Beomgyu’s hand to be back on your waist as he catches you. 

He grins as he looks down to meet your gaze, “you alright there, princess?”. Your face might as well just be on fire when you choke out a meek reply. “I…uh, I’m okay”. Beomgyu pulls you to stand on both feet before continuing to circle you around your chamber. 

“There will be a lot of ladies for you to dance with tomorrow evening”, you mumble as Beomgyu spins you around once more, this time your steps do not falter. He frowns, “thought I learnt this so that I could dance with you”. 

He wanted to dance with you? Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you try and prevent the smile threatening to creep up on your face. “Of course you will dance with me but…perhaps you would maybe like to dance with one of the other ladies as well”, your voice is somewhat bittersweet at the thought. 

“Our kingdom has many fine ladies”, you add as you try and coax your voice into that of a kind one. Beomgyu is silent for a moment before he replies, “why dance if I can’t dance with the princess?”. 

You’re almost certain that he can make out the prominent blush on your cheeks. “Then…then we shall dance”, you mumble shyly and Beomgyu’s grip on your waist tightens, “perfect”. 

The banquet came around sooner than you had anticipated. But for once you were filled with excitement rather than dread. What would usually end up in plain conversation and getting your toes stabbed by your many partners, would today be, Beomgyu, just Beomgyu. 

You knew that it was getting rather concerning how infatuated with him you had become. For tonight though, you were willing to put it aside. You wanted to enjoy this evening, to the fullest. 

Your ladies in waiting spend the majority of the afternoon getting you ready. They much as you seem especially excited for tonight. You supposed it had to do with the fact that the king would be attending as well. 

Since your mother’s passing many, if not all, of the kingdom’s ladies had their eye on the king. You could hardly share their keen interest in your father but it was impossible for their excitement not to rub off on you. 

At last, you had settled on a light pink gown. It had been complemented with lots of pearly jewelry as well as a neat bow tied into your hair. “Her highness looks beautiful”, one of your ladies comments and the others are quick to agree. 

“Are you to dance with the young prince who saved you?” another asks and the rest lean closer in sheer curiosity. Word of Beomgyu had spread like wildfire through the palace. What was it that he had called it…a celeb…celebrity…, he had referred to himself as something like that. 

You’re unable to hide the smile on your face as you nod, “I am hoping to dance with him yes”, you admit and your ladies in waiting giggle in excitement. 

Seated by your father, you glance out amongst the ballroom as it slowly fills with people. Your eyes scan for Beomgyu but you cannot seem to find him. Impatiently tapping on the armrest to your chair, you frown. 

“Looking for someone?”, your father inquired next to you. “Hardly”, you say as you lean back against your chair. Your eyes continue their search for their target, so busy that they fail to notice the approaching figure until it is right in front of you. 

“Her highness!”, Mr Fitz bows in front of you and you grimace. “Mr Fitz…what do I owe the pleasure”. The older man gives a sly smile, “why I of course come to ask for her highness’s first dance of the evening”. He extends a hand, you cast a pleading look to your father, but the king pays no mind as he gazes ahead. 

Swallowing a sigh of defeat you take his hand as you allow him to guide you to the dance floor. “Ah, I have much to tell her highness about my most recent adventures”, he says as he pushes his way through the crowd, earning himself a couple of side glances. 

“I’m sure her highness will be much intrigued to hear about…”, though he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before a tall figure cuts in front of him. 

“Princess, I am aware of my late appearance but you do not need to be so quick to replace me”, Beomgyu grins as he takes your hand in his. 

Mr Fitz's voice carries out from somewhere behind Beomgyu but you do not care to listen. All you see is Beomgyu, and he is right in front of you, and he looks so…beautiful. You smile, “well you kept me waiting”. 

“My apologies”, Beomgyu takes a step back, making sure to push Mr Fitz in the process. “Oh my, you ought to watch where you stand”, Beomgyu grins, “the dance floor is for dancing after all”. 

Mr Fitz’s face has turned the color of a tomato. “Have you absolutely no manners?”, he exclaims as he pulls at the collar of his dress robe. Beomgyu raises an eyebrow, “not really”, he gives Mr Fitz a smile, “though I thank you for bringing her to me, I had such trouble finding her”. 

“Ah besides, I’m sure you know the saying, finders keepers”, Beomgyu smirks as he pulls you closer. You resist a giggle as Mr Fitz gives Beomgyu a glare, he however bows to you before taking his leave, “we shall continue later your highness”. 

“She won’t have time later”, Beomgyu says, not sparing the older man a glance. Mr Fitz might’ve just exploded on the spot. Thankfully he walks off before Beomgyu has the chance to do more damage to his ego. 

“What an annoying little thing”, he comments as he pulls you along on the dance floor. “If only you knew”, you sigh. “What took you so long?”, you wonder as he spins you around. Beomgyu smirks as he pulls you toward him again, “one cannot rush perfection”. 

You scoff, yet you couldn’t deny that he looked absolutely breathtaking tonight. His dark hair fell beautifully around his face, framing his sharp and delicate features. His white dress shirt looked much like the other gentlemen’s yet he stuck out like a diamond in the rocks to you. 

“You suit pink well, princess”, he mumbles as his gaze wanders over you. Biting your bottom lip you glance down, “it happens to be my favorite color”. Beomgyu grins, “I’ll keep that in mind”. 

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips. “That reminds me…”, your gaze meets his, “you never told me yours”. Beomgyu looks at you thoughtfully for a moment, “don’t think I have one”, he admits and you frown. “How can you not have a favorite color?”. 

He shrugs, “does one need a favorite color?”, you nod, “most definitely”. Beomgyu chuckles as the two of you continue to dance in silence. “I suppose purple is nice”, he says, a slight frown etched onto his face. “I like purple”, you whisper, “it’s my second favorite color”. 

Beomgyu raises an eyebrow, “you got a third one?”. “Blue”. He grins, “of course you do”. 

As the evening progresses you dance almost all your dances with Beomgyu. Your conversation ranged from various topics and that night you learned a lot about him. It was almost midnight when the two of you decided to leave the ballroom to venture through the large castle gardens, which Beomgyu had yet to see. 

The soft patter of footsteps against the graveled path echo through the night air. You thought the gardens looked absolutely beautiful at night, only illuminated by the soft moonlight. 

Beomgyu walks close to you, his warmth emitting off of him and onto you. “If you could do anything, what would you do?”, you ask as you keep your gaze on the path ahead. Beomgyu is silent for a moment before he asks, “anything?”. You nod, “anything”. 

“I’d probably be doing what I love”, he states. You turn to him, “then what exactly is it that you love doing?” 

Beomgyu grins, “music”. You frown, “really?” You hadn’t known he liked music, let alone so much that he would only do it if he could. 

“Though our music is different from yours”, he says as he gives you a playful glance. “How so?” you ask, curiosity heightened. He thinks for a moment, as if figuring out how to explain himself, “it contains a lot more instruments, and singing”. 

You tilt your head as you look at him, “do you sing?”. Beomgyu nods as he bites the inside of his cheek, “sorta”. Your eyes widen in awe, “you must sing to me sometime”, you plead and Beomgyu grins. “If that’s what you want, princess”. 

The two of you walk on for another couple of minutes in a comfortable silence. “What about you?” Beomgyu suddenly asks. You look at him in confusion, “what about me?”. “If you could do anything, what would you do?” 

You bite your lip as you consider your answer. It wasn’t really something you thought about a lot. You had never had the opportunity of doing whatever you wanted therefore you had no idea what you would actually want to do should you have such freedom. Perhaps that is what you wanted. Freedom.

“I think…”, you begin, nipping off a flower, you trace the soft petals with your fingers, “I think I would like to be someone else, if I could”. Beomgyu turns to look at you with a frown as the two of you continue on walking. “Why?”, he asks and you shrug. 

“It would be nice, to be anyone but me”, you pick one of the petals off as you let it fall to the ground. “I know it does sound silly but…I don’t like being me”. Beomgyu stops walking as he turns to fully look at you. “I don’t think it sounds silly”, his words are sincere and his gaze soft as he studies your face. 

You offer him a small smile, “no?”. He shakes his head, “no”. 

He takes a step forward, “though, I don’t want you to be someone else”. You frown as you glance up at him, “I don’t understand”, you mumble. Beomgyu grins as his finger brushes a strand of hair out of your face. 

“I’m sayin’ I like you for you”, he says. And he says it so casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the universe. “If you were someone else then, who would be my princess?” Your mouth parts in surprise as you look at him, “you like me?”, you whisper. 

Beomgyu smiles, “yeah? thought I just stated that”. You blink once, then twice, disbelief evident on your face. “I…” 

His fingers graze your jaw and he tilts his head forward, so close that your noses almost touch. “Why? you don’t believe me?”, he whispers and your breath gets stuck in your throat. “I’ll show you”, he murmurs and before you know it his soft lips are on yours. 

