#they were already like my favourite boys ever and realizing what they could have had as a dynamic drove me NUTS

[drawthething]

What's funny is that I completely forgot that Jimmy Jr and Andy & Ollie are brothers watching most of the show?? And then I remembered?? And then I made it my sole duty to devote to them and their non-existent lore out of nowhere?? *siggghhhh*

#they were already like my favourite boys ever and realizing what they could have had as a dynamic drove me NUTS #NUTS!! #i suddenly couldn't control my brain and now y'all have to look at my daily nonsense #I MISS DRAWING THEM #bobs burgers

[august126]

Does my Pet Want a Treat ;3

-characters: Childe,Ayato, and Gorou

-warnings:Smut,Knotting,Scenting,Possessive, Omegaverse and Dry Humping

⠀ ─ ⊹ ⊱ Tartaglia - Puppy boy ⊰ ⊹ ─

He’s a bit feral, not that he means to be; Tartaglia just loves his owner and isn’t very good at containing his excitement. You’re his favourite person in the entire world and he doesn’t hesitate to let you know in the early mornings as you’re getting ready to leave the warmth of your shared bed and in the late evenings when you breeze through the front door smelling like strangers. He doesn’t like when you smell like anyone other than him, Tartaglia chokes and gags on the scent, his fluffy orange ears pressing against his head in displeasure.

His tail thumping wildly behind him as he snuggles up against your body, your sweet puppy intent on smothering you in his smell. It’s an easy task when you’re stripped down and splayed out before him, eager for his fat cock to stretch your aching hole out. You’re engulfed in his musky scent in mere minutes, his teeth and lips sloppily leaving hickeys and indents what ever sliver of exposed skin is closest.

You were his and only his, you shouldn’t smell of anything other than him.

So, every piece of you should reflect that. Some may have seen Tartaglia as possessive, but you thought it was cute how much your pretty puppy adored you. Sure, he’d growl at anyone who’s gaze lingered on you for a smidge too long, but you were just too addicted to how his knot filled you up to care.

・゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟﾟ･｡・゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟﾟ･｡・゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟﾟ･｡

─ ⊹ ⊱ Ayato - Kitty boy ⊰ ⊹ ─

Ayato is almost too pretty, with his narrow cerulean eyes that followed you’re every movement. Intimidating too, which made you feel foolish. He was your pet, the one you took in and cared for in all aspects and yet you felt like he held all the power. A regal air of authority surrounded him, despite the puffy tail that flicker happily whenever you spoiled him with a particularly expensive treat. That was why, it took almost no convincing for you to help you deal with his heat, rather than calling up your neighbour who had her a precious pet of her own.

Ayato wanted you, he craved to be the one thing that could get you to moan oh so sweetly each night; he hated that stupid vibrator of yours, he was jealous of the thing. You were already so apprehensive around him, so eager to please and be the best owner you possibly could— so to convince you the best way to care for him was by milking his cock and offering your cunt to him each heat cycle was only logical.

The first time he purrs in delight is when he finally gets a taste of you, his prickly tongue dripping with spit and your arousal, silky strands of hair spilled across your thighs as he suckled on your clit. It was then that you decided Ayato could have anything he wished for if it meant that you’d be the object of his affection. Lucky for you, your precious kitty was quite the cuddler once his balls were drained.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:★

─ ⊹ ⊱ Gorou - Puppy boy (duh!) ⊰ ⊹ ─

Gorou hates being a puppy, loathes the pointy ears and fluffy tail he sports because no matter how hard he tries they always give away what he’s feeling inside. You can read him like a book, always drawing out the most embarrassing sounds when you scratch behind his ears or massage the spot above his tail while the two of you are cuddling. Gorou despises how easy it is for him to fall apart between your hands while you remained unphased no matter how many times you catch him humping your pillows and sniffing your worn panties. It infuriated him, each and every time you cooed at his “cute” visage chipping away at his pride. He didn’t want to be cute, Gorou wanted to be your mate, wanted you to see him as worthy. Gorou would make it his mission to have you just as enthralled with him as he was with you. And you were, he just didn’t see it amid the sea of insecurities he was lost in. Gorou didn’t realize when you’d leave your door open at night while you played with yourself that it was an open invitation for his company. He was far too busy trying to muffling his moans as he peered through the crack in the door to even notice that it was his name on your lips as you finger fucked yourself. It was frustrating— how the two of you toed on the line, too scared to cross it. Maybe if you showed him just how wet you got at the thought of his knot, he’d see that he was more than worthy for your affections.

#genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin smut #genshin impact x you #genshin impact #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #ayato kamisato x reader #ayato kamisato x y/n #ayato kamisato x you #ayato x reader smut #ayato smut #gorou x reader #gorou smut

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Invisble String

luke hughes x actress!reader

note: short cute introduction to this au, get to know how long Y/n has been Luke's celeb crush and get to know Y/n

also in 2018 reader is 17 and Luke is 15 for reference so like do the math i can't do everything

2018

"Why do you even want to watch 'It' you hate clowns?" the eldest brother asked, holding a bowl of popcorn while he rounds the couch to were he previously sat.

"Jack asked for a scary movie so I suggested a scary movie." though he wasn't lying, both statements were true, it wasn't the real reason he suggested the movie. But like he would ever admit that to his brothers because he'd never hear the end of it if they knew. Little did he know they already did.

"He wants to watch it because Y/n L/n is in it." Jack mumbled, not looking up from his phone where he looked up the cast list, and he begins to laugh along when his older brother starts to.

"Not true."

"Too true."

"Shut up. Are we watching this or something else." Quinn says, being the mediator among the three.

All throughout the movie, while Luke was gawking at his dream girl, Jack and Quinn would make eye contact over his head silently laughing at their brothers face of awe whenever Y/n was on screen. When she walked slow-mo out of the store, the scenes at the quarry, Luke had the same face as the boys on the screen except he wasn't acting.

-

2020

73 Questions With Y/ L/n | Vogue

Y/n opens the door for the vogue camera man, after she just shut it on him.

"Hey! Y/n L/n! You excited for your 73 questions with vogue?" the interviewer asks enthusiastically.

"Yes, I am.. Does that count as your first question?"

While the man asks several questions, Y/n lead them into her living room.

"Who do you want to play you in a movie about your life?"

"Umm.. Sadie Sink. And I would like to play Sadie in the movie about her life."

"What is the knewest thing in here?"

After quickly looking around the girl grab a recent purchase of hers a stuffed octopus.

"I recently bought this stuffed animal. It's an octopus, because there's only one or else it would be octopi."

"Interesting, and what do you think is the coolest thing in this room?"

Setting down the octopus, Y/n walks towards her book case. Grabbing what looks to be a very old book.

"This is a vintage edition of Little Women the same one my mom read to me when I was 12 and the same one I reread in preparation for my role as Amy March."

While placing the book back on the shelf the man asks, "Without looking do you know what the last word of Little Women is?"

Jokingly Y/n pick the book up again and starts to open it, and the two chuckle, she then continues to answer the question. "No, um..I know, 'end'."

"End?"

"Yep. That counts as a question."

"It's actually 'this'"

"... 'This'?" the man nods before Y/n continues, "No, you're wrong it's end. Because all books end in 'the end' how could you not know that."

The interview continues into the girl kitchen, while she pours herself an iced tea.

"What is your favourite sport?"

"I don't really have a favourite sport, but I guess I'll say hockey. 'Cause y'know they're hot."

-

imessage

Rowdy

Did you see your girlfriend said hockey boys were hot?

Maybe you have a chance

Lukey

Shut up.

Luke rewatched that interview a couple to many times.

-

2023

Y/n_updates

liked by i_said_SpeakNow, LikeRibbonsInYourHair, and others

Y/n_updates: Y/n was at the New Jersey Devils vs Philadelphia Flyers preseason game! she was with the Devils wags too! Just more proof that her and Luke Hughes are dating... What do you think?

view all comments

taytaySwft: they would be so cute!! i hope they're together ☺️

_spider_man: what's with the it girlies dating professional athletes right now?

jackhugheswife: damn he could do better than her

amyMarchstan: better than the gorgeous and successful woman she is?

harrie13: I miss her and Lucas 🙁

stranger_80: No him and Sadie!!!

anne_Cats: so she's got a thing for Lukes huh?

harrie13: lmao i didn't even realize that 😭😭

TaybrinaStan: she's doing for hockey what Taylor is doing for football.

note: yes i did only make her previously date Lucas McLaughlin for that one joke that's not even funny.. what about it?

#luke hughes x famous!reader #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes oneshot #jack hughes #quinn hughes #hughes brothers

[smuttyworks]

You're mine. - Mattheo Riddle Smut

oooooo im so obsessed with this mf.

warnings: shmut, idk im not good with warnings

summary: Reader and Mattheo have been secretly together and she wants more, but Mattheo is scared she will get hurt due to his standing. so reader uses Theodore to make Mattheo jealous and hopefully step up. (No Y/n)

-

“You won’t kiss me in public, you won’t hold my hand… you barely even acknowledge me outside of your dorm room.” You breathed out, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Mattheo shook his head, trying to block out his true feelings, not wanting you to realize why, not wanting to hurt you anymore than he already had.

You were good, too good for him, he worried every single day that you would get hurt due to him and his standings. People would see you as his weakness because you were. He couldn’t risk the one good thing in his life, the only good thing he could ever feel.

“I can’t do this, you should go.” He swallowed, brows furrowing at the hurt he was feeling, knowing he had to let you go for your own safety.

You covered your mouth to stop the sobs from escaping and stood from the bed, turning away from him and slamming his dorm room open and making your way out of the Slytherin common room and towards the girls’ dorms.

You burst through your dorm room and sat on the edge of the bed, tears now dripping down your chin and onto your white blouse. How could he do this? You two had been together for so long in private, he took your virginity, he taught you so much, you fell in love with the curly haired boy, and he couldn’t even love you in public…

You sobbed out as you gripped your blouse, feeling the pressure and pain in your chest. Anger soon took the place of sadness, and you decided to get him back. If he couldn’t love you in public, you would make sure he sure suffered.

-

You slipped on your black sheer pantyhose and pulled up your too short skirt you knew was the perfect one for tonight, and walked over to your closet in your black bra, trying to decide what shirt to wear.

It had been a few days since you last talked to Mattheo, and you did your best to avoid him at all costs, but it was hard seeing him in class, or sitting at the great hall table as he read his book, it was hard to not sit across from him as you usually did…

But you succeeded in avoiding him at all costs, and tonight’s Slytherin party in Hogsmeade was the perfect place to get back at him and show him what he was missing. You smirked to yourself as you pulled out the cute white cropped tank top, knowing it was one of his favourites, and pulled it over your head.

-

You could feel his eyes burning into your back as you sat on Theodore’s lap, giggling at the stupid joke he made. Theo’s hand ran up your waist as he eyed you up, “You look amazing tonight.” He smiled, his fingers grazing over your bare skin above the short black skirt you wore.

You leaned down as you played with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck, “You look sexy out of your uniform,” you bit your lip, rubbing light circles on the soft skin of his neck, “but I think I’d like to see what you look like out of these clothes too.” 

Theodore laughed and pulled you closer, your bum now feeling his hard bulge against you. You turned your head slightly to eye up Mattheo, and your sight did not disappoint.

He sat across the room on one of the sofa chairs, his fingers angrily digging into the arm rests and his jaw tightly clenched, the view of him so angry made you feel powerful. He thought he could just hurt you and get out unscathed… 

“Take me upstairs, Theo.” You whispered in his ear, and that was enough for him to quickly lift you from his lap as he stood and pull you closely behind him. Theodore led you up the stairs towards an unoccupied room and shut the door behind the two of you.

As he cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips to yours, your mind thought about the boy you wished it was, Mattheo.

You pushed him against the wall and deepened the kiss, running your fingers through his hair and pressing your body into his, feeling his erection poke your hip. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” He groaned, grabbing your ass with both hands and pulling you closer.

You gave him a small smile and reached down between the both of you and pulling the hem of your white tank up and over your head, dropping it on the floor behind the two of you. Theodore’s eyes dropped to your black bra and he leaned down, pressing his lips to the skin of your cleavage. 

Your head fell back as you held him close by his neck, your eyes landing to the bedroom door, wondering if Mattheo even cared at all.

But your thoughts were cut short when you could feel Theo’s hands snake around your back, his fingers running over the clasp of your bra as his lips continued to explore your chest, inching closer and closer to the hem of your bra.

You sighed, and shook your head, this didn’t feel right. “Theo-“ you started, but you were cut off by the bedroom door bursting open. Theo held you close as you both turned to the door. “Get off of her now, Theodore.” He spat, clearly holding back his anger as he didn’t want to take it out on his best friend who had no idea what was going on in the first place.

“What the fuck, Mattheo?!” Theodore jumped, moving away from you. 

You sighed, “Just go, Theo.” He looked down at you and back at Mattheo before shaking his head.

“I knew it,” he rolled his eyes, slipping past you and walking out the door, to which Mattheo reached over and slammed the door shut, his eyes never leaving yours.

You glared at him, “so you won’t claim me, and I can’t get with anyone else who doesn’t care to be seen with me in front of others?” you spat.

His eyes didn’t soften, he just continued to stare at you with complete anger. “That’s what you want? Someone to fuck you at a party where everyone else knows you’re getting fucked?” he laughed humourlessly.

You shook your head at him, “I want someone who isn’t ashamed to be seen with me!” you yelled, stepping closer to him.

“I have never been ashamed of you; don’t you think I want to hold your hand?!” Mattheo screamed, “Don’t you think I want to kiss you and not care who can see?” his hands cupped either side of your face, “I want to do all that, baby… but you know who I am, you are my only weakness and if the wrong people knew they would hurt you to hurt me.” He swallowed, his voice and stare softening.

“I don’t care about that, Mattheo, I love you and I want to be with you, we can’t spend our whole lives scared about what could happen and let that stop us from being happy.” You whispered, caressing his cheek softly.

His brows furrowed as if he was fighting his own battle in his head, and then he leaned down and crashed his lips desperately to yours. “I love you.” He breathed, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you into him. “But if you ever do that again I will kill them.” He raised his brow.

You giggled and pressed your lips to his, reaching down and palming his dick through his clothes. You could feel him hardening quickly beneath your touch, and it excited you to be able to touch him outside either of your dorm rooms.

Mattheo pushed you against the wall and lifted you up, and you quickly wrapped your legs around his hips as his hands held you up by your bum. Moans escaped your lips as he pressed his erection against your core.

Mattheo’s kisses started to get sloppy as he got more and more turned on, and you couldn’t help how needy you were getting for him, all you wanted was to feel him inside of you. 

He seemed to have the same idea as you, as he pulled away and held you tightly as he walked to the bed, throwing you down roughly before ripping your pantyhose up your legs as well as ripping your thin thong panties apart and slipping them in his pocket.

You watched as he eyed up your half naked body with his lips slightly parted, “Beautiful.” He breathed, running his hands up your legs and creeping closer to your drenched cunt. You moaned when you felt his finger graze over your folds, his touch has always felt electric.

“I’ve always only wanted to be yours, Mattheo.” You breathed, reaching up and touching his hard chest over his black t-shirt. He smiled down at you softly and leaned over so he could press his lips to your chest, his arms slipping under your back and unclasping your bra, then he helped slip it off your arms.

“You’re mine.” He smirked, lifting your bare body, and placing you higher up on the bed, then inching his face between your legs, the torn pantyhose exposing your pussy. His eyes dropped to your core, and he licked his lips before running his wet warm tongue between your folds and circling your clit.

You moaned out, your hand reaching for his hair as he tasted your juices. “Oh fuck,” you whimpered, the feeling of his mouth on you bringing stars to your eyes.

Mattheo’s hands held either side of your hips as he worked magic with his tongue. Your head flung back as you took in the situation before you… your Slytherin classmates all beneath the room you were in, the loud music couldn’t blare out your moans to whoever made their way up the stairs either looking for a bathroom or for another unoccupied room as you had found.

The adrenaline of knowing anyone of your friends could walk through those doors accidentally and see you with Mattheo turned you on more than you could have ever imagined. Mattheo wasn’t hiding you.

“You taste so fucking good, angel.” He breathed against your soaking core before pressing his tongue back onto your clit. You moaned his name as you felt him tease your entrance with his fingers.

“Mattheo,” you cried as he pushed two fingers inside of you, folding them to press on your g-spot. His fingers entering at a fast pace as he never missed your spot, bringing you closer and closer to your release.

His tongue swiped over your sensitive clit, your orgasm building hot in your body, and with one last flick of his dangerous tongue, he had you completely undoing beneath his heavenly touch.

You rode out the strong waves of pleasure with curse words and moans of his name falling from your lips for anyone to hear, and it only added to the arousal. 

When you felt like you could breathe properly again, you reached to him and roughly pulled him up to your body, his lips crashing down to yours as you tasted yourself on his lips, his wet cheeks pressing to yours as he held himself up with one arm and the other reached down between the two of you and he skillfully undid his belt and unzipped his jeans.

“Fuck me, Mattheo.” You begged, to which he pulled his jeans and boxer down enough to free his painfully hard dick and position himself at your soaking entrance. “Fuck me so everyone knows who I belong to.”

