#after this the host was so flustered nine had to ask if he was ok lmao

[mahealinskis]

Another day of OnlyOneOf being chaotic and Nine collecting men

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#onlyoneof #onlyoneof nine #onlyoneof kb #onlyoneof rie #wookjin #kyubin #kb #rie #kpop #kpop bg #they always end up talking about kissing #i love them for it #after this the host was so flustered nine had to ask if he was ok lmao #the host the whole time: 🤨🏳️‍🌈❓

[btsqualityy]

I Choose You

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, crushes-to-lovers, kind of a soulmate!AU (it’s based on their scents), fluff, and smut

Warnings: Oral sex (Male and female receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, soft Dom!Taehyung, impregnation kink, and creampie 

Author’s Note: This fic is based on a prompt from the Spring Fest “Spring Will Come Again” hosted by @bangtanarmynet! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Prompt: Every Spring Fest, the unmated Alphas had to choose a mate but when Taehyung felt a pull, he didn’t expect it to lead to you.

“Come on!” Taehyung whined loudly. “Just tell me!”

“You know that I cannot tell you who is participating in the Mating Ceremony Tae,” Jimin giggled. “It’s against pack rules.”

“Alright, well just give me a clue,” Taehyung tried to bargain. The two of them were sat outside in the territory that belonged to their pack, deciding to enjoy their lunch in the newly nice weather.

“You know, to be an Alpha, you have no sense of patience,” Jimin laughed.

“And for you to be an Omega, you have no sense of loyalty to your best friend,” Taehyung pouted.

“Oh God, he’s pulling out the pouts,” Jimin groaned playfully. “If you’re so impatient about not being able to know who’s participating in the Ceremony beforehand, then why are you even doing it?”

The Mating Ceremony was an age old tradition in Taehyung’s pack that occurred every year, right at the start of the Spring Festival. For people who still believed in soulmates, the Mating Ceremony was an unbiased opportunity for those people to find the one that their soul desired. The Omegas and Betas would gather together, with their faces hidden, and it was up to an Alpha to use only their sense of smell to find the scent that they liked the most. 

Of course, a lot of people felt that scents weren’t the only important thing when it came to building the foundation of a relationship as time has passed but it was still an honored and revered tradition nonetheless. 

“Besides the fact that literally everyone that I know has found their mate during the Ceremony?” Taehyung huffed. “The fact that I’m almost 26 years old and haven’t found my mate yet.”

“Oh please, you say that as if you’re old and if you’re old, then I’m old,” Jimin said as he rolled his eyes. “And I’m definitely not old.”

“Well, you say that because you’re not alone,” Taehyung pointed out. “My parents found each other 27 years ago, Yoongi hyung found you three years ago, Joon hyung found Aareum the year before that, and hell, even Jin hyung found Jungkookie last year. Too long, didn’t read, I’m gonna die alone if I don’t do it.”

“I feel so bad for your future mate because you are so fucking dramatic,” Jimin laughed as he reached over and stole a French fry off of Taehyung’s plate.

“You’d have time to warn them if you’d just tell me who’s joining this year,” Taehyung tried to persuade him. “Come on, what’s the point in having the Head Omega as your best friend if he doesn’t supply you with useful information?”

“Oh, and here I was thinking that I was your bestfriend because I’m your platonic soulmate,” Jimin scoffed. “Look Tae, the entire point of the Mating Ceremony is to let your heart and your nose do the deciding for you. If I tell you who’s participating and who’s not, it’ll cloud your judgement and then the whole thing will be moot.”

“Ugh, fine Mr. “I wanna be ethical”,” Taehyung sighed as he stood up from the table. “I gotta go and finish up my gift for the Ceremony so I’ll see you later.”

“See you later, Pouty Pants,” Jimin giggled as he waved his hand and Taehyung began to walk around the territory. He wasn’t lying when he said that he needed to go finish working on his courting gift, but he figured that it wouldn’t hurt to take a walk around the pack’s territory before he did.

Taehyung’s pack was pretty tight knit, though it was considered to be considerably larger than the other surrounding packs. Even though Taehyung’s family weren’t the ones who founded the pack, his great-great-grandfather was one of the first members to join the pack so Taehyung‘s family line literally had stakes in the very beginning of the pack. 

Growing up, Taehyung had been pretty well known around the pack but after he presented as an Alpha, it was as if he were a celebrity. Every unmated Alpha, Beta, and Omega seemed to be after him and admittedly, he had enjoyed the attention for the last few years but now, he was ready to find his mate, settle down, and start a family.

Just as Taehyung walked around the corner that separated the school building and the doctor’s house, he collided with a figure that had literally rushed into him. 

“Hey!” Taehyung yelped, gasping when the papers that the person had been holding fell down onto the ground. 

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, bending down and beginning to pick the papers up. Taehyung bent down as well, helping when he realized who you were.

“Y/N?” He called and you looked up at him, your eyes widening when you realize who he was.

“Oh Taehyung, I’m so sorry,” you apologized, bowing your head to him.

“No no no, it’s ok. Don’t worry about it,” he assured you. “Just let me help you with these.”

“I already ran into you, you don’t have to,” you tried to say but Taehyung just cut you off.

“I want to,” he chuckled and you just decided to let it go as the two of you finished picking up all of the fallen papers. Once you were both done, you stood up straight and Taehyung handed the small stack of papers that he had collected over to you. 

“So, where were you off to that has you in such a rush?” Taehyung wondered with a smile. 

“Well, uh, the start of Spring marks the halfway point in the second half of the schoolyear for the pups so I was in a rush to get their progress reports finished,” you explained and Taehyung couldn’t help but to smile at how shy you still seemed to be around him. 

The two of you knew of each other from around the pack and you went to school together, being as though the two of you were born in the same year. Because of that, you both had a lot of mutual friends but the two of you never hung out much because you were really shy and seemed almost scared of Taehyung so he always made sure to give you your space. 

“Ah, you do work in the school building,” he chuckled.

“With the seven to nine year olds,” you smiled. 

“I remember, I remember,” he nodded. “Well, besides that, how are you?”

“Good, good,” you replied. “Busy as ever this time of year, but good. How about yourself?”

“I’m good, just preparing for the Spring Festival, ” he told her. 

“Oh, are you doing the Mating Ceremony this year?” You asked and he nodded his head. 

“Are you?”

“I’ve never done it before and I don’t think I’ll start now,” you giggled. “It’s not really my thing.”

“What, finding your soulmate isn’t your thing?” Taehyung teased.

“No, I meant that not being picked by anyone wouldn’t be my thing,” you clarified. 

“Oh please, somebody would definitely choose you,” Taehyung said. “I know that we don’t talk much but anyone can see that you’re a good woman and a great Omega. I bet that any Alpha would be proud to have you be their mate.”

“Oh,” you uttered in surprise, and Taehyung couldn’t help but to feel a little sense of pride at how flustered he had made you. “T-Thank you Taehyung.”

“You’re welcome,” he grinned. 

“W-Well, I have to go,” you murmured. “See you around?”

“Yeah, see you,” Taehyung agreed but he didn’t know if you’d even heard him because you were already walking, almost running, away from him.

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Even though the Spring Fest was being held during the first week of April, Taehyung had made the decision that he’d be participating back in December of the previous year and this was because he wanted to make sure he had enough time to prepare his courting gift. A courting gift would show his future mate that he was serious about them so it took Taehyung a lot of thought to decide what he wanted to give his future mate. In the end though, it was actually Taehyung’s mother who helped him. 

He off-handedly mentioned that he was trying to figure out a gift and she ended up giving him his great-grandmother’s engagement ring. It was a ruby that sat on a nest of gold diamonds, with a gold band to accompany it. Taehyung was familiar with it because it was a family heirloom and he was so honored that his mother trusted him with it. 

When the first day of the Spring Fest arrived, Taehyung made sure that the ring box was nestled safely in the pocket of his slacks before he checked his appearance in the mirror. Wanting to look his best, he settled on a button up dress shirt that was a deep maroon color and paired it with black slacks. He added a few simple accessories like a few rings on both hands and earrings but he skipped any necklaces or bracelets, wanting to makes sure that nothing would get in the way of someone being able to smell his scent. 

“Let’s go find our mate,” Taehyung whispered to himself, making sure to fix his hair one last time before hurrying up and rushing out of the front door of his house. 

The Mating Ceremony was to be held in the large flower garden that was towards the back of the pack’s territory. The logic behind it was that finding your soulmate amongst beautiful things would help your relationship with said soulmate be beautiful as well. 

When Taehyung got there, he immediately spotted Jin and Jungkook sitting together on a bench so he walked over to them. 

“Hi Tae hyung!” Jungkook greeted him happily. 

“Hi,” Taehyung replied. “You guys came for moral support?”

“You know it,” Jin nodded. “You look really good Tae-ah.”

“Ready to find your soulmate?” Jungkook wondered.

“Thank you, and hopefully,” Taehyung sighed heavily. “I’m so nervous.”

“Don’t worry hyung, all you have to do is trust your nose,” Jungkook told him. 

“Kook’s right, you know our senses will never purposefully lead us wrong,” Jin added. 

“Thanks for the advice guys,” Taehyung chuckled, reaching out and ruffling Jungkook’s hair a little. Suddenly, a voice erupted over the loud speakers that had been placed around the garden. 

“The Mating Ceremony is about to commence,” the voice that Taehyung recognized as Jimin announced. “If you are offering a gift, please get into position.”

“Well, that’s my cue,” Taehyung said.

“Relax and don’t worry,” Jin advised him. “Just...let it happen.”

“Ok,” Taehyung nodded before turning around and walking over to a large wall of white roses. Falling into line with several other Alphas and Betas who were also participating in the Ceremony, he waited with baited breath as another line of Omegas and Betas stepped into the garden and walked over to stand right in front of the wall of roses. 

Every Omega or Beta had a veil or mask over their face so that they couldn’t be seen, and their own choice of outfit but most of them were dressed pretty formally, just like Taehyung was. 

“Alphas and Betas who are presenting gifts, you know the rules,” Jimin spoke up again. “No sneaking a peek at anybody until you offer them your gift and they actually accept it, no trying to force your gift upon anyone who makes it clear that they do not want it, and trust your instincts! Happy finding!”

Taehyung then closed his eyes, taking a deep inhale in order to smell the air around him. He picked up a few scents here and there, with hints of chocolate and mint but none of them especially stuck out to them. He then opened his eyes and they slightly widened when he saw some of the Alphas and Betas already offering gifts to some of the Betas and Omegas who had been waiting. He had to admit, it kind of shocked him because it was seemingly so simple for them but not for him. Deciding to follow everyone’s advice and trust his senses, he shut his eyes again and took another deep breath it, and that was when he smelled it.

The initial wave that hit his nose was reminiscent of tangerines, and then that was mixed with the scent of berries that seemed to almost intermingle with the tangerine scent. Those were two very typical scents, especially for Omegas, but what really caught Taehyung’s attention was the scent of pink champagne. It was something that he had never smelt in a scent before and before he could even realize it, he was moving towards the source of the scent.

When he realized that he had stepped up to the person that the scent belonged to, he took a second to look over them. It seemed to be a woman, who had on a flowing white dress along with a small matching white veil. Taehyung reached out and extended his wrist towards their nose for them to be able to smell his scent clearly and when the woman let out an appreciative hum, Taehyung’s heart clenched because this was it. He had found the one. 

Taehyung reached into his pocket and took out the ring box, extending it towards the woman. The woman then reached out and took the box from it, a soft giggle coming from her as she did so.

“Thank you,” the woman said and Taehyung’s eyes widened because he recognized the voice, he just couldn’t remember where from. When the woman reached up and lifted the veil back from her face, Taehyung wanted to kick himself for not immediately recognizing who the voice came from. 

“Hi,” you smiled. 

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“I cannot believe that I didn’t know that it was you,” Taehyung huffed.

“Well, that’s kind of the point Taehyung,” you giggled from your spot on his bed. After the ceremony had ended, Taehyung invited you back to his house so that the two of you could have some alone time.

“I just didn’t expect this,” he said as he sat down next to you.

“Are you...upset that I’m your mate?” You asked wearily and Taehyung immediately shook his head.

“No!” He exclaimed. “Even though we don’t talk much, I know that you’re amazing. Hell, Jungkook raves about you all the time. I also meant what I said the other day.”

“W-Well, that’s good,” you replied shyly. “By the way, I’m sorry for not talking to you much over the years.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” he shrugged. “I just figured that you were shy and I don’t mind that.”

“It wasn’t shyness, though,” you blurted and his eyebrows rose. 

“Really?”

“The truth is, I’ve had a crush on you since you presented,” you confessed. 

“Y/N, that was almost 10 years ago,” he gasped in surprise. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I never thought that I had a chance,” You chuckled. “For years, every unmated Omega and Beta and even some Alphas have been after you. When you look at them and then look at me, I’m not as interesting or as beautiful when compared to them. I don’t know, I just don’t think that I measure up.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Taehyung admonished you. “You’re gorgeous Y/N-ah, and the sweetest person I know.”

“Really?” You deadpanned.

“Absolutely,” he nodded. He could tell that you didn’t believe him though, so he decided to be honest. “You wanna know something?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve had a crush on you too,” he admitted, making your eyes widen. “Not for as long as you have, but at least two years. I just never made a move because you seemed so shy around me and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because I figured that you just weren’t interested.”

“Seriously?” You gasped and he nodded. “We’re a big pair of idiots then, huh?”

“Definitely,” he laughed as he reached over and grabbed both of your hands in his. “It’s a good thing that we both decided to participate in the Ceremony then, huh?”

“Another confession? I only joined because I was hoping that my Omega would be able to say to your Alpha what I’ve never been able to bring myself to say aloud,” you told him. 

“And what is that?”

“That I want to be with you, Kim Taehyung,” you replied. Taehyung felt his Alpha preen at your confession and it wasn’t that Taehyung had doubted the validity of the Ceremony but actually being able to feel the connection between the two of you only solidified everything for him.

“I want to be with you too Y/N L/N,” he smiled. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you giggled and Taehyung let go of your hands to set his hands on your cheeks, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss began soft at first, the both of you feeling a little nervous since this whole thing was so new.