You had dreamt about your first kiss for as long as you could remember. Having read plenty of romance novels and reenacted the scenario so many times that you were sure that you would be prepared for when it actually came. But when it did, it was nothing like you had imagined. 

Beomgyu’s lips fit so perfectly onto your own. They felt like soft feathers, they tasted sweet and they were right. You barely register the way his hand moves from your chin to your hair, how his other one finds its way to your waist. 

When he pulls you closer your hands move instinctively to wrap around his neck, your flower falls to the ground, long forgotten about. You never wanted this moment to end yet all you wanted was to open your eyes and be met by his own. Was this what it meant to like someone, if so you were sure that you loved Beomgyu. 

Finally he pulls his lips from yours and you blink up at him. A faint smile plays on his lips and in that moment, he is all that matters. 

“I think…I think I like you too”. 

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[writinggremlin]

This is late, but better late than never ig!

A character in this story, Victor, is not my character. There are also mentions of a man named August, who is also not mine. Both belong to a friend of mine who goes by living._.disaster (they don't have a tumblr. Fucking mood of a username though). And yes, that friend did approve of this being posted on here.

(I'm new to this and have no idea how to label stuff for content/trigger warnings. If I missed anything, please do let me know!)

Cw: Recapture, mentioned violence, past trauma, *death mention, alcohol mention

* (No details, just a passing mention. Falls under past trauma.)

Alright! With that all said and done, I would like wish you all a belated...

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Happy Holidays!

"From, August ^-^☆"

Is what the card on top of the present found at the doorstep had read. Kage couldn't help but to stare in shock. For a moment, he thought that maybe this was from a different August he knew. But... no, that guy didn't really seem like the type to add cutesy details to the end of his signature, which usually didn't look as flourished either. There was no other explanation; it had to be her.

Kage brought the neatly wrapped package inside, setting it on the coffee table as he sat down on the couch. He then looked at the card again. Out of everyone he could've possibly received a surprise gift from, August was probably the least expected on that list.

How did she even find out where he lived? He hadn't spoken to her in-- ...well, it had to be at least 3 years now. They used to be such good friends, why did they ever stop talking in the first place? If only she would've left her number or some way to contact her; he would've loved to catch up!

Well, maybe he'll run into her sometime and they can catch up then. Hopefully. But for now, there was a present to open.

Kage carefully tore off the wrapping paper, revealing a gift box. Inside was an assortment of grungy pins and decorative chains. There was also one dull, but epic looking dagger. All of it was nestled neatly on top of a mostly black, crochet scarf, which had outlines of feathers stitched in grey. It smelled like he remembered her smelling like, but also like something else that he couldn't quite place...

A knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts. He went to answer it, and blinked in surprise at who he saw. A familiar looking woman, with brown hair that fell just short of her shoulders, was standing on the other side. She always had a youthful glow about her, and today was no different.

"August?"

August gasped and grinned excitedly, "Kage! Hi!!"

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(Meanwhile...)

Onyx yawned as they shuffled into their room, freshly brewed coffee in hand. They probably shouldn't have been drinking so much at that little celebration thing last night. This migraine was very much the opposite of fun.

They were making their way over to their desk to search for a wild bottle of Tylenol, when they spotted a neatly wrapped gift. Reaching for the card placed on top, they opened it and read what was inside.

"Happy holidays! From, Lily ^-^☆"

Onyx's face paled a little, their eyes widening as they dragged their gaze back down to the present. It wasn't the unknown of whatever might've been hiding behind that thin layer of paper that bothered them. No, it was the fact that it was on their desk. She had been in here, despite having no keys and a whole security system to bypass. And the worst part was, if it weren't for the surprise she left behind, they wouldn't have even known.

How many times has she done this before? Has she even done this before? Did she find out about anything she wasn't supposed to?

Did she know about the secret rooms they built?

Did she know about the others living here?

Was she already planning to take them back??

A door shut, and Onyx was startled out of their thoughts, spilling some of their coffee onto the carpet.

"Sorry... didn't mean to scare you." That was a tired, familiar voice. Their boyfriend. Victor.

With a relieved sigh, Onyx set down the mug and card, and went up to him. "It's alright! You are fine!" They laced those words with laughter, and pulled him into a hug. As they wrapped their arms around him, they nuzzled into his shoulder, and took a moment to soak in his scent. They felt their shoulders drop as he played with their hair, and placed a kiss on their temple.

"You alright?"

Onyx pulled away just enough to look up at Victor, and noticed that he was looking a little concerned. They smiled reassuringly in response, "Mhm, yep! I am alright. You just startled me is all."

Victor nodded, and they smiled, relieved that they wouldn't have to explain themself further. Then, he nodded towards the present, "Who's that from?"

"Hm?" Onyx glanced back, then smiled again, "Oh, that is from a friend. Runa or Eon must have let them in last night while we were out." He nodded, accepting their story again. They continued, "Anyway, I should probably clean up before trying to open it. I will be right back!"

As Onyx pulled away and left the room, they felt a fire start to burn in their chest. There was no way of knowing if Lily knew about Victor or Runa, or if she had any plans to take anyone back-- let alone what those plans would even be. But, fuck, they'll be damned if they let her lay even just one single finger on them.

It was one thing for Lily to hurt Onyx. She can terrorize them. She can beat them. Subject them to horrible experiments and surgeries that left them scarred both physically, and mentally. Control every aspect of their life, make them hurt others for her, hell-- she can fucking kill them again and they couldn't care less!!

But she was NOT going to be doing any of that to Victor. Runa was NOT going to be going through any of that ever again.

Onyx was going to protect those two, and the others, no matter what the cost was.

They were going to make sure of that.

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YIPPEEEE!! Thank you for reading! This is my first completed story to make it to Tumblr dot com hoorayyyy!!!

I am absolutely braindead now tho lmfaoooo.

More coming soon tho! Maybe! Hopefully!

[mackenzielovee]

such a brat: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

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"What about pink?"

"Salmon, baby, and no," Rafe groans.

He has decided that allowing you to come shopping with him has been a grave mistake. Although he had promised that you could pick out some shirts for him, since he so kindly ruined the white one you love so much, he's starting to get frustrated.

"Fine," you grumble, running your hands over the different options. Rafe's too busy holding onto the five others you've decided on for him to pay any more mind to what you're looking at.

"Look at this one!" you hold up a pastel purple, "Oh, Rafe, this would look so good on you."

"I think we have enough here," he holds up the stack in his hand as proof.

"With the amount of golf you play, you can never have enough," you tell him.

He groans and steps over to you, observing the color. He actually likes it, but he's afraid to tell you because he knows you'll get extremely overexcited and then make him buy four of them.

"Do they have my size?" he asks, trying not to sound too invested.

"Right here," you hold it up.

"Fine, add it to the stack," he rolls his eyes.

"Can you not act like this is extremely painful for you? I know you like what I've picked out, otherwise you'd never hold onto them."

Rafe laughs at the way you can see straight through him, then wraps his free hand around your waist and pulls you to him. Laying a quick kiss on your temple, you melt and smile.

"You're right, I'm sorry. These are going to be my favorite ones to wear because you picked them out for me," he whispers against your skin.

"Aw, look at you, Tin Man. You do have a heart in there!" you tease, poking at his chest just to get under his skin.

"All right, we're done," he grabs ahold of your hand, dragging you toward the front of the store to check out.

"I'm just teasing," you grumble, feeling like a little kid the way he's pulling you.

"We need to get out of here before you max out my black card," he mutters.

"Oh, black card. Excuse me, Kook Prince," you laugh incredulously.

He spins around suddenly, causing you to walk into his chest. His grip tightens around your hand as he stares down at you with a raised eyebrow, like he's daring you to continue.

"I'm not sure where this little attitude of yours came from, but I have to tell you, baby, I'm not a huge fan," he breathes.

Judging by the way he's looking at you, you certainly think the opposite. You're getting him worked up, you can tell. You just smirk, wanting to see how far you can take this.

"Jeez, I'm so sorry, handsome. Is there anything I can do-" you stand on your tip-toes and hold your lips about one inch from his, "-to make it up to you?"

"Fuck," he backs away from you, shaking his head, "You really always have to play. We're in public."

You smile triumphantly as he starts toward the front again, practically throwing the shirts at the cashier. He starts asking Rafe questions, if he found everything okay, to which Rafe just mumbles out a halfhearted 'yes'.

You, however, are really ready to mess with him. Pulling your hand from his grip, you start trailing your pointer finger up and down the side of his torso. When you reach his belt loop, you tuck your finger in it and pull lightly.

"Stop," Rafe grunts at you, not bothering to look over.

You frown, then look over to the cashier, who is refolding the pastel purple shirt to bag it up.

"Don't you think that will look great on him?" you ask the cashier, "He has these gorgeous blue eyes-"

"Don't talk to him," Rafe swats your hand off the counter, "Sorry. She's in a mood today."