His brows furrowed and lips parted at how much your words turned him on. Mattheo watched you intensely as he pushed himself inside of you slowly. You cursed at the beautiful feeling you loved the most in this world, the feeling of him stretching you, something you’d never get use to due to his large size.

His face contorted in pleasure as he closed the space between the two of you, his dick fully inside of you as you cried out his name and he moaned yours. He started thrusting viciously as his moans filled your ears.

You were used to having to muffle your moans so no one would hear, Mattheo’s hand usually covering your mouth to keep you from screaming, so the fact that the two of you could enjoy each other’s moans without being worried about who might hear was one of the best feelings.

“You have me so close already, fuck.” He groaned, lifting his body up and wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you up to him as he fucked you like that. His strong arms holding you up as he sinfully entered your body.

You pressed your lips to his neck, knowing exactly where his sweet spot was and licking the sensitive skin. He whimpered into your hair as you sucked on the soft skin of his neck, something you had always wanted to do, but you couldn’t leave marks on him before.

His thrusts got increasingly sloppier as you marked his skin, his grip on your body tightening as he thrusted hard deep inside you. “Mattheo!” you cried, your eyes squeezing shut as he took out everything on your body as his own.

With one last thrust he came completely undone, his face contorting in pleasure as he filled your cunt with his seed. 

He rode out his orgasm with his fingers digging tightly onto your body. “I’ve always wanted to hear your screams, baby.” He chuckled, kissing your jaw softly. “I hope they all heard it,” he smirked, “Especially Theodore.”

You rolled your eyes and lightly pushed his shoulder, giggling at his stupidity. “I bet they all did.”

The two of you cleaned yourselves off as you both prepared to return to the party, excitement filling your body as you finally got to show him off as your own. Months of having to ignore girls gossip about how hot Mattheo was, you could finally shut everyone up.

His fingers interlocked with yours as you opened the bedroom door, instantly being met with Draco, Blaise, and Theo snickering at each other. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t contain your giggles. “Shut up, idiots.” You joked, pushing on the blonde’s shoulder.

“You’re a lucky man, Riddle.” Theodore grinned, then returned to laughing with the other boys. Mattheo gave them the finger before pulling you down the stairs behind him. You could feel everyone’s eyes on the two of you as he led you to a sofa, sitting down and pulling you down to sit on his lap.

#mattheo riddle #mattheoriddle #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle fluff #draco malfoy #Theodore nott #mattheo riddle x fem reader #smut

[reveluving]

I AM BACK AGAIN WITH MY HEAD IN HANDS AND HORNY BRUCE WAYNE ON MY MIND I NEED THAT MAN ABSOLUTELY INSANELY DESPERATE FOR BATMOM. SOMETHINNG ABOUT THE URGE.... DELICIOUS

BRB MICROWAVE NOISES ARE HAPPENING IN MY HEEEEAD 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

writing milf!Batmom was bound to happen at some point lol I was waiting for the day to finally happen fr fr SO HERE ❤

warnings: smut (18+ content, minors DNI!)

Look, with that many kids in the household, did you really think no one's going to talk about how sexy of a mother Mrs Wayne is?

Don't get me wrong, Bruce being called a DILF is not uncommon! Just look at him; a rich and respectable hunk of a man, who is also a father of six children and counting? So much hotter than when he was known as a playboy all those years ago. It was only natural for the public to talk about the missus in question as well.

Who could've possibly been the one to finally tame the Bruce Wayne and better yet, encouraged him into the married life?

You, obviously, and boy, did the public understand why.

No matter how much the media tries to deny it, they can never ignore your beauty, your grace, and dare I say, your MILF-ness.

C'mon, everyone's eyes were always on you the second you'd step foot into the gala. Oh, Mrs Wayne is here, in her new silky, silt-cut dress, matchint heels and jewellery that complements your every feature?

Sign me the fuck up!

You may have acknowledged the reputation bestowed upon you, but what you didn't realized was just how strong that power was.

But, of course, your reputation comes with a bit of a price to pay. Not by you, but by your children.

If there was one thing Dick, Jason and Tim were especially too familiar of hearing, especially on social media, it's about you, and the Internet can be very open with their thoughts. People are getting too comfortable on the app, as one would say.

While there was no denying that you were in fact beautiful, they were still your sons, and to see such language about you was almost as traumatic as seeing you and Bruce fooling around in bed.

• 'Mrs Wayne is so hot??? HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HER IN THOSE HEELS??? GYAT'

• 'I've seen her IRL when I was visiting her café and let me tell you; photos do NOT DO HER JUSTICE 🥵'

• 'If my future husband and I don't give Bruce and (Y/N) Wayne energy, I don't want it ☝🏼🤨'

• 'mrs wayne's thighs appreciation: a thread that will having you SCREAMING [includes 10+ photos]'

That last one in particular had an intimidating number of likes, mind you. As if their own set of fans weren't a lot to deal with already.

But hoho, if we're talking about Bruce Wayne's opinion on the matter?

Picture this.

It's like watching an edit of your favourites; going from a random video of you adorably scrunching up your nose to BAM—a slow-mo of you looking like a literal model. How or where anyone's ever gotten that footage from was uncertain, but if you asked Bruce if he's ever seen that video before?

Chances are, he'd say yes.

Repeatedly, even.

Hell, he might've saved it somewhere, amongst other 'tresures', for educational purposes.

He acknowledges the fact that you may be a teenage boy's fantasy, the dream trophy wife of many men, regardless if they were in their lonesome or in a tasteless marriage, but in the end of the day, you were his, just as he was yours.

And while he has the means to save your most intimate moments via his greatest machines, he actually prefers the good ol' polaroid. Saving at least a couple of boudoir photos in his pocket, wallet, the Batmobile, locked away in one of the Batcomputer's rack and much more. Whether they're photos of you lying on your stomach cross-legged in your lingerie, or even a picture of the two of you, glistening in sweat and naked in front of the mirror, he never ran short of his precious 'supplies', and he has more where that came from.

Knowing he was the only one able to not only see you, but make you writhe and scream and cum in his bed—in your bed, around his cock? He could die a happy man, truly. And he'll do just about anything you ask him to, no question?

Want his fingers inside you while he smothers his face in between your breasts? Certainly.

Want him to lie back so you can straddle his face and make you cum with that talented tongue of his? You don't have to tell him twice.

Want him to take your dress and lingerie off so slowly, even though his cock is aching to be touched by those sweet hands of yours? Say no more.

That man is always hungry for you, borderline desperate even, but what's new.

But, if it ever goes down to you, or when the public gets too comfortable voicing out, especially in front of you, and it clearly rubs you the wrong way, best believe he'll do something about.

He doesn't need the comments of others to know how sexy of a woman his wife really is, after all.

I wanted to write smut for this, considering it is a milf!batmom after all, but we all know how long it takes for me to do that HAHA I hope y'all still liked this one tho! Please don't forget to leave some sugar! ❤

#— reve's reverie 🌹 #— reve's asks 🌹 #a mother's touch series #batmom #batmom reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x batmom #batman x batmom #batman x you #batman x reader #batman

[curseofhecate]

And you understand now why they lost their mind and fought the wars

Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader

They are best friends since forever yet they only now realize they're in love with each other.

3.1k

This had been long overdue. But its finally here. I really hope you enjoy it and its not that bad as it is in my head. Also its the first time writting for Lockwood and I have yet to read the books because I'm a slow reader and I'm still stuck at a thausand boy kisses by Tillie Cole. This based off of one of my favourite Taylor Swift songs, You're in love (Taylor's Version).

The tension in the room was unbearable. It wasn't unusual for a case to go horribly wrong but it was a rare occurrence that one of them would get hurt. 

Last night's case could be rightfully referred to as a disaster. It had all gone wrong from the very start. The little information they had on the house's history, Lucy forgetting the salt bombs, the client's lie about the number of ghosts they'd have to face,it had all led up to this. 

No one had gotten seriously injured but in Lockwood's eyes even a broken wrist was too much of a damage. Especially when it was his best friend that had suffered the injury. 

It was well past 3 am now and tiredness was evident among the team. After a difficult case and a trip to the hospital, the last thing the three of them needed was their boss scolding them and pointing out everything they had done wrongly. 

Lockwood sighed, waving them off and assured them that they'd continue this conversation in the morning to which the rest of his team groaned. George was the first to go up to his room, complaining about how he needed to shower. Lucy lingered for a bit, finishing the rest of her tea in one big sip before bidding them goodnight and retiring to her room as well.

That left the two best friends alone in the kitchen. Lockwood got up from his seat, only now noticing how his tea had grown cold. He placed the kettle on the stove and opted for chamomile while the girl lit the three candles in the middle of the table. As he placed the two mugs on the table she turned off the lights and sat down next to the boy. "It's hurting my eyes" She shrugged at the boy's confused expression. 

Taking a small sip from the steaming mug in front of him, Lockwood turned to look at her again. Only this time his gaze didn't give away irritation or anger. His eyes had softened, the previous flames had died down and in their place was now worry and adoration.

This was a side of Anthony Lockwood few people were privileged to see, and even to them it was a rare sight. It was a look meant just for her, his best friend since he could remember.

His gaze shifted from her eyes to her injured wrist that now had a cast wrapped around it. "Does it hurt?" He asked gently, grabbing her wrist to inspect it, even though one couldn't notice anything out of place due to the cast. 

"I'll get over it. We both know I've had worst" She shrugged. Anthony sighed. He didn't like the idea of her getting hurt, especially because of him. Reaching over the table for the marker George had abandoned he smiled a little once he saw the little doodle on the thinking cloth. Another version of George’s take on angry Lockwood.

“Well in his defense, it did look like smoke was coming out of your ears” Y/n chuckled once she saw what he was looking at. Lockwood didn’t argue, only uncapped the marker gently grabbed her injured wrist again. 

“Can I?” he asked looking up from confirmation. The girl nodded, moving closer so that it would be easier for him to write on her cast. And right there, in the dimly lit kitchen and in the early hours of the morning, Lockwood wrote his name in black ink. He was careful, writing it on her inner wrist where no one could see his first name, Anthony, written in calligraphic letters, if they didn’t already know.

“People will think I’m your property Lockwood” she joked. “As if you could ever be someone’s property” he argued. 

He hoped that the dim light would hide the rosy color that was spreading on his cheeks and that she couldn’t feel the heat radiating off his face. And, truth is, there wasn’t much proof of Lockwood’s blushing. But she knew him too well and could tell by the tiny and subtle change in his demeanor. 

She had seen just enough to know.

It had been roughly a week since that night when someone else noticed the carefully written word. She and Lucy had been hanging out in their shared room, goofing around, flipping through magazines, painting each other’s nails and gossiping. It was one of the very few nights they didn’t have to deal with visitors and hauntings, which was a rare occurrence. 

“Oh come on! I want to sign your cast” Lucy complained, holding up a pink glitter pen. “No Luce, you’re going to ruin it” she said, letting herself fall back onto the bed, sighing. It had been a long day. Between spending the better half of the day with George at the Archives, doing research for tomorrow night’s case, coming back to find Lucy and Lockwood arguing about who would go out to buy the groceries (which was pointless as Y/n offered to go instead, to which Lockwood insisted he’d be the one to do it since she had a broken wrist and, according to him, couldn’t carry a single bag but still let her tag along with him) and dancing with Lucy to whatever song the radio was playing she had become exhausted. 

“How come Lockwood can sign your cast but I can’t” she pouted. Her words had her sitting back up in mere seconds. “What? You two know that I’m not stupid enough not to notice. God, even George isn’t that oblivious”.

“George knows too?” the other asked, confused.

Lucy nodded in response. The girl groaned, falling back onto the bed, already knowing what’s coming. 

“So, has he asked you out yet or-”

A pillow was thrown in her face, cutting her off. “Shut up” Y/n said, blushing, head down looking at her hands in a futile attempt to hide the pink color that was rising to her cheeks. Lucy took hold of the pillow and threw it back at her friend with little force so as to not hurt her. “You're blushing” she announced laughing at her friend.

“Oh shut up!

"Are you sure you're going to be alright on your own?" asked Lockwood, standing in the middle of their living room, their equipment bags placed down on the floor beside him. Her and Lockwood had been arguing back and forth all day about whether she could, or not, join tonight's case. It had already been four weeks since the accident that led to breaking her good wrist and the girl was growing tired of not being able to accompany the others on their nightly adventures. However no one could deny that she couldn’t yet fully handle a rapier so Lockwood won that argument.

"I could still come with you, '' she offered, hoping that he would finally cave in. "N/n we've already been through this'' he scolded, like a parent would their child,which was quite funny since it usually was the other way around whenever Lockwood decided to do something reckless (which was at least once during every case).

"Fine."

"You still haven't answered my question," he pointed out.

She sighed. "Yes, Anthony I'm going to be just fine. I can handle myself. Besides you are the ones staying out after curfew and putting yourself in danger while fighting ghosts."

"Like you don't do the same every other night."

"Apparently, I don't," she said, raising her bandaged wrist.

Lockwood laughed at her antics. "As soon as you can handle your rapier without dropping it every two minutes, I'll let you come with us. I promise. But until then you have to rest."

"I think I've had enough rest for the next eternity" she groaned.

"I just don't want to risk you getting hurt again. I want you to be safe. And taking you with us when you can't use your rapier means you can't defend yourself. And as much as I'd love to be your personal knight, I can't risk anything happening to you."

"I know Anth" she said, moving forward to pull him in a hug. The boy copied her actions, pressing a soft kiss on top of her head.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Lucy hated that I love you, didn't seem to be doing anything for the two. She hated that they were both so clueless to their feelings for one another. She hated that they couldn't just kiss already. She hated that she had to sit through all this painfully slow slow burn. But most of all she hated that she'd have to ruin their little moment.

"Come on lovebirds. We have a ghost to take down" George interrupted them before Lucy could even say anything.

The Lockwood&Co agency was out of commision for the holidays. 

It usually felt nice to have a break. Not when it was the Christmas season. There were, simply, too many things to do, and that left all four of the friends exhausted. And now, well into the evening of Christmas Eve, the house was for once quiet.

George and Lucy had retired to their bedrooms a little while ago, which left Lockwood and Y/n. The two best friends were sitting side by side on the couch, sharing a blanket. Two empty mugs were abandoned on the coffee table in front of them and the radio played softly in the background.

And while Lockwood was immersed in the book he was reading, his best friend was resting her head on his shoulder, her eyes drifting from the book he was reading to the window.

The usually bleak weather had been replaced by a lighter sky and a soft white had started to cover everything. Noticing this, the girl tugged on the sleeve of his sweatshirt and lifted her head from his shoulder. This seemed to gain his attention as he averted his gaze from the book and looked at her confused.

"It's snowing,'' she announced. Getting up from the couch she pulled on her snow boots quickly and reached for their coats, throwing Lockwood his before putting her own on.

He didn't need to ask to know what that meant. Actually he knew just the moment she pointed the change of weather out to him. He knew there was no point in arguing with her, so instead he put on his coat and started searching for his own pair of snow boots.

When he had successfully put them on he was quick to follow the girl out the door leading to their backyard. And just as the door closed behind him, he felt something cold hit the back of his head. "Hey" he exclaimed, faking agitation as he turned to face her.

The girl gave him an innocent smile which didn't last long when a few seconds later she broke out laughing. Lockwood was amused. For a moment he froze in his place, not because of the cold or the snow but because he was mesmerized by the girl in front of him and time stood still for a second.

What could he have possibly done to deserve an angel like her?

The boy was pulled out of his trance when another snowball hit his face and his best friend was suddenly laughing harder than before.

He smiled a little, scooping up snow from the ground and throwing the snowball at her. The girl stopped laughing, clearly not expecting it. She glared at the boy as if he was an old friend that had betrayed her and turned into her worst enemy before her face broke into a soft smile as she picked up snow to throw back at him.

"Oh, it's on" Lockwood shook his head as he copied her actions.

Their little snowball fight lasted a bit over 20 minutes and it consisted of throwing snowballs at each other, laughing and giggling as Lockwood chased her around. Eventually they both got tired and when he finally caught her he lost his balance and ended up tackling her to the ground.

He rolled on his back and the two laid there, on the snowy ground, for a few minutes, laughing until they eventually calmed down. There was a silence then, one that lasted only a few seconds and yet it was enough for Anthony John Lockwood to realize that he didn't just love his best friend but he was in love with her.

Pulling himself up, he offered his hand for her to take. She joined their hands and let him pull her up. The two stood there, looking into each others' eyes with their faces only centimeters apart.

Anthony paused, as if wanting to say something but had decided against it at the last second. Then, his eyes never once leaving hers, he said "You're my best friend."

He had told her these words many times yet this once, they seemed to hold a completely different meaning. One that suggested that maybe she wasn't only his best friend and that maybe the line between platonic and romantic love had become blurry.

And it was at that moment that she realized that he was in love. With her.

He was in love with her.

And so was she.

She didn't give it a second thought, because if she had then she would have never actually done it, before pulling him closer and pressing her lips against his in a soft kiss.

And for the second time that day, time stood still for Anthony Lockwood.