It wasn’t until you laid back on the bed, pulling Taehyung down along with you that the two of you became more comfortable, you opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to slide against yours. Taehyung set his hand on your thigh, gently tracing random shapes with his fingertips as you kissed each other passionately.

“Y/N, I have to ask you something,” he murmured and you pulled away from his lips to look up at him. 

“What is it?”

“Are you a virgin?” He wondered and you felt your cheeks warm up immediately. “I’m not trying to be intrusive or anything, I just want to know so that I can gauge how comfortable you are.”

“Do you remember when I dated Xiumin?” You asked him and he rolled his eyes.

“That dickhead? Yeah,” he huffed.

“I lost my virginity to him.”

“Well, I can’t say that I’m in love with that piece of information,” he admitted.

“I only dated him because I was trying to get over you, which sounds really bad when I say it out loud,” you laughed. “That was around the same time that you were dating Jisoo.”

“Ah,” he said as he set his fingertips over your lips to silence you. “We don’t mention that forbidden name.”

“Ok, sorry,” you giggled. 

“So, if I told you that I want to have sex with you tonight,” Taehyung began, making your lower half clench around nothing. “Would you want to?”

“Yes,” you rushed out. “I want to.”

“Good, because I want to too,” he smiled before leaning down and kissing you again. You moaned into his mouth when he moved over so that he was on top of you, his lips never leaving yours as he did so. He then trailed his lips downwards, licking and sucking on the skin of your neck. 

“Ohh,” you sighed in pleasure, reaching down and tangling your fingers in his hair. Taehyung pulled away and reached up to grab your hands, untangling them from his hair and holding your wrists firmly when he placed them back down on the bed above your head, holding them there. 

“You keep these here for me, ok?” He asked and you could tell from his tone that he was both asking for permission and clarification. 

“Ok,” you whispered and he smiled. 

“Perfect Omega,” he murmured as he went back to kissing your neck and you had to clasp your hands together because you were too tempted to reach down and touch him again. After he had left a few marks on your neck, he brought his hands up and grabbed onto your breasts which made you gasp.

“As beautiful as this dress is Y/N-ah, I think we should take it off now. Yeah?” Taehyung suggested and you nodded your head rapidly. He moved off of you so that you could sit up and he moved around the bed on his knees so that he was behind you. He reached out and pulled down the zipper on your dress, and you reached up and pulled the dress down off of your shoulders. Once your arms were out of it, you got up onto your knees and pushed it down your legs and onto the floor. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous Y/N-ah,” he muttered huskily as he took in the sight of you in your stark white bralette and white lace panties. Your Omega preened at his praise, making your cheeks warm up.

“Really?”

“Really,” he smiled, moving back around your body and leaning down so that he was face to face with your breasts as he reached out to grab ahold of them. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” you whispered as he pulled the material of the bralette to the side, causing both of your breasts to fall out. Without another word, he leaned forward and sucked your nipple into his mouth. You couldn’t help but to fall back on the bed, Taehyung falling along without a problem and not letting up on the onslaught that was his tongue.

Once your nipple had stiffened to a peak, he switched over to your other nipple and gave it the same treatment. You could smell your scent from in between your thighs, the notes of berries and pink champagne becoming stronger and stronger the wetter you became. 

You knew Taehyung could smell you too, because you could feel the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh. 

“Fuck, Alpha,” you whimpered. “Wanna suck you off.”

“Whatever you want baby,” he agreed easily after pulling his mouth away from you, sitting up and reaching down to unbutton his slacks. You sat up, watching with hooded eyes as he unzipped them, pushing them down a little bit so that he was able to pull out his cock and your mouth literally watered at the sight of it. 

Taehyung’s cock wasn’t enormous, but it was definitely longer than average and it looked to be thick. You reached out and wrapped both of your hands around his length, and you felt yourself become wetter when you realized that you couldn’t even wrap your hands around him completely.

“Fuck, I can smell you baby,” he grumbled and you moaned softly at the pet name. “Do you like what you see?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. He exhaled harshly, looking down to watch as you did your best to take as much of him in your mouth as possible. You actually managed to do pretty good, doing your best to breathe through your nose as you sunk down closer and closer to the base of his cock. 

“Oh fuck,” he huffed. “Such a good girl, taking Alpha’s cock down your throat.” Bringing your hands back up, you stacked both of them on top of each other as you jerked him off while suckling on the head of his cock. 

“God, that feels good. Makes me want to fuck your throat,” he grumbled. “You gonna let me do that one day baby? Gonna let Alpha use your mouth?”

“Mmm, yes Alpha,” you gasped after releasing him from your mouth, your spit acting as lube as you continued to jerk him off. 

“Fuck, lay down for me,” he instructed you. “I have to taste you.” You didn’t hesitate to follow his instructions, laying back on the bed and resting on your forearms as you watched him push his slacks and boxers down and off his legs before he moved onto unbuttoning his shirt. 

He wasn’t overly muscular but you could still see the outline of what would be a six-pack, and your inner Omega loved the fact that your Alpha would be able to protect you if need be. 

Taehyung laid down on his front in between your legs, pulling your panties to the side before leaning forward and licking a stripe up your pussy, from your slit up to your clit. You gasped, your thighs involuntarily coming to together but Taehyung’s hands came up to push them back down. 

“Be still and let me make you come baby,” he whispered and you nodded numbly. He then went back to licking at you, making you whine and squirm underneath him. 

“Huh, holy shit,” you gasped, your chest beginning to move up and down quickly as your orgasm approached you. “Please don’t stop Tae.”

“Mmm,” he moaned against you, shaking his head back and forth over your clit which made his tongue do the same. 

“Do that again,” you requested and he obliged you, shaking his head back and forth rapidly and you felt your orgasm winding to it’s end in your abdomen. “Fuck yes, I’m gonna come.” Your head fell back onto the bed and just as you closed your eyes and felt yourself about to tip over the edge into ecstasy, Taehyung pulled away from you. 

“What?” You whimpered as you opened your eyes, looking down at him. 

“I want you to come on my knot,” he told you. He reached out and grabbed the band of your panties, pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. He then settled himself in between your thighs, leaning down and letting his cock rub against your clit. 

“If you want me to come on your knot, you shouldn’t do that,” you whimpered.

“You could come like this?” He wondered in awe and you nodded your head. “We’re gonna have to test that out one day.”

“We have the rest of our lives for that,” you promised him. 

“You got that right,” he smiled, moving his hips so that he could slide inside of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands gripping onto his arms as he slowly opened you up. 

“Fuh, fuck,” you stuttered, your eyes fluttering closed at how good he felt inside of you, stretching you out in the best way.

“God, you’re so tight but you’re opening up so well for me baby,” Taehyung grunted, making sure to push his hips as close to yours as he could so that he could go as deep as possible. “You really are my mate, huh?”

“Yes,” you whispered, your mind barely being able to comprehend his words because the feeling of being completely and utterly clouded all of your senses. He continued to roll his hips against yours, his cock dragging against your walls as he did. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, how much I’ve thought about this,” he muttered. “I’d see you walking around the territory all shy, keeping your eyes low so that people wouldn’t approach you and all I could think about was that you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and how much I wanted to fuck you with my knot.”

“Mmm, knot,” you slurred, making Taehyung smile because of course knot was the word that you caught. 

“I’d watch you with the pups, teaching them and being so gentle and patient with them and my only thought would be about how I wanted to fuck some pups of my own into you so that you could be their mother,” he groaned, his hips stuttering slightly when he felt your walls clench around him like a vice grip. “Oh, you want that? Want Alpha to give you some pups?”

“Fuck yes,” you moaned wantonly, moving your own hips so that you were fucking back onto him. “Want your cum, want a pup.”

“I’ll give it to you baby,” he swore as he began to fuck you faster. “Alpha will give you anything you want.”

“W-want you,” you whined as you felt your orgasm quickly building back up again. 

“You have me baby,” he chuckled deeply. “You always have, I think.”

“A-alpha, g-gonna c-c-come,” you managed to utter as your body moved up and down the bed, the force of Taehyung fucking you literally moving you on the bed. 

“Go ahead so that I can knot you gorgeous,” he encouraged you. You reached down and set your fingertips on your clit, only managing to make two circles on it before you were coming. Your thighs spasmed and clutched around Taehyung’s waist, the rest of your body shaking on the bed from how forceful your orgasm was. 

“T-Tae,” you whimpered, your body shivering even after the crest of your orgasm had passed. Taehyung leaned down, pressing soft kisses against your face that were in stark contrast to how he was still fucking you. 

“So good for me baby,” he whispered. “Came so prettily for me.”

“Kiss me,” you pleaded weakly and he just smiled at you before pressing his lips against yours. The force coming from how hard he was thrusting into you caused your mouth to fall open and Taehyung didn’t hesitate to stick his tongue inside, exploring around.

You literally felt his cock pulse inside of you and before you could pull away in order to ask, ropes of his cum flooded into you. His knot inflated immediately afterwards, making you moan as it forced its’ way inside of you. 

“Holy shit Y/N-ah,” he panted as he hid his face in your neck, collapsing on top of you. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”

“Me either,” you admitted with a giggle. “I loved it though.”

“Me too,” he muttered as he pulled himself up so that he could look down at you. “I know this is probably a weird thing to ask given what we just got finished doing, but you accept the fact that you’re my mate right?”

“Tae, of course,” you smiled. “My Omega would hate me if I rejected you and you know our wolf side doesn’t lie.”

“I guess I just wanted to know if it was as strong for you as it was for me,” he mumbled and you placed your hands on his cheeks, making him look down at you. 

“You’re my mate Kim Taehyung,” you told him. “I knew it and felt it the moment that you gave me your wrist and I smelled your scent.”

“I knew it too,” he smiled. “I’ll give you your bite in the morning, I’m just too tired right now.”

“No complaints from me,” you laughed. “Coming so hard can definitely take a lot out of a person.” Taehyung then laid his head down on your chest and you reached up, setting your hands in his hair as you began to play with the sweaty strands.

“I’m so glad that my Alpha chose you,” he muttered sleepily and you could feel the goofy smile spread onto your face before you leaned down and kissed the top of his head. 

“Me too Tae,” you sighed in contentment. “Me too.”

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[sportanime-maniac]

Request!!

so can you write a scenario about how kuroo is getting on a flight back home and he ends up sitting next to a girl he doesn’t know(the reader😱) and they start up a conversation and realize they have tons in common and they live in the same city and they just talk the whole plane ride. then when the plane lands they leave the airport together and go out on a date or something??

Ok, so it's slightly different to what you asked, but I'm going to make it so they've actually met briefly before if that's ok. The outcome will still be the same though! :D

Kuroo always loved visiting his family in Australia - it was his yearly holiday, as well as restbite from the family he called the Nekoma Volleyball Team. As much as he loved them all, he could not bring himself to be with them 24/7, 365 days a year. The one thing he didn't particularly like was the airports and flying. Sure, he could speak English, and read it, but it was difficult when so many people spoke the language so fast and with so many different accents. (Trust me, people from the north of England cannot be understood by the people from the south of England because of the accents.) He checked in, put his luggage through, and went through security, sighing. 'The difficult part was over' he thought to himself, buying some water and food for the flight before going to his gate.

Shortly after, he got onto his flight, and sat in his seat. It wasn't a big plane, so there were only four seats per row, rather than six or nine. He sat on the aisle seat, waiting to be asked to move. He waited for a few minutes, before someone stopped next to him. He looked up, and in mild surprise, saw someone of his own nationality. He hoped she spoke Japanese, but didn't hold any expectations.

"Hi, um my seats the one next to the window," she said, in Japanese, and he sighed in relief, before moving and noticing she had quite a big bag.

"Do you want me to put that up here?" he asked, pointing to the overhead locker.

"Oh, yes please, thank you," she replied gratefully, and slipped into her seat. As he put her bag in the overhead locker, he couldn’t help but notice the volleyball keyring on it. As he sat down, and put his seatbelt on, he spoke,

"I'm glad that I'm not next to an Australian. It's difficult to understand them sometimes," he admitted. She grinned, and he noticed just then that she was probably a similar age to him.

"I agree. Although I can understand them, it takes all my concentration," she agreed. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself, my name is ___," she bowed her head.

"Kuroo, Kuroo Tetsuro. That's a pretty name though, ___...-san?" he said, asking about the honorific.

"Thank you. Just call me ___. Honorifics are too formal," she told him. He nodded. He was about to speak again when the air host started explaining the emergency procedures. Next to him, he noticed the female yawn. She glanced over to him, and started mouthing the exact words, and doing the actions of the plane employees in an eccentric, slightly camp manner, to which he grinned. She obviously flew a lot, which he could relate to. After the announcements, the plane started moving at a taxi around the airport to the runway.

"Do you like flying, Kuroo-kun?" she asked, popping a piece of chewing gum in her mouth to help her ears pop when they got in the air, and offering a piece to him. He accepted one, thanking her.

"Well, I don't dislike it, but it can be a bit unnerving," he told her. She chuckled.

"I agree." They were silent for the take off, both watching out the window, saying their silent goodbye to the land of Kangaroo's and Christmas' in summer.

"___?" Kuroo asked.

"Yes?"

"Do you like volleyball? I noticed you had a keyring on your bag," he said, excusing himself from the embarrassment of the extremely random question.

"Like it? I'm a manager for my university," she told him. "I'm a first year, and I was a manager in high school too. I just love to watch it…" she said, remembering the last game her team had played.

"Oh! You're only a year older than me then. I play volleyball at my highschool, and I totally agree that it's an amazing game to watch," he told her. They spoke about their respective high school teams, and how awesome they were.

"Which high school were you at? Kuroo asked, out of curiosity. (Just go with this please.)

"Fukurodani," she told him. He just stared at her as though she was an alien. "What?" she asked him cautiously.

"You're kidding right?" he asked.

"No…why?"

"So, do you know Bokuto, and Akaashi?" he asked. Her eyes lit up.

"Wait, you know those two as well?" she asked. He laughed.

"I go to Nekoma," he told her. She frowned, and thought back to the many training camps, before it clicked.

"You're the time delay attack kid!" she said, before going red and apologising. He laughed.

"Is that the best nickname you can come up with?" he asked. She grinned.

"Oh shush. You probably don't remember me, do you?" she asked. His grin fell a little.

"Not really. I was too busy trying to beat that hyper owl," he said. She chuckled.