"They're all good selections, Mr. Cameron," the cashier says politely.

"Thank you!" you say, throwing your hands up at Rafe as if to say you told him so. Rafe just shakes his head, swearing under his breath.

"You're all set. Have a great day, Mr. Cameron."

Rafe nods his head, tucking his wallet back in his pants and then taking the bag from him. You smile and wave to the cashier as Rafe takes ahold of you again, tugging you toward the exit.

"Baby," he groans the second you two walk back out into the North Carolina humidity, "You cannot try to get me all riled up like that when we're in public. You know it doesn't take much from you to get me...you know."

You giggle, looking up and seeing his pink cheeks.

"Sorry, Mr. Cameron," you grin. He just shakes his head at you once again, muttering under his breath about how you're 'such a brat'.

He loosens his grip on your hand but doesn't let go, not until he puts you into the truck. He climbs into the driver's side and then opens up the bag, inspecting his purchases more closely.

"You really like them?" you ask him.

He looks from the shirts up to you, leaning over and wrapping his large hand around your throat to pull you close to him. He lays a couple quick kisses on your lips, then smiles.

"I love them," he gushes, "I'll be sure to tell the boys at the course that my girlfriend picked them out for me."

You laugh loudly, "You're not really going to tell them that."

It's a statement, only because you know him so well. He chuckles, shoving the shirts back into the bag.

"Probably not," he agrees, "I'd get my ass kicked before we even step out onto the course."

You laugh, leaning over to kiss him one more time. Normally, he'd just give you your kisses and then let you sit back, but he's frustrated with all the teasing you did in the shop. He deepens your kiss and lets his hands roam your body the best he can in your current position, trying his best to get you turned on with the options he has.

"Are we about to have sex in your truck for the third time this week?" you snicker against his lips as his fingers fiddle with the button on your jeans.

"Hmm," he hums, sliding his fingers into your jeans and underwear.

He grazes your core with his fingers, waiting for his perfect moment. You moan against his lips, trying to move around so he'll take your hint. When he doesn't, you speak.

"Please," you whimper.

He wants to give in, he really does, just based on that one word alone. But, he knows he has to be stronger than that. He kisses you one more time, then extracts himself completely from your body and starts the truck up.

"Rafe," you speak, looking at him as if to ask 'what the fuck?'.

"Buckle up, baby, I don't want you getting hurt," he smirks.

"Are you serious?" you grumble, throwing your head back against the seat.

You huff and puff as you button your jeans up again, Rafe making it clear he had just been teasing you. You cross your arms over your chest like a teenager mad at her parent and huff once more.

"Come on," Rafe laughs, reaching over to uncross your arms.

"That was mean," you pout.

"I'll make it up to you at the house," he promises, setting his hand on your thigh like he always does.

"So..." you trail off, watching the dirty smirk appear on his face.

"Yes," he nods.

"A fashion show modeling your new shirts?" you gasp.

"Hell no."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please, handsome."

"Baby."

"Please?"

"Fine."

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[paulsonsratched]

Purple meets black

(W.V. x Reader)

Pt 2: the dress

When I finally made my way back into my room I collapsed on my bed. I felt completely exhausted even though I know I haven't even done something. My mind was racing and all I could think about was the intense stare of the leader of our outpost. I felt like her stare is still on me and the most confusing thing about it is that I did not mind it at all. She did not scare me at all but gave me a shower of relaxation washing all over me. Her facial expression was stern, for sure, but her eyes held a secret that I was desperate to discover.

She has that kind of eyes that were so deep you thought you would get lost in them if you just watched them a second too long.

I looked opposite the bed where another big clock decorated the wall. How many fucking clocks do they have here? I thought to myself when I realized the time it was showing. Shit! Just 15 minutes left till dinner. I got up quick and opened my wardrobe. Ms. Mead said we should wear our best dresses but to be honest I never liked the big tulle and all this fabric dragging on my body like it tried to rip me apart.

I let my hand travel through the endless mountain of the probably most glamorous and big dresses I ever saw.

They did not have enough money for real food but could afford thousands of wooden clocks plus thousands of pompous suits and dresses. I would never understand this outpost.

As I continued going through the dresses my gaze suddenly stopped as I spotted a dress I never have seen before.

It was different than the other ones.

I took it out and put it on looking at myself in the mirror.

The fabric was light almost like a small wind that brushed over my exposed skin. Compared to all the other dresses which always touched the floor this one barely goes over my knees and also the shade was different. It still was a shade of lilac but not at all the strong purple we always used to wear. Some of my cleavage was exposed due to the off shoulder.

I continued to look at myself and the first time in forever I felt comfortable in my clothes, almost pretty.

Ms. Mead said we should wear our best dresses and that definitely was the one. As I glanced at the clock again a small gasp left my mouth. Three minutes left.

I barged out my door practically running to the big door down the hallway before opening it much more rapidly than I intended to.

Of course I caused a scene so all eyes were laid on me. Everyone was sat at the table and Ms Venables stern impression found mine. One second later she began to travel over my body. Her mouth opened slightly as she looked me up and down till her gaze fixed on my eyes again. Everyone looked in shock and soon they would bring their attention onto the empty wooden table not daring to look at what would happen next. Ms. Venable got up from her chair making her way slowly towards me, her gaze never left mine.

The sound of her cane echoed through the big hall and now I understood what the other feared about her so much. Her face turned from stern into a disgusted impression as she eyed me up and down again still walking towards me.

"I'm sorry for barging in like this Ms. Venable but I didn't wanted to be to late and-"

she raised her hand now standing dangerously close infront of me, gesturing me to shut my mouth.

"Where did you got that dress from?" She said, voice cold as her eyes fixed on mine.

"It...I found it in...I'm sorry is something wrong with it."

She tapped her cane aggressively on the floor, getting even nearer to me. "Where did you got that fucking dress from?" This time she raised her voice what made me flinch slightly. "It was in my closet Ms. Venable." I truthfully answered while my eyes dropped onto the floor, unable to hold the eye contact.

I thought I would get my first punishment now even though I didn't quite understand what I did wrong but I was expecting nothing good out of my current situation. I felt Ms. Venables hot breathe leaving my skin which made me look up again since it signaled she slightly stepped away from me.

I looked into her eyes again and this time I saw some kind of emotion in her eyes. I couldn't tell what it was but it looked like if she was...hurt.

Without any further explanation of her sudden outburst she dropped her gaze from me and walked past me out of the room not once turning back.

I made my way to the table, sitting down till I felt the others staring at me. I looked at Coco questioning but as soon as my eyes met hers she looked down on the table again. The entire room stayed silent through the entire dinner and the chair on the opposite side of me stayed empty.

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hiii hope your having an amazing day :) do you make headcanons? if you do and if you don't mind can i request headcanons for Izuku, Bakugo, and Denki about being in a secret relationship (i really love your stories about characters being in a secret relationship) and them accidentally outing their relationship because something happened (you can choose what happened) thank you so much!! also if you dont do headcanons you can choose one from the three on the imagine ❤️ I'm sorry if this is confusing 😅

“Secret Relationships,” Midoriya, Bakugou and Denki headcanon

YES IM GLAD YOU REQUESTED THIS UGH, I gotta do my sweet baby Bakugou first🥺

Summary: having a secret relationship with one of the guys and it’s get leaked.

Each section would probably be a little short, I apologize in advance🥺

Warnings: none!

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Bakugou:

The relationship between you and Bakugou was always strange but once the students had to move on campus in the dorms, it turned into a whole different story.

The secret meetups late at night in his room, turned into nothing more than a secret relationship. The way your sleep schedule was beyond screwed up from being up late in his room and having to wake up early to go back to your room before anyone noticed.

It had been going on for months so by now you were used to the secrets and sneaking around along with barely having any sleep the next day while in class.

The more the relationship progressed, the more Bakugou would steal quick glances at you and even when you were in the kitchen with the other students, he would purposely slide behind you and touching your back in the process.

One day in particular, the class had decided to have a game night and he wasn’t too thrilled about joining in. He had tried to convince you to come back to his room but you had told him it would make things obvious if only the two of you were absent.

He huffed, at this point he didn’t really care about the class nor their opinions on anything. He was a ball of fire afterall so when he saw you sitting with the class as they gathered up board games, he was over with keeping things a secret, he wanted it to be known that you were his and he wanted you upstairs in his room.

“I don’t wanna play this stupid game night.” Bakugou said in front of everyone but he was directing it towards you and you tried to ignore him.

“That’s fine, you don’t have to be here dude.” Kirishima patted his back, sitting down at the table and he huffed out a breath dramatically, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m not talking to any of you idiots.. Y/N.” He said your name sternly, like he was giving you a direct order by the look of his red eyes.

“Why are you so worried about Y/N being here with us?” One of the classmates mentioned and you had cursed under your breath, Bakugou was acting like a child.