And when she pulled away, she looked into his eyes and she told him that "I love you too."

And this time, the phrase she so commonly used with him held a different much deeper and more sacred.

The next morning she woke up in his room, to an empty bed. The clock on the bedside table read a few minutes after seven. She didn't bother changing out of his shirt that he had given her last night to sleep in, because she didn't want to accidentally wake up Lucy, with whom she shared a room with in the process. Instead she walked straight into the kitchen, knowing Lockwood would most likely be there.

And he was, sitting at the table, a steaming cup of tea in front of him and another mug placed directly opposite from him, where she would usually sit.

They greeted each other with a simple morning and she walked over to him first, leaving a kiss on his cheek before settling in her seat, her hand reaching over the table for his. Then there was a quiet "Merry Christmas" and after that a comfortable silence followed.

The two didn't need to exchange words, they understood each other perfectly even without saying things out loud.

She wished every morning could be like this. She wished she'd never have to worry about a case going wrong again or him doing something reckless that would put his life in danger as he more often than not did. She wished she could freeze time and stay in that moment forever.

None of them heard the timer going off. Not when the smell of something burning filled the room.

It was still a wonder for George how Lockwood had managed to burn the toast.

"Did you know that Lockwood has a picture of you in his wallet?" Lucy asked, staring absent-mindendly at the ceiling while laying in her bed. "He does?" asked the girl who lay next to her, turning to look at her friend.

"Mhm" the redhead nodded. "I noticed it yesterday when we went grocery shopping together," she continued.

"That's a bit weird. To keep a picture of your girlfriend in your wallet" Y/n pointed out.

"I actually find it really romantic. It's like he wants to have a piece of you with him all the time. I didn't really believe it could happen outside of romance novels" Lucy shrugged. "Hm. Who knew Lockwood could be such a romantic. Don't tell him I told you though because he will refuse it."

"That he keeps a picture of me in his wallet or that you called him a romantic?" the other girl laughed.

"I was talking about the picture but I guess he would have the same reaction in both cases."

She never really knew what it was like to be in love. She didn't know how to expect it would feel. She didn't even know how one falls in love with another, so much that they would go to the ends of the earth and sacrifice both themselves and the world for the other person. She thought it was something that existed purely in books, novels that would keep her up all night. And even if it did, she thought that she would never find it. That it wasn’t for her.

She never believed that she would find the Mr. Darcy to her Elizabeth Bennet; she'd never meet someone who would give up becoming a god for her like Percy Jackson did for Annabeth Chase.

Or at least she didn't used to believe.

But in the end, she found everything she could have asked for and more in the face of Anthony Lockwood, first her best friend and now her lover.

And suddenly, she now understood why some lost their minds and others chose to fight the wars, and even why certain people spend their whole lives trying to put the feeling of loving someone in such a way into words.

Because really, no amount of words, no matter how many or meaningful they were, could ever even begin to describe how she felt for him.

#anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co netflix #lockwood and co #curseofhecate

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 | 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥!𝐚𝐮

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!Reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: War rages on within the Empire, and you might just be the fool to traipse into enemy territory with an oath of fealty on your lips. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: War, fires, mentions of death, enemies to lovers, slow burn :)) 𝐚/𝐧: i've been craving to write a slow burn fic ever since i started reading 'bleeding blue' by @nsharks because it destroys me inside in the best way. and also because i haven't written a long fic in ages, so here you go! enjoy~

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈

“What does it mean to be human, my prince?”

The young prince looks up at his tutor confusedly. They had just been speaking about arithmetics, had they not? Of course, he wouldn’t know, his head was perpetually lost in thought about anything other than his lessons.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean, professor,” the boy says in turn.

“Just...think about it for a moment, there is no correct or incorrect answer, young princeling,” the old tutor says, his eyes inquisitive as to what the boy would say.

How do the ones who have life handed to them on a silver platter perceive the vast world around them?

The boy ponders for a moment, his head swirling around potential answers. It was surely not as simple as eating his favourite cake or riding horses with his brother along the shoreline. Nor was it the bad things, like his mother tugging his ear when he misbehaved, or his father’s angry eyes. But anything more than superficial was inconceivable.

Perhaps it was the collection of all those things, the good and the bad that made up the answer to that tricky question. It was a start, he thought. But despite his tutor’s push to answer he was still unsure.

“I…I don’t know, professor,” he admits after a few minutes of silence as he thought. But the tutor didn’t seem to be upset, a kind smile gracing his lips.

“No one does. It is the question of the universe, and no one quite has the answer. Or perhaps they all do, since human life is vast and no life is quite the same as the next. Do not be discouraged, but question it as you go to sleep tonight. That is your only task for today, understood?”

The young boy's face lights up at his tutor’s words, this meant he could play.

“Yes, professor!” he says with a giddy smile, leaping out of his chair before bounding towards the door. As he turned the doorknob he suddenly remembered his manners, nodding his head politely once before running out the door.

He would not be getting any sleep tonight.

“MOTHER, FATHER,” the young prince cries out, the fires blazing in a deadly inferno. Like hands, the wisps of flames reached out, ready to drag him to the depths of hell themselves.

With each inch he crawled back, two more were devoured by the blaze.

“BROTHER, PLEASE,” he begged as feet scuffled by his door, shouts to put out the flames throughout the rest of the castle, all deaf to his cries.

The prince was young, but he was smart. He quickly realized there wouldn’t be anyone coming for him, not when the Emperor, Empress and Crown Prince were still in danger. So he searched for options.

The flames had already engulfed their way toward his door, where more would be waiting outside, so that wasn’t an option.

There was nowhere else to hide. Where could you possibly hide from the fury of fire?

His only option was the balcony, but to open the doors meant to provide oxygen to feed the flames. But it was an escape and he had no choice.

Through the flames, he ran. The distance that once felt so short to him now felt like an eternity. The heat of the rocky floor burned his feet, the wisps of the blaze scorched his face, the acrid smoke stinging his lungs.

But he pressed forward.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer to the only salvation in his sight. The only freedom he could grasp.

He bursts through the balcony doors and the flames behind him explode with a newfound fervour only oxygen could bring. But he was free, if only for a little while.

Looking around frantically, he spots the safety net. A thick entanglement of vines that climbed from the base of the castle to his balcony door.

The young prince was unafraid of heights, but despite that his fingers shook as he grasped onto the thick gnarled wall, the implication of a fall from this height not escaping him.

But there was no choice, the fire still chasing behind him. So with a steadying breath, he leaped over the balcony fence, praying to any gods above that the vines would hold.

To his luck they did, and step by step he climbed down, each more sure than the last as he got closer to the ground.

But even still, the climb felt like an eternity. The thorns dug into his hands and feet, dead vines were interlaced with living ones. One wrong step and he would die.

But at long last, there were only perhaps 10 metres of climbing left.

He was going to make it! He was going to survive.

But then all of a sudden a hiss sounds from behind him, a rush of air flying by his ear before a flaming arrow embeds itself into the vines.

His feet slip first in the shock.

His arms follow, unable to support his weight.

Then all of a sudden he was falling.

Falling.

The last thing he could see was the viridian fletching of the arrow as he fell, and with it a darkness creeping around his heart that was never there before.

And then,

darkness.

Heavy boots echo through the throne room, a cloak of obsidian and scarlet flowing as the man walks.

The weight of the world sat heavy upon his shoulders, the crown of an empire heavy on his head. And yet his posture stood tall, never faltering. On his face sat a mask, piercing white and carved of bone into the shape of a skull. Perhaps even a skull itself.

Flanking his sides were the Lord Commander and the Advisor of the empire, while servants bowed to pay their respects on the sides of the room.

With a heavy sigh, the man sat down on the throne. The same one he saw his father sit on in the past.

‘What does it mean to be human’, someone had once asked him long ago. When he was just a boy, where the world around him was still warm and full of splendour, and the light of the sun still shone on the golden prince of the empire.

He had that answer now.

To be human was to survive. To claw your way through the dirt, past the cold grasp of death, past the infernal chains that wished to drag him through the hells. And to survive was to kill, for the world was cruel and treacherous, and there was no other way.

This is why people were whispering today as they looked at the crumpled form of a young woman in a scarlet robe lying at the base of the dais the Emperor’s throne sat upon.

Outsiders were unwelcome here, the borders closed long ago at the start of the war. Yet the young woman was seen crossing the border by the Emperor himself no less as he accompanied a patrol. In any other circumstance, she would be dead before a foot was within Empire lines.

But here she lay, face unfamiliar and thoroughly unwelcome. The air was thick in anticipation as the twitches of consciousness began to take hold.

She would have the answers the Emperor seeks. If they were inadequate, her blood would stain the carpet as so many others have done before.

You groan softly as you begin to wake up, the ground beneath you harder than any forest floor you had slept on in the trek to your destination.

Your head throbs as you sit up, the impact from the hilt of a sword still lingering.

Your eyes are blurry, likely from the injury but you try your best to blink it away blearily.

Before long your eyes clear, and they dart around in the unfamiliar setting. Stone walls that were charred black, denser near the floor that crawled up toward the sealing.

Tapestries that you had once read to be gold were now the scarlet red of blood, perhaps stained by your people's fallen.

No.

They were no longer your people, that you were sure of.

Finally, your eyes fall upon the imposing figure at the head of the room, his expression unreadable under that striking mask.

“Ah, she wakes at last,” the Emperor’s thunderous voice echoed. “Welcome to the Sol Aurelian Empire, give me one reason to not kill you where you lie.”

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #call of duty #cod #ghost cod #golden eyes #simon ghost riley x reader

[jackhues]

(mockingbird au!) family - jack hughes, platonic!quinn hughes

concept: y/n had a shitty relationship with her dad growing up. knowing this, quinn steps up as an older brother/dad figure, always making sure y/n knows they're loved and part of the family (loosely based off of mockingbird by eminem)

idea credits: @babydollmarauders this is my fav thing ever ily for thinking of it <3

notes: this is an au! so i've got LOTS of ideas for this, and i don't think i can fit it all in one fic. basically, what's gonna happen is this is one scenario of quinn being an older brother figure, and many more will come. you guys can request certain scenarios, and even with other hughes siblings just showcasing their dynamic (just specify ur request is for the au!) also, there's gonna be a lot more build up with how quinn cares for the reader, so be ready for that in the upcoming parts

mockingbird! au request rules!

tags: @woodruff-edwards , @austinbutlerscaresme , @zegras2crosby , @l0veforhugh3s , @hockeyboysarehot , @ratkingbunting , @mysticaldonkey , @lam-ila , @babydollmarauders , @starjoyyy , @kjohnson-91 , @gavinbrindley @huggyhugh <3 join my taglist!

gif not mine!

“wait for me!”

jack kissed your cheek quickly, “i love you, see you soon!” running towards the boys that were already outside and waiting on him.

you were spending the summer in michigan with your boyfriend, jack. you’d hung out with his family and friends a few times before and for some reason, managed to fit in better with them then with most of your real family.

jack was going wakesurfing with his brothers and friends, leaving you and ellen hughes to spend a girls’ day together.

“you sure you don’t want to come?” quinn asked you, walking at a leisure pace even though he was late. you weren’t sure if he didn’t realize he was late, or just didn’t care.

“i’m good,” you laughed a bit. “i’d rather not be the only girl out there today. we all know i’d be the babysitter.”

“of course, quinn’s got that position because you’re not there,” ellen grinned, holding out a hand for the maple syrup.

you passed it to her, giving quinn a suspicious glance, “you just want me to come because you don’t want to babysit? wow, q, just wow,” you shook your head in disappointment.

quinn rolled his eyes lightly, grabbing a waffle and shoving it in his mouth. “no, seriously, y/n. i won’t make you babysit anyone. if they die, that’s on them. you’d enjoy coming with us. we’re heading out on the boat, going wakesurfing, and we’ll probably swim a bit before heading home. it’s gonna be a chill day, you won’t have to babysit.”

you thought about it, but shook your head, “thanks for the offer, q. but… i’ve got a very fun day planned with my mother over here.”

ellen smiled, blowing a kiss in your direction before sticking her tongue out at quinn.

“okay, but you still need to learn how to wakesurf,” he told you. “it’s a life skill, especially for a hughes. you’ve got to learn. tomorrow, i’m taking you, jack, and luke out to the lake. you better be ready.”

“you should be ready,” you told him, motioning towards the door. “the rest of the boys are gone already.”

quinn made a face, looking towards the door. 

“shit!” his jaw dropped, finally realizing everyone else had gone. he pressed a quick kiss to his mother and your heads, rushing out the door to catch up with them.

you and ellen shared an exasperated look, laughing.

“he’s too funny,” you muttered.

“he would’ve been on time if he hadn’t spent so long trying to convince you to join them,” ellen pointed out.

“careful, mama hughes,” you tried not to laugh. “you’re letting your favourite child show.”

she laughed loudly at that, “oh please! the boys know you’ve been my favourite since the second jack brought you home. they’ve all accepted it at this point.”

you took another bite of your breakfast, laughing along as you and ellen spoke about anything and everything. 

you’d never had a relationship like this with your mother: one where you could speak freely, laugh loudly, and just be happy. she tried to be good, you knew that, but it wasn’t easy. with your father and his controlling personality, there wasn’t much your mother could do for you. you’d forgiven her for how she dismissed his actions through the years, but you weren’t ready to keep your relationship with her.

your dad on the other hand, you hadn’t forgiven him nor were you ready to accept a father-daughter relationship with him. he was distant growing up, never really there for you. he’d comment on what you wore, who you went out with, what you did. every little thing he could find a flaw in, he’d bring it up with you.

with it just being the three of you, you’d never experienced a love like you did with the hughes family.

ellen and jim were closer to you than you were with your own parents. they dropped you off to your first university volleyball game, wishing you luck and cheering you on in the crowd. they showed up to every playoff game, searching for you before to wish you luck and finding you after to tell you how proud they were.

luke was the ‘baby’ of the family, showered with love by absolutely everyone. when you and jack began dating, he was a little jealous of all the attention you’d been receiving, but the second you told off jack for bothering luke, he’d accepted you wholeheartedly. 

jack was your best friend, your other half. he understood you better than everyone, and he made sure to put his knowledge to use. whether you had a bad day, or just wanted a hug, he was always there to put everything aside for you.

quinn was like the older brother you never had. the way he looked out for you, dedicated time to teach you new things (like how to change a tire), you felt accepted. you weren’t sure how much jack told him about your relationship with your dad, but sometimes it felt like quinn tried to show everything you missed out on and was determined to make it up to  you.

it was the small things, but every hughes member made you feel like you were one of them.

-

“okay, now stand,” quinn instructed.

“easier said than done,” you muttered, sitting on top of the board.

quinn had decided that the first step to you learning how to wakesurf was to get you to stand on the board. which sounded easy enough, but was proving to be a difficult task thanks to the waves.

you, jack, quinn, and luke had taken the boat out, preparing you for your first wake surfing lesson. jack and luke were currently out in the water, wake surfing as quinn tried to teach you the basics.

“look at me,” quinn told you. he got up on his own board, adjusting his body as the waves threatened to topple him over. “it’s like any sport,” he told you. “sometimes you fall, but that’s okay. as long as you get back up, you’re going to be fine. come on, y/n. you can do it.”

you hesitated, but of course quinn knew exactly how to get you to agree. you thought back to your childhood - learning how to skate with your friends and falling over more times than you could remember, or scraping your knees every time you went to dive in volleyball, or countless other times you were forced to get back up.

“y/n! y/n! y/n! y/n!” luke and jack chanted as they took the boat past you two.

you laughed, feeling a surge of confidence at their enthusiasm.

taking a deep breath, you got up on the board, nearly flipping over as a wave caught you.

“i got you,” quinn waded over to help you. he adjusted the board, holding it in place as you climbed back on it.

“wait, lemme try again,” you said, shooing quinn away.

“that’s what we’re here for today,” he grinned, moving back to let you on the board.

you got up again, lasting for about three seconds before falling over. it took a while, but as you kept trying, you kept getting better. the fact that luke kept speeding by while holding an ‘L’ out towards you spurred you on greatly.

“take that!” you yelled in his direction as you managed to stand on the board without falling for a solid amount of time.

quinn laughed, “think you’re ready for the boat?”

“fuck yeah!” you grinned, pumping your fist up, then promptly losing your balance.

the three boys laughed, helping you get set up on the board. quinn took the wheel, not trusting jack to drive the boat at the exact speed he wanted. luke had his phone out, ready to record the whole thing. the middle hughes leaned over the back of the boat, giving you pointers and encouraging you.

“all you need to do is get back up,” jack reminded you, squeezing your hand.

“if i fall off, don’t laugh,” you told him, getting a little nervous at the realization that you’d never done anything like this before. it looked fun whenever you saw the guys do it, but the idea of you flying off the back had somehow rooted itself in your brain.

“in the impossible chance that you fall off, i will sacrifice my very perfectly tousled hair to jump into the water and save you,” jack promised. 

"wow, big words, j."

you grinned lightly, knowing all three of the boys would go after you if you fell off.

quinn started the boat, causing you to stumble slightly.