"Don't worry about it. This is such a weird coincidence though," she shivered, a little weirded out. Over the course of the flight, they played cards, spoke about random topics, nerded out, and made consistent jokes. It was probably the most enjoyable flight either of them had been on. Kuroo went to the bathroom just before the descent was about to start, but when he came back he had a small frown on his face.

"Why do they have frosted windows in the aeroplane bathroom? Who's going to be looking in at 30,000 feet?" he muttered to himself. ___ heard this and chuckled.

"If this were a submarine, I'd say a diver, but I really don't know," she thought about it. They were both way too perplexed by it.

"Why are we even thinking about this? That's so random," Kuroo shook his head, chuckling.

"Well, random is my middle name," ___said, grinning. He shook his head. Over the past few hours, they'd gotten quite close, and Kuroo noticed that he found her really easy to talk to. She hadn't judged him once, for his puns, accidental nerdiness, or his over obsession with volleyball. In fact, she was pretty much the same. He was glad that she was quite open to teasing and jokes made at her own expense, just as much as he was. She had teased him about his hair, while he teased her about her height, which they both just laughed at. Their mood was going down just as the plane was, and they both realised they didn't really want to say goodbye to each other for good at the airport.

"Hey, ___? What do you say to meeting up sometime?" Kuroo asked as the plane landed. She looked over at him in surprise, her eyes not hiding the fact that she'd thought about the exact same thing, before she grinned, a glint appearing in her eyes.

"Are you asking me on a date, Kuroo Tetsuro?" she returned the question. As she did, he realised that asking her out on a date was exactly what he was doing.

"As a matter of fact, I am," he replied. She didn't fluster or fault, but chuckled.

"Then of course I will meet up with you sometime…for a date," she told him. Most girls he spoke to got flustered, or sometimes even couldn’t talk, because all they knew him as was the captain of the volleyball team. ___ hadn't done any of those things. She was just as dorky and awkward as him, but had the same amount of confidence as he would have expected from someone who used to have to babysit Bokuto. Someone without a small ego, or masses of confidence could never do that.

As they walked through the airport at arrivals and went through passport control, ___ wrote her phone number down and gave it to him.

"Let me know when and where, and I'll be there. I wouldn't be opposed to a conversation now and then too," she told him. He chuckled.

"As you wish," Kuroo said. They both grinned, and said farewell, but they both knew it was only temporary, as they both wanted to see each other again as much as the other did.

___ got into a taxi, and told him directions to her flat. As she turned off aeroplane mode on her phone, she got several texts. Two from her mother, one from her best friend, and one from an unsaved number. She replied to her family and friend first before opening it with a small smile and blush on her face.

If you hadn't guessed, it's your sky high guy. She laughed. Even though it was so cringe how he started the conversation, she couldn't help but love how he broke the ice so easily, and removed awkwardness from any situation.

That's the name going in my phone now, and you're just going to have to deal with it, until you come up with a better one, she replied. A few seconds later, her phone buzzed again, and she opened the message.

Then I guess we'll have to go for that date sooner than later, otherwise I'll be stuck with it.

It was only a few days later, and they had both just about recovered from the flight, when they met up in Tokyo. Neither of them had actually seen the other in their natural environment, since you choose comfy clothes for flying, rather than your favourite ones if you're smart. ___ arrived at the meeting point on time and looked around, to see the male she was looking for standing against a wall. Grinning, she walked over.

"Hey, sky high guy, it's good to see you again," she greeted, and he laughed, his normal hyena laugh, which was infectious and made the female grin too.

"Alright, we're going to have to change that," he told her, as he looked her over. He wasn't really bothered about how a girl looked, since he had basically already fallen in love with her personality. When he had got home, he messaged his brOWL, and told him who he'd met, and Bokuto gave a very accurate description of the female he had met, as well as more.

"She's feisty, and competitive, so if you challenge her, prepare to lose," he said, and coming from Bokuto, who almost always won everything he set his mind to, that was high praise.

"How about we go for some food, and then go to the arcades?" Kuroo asked, and he physically felt her eyes light up at the challenge.

"Sure, where do you want to eat?" she asked; her voice not betraying the fact she really wanted to kick ass in the arcade.

"Wherever," Kuroo replied. She laughed.

"Then I'm just going to be honest and tell you that I'm quite happy going to get takeaway grease food," she admitted. Kuroo realised that he already related too much to this female already, and laughed.

"Then takeaway it is. Let's go," he said, taking her hand, and off they went, on their wonderfully relaxed date. They didn't need to be formal, nor did they need to hold up to any expectation, as they'd already seen each other in an aeroplane. What could be a better way to meet someone, since they're obviously not on the lookout for someone to date, so they're not putting any effort into anything. It was perfect, and anyone who saw the two together agreed.

#kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu!! #kuroo tetsurō #private request #thank you! #i loved writing this #enjoy!

[hoyoungy]

On-Air | Vernon/Hansol (I)

genre: fluff, comedy, slight angst, college au | vernon x radio personality!reader summary: under the pseudonym Honey, you are the host of the most popular radio show in the city called Honey Time Radio where you give advice about relationships, school, and life in general. when it comes to your own love-life, however, you don’t have the best luck, and you don’t even follow your own advice! so what happens when you get a call from a listener who’s asking you advice on how to get to your heart? word count: 2880 a/n: oh my god i was stuck between wanting to write this for vernon, wonwoo, or woozi for the longest time, but ultimately decided vernon. i hope it fits him well! warnings include swearing, mentions of alcohol, and that it’s an extremely dialogue-heavy fic. as seen on my ao3

part ii

“Good evening, everyone. It is 9:48 on a Friday night and I am but twelve minutes away until I am free and only an hour and twelve minutes away until I have a drink in my hand. If you’re just tuning in, then you just missed my totally normal conversation with caller number three about her recurring ‘sock on the door handle’ dilemma with her roommate,” you sigh into the mic as a nostalgic smile appears on your lips. “I didn’t think people still do that stuff! I haven’t heard of a sock on the knob since my freshman year in college. You’d think people would be courteous enough to just shoot you a text, but nope, they can’t even do that, huh? Caller number nine, what do you think?”

“I think it’s just lazy and rude! I’d be pissed if I came home after a long night of studying at the library and see a damn sock on my door. If I were her, I would not give a fuck and just walk in.”

“Whoops, we’ll have to bleep some of that,” you chuckle. “Thanks for your input, number nine! Caller number thirteen, how about you?”

“I mean, I’d probably just go to neighbor’s dorm or somewhere else… I don’t really see a big deal about it, you know? Or she should just get back before her roommate does! Or tell the RA?”

“Number thirteen, I think we all know that no one likes a snitch,” you tease. “But thanks for your input. Anything to say, number twenty-two?”

“Just join them.”

“Whoa ok, that’s the end of that,” you said, cutting number twenty-two off before they could go further. “I think we have time for one more caller. You’re on the line, what can I do for you?”

“Hello, hi! Oh wow, I’m so nervous,” your caller giggled cutely. “S-So, there’s this boy…”

“There’s always a boy.”

“Yeah, right? So there’s this boy and I really like him. A lot. But I’ve never really said more than five words to him at a time. He’s just so cute that I get so flustered and I have to like, leave the lecture hall right away. He’s going to this party that I’ll be at tonight, and I really want to talk to him, but I don’t know what to say? Or do? Do you think I should drink before I talk to him? You know, liquid courage? Or-or how about -”

“Whoa, ok slow down! Take a deep breath,” you ushered. “Everything’s going to be fine. You don’t need a shot of some cheap vodka or a sip of some diluted jungle juice to get you through a conversation with this guy. Wait, is this your first conversation with him?”

“Yeah…”

“… Ok, maybe like, one shot will do the trick. But you know, I’ve definitely been there. I think the majority of us listening have definitely been there, too. It can be nerve-wrecking and terrifying, I totally get it. But once you start the conversation, once you get the hang of it, I assure you it’s smooth sailing from there. But you can’t be one of those people that stares him down waiting for him to start the conversation with you, you know? YOU gotta be the one to initiate. Show him you’re interested.”

“What do I even say? What do I talk about with him?”

“Definitely not school, the weather, his exes. Those are the three no-nos. I’d say… Start off by asking about him. Ask if he’s into the kind of music that’s playing, or what potato chip flavor should you choose to eat from the chip bowl, or if he’s a dog person or a cat person. If you approach him and you’re really way too nervous for a conversation at that moment, a usual go-getter is to ask them to play beer pong. Guys love beer pong for some reason. I don’t get it, but hey, if it works, right?”

“What if he says no…?”

You sigh lightly, briefly thinking about how many times people have asked you that question. “Then it wasn’t meant to be.”

“Just like that?”

“You could waste your time pining after someone who doesn’t appreciate how wonderful you or you could spend your time finding someone who will. Men ain’t shit, you know?”

“_____!” Dj Wonwoo hissed.

“Sorry. We’ll edit that out,” you smirked.

“You’re right… But he’s soooo cute ~! Ok, I’ll try what you said and if it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out. Thanks so much, Honey!”

“No problem. All right, that’s about it for tonight. Remember to stay safe out there if you’re going out tonight, that no one is worth that one shot of vodka, and most importantly, to bring a hair tie for your long-haired friends that might need it when they’re throwing up in the toilet. I’ll see you guys on Monday. Thank you for listening to Honey Time Radio. This is Honey signing off.”

When the ‘On-Air’ light shut off in the studio, you took off your headphones and leaned back against your chair, letting out a loud groan.

“Can you at least try to keep the language clean!? The head of the department might suspend the show! Again,” Wonwoo scolds, hanging his headphones on the hook.

“Sorry, ok! I gotta support my girls out there and tell them the hard truth that men are trash.”

“You only say that because you don’t take your own advice, which I still don’t understand.”

“I am a complex woman, Wonwoo. I don’t need a man, anyways! Besides, it might blow my cover if I follow my own advice.”

“Whatever you say. You ready to go to Mingyu’s?”

“Yes, dear God. I need a drink so badly.”

“We were on air for only like, three hours today…”

“Being the campus’s advice guru is draining, ok.”

“You know Hansol’s going tonight,” Wonwoo said as you both approach the door.

“The goodie two-shoes that looks like a bad boy?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“Ok, so?”

“So ~ what do you think about him?”

You look at Wonwoo with a cautious stare and see that he’s giving you another one of his weird smirks. “Uh, he’s cool, I guess.”

“That’s it!?”

“Well, what do you want me to say!? I barely know him!”

You’ve met Hansol only a handful of times all throughout your years in college. Actually, you didn’t really know many of Wonwoo’s friends because you’re so preoccupied with your own studies and thinking up topics to discuss on the show that you never bothered to socialze too much, which was completely fine with you, as it kept your identity as Honey anonymous. Your first impression of Hansol was the same as Wonwoo’s (which is never a good sign) - he looked like he was your stereotypical bad boy that gave absolutely no fucks. But the same day you met him you felt guilty because, surprise, he was actually really nice.

But aren’t they all at first?

“He always asks about you. Well, about Honey.”

“He’s not the first guy to ask you about her, what makes him special?”

“Hansol’s a special guy. You’ll see,” Wonwoo smiles as he knocks on the door.

“You said that about Mingyu, and look how that turned out.”

“That was clearly a mistake…”

“Dj Hyung ~!” a flushed Mingyu swung the door open, holding two cups of stuff at his fingertips. “And Noona! Here, drink this!”

He shoves the red cups in yours and Wonwoo’s hands and neither of you hesitate to chug it down.

“That’s the spirit. Come in, it’s just getting started!”

The music was already loud before Mingyu opened the door, but when you stepped into his apartment, you could barely hear your own thoughts. The hallways were crowed with people making out or waiting in line for the bathroom and the rooms were dark filled with people dancing.

“How’s my girlfriend Honey doing? Why isn’t she here with you guys!?” Mingyu pouted, guiding you and Wonwoo to the drinks.

“She said she had a, uh, project due at midnight, so she couldn’t come,” you lied. “She said happy birthday, though.”

“I’ll never get to meet the love of my life…” You cringed at his whining. Mingyu was a prime example of why you didn’t want to reveal yourself. Though if he ever does find out, you’re sure he’d back off right away.

In the kitchen where the drinks were, you see Hansol standing next to the punch bowl talking to a girl who seemed too shy for this kind of environment. She reminded you a lot like your last caller of the night. He saw the three of you approach him and he errupted with his wide, gummy grin that was too cute even for you.

“Hey!” he greeted the both of you, though it seemed his focus was more on you than your partner in crime. “You made it.”

“Wouldn’t miss little Mingyu’s birthday for the world,” you said.

“I’m 21!” he screamed, shoving a shot of something in your hands. “Cheers!”

While your two tall friends take the shot, you toss yours into Hansol’s cup, who gladly accepts.

“S-So, Hansol!” Oh yeah, he was talking to someone else before you came and interrupted. Whoops. “Do you listen to Honey Time Radio?”

Your ears perked up at your name. You always loved hearing about what others thought about your show. It was enlightening and it helped you steer the show in a good direction.

“I love Honey Time Radio!” Hansol beamed, and you can’t help but smile with pride at his enthusiasm. “I want to meet her one day. She always sounds so profound and just amazing, you know? I want to have a conversation with her over a cup of coffee or something. Just to talk.”

A deep blush formed on your cheeks. In all the times you’ve heard boys talk about Honey, they only talked about how hot you sounded or how funny you were. Never had they said anything like wanting to just talk. Was hot in here or was it the alcohol?

“How about you, _____?” Hansol asked you, pulling away from your thoughts.

“H-Huh? Me?” You looked around the kitchen to find your scapegoats Mingyu and Wonwoo, but they’re nowhere to be seen. You cursed yourself for not paying attention. “Uh, yeah, I-I love Honey. She sounds like she cares for her listeners. She’s someone I can look up to,” you said, definitely tooting your own horn.

“Yeah, right!? It’s like she’s talking to you and you only…” You look at Hansol getting lost in his own thoughts and you feel proud that you had that sort of effect on him.

Well, that Honey had that effect on him.

The three of you hear glass break in one of the rooms, followed by Wonwoo screaming, “Mingyu, what the fuck!”

“That’s my cue to go,” you said, trying to escape being the third wheel. “I’ll see you later -”

“Wait, I’ll go with you!” Hansol said, speeding past you towards the crash and leaving the other girl speechless.