“Because I want my girlfriend upstairs with me.” Bakugou angrily said, everyone growing quiet and you had gulped the lump in your throat, well there goes the secret.

Everyone’s eyes had landed on you and your cheeks turned a dark shade of red before you slide the chair back and stood up. You have never felt this embarasssed in your life, he could’ve done this any other time in a completely different way but of course the asshole had to make everything a big deal.

“No way,” Denki mumbled, trying to hold the laugh that was begging to come out.

You dismissed yourself, walking over to where Bakugou was and punched his arm as hard as you could, cursing under your breath and he smirked while wrapping his arm around your shoulders, winking back at the rest of the class.

“God, you’re so fucking embarrassing, Katsuki.” You muttered, following him to the elevator to go up and he tugged you closer.

“Oh shut up, you love it.”

As you two waited for the elevator, you couldn’t help the feel the classes eyes on the both of you. It was even more humiliating as you had to wait for the doors to slide open. You heard a few of them whisper about you two being a thing, some had mentioned how obvious it was and some mentioned had you two were complete opposites.

Bakugou obviously didn’t care, instead he liked to annoy everyone, especially you. So hearing people whisper about had fed onto the asshole ego he had, making his large hand grab your chin and give you a rough kiss on the lips in front of everyone.

The way your face was completely red at this point and all he did was give the classmates a evil grin before dragging you into the elevator and pushing the button for his floor.

“Why can’t you ever be casual?”

“Do you not know me? I’m far from casual.” He nudged you gently, laughing at your tomato red face and moved his thumb to brush across your cheek.

“Yeah, clearly.”

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Denki:

You had a crush on Denki for what seemed like forever. Since the first moment you met him on the first day of school till now. It was pretty obvious how much you liked him. Eventually you became bold enough to ask him to hang out.

Now you two have been dating for only a few weeks, you both had agreed to keep it private to enjoy the privacy and the time alone before the classmates end up finding out.

Of course you knew Denki a little too well at this point, you knew he would end up slipping up the secret sooner or later but it didn’t entirely bother you that it’ll happen.

And you were right, after a training exercise and having to go through some obstacle course that Aizawa had set up, he had sparked a fuse and as his brain suffered a shortage, his mouth had instantly opened and talked about you.

You couldn’t help but be over protective when he did go through that shortage phase, quickly taking care of him and making sure he was comfortable was a habit you picked up.

“So pretty.” He muttered as he reached for you in front of everyone and you froze in your place until he had wrapped his arms around you, clinging onto your body.

Your cheeks flushed, grabbing onto his body and holding him up straight so he didn’t lose his balance. He continued to mutter words like how you’re so pretty and he even slipped up how he was lucky to have you.

“Aww, Denki is in love.” Sero had laughed at his state, making you roll your eyes and become more protective.

“Nothing wrong with that.” You admitted, stroking your fingers through his hair and dragged him over to sit down.

His head had rested on top of yours, his tall frame giving you a tight hug and you had choked on the air you were breathing on from how openly clingy he was acting in front of the entire class including Mr. Aizawa.

“Is there something you’re not telling us?” Midoriya had teased, the smirk on his face made you grow embarrassed.

“No.”

“Yes, we are.” Denki cut you off, his arms still around yours and the goofy smile on his face only got bigger.

“Y/N is mine. Only mine, I don’t want to see- I don’t want to see any of you near... what’s mine.” He managed to stumble out, his face turning blank like he had forgotten what he was talking about.

“Jesus,” You laughed, putting your hand over his mouth, glancing at your classmates.

You stayed quiet, dragging him away from the rest of the class and forced him to drink some water and sit down on a chair to relax until he went back to his normal state.

You will admit that he was cute and the way he openly told everyone what was his, which was you, had made your heart flutter.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Denki.”

“Am I?”

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Midoriya:

It had taken forever for Izuku to catch onto your hints on liking him and wanting to hang out with him more. Of course he was very oblivious and didn’t catch on for weeks, even months before you got frustrated and had been straight forward with him.

The both of you being completely shy balls made everything a lot more difficult, the hints he threw at you and the hints your threw at him had completely flew over both of your heads, it was quite ridiculous.

You knew Midoriya wasn’t going to make the first move, you knew he was too big of a anxiety nut to even be bold enough to tell you to your face that he likes you in ways that was more than friends. So you did it on your own.

It hadn’t even been a week of you two officially dating until Izuku slipped it up to Todoroki when ranting about how amazing you were and how much he loved watching your quirk in action.

Once he had revealed the secret, he had told Todoroki to keep his mouth shut and not talk about it again but later that day, Izuku slipped up to another one of your classmates, Ashido.

It wasn’t long until he had slipped up to the whole entire class and now everyone knew that you two were a fresh couple. The side comments the students would make to you both and embarrass the both you, making the shyness in you two grow and cause you to stutter to no end.

“I think you two are cute!” Ashido had mentioned, trying to assure you that it wasn’t a big deal that everyone already knew.

“You knew Midoriya can’t keep a secret for long.” She commented, making you laugh and agree to what she said.

You couldn’t blame him though, he was a little too excited to be dating his crush that he couldn’t help but talk about you constantly to all his friends. He couldn’t help but stare at you and want to talk about how pretty you are and the characteristics he liked most about you.

It was in his nature, he was proud and lucky that he just had that urge to tell the whole world about you and it made butterflies explode in your stomach and it also made you want to kiss him desperately but you decided to not do that in front of everyone.

“I’m sorry, I know you didn’t want to tell anyone right away.” He mumbled towards you, the look of guilt washing over his features and you shook your head, embracing him in a tight hug.

“Don’t be sorry! I’m glad you told people.”

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ANNND finished, I’m sorry it’s short. I usually go longer when it’s one character at a time but I hope it’s good🤧

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Anything You Want || Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa takes you to his house after hearing a conversation you have with your friend about how attracted you are to him.

~ Rating: Explicit

~ Warning: NSFW 18+ ~ Sexual dialogue, Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Shameless Smut, Swearing, Pet name, Praise Kink, Rough Sex

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"I really like him, but I don't think he's interested in me, and if I tell him, I'm worried that it'll ruin the friendship that we have," you confided in your best friend who you decided to hang out with at the court.

You got bored after one of the games. The thought of Oikawa was weighing on you more than you wanted to admit. You were conflicted because you wanted nothing more than to tell him how you felt but your biggest fear was that he wouldn't be able to return the same feelings. You imagined that he would just laugh in your face and brush it off like it was nothing because that's usually what he did when you suggested that you both should date and do all of that cute shit couples did.

"He's so beautiful and funny and amazing, and I'm none of those things," you whined, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

"Aw don't say that. You'll never know if you stay silent forever, you should tell him how you feel," your friend suggested, she placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it gently to try and comfort you.

"Yeah but if I tell him, he's going to reject me. Then things will get all weird and I'll be that person he waves to from afar all awkwardly, and that'll be the extent of our relationship because I went and messed things up," you said with a pout.

"I doubt that will happen, I bet he really likes you. You should tell him, sooner or later. Then when everything goes right, you'll be thanking me," she looked at you with a reassuring smile as she patted your shoulder.

"You really think so? I seriously doubt it. But thanks anyway," you heaved a long sigh and you looked up when your friend stood up from her seat.

"I'm serious, tell him. You're not going to regret it," she advised with a soft chuckle, "I have to be on my way now, it's getting late. I'll see you later," she winked and waved at you before she left.

"Bye!" you waved back quickly. As soon as she left, you found yourself in a trance about Oikawa, with your palm resting on your cheek. You couldn't stop thinking about his voice, how he said your name, and the way his lip curled into a smirk when you would greet him. He was perfect. You wanted him, with every fiber of your being, there was no denying it. Your only wish was that you had the courage to tell him how you felt, but it was easier said than done.

"Hey cutie, what are you still doing here?"

Speak of the devil. A shiver ran down your spine when you heard his voice all of a sudden and you whipped your head back to see that he crept up behind you, his hot mouth was against your ear and you jolted up from your seat.

"Tooru! You scared me," you laughed nervously and then you instantly thought back to your conversation with your friend, wondering if he was there the whole time which would mean he heard every word.

"Ah, I didn't mean to!" he said with a pout but it quickly faded into a mischievous grin, "The game’s over, so what are you still doing here?" he repeated, "Waiting to say goodbye to me?" he raised an eyebrow and you giggled in response.

"I was just about to get going actually," you swallowed thickly and pointed your thumb in the opposite direction of him, "it was nice seeing you though!"

You wanted to get out of there and fast, it was embarrassing to think that he probably heard everything you just said. He clasped your arm in his hand when you turned to leave in a rush, making you turn back to face him, the gesture making you a little startled. He let go of his hold on you when he captured your attention.

"Aw you're leaving? I was hoping maybe you would come hang with me." he smirked and quickly added, "Tell me you'll go home with me?"