“you all right?” he called from the boat.

you shot a thumbs up, grinning as you began to get used to the motion. you’d gone surfing before with the hughes, and this was quite similar to it. as quinn noticed you get more comfortable, he sped up a bit, allowing you to try some beginner tricks.

jack cheered you on, leaning so far over the edge of the boat, he almost fell over into the water. luke, who was recording the whole thing, began to laugh so hard, he tripped over his own feet and lay on the ground, still laughing.

you began to feel your own balance waver as you tried not to laugh at the scene. you waved a hand, calling for quinn to stop the boat. jack helped you up into the boat, giving you a kiss and whispering how proud he was.

“what’s wrong? did you get hurt? did you have fun? is it too hard?” quinn made his way towards you, lost as he’d missed the encounter with the boys.

“i’m fine, i’m fine,” you promised, your cheeks hurting from how hard you were grinning. “i was just - these two are idiots, and i can’t stop laughing.”

luke still lay on the deck of the boat, laughing again at the reminder.

“i didn’t want to fall off because they’re making me laugh,” you told quinn. “but that was so much fun! if it weren’t for the other two, i’d be doing better tricks than the rest of you ever could.”

luke scoffed, before playing the video of jack nearly falling into the water again and laughing.

jack rolled his eyes, grabbing his younger brother and sticking him in a headlock.

you turned back to quinn, a little surprised that you weren’t even shocked when the hughes began wrestling each other.

the first time you saw jack jump on luke and wrestle him, you’d thought they were insane. then quinn told you that’s just how brothers act, before grabbing both of them in a headlock and sending them off.

“you were good out there, y/n/n,” he grinned, patting your head. “by the end of the summer, you’ll be better than the rest of us. trust me.”

you grinned, “thanks, quinn. i wouldn’t have the guts to get on that board if you didn’t convince me. like, if there’s ever a problem with the whole hockey player thing, you’d make an amazing pay-by-the-hour older brother.”

quinn laughed at that, shaking his head in amusement. “meh, i’d much rather be an older brother to my family. even if i don’t get paid while doing it.” he made a face at the sight of luke trying to wriggle his way out of the headlock and jack whispering furiously in his ear, “speaking of not getting paid for being an older brother, that’s my cue to break them up.”

you sat against the seat, smiling to yourself at the sight of the boys just being boys. one of quinn’s sentences made you grin from ear to ear. 

he said he’d much rather be an older brother to his family. he’d included you in that.

you were family.

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[quicksilversg1rl]

And They Were Roommates

Alex (Adult World) x Fem Reader

Warnings: Alex being the absolute perfect boy ever, oral (male receiving), a lot of titty worship, intercourse and I think that's all, let me know if I missed anything! 

You and Alex weren’t originally supposed to be rooming together; the plan was that you and your best friend Amy would rent an apartment or house together all throughout college and even after. Well clearly you hadn’t stuck to the plan. 

“Wait what? So, we’re not going to be living together anymore? What about our plan?” You asked as you looked towards your friend. Truth be told you were pissed; you and Amy had planned this since the two of you became friends, which was at the beginning of high school and now everything had to change because she wanted to move in with her boyfriend. 

“I’m so sorry please don’t be mad at me, it’s just Brian really wants me to move in with him and his mom even likes the idea and I really wanna get in her good books, she even offered to take me furniture shopping!”

“I’m not mad Amy, I’m glad you’re happy with Brian it’s just I have no idea how I’m going to pay for the house myself.” 

“Ohhh no need to worry, the day Brian asked me to move in with him I already went looking for a new roommate for you, you remember Alex, my manager from when I used to work at Adult World?”

You remembered Alex yeah; you had dropped Amy off at work one time and she introduced you to him. 

“So, turns out he’s looking for a place to stay and he’s a nice guy and I trust him to not like murder you or something so, he’s going to be your new roomie!”

You were stunned, Amy really had it all figured out. 

Fast forward to now, you and Alex were doing your monthly shopping; when the two of you first moved in together things were a little awkward considering you didn’t know each other that well but soon the awkwardness was gone and the two of you became really close. 

The two of you were nearing the till when you remembered you had forgotten something. 

“Oh shit I forgot I needed tampons I’m gonna get some real quick.”

Alex just nodded his head towards you as you made your way to the aisle. As you were making your way back, you accidentally knocked into someone. 

“Oh my God I’m so sorry.” You said towards the guy you bumped into as you reached to pick up the few things that had fallen to the floor. 

“No worries.” he said, handing you your pack of tampons. You were about to leave when he stepped in front of you.

“Sorry if this is a little forward but you’re really beautiful and I’d like to know if I could get your number perhaps?” 

You blushed at his words; he was good looking, and no one had shown any romantic interest in you in quite a while, so you gave it to him. 

Once you got back to Alex, he was unpacking the cart.

“Hey what took you so long?” 

“This really hot guy asked for my number!” You said while putting the pack of tampons on the conveyer belt. 

The two of you split the pay and made your way to Alex’s car. 

Once you got home, the two of you went about your normal evening festivities. You both packed the groceries away, made food together and went to sit on the couch and watch your favourite show together, Criminal Minds. 

While the two of you were eating your phone vibrated and you realized the guy from the supermarket, Jason sent you a message. You clicked on the notification and read the message; he was asking you out on a date. You quickly replied to the message and finalized the plans with him before dropping your phone and looking at Alex. 

He immediately noticed your face had lit up and waited for you to speak. 

“Cute dude from the supermarket asked me out on a date! I’m going out on a date Alex oh my God!”

Alex’s face fell at your revelation, but he quickly plastered a smile back onto his face.  

“Oh my God really? When?”

“Tomorrow! I’m gonna meet him at this fancy restaurant he suggested, we’re meeting at 8pm.” You said with a huge smile on your face. You were really excited about this date; you hadn’t been on a date since the last one you had with your ex-girlfriend, which was in high school. 

The night went on as normal and soon morning came. 

The next day went pretty quickly and next thing you know you were busy getting ready for your date. It was a Saturday night so Alex was working late at the store, considering he was the manager. 

You quickly sent him a text letting him know that you were about to get in an uber and go to the restaurant you were going to meet Jason at. 

You got into the uber and as you sat down you felt your phone vibrate, you looked down and saw it was a message from Alex. 

‘Okay let me know when you get there and stay safe (in more ways than one😉)’

You let out a little laugh at his message and quickly liked it. 

When you looked up again you had reached the restaurant, you payed your uber and sent a message to Alex letting him know that you made it there safely. 

You went inside the restaurant and gave Jason’s name to the hostess, seeing as he said that he made the reservation under his name. She led you to your table and you sat down waiting for your date to come. 

A few minutes had passed, and Jason still hadn’t come, you checked your phone countless times to see if he had sent you a message perhaps but there were none. 

The next time you looked at your phone it was almost 9pm and he still hadn't shown up, a waitress had made her way to your table at least four times asking if you were ready to order and each time you told her that you’d rather wait for your date; well, it seems he wasn’t going to show. 

You angrily reached for your things and made your way to the restaurants exit. As you were walking you felt a few tears stain your cheeks but quickly rubbed them away as you lifted your phone towards your ear. 

“Hey Alex, uhm sorry to bother you right now but could you please come pick me up?” You said trying not to choke on a few of your tears.

“Hey are you okay? What happened with your date? Did he do something-”

“No Alex he didn’t do anything, he didn’t even fucking show up hah! But could you please come get me I really don’t wanna take an uber right now.”

“Of course, just hold tight.” 

You thanked him and you ended the call waiting for him to arrive. As soon as you saw his car you went up to him and before you could get in, he got out of his car and wrapped his arms around you. 

“I’m really sorry Y/n.” he said before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You just hugged him tighter and melted into his chest. 

Once the two of you were in the car, Alex’s hand never left your thigh, always giving you reassuring touches every now and then. 

The two of you quickly made it home and you both plopped down onto the couch. He looked toward you with sorry eyes and opened up his arms. You immediately went towards him and layed your head down onto his chest. 

“Look Y/n any guy would be lucky to have you, you’re beautiful, smart, really funny and overall, just an amazing person and only an incel like Jason would stand someone as amazing as you up.” 

Your cheeks grew warm at Alex’s words, and you looked up towards him from your place on his chest. You hadn’t realized just how beautiful Alex really was, sure you knew he was attractive, but you never really took the time to actually look at him; you hadn’t realized how dark his eyes really were, how sharp his jawline was, how deep his dimples got when he smiled and how beautiful his brown hair was. 

“You’re very pretty Alex.” You said reaching up to stroke his cheek. Before you could say more, he pressed his lips to yours in a loving kiss, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip asking for entry. You allowed him to deepen the kiss and as his tongue explored your mouth, you moved on top of him, straddling his waist. 

You moved your kisses down his jaw and along his neck, leaving bruises in your wake. You tugged on his shirt signaling for him to take it off and he did. Once his shirt was off you moved your kisses down his chest and inched closer to where he needed you. You moved to pull down his sweats, looking up at him for permission. 

“You don’t have to.” He said has his hand went down to cup the side of your face. 

“I want to.” You said as you lowered his sweats and boxers and placed kisses along his v-line before grabbing ahold of his hard cock. You placed a kiss to his tip, and he let out an almost inaudible whimper at the action. You stroked him a few times before placing his entire length inside your mouth, wrapping your hands around what couldn’t fit. 

You started sucking him off, taking him in and out of your mouth, tapping his tip on your tongue. Alex was throwing his head against the arm of the couch moaning your name left right and center. You focused back onto his tip sucking the life out of him. You moved one of your hands to his balls, massaging them as you sucked harder. You reached your other hand up, rubbing up and down on his chest. 

“Oh fuck, I’m-I’m gonna cum Y/n please, please don’t stop it feels so fucking good.” You looked up at him through your eyelashes and once his eyes met yours, he lost it. His load shot into your mouth, and you sucked him even harder, milking him for everything he had to give you. Once you swallowed it all you moved up towards his mouth as he eagerly placed his lips on yours, tasting himself on your tongue and moaning at the action. 

“I want you so bad.” He said between kisses. 

“You have me baby.” You said before placing another loving kiss to his lips. You quickly moved to take your shirt off and loosen your bra, letting it fall to the carpeted floor of your and Alex’s shared living room. Once his eyes caught sight of your bare breasts, he immediately attached his lips to one of your nipples, moving his hand to grab onto the other once, twisting your nipple between his thumb and index finger. You threw your head back at the pleasure as you started grinding against his dick. 

You quickly removed your underwear and grabbed ahold of his dick, running it along your folds and up to your clit, the action making both of you twitch in place. You slowly placed him at your entrance, sinking down onto him. Once his entire length was inside of you, you immediately started rocking your hips back and forth. 

Alex placed his hands on your hips and started thrusting up into you. He kept nudging your g-spot, making you bounce on his cock meeting his thrusts, desperate for your release. As you were bouncing Alex couldn’t take his eyes off of your tits as they bounced with each movement of your hips. 

“Alex I’m so close.” You said as you let out an almost pornographic moan. 

“Me too baby, I don’t think I’m going to last long.” 

You moved your lips to his neck, your bounces becoming sloppier as you neared your release. Once you felt Alex’s hand reach down and rub slow but hard circles onto your clit, you lost it. You moved your mouth towards Alex’s as you came, struggling to kiss back. As soon as Alex felt your cunt clenching around his dick, he was spilling his seed into you. You swallowed his moans as you kissed him, slowly still grinding into him to ease you through your high. 

Once you both were done you collapsed onto his bare chest, nuzzling your face into his neck. You placed a kiss at the soft skin, running your lips over the marks you left there earlier. 

You swiftly lifted yourself up to look at Alex, a huge smile planted on his lips, show casing his adorable dimples. You placed a kiss onto his lips and felt him smile into the kiss.

“I like you Alex, a lot.”

“I like you too Y/n, a lot.” he said as the two of you erupted into a fit of giggles. He slowly eased you off of him and grabbed your hand, leading you towards the bathroom. As you were peeing, Alex was running a bath and once you were done, he made his way over to you and picked you up and placed you into the warm, bubble filled bath. Once you were settled, he got in behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his head in the crook of your neck as you melted into his chest. 

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@soaringcloud​ @yes-divine-ruler​

 I hope you all enjoyed this ;)

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[honeybeefae]

Hi lovely,

Congrats on 2K, so happy for you!!!! I really loved the Eris starfall prompt you did a while back, woudl you consider writing another Eris starfall piece (not picky about what's in it, go wild <3)?

love,

anon

(p.s. this is health issues anon, I've fully recovered thanks to bedrest and the magical medicine of Dr. Ben and Jerry, and thank you for giving me the fanfiction to rebinge ever since I joined the ACOTAR fandom you were one of my first favourites and it's stayed)

(This was so cute to write and I literally was kicking my feet and giggling the entire time. I hope you enjoy it and I am SO happy to hear you are recovered fully and I'm kicking my feet again about me being one of your favorites thank you sm that means so much <3 <3)

Starfall Wishes (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

WARNINGS: None, pure fluff :) 

“Stop moving, I’m almost done!” You chastise the little girl in front of you as she wiggles from side to side. She’s practically vibrating with excitement as you pin the last emeralds into her hair, making sure everything was in its place before you turned her around to face the mirror.

“Wow…” She gasped, standing up on the chair to admire the way her dress shimmered and shined. “I look just like you, mama!”

“I think you are far more beautiful, Scarlett.” You smile lovingly, helping her off the chair. “I think your daddy will think so too.”

“I can’t wait to see him! He promised me a dance!” She said gleefully, bounding out of the bedroom and towards the door. “I can’t believe I finally get to come with you! And I get to see Nyx and Valerie!”

“It’s going to be a big night.” You nod along as she continued raving about the party, barely stopping to take a breath. “Are you sure you can handle staying up this late? Our ride was long this morning.”

“I’m fine, I’m not a baby,” Scarlett said with a huff, crossing her arms and pouting. “Can we go now? I don’t want to be late!”

“You need to learn patience, my love. We are a few feet from the party so I doubt we can be late.” You point out while fixing your lipstick, sighing when she starts tugging on your skirts.

“I can hear Nyx and Valerie playing already!” She whined, already on the verge of a meltdown as you rolled your eyes and slid on your heels. The sun had already dipped past the horizon and you realized that Eris was still nowhere to be seen.

“Do you know where your father is?” You asked her, rubbing your temple when she shrugged her shoulders and opened the door. “I suppose he will be late once more.”

The trip to the balcony was short and you barely had enough time to open the door before Scarlett ran past you and into the arms of her two friends. Nyx was growing up as handsome as his father with the kindness of his mother, his little smile making you wanna pinch his cheek as he gave you a wave. 

Valerie was a spitfire all on her own. She had Cassian’s wings but the rest of her, save for the curly dark hair, was pure Nesta. She was the ringleader of the three musketeers as you called them. You gave her a nod as she passed you by, offering you the same as the trio immediately went to the food.

“I think they have the right idea.” Feyre chuckled as she wrapped you in a tight hug, your large belly bumping against her own. It had been quite a shock for both of you to find out you were pregnant again so soon, especially simultaneously, but it seemed to have brought you closer.

“Right? I swear I’m carrying twin boys with the way I’ve been eating.” You grinned, smiling at Rhys as he came up behind Feyre and pulled her into his body. “I see your belly hasn’t gotten in the way of you two.”

“It could never,” Rhys smirked, kissing her ear and making her giggle. “I see your mate is not around. Is the High Lord going to skip out on you once again?”

You frowned and looked towards the door. “He wouldn’t miss Scarlett’s first Starfall. It’s all she’s been talking about for months.” 

“Of course, of course.” He assured, though you could hear the tension in his voice. “I’m glad they all have each other to grow up with. Nyx adores Scarlett.”

“Scarlett feels the same.” You say while turning your attention back to your daughter. “She’s recently asked if he and Valerie can come on a hunting trip with us.”

“I don’t know if I trust the lot of them with weapons just yet,” Cassian said, coming out of nowhere with Nesta by his side. “Valerie has been eyeing our blades for a while and I cannot lie, I’m slightly afraid of that.”

“I seem to recall you having the same reaction when I train with you, though I think it’s because you get knocked on your ass every time.” Nesta snickered, her eyes warm as Cassian rolled his eyes at her dig.

“Like mother like daughter.” He replied with a smile, red siphons glowing as the sky grew darker. “Is Eris not coming?”

“He is.” You said a little too quickly, placing a hand atop your bump as you tried not to stress. “He must have gotten caught up with something.”

“Do you want us to go look for him?” Rhysand asked, noting your anxious stance. “I’m sure he’s fine but we can find him with ease.”

Your mouth twists upwards in contemplation, looking around the party once more before shaking your head. “I don’t want you to miss it. He knows where he is supposed to be.”

“Right by your side, as always.” Eris’s smooth voice purrs into your ear, making you jump in surprise. You turn to face him and lightly slap him on his arm, your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“You are late, sir.” You say through your teeth, nodding towards Scarlett. “You almost missed her first Starfall. She even picked out a dress to match mine.”

Scarlett turned when she heard him, her face lightening up in happiness as she abandoned whatever game they were playing to leap into her father's arms.

“Daddy, daddy!” She squealed as he swung her around once, hugging his neck as tight as she could. “Look at my dress! It’s just like Mama’s!”