“Why did you leave? She was totally interested in you!” you asked.

“She was so bland! She asked me about, like, music and stuff…”

Uh oh, that might have been your doing. But that’s a great conversation starter, right!? Since when was music a bland topic to talk about!?

“You didn’t even want to give her the chance?”

“I just couldn’t do it. Besides, I’m too distracted trying to watch over Mingyu-hyung, since Wonwoo-hyung clearly can’t,” he chuckled.

You sighed as you followed Hansol, his hand grasping your arm as he pushed passed the people so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd. Just as you thought you were finally getting closer to figuring men out, you’re taken all the way back to square one. You silently apologize to all the people who took your advice and completely scratch that advice from your mental idea board.

In the living room, you and Hansol see Wonwoo picking up the broken pieces of a vase while Mingyu peaks through the curtains of his windows.

“Mingyu, what are you doing -”

“Cops! Cops are here! Every body out!” he screamed, cutting you off.

In a matter of seconds, all of the people in his apartment ran out the front door, the back door, through the windows, every orafice of the apartment, leaving only you, Hansol, Mingyu, and Wonwoo.

“How long have we been here,” you asked, helping Wonwoo pick up the pieces.

“Twelve minutes.”

“Great. I’m going home then.”

“Ok, I’ll stay here and watch over Mingyu - wait, where did he go?”

The three of you hear him loudly puking in the bathroom.

“At least he made it to the bathroom…” Wonwoo sighed.

“I’ll walk you home,” Hansol offered.

“Wait, what?” you asked, whipping your head to look at him. The last thing you wanted was to be left alone with Hansol and make awkward conversation. “That’s ok, I can go by myself.”

“No way, not with all the crime alert emails we get every day. It’s too dangerous.”

“Yeah, _____, let him walk you home.” You could hear the pushy tone in Wonwoo’s voice as he tried to be subtle with you. When Hansol wasn’t looking, he mouthed to you ‘don’t fight it!’

“O-Ok,” you nodded. “Let’s go.”

Hansol beamed at your acceptance and followed you out the door. You tried to think up of at least five different conversation topics so that the walk wasn’t spent in silence. At least you wouldn’t ask him about music… But then what would you talk about!?

“So, how’s working with Wonwoo?” he asked you.

“A pain in the ass.”

“I bet. I’m surprised he does any work at all.”

“Actually, he does a lot more than you think,” you said. Wonwoo was infamously known for being a sleepy sloth, but when it came to the show, he put his whole heart into it, just like you. You - well, Honey - took pride in being his partner. “He does a lot of behind the scene stuff that no one gets to hear.”

“What do you do there?”

“I edit and upload the podcast. Honey likes to swear a lot, so I gotta bleep that out.” You came up with this fantastic lie when Mingyu first asked you what you did at the station. It wasn’t a complete lie - you just weren’t telling the whole truth.

“That’s so cool! Have you seen her before!?”

“A couple of times, but she always leaves to go back to her apartment.”

“Damn, I’m so curious about her! Every time I catch her show, I can’t stop thinking about her for the rest of the night. I’ve been begging Wonwoo for months to let me come down and meet her.”

“Jeez, months?” You blushed again at the mere thought that Hansol really wanted to meet Honey.

“Yeah. I meant it when I said I want to just have a conversation with her. Like, an intelligent one, about life or the stars, that cheesy shit, you know? No one seems to believe me when I say that, though,” he chuckled.

“She does have a lot of admirers.”

“Is it because her and Wonwoo have a thing going on?”

“Oh God, no!” you defended a little too quickly. You cleared your throat when Hansol raised his brow at you. “No, no, absolutely not, that’s just… No, that’s gross. Honey and Wonwoo? Never.”

“… Do you have a thing for Wonwoo?”

“I love Wonwoo, but you know, not like that.”

“Whatever you say, _____ ~”

You arrived in front of your apartment not long after. When you turned to say good bye, you were stunned by the soft smile he gave you. It was genuine, like he was happy that you let him walk you home.

“Thanks for walking me. You really didn’t have to,” you said.

“But I wanted to! Besides, I heard that you think I’m some kind of bad boy.”

“Dammit, Wonwoo! That was when I first met you! Not anymore, I swear.”

“It’s because I walked you home, huh?” he smirked.

“That, and that I also need to not judge people so quickly.”

“Well, that just means we need to hang out together more.”

“Hangout?” you asked, not sure if you heard correctly.

“Yeah. Let’s grab lunch together sometime. Or even just study. I heard you’re pretty good at Biology, and uh, I’m kind of failing it right now.”

“Only if you help me in English.”

“It’s a date!” he grinned. “Well, a lunch date… Study date… Y-You know…”

“Yes, I get it,” you laughed.

“Can I get your number? Or e-mail, or something…?”

Oh no, he was so cute tripping over his words… You mentally slapped yourself to get it together. You held out your hand as a way to ask for his phone and put in your number.

“Cool! I mean great. I mean thanks… I’ll just text you.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Hansol gave you a shy wave good bye as he walked away. From a distance, you could see him shake his head from embarrassment.

Wonwoo was right - Hansol’s quite the special guy. You could already feel yourself dig a hole that you might not make it out of.

#svt-writers #vernon #hansol #seventeen #svt #hansol vernon chwe #seventeen vernon #seventeen hansol #svt vernon #svt hansol #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt scenarios #svt imagines #k-pop #kpop #radio au #au

[thekidultlife]

#3 First Time | 30 Nights with Jeon Wonwoo |

30 Nights with Jeon Wonwoo

((This went longer than I intended. I was probably drunk when I wrote this))

You hated parties.

Like seriously, parties are a bane of your existence. No, it’s not like you hated the presence of other people—you can actually socialize without much problem— what you hated was what usually happens in college parties like the one you were invited in just now.

Parties are wild, you’re prim and proper.  Parties are loud, you’re quiet and controlled. Parties are alcohol and sex, you’re studies and ambitions.

So, why are you in a party in the first place?

Well, that’s because your best friend just had to go to the biggest party of the campus and you can’t just let her run wild alone. So basically, you’re stuck in a living room holding a paper cup with cheap cocktail in it as you tried to reason to yourself that going to the party was a logical decision.

You could see one of the party’s hosts: Choi Seungcheol downing a bottle of gin as if it was water; probably lost a bet. Resident dancer Kwon Soonyoung was having a blast playing with Just Dance while Boo Seungkwan and Lee Seokmin were having a karaoke battle. There are couples scattered here and there—Wen Junhui was kissing a different chick this time as others were making out and others doing things that are supposed be in the bedroom.

Jesus Christ.

“You don’t like the party?”

Someone suddenly spoke next to you that you almost shifted away. You regarded him carefully—he was tall, that you saw immediately; and looked sort of pissed—and you recognized that he was a classmate of yours who had one of the highest grades in class but never knew his name since he blended well with Choi Seungcheol’s band of merry men.

“Don’t worry. I don’t hate your party, I hate all parties in general,” you replied coldly and took a sip of your cocktail.

You were surprised though when he suddenly laughed, his nose crinkling adorably, too adorable for your tastes, and then looked at you, quite amused.

“That’s a relief, then,” he replied and took a few considerable moments to think of a conversation starter. “I’m not too fond of parties myself.”

“Well, no shit,” you remarked, sarcasm dripping from your words. All you wanted was to stop conversing but you were too polite to just stand up and leave. Both of you were silent for a while until he began talking again.

“Oh, I’m Jeon Wonwoo, by the way,” he said after noticing the dead air between the two of you as he held out his hand. “And you are?”

You raised your brow at him and graced him a smirk. “What makes you think I’ll tell you my name?”

When you thought his innocent, dorky smile could not go any further, it then morphed into an unbelievably smug grin. Your smirk disappeared in an instant when he pulled you by the arm; leaning his lips by your ear, his breath made your heart beat rise to a few notches.

“Oh I’ll know soon enough.”

The person named Jeon Wonwoo released your arm as fast as he had seized it and stalked away, melting in the crowd of party animals. You were left on the sofa, rubbing the area where he had grabbed you as you saw him disappear.

“What the hell…”

“Y/N!” Your best friend drawled—obviously drunk—as she swung her arm around your shoulders. “This is…an awesome party…!”

“Okay, this is a sign that we should head home. Let’s go,” you remarked sternly as you tried to drag her up from the sofa.

“No waaaaaaay! Don’t wanna…go home!” she whined as your groaned and rolled your eyes. Seems like the way home will be extra hard.

“ALRIGHT PEOPLE!” You then heard the booming voice of Choi Seungcheol which made you turn your head to his direction.

No, no, no. We have to leave, like right now!

“Let’s play a game!” He continued as he dashed towards the living room and stood on top of the low coffee table. “Ever heard of the King’s Game?”

People flocked around him like a bunch of dogs, including his close friends while you were forced back on the sofa with your overly-enthusiastic and drunk best friend clapping like a seal.

Dammit it Seungcheol.

“We’ll only play with the people who are seated first on the sofas,” he made up a rule in a sudden whim and now, people were fighting over the chairs. You wanted to stand up but your best friend held on to you like dear life, so you had no choice but sit grumpily and waited for the stupid game to begin.

When things finally cleared up, you saw that there were ten people participating in the game—three random girls you never met, Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Soonyoung, Jun, your best friend and you—wait, that wasn’t ten right?

You eyed everyone carefully and finally spotted the final player—Jeon Wonwoo, who gave you a devious smile, much to your chagrin.

“Jun’s looking at me, Y/N!” Your friend giggled at your side, punching your arm lightly as you rolled your eyes once more.

“Sure, just use protection,” you replied nonchalantly, as your eyes travelled around the room and finally landing on Jeon Wonwoo’s perfectly sculpted jawline.

“Alright, let’s start!” Seungcheol said, all eyes on him. On his hands was a mug with ten wooden sticks in it; you never heard of the game so you patiently waited for the instructions.

“So I’m gonna walk around and you guys have to pick a stick. It’s numbered one to nine but there’s only one marked with a crown, so whoever gets that is the “King”. The King can pick as many numbers as he wants and order them to do something. Ok?”

Seungcheol explained clearly and you nodded immediately. Simple game. The game began as the mug gets passed around. You picked one without too much fuss and passed it on to the next person.

“Who’s the King?” Soonyoung asked as everyone was done and you jumped a little when your best friend shouted so excitedly.

“I am! I am!” She beamed and then paused for a while to think. “I order number 5 and 9 to do a French kiss and…then, locked in a room for an hour!”

As you heard your friend bark her orders, you turned to her as if she was mad—who would want to lock up two people together for an hour?!

However, you’re the only one who thought it was ridiculous. Everyone seemed to be quite hyped about it and was talking non-stop, looking for the two victims.

“Who is it? Who is it?!” Seungcheol asked, quite giddy and animated himself.

You glanced down on the stick on your hands and smiled confidently as you saw that it was a 6. The other players were still looking for player nine and five yet it eventually became suspiciously long enough.

“There’s no number nine?” Jeonghan asked finally and you frowned instantly. “Seungcheol, did you miss a number?”

“No! I swear I didn’t!” the other guy denied and the room was suddenly filled with chaos, all desperate for the number nine.

“Y/N, yours isn’t six!” Your lightheaded best friend remarked and you froze. She then turned the stick on your hands like a little girl demonstrating the right way to play a toy, and you saw that indeed, she was right. “Ta-daa! It’s a nine!”

Well fuck.

Feeling relieved that the game was back on, Seungcheol began to announce. “So, Y/N’s nine and number five is—“

“It’s me,” a deep voice interrupted him and you shot your glance at the person’s direction, only to look straight into dark cold eyes.

Jeon Wonwoo. It’s Jeon Wonwoo.

You inwardly panic, unable to think of a way to get out as you were forced to stand up. Your best friend was cheering quite loudly, yet you don’t feel like celebrating at all. French kissing a stranger was never in your alley yet peer pressure was crushing you from all sides that your usual courage disappeared like a bubble. Wonwoo gradually approached you with a blank expression which you could not read and simply eyed everything except Wonwoo.

Flustering at how he was already in front of you, you could see that he wasn’t that comfortable with everyone watching either. However, he hid it with his perfectly constructed smirk which you hated with every fiber of your being. You were nervous yet everyone was being too loud and eager that it was wringing your nerves.

Ah fuck it!

Breathing in a dose of bravery, you seized the collar of his dress shirt and kissed him square on the lips. At first, Wonwoo was surprised but eventually responded—his tongue entering your mouth right away. You swore a shudder raced down your spine as both of you battled for dominance. His lips felt so soft against yours and his hands which was now on your waist was beginning to crawl underneath your sweater and it felt heavenly. You weren’t supposed to enjoy this but you were.

“Okay, okay, enough! Just get them a room please!” Seungcheol exclaimed suddenly and you were brought down from your daze. But before you could protest, both of you were already being shoved in a nearby room—all locked up for a goddamn hour.

“Fucking little—! I swear I’ll—!” Unable to finish any of your sentences because if how flustered you were, you finally crouched down on the floor with head downcast; totally and completely pissed. “What am I going to do?”  

“You…you’re not going to cry, are you?” The other person in the room asked and you looked up at him with a frown. It was easy to forget how you were not alone in the damn room.

“I’m closer to murdering someone right now than crying, you know,” you straight up replied with jaded eyes yet he still had the nerve to laugh. He slid down on the floor next to you with his rather adorable smile.

“I hope it’s not me then,” Wonwoo said amusingly as you continued to stare at him.

Because of all the chaos of pushing you two inside the room, you had totally forgotten than you were kissing this person a few minutes ago. You still remember how he felt on your lips after all. Your eyes wandered towards his distractingly pink lips and it made you feel weird all over, so you mentally slapped yourself for acting in such a way.

“Fine. I’ll tell you my name,” You broke the silence as you pouted. “I’m—“

“Y/N. I know,” Wonwoo interrupted with a playful grin. “How? We’re in the same literature class.”

When you heard him, you wanted to strangle him then and there for playing with you yet you don’t have the guts to touch him. Without any other choice, you opted to throw verbal threats even though they were all empty words.

“You know, there’s a huge possibility that I’ll end up killing you tonight,” you replied with narrowed eyes yet his expression remained the same.