You couldn't reject his offer even if you tried, if he wanted you to go home with him then of course you would, no questions asked. "Yeah," you nodded, "I can definitely go home with you."

"Good. Right this way, m'lady." he bowed dramatically before he extended his arm out for you, and you took his hand in yours without hesitation. A few minutes later he led you to his house and shut the door behind him quietly.

"So I'm not one to pry, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with your little friend back there," he whispered, his pupils blown with lust as he stared back at you, like he was shamelessly undressing each article of clothing from your body with his eyes.

"You did?" you blinked in surprise and you could feel the blush that was rising in your cheeks when he looked at you like that. You swallowed nervously as he took a step closer to you, "You weren't supposed to hear that."

"I was going to check if you were still around, but then when I heard you say my name, and well I couldn't help but listen," he continued to murmur with that grin stuck on his face, his gaze remained unwavering as he took another step. "So you've got two options, we can pretend that I didn't hear a word of what you said back there or we can just fuck already," he shrugged his shoulders before adding, "Choice is yours."

You felt your throat go dry and your eyes fell to ground, you were a little taken aback because you didn't expect the rest of your night to go like this, not that you were complaining though. Without a second thought you quickly said, "The second one, please."

"Personally I liked the second choice as well. Smart girl," he winked playfully, which only made your breath hitch. He took one step closer so that there isn't a gap between your bodies anymore and a smirk spread across his face when he felt you shiver, finding your nervous state to be quite amusing. "I couldn't let you go home without you knowing something."

"Knowing what?" you asked as you locked your eyes on his, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves.

Your eyes only locked for a moment before his mouth pressed roughly against your own. You felt him laugh against your lips before he pulled at your lower lip, dragging it between his teeth before letting it go again. His broad hands gripped each of your upper arms, holding you in place while he kissed you.

"Tooru," his name involuntarily rolled off your tongue.

He parted from your mouth to say something smart you assumed but you pull him down for another kiss, just as rushed as the first. This time you captured his lower lip between your own, letting your teeth graze the soft flesh as you pulled back. He whispered your name the way you'd always longed to hear it; like something coveted, precious beyond measure.

"Tell me, Y/N, how long have you wanted to do that?" he asked, his tone hoarse and low.

"If I'm being honest, from the first day I met you," you answered with a coy smile playing on your lips.

"I was always here, maybe I just wanted to see if you had the guts to make the first move," he chuckled before pulling away from your lips.

You raked your fingernails through the fine hair at the nape of his neck before planting a warm kiss in the crook, and he failed to suppress a grunt at the back of his throat upon the sensation.

"What do you want, Tooru?" you questioned, placing a flesh flurry of light kisses on the underside of his jaw, letting your lips brush his skin as you spoke. You can feel his pulse there, furious and quick.

He took a moment before he replied, "Hm---anything," he breathed, shuddering at the invocation of his name and the gentle caress of your mouth, "Everything."

"So show me," you whispered in his ear, your hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin.

That did it. In one fluid motion he slid both his hands behind your thighs, feral and possessive, lifting your legs to wrap them around his waist, your hips held still against the wall. You gasped at the sensation in between your legs, already dampening with arousal, being pulled suddenly against his torso. Even through the layers of his clothing, you could feel the unnatural heat of his body.

You exploited your vantage, carding your fingers down through his hair as you lowered your lips to meet his, which are already parted expectantly. The wet brush of his tongue against your lips was a demand and a promise, both of which you handed yourself over to willingly. His tongue in your mouth was soft but sure, and you recognized so much of him in the kiss he gave you. Impatience takes over, and the second he pulled away you reach down to the hem of your shirt with both hands, yanking it over your head and tossing it to the floor in a careless heap. His darkened eyes skimmed over you and his tongue swayed across the shape of his lips, reverent, watching as you reached behind your back to unhook your bra and discard it.

"Mhm well hello beautiful," he whistled with a long smirk on his face and you felt your cheeks reddened up in response. He placed a tender kiss against your rib cage, another to the valley between your breasts, tracking his lips across the soft flesh to a nipple, and he doesn't hesitate before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. The shock to your nerves travels straight to your core.

Keeping you pinned against the wall, he brought one hand up to your opposite breast, pinching the bud between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it experimentally. He relished the result, your legs gripping him tightly, inadvertently digging your heels into the small of his back. You worried that you could be hurting him, but his blissful groans and amplified vigor towards your breasts said otherwise.

"You're beautiful," he murmured as his tongue flicked against your nipple, "so fucking beautiful."

After a generous while, he returned his hand to the back of your thigh, readjusting himself, letting you slip lower against his body until your clothed heat rested against the growing tent in his pants, which made your inner muscles clench involuntarily. Seeking comfort and relief in equal parts, he rested his head on your shoulder, breathing in your scent. He started to grind his member against you, so eager for the pressure. Three times he did this, agonizingly slow, his husky voice whispering your name against your neck at each pass, and you can feel his teeth graze your skin.

With all the wetness and heat pooling in your center, you were sure that you could come right then and there, but he stilled himself as if on cue, looking back at you with lopsided grin. You pulled your legs away from him, your breath ragged.

"There's something I need to show you," he said with a growl.

"Anything, Tooru," you panted, "anything you want."

He took you away from the wall, wrapping one strong arm around your back to cradle you against him, and he carried you to one of the seats. He set you down on the edge of it before kneeling ceremoniously in front of you.

"Watch," he demanded. You are all too willing to obey, lying back to prop yourself up on your elbows, eyes centered on him as he hiked your skirt up toward your hips. He placed his hands on the inside of your calves, stroking them upward in a steady climb to reach your inner thighs, parting your legs even further as he goes, until he has enough space to crouch between.

At the first press of his plush lips to the inside of your knee, your heart started beating wildly in your chest. He maintained eye contact, trailing greedy kisses along the elegant line of your thigh, one after another. Every inch brought him closer to your overheated core. You trembled for him and he watched with fascination as your breathing became rapid and shallow.

Right before he reached his mark, he paused to lick his lips and you couldn't help but whimper at the sight of him. He rewarded you with a long, firm kiss against your clit, lighting up your nerves, the thin fabric of your panties the only thing still separating you from him. For a moment, he closed his eyes as if savoring it before pulling away, and you moaned his name, desperate for more.

"You're already soaking wet, fuck, I just have to get a taste." he chuckled. His expression was determined, dark pupils of his beautiful eyes wide with lust.

"Do it," you begged. "Oh god, Tooru, please."

"A girl who knows what she wants, I like it." he purred along with a short laugh. He hooked his fingers beneath the trim of your panties, brushing against the delicate skin near your entrance before bringing the garment down your legs and then off your feet. Without hesitation, he buried his head between your legs, licking you in a broad stroke across your folds.

A gasp escaped your mouth almost immediately and he moaned against you, making you want him all the more. You leaned forward and weaved your fingers into his hair, tugging gently and holding him close as he massaged you with his voracious tongue.

He became desperate for friction so he used one hand to palm at his hard member through the thick barrier of his pants, but it's not nearly enough, and watching the obvious effect you have on his desire filled you with an unfettered passion. You fucking adored him.

"You're so perfect, Tooru," you panted as he nuzzled against you, sucking gently on your clit. "So perfect, you have no idea."

He pressed down forcefully with the palm against his member, loving how exquisite his name sounded coming from you, each syllable balanced carefully on your tongue, even in the midst of your pleasure. He groaned, the rich gravel of his voice causing vibrations that set fire to you from the inside out.

With his free hand, he reached up, the pads of his fingers rubbing against your slick entrance, teasing you.

"Is this what you want from me, baby?" he whispered.

Every time you looked at him, you wanted everything from him, and you didn't remember how not to, you longed to say it but instead all that comes out is an urgent, "Yes Tooru, please."

He slid one finger between your folds, as deep as it could go, then a second, and you squeezed them with a keening whimper.

"Soft," he mumbled, his lips brushing against you as he twisted his fingers, those eyes trained on his task and never leaving it. "You're so soft inside."

You bucked against his hand, a wordless plea for motion, and he obliged, driving his fingers in and out at a steady pace. He set his mouth back to work against your clit, licking and sucking diligently until you are teetering on the edge of orgasm. Every fiber of your being is drawn taut, imploring him to guide you over completely.

"Oh god, Tooru, you're... oohhh, that feels so good. You're so good, Tooru," you purred, peeking down at him as you writhed against the consummate ministrations of his tongue and fingers. "I'm so close," you barely managed to utter.

His eyes flick upward, watching your face as the cord inside you snapped and you came apart against his mouth, his lips still smudged against you when you do. Your head fell back, and you mumbled his name again and again as that beautiful lightning raced through your system.

He angled back, allowing you to sit upright once the steady beat of your ecstasy faded. His gaze was unrelenting and his lips were moist, enraptured by your performance. After you were able to catch your breath, you quickly found yourself saying, "Your turn."

You sunk to your knees before him and began to pull his pants down so that they pooled around his ankles.