“You look beautiful, my little fireheart.” Eris cooed, kissing her cheek and setting her down. “As beautiful as Mama.”

A blush crept onto your cheeks as he pulled you to his side, Scarlett running back to Nyx and Valerie. You closed your eyes as he kissed you softly, his hand on the small of your back. 

“I’m sorry I’m late. I had to stop and get a gift for you.” He smirked, dodging another playful slap. 

“We said no gifts, Eris!” You huffed. “I didn’t get you anything because I thought we were in agreement.”

“You’ve gotten me two of the best gifts I could ever want, besides you of course.” He replied while rubbing your belly, his gaze turning tender as he went from the baby in your stomach to Scarlett. “You’ve gifted me something I can never repay.”

A brief flash of light had a hush falling over the crowd, everyone turning to look out into the sky. You reached out your hand to Scarlett and she happily took it, giggling when Eris lifted her onto his shoulders so she could get a better view. 

The flash was soon followed by more until the entire sky was raining stars. It never got old as you stared in wonder, one of Eris’s arms wrapping around you so he could kiss your temple.

“This is amazing,” Scarlett whispered above the two of you, her amber eyes wide with disbelief. “Daddy, could you get one for me?”

“Anything for my girl.” He immediately replied, patting her knee as he winked at you. If someone had told you years ago when you had first met Eris, that he would be a fun-loving, smiling father you would’ve laughed in their face. 

His life had shaped him into someone who was hard to understand, someone who rarely showed affection outside of you, but starting this family with him had completely changed him in the best way possible.

“Could you get me one too?” You smiled, gazing up at him in utter devotion and love.

Eris looked down at you, taking in the curve of your lips and the color of your eyes. Your beauty constantly took his breath away and tonight was no different. He never thought he could have this, have a family with you. 

“Anything for my girl.” He repeated, resting his chin on your forehead as you wrapped your arms around his stomach and laid your head on his chest as the stars danced around your little family. 

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[fallingforfictionalcharacterss]

Hiii, I really liked Cookies and I was wondering if you could write something similar. I thought about enemies to lovers where Dracos friends slip potion into his drink and he starts to be all over her and she's really annoyed. But when the effect of the potion fates he doesn't stop behave like this because he is actually in love with her. And she realizes she is too. IDK, this is hard to explain.

Thank you so much for your request. This might have turned out as one of my favourite writings by now. I hope this is the way you wanted it.

The most powerful feeling

Warnings: implied mentions of suicide

“Damn it (Y/l/n), are you in every class I´m taking this year?”

“Of course, Malfoy. I couldn’t stand one without you.”

“Well, I can´t stand a class with you.” “I don’t think this is my problem, is it?” “You were really born to annoy me, weren’t you?”

“No, but I rather took your classes as well to do so, than take those that might help me with my future plans.”

“Is there space for anything but ruin my life?” “Oh yeah, you´re probably right. All my life is dedicated to you.”

You rolled your eyes. Malfoy just wanted to reply, when Professor Slughorn entered the classroom. The elder man greeted you cheerfully, while his students took their seats. You sat down next to Hermione, who was already listening to the Professor attentively.

After a short introduction, Professor Slughorn asked you to get closer to a table in front of him. On the table, he had placed some cauldrons.

“For the beginning, I have brought you some different potions. Who can tell me, which?” Hermione´s hand shot up immediately.

“Very well, Miss…” Professor Slughorn stopped and looked at her questionably.

“Granger, Sir.”, Hermione smiled.

You could see a flash of recognition on his face.

“Ahh, of course, Miss Granger. Mr Potter has already told me about you.”

You could see Hermione´s cheeks heat up in joy before she stepped forward and started to identify the different potions.

“I wonder how you even got in here.”, you heard a familiar voice sneering behind you. “I don’t remember you having any talent for this class.” “And I don’t remember the last time you were able to shut up.”

You sighted. But Malfoy was right. If Professor Snape would still be the teacher, you wouldn’t have been allowed to participate in the class, since he had some higher standards than the new Professor.

You brought your attention back to Hermione.

“This is Amortentia. It´s the most powerful love potion in the world.”

You could hear some gasps, but you were only slightly impressed. What was a love potion even good for? Why would you want to be with a person who you knew wouldn’t want to be with you if you hadn’t drugged them?

“Listen closely, (Y/l/n), this might be the only chance to ever get someone to love you.”, Malfoy continued teasing.

“Do you have a question, Mr. Malfoy?”, Professor Slughorn asked.

You could see Malfoy´s ears turning slightly pink, as the Professor called him out. You couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction.

“I am sorry Professor.”, Malfoy said with an innocent smile. “But I was just wondering why you said this potion is so powerful. Aren´t many more dangerous things in this room?”

Unlike you, Malfoy had seemed to be able to listen to the explanations of the Professor, while humiliating you once more. You sighted. This boy somehow always got his act together. Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson snickered in approval at Malfoy´s words. Professor Slughorn also smiled and nodded.

“My dear boy, I assume you have never truly been in love, have you?”

Malfoy didn’t answer and just shrugged his shoulders, looking at his feet.

“Because if you had been,”, the Professor continued, “You would know that love is the most powerful feeling in the world. It can make you feel as if you are the luckiest person alive, or the most unfortunate one. It can make time stop or make it go faster. It can make you feel alive, but it can also kill you.” Slughorn stared into the void with a dreamy expression on his face.

“If one is able to truly love, it is the greatest gift in the world. You will be the happiest you have ever been. But it´s also the things we love the most that can hurt us the most.”

Then, the Professor snapped back to reality and looked at Malfoy, who stared at him unimpressed.

“One day, you might understand, dear boy.”

Then he continued his lesson.

“Such a shame you´re not capable of such feelings”, you whispered at Malfoy with a fake pity on your face. “Well, maybe except for yourself.”

Malfoy just stared at you with a blank face and didn’t answer.

“See, you can´t even say something against it.”, you smiled sweetly.

Then you turned to Professor Slughorn again and listen to him explaining the effect of Felix Felicis.

When you returned to your seats, you saw Malfoy and his friends, whispering on the other side of the room, shooting you some glances.

“You could think he has something better to do, don’t you?”, you whispered to Hermione, while gathering up the ingredients for the potion you had to brew. But Hermione just rolled her eyes.

“I could also think you would have something better to do, (Y/n).” “What, it´s not my fault, he is so obsessed with me. I´m just defending myself.”

But that wasn’t exactly true. Sure, it had been Malfoy who had started this hostility in the first year, by calling Hermione a mudblood. You had to hex him for this, of course, earning yourself a month of detention. After that incident it hadn’t been about his aversion to muggle-borns or that he was jealous of Harry all the time. You and the blond Slytherin by now had your personal enmity. You hated everything about him. The way he treated not only the people he didn’t like but also his friends, his pride, especially regarding his family, the way his silvery eyes were sparkling whenever he knew he had hurt someone and the way he was for some reason the only one who was able to keep up with your sarcastic remarks, you rarely ever made in front of others, knowing it might scare them off. But not Malfoy. Sometimes you even caught yourself enjoying your bickering, but as soon as you did, you reminded yourself, that the tall Slytherin boy with the arrogant smirk always playing around his full lips was nothing but your enemy. Everyone knew that, even though your friends sometimes made some comments about the unusual amount of time and effort you put into this hostility. Just like they did now.

“You know, sometimes you behave like an old married couple.”, Ron said from the other side of the table, weighing the sloth's brain.

“Sometimes I think I might have to get jealous (Y/n), I always thought Malfoy´s my enemy.”, Harry added with a smirk.

You just rolled your eyes.

“You really have to decide. Are we a couple or enemies?”

“Those things might go hand in hand, you know?”, Hermione now joined the conversation.

“I thought at least you would be on my side Mione.”, you whined. “I´m not interested in Malfoy. Not at all! He´s a spoiled git and there is nothing attractive about him at all.”

You put down the infusion of wormwood a little harder than intended, making the liquid nearly slop.

“Well, you have to admit he´s kinda hot.”, Hermione said and watched with a smug grin how Ron choked on the air, not able to calm down again until Harry patted his back.

You refused to answer. You had to admit that Malfoy wasn’t bad looking with his grey eyes and the small crinkles around his eyes whenever he -what happened rarely- laughed. But that changed nothing at all. To confirm your thoughts, you looked over to the table of the Slytherins, where the friends were still whispering. Little did you know, they had a pretty similar conversation going on.

“By Merlin´s beard, Pansy. I don’t like her. She´s a Gryffindor. She´s a friend of Potter. She is a filthy blood traitor with an average talent for sarcasm. That’s all.”

“Well, she is really pretty too, don’t you think?”

“If you like her that much then go date her yourself, Parkinson.”, Draco growled, before perusing his potion again.

Pansy watched her friend with narrowed eyes, before turning around to Blaise, who watched the scene with an amused grin. He was already used to it and found those conversations rather entertaining. But when Pansy approached him with a mischievous grin on her face, he knew this time something would be different.

“Blaise,”, Pansy said, her voice sounding as sweet as honey as she whispered: “I don’t think we can let him talk to me like this, do you? I think we might have to teach him a lesson. And (Y/l/n) too. It´s so annoying to watch them, not being able to solve their own problems.”

Blaise raised an eyebrow.

“How?”

Pansy´s grin only grew wider.

“I might have an idea.”

It was nearly the end of the lesson -Harry had been the only one who had brewed an acceptable potion- when Pansy Parkinson raised her hand.

“Excuse me Professor, I don’t feel very well.”, she said in a shaky voice.

You watched Professor Slughorn walking up to the girl who had by now sunken down on her chair. When the Professor got to their table, Blaise Zabini backed off immediately, making space for him. Slughorn felt the pulse of Pansy Parkinson. Then he nodded knowingly.

“No worries. You probably just inhaled too much of the vapours.”

With a quick flick of his wand, he conjured a cup and filled it with some water.

“Drink that. And if it won´t get better, feel free to leave the class.” The Slytherin nodded and smiled thankfully.

“Thank you, Professor. I think it´s already getting better.”

Slughorn returned her smile before he turned around and committed himself to the other students again.

Neither you nor anyone else saw the questioning glance, Pansy threw at Blaise. And neither you nor anyone else saw the triumphant grin on Blaise´s face when he waved with the small vial in his hand.

You cursed under your breath as you rushed through the corridors. You had overslept, not that this was unusual, and was late for breakfast now. Just as you rushed around the corner, someone bumped into you.

“By Salazar, I´m awake for not even half an hour and you are already ruining my day!”

You frowned. Out of all the people you had to run into Malfoy. This day started absolutely amazing.

“Could say the same.”, you mumbled.

You wanted to pass him, not in the mood for a dispute that early in the morning, but Malfoy had different plans. He grabbed you by the wrist, making you stop.

“Let go of me Malfoy!”, you barked.

“I will. But first, you are going to apologise.”

You stared at him in disbelieve.

“Me? Apologizing? To you?”

“Well, you are not as stupid as you look (Y/l/n).”, he snickered.

“You bumped into me.”, you said, feeling your face redden.

Malfoy laughed.

“I´m not the one running around like I´m crazy.”

“Neither do I.”

“Then why you bumped into me?”

“I didn’t…” You stopped and took a deep breath. Then you smiled up at the boy in front of you. “You know what? You´re right. I´m actually sorry.”

Malfoy looked at you, confused why you gave in that easy. But as soon as his grip loosened around your wrist you freed yourself and walked away. Before you disappeared behind the next corner, you turned around once more, adding: “Sorry for everyone who has to deal with you!”

When you saw Malfoy at breakfast, he shot you a deadly glance, probably still mad you had had the last word. You saw him sitting down with his friends. Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini offered their friend a cup of pumpkin juice with a friendly smile. After he had emptied it, they burst into laughter, glancing over at you. As your gaze met theirs, you quickly looked away again, wondering why you had even looked there in the first place. Besides, you were late for class already. Luckily one, you didn’t share with the Slytherins.

When you got up and left the Great Hall, you resisted looking back to the table with Malfoy and his friends. But if you had done it, you might had seen the confused look in Malfoy´s eyes, when he watched you leave and Parkinson and Zabini high-fifing in a not-so-subtle way.

After your class, you walked into the courtyard, together with Hermione. Just as you talked about your DADA class with Snape, you ran into someone the second time this day. And for the second time, it was Malfoy.

“Godric, are you following me around?”, you frowned as you looked at the blond boy.

But instead of a counter-attack, he just stared at you, mesmerized. You returned his gaze, confused.

“Are you… okay?”, you asked carefully, when he didn’t react.

“You are so beautiful. You know that (Y/n)?”

You froze.

“What?”

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.”

You glanced at Hermione, who looked just as confused as you.

“Is that some kind of sick joke of yours?”, you asked, eying the boy in front of you distrustfully. But Malfoy just shook his head.

“That is nothing to joke about.”

“Aha?”

“I really mean it. You are so pretty. And I don’t mean your outer appearance. Even though it´s beautiful as well. I mean whenever I look into your eyes…” He looked at you dreamingly, like he would actually get lost in the way you looked at him.

“What´s wrong with my eyes Malfoy?”, you asked impatiently.

“Nothing, nothing is wrong with your eyes (Y/n). In fact, there is nothing wrong with you at all. You are just flawless.”

When he continued staring at you, a new thought crossed your mind.

“Wait, did you hurt your head?”

Malfoy looked at you irritated.

“What´s with my head?” But then a haze laid upon his gaze once more. “You are always so attentive. Do you worry about me?” His face lit up at that thought. “Is it because you like me? Because I like you (Y/n), I really do. And by that, I mean…”

“I mean did something happen to you? Did you trip? Maybe fell and hit your head?”

Draco shook his head.

“I didn’t fall. Well, I didn’t fall except for you. By the way, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

That was it. Hermione burst into laughter, while you just rolled your eyes.

“Okay, Malfoy, whatever is going on, get yourself together again. Can´t take you seriously like this.”

You turned around, together with Hermione, who by now whipped some tears from her cheeks, still giggling. But you didn’t get far.

“(Y/n), wait!”

You kept going.

“(Y/n), please!”

“What is it Malfoy?” “Why are you leaving already?”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“I thought we could spend some time together. You know,”, he glared at Hermione, “just the two of us.”

 You couldn’t help but laugh.

“If it had ever been just the two of us one had always tried to murder the other one.” Draco´s eyes widened.

“I could never do this to you (Y/n). I love you.”

You stared at him in disbelieve.

“Okay, now you are actually kidding me.”

Draco shook his head eagerly.

“I don’t. I mean it. I love you (Y/n).”

You could feel a strange aching in the area of your stomach. If this boy was playing games with you -which he obviously did- this wasn’t funny anymore. To play with the feelings of someone else in this way was just disgusting.

When you didn’t answer, Draco looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Please (Y/n), what can I do to make you believe me?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Just leave me alone for the rest of the day.”

You couldn’t deal with his behaviour right now. If he teased you, you knew exactly what to do, but when he behaved like this, complementing you and declaring his love, you had no idea what you were supposed to do.

“But I can´t. We are made for each other. Every second without you is one wasted!”

The sound of his voice nearly made your heart break. But that was the exact reason why you needed to leave. You couldn’t deal with whatever this was.

“C´mon Hermione, let´s just leave.”

Your friend obeyed and you left the poor boy standing there on his own, utterly confused about what had just happened. Did he do something wrong?

That´s what he also asked his friends who had watched the whole scene.

“I don’t know man. Girls, I guess.”, Blaise said, as he patted Draco´s back.

“Maybe you should get her some flowers. Every girl loves flowers.”, Pansy suggested, biting her lip to hold back laughter.

Draco nodded eagerly. Flowers. That was a great idea. Then you would finally understand that the two of you were made for each other.

“(Y/n), there is someone outside of the common room for you.”, a fourth-year Gryffindor snickered, while her friend next to her nearly burst into laughter.

You raised your eyebrows. All your friends were here and even if they weren’t, they would have just come in. And you didn’t remember planning to meet one of the students from the other houses today.

“Who is it?”

“Why don´t you go and take a look yourself?”, the girl giggled, before she disappeared with her friends in their dorm.

Your friends looked at you questionably.

“Any ideas who this is?”, Harry asked who was sitting in the wing chair towards you.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“I guess there´s only one way to find out.”

You got up from your chair and went to the entrance.

When the portrait opened, you saw red.

Literally.

In front of you stood a huge bouquet of red roses. The strange thing was, that the bouquet seemed to have some legs, one of them bouncing nervously.

“What in the name of…”, you mumbled.

Then you saw a light blond shock of hair appearing behind the flowers, as well as some silvery eyes, glancing at you full of expectation.

“No!” You shook your head. “No, no, no. No!”

“(Y/n), what is it? Who…” Hermione´s voice broke at the view of the boy in front of you.

Quickly you backed up again and wanted to slam the door behind you, but Malfoy was faster. Quickly, he got a foot in the door.

“(Y/n), please, just listen to me.”, he pleaded.

“I don’t know what you could tell me that I would be interested in, Malfoy.”, you said in a cold voice.

“But I bought you flowers.”

“Probably poisoned.”

“No, they aren’t. I swear by the name of my mother.”