“Instead of killing me, how about kissing me again?” Wonwoo suggested as he sported his smug grin which you hated for causing your stomach to do weird turns. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Well if that’s the case, I’ll do a better job this time.”

“You’re strangely persistent.”

“Is it my fault if you sound so damn sexy every time you read a line from Shakespeare?”

By that time, Wonwoo was only inches away from your face and you almost stopped breathing. You couldn’t believe what you just heard; it almost seemed like he had a crush on you. You wanted to ask him straightforwardly yet the words which came from your lips was not what you had intended.

“You…do you have a kink for Shakespeare?”

Wonwoo laughed right away. Of course, he would be fucking laughing. You wanted to facepalm yourself for being such an idiot.

“Sorry but I don’t,” he continued right after he had recovered from laughing, “though, I think I might have a kink for that feisty mouth of yours.”

You froze solid under his intense gaze which did not discourage him to move closer to you. His hand wandered towards the nape of your neck as you simply gazed into his eyes; completely mesmerized. Your breath hitched as you felt his lips on yours for the second time tonight; your eyes widening upon realizing what was happening yet unable to do anything because of how flustered you were.

Wonwoo nibbled on your lower lip gently as he turned his head to the side to taste you much better. His tongue grazed over your lip—almost asking for permission to continue—and you who was gradually melting into the kiss, parted your lips. Wishing for something to hold on to, your hands moved its way towards his broad shoulders as you let him play with your tongue.

Eventually, he detached himself from you yet continued his ministrations on your neck. Wonwoo ghosted his lips over your skin which made you flinch, earning an amused chuckle from him. You were beginning to feel your arousal increasing as his other hand went for your waist, inching closer to your warm skin. He earned a gasp from you as he sucked at the junction between your neck and shoulder and this encouraged him to do more.

You knew that this was not a good idea—you’re a straight-laced honor student, all logical and presumptuous—but fuck, his kisses are so euphoric, so addicting. Under all the layers of denial, you knew you wanted to do this once in your life—just letting go and enjoying what was in front of you. You wanted to know what it feels like to just feel and not think.

Just once.

“Wonwoo…!” You moaned, your hands buried in his raven locks as he bit a particular part on your neck. He pushed you down on the floor, him hovering on top of you while nibbling on your collarbone. Wonwoo then slid his hands under your sweater, caressing the small of your back as you bit your lip to hide a rather loud groan yet it still came out as a whimper.

“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to stop,” he whispered to your ear, gliding his tongue over your earlobe.

“Then…don’t stop,” you replied with a gasp, pulling his hair slightly as he pecked behind your ear. He hummed pleasingly as your nails dug onto his nape, knowing it will remain until the next morning.

“What would you want me to do, baby girl?” Wonwoo teased, his hands making its way to your bra-covered chest. “It’ll be so much fun to have my cock between those lips, sucking me off like a little slut, or would you like me to fuck you so hard that you’ll only scream my name?”

Being dirty talked was unexpectedly erotic for you as you felt warmth pooling between your legs. You didn’t even notice him removing your sweater and jeans as how you were so distracted by the way he kissed from your stomach to your cleavage. Wonwoo then unclasped your bra and threw it somewhere in the room; lapping and groping your breasts.

You let out a small moan when you felt his hand gliding up your inner thigh. Sure that you were drenched down below, you didn’t want him to know how you were so aroused. You closed your legs together, only to be stopped by him. Wonwoo lightly traced his finger on your wet underwear and gave a proud grin.

“You’re so wet for me, Y/N. What ever should we do?” He chuckled menacingly, still teasing your entrance.

You glared at him for trying to goad you and was being stubborn for a moment. However, your attitude vanished as he pulled your panties down and continued touching you down there, everywhere but your entrance.

“Well?” Wonwoo asked once more while roughly playing with your hardened nipple. You were desperate for him to fill you up; you needed him, you wanted him to kindle the fire he had started.

Biting your lip, you grabbed his hand and guided his digits to your entrance and pleaded with half-lidded eyes. “Please, Wonwoo…I want you inside me.”

Without giving any warning, he suddenly thrusted a finger inside you; making you gasp out loud and arch your back. He curled his finger up and then pulled out before pushing back inside—he repeated until the foreign feeling of his long slender fingers in you felt unbelievably pleasurable.

“My baby girl is so beautiful,” Wonwoo whispered on your lips as he bit and nibbled on them. He began to unbutton his dress shirt and you reveled on how his dewy skin looked so utterly delectable.

As he added another finger in you, you felt a knot gradually forming along with how your breath hitched and your head felt floating. You bucked your hips against his digits, moaning his name repeatedly. Feeling like you were about to burst, you however sensed that he had pulled out of you. Wonwoo stopped with a smirk on his face and you looked at him incredulously.

“Don’t look so frightened, I won’t leave you like that,” he pecked your swollen lips as he tossed away his dress shirt and stood up, picking your feeble body from the floor and to a nearby mattress.

Despite being physically drained, you understood what was going to happen next and you trembled in excitement. You could hear Wonwoo unbuckle his belt and discard his pants by the foot of the bed. You saw how aroused he was with the bulge in his boxers, the tip almost peeking out. He then crawled onto the bed which dipped due to his weight and hovered a few inches above you.

Wonwoo leaned his head to you and kissed you slowly and languidly, trying to etch the memory of your lips in his mind. He then moved down your body, sprinkling small pecks and licks on the way as you grasped the sheets. Spreading your legs apart, Wonwoo bit and sucked on your inner thighs until he could see his marks all over them. He then licked your slit which made you whine in surprise, and sucked on your sensitive clit. Of course, his actions drove you to the edge and you desperately held on to his head, not knowing what to do with all the overwhelming sensations you felt.

“W-Wonwoo…!” You cried out his name as you felt your climax coming yet he denied you the pleasure for the second time by moving away which made you want to just sob.

“Trust me, baby girl. I’ll make you feel good in a sec,” he assured you as he finally slipped out of his boxers, his dick hard against his stomach. He then opened a condom packet  he found in one of the drawers and slipped it into his length. Seeing his size, you seemed worried for a moment.

Oh god, he’s large.

He knelt before you, palming his length with hooded eyes as you finally felt the gravity of what you were about to do. Wonwoo settled between your legs as he crept above you, giving you small chaste kisses on your jawline as he aligned himself to you.

“Please…don’t be too rough…” you struggled with your words but managed to catch your breath, “it’s my first time.”

He smiled at you and placed a peck on your forehead. “I will, so relax.”

Wonwoo began to thrust in you slowly as you formed an ‘o’ on your lips. Tears formed at the side of your eyes while you grabbed on to his shoulders for support. When he had finally sheathed himself fully in you, Wonwoo pressed his lips on yours to distract you from the pain.

Both of you stayed that way for several minutes until the uncomfortable feeling subsided and you gave him the signal to begin moving. He started gentle and languid, trying not to shock you yet your walls clamped around him so firmly that he was grunting most of the time.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” He exclaimed as he tried to reign himself.

You were clawing on his back as the pain slowly turned into pleasure. Watching him groan above you looked so arousing that your walls clench as he growled a few swears.

“Wonwoo…!”

His name tumbled on your lips repeatedly as he thrusted in you, each increasing in speed and intensity. Wonwoo’s hand then wounded its way to your sensitive bud and rubbed your clit with the pad of his thumb. This sent you over to a frenzy as you arched your back in pleasure. A familiar pool was forming on your stomach as he grabbed your ankle and swung your leg over his shoulder. Now, you felt him much deeper than before.

“Baby, you take my cock so well,” he murmured to you before diving into your lips, feeling his groans vibrate in your lips.

His other hand grabbed your hips and pounded into you roughly, his movements becoming irregular. With a few thrusts, you found yourself snapping and climaxed around his length. Wonwoo soon followed after, filling the condom with his cum. Taking a few breaths, he pulled out of you and tied the used condom to throw away. He then settled next to you, kissing your cheek with an adorable smile on his lips as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“How’s that for a first time?” he asked you with a grin.

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[serensama]

The nine times he kissed her and the one time he didn’t.

Okay. So. In a bid to collect all my crap from everywhere- this was my first ever complete Harry Potter fan fiction.... that I published. It is of a rare pair but one that I hold close to my heart.  Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin. 

This includes  1) Some profanity 2) Mention of NSFW theme/acts

The young boy scratched absentmindedly at his trouser leg- why did the damned material have to be so itchy- as he glanced around the room. People were in their finery and buzzing excitedly to one another- another Lord’s baby had been born or something or other... Salazar was suddenly very jealous of Godric and his family deciding to holiday in Greece at that moment. At least his friend had the chance to do whatever he wanted (although he knew the boy would most likely take to the skies or try to find dragons- at least he'd have a choice. Salazar rather fancied the idea of staying in and reading or possibly attempting another new spell but he guessed that's why there were friends- they were so undeniably different); he as the heir of the prestigious house of Slytherin was bound by social expectation and the rules of nobility. His father, though fond of the Gryffindors, also expressed a marked disdain for their penchant of dismissing their courtly duties, "Far too lax in their obligations and too indulgent in the whims of their child to truly deserve the standing of their name," he'd say and Salazar would numbly nod along.

Still scratching he felt a sharp nudge at his side and saw his father looking down at him urging him with his sharp glare to stop fidgeting. Remembering himself, he straightened his stance and pulled out the gift his father bade him to give to The Lord and Lady Ravenclaw. It was a long golden chain with a small disc emblazoned with the eagle and the serpent of their respective houses- it was pretty enough he supposed, a fair gift to receive from old family friends. He'd met the couple twice before, the first when his mother was still alive just after his second year. He remembered a handsome couple with dark hair and kind faces- he recalled receiving many sweets that visit. He didn't have the heart to tell them he didn't really like sweets but he accepted them all the same- he gave them all to Godric the next day. The second time he met them was at his mother's funeral last year- Lady Gwyn had foregone the norms and knelt down and gathered him in a bone shattering embrace. He hadn't cried when they told him his mother had died three days before that- but in that instance with a woman's warm arms around him telling him it'd be ok in the end (though he knew that was never going to be the case again), he felt the first undeniable prickle behind his nose and eyes. He waited until he was alone in his room that night to let that prickle turn into harsh stings and muffled sobs.

This third meeting his father had told him was a special one for Lord Oberon had finally sired an heir and it was a time to rejoice. Salazar understood the importance of family lines even at the tender age of five but truth be told he didn't see the need to host a massive ball because a baby was born. Babies were loud, smelly and useless people so why throw them a party? 

Adults were odd creatures. The crowd around them hushed and craned their necks towards the ceiling to catch a glimpse of the new parents and their pride and joy. From the top of the grand staircase he watched them descend, dressed in their deep navy robes they looked every bit the part of the Lord and Lady of the house. His eyes landed on the small bundle in Gwyn's long slender arms, huddled close to her heart was a sleeping mass of pink. Pink blankets, pink skin, pink pudgy fingers curled on the rim of her mother's clothes and a big pink yawning mouth with no teeth. Truly this was a sight worth travelling a day for. A. Great. Pink. Flobberworm. Joy. His thoughts were interrupted by a quick high piercing screech followed by a giggle. Acting much older than his years the young boy huffed and attempted to recall the ingredients to latest potion he was trying to re-create- three slugs approximately one inch long, a pinch of dried unicorn horn, a drop of ... a drop of... this is why I don't like babies!  The Ravenclaws had stopped on the third last step in front of their congregation where Gwyn had given her husband their daughter (for some reason this delighted the child to the point of screeching- stupid useless baby) who was turning to address them all properly.

"My people, my dearest wife and I welcome you to our home and you all have our deepest gratitude for coming here today to meet our first-born child, Rowena-" as if on cue the baby gurgled happily to the joy of the people, her nonsensical mutterings eliciting raucous applause and laughter. Oberon smiled warmly at his court before raising a placating hand to ask for silence, "We are so blessed to have a new life join our name and we humbly ask you all to join in our happiness, for tonight we will drink, wine and be merry in the name of our glorious new child!" As more sounds of approval and joy radiated around the room, all Salazar could think about was how long did he have to wait until he could take off his itchy trousers.

The night progressed as he predicted- much food and drink was served and many a gift were given to the young lady. His father had given the Ravenclaws a few of his most prized volumes from his own library wishing for them "...A bright light in the already luminous sky of Ravenclaw," earning him a hearty handshake from Oberon.

"You are too kind my dear friend Salvatore, we will teach our daughter well with these fine gifts you have so generously given." He watched on as the man patted his father on the back with such a comfortable familiarity it almost seemed that this wasn't a formal occasion. Maybe it wasn't just the Gryffindors who sniffed at noble expectations. After a majority of the guests had bid their farewells his father gestured towards his pockets, "I think maybe now is a good time for you to give your present Salazar," he prompted before pushing his son gently towards the couple who were now cooing over the bassinet beside the main table. Wiping his hand quickly over his trouser leg he retrieved the necklace and abruptly held out his arm at the Ravenclaws. The couple turned to face the young child with a puzzled look on their face not quite understanding why the small boy was standing there with his arm out. It was Gwyn that broke the silence.

"Darling Salazar, what do you have in your hand?"

"A necklace Lady Gwyn," he promptly replied. He could tell that his father had wanted to smack his head against his palm for all the etiquette lessons seemed to have fallen short on this occasion and he was left with a flustered child and not the polished young man he had reared. Five years old or not, he was a Slytherin damn it and Slytherins were never flustered and never out of their depth.

"Is that necklace for me my boy?" she asked crouching down to meet his eye. His mouth quirked in lack of a response- truth was he didn't know who the gift was for. Logically speaking since the ball was in the baby's honour one would think it was for the child not the parents.

"I believe my Lady, that it is for your daughter," he whispered dropping the necklace in Gwyn's open palm. Gwyn and Oberon looked over to his father with a look that could only be described as stunned but genuine appreciation.

"Salvatore- you have given us more than you ever needed to. Your continuing friendship through all these years is all we could ask for but now you spoil our daughter- you have my many thanks my friend," she said as she reached up to give his father a kiss on the cheek. She unfurled her fingers to reveal the disc, the eagle and the serpent catching the light. Gwyn's surprised expression was not lost on the young Slytherin as she turned to face her husband- looking between him and his father.

"Salvatore... is this... are you proposing? -" she began but was halted by Salvatore's hand on her shoulder.