"Such a good girl, so eager to please, aren't you?" he said under his breath.

"I need to taste you," you murmured, your trembling hands moved to his boxers to casually slip them down so his member sprung free. He hissed softly as his hand lightly gripped at the back of your head as his other moved to his member, shifting it so that he could drag it against your lips, his pre-cum already dripping off of the head. It gave you a rush to know that you had already caused him to become so turned on. You had been waiting so long to see him like this, exactly like this. No more than an inch separated your lips from him, your hot breath making him tremble, and you could feel your mouth starting to water in anticipation. His heady scent made you dizzy with desire.

"That's right, take it baby girl," he voiced in a hoarse tone. The pet name nearly caused you to choke as you licked gently at the tip, causing his grip to tighten in your hair almost instantaneously. You massaged it with the flat of your tongue, lips pressed together tightly around the ridge to provide suction.

"Don't tease me, just take my cock," his tone wasn't one that was low or grumbled yet he was encouraging you and you couldn't help but want him even more now than when you first stepped in the trailer. Under any normal circumstances you would have found his words vulgar and probably walked away and never looked back, but the way he looked at you just made you want to do anything this boy ever asked you to do.

You slowly lowered your mouth onto his length, nearly taking him all the way in. It's thick and heavy on your tongue, and you wondered absently if he would fill up every part of you so well, because you'd sure be willing to try. Just the thought of it caused a heated pressure to begin building in your core.

"That's a good girl, take it all." he purred.

His small praises only riled you up, in fact, you began to crave them as you started to move up and down his length, taking whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth into your hand and pumping it rapidly.

"Fuck, yeah just like that baby, keep going," he cooed.

His hips bucked upwards lightly to meet your mouth, causing his length to hit the back of your throat and making you gag. You hollowed your cheeks as he continued to grow in volume, the praises falling from his lips sounding like heaven to you.

Every other thrust of his rigid member, now glistening with your saliva, is accompanied by an ardent gasp of your name. You can't ignore the throbbing in between your legs any longer, and you rubbed impatient fingers against your clit and damp, swollen folds. He slowed his pace as you moaned around him. His hand gripped at your hair again, pulling you off him with a loud pop, your lips now bruised from the way you had been taking him all this time.

"Tooru," you gasped, "I'm so wet for you, Tooru."

"Just for me?" he chuckled and then he quickly added, "Lucky me," he growled, "I figured if I'm going to cum, I might as well do it in your pretty little pussy first."

You stood back up on your feet and you didn't even respond as your hand moved to his cheek, standing on your tip-toes so your lips could collide once again. He smirked in the kiss as you jumped up, your legs wrapping around his waist as his hands gripped at your thighs. He pressed you up against the wall, shifting your skirt lightly so that his length could slip underneath the thin fabric.

You still had your panties on but it seemed as if he had grown too impatient for one more unnecessary step. He slid them to the side in a hurry and positioned his length in front of your entrance.

"What could you possibly need?" he snarled, the rough grate of his voice a full octave lower than usual. He pressed the tip of his member between your thighs, running it back and forth along your soaked folds, "Tell me exactly what you need."

"You." you replied promptly, eyes pleading, eager to have him inside you, but he refused to give. You had none of his discipline. Needy whines escaped your lips as you squeezed your thighs together, gliding your clit across his shaft in a last-ditch bid to alleviate some of the mounting tension, you would have done anything just to have him inside you. "Please Tooru, I need you. I need you inside me."

The corner of his lip pulled up in a smirk, his eyes meeting yours with a glint of amusement. He chuckled, making you let your guard down before he shoved his length into you. As if on cue, you both let out a moan, and he gave you a moment to adjust before pushing the rest of his length inside you.

He seemed to get the hint when you began to lightly grind your hips down onto him, eager to feel him take you deeper. He began at a slow pace, building up a rhythm that had you begging for more within seconds.

"Calm down baby girl, we're just getting started," he said with a laugh. You continued whining as his pace barely gave you any of the satisfaction that you so desperately needed. He wanted you to be crying out his name and he was determined to get just that.

"You're mine now," he growled as his thick member stretched your walls like he belonged there. "No one else can have you; do you understand? You're mine, and mine alone," he whispered, his words suddenly turned dark, as his thrusts got harsher, accentuating certain points of his words.

You wanted to speak; you needed to say something, anything, but the coiling tightness in your stomach reduced you to a mewling mess.

"Answer," he barked, increasing his authoritative grip on your hips as he angled himself upward to hit a particularly responsive spot within you.

"Yes!" you cried out, rocking back to match him stride for stride. "Yes, Tooru, I-I understand. I'm yours," the last part comes out as barely more than a whisper, your mind occupied with the one thing you knew to be true: that you always had been.

"Then I am yours," he murmured, wrapping his voice with a gentle cadence that made your frantically pounding heart skip a beat. His pace slowed to an even, tamed rhythm and he reached down past your hip to rub circles over your clit. "Would you like that, Y/N?"

"M-more than anything," you stuttered. Your legs tightened around him as he buried his face in your neck, his hot breath covering your soft skin and leaving goosebumps in its path.

"Please," you breathed out, growing desperate for more than what he was willing to give you.

"Please what? Use your words, baby girl," his thrusts slowed again, becoming shallower as he waited for a response.

"Harder, please," you whined as he thrust upwards rather harshly, catching you off guard as he smiled at you menacingly. "You're even prettier when you beg like this. You're so fucking perfect."

His grip on your thighs tightened as he sped up his pace to one that now had you going mad. You threw your head back, trying your best not to cry out at the realization that you were still in this trailer that he had taken you to. He suddenly pressed his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you with such passion and rigor you felt yourself falling further.

"Oh god, Tooru... I-I'm... oh, I'm close," you warned him, feeling yourself on the crest of your climax. You panted against his lips as he pulled back a bit, his eyes now directly locking with yours.

"Come for me," he ordered, "be a good girl and come for me."

You cried out as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your back arching even against the wall that was supporting you. He continued to thrust into you through your high until his hips came to a halt, his seed spilling inside of you. He bit down against your shoulder as he came down from his climax, and you could already feel a bruise forming beneath the surface but it was nothing compared to what had just happened.

It was a good few minutes before he pulled out of you and planted you firmly on the floor, careful to make sure you could stand on your own two feet. You felt dirty but you loved it, the feeling of his cum now sticky inside of you as you panted heavily, your body shivering.

He began to pull his boxers up, his pants following as he buckled his belt, and he turned to look at you with a sinister smirk on his face.

"Looks like you'll have a story to tell your friend now, huh?" he winked.

You swallowed a nervous gulp, you were still hazy from it all, but if one thing was clear it was positively your adoration for him and you relished in what just occurred between you two after all that waiting.

"Tell her now that you're spoken for," he leaned down to plant a soft, affectionate kiss upon your parted lips, "Now get dressed so we can take this to your bedroom."

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[chyanxrene]

One More Drink

♡ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Y/N

♡ Summary: Y/N and Draco have a one night stand, however things are not as straightforward as they seem (I’m not sure how to describe this one)

♡ Warnings: Pure smut, female receiving (anything else let me know)

Working as a healer was Y/N's dream ever since she studied at Hogwarts. The countless hours she put into her studying did not go unnoticed. So when she left Hogwarts two years ago she was immediately offered a high position in St. Mungo's.

Her efforts in the war were appreciated by many. She wasn't fully trained, nor did she know what she was doing when she was presented with injured wizards. But she tried, her ambition, the way she tried her hardest to not let a single soul die beneath her touch was admired by almost everyone.

So for the past two years, every Friday at 8PM. After she had finished her evening shift, she headed down to her local bar. Although she was a strong individual, her mind was haunted by the blood, the injuries, and it only followed her when she went to work.

So Friday was her day, her day to drown out the horrific images, her day to let loose, because she deserved it.

She liked being alone, she enjoyed her own company. The war changed everyone, she barely spoke with her friends from Hogwarts. They all lived their own lives, the thought of them only forced her to remember everything that had happened.

So here she was, alone in her local bar. It was her second drink of the night, the alcohol yet to mix into her blood. This week had been long, gruesome and tiring, she wanted something stronger. Something to provide her with temporary amnesia.

She flicked her hand up, signalling the bartender over. This bartender was new, he was young, slightly shaky. She was sure he was overwhelmed with the amount of people in the bar.

He sent her a weak smile, sweat dripping off the tip of his nose. He rubbed it off with his forearm and immediately had apologetic eyes, Y/N couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"I'll have another Martini please" Y/N smiled, she bit the olive off the toothpick and shoved it back into her glass.

"Right away" the bartender rushed, he was sloppy with his work. Loud men, flirty women all called him in unison, wanting his attention. Craving their own taste of poison.

Y/N looked around from her bar stool, the place was rammed. There were no empty chairs, no spare tables, bodies were everywhere. This only heated up the small bar, Y/N pushed her jacket down, settling it on her lap as she waited for her drink.