Well, that meant something. But you still had no intention, to believe him. You wanted to leave, but Ron stopped you. Harry and he had stood a meter behind you, obviously enjoying the scene.

“Let the man say what he got to say.”, Ron grinned.

You sighted and turned around to Malfoy again, arms crossed.

“You got ten seconds.”

“I love you (Y/n).”, bubbled out of the boy immediately. “I truly do. I adore you with every fibre of my body. And I am truly sorry for everything I have ever done to hurt you. And I want to make it up to you. Please just give me a chance. I swear I will…” “Time´s up Malfoy.”, you interrupted him.

The boy stopped and looked at you hopefully. You stared at him with a blank face, hoping nothing in your eyes would give away the confusion that blustered inside of you when you heard his voice sounding so vulnerable.

“So what do you say? Will you give me a chance?” “I don’t know what game you play Malfoy.” The tone of your voice was calm, even though you could sense the shakiness threatening to burst out with every word you spoke. “But to play with the emotions of other people like this is just disgusting. I don’t know what you´re up to and I don’t want to know. But let me make one thing clear. I don’t love you. I never did and I never will. You make me sick. That´s the only feeling you can cause in me. And now for the love of Godric just leave, before I´ll hex you so bad that you´ll never leave the hospital wing again. And take your silly flowers with you.”

With every word you spoke your heart tightened more when you saw the look in his eyes. Every fibre of your body screamed at you that he was genuine and that you might had just broken him. But your trust in him was irreparably damaged. And that´s why you turned around and left Malfoy alone, with his flowers in his hand and tears in his eyes, wondering how he deserved the pain his love had caused.

Pansy and Blaise had been standing behind the next corner, listening to every word you had said. Even though everything had started out as a joke, now they felt sorry for their friend. When Draco walked past them, Pansy grabbed him by his arm, causing him to stop.

“Draco, what are you up to?”, she asked him, trying to make her voice sound friendly and clueless.

When Draco turned around, she was surprised to see tears swimming in his eyes. They had been friends for such a long time, still, she couldn’t remember one time he cried in front of her.

“This doesn’t make any sense anymore Pansy.”, he said.

His voice sounded so hopeless, sending shivers down the spines of his friends.

“What are you talking about?” “She doesn’t love me. She told me. And she never will.”

“But you won´t give up that easy, will you?”

Draco shrugged his shoulders.

“Doesn’t matter anymore. If she doesn’t want me, I don’t want myself anymore either. She told me to leave and so I will. I will never bother her again. Just tell her I loved her. I truly did.”

Draco continued his way.

Pansy and Blaise looked at each other, now truly concerned about their friend.

“Draco, where are you going?”, Blaise yelled.

“To the astronomy tower.”

“And what do you want there?”

“If I can´t spend the rest of my life with her it´s useless anyway. Then I don’t want to live anymore at all.”

He wanted to leave, but Blaise, was quick to walk up to his friend, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“Mate, you´re definitely exaggerating.”, he said, trying to give his voice a chatty tone, not showing off how much the words of his best friend frightened him.

But Draco just shook his head.

“I want a life with her or not at all.”, he said, trying to free himself of the tight grip of his friend.

“Maybe we could try to talk to her once more.”

“I tried. But she told me to leave. I´m nothing but a burden for her. And I don’t want to bother her anymore. Now let me go before I hex you.”

But Blaise refused to do so and Draco grabbed his wand.

“We gave you a love potion Draco.”, Pansy suddenly blurted out.

Draco froze. Then, slowly, he turned around, looking at her in disbelief.

“You did what?”

“We sneaked some of the Amortentia of Slughorn´s first lesson into your drink this morning. It was meant to be fun. We didn’t think it would be that… that bad.”

Draco shook his head.

“But I love her.”

“No you don’t. It´s just the potion making you think that.”

Draco thought about her words for a few moments. Then he straightened up again. His gaze was stubborn.

“And if you did, I don’t care. It only made me realize how I am really feeling for her. Nothing in this world could fake the feelings I have. I know I am truly in love with (Y/n). I belong to her. We are made for each other. But sadly,”, his voice lowered again, “she doesn’t think the same.”

“If you are so convinced by that, you won´t mind getting the antidote, will you?”, Pansy asked. “After that, you can do… whatever you think is right then.”

Draco furrowed his eyebrows. But then he shrugged his shoulders.

“Doesn’t matter now anyway, does it?”

Pansy nodded.

“That’s what I thought. Now, you will go to Professor Slughorn together with Blaise and I will follow soon. Okay.”

Draco gave his friend a short nod. Blaise patted his back.

“C´mon mate. You´ll feel better soon.”

And then their ways parted, Blaise and Draco walking to Professor Slughorn´s office, Pansy to the Gryffindor common room.

In the meantime, you let yourself fall back into your wing chair, burring your face in your hands. You weren’t exactly mad at Malfoy, more at yourself, for letting you feel so confused by his actions. And the fact that Harry and Ron couldn’t stop laughing about it, didn’t make it better.

“His face was just hilarious.”, Harry snickered.

“Bloody hell, I wish I had a camera.”, Ron laughed.

“Can you shut it for a moment?”, you hissed, not having the nerve for their jokes right now.

Ron raised his hands in defence.

“It´s just Malfoy (Y/n). Probably he is laughing his ass off right now. Don’t give him the satisfaction of making you feel like this.”

“Feel like what?”

“Guilty.”

You brushed it off. But Ron was right. You could still remember the hurt you had seen in Malfoy´s eyes when you had told him you didn’t love him. Your head was screaming at you that he was fooling you once more. But your heart told you otherwise.

“What do you think, Mione?”, you asked your best and smartest friend.

Hermione hadn’t said anything yet, just staring at you, lost in her thoughts.

“That was unusual.”, she said after long hesitation.

“Don’t you say.”

“No, I mean, I don’t think he was trying to make fun of you. I think he was honest.”

“You don’t actually think Malfoy´s in love with (Y/n)?”, Harry asked, furrowing his brows.

Hermione shook her head.

“Probably not. At least that´s not what caused this behaviour.  But maybe he thinks he is.”

You stared at Hermione when suddenly Professor Slughorn's words echoed in your head again. “Powerful infatuations can be induced by the skilful potioneer.” So what if someone…

“You mean, someone smuggled love potion into his foot?”, you asked in disbelieve, feeling your heart drop at this thought.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders.

“Love potion, a powerful curse. Something like this.” She turned to Ron. “Your brothers are selling some love potions, don’t they?”

Ron shrugged his shoulders, now looking not so happy anymore.

“I think so. But mostly just create a small rapture. And it vanishes after a few hours.”

You just prayed this was also the case here. If Hermione was actually right and someone had actually poisoned Malfoy. But let alone the thought he actually had a thing for you, even if it was due to a potion and even if it was Malfoy, and you had treated him like this, made your stomach ache. No one deserved such a rude put-down. Not even him.

“I should probably go and find out.”, you sighted.

Hermione nodded in agreement.

“Do you want me to join you?”

But you shook your head.

“I think I´ll be fine. And if he wasn’t poisoned or hexed,”, you added with a fierce expression on your face, “he should better start running now before I´ll get him.”

But just as you got up, one of the other Gryffindors approached you.

“(Y/n), there´s someone waiting for you outside the common room.”

You nodded thankfully. You didn’t know whether you hoped it was Malfoy or not.

But it wasn’t Malfoy. It was Pansy Parkinson. And the look on her face made you suspect nothing good.

“What is it?”, you asked straight away, not in the mood for Smalltalk.

You could see her shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other before she said: I might messed up something.”

And on your way to Slughorn´s office, she told you everything. How she had been so tired of your constant bickering and how she thought it might be fun to mess the two of you up a little bit. How she had faked her non-well-being in class to give Blaise the chance to steal some of the Amortentia. And how they sneaked it into Malfoy´s drink this morning, not thinking it would get out of control to a point where he didn’t want to live anymore without you.

You were obviously angry at Pansy and Blaise for doing something that stupid, but also mad at yourself for not noticing the situation. But mostly you were concerned about Malfoy, hoping he got to Slughorn unharmed and hoping the Professor would be able to help him.

When you reached the office, Slughorn was already waiting for you.

“Very well, Miss (Y/l/n) and Miss Parkinson.”, Slughorn greeted you. “Mr Malfoy and Mr Zabini are already waiting for you.”

In a lower voice, he added: “Please be gentle with Mr Malfoy, Miss (Y/l/n). He is currently very unstable.”

You just nodded and Professor Slughorn let you enter the room.

Malfoy was sitting on a chair in a corner, slumped down. Blaise Zabini was standing next to him, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

When Malfoy raised his head and saw you, his face lit up for a second, before he sank back down again.

“I´m sorry (Y/n). I didn’t know you would be here. I didn’t mean to bother you again. I´ll just leave.”

He wanted to get up, but you quickly stepped in.

“It´s alright Mal… Draco.”, you said, forcing yourself to smile. “You don’t have to leave.” But this didn’t seem to comfort him.

“You don’t have to be so nice to me. I know you are a gentle person, but you don’t have to lie to me. I don’t deserve your compassion.”

But he had it. You felt terribly sorry for the boy in front of you, looking so broken because of you. No. This wasn’t because of you. This was because of Parkinson and Zabini.

“I didn’t lie Draco. I mean it. I want you to stay. Pansy had told me what happened. I´m not mad at you. I want to help you.”

Slowly, Malfoy looked up to you. You could see a small spark of hope glimmering in his eyes again.

“But you hate me.” “I don’t hate you. I just don’t like you very much. I mean I didn’t.”, you were quick to say when his face fell once more. “I didn’t like the things you did to me and my friends. But I think we might deserve a second chance, don’t we?”

Draco nodded eagerly.

“Anything you want (Y/n). I promise I´ll try my best to make it better this time.”

Even though you knew it was just the potion speaking and not him, you couldn’t help the warmth that flushed over you at his words.

“I think it might be a good first step to let Professor Slughorn help you with this… situation, don’t you think?”

Draco was quick to agree. You smiled smugly, but when you turned around to the Professor and saw his face, you immediately knew something was wrong.

“I´m afraid it won´t be that simple.”, he said. “Normally the antidote of a love potion is a hate potion. But due to the fact that all those Weasley love potions had been smuggled into the school, I´m out of those.”

You sighted.

“And how long will it take until you brew some new?”

“This takes some time. I have already started to brew some a few days ago, but it won´t be finished until next week.”

You looked at him in disbelief.

“Next week?”, you echoed, leaning to the wall next to you.

“Oh but no need to worry. The effect of the potion won't last that long. It will start to vanish very soon. Until the antidote is ready, Mr Malfoy will be himself again without any help. Right now, his obsession with you is very strong and controls everything he is doing, but it will start to fade within a few hours. Then he will still think he is in love with you but will be able to control his behaviour again.”

You sighted. Only a few more hours. You could do this. Just separate yourself from him and wait.

“He shouldn’t be left alone until, well at least tomorrow. And since it is the fault of the two of you he is like this”, he said, now addressing Parkinson and Zabini, “I assume you will take care of him in this time. I will think about what I will do with you after this. Stealing such a dangerous potion after I just warned you. I am very disappointed in you!”

The two students looked quite rueful, mumbling an excuse.

“Now off you go. And take care of your friend. If something feels strange, just get back to me.”

Blaise nudged Draco, so he would get up since he didn’t listen to the words of the Professor, busy with admiring you standing here, in the same room, looking so effortlessly beautiful and forgiving him for everything he had done in the last few hours. Oh boy, he loved you even more for this.

Before you left, you addressed Professor Slughorn once more.

“Professor, how long will it take maximally until he is normal again?”, you asked.

Professor Slughorn looked at you pitiful.

“It depends on the attraction of the target of desire and the relationship between the two of you. I think he will be mostly fine again tomorrow. The latest the day after. If any feelings are left then, you can tell me after our lesson. Then I will check him once more.”

You nodded and smiled thankfully.

“Thank you, Professor.”

Draco and his friends were already waiting for you outside. Everyone looked at you, quite overstrained with the situation. You cleared your throat.

“Well, I think I´ll leave now. If something is wrong, you know where to find me.”

But just as you were about to turn around, Draco spoke up again.

“(Y/n), wait.”

You took a deep breath and stopped.

“What is it Draco?”

“You said you wanted to give me a second chance, didn’t you?”

You cursed yourself for saying that earlier.

“I think so?”

“Well, maybe we could spend some time together then. To get to know each other, you know?”

Draco threw you a shy smile, making your heart beating faster.

“I´m not sure if this is a good idea…”

“But I do. I know I actually love you (Y/n). I don’t care what the others say. It´s not that stupid potion. I just know it. Please give me a chance. I´m begging you.”

You sighted. But maybe it was better to stay with him for some time. Just as long as he had calmed down again and wouldn’t do something stupid. Well, as long as you wouldn’t say something stupid.

“I still have some homework to do. We can meet in the library in half an hour if you want to.”

Draco nodded eagerly.

“I would love to. This is going to be great!”

You highly doubted this but smiled anyway. After you said goodbye to the three friends, you went back to the common room, to grab your books.

Half an hour later, you were at the library. You had quickly told your friends what had happened, earning some laughter from Harry and Ron, and some disapproval from Hermione about Pansy´s and Blaise´s behaviour. You had made them promise that they wouldn’t follow you, since you suspected this “date” would be awkward enough without your best friends laughing behind your back. Hermione had promised you, she would take care of the boys while you were gone.

Now you saw Draco already waiting for you, some books in his hand, waving at you in excitement.

“Hey (Y/n)!”, he yelled, making some students turn around, confused by his friendly tone and the bright smile on his face since everyone knew how much you hated each other.

But you just ignored them and returned his smile.

“Hey Draco. Ready?”

“For you? Any time?”

He smiled stupidly, making you laugh.

“Let´s go then.”

Studying wasn’t that easy when you had someone watching you the entire time. Because that´s what Draco did. Instead of doing his homework, he had placed his arms on a book on the table and laid his head upon them, looking at you in admiration. The only thing he had been helpful with was your potion essay since Draco was actually way better in this class than you. But then he fell back into his state of staring at you. At some point you gave up, trying to learn anything, while you felt his grey eyes lingering on you and started a conversation with him. When Draco started to relax it was -apart from many cheesy compliments- actually quite fun to talk to him.

And when the library closed and it was time for dinner, you found yourself being a little bit sad that the time with him was over already. But you thrusted this thought aside. Tomorrow, Draco would hate you again and everything would be back to normal. It was better if you wouldn’t start to enjoy the time with him at all than missing it in the future.

When you said goodbye, Draco smiled at you sweetly.

“You aren’t that bad you know? For a Gryffindor I mean.”

You couldn’t help but laugh genuinely. This was the first mean comment he had made since the whole thing started. And Godric, you had missed it.

“I like you way better like that, you know that Malfoy?”, you smiled.

His cheeks flushed.

“If I would have known that I wouldn’t have bought you flowers.”, he mumbled.

He raised his hand to brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear, before leaning in for a kiss, but you quickly took a step back, leaving him embarrassed.

“Love potion, you remember?”, you said, trying to keep your face from heating up.

Draco nodded. Then a cocky grin appeared on his face.

“Wait, does that mean you would have kissed me if it wasn’t for the potion?”

Now your face definitely reddened.

“Keep on dreaming Malfoy.”, you grumbled.

“Oh I will (Y/l/n)”, he laughed.

“Well, see you tomorrow I guess.”

“Yeah, see you.”, he smiled. “And (Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“I´ll still love you then, no matter if the potion will still be working or not.”

You threw him a small smile.

“We´ll see about that.”

“What do you think? Does he still think he´s in love with you?”, Ron asked for the hundredth time this morning, making the knot in your stomach only tighten.

“I don’t know Ronald.”, you hissed.

You had slept badly that night, Draco´s last words still echoing inside your head. You didn’t even know why you were thinking so much about it. By now, the effect of the potion had most likely disappeared and you would go back to normal. Or at least you would try to.

“But you will find out soon.”, Hermione said, when she saw Draco standing in front of the Great Hall, looking around as if he was looking for something. Or someone.

“I think I´ll…”

You made an ungainly gesture into his direction. Your friends grinned.

“Have fun with your boyfriend.”, Harry grinned.

You just rolled your eyes, ignoring his comment, before you left your friends and headed towards Draco.

When he saw you walking to him, Draco´s face lit up. You could see it from a few meters away, even though he tried to hide it.

“Hey.”, you said, smiling carefully, slightly scared of his reaction.

“Hey.”, he smiled back, his cheeks flushing.

“So… how are you?”, you asked.

“You mean if I am still in love with you?”

You nodded.

“I´m afraid I am. Seems like this stupid potion is still working.”, he mumbled.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“So you think it´s the potion now as well?”

Draco just shrugged his shoulders.

“I mean it has to be, doesn’t it? We never got along and the fact that I suddenly feel like this for you…”

He didn’t dare to look into your eyes and looked at his shoes instead. You didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed at his reaction. A part of you was glad he had finally realized his feelings for you weren’t real, but there was a small voice in the back of your head telling you that you wouldn’t have minded if all of this had happened for another reason. But you brushed it off.

“Well, at least you sound more like yourself again.”, you tried to cheer him up.