"This Gwyn is nothing but a symbol that binds our two families together. Whether it be through friendship," pausing to walk towards Oberon and clasping his hand within his own, "or through marriage".

Marriage? Whose marriage? Who would marry a baby?

"And should our daughter refute the idea of an arranged marriage Salvatore?" Oberon ventured tentatively, "I could not imagine forcing my daughter to marry someone she did not love if she were against it." Salazar watched as his father's expression flickered ever so briefly to annoyance, so brief in fact that no one but him would have noticed.

"Then we will not deny her the chance to be with one she loves. Let my child and yours be simply entwined by the bonds of camaraderie that we too have shared these many years"

WHAT? Friends with that thing? MARRIED to that thing?

"Then yes, my friend, yes- we accept this token, this symbol of our two houses forever joining together! Whatever the circumstances be in the future," Oberon took Salvatore's hand in both of his and began shaking it with such fervour that the young master believed his father's arm would fly off. Lost in the imagining of flailing, flying limbs and a wedding ceremony with him and a baby he was startled out of his revelry by a gentle hand on his shoulder and the tickle of hair against his cheek. "Why don't you give the necklace to Rowena yourself? It is for her after all," she suggested as she squeezed his hand softly as a mild encouragement and led him towards the other adults and the baby.

His eyes searched his fathers; only finding him staring at him with impatience, the boy swallowed hoping to alleviate the sudden dryness of his throat. Stretching to his full height and extending up to the tips of his toes he peered over the edge of the bassinet, where a frilly pink flobberworm with fingers lay laughing haphazardly at the toys floating in the air her father had bewitched for her. Shuffling slowly to her side he saw her attention shift from the silver rattles and patchwork dolls to him. Big clear sapphire eyes focused solely on him as if he were the only thing that mattered to her, then she let out another wretched squeal and reached for him. Startled by the noise and the readiness of her acceptance he promptly stepped back into the legs of Gwyn Ravenclaw. The older woman chuckled as she straightened the boy up and offered the gold necklace to him.

"Don't worry Salazar, she won't bite- I think she really likes you. Try again my dear."  If that was what she sounds like when she likes me, then I hope she grows up hating me. He drew from his courage again and met the eyes of the Ravenclaw babe, watching at her clap her hands above her at the sight of him then placing a pudgy hand in her mouth (disgusting) waiting for him to do something to entertain her. He held out the necklace in front of her, dangling it as if it were a string to a kitten, until her clumsy little fingers grasped the disc. She fumbled with it, obviously not knowing what to do with a necklace and he was at a loss as to what he should do himself. He pulled on the chain so the disc fell away from the baby's hold to continue playing with her like a cat. That idea burnt away with regret in a matter of moments when big round tears fell down her cheeks at the loss of her new shiny toy. Panicked, the boy dropped the necklace beside her and tried to silence her by covering her mouth gently. He was greeted with a big giggle and a slurping sound as his thumb began to feel wet and warm... and undoubtedly gross. He watched on as the Ravenclaw heir sucked on his thumb.

"Aww look at that- she does like you!"

Yay.

And that was how Salazar Slytherin (kind of) got his first kiss from a girl.

And became sort of engaged.

The next time they met she was four years old and already every bit of the Ravenclaw heir apparent he knew she would be. In other words- an uppity snob. Brilliant, but an uppity snob nonetheless. At four she was already an incredibly bright witch, even he could not rebuff these claims- word around the lands was that she was already showing strong signs of magical ability- just like him when he was around her age. She was apparently a voracious devourer of books favouring them for presents instead of childish trinkets and pretty baubles like so many of her age. She was annoying.

She had the gall to ignore him in his own house by continuing to read in front of him when their parents were talking to each other. He was about to say hello when she held up a finger to him as she finished reading her page. By whatever Gods are listening, know that if I had my wand on me this little wench would be cursed so hard... 

"My my! Salazar look at you, what a handsome young man you are growing into- Rowena, get your head out of that book and say hello properly!" her mother chastised. However instead of listening to her mother she simply outstretched the rest of her hand for him to kiss. Salazar willed his eye to not twitch at the small girl’s insolence and disrespect and was about to voice his opinion out loud when a boisterous laugh made him bite his tongue. Oberon pried the book from his daughter’s tenacious hold and promptly bopped her on the crown of her head with it.

"Don't forget your manners girl- you're making us look like bad parents here!" he continued merrily.

Her hand was still in his face waiting for him to take it. He bit his tongue until it bled. Leaning down, taking her evil little palm in his hand, he placed a quick peck on the back of her hand.

"Welcome to our home Lady Rowena, I wish you a pleasant stay." I hope you get eaten alive by rabid Cornish Pixies.  She blinked, her bright eyes focused on him again, a smile gracing her lips.

"Thank you, Lord Salazar, I apologize for my rudeness before- I'm afraid when I start reading about something interesting I forget everything else exists," she flushed rather prettily he noted. He knew when she grew up she'd be a beauty just like her mother.

"And what may I ask was the subject of your interest?"

"Potions. I was told that you were quite the genius at them and I thought it smart to have something we could talk about- I've only read a few books about them but this particular volume that your father gave me is quite extensive! A brilliant read!"

He couldn't help but let a small smirk appear at the earnest way this little girl spoke. He forgot that this girl was only four. He forgot that the first kiss he gave her tasted like blood and that he was willing to sacrifice her to little flying monsters. He forgot that he was still holding her hand.

Every Summer after that their families had taken turns to visit each other at their homes, letting the children get to know each other and let their relationship flourish. By the time she was 12 she looked to Salazar as the big brother she never had. Her rejoicing in the magical discoveries he made, the exciting stories he had of duelling with other wizards and the fun he had with his best friend Godric, who she had still to meet after all these years. He looked to her as a precious jewel that needed to be safeguarded, a rare and exquisite entity that needed to be cultivated and moulded to be all that she could be. A dear friend in a world where he had close to none. Though she was young she held his attention better than any woman of his age or older- most too blithe to realise that he wasn't like most men. He didn't flatter easily or get swayed by looks or flashes of skin or promises of the flesh (though those were tempting... he was 17) and the fact that he was utterly sated for female companionship by a 12-year-old never seemed disturbing to him. That was until she asked him one question.

"Laz..." she stared at the top button of his jacket collar. Watching it with a rapt fascination as if it had sprouted a head and started serenading her. "Can I... can I ask you for a favour?" This had his attention. Usually the little chit came out and said or asked whatever she wanted. It was part of her charm. She didn't mince words or say things she didn't mean- she was a breath of fresh air amongst all the stale, fake people he was forced to endure due to his position. He continued to switch his gaze between her and the clouds above them, the wind lazily moving them along in the sky. "Laz..." she repeated as she pulled at the blades of grass and yanked them forcefully out of the ground.

"What is it Little Ravenclaw? Out with it- usually you've managed to sway me to your side by now- what has your tongue in a twist hmm? And why the sudden hatred towards the grass?"

Her hands stilled immediately. Sitting up with his hands splayed against the cool grass beneath him, elbows bent to bear his weight, his eyes focused on her face. She was blushing again, something that always suited her. He wondered, should he ever blush would it suit him half as much as it did her? Of course not. You'd look like an idiot with rouge on, then Godric would point and laugh and transfigure all the statues and paintings in the castle to blush whenever he was around. That bastard.

"I... Alright but you can't laugh- you need to promise. You need to promise that you'll help me too; there's no one else who can," she bit her lower lip a worried glint glazing over her eyes. His heart began to race. What could be wrong? So wrong that not even her parents could help her out of it?

"Of course, Ro- you know I will."

Without any warning the little girl wrapped her arms around his neck to draw him into a fierce hug. Never one to easily respond to personal contact he softly patted her on the back to reassure her. "Now what is it that I need to help you with?"

She pulled back and set her hands in her lap and looked him straight in the eye a small smile on her face.

"I need your help to teach me how to kiss a boy"

WHAT?

" I said I need your help to teach me to kiss a boy"

Oh, I said that out loud did I?

His mind was reeling. Kiss a boy? That was the problem?! He thought that maybe she was being blackmailed or someone was threatening or bullying her or god forbid she grew some hideous third ear on the back of her neck that only one of his potions could cure... but a kiss? To a boy?!

"You're a Lady, Rowena. You have certain obligations you need to fulfil- you aren't allowed to go running about kissing random boys whenever you want. What will people think?" he attempted to sway her from this whole kissing idea. Seriously, she was a child! Said child huffed in annoyance and balled her fists and pounded them back down onto her lap to emphasize her point.

"I don't care what anyone else thinks Laz! I love him! He understands me, loves books as much as I do, makes me laugh and he wants to be with me forever!" she protested, her eyebrows furrowing together. Salazar fought the need to laugh at his friends vehement protestation. Love- at 12? Suuuuurre.

"Who is this boy Ro? How do you know he isn't interested in your vast fortune or your family's power? Trying to marry into a Pureblooded family such as yours-"

"He doesn't care about any of that Laz! He's just as "pure" as you or I and while not as blessed in coin as me, he certainly isn't a pauper."

"Fine. So, who is he?" he tentatively asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. He didn't need her to know that he would find the little shit and make him swear to stay away from the Ravenclaw heir, or else beware the wrath of the Slytherin heir.

"Why would I tell you that? So you can find him and hex the life out of him? I don't think so!"- Damn smart Ravenclaw brat. "Please Laz, just this once and I promise I'll never ask you for anything ever again!" her big eyes opening so wide he could see the whites around her irises. He yielded. He always did. He pulled on the grass that tickled his fingers and decided that he hated them now too- just as Rowena did before.

"Fine. Just this once and don't let your parents find out about this or this mystery boy of yours."

He sat all the way up and faced her, her eyes fixated on him and his movements, her blush now creeping down her neck ever so faintly. He had kissed a few girls before this, and most much less innocently than how he planned to kiss Rowena, but for some reason his heart had never trembled as it did then.

"Close your eyes Ro," he whispered as he waited for her to do as he instructed. "Just this once, right?" he leaned further in, so close he could smell the soap on her skin and the mint leaves on her breath that she must have chewed on before leaving the house that morning.

"Right..." she breathed as he closed the distance between them and allowed a small press of their lips.

"OW!" Rowena jumped back startled, rubbing her arm furiously to numb the pain. "Nobody told me that kissing hurt! Why do people do this?!"

"Ro- I thought you knew! That's why only people who truly love each other do it- to tell the other person that they'd do anything for them. It's something important and shouldn't be done with just anyone," he ranted, watching her closely as she processed what he said to her. Biting her lower lip again, slowing the movements of her hand against her arm she nodded her understanding.

"I see. I think… I think I understand. Thank you so much for teaching me Laz. I really, really appreciate it- I... I think I'll head back home for today. I need to think, thanks," she lifted up her skirts and headed back to the direction of the castle.

He thanked whatever Gods were watching that she never noticed him take out his wand to zap her.

The next Summer she visited him in his castle she rushed up to him and threw herself on him in a giant hug; wrapping her arms and legs about him like the giant squid Godric described to him after seeing it during one of his family holidays. While Rowena's parents had laughed at their little girl’s antics, Salazar knew his father would see this as a sign towards marriage between the two families.

"Oh Laz! Thanks for everything! I understand everything you told me last Summer, about kissing between people who truly love each other- between me and Edward- it didn't hurt at all. It must mean that we're meant to be! Thank you so much! Now the Potter's are in talks with my parents for a favourable time for us to be wed! Thank you so, so much!" she squealed before she pecked him on the cheek.

He could have sworn that she had taken her wand and stabbed him in the chest. Rowena Ravenclaw, pink flobberworm, uppity snob, innocent child and heartbreaker- had unknowingly broken up with him.

It would be another four Summers until Salazar would see Rowena again. She had stopped the trips back and forth to their homes, almost all but stopped the correspondence that they once shared. Their daily letters trickling down to a letter once a week, to once a month to one every few months. Not that he minded, he was a busy man, he had a life to attend to as well. His father's health was ailing due to a mysterious illness going around and he had taken up most of the duties of the house and his surrounding lands. It didn't mean however, that he had forgotten about the young bright eyed witch that hugged him so fiercely that one time and all those amazing memories they had shared before that. It didn't mean that he hadn’t read and re-read those intermittent letters and committed them to memory. He could recall every word and every pen stroke. Drank in those words as if they were the only sustenance he had. Drawing out each one to make sure it lasted him long enough until the next one arrived. Even if most of the letters were about that damned Edward Potter- Edward Potter- what kind of name is that anyway? Probably suits him, bland, boring bookish Edward Potter- he still loved to read what she was doing, her thoughts on various subjects and just anything she deemed him worthy to know. He just wanted to hear about her.

It had been three months ago when she wrote to him saying that Edward, though lovely, had found someone else he loved more. She tried her best to sound cheerful and strong in the letter, but he could see the tear stains on the paper where the ink had flowered across the page.

 "… I'm so happy for him Laz, truly I am. If he has found that one person that could make him feel like how he made me feel then who am I stop him? I wish him a thousand joyful blessings and a long prosperous life." 

Salazar’s mouth twisted into a wan smile as he felt the bile rise up and bubble in his throat. You wish him a long prosperous life? Well then, I do too. I wish him a long life filled with pain, suffering and severe genital itching that will never go away. I hope that he has hideous squib children with his hideous wife. I pray that... I pray that he knows that every day without you in his life is a day thoroughly wasted. He had wanted to rush to her side but unfortunately his useless friend Godric had told him to stay put. To let her just breathe, that he could go to her in a month or so when she had the time to let go of any pain that she was hiding. Of course, he was right, Rowena was a proud woman- she would have never let him see how much she was hurting over a stupid boy. Even if he was her fiancé. So, he let it ride, he let a month turn into two, two into three and during those months the letters became more regular- more cheerful and more of her than it had been for years. It was exhilarating.

"Laz. They're dead. They just... died. The village was attacked by some crazed dragons and they went out to protect everyone... they… They're gone. I'm...It's just me Laz. It's just me here and they're gone and I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to do this." He had barely said goodbye to his father, just dropped the letter in his hands- possibly said something about bringing her back, before Apparating to the gates in front of her parents- now her- castle. Disarming the wards that prevented him from entering he glided through every hall with a practiced precision of someone who had spent almost every Summer there, until he found her sitting at the end of her bed just staring at a patch on the rug in front of her. She didn't bother to look up at him.