She fiddled with her fingers, she would enjoy some company right now. Perhaps she should start bringing her friends, or find a lover.

She shook her head at the thoughts, men were too complicated. She didn't have time for them, besides, she was picky when it came to the opposite sex.

After a few moments her drink arrived in front of her, except there were no olives. She thought to complain, but the poor boy was already under pressure. She didn't want to add any more, she swung the drink back effortlessly.

This was the drink that done it, the gin burned her throat, she could feel the alcohol swim through her veins. Her stomach fluttered, even though her jacket had come off, she had heated up again.

Y/N went to request another drink, but something else had been placed in front of her.

Brown liquid gold in a shot glass— fire whiskey. She smirked to herself, every Friday an unknown admirer purchased her a single shot of fire whiskey.

Was she really hot, or did she just want to take off her jacket so her admirer could see her bare skin. Y/N didn't know, some parts of her wanted to find out who it was. Other parts of her wanted to keep on playing their little game.

It must've been someone from Hogwarts— in the Muggle world they done shots of Vodka, tequila even rum— never fire whiskey.

She held the drink to her lips, pressing them on the rim. Her nostrils burned, smelling the strong smell of the alcohol. She counted to three before swallowing the contents of the shot glass.

Her mind was full of memories in Hogwarts, the times that her and her friends would sneak fire whiskey into a party. Drinking after exams, before quidditch games and after, any excuse for a good time— fire whiskey was there.

Her heart warmed, that's it, she had to know who was sending her these drinks, every Friday for two years straight— she had to know.

Whoever it was, they were smart. Friday was always the busiest day, so no matter how hard Y/N tried to look for the unknown person, her mind was always cloudy by that time. So she would give up, plus the bartender would never tell her who it was.

A light bulb went off in her head, she then realised— this was a new bartender.

She called him over, he ran to her. His face was red, he looked like he was on the verge of passing out.

"Who sent this drink?" She asked, her voice was laced with excitement.

"I— I don't know."

"You must know— he obviously told you— what did he look like?"

"Oh— yes right— white hair— he's tall, wearing all black."

"Thank you" Y/N smiled, she rose from her chair. She was going to find him, whoever it was.

She checked, table after table, there was no sign of this white haired man. She almost gave up, wanting to return to her seat. She internally screamed seeing it was now occupied.

She spun around ready to head to the exit, her face then collided with a hard chest.

"Looking for me?" The male spoke.

Y/N frowned, she pushed back, raising her head. She had seen him before, she knew who he was but she couldn't pin point where she knew him from.

God he was beautiful, his face was carved sharply, his eyes a stormy grey colour. He was powerful, just by his stance, his skin was clean, like porcelain, there wasn't a scratch on it.

"I— uh-"

"Would you like to sit down? You're welcome to sit on my table" he spoke again, his voice was deep, it almost went straight to Y/N's core.

She couldn't speak, she was in awe at this beautiful man.

"If I'd had known that you were going to react like this then I would've made myself known sooner" he chuckled.

His hand wrapped around her wrist, his cold fingertips snapped her out of the trance. Before she knew what he was doing, he dragged her back to his table. It was in the corner, dim lit, her eyes went to where the bar was, she realised he had a clear view of her.

He was watching her all this time.

"I— do I know you?" She asked, her eyes met his, she was intimidated by his strong gaze.

"I don't know, do you?" He responded, picking up his drink and raising it to his lips.

"You look familiar" Y/N mumbled, watching him, his pink tongue fell out and licked the rim of his glass before he sipped on the contents.

Her breath hitched in her throat, he knew that, he had been watching her for so long.

He set his glass down and turned his body so that their knees were touching, "we went to school together."

"Hogwarts?" Y/N frowned.

He hummed, conjuring more fire whiskey from the tip of his wand. Y/N looked around to see if anyone had watched but luckily no one did.

Then she realised who he was, the annoying, pompous asshole that got underneath everyone's skin.

"Malfoy" she grimaced.

"Huh, you were eye fucking me less than two minutes ago— now you're saying my name like you hate me Y/L/N."

"Piss off— I was not— you've just changed— that's all."

"In a good way I'm guessing" he smirked, his fingers tapped the table below him. She couldn't help but stare at his long fingers, decorated with silver expensive rings.

She let out a breath, the fire whiskey had clearly taken over her body and her mind, "very good."

Draco was taken aback by her response, she had always been bold. But after the war, everyone had lost their spark, it seemed she hadn't which only enticed him more.

"So, Malfoy, you've been watching me all this time, buying me drinks— what's the catch?" She laughed, she picked up his drink and sipped a little of it. Some escaped from the corner of her mouth, due to her rushing to swallow the drink.

His finger reached out, collecting the fallen liquid. He brushed it against her bottom lip, letting it sit there before he pushed his wet finger into his own mouth.

Y/N sat there with her mouth open, her thoughts ran wild. Imagining what Malfoy would be like in bed, he was an arrogant bastard, so he must have something to show for it.

She could faintly remember him in school, however all her memories of him were negative. Him bullying the golden Trio, treating girls like toys. She had despised him, she couldn't remember him in the war— or if he was even there.

"There's no catch" he said, bringing her back to reality.

"I find that hard to believe, there's always a catch with you Malfoy."

"Call me Draco— darling."

Y/N hadn't noticed that her thong had became wet, only when she shifted from leg to leg. She felt the cool breeze travel up her skirt and right onto her underwear. She unknowingly had a blush painted across her face, which Draco had noticed.

"Everything alright?" He whispered, he leaned closer to her, his strong scent overpowering her nostrils. His hand found her knee and rested it there, Y/N secretly hoped he would move his hand further.

"I— I'm fine, it's just hot in here" Y/N nervously laughed.

"You seem flustered Y/N" Draco said in a hushed tone, he leaned even closer to her, his breath now hot against her ear.

"I'm— I'm just hot Draco" she lifted his glass to her mouth, drinking slowly, trying to avoid his eyes.

"Mmm, are you wet too?"

Y/N choked on the drink, liquid flew out of her mouth landing on the table. She didn't expect him to come out with that, how did he know, was it that obvious?

Draco picked up a piece of tissue and dried the table, "I'll take that as a yes."

She was embarrassed, more than embarrassed. She wanted to run out of the bar and never return, but she couldn't. His pull was strong, that's what kept her there.

"No— I'm not."

"I think you're lying darling."

His hand had moved to her thigh, massaging it with his hand. Her skin quickly covered in goosebumps, he left a light kiss on her cheek and pried her thighs open as they were firmly shut from her crossing them.

Draco looked in her eyes to see if there was any sign of protest, but there wasn't, her eyes were full of lust and want.

"I think," Draco paused, his index finger drew circles up her inner thigh, edging closer and closer to her wet thong.

His mouth was brushing her ear, "you should let me, clean this little mess you made."

His finger dragged along the centre of her thong, an almost inaudible groan escaped past his pink lips. Y/N's hand grabbed onto his forearm, holding it in place.

She whimpered feeling his finger slip underneath her thong, he ran his finger up and down, collecting her arousal on his finger.

He stilled and looked at her, Draco had never seen a prettier sight. He was going to enjoy this thoroughly, "would you let me do that?"

Y/N had forgotten that he had asked a question, all she could focus on was his slender finger touching her ever so carefully.

"Hmm? Answer me love, would you like that— would you like me to clean this up?" He whispered, circling her clit slowly, his eyes stared into the side of her face. Waiting for an answer, he knew she was in a trance.

He removed his finger, hoping that would force her to answer his question.

Y/N's mouth ran dry, she couldn't remember the last time she had been touched like this. She wanted to say in Hogwarts but everything before the war was fuzzy to her.

"Yes" she managed to whisper.

He nodded, he downed his drink and leaned back into the chair. Y/N frowned, looking at him, she thought he was going to move out of the way so she could exit the booth.

But he just sat there, he ran his tongue over his teeth, smirking slightly whilst he watched her.

"Ladies first."

"But you're in the way."

"I'm a gentleman, ladies first Y/N" he said, his bottom lip was caught in between his teeth as he watched her scramble and collect her belongings.

She stood up, praying silently to herself, do not fall over him. He widened his legs and allowed her to step over one of them until she was standing in between his legs.

She almost fell but he caught her by her waist, she looked down at him. His eyes were already on hers, they are dark, he looked at her like she was his prey.

"Careful love," his eyes wandered down her body until they reached her ass. His tongue ran across his lips, moistening them before he moved his hand off her waist.

Y/N managed to climb out of the booth safely, without falling on him again. She threw her coat on and waited for him to stand up, he immediately towered over her.

His hand fell to the small of her back and guided her through the sweaty bodies. He didn't need to push anyone out of the way, his presence alone made people stand to the side.

Once they had reached the empty street he held out his hand for her to take. She knew where this was going, she always hated apparating but it was the fastest way to transport to places.