Draco scoffed.

“Not like a love drunk idiot anymore?”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Something like this.”

Draco looked at you with an unknown intensity in his eyes.

“Your laugh is still beautiful, you know that? I´m wondering how I could ever not see this.”

You couldn’t help but bush.

“Seems like the effect hasn’t totally vanished yet.”

“Maybe I don’t want it to.”

“Why so you could follow me around like a puppy, not capable of controlling your emotions?”

“No, so I can be around you without you telling me how much you hate me.”

You swallowed hard.

“I don’t hate you Draco. I never did. We just never got along that well.”

“Well, I wish we would have. Then it may not have taken a potion to make me realize how I feel for you.”

“Maybe we should talk about it when you´re not under the influence of said potion anymore.”

“Why? Because you´re scared that I might do something stupid if you tell me now how you really feel? That you don’t like me the way I like you?”

And for the first time in your life, you didn’t know what to say to Draco Malfoy.

For the rest of the day, it felt like Draco had some strong mood swings, his real personality fought against the effect of the potion. At one moment he made some cocky remarks, making you think he was normal again, but in the next moment, he looked as if he wanted to kiss you right away, assuring you, that his feelings for you would never change.

But five minutes later, they did.

“Honestly, this is worse than any roller coaster.”, you sighted, when you finally gathered around the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room with your friends in the evening.

“I think it´s kinda adorable.”, Ginny said, with a small grin on her lips. “I think you two would actually make a great couple. Maybe we should mix both of some potion into your cereals every morning.”

Harry laughed at her comment.

“I think maybe we don´t even have to.”, Hermione responded, smiling as well.

You raised an eyebrow.

“What are you trying to say, Mione?”

“I´m just saying that the effect of the potion has by now nearly vanished, but Malfoy is still all over you. And you didn’t consume any potion at all and you´re still nice to him.”

“I can´t risk him doing something stupid just because I have been mean to him, can I?”, you scoffed.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders.

“By now I don’t think he would anymore. At least not because of the potion. When you talked to him after dinner, you two looked perfectly normal.”

Even though you hated to admit it, Hermione was right. If you wouldn’t know how Draco was before he had consumed the potion, you would by now just think he was truly into you. He was still nervous around you, making you some compliments, but just as many sharp comments. You felt comfortable around this version of Draco Malfoy. The one who was nice to you, but still able to keep up with your sense of humour. You wouldn’t have been able to stand him as this foolish hopeless romantic boy he had been yesterday, but the version of him that smiled proudly when he realised his sarcastic comment had made you laugh, made your heart somehow beat faster.

“Don’t tell me you started liking him (Y/n).”, Harry said teasingly.

But soon he realized, that his comment might have not been that wrong.

“I don’t like him. Not at all. It´s just… It´s all so confusing.”, you tried to explain. “But Professor Slughorn had told me that the effect will be gone completely by tomorrow.”

“And if it doesn’t?”, Hermione asked.

“Then he told me to reach out for him once more.” “No, you got me wrong (Y/n). What if this isn’t about the potion anymore?”

“Don’t be foolish Mione. Of course, this is about the potion!”, you snapped.

But the thought of Draco actually liking you in the long run as well, made your heartbeat fasten.  

The next time you saw Draco was shortly before potion class started. He was already sitting at his place, fiddling at some of his belongings.

You took a deep breath, trying to prevent your hands from shaking, before walking up to him.

“Draco?”

The boy in front of you froze. Slowly, he looked up at you.

“How is it?”, you asked.

But Draco just looked into your eyes, completely mesmerized.

“Draco?”

“Mhh?”

“How do you feel?”

Draco shrugged his shoulders.

“Don’t know.”

“How can you not know?”, you asked confused.

“Damn it, I´m not sure (Y/n)!”, he snapped back, clearly tensed.

But then he sighted and leant back in his chair.

“I… When I woke up this morning I thought it would be better but when I just saw you… It´s probably not normal that I still think you´re the most perfect human being, is it?”

You could feel a single butterfly in your stomach area, carefully spreading his wings, flapping one or two times.

“Probably not.”, you mumbled. “We should ask Professor Slughorn about it after the lesson.” “We better do. I don’t want those stupid feelings affecting me any longer.”, he grumbled.

After the lesson, you waited until most of the students had already left the classroom. Then you went to Professor Slughorn, Draco following you, secretly admiring your light walk.

“Professor?”

“Ahh, Miss (Y/l/n). Mr Malfoy, how are we feeling today?”

Draco just shrugged his shoulders, refusing to answer.

“I´m afraid the repercussion of the potion is still visible.”, you explained to the Professor.

Slughorn nodded.

“Well, well, dear boy. Tell me what you´re feeling. What is different than before?”

Draco hesitated for a moment, before he answered.

“I… I´m not sure. It´s not that bad anymore, but I still have… feelings.” He pronounced the word like a sickness. “(Y/n) and I were never exactly close but now… I can´t stop thinking about her. I mean I know it´s just because of the potion, but I feel this strong urge to be with her all the time.”

Draco´s voice was low as if he was embarrassed by what he had just said. You could feel the little butterfly in your stomach now fluttering around, exploring more and more of the room inside your torso.

“Do you still think you love her?”, Professor Slughorn asked.

Draco slowly nodded.

“Very well, let´s see.”

Professor Slughorn raised his wand, mumbling some incomprehensible words, but nothing happened.

After one or two minutes, he stopped, nodding knowingly, while a small smile spread across his face.

“My dear boy, I´m afraid I won´t be able to help you with that.”

“What? Why? You are the potions master. You are a teacher. You are supposed to help me.” Draco´s voice sounded harsh, yet also desperate.

“This has nothing to do with the potion anymore.”, Professor Slughorn explained. “Its effect vanished hours ago. There are no unusual traces of magic to find on you.”

“That is impossible. I can still feel it. Do it again!”, Draco demanded.

You could hear the panic in his voice. You, on the other hand, were just standing still, your thoughts were racing. A second butterfly joined the first one. Slughorn put his wand back into his pocket and smiled at Draco patiently.

“There is nothing to do anymore Mr Malfoy. If you say you love our lovely Miss (Y/l/n) here, then I have to tell you those feelings are coming from nothing else but yourself. You simply fell in love.”

The Professor chuckled as he saw the shock clearly written on your faces.

“I think my job here is done. I might as well leave you alone.”

“Thank you, Professor.”, you mumbled, when Slughorn left the room, unable to tear your gaze apart from the boy in front of you, whose eyes were still fixed on the point the potion master had been standing.

For a few minutes, neither of you said a word. Then, Draco cleared his throat.

“That has to mean nothing. Probably only some aftermath. Just like you said.”

You nodded.

“Just like I said.”

Slowly, Draco turned around and locked your gaze with his. You could see the insecurity shimmering in his eyes.

“I still hate you, just like I did before. I was just tricked into loving you.”

“You hate me just as much as I hate you.”, you agreed.

Draco stepped closer until the tips of his feet nearly touched yours and you could feel his hot breath on your face.

“I´m just confused. Because you had been so nice to me lately.”

“So am I.”

You looked into each other’s eyes, completely hypnotized. Draco raised his hand and gently brushed over your lips with his thumb.

“There is no way I actually want to kiss you.”

“There is no way I would let you.”, you whispered under your breath.

His lips brushed against yours.

“We will never be anything but enemies.”

“Obviously.”

And then he pressed his soft lips on yours, cupping your cheeks with his big hands, while you returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. An entire army of butterflies was now set free in your body, flapping in excitement, making your whole body tingle.

You didn’t know how long you were standing there, embracing each other, but when you finally pulled away again, your lips were swollen and your breath heavy.

“You have no idea how long I wanted to do this.”, Draco mumbled against your lips.

“Since your friends sneaked some love potion into your drink?”, you suggested, making Draco chuckle.

“Maybe. But maybe even longer.”

You hummed in agreement, brushing with your fingers through his soft hair.

“I think I might actually love you.”, Draco whispered, still caressing your face with his hands.

“What about nothing but enemies?”, you teased.

“Oh, we still are (Y/l/n). But that doesn’t mean I can´t be madly in love with you, can it?”

You furrowed your brows, acting as if you had to think about it for a second.

“I don’t know Malfoy, can it?”

“I could also send you a bouquet of roses once more if you need proof…”

“Don’t you dare.”, you laughed.  “You´ll need another way to convince me, I guess.”

As a response, Draco pulled you close once more, his kiss this time even softer than the last one.

“Convinced.”, you smiled, when you pulled away again.

“Maybe Slughorn was right.”, Draco said. “Maybe love is the most powerful feeling in the world.”

“Didn’t take you for a softie.”

“I´m not.”, Draco said, sounding slightly offended.

You laughed.

“Even if you were; I love you just the way you are.”

Draco raised an eyebrow.

“You love me?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Don’t you say.”

“Oh just shut it.”

“Well, make me Malfoy.”

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[whumpshaped]

Is there no special forces, vampire hunters, some kind of a vampire intervention team that beck could call when he first realized Helle was still after him after that first alleyway bite? Not that I want Vampire Killing Cops to get Helle, but I think they would be angy in a neat way if beck did such a mean thing to them ☺️ or was beck simply not thinking rationally (and actually part of him wants to become helle's favourite chewtoy) and forgot to do that and then it got too late?

:) this takes place before he invites helle into his home. enjoy

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, implied murder, manipulation, kidnapping mention

It was stupid. Beck knew it was stupid as he made his way to the bar, he knew it was stupid when he first laid eyes on the guy demanding free drinks from an exasperated bartender. He had stakes and crosses hanging from his belt, not even trying to seem anything other than what could potentially get him some special treatment.

A vampire hunter. The first one in the city since the incident that took place a few years ago. They had been avoiding the place like the plague, all except this one brave man who swore to liberate all humans in the area to avenge his missing brother. He hadn't gotten to work yet, as far as Beck could tell.

He walked over and took the seat next to him, nervous as ever. "Excuse me, are you the vampire hunter they've been talking about?"

The hunter turned to face him with an already annoyed look, like Beck had ruined his entire day. "Why else do you think I carry a goddamn stake, boy? What do you want?"

"I– I would like to ask for help, sir. Please. It's, it's pretty urgent."

He scoffed. "Nothing can be that urgent during the day."

That was fine. He was prepared for this. He knew hunters were an arrogant bunch. "I'll buy you a drink. Or two. As many as you want."

The stranger looked him over once again, top to bottom, trying to gauge how much money he might've had. It was a lot. He had asked for an advance at work just so he could come bribe this hunter, eager to seize the opportunity before he fled or died. "My name's Gael."

Beck looked at the bartender who had been not so subtly listening in on the conversation the whole time. "One drink for Gael, please? Whatever he wants." As soon as she nodded, he turned back to his newest friend and possible saviour. "My name's Beckett. And I know exactly where the vampire is going to be this evening. And the next. And the one after." He tugged down the collar of his sweater to reveal his mangled neck, littered with bite marks and fresh bruises. "And I don't know who else to ask for help with that."

"Oh, I'm not listening to a thrall," Gael said instantly, but Beck grabbed onto his sleeve to keep him from leaving.

"No, it's not like that! It's, it's so much worse, they're not using magic, they– they don't... they don't want me to want this," he choked out. "They specifically– they specifically want me to struggle. They're not using anything on me, and it hurts, and it's so fucking scary. Please. Please, just hear me out, at least let me give you the address–"

"Alright, alright, jeez." He yanked his arm out of Beck's grip, settling back into his chair. "That's fucked up, if you're telling the truth. I've never heard of a vampire doing that."

"Me neither. And I didn't want to." He looked at the hunter with pleading eyes, desperate for any sort of solution. "Will you help me? Please? You said– they, I've heard them say you're here to liberate us, and I don't feel very free right now. In an hour I have to get back home so they can rip my neck open again. I live in fucking fear. They, they threatened to turn me."

Gael nodded, finally looking somewhat serious. Determined, even. He pushed the glass towards Beck, much to his confusion. "You can buy me a thousand more once I killed the leech, but if we really want to do this tonight, I'm gonna have to be more focused than that. Give me the address and drink up. You need it more than I do."

-

Beck was extra jittery as he stood by the front door, hands buried deep in his pockets so he wouldn't be so cold as he waited. More than anything, he would've liked Gael to show up and tell him that all had been taken care of — but if he could only attack while Helle was distracted with drinking, well, that was fine by him too. He could endure one more bite.

He sucked in a breath when he spotted the vampire, bracing himself for the inevitable pain. One bite. Just one more. This was the last time he had to do this, because Gael was about to take care of it, and he was going to be okay. His biggest worry would be paying the bill at the end of the night in the bar.

"You look a bit anxious," they said casually as they got closer, and Beck shrugged, admittedly anxiously.

"It's, it's the whole 'having my blood sucked against my will' thing, I think," he muttered, and Helle chuckled. "And it's really cold. I'd like t-to get back inside, please."

"Yes, of course. I would not dream of keeping you longer than absolutely necessary. Oh, before I forget..." They reached into their pocket, pulling out some mystery object and handing it to them. "I think this might be yours. You must have dropped it on your way home."

"I didn't–" All the colour drained from his face when he realised what it was, a wave of nausea washing over him. It felt like his entire world had come crumbling down around him within a single moment, any hopes and dreams of freedom shattered and stomped on.

No. No, that couldn't– that was the hunter's crucifix, wasn't it? And that was... that was blood. That was definitely blood.

"No?" Helle glanced at it curiosly, then back up at him. "Who else could have possibly dropped it so close to your home at this hour?" They cocked their head to the side, eyes cold and devoid of any trace of humanity Beck had come to expect. "Did you invite anyone else?"

He thought he might collapse. He reached out with a trembling hand, slowly closing his fingers around the stolen item. "N-no," he breathed. "It's– it's mine. S-sorry."

Helle didn't let go of it right away. He allowed Beck ample time to think about all the implications, all the unspoken threats, and all the ways this could've gone down differently. Allowed him time to regret it properly. Honestly. Allowed the guilt and terror to completely devour him from the inside out, leaving nothing but an empty husk of apologies and fear.

He did regret it, now. He regretted it immensely. He regretted ever being born.

It won't ever happen again, they tried to say without words, begging Helle to continue playing along, to drop it; he understood now, he wasn't going to pull another stunt like this. Or any at all. Please.

"Good," they said eventually, letting Beck take the crucifix and put it in his pocket. He swore he could feel Gael's blood burning a hole into the fabric. "You ought to be more careful in the future. Losing something so precious can be quite the tragedy."

~

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[wra-1-th]

a percy/annabeth oneshot to celebrate the holidays and the nearing release of the show!

(also posted on ao3)

Camp Half-Blood was relatively quiet as most of the campers that were able had already left camp to go home for the holidays, but a number of campers had stayed behind, preferring to spend the holidays at camp for whatever reason. It was an unseasonably warm evening for the middle of December, and the snow blanketing the cabins and trees added an ethereal quality to the camp. Even though it caused a chill, the breeze was comforting as it swept through camp and tousled Annabeth’s hair. She was sitting on the roof of the Poseidon cabin with Percy, the pair of them draped in blankets. Her boyfriend was looking at her as though she had been the one to hang the stars from the night sky above them, and Annabeth knew that she was utterly in love with the boy next to her.

“You, my Wise Girl, are the epitome of all that humanity can be,” he told her. “If there is ever another person half as incredible as you, everyone that knows them will have Tyche smiling upon them.” Dramatic confessions of love were not at all out of character for Percy, and Annabeth had grown used to them. She had also grown used to the fact that her boyfriend meant each and every word. Still, she liked to tease him about it.

Annabeth grinned, putting a hand to his forehead. “Do you have a fever? What’s going on here, Percy?”

He looked at her as if she had said something insane. “Am I not allowed to appreciate my lovely girlfriend?”

She laughed. “Oh don’t get me wrong, it’s very nice.” She scooted closer to him so that they were pressed against each other and leaned her head against his shoulder. “But now I’m ever so suspicious. Did you do something that you’re trying to win me over for?”

Percy’s hand was against his chest as though Annabeth’s words had been shot into him like a bullet. “I cannot believe that you think so little of me. I would never do that. I am a responsible and mature teenager, I would never try to win you over with fancy words.

“The first time we met, I watched you drool in your sleep. You may have saved the world a couple of times now, but I need you to remember that I know every embarrassing thing that you have ever done. You’re lucky I love you anyway.” Percy’s hand had come up to wrap around her shoulder, and she felt him laugh against her. “Just in case you didn’t know, neither ‘responsible’ nor ‘mature’ describe you in the slightest.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Wise Girl.”

“You’d almost definitely have died years ago. Now come on, what did you do?”

Percy sighed, accepting defeat. “You’re too smart for me. But fine, I may or may not have done something, but you have to promise not to get mad. Okay?”

Annabeth raised an incredulous eyebrow. She was a daughter of Athena. There was no way she was going to make a promise without knowing what was about to happen. “Percy…” she warned.

“It’s a surprise, Annie. I promise you’re going to love it.” He wrapped her hand in his, his hands surprisingly warm. Annabeth was basically freezing, so she appreciated it.

“Then why did you ask me not to get mad?”

“Because. Do you want to see it or not?”