"Did you want some tea?" she asked gesturing towards the teapot on her dresser. He didn't need to touch it to know it had been cold for hours, possibly days. He had a feeling that as much as her house elves loved Rowena, they hadn't a clue how to approach her or defy all the barriers she had erected to keep everyone out.

"No thank you Ro- did you... did you... what can I do? What do you need me to do?" she looked up at him, her blue eyes stained with unshed tears, her face streaked with dried ones. Her eyes were red and raw from her rubbing at them and the bags under her eyes tinged with purple from lack of sleep. He was at a complete and utter loss. As much as he treasured his father he couldn't say that his impending death would affect him like this. That the loss of him would turn him into the person Rowena was in front of him. But he could empathize- he could pretend for her, pretend to understand so he could help her through this.

"There's... Nothing you can do Laz. It's done. They're gone and now I'm all alone. I don't have anyone anymore... " she sobbed, her tears teetering over the rims of her eyes, so close to falling... He didn't even realise he was holding her to him, crushing her, making sure that she was still there with him.

"Don't even finish that thought. Never think of that again,” he implored as he grabbed her hand and rested it against his chest, “you feel that? My heartbeat? Hear my voice? I'm here. I'm still here."

And with that he let her fall apart.

He recalled the distant cries of a three year old boy crying for the loss of his mother and realised maybe he did understand how she felt. Maybe he did know what she needed. Brushing her long ebony strands back he pressed his lips against her forehead before resting his chin atop her crown.

"Maybe... maybe we can figure out how to do this together."

"Laz I am not a child anymore you needn't follow me everywhere I go!" she snarled furiously at him as she tore off her travelling cloak and threw it to the ground. He calmly took his off and placed it on top of an armchair and sat on its arm. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at her dramatic behaviour.

"Oh really?" he asked as she kicked off her shoes and stomped behind her changing screen. "You were in a Mudblood town filled with dirty no-good farm folk who wouldn't know what a book looked like if it came up to them and slapped them in the face-"

"DON'T YOU DARE USE THAT WORD! They were Muggles and Muggleborn! And they were not dirty they were perfectly clean! Yes, they were farmers but everyone has to do something- who else will grow the food we eat?!" he could hear her straining out of her clothes as she yelled at him. Usually she summoned one of the elves to help her with dressing but in her anger, she must have forgotten. Her light green dress was thrown over the screen. He did love her in green, she looked radiant in it.

"Fine... Muggle born then," he drawled as he rolled his eyes at the screen. "But I wasn't referring to their personal hygiene- which was lacking no matter what you say- but their intentions towards you. You'd think that they've never seen a woman before the way they leered at you," he practically spat at the thought of what they were thinking. He was not a fool nor was he as naive as his young friend. She was an uncommonly beautiful woman; thick long jet black hair, sparkling gemstone eyes, a fuller upper lip with a smaller bottom lip which she often pulled at when thinking and a perfect milky complexion that looked so smooth to touch. She was porcelain, you needed to be careful with porcelain, not gruff or uncouth... like a farmer would be with her.

"Men are men Salazar- ugly or beautiful, dumb or smart- most men will fall to the graces of a woman. Should they find me beguiling all the better to deal with them, let them fall for my looks while I bargain for better prices to feed my people," she professed passionately. A sharp shudder tore through Salazar’s body- the idea of men fawning over her, the mere thought of her allowing them to touch even just the hem of her sleeve to get a better deal on produce made his blood boil for unknown reasons. This was why he moved up here in the first place, his father seemed to be getting better and seemed to wish to live forever so he left the old man to his devices in order to 'take care' of her. He took it upon himself to deal with the townsfolk himself, to barter and trade accordingly so that Rowena didn't have to amidst her grief. And for the next year it continued that way, until today, when she decided that she would have her turn at it.

"You sound like a common harlot talking like that- like a cheap woman to be used in order to get your way."

He heard a commotion behind the screen and before he knew it, she was out in a flash, charging at him at full speed with her arm extended to hit him. He managed to catch her wrist easily, that alone shocking her enough to still her. She was breathing heavily, her eyes filled with anger at being called such a terrible name. Her chest was rising up and down steadily as she tried to calm herself. It was only then did he notice that she was in her undergarments. A simple a white cotton bodice and a thin slip that fell past her knees- that was all that separated her from him. Oh, such a treacherous body you Gods gave to us men- so quickly riled up.

"I am not a harlot Salazar," she bit out his name like a curse, only ever saying his full name in anger. Watching that delicious pink tint crawl up her cheeks, even in anger, made his heart speed up even more. He was trying his hardest to keep his eyes at the level of her throat, his breathing starting to keep pace with hers. He could feel the thrum of her pulse in her wrist quicken, he knew that she knew what he was thinking, when he finally managed to pry his eyes off her delicate neck and able to look into her eyes he was already drawing her wrist to his lips. Ever so slowly he watched as her eyes widened as he let his lips touch the sensitive underside of wristz on her pulse. Brazenly he let just the tip of his tongue brush against her skin to taste her. Her soap, the fragrant oils that had rubbed off throughout the day... the salt of her sweat during their argument- it was all there and he wanted more. He could almost hear her heart pound right out of her chest.

"I apologise My Little Ravenclaw," he said, content to watch the blush that seemed to cover her neck and her upper chest now, her body quickly heating up. With arousal or embarrassment, he didn't really care- it was too endearing to bother.

SLAP! ...(ow)

"Apology accepted Salazar Slytherin."

He had forgotten about her other hand.

It had taken three years until the castle was ready, the school was nearly done and the students would be arriving in a few weeks and their dream was about to be realised. He knew that he was bound for amazing things just like he knew Godric and Rowena were too. Helga... well... she was pleasant enough and surely, she was skilled with plants which could only help with his potion making... maybe they just needed another woman to even everything out. It had been three years since he had last even dreamed of entertaining the thoughts of Rowena in anyway other than a dear friend. A dear, dear attractive friend he wanted for himself. But he pushed those thoughts out for the sake of their friendship, she was 21 and an adult and had never shown any interest in pursuing him apart from their current relationship.

He heard heeled footsteps rushing down the hallways to his dungeons and knew before the door opened that it would be his Rowena. She doesn't need to know I call her that...

"Laz, come quickly!" he looked up at her alarmed. Had Helga set the main hall on fire?... again?

"What is it Ro? What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Nothing! It's just finished! I finished it!" she ran from the door and grabbed his hand and the next moment he found himself in a room filled with navy blue and bronze. Her family colours. A beautiful luxurious room with expensive chairs and tapestries and wall to wall shelves filled to the brim with books and scrolls- her common room screamed, I am Rowena Ravenclaw, you are now a part of my family, a part of me. The surge of emotion he had at the sight of her achievement was palpable, such pride he rarely held for anyone other than himself... he felt double that for her.

"It's…"

"Oh, I know it's not much but I didn't want to blow the budget on things that might not be needed...I thought that maybe I would see how everything goes in the first term and add or subtract the things in the common room as needed," she grinned excitedly spinning in a circle to admire her work

"Always pragmatic aren't you Ro... It's not more, nor is it less than what it should be- it is perfect," he praised as he let one of his rare smiles flash at her. "You're perfect Rowena". She laughed, she laughed, and slapped him lightly on the arm.

"Always the charmer Laz... " she guffawed but stopped laughing when she saw the intensity in his eyes. He wasn't trying to be charming. He was just... being Laz. He stepped closer to her and put his hands about her waist and looked deep into her eyes, searching for any sign to not say what he had wanted to say to her since she was 17... maybe even before that...

"You're perfect Ro," he only repeated the words he had said before but the way he said it... Oh the way he said it made her knees weak. It made her usually sharp mind turn to jelly and suddenly she could barely remember to breathe let alone talk. Salazar was not the only one to dwell on what happened three years ago in her chambers, she still dreamt about the feel of his lips on her skin- the way the look in his eyes had ignited something deep down in her belly that she had never once felt before. However, he hadn't done anything since- not once tried to touch her inappropriately, he hadn't even tried to go into her chambers again since then so she rationalised that it was due to his anger that he acted out of character. Oh how she hoped he would get angry again... but he never did. At least not the in the same way he did that day.

So, she let it go. After all he was 26, eligible, intelligent and gorgeous with an inheritance and bloodline so desirable that she had no right to even think of him that way. So, she didn't think of him... a lot. At least she tried not to think of him. Which meant she thought about him all the time to the point of madness. And now... with him telling her she was perfect and being so close to her and damn he smelled so good, she was at a loss. She was out of her depth and they both knew it so she let him swim for the both of them.

He let his thumbs rub against the velvet fabric of her dress as he watched her lick her lips instinctively. He fought back a moan at the sight of her pink tongue dart in and out of her mouth- he'd been with women before who'd done amazing acrobatic things and not once did he get as excited at just seeing something as unseemly as a tongue. His eyes quickly looked back into hers as if to ask for permission- seeing no sign of fear or rejection he let his nose lightly touch hers- nuzzling her ever so slightly. Dipping his mouth to hers he let his lips brush over hers, ghosting reverently over them as if they'd break. Finally his mouth took hers, their lips softly locking together- why did we wait so long for this?- moving his head to reach her mouth better he opened his mouth to allow his tongue to lick at the bottom tip of her Cupid's bow vying for entrance; he knew that this particular area was said to hold a nerve leading straight to her core. He may have been correct with the moan she offered in payment for his skillful ministrations as she opened her mouth to give him better access.

Finally.

Months had passed in a blink of an eye. The students were settling in well and the four professors were also settling in their positions and teaching style. It had been hectic at the start but with the four of them working together seamlessly everything seemed to flow organically- it really was, for a lack of a better word, magic. The Christmas season had come upon them sooner than they expected and while they allowed the students to stay should the need to, all of them had opted to go back home. Even Helga and Godric had left (Godric begging them both to come along to spend Christmas with his family- they had promptly said no) leaving the two of them all alone in Hogwarts except for the house elves... and they barely counted.

Rowena and Salazar walked through the third floor of the castle just... being. They rarely held hands- they didn't need to in order to feel close to each other. Salazar however let his hand catch hers mid-step, his dark eyes observing her carefully, pleased with the slight upturn of her mouth at the contact. He stopped walking still holding her hand forcing her to stop with him- when she turned around to ask if anything was the matter, he was already kissing her. Kissing wasn't the right term... maybe devouring her whole? Her entire body was on fire and she tried to reciprocate as much as possible with her mind as cloudy as it was... for all she knew she was dreaming right now... if it were not for the cold, hard wall that she was just slammed against. Salazar had pressed his entire body against hers, feeling her soft curves meld against his harder form only drove his desire further as his fingers ran over her cheeks, her neck, her collarbone- anything where his fingertips could feel her warm skin. Spurred on by her soft gasps and mewls and those damned perfect fingers threaded through his hair, he pushed one of her thighs aside and settled in between her spread legs. She broke contact when she realised the extent of his want of her- she couldn't deny it- she could feel it for goodness sake... and she'd be lying if she said it didn't excite her.  Salazar was right... I AM a harlot.

"No, you're not..."

"Not what Salazar?" she asked, confused from not only being thoroughly kissed but from the ambiguity of his random comment.

'You're not a harlot," he replied kissing down her neck. In the back of her mind she knew that she didn't say that out loud- she knew he was dabbling in new magic- whether that meant he could read her mind or not, she didn't care at that moment. If he could just help her with this pulling in her belly, whatever was this feeling anyway, this pooling of desire where she and he met at their hips... she was certain she was going to hell with these wanton thoughts.

"Rowena..." he rasped, using her full name so she was sure to listen, "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do," she replied automatically. She didn't even have to think- of course she trusted him, that was never a question. Salazar looked at her scrupulously before nodding to himself and continued to kiss her. His hands roamed down her body hiking the edges of her skirt up to her waist, glad to know that she still only wore the slip under her dress.

"Say it again Rowena- say that you trust me," he begged as he dropped his forehead to her shoulder. She didn't know exactly he was asking from her, what words she could say to make him understand that she did. What words would give him the permission he was asking for. She let her hands find his face, caressing his skin and grazing over the stubble that was growing back. Her fingers linked under his jaw so that they were eye to eye again.

"Salazar. I trust you with my life- is that not enough?" she questioned before his shoulders began to shudder. Tremors racking through his body- he was… laughing. Rowena felt him laugh, actually laugh with joy, against her lips as he took over her again. Lips, tongues, teeth and hands everywhere until somehow Salazar was on his knees, his cheek resting against her womb. She ran her fingers through his hair trying to calm both of their frazzled senses. Their ragged breaths filling the corridor as they stayed there.

"Rowena... I'm going to kiss you... " he warned, his voice low and dripping with sin.

This time, she let out a laugh.

"So, what was it that you were just doing to me before?" she joked as felt him shake his head against her.

"No, no- Rowena... You misunderstand me. I wasn't going to kiss your mouth."

Before Rowena could even ask what that meant his head had dipped even lower and disappear under her slip… and she saw stars. Who knew that Salazar could give her more than one first kiss?

They were fighting again. It must have been the third time that week. She didn't even know what it was about this time- it couldn't have been the Muggle born issue again, they'd already fought about that earlier albeit briefly. No, tensions were rising for a completely different reason and she didn't know what it was. The once "best of the best" best friends were growing further apart by the day and there was nothing either Helga or she could do to patch them up. As the two women sat down for tea and biscuits they heard a loud crash outside. Running as quickly as they could they found the two men duelling fiercely against each other and this was no practice duel. They were both bleeding and bruised. Rowena found her feet knew what to do before she did and she was running in amongst the thrown curses and in front of Salazar; the man in question so focused against his opponent he didn't even notice his lover screaming his name in front of him. She forced his face to look down at her, to look into her eyes. He stilled almost immediately- reading her mind she knew, but she didn't care. Let him feel her fear, her concern for him. Let him stop this crazed behaviour.

"You're right Ro, you're always right," he whispered as he dropped his wand. She heard Helga usher in Godric and as she turned she saw him look at her, really look at her and for the first time in since their introduction, she saw how the Gryffindor saw her. He wanted her just like Salazar did, and suddenly the animosity between friends was more understandable- ridiculous- but understandable.

"Tch," Salazar spat at the sight of his friend's retreating back, "if you could hear the things he thinks about you- the thoughts and dreams he sees with you in them..."