She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the wave of nausea run through her system. Apparating and alcohol were not a good pairing, she knew not to make this mistake again.

Finally back on two feet she waited for her body to regain its normal composure. She looked at her surroundings, a simple flat. It was modern but with dark accents to it, typical for a Slytherin she thought to herself.

The kitchen was attached to the lounge, a nice open space. Y/N wondered if he lived by himself. It was a large flat, the floor to floor windows overlooked the streets of central London. I guess he still had money even after the war.

Y/N placed her bag on the floor and stood by the window, watching the river Thames in the background, then glancing to the busy streets, full of life.

Draco stood next to her, watching everywhere she was watching.

"It's nice isn't it?" Draco said, Y/N hummed and leaned against the window. She was no longer watching the view, she was watching him. The way his eyes glowed against the moons natural light.

She couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach, his hand cupped the side of her face. His thumb brushed up and down her cheek before he leaned in and kissed her.

She welcomed his mouth with hers, instantly deepening the kiss with her tongue. Draco let out a groan, he waited two years to get her like this. He didn't know how much longer he could wait.

Y/N's arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to her. He bent down picking her up by the back of her thighs, their mouths never disconnected.

Each second the kiss became more desperate, full of hunger and need. Both of them needed this, for two complete different reasons, but neither of them knew what the others were.

Draco managed to set Y/N on top of the island in his kitchen. His hands ran up her sides, brushing past her breasts and then back down to her thighs.

Y/N tried to get his shirt off, only managing to tear the top three buttons before giving up. She instead put her fingers through his hair, tugging on his neatly gelled hair, making it a now disheveled.

She swallowed his groans in her mouth, allowing him to push her legs open, which he settled between. He removed his mouth, Y/N was catching her breath, gasping heavily.

Draco made his way down her collar bone, sucking and biting at the spot which he knew would drive her crazy.

She whimpered, feeling him lick her pulse and then bite on it gently.

"God, Draco."

He let out a laugh and pulled her legs to the edge of the table so she was sitting half on it. She fell backwards waiting for him to touch her.

Her skirt had been bunched up around her waist, Draco pushed her thighs apart, he could see everything now. Her wet underwear, so flimsy, he was almost angered seeing her wear something so skimpy to a bar full of perverted men.

But he pushed his thoughts aside and kissed along her inner thighs. Wet kisses scorched her sensitive skin, she could still feel each kiss even when his mouth had left the area.

She was in a state of bliss, her thoughts and senses were overpowered by pleasure.

"Draco" she moaned, feeling him lick a long stripe up her pussy. The friction between his wet tongue and lace underwear caused her to jolt forward.

His finger curled underneath her underwear, he pulled it down her legs, throwing it on the ground carelessly.

His face was now centimetres away from her aching pussy. If she moved closer his mouth would be touching it, but she waited for him.

He sucked in a breath, the heat from his mouth fanned against her bare pussy. Sending chills down her spine which was already cold against the marble slab beneath her.

Draco could've said a thousand words, but he bit his tongue. He didn't want to make her feel weird or uncomfortable, so he kept his thoughts to himself.

His middle finger entered her without warning, Draco shut his eyes feeling her pussy clench the single finger. He let out a breath, eyes peering up at the beautiful witch in front of him.

She was still, frozen, only her chest heaving up and down. Draco was unsure if she was okay, but the way her pussy tightened around his finger showed that she was still with him.

He pushed it in and out a few times, testing her tightness, he wanted nothing more than to replace his finger with his cock, but he would wait.

"More" Y/N managed to squeak out.

He abided with her command and added a second finger. He would do anything she asked him to do at this moment.

He used a scissoring motion, stretching her, preparing her for his cock, which he knew he had to do. After watching her countless nights, he was fully aware that she hadn't had anyone since Hogwarts.

He wanted her to be ready for when she took his cock, he didn't want her to feel an ounce of pain. Only pleasure, and he wanted to be the one that gave it to her. The only one, to give it to her.

Y/N couldn't breathe, she hadn't felt like this in a long time. She couldn't even make herself cum, she was close, the teasing from the bar and now this.

"You look so beautiful Y/N— do you like that? Do you like feeling my fingers stretch your— tight little pussy?" Draco groaned, she didn't respond, only clenching her pussy again as a somewhat answer.

"God— I can't wait to feel you around my cock."

Draco latched his mouth onto her clit, sucking on it gently. His fingers were fucking her quickly, never losing there pace even when she gripped his hair tightly.

The wet noises made Draco hard. It was painful, he didn't know how to contain himself anymore. He wanted to be inside her now, he needed it— more than anything.

But her pleasure came first, always.

She was close, her low screams partnered with her squirming beneath his touch made Draco fully aware. He moved his fingers and replaced it with his tongue— finally tasting her.

He lapped up her arousal, savouring the taste. His fingers rubbed harshly on her clit as he prodded his tongue in and out of her.

She suddenly stilled and screamed his name, followed by multiple curse words. The orgasm washed over her, but Draco never stopped. He continued licking her until she was clean before he raised his head again.

His mouth shiny, covered in her cum. He licked his lips, humming at her taste.

Y/N's head fell back onto the table, she let out a shaky breath and sat up. She watched as he palmed his cock through his neatly ironed trousers.

His movements were slow, Y/N couldn't help but become aroused again. He was teasing her, he undone his belt slowly and unzipped his trousers. All while maintaining eye contact with her.

The room was filled with heavy breaths, Y/N couldn't wait to see what he had to offer. Never in a million years did she think she would fuck Draco Malfoy. But here she was, silently begging for him to do so.

His trousers were pushed down first, leaving him in his black boxers. They hardly disguised his erection, the tip was peaking out of the top, a wet patch surrounded it.

"You want this?" He smirked, rubbing his cock through his boxers. He squeezed the base and ran his hand up to the tip, groaning at his own pleasure. Y/N felt jealous, utterly jealous.

Y/N nodded quickly, licking her lips. He laughed, pushing his boxers down to his ankles.

A gasp tumbled out of her mouth, his cock stood up, reaching his belly button. It was hard, it looked like it was causing him pain.

How was she going to take that when she hadn't had sex in so long. Thank God she was a healer, she laughed to herself.

He pulled her to the edge again, "I'll stop if it hurts."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "just fuck me Draco."

He shook his head, lining his tip up with her entrance. He didn't enter just yet, he ran the tip up and down her pussy, nudging her clit with it a few times.

She chewed on her bottom lip, watching him closely. He just stared between them, sweat was trickling down his temple. He gulped heavily and closed his eyes.

"Draco?"

"Wait" he mumbled, he pushed inside of her, a strained groan coming from his throat.

Her pussy hugged him so tightly. He didn't know if he could ever pull out, or if he even wanted to.

Draco's hand went to her throat and held onto it tightly. He composed himself before pulling out and thrusting into her again, he tested a few different paces before deciding which one to go with.

He knew he wouldn't last long, so he went with short deep thrusts. That's what Y/N received, short, deep, delicious thrusts.

His hand was tight around her throat, making it hard for her to even breath— let alone moan. Draco's eyes were fixated on where the two were connecting.

"Fuck— your cunt is so— fucking tight" he grunted. His hips moved faster, and his hand only clasped tighter.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. The coil in Y/N's stomach was about to snap again. When she closed her eyes she saw stars, her head was fuzzy, she felt disoriented.

"You're taking me so well— just like you us-"

He was cut off by a loud moan, Draco moved his hand from her neck, his thumb circled her clit leisurely. He watched her come undone for him, and that's all he ever wanted.

Y/N choked as her second orgasm bulldozed through her body. The way her pussy clenched around Draco forced him to come to an early orgasm.

It hit him unexpectedly, that had never happened before.

The two tried to regain their breaths. Draco was still inside her, currently too unstable to pull out. Y/N was desperately trying to get her normal vision back.

After a few minutes they were able to find a sense of normality. Draco raised his head, watching as Y/N gave him a lazy smile— no— a freshly fucked smile.

He pulled out of her, resulting in a wince escaping from her mouth. She sat up slowly, waiting for him to help her down from the island.

Y/N asked where the bathroom was, which Draco directed her to. She was weak, unstable, she needed help from him to find her way there. She felt uncomfortable, usually she would leave, but something about Draco made her want to stay.

But she couldn't, she didn't have time for men. After she cleaned herself up there was an awkward silence. Neither of the pair knew what to do.

Draco offered her to stay over but she refused. He put on a light smile, brushing off her rejection. But deep down the pang in his heart made him want to disappear.

"Goodnight Draco" Y/N whispered, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Goodnight darling" he smiled.

He watched as she disappeared into the night. Hoping she would turn around and say she wanted to stay but she never.

Draco shut his flat door, he sighed in content, knowing he was one step closer to being reunited with his lost love. One day he would tell her everything that had happened, why he had to obliviate her.

But for now, he would just buy her one more drink.