"But that's all they are Laz... thoughts, dreams... you have memories, reality- you will always have me," she declared, bringing his face down to meet her lips to show to him what words couldn't, but as much love and passion she felt from that kiss she could also taste jealousy and bitterness begin to seep in. And she was scared. Scared of what he could do, would do to Godric, scared about how deeply this anger existed within him; scared for the future of their school and more so scared for their future... she could see it almost slipping away

They both know he could see that in her mind.

They both remained silent.

"Why now then?" she asked as he was about to step out of the Hogwarts entrance. She knew it was coming, had felt it for a while now. She was never one to read tea leaves or look into crystal balls- but when one dreams of your lover walking out of your life every night for three months one tended to see that as an ominous warning. He still hadn't turned around to face her- still refused to look her in the eye. In all the arguments Salazar and Godric had she never believed when the latter had called the former a coward... right now she was inclined to agree with her fiery friend.

"It was time Rowena. I was no longer required or wanted here."

"That's a load of shit Salazar and you know it."

"Cursing never did become you Rowena," he laughed mirthlessly. "Go back inside Rowena. You are still needed. You are still wanted," he ground out the last word with enough venom to kill.

"Do you no longer want me? Do you no longer need me? Are you running away from everyone who ever cared about you merely because of your jealously or your stubborn views about the Wizarding future?" she started to scream into the cold night air. He finally faced her, his face hard and guarded but his mask could not reach his eyes. His eyes normally as still as the sea with on a calm day, now as turbulent as the greatest of tempests.

"There has never been a day for the last thirty years where I have not wanted you. There will never be a day where I will not want you- but there are things even stronger than want Ro. As much as I want to stay- I need to leave for the good of everyone here," he admitted as he started to turn around again to make his way off the school grounds forever.

"Not everyone will be better with you gone-"

"You and the others will be more than fine on your own- as loath as I to admit it- you are all powerful magical beings in your own right. You never needed my help to make Hogwarts a success, you just let me join the adventure for a while."

"And the children what of them?" she yelped, grasping onto her final straws to make him stay. She saw him shake his head listlessly.

"They too will be better off without me. Seeing their Professors at odds all the time cannot be productive for them. Having them duelling in the corridors because they see their Heads of House doing the same thing- does not fit my cause. I seek to maintain the purity and sanctity of our magic, our heritage with our Pureblooded children. Watching them maim each other serves directly against it all. Better they live in ignorant peace than die fighting in a war they don't really care about."

She willed her feet to move but they wouldn't. She couldn't bring herself to go to him, her pride would not allow her to.

"Won't you stay? Please... for us?" she tried again hoping he would understand her meaning.

"Rowena... you have the others-"

"Not them Laz. Us," she pressed on her slightly rounded stomach. The man actually had the decency to stop and turn again to make sure he understood the gravity of the situation. He looked so utterly confused, lost and torn- she almost felt sorry for him.

"That's why I haven't been able to read you properly- there's been someone else with you... I... I didn't know."

"I didn't want you to know. Not until I knew if you were going to stay or not. However, seeing as there's no talking sense into you maybe I could appeal to your emotions; as underhanded as that may be, I'm willing to play the part if it means you'll stay," she would not cry she would not cry she would not cry. 

"I... I want to stay Rowena. I want you and the child more than you will ever know- but can you stay with me knowing the way I feel about the school? How I feel about the future? How I want to raise our child?" he was met with silence. "That's what I thought. Besides, I want you taken care of Rowena. I want you safe- I always have. There is no safer place than Hogwarts, I made sure of that. Keep our child within these walls," he implored.

"She needs a father Laz. A father could keep her safer than any walls," she cursed herself as her bottom lip trembled beyond her control and she felt the restraint on her tears give way. One tear. Two. Five. Eleven. She heard him sigh, a heavy sound that sounded like a he was trying to express every deep regret he ever had.

"Godric always wanted children you know-"

"Godric is not her father!" she countered, almost hysterical.

"I know. But he'll love her just like he is."

Rowena felt the back of his hand brush away her tears, his thumb following each new tear down her cheek and wiping them away up along her jaw. His fingers traced the outline of her lips over and over, so softly it felt like he was trying to memorise the feel of them to last him a lifetime. She could feel his breath upon her mouth and the warmth of his skin, his lips tickling the side of her mouth as he spoke.

"Did I ever tell you what that necklace you wear means?” he questioned, his fingers tracing the finely made disc on her décolletage. “It was to be a symbol of the bonding of our two houses, our parents had hoped that one day we would marry- but if we didn't it would be alright because our two houses would always be one... always be entwined. If you… if you ever see it fit… please give our child the necklace. I do not deserve it, but I hope that even the smallest part of me will be able to stay with her even if I could not." ... then there was nothing. She was suddenly frozen to her core. He had stepped outside the gates, two mere steps away from her but felt like he was unreachable to her now.

"Live well My Little Ravenclaw, My Rowena."

And with that he was gone. Just gone. She knew she'd never see him again. Never receive a letter telling her of how he managed to create a new potion. Never hold him again. Never hear his laughter again. Never kiss him again. She was glad that the bastard hadn't kissed her goodbye, otherwise she'd never be able to stop thinking about him. Never able to get angry at him for leaving her, them. Never able to move on.

She should have learnt her lesson. She had been warned a long time ago that kissing only led to pain. She was just too stubborn to listen.

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Norwich 3-1 Man City LIVE: Score, Liverpool FIVE points clear as Canaries STUN Man City | Football | Sport

NORWICH 3-1 MANCHESTER CITY – MCLEAN (18), CANTWELL (28), AGUERO (45), PUKKI (50)

Manchester City XI: Ederson, Walker, Stones, Otamendi, Zinchenko, Rodrigo, D Silva, Gundogan, B Silva, Aguero, Sterling

Norwich XI: Krul, Byram, Godfrey, Amadou, Lewis, Cantwell, McLean, Buendia, Stiepermann, Cantwell, Pukki

Kenny McLean opens the scoring with powerful header from a corner

Todd Cantwell has doubled Norwich’s lead against the champions

Sergio Aguero pulls one back just before the break

Teemu Pukki restores Norwich’s two-gaol lead after Otamendi mistake

NORWICH 3-1 MANCHESTER CITY

86: It’s Raheem Sterling… still Raheem Sterling… saved! The England winger’s deflected effort pops up nicely for Tim Krul.

83: Corner to Manchester City… and they promptly waste it with deep cross that goes straight out of play. Norwich are seven minutes plus stoppage time away from a famous victory.

80: Wasted! Sergio Aguero meets Raheem Sterling’s cross from the left but he’s ballooned it over the crossbar from close range.

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78: Tell you what – Norwich aren’t just holding on, they are doing more of the attacking! The Canaries are pressing like their lives depend on it and the crowd are in fine voice. I suspect even Steven Fry is screaming at his television somewhere.

75: You’d expect City to be creating tons of chances – but that’s simply not the case. Norwich have the champions at arms length.

73: Last roll of the dice. Pep Guardiola brings on Riyad Mahrez for Bernardo Silva. Don’t ask me what formation City are now playing.

70: Bernardo Silva booked for a late lunge. That’s City’s first yellow card of the afternoon. 20 minutes left and Norwich still have their incredible two-goal lead.

67: Otamendi looks to get some kind of redemption when turning a corner towards goal but there’s no venom on the header and Tim Krul collects easily enough.

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64: Kevin de Bruyne bends a free-kick into the box. John Stones and Sergio Aguero both attack it but neither make a connection and Tim Krul gathers.

61: City have back-to-back-to-back (I could have just written three) corners and Norwich see them all off without incident. Ederson is stood on the halfway line.

58: Pep pulls the trigger – sending on Jesus and KDB, replacing Ilkay Gundogan (who has done absolutely nothing) and David Silva (who I daren’t criticise).

55: Pep Guardiola has ordered Gabriel Jesus and Kevin De Bruyne to warm up on the sidelines. The pair are incoming.

53: The Sky Sports cameras pan to Delia Smith sat in the directors box. Somehow she looks calm and collected while the rest of the stadium are still rolling around on the deck in celebration!

NORWICH 3-1 MANCHESTER CITY – PUKKI

51: GOAL! Moments after fluffing a reasonably good chance – Teemu Pukki converts an absolute gift from Nicolas Otamendi!

Norwich have their two-goal advantage back after Otamendi receives the ball from John Stones inside his own penalty area. He simply dozes off on the ball and Buendia nips in, squares it to Pukki, who scores.

Absolute disaster for Manchester City and Pep Guardiola hasn’t stopped ranting on the bench.

48: It’s been a fairly chaotic start for Norwich. They can’t clear their lines with Manchester City launching wave after wave of attack. Nothing clear-cut yet.

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NORWICH 2-1 MANCHESTER CITY

45: And we’re back underway folks. The script says Manchester City will come back and take three points home with them – but I suspect Norwich have other ideas.

No changes. So that means Kevin De Bruyne remains on the bench.

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NORWICH 2-1 MANCHESTER CITY

HT: And that’s the break. How crucial will that equaliser be – not only today but in the title race?!

NORWICH 2-1 MANCHESTER CITY – AGUERO

45: GOAL! Guess who? Norwich had just two minutes to survive but they’ve been undone by City saviour Sergio Aguero.

Bernardo Silva whips a great cross in from the left and Aguero peels off his marker to head home. Norwich are appealing for offside – but the goal stands. Lifeline.

44: Norwich are dangerously close to going in at half-time with a two-goal advantage. Who could have predicted this?!

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41: Frustrations boiling over already? Zinchenko and Stiepermann have themselves a good old fashioned shoving match over a throw-in. No bookings dished out.

38: Raheem Sterling isn’t getting much joy down the left so he’s swapped to the right flank. Mega respect to Sam Byram for forcing that change.

35: Manchester City have conceded twice in the opening half-hour of a Premier League game for only the second time under Pep Guardiola (also vs Leicester City in December 2016).

33: Norwich are right back at it! Pukki wins a corner from the flustered Zinchenko. It’s chaos inside the box with the hosts appealing for a penalty but City eventually hack it away.

30: Woodwork! Bernardo Silva heads it across goal and an unmarked Raheem Sterling thumps it against the post. Is it going to be one of those days?

NORWICH 2-0 MANCHESTER CITY – CANTWELL

29: GOAL! I don’t believe it… Norwich have doubled their advantage against the champions and this is an absolute peach of a goal.

The Canaries break with Teemu Pukki driving forward towards goal. He draws in two defenders before casually laying it on a plate for Todd Cantwell to tap home.

27: Chance! Raheem Sterling wriggles away from his marker before fizzing in a cross towards Sergio Aguero. The Argentine can’t head in from a tight angle.

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26: Still Tim Krul remains untested between the sticks. Norwich are defending well – not sliding in or going to ground unnecessarily.

23: Obviously there’s ages still to play – but if things stay the same then Liverpool will remain five points clear of City at the top of the Premier League table.

21: Folks… we have a game open our hands. And there was me thinking Manchester City would steamroll Norwich inside the first 20 minutes. The Canaries are good value for their lead too.

Eight of the last nine goals that Manchester City have conceded in the Premier League have come via set pieces, with four of those from corners.

NORWICH 1-0 MANCHESTER CITY – MCLEAN

18: GOAL! What?! Norwich are leading Manchester City – this is NOT a drill.

It’s football 101 from the hosts as Buendia whips a corner in from the right and there’s Kenny McLean to powerfully head past Ederson.

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16: Sergio Aguero tries a neat flick over to the advancing David Silva but his knock back for Raheem Sterling is intercepted. Norwich successfully make their way through the first 15-minute chunk.

Only five more of those to go…

13: Fair play, Norwich. The Championship winners are giving the Premier league champions a very good test. They’ve not managed to get Pukki up the field yet – but they’ve defended very well indeed. Organised and ridged.

10: Sloppy. Oleksandr Zinchenko punts the ball straight out of play and Pep Guardiola spins away in disgust. Pep, incidentally, is wearing a very sharp sweater/white shirt combo. Big fan.

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8: “Chammmpppppionessssss,” is the loud chant from Manchester City supporters inside Carrow Road. They’ve not got much to shout about at this stage with precious little happening on the pitch.

Precious little? I mean naffing.

5: I suppose the reason for people’s belief in an upset is the absence of Aymeric Laporte. The Frenchman has been a rock for Pep Guardiola but he won’t return for another six months.

Anyway, Manchester City are straight on the front-foot winning a corner inside five minutes. It comes to nothing.

3: OK, are we all in agreement that this is mission impossible? I feel like people have their doubts about where the points are going today. Having watched Norwich three times this season – they are worrying expansive.

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NORWICH 0-0 MANCHESTER CITY

1: Hello everyone – welcome to our LIVE coverage from Carrow Road. Good grief it’s been a busy day with Liverpool, Manchester United, Chelsea and Tottenham all securing maximum points.

I barely had time to stuff down a three-day old lasagne…

Can Pep Guardiola’s Premier League champions follow suit and round the day off with a win? They’ll need to given they currently sit five points behind Jurgen Klopp’s challengers. Must-win already?

We’ve just got underway where a depleted Norwich have ELEVEN injuries. Good luck, lads.

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The sides…

Manchester City XI: Ederson, Walker, Stones, Otamendi, Zinchenko, Rodrigo, D Silva, Gundogan, B Silva, Aguero, Sterling.

Subs: Bravo, Cancelo, Foden, Fernandinho, Mahrez, De Bruyne, Jesus.

Norwich XI: Krul, Byram, Godfrey, Amadou, Lewis, Cantwell, McLean, Buendia, Stiepermann, Cantwell, Pukki.

Subs: Fahrmann, McGovern, Hanley, Heise, Srbeny, Idah, Drmic.

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NORWICH vs MANCHESTER CITY – TEAM NEWS

Norwich have an injury crisis with potentially eight players ruled out of Saturday’s clash with Manchester City.

Max Aarons, Christoph Zimmermann, Mario Vrancic, Moritz Leitner and Tom Trybull have all picked up injuries.

Timm Klose and Onel Hernandez remain absent and Patrick Roberts is ineligible. Tim Krul, Ben Godfrey and Grant Hanley are doubts.

Manchester City’s Aymeric Laporte is likely to be out for six months.

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