Annabeth acted as though she was unsure, pretending to contemplate the offer for a moment. In truth, she had already agreed to it the moment she had realized that he was plotting something, but this was more fun. “If you insist, Seaweed Brain.”

Percy’s grin was entirely worth it. It was bright enough to light up any room, and Annabeth had decided long ago that seeing Percy smile was probably her favourite thing. He clutched a blanket around his shoulders like it was a cape as he leapt up, extending a hand to Annabeth.

She pretended to swoon as she accepted his hand. “My night in fluffy armour.”

“My damsel who could most definitely handle herself if she was ever in distress,” Percy replied, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing the back of it. Annabeth smiled and blushed. She didn’t think she would ever be entirely used to the ease with which Percy loved her. It seemed to be as easy as breathing for him, making her blush with his simple compliments and stealing her breath with every kiss. Annabeth wished that she could display her love in the same way he did. It had never been as easy for her to let down her walls, but she had no doubt that Percy knew she loved him with all of her heart.

The two of them made their way down from the roof and began walking along the beaten trails through the camp. Paths had been shoveled through the snow nearly as soon as it had fallen, making it easy for campers to go through camp without having to pick their way through mounds of snow.

Percy and Annabeth walked along one of these trails, Percy leading her… well, she wasn’t entirely sure where she was being led. She was just trusting that Percy knew where he was going.

The two stopped in front of the shed by the lake, and Annabeth noticed that there was already a canoe on the shore. She looked over at Percy for confirmation and he gestured for her to go towards it. As Annabeth approached the canoe, she noticed that there was a basket on the sand beside it. Again she turned around to look at Percy, and he nodded, gesturing once more for her to keep going.

“Do we have permission to do this?” Annabeth asked, already having grabbed the basket.

“We both know that you’re not all that concerned about permission, Wise Girl. But yeah, I did talk to Chiron. C’mon, get in.”

Annabeth complied and Percy entered after her. They couldn’t exactly go out onto the water, seeing as the lake was frozen, but it seemed that Percy only intended to sit on the shore. Meanwhile, Annabeth opened the basket and pulled out a tin of Sally’s signature blue cookies, a bag of blue caramel popcorn, an assortment of blue jelly beans and gummies, and a Christmas card that Annabeth had no doubt had been decorated by Estelle, if the crayon drawing of three smiling stick figures wearing Santa hats was any indication. Estelle’s name was written rather large in the same crayon under Sally’s neat Christmas wishes for Percy and Annabeth.

“Mom wanted to send us some stuff, since we couldn’t be home for Christmas. I figured I’d make it a date.” Percy smiled sheepishly. “There should be something else in there too.”

Percy was right- at the bottom of the basket was a small velvet bag the colour of the ocean.

“What… is this?” Annabeth asked, entirely confused.

“Open it,” Percy prompted. He seemed to be holding his breath, and it was making Annabeth nervous.

Inside the bag was a silver ring with a blue gemstone. Annabeth looked up at Percy, eyes wide.

He took a breath, locking eyes with her. “I want to marry you, Annabeth. I know that we’re still young and it obviously can't happen for a long time, but one day, I want to stand at the altar with you and say, ‘I do’. I want to watch you walk towards me in a beautiful white gown- but really, you make anything look beautiful- while our parents sit in the front row and my mom is holding back tears. I want Estelle to scatter flower petals in front of you. I want your brothers to walk up with the rings. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, my Wise Girl. I love you.”

Annabeth felt as though she might cry. She didn’t think she could form a coherent sentence at the moment. She had read the dictionary for fun once, but she couldn’t recall a single word. All she could do was nod as she slipped the ring onto finger. Not the finger she would have a wedding ring on, but her right ring finger.

“Annabeth?”

“I want it too, Percy. I- gods, you’re insane. I love you, Seaweed Brain.”

Percy’s smile was blinding. He could have been a son of Apollo with how bright he was basically glowing. Annabeth was sure that her expression matched his.

“Do you want a cookie?”

Percy grabbed one before she had even finished asking the question.

“Oh, you know me so well.”

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[remuslupingf]

Warm Sweaters

Remus Lupin x Reader

Fluff/Comfort

Word Count: 1k

Part II   Part III

You liked to spend your days in the library. Which had nothing to do with a certain Gryffindor...obviously. The leaves had started to change and the weather was getting colder. Y/N found comfort in the huge library. You could hide away for hours. Except that he was always able to find you.

Remus was always in the library. He would go there before meals, after meals, to get some alone time away from the boys, and to see her.

Her name is Y/N and she’s in most of his classes. He was always too shy to talk to her. Like she'd ever notice him, she’s so angelic, he thought to himself. Smiling to himself. Remus was wearing his favourite sweater. He was so excited for autumn. His friends made fun of him for it, comparing him to a grandpa. He didn't mind.

You had always liked his sweaters, thinking he looked sweet and cozy in them. One night you had fallen asleep in the common room and he had placed his warm hoodie on you so you wouldn't freeze. You had woken up confused but surprised. Blushing all day long because he had thought enough about you to keep you warm . 

You walked into the great hall after spending the morning in the library. With your stomach growling, you sat down with your group of friends. James was the first to notice you.

“Hi Y/N, how was your morning?” He asked while smiling at you from across the table.

“It was good, James. I was studying for our potions test on Friday,” you remind him.

Collective groans sound from around the table, all of them having forgotten about the upcoming test.

“You're a lifesaver Y/N”, Sirius said while ruffling your hair, causing everyone else to laugh. Except Remus. He smiled, but there was no real happiness in it. 

Everyone looks up when they hear an owl. That was strange, you thought. It looks just like your owl. Sure enough, it was your owl and he lands right in front of you. You recognize your fathers slanted script and immediately you freeze up. 

Your relationship with your father is extremely complicated. Your friends know that it’s hard at home but they don’t know the extent to it. You slowly untie the letter and your owl flies off.

“You alright love?,” Lily nudges you while giving you an encouraging smile.

“Um, yeah. Y’know what? I left my book in my room. I'm going to go get that before our next class,” you lied before scurrying off.

The group of friends look at each other and frown, sad for their friend. Remus gets up and immediately follows you, abandoning his already cold soup.

He made his way to the common room and up the stairs to your dorm.

You heard a faint knock on your door. You stood up, hiding the letter behind your back and wiping away your tears.

“Come in,” you squeak.

Remus opens the door to your dorm, never having seen it before. He admires your side of the room. He can tell it's yours because there's stacks of books and school work. 

“Hi, I just came to see if you were okay.” he says while walking closer to you, after shutting the door. 

You feel grateful to have such a good... friend. It’s silly to realize now but all you will ever be with Remus is friends. You tell yourself you can think about that later, not right now when he can see every emotion on your face, with how well he is at reading you. 

“Thanks rem, just a letter from my dad. He’s coming to the school this week to ‘make sure i’m doing my family proud’. He said he’s going to shadow me all day on Friday and I'm really nervous about it, especially since our potions test is coming up,” you confess.

All of your friends knew that your family was strict. In the first year you had been sorted into Gryffindor, while your sister was sorted into Ravenclaw. Like she was supposed to. You were disappointed because you weren't smart enough. Your family for generations, had been in Ravenclaw. You were a ‘bad’ daughter for being different.

“It's gonna be okay Y/N/N! We’re all going to be here for you. It’s only for a day, and I know you’ll be strong enough to make it through,” Remus said while smiling down at you.

“I think i’m just going to skip today, will you tell the others i’m sick or something?” You ask him nicely. 

“Of course. You know I'll always be here Y/N.” He says, while exiting the room. Remus went to the dining hall, explained to his friends that you and he were going to take the day off. They all smiled at him and thanked him for looking out for you. He rushed to the kitchens to grab your favourite dessert, and rushed back to your dorm.

“Rem? what are you doing back here?” you say, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You were just about to fall asleep.

“Oh nothing, just spending the day with you. Here,” he says while handing you his sweater he had previously been wearing. You grab it and put it on, both of you not making eye contact and blushing. 

“Uh, thanks Rem, but you don’t need to do this.” You say sadly. 

“Of course I do silly. Now shush and eat up.”

He grabs a random book off of your shelf and sits at the end of your bed. He waits for you to be all cuddled up before he starts the book. He admired that the book is worn in and loved. He admires you for that. 

“Goodnight Y/N/N.” He whispers once you'd fallen asleep. He stays a few minutes longer, watching you sleep and smiling to himself. He feels he’s connected to you and that you two share something. He has to rush back to class before he is too late, he’s a prefect after all. It was worth it, to see you drift off.

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[hellfirebabe666]

Can I See You Sometime?

Steve Harrington x Reader

warnings: none to report. just a shy-ish Steve. nondescript reader word count: 600+

Steve had his eyes on the pretty bookstore employee and he finally took his chances...

There was nothing I hated more than the bitter cold months early in the year in Hawkins. It was something I could never get used to despite having moved here 5 years ago. It was probably my least favourite part of the year.

It was a typical Monday and you were on your way to the bookstore I worked for. It was mid day before any real customers came in. I spent most of your shift organizing and putting away new inventory. The bell in the door chimes as I’m in the middle of sorting through a box of new books when someone clears their throat.

I glance up to be greeted by a boy with some of the most perfectly quaffed hair I had ever seen along with big brown eyes that looked like a puppy. "Uh, hi. I was looking for this Stephen King book," He is looking down at a piece of paper reading off the title to the book Carrie. I nodded, "Oh we just got that in yesterday follow me!" I say with a small smile heading over to the counter and beginning to head to the back room where a new box of that very book was sitting sealed in the back.

I quickly grabbed a copy after unsealing the box and came back out seeing the boy who seemed so familiar whom I couldn't quite place nervously looking around. "Here we are," I say setting the book on the counter, "Was that going to be everything you needed?" I asked tilting my head to the side observing him. He glanced at me and gave a small smile "Awesome great. Yeah this will be it," he said drumming his fingers on the counter as I quickly ring him up.

"So, I was wondering," He begins as before I could read his total. "I know this is going to sound incredibly random and I totally don't want to freak you out, but I think you're kind of cute and I was curious if you maybe were interested in going out some time?" He said quickly a nervous edge to his voice. I look at him slightly surprised. Then I realize whom I was looking at. He was one of the clerks over a Family Video on the other side of the shopping center. I had seen him every so often when I went in to browse.

I was taken aback considering other times when I appeared in store he appeared to be chatting up a pretty girl about the latest Molly Ringwald film. I look at him seeing that he's anxiously waiting some sort of response to the burning question on his mind. I give a small smile and shrug my shoulders, "Sure I mean, why not? Of course if I do go out with you, I fully expect to have the ability to take advantage of your Family Video discount."

He huffs out a small laugh, "Sure sweetheart, whatever you want." I giggled, "Already laying it on heavy with the pet names huh?" He shrugs, "What can I say a man can help himself around someone so cute. And in case the name on my name tag was forgettable, I'm Steve, by the way," he holds out his hand and takes mine shaking it softly, "And I look forward to our date. Can I take you out on Friday?"

"Yeah that sounds perfect," I say and soon we finish up the transaction and Steve grabs his book with a receipt slipped in with my phone number before heading out the door giving me a quick wave before he leaves. I see him making his way to his car through the glass door and seeing him subtly punching his fist into the air. I couldn't help the smile.

#steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things fic #self insert fic #idk what else to tag #this was just a warm up though please be nice #shy!steve harrington

[moodymelanist]

Feel The Heat

Happy @nestaarcheronweek, everyone! Keeping things short and sweet for my favorite Archeron today 💙

Prompt Inspiration: We can’t go to the main party for reasons but let’s create a small party for ourselves where we dance to our favourite songs in the living room

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Nesta scowled as she stared at the ceiling in her room. She shouldn’t even be home right now, but she’d gotten into the worst argument yet with her mother about homecoming, and now she was paying the price.

Well, if Nesta told the story, she was proving her point. All she’d wanted was to go to homecoming with Cassian, one of her best friends for as long as she could remember, but Rhea hated anything to do with the side of town Cassian was from. That included homecoming dances, and since she’d been so insistent that Nesta go with that nice Vanserra boy from down the street, Nesta simply refused to go to homecoming at all this year. It had been Cassian or nothing, and she was going to prove her point, goddammit.

What did it even matter that Cassian went to Velaris High and Nesta went to Saint Enalius Preparatory School? He was just as smart as some of the guys in her junior class, and had double the kindness as anyone she’d ever met. She knew he was going places, and if Rhea couldn’t see that? It was her problem.

Until then, Nesta was going to sit in her room and make her point. Rhea was wrong about Cassian, and the moment her mother realized that would be the best day of Nesta’s life.

It was just Nesta and her parents at home. Feyre and Elain had no such issues going to Saint E’s homecoming — their dates were respectable in Rhea’s eyes. No matter that Nesta couldn’t stand Tamlin or Graysen, or that they treated her sisters like shit; their families had enough money to send them to Prythian Prep, and that was all that mattered.

Who cared that Nesta had actually been looking forward to going to homecoming this year, right? She’d finally dumped Tomas and Cassian had offered to take her so she wouldn’t feel awkward about not having a date, but all their plans had gone down the drain the moment Rhea caught wind of it. She couldn’t even go to Cassian’s homecoming instead, since it had happened two weeks ago, but she wouldn’t give her mother the satisfaction of seeing her sulk. She’d do it all in her room, thank you very much, where nobody could bother her—

Nesta froze at the sound of something hitting her window. Had a bird flown into the glass again or something?

The sounds kept coming, and she realized someone must have been throwing something at the glass for it to make a sound like that. There were plenty of little pebbles lying around the property, especially after her father had redone the yard, and she sighed as she got off her bed to see who was bothering her. Maybe Lucien — the only Vanserra she could actually stand — had misjudged her window for Elain’s or something.

Nesta yanked open the window before barely managing to not get hit in the face with a pebble. She had every curse known to man loaded on her tongue, but it died once she realized who was standing outside her window in the first place.

“Cassian?” she hissed as loud as she dared. Her idiot best friend just beamed and waved up at her. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Let me in and I’ll tell you,” he said back, careful not to be so loud as to disturb her parents.

Sighing, Nesta moved to pull her window open as far as it could go while Cassian shimmied his way up the tree that leaned close to her window. By the time he’d managed to get to her room, she’d already laid down a towel so he wouldn’t track any grass inside.

“Seriously, what are you doing here?” Nesta asked. “I thought Rhys was going to get you in anyway.”

“Come on, you know it wouldn’t be any fun without you,” Cassian answered with a shrug. He reached up and pulled his hair back into a ponytail, showing off his hard-earned muscles from all those soccer practices. “Don’t tell me you’ve been in here sulking this whole time.”

“I’m not sulking,” she responded, pouting. He just gave her a knowing look. “Okay, maybe I was sulking a little.”

“No sulking allowed,” he told her with a grin. He poked her in one of her secretly-ticklish spots, pulling a little giggle from her. “At least not while I’m here.”

“What, are you going to tell me to turn my frown upside down?” she asked sarcastically.

Cassian just rolled his eyes before pulling his backpack off his shoulders. “You really have that little faith in me, Nes?”

“I have exactly the right amount of faith, considering all the stupid shit you’ve gotten me involved in,” Nesta replied haughtily. He just laughed quietly before revealing what looked like… flowers?

“I couldn’t bring you to homecoming, so I’m bringing homecoming to you,” he said. He pulled out a matching corsage and boutonnière — red and white roses to match the dress she hadn’t gotten to wear — and a bottle of fake champagne. “Ta da.”

Nesta was more touched than she’d been expecting, especially when she realized just how hard Cassian was fighting his incoming sneeze. “Cassian…”

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied with a grin. “Give me your wrist.”

She dutifully gave him her left hand and let him slide the corsage onto her wrist, his hands warm and gentle as they moved. She tried to be just as gentle with pinning the corsage onto his hoodie, but he got pricked a few times before she really got it on there.

“There,” Cassian announced with a flourish. “Let’s toast.”

“Please tell me you washed those before you brought them here,” Nesta responded once she saw the plastic champagne flutes he pulled out of his bag.

“Of course I did,” he answered, rolling his eyes. “Relax.”

She just sighed and let him pour her a glass. It wasn’t the real thing, but even though it wasn’t spiked like the drinks at the dance would inevitably be, it still tasted good. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Cassian took their glasses and placed them rather precariously on the windowsill, ignoring Nesta’s alarmed look once he turned back around to face her. “And now for the most important part…”

Nesta froze once she realized Cassian was holding his hands out to her like he meant to dance with her. “What are you doing?”

“Asking you to dance with me?” Cassian said, the uncertainty in her voice making it sound like a question. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

“I’m in my pajamas!” she hissed, motioning down at herself. She’d been lounging in an oversized Taylor Swift shirt and ratty pair of sweatpants, and her hair was falling out of the loose braid she’d thrown it back into an hour before.

“So?” he responded with a shrug. “I like you like this.”

Nesta flushed, not sure what to do with that. He was her best friend, so she supposed it was his job to make her feel comfortable, but that felt… different. “Fine. But don’t step on my feet.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” Cassian said confidently. He fiddled with his phone for a few minutes before a song quietly started playing, and he offered her his hands again.

She took them this time, and the two of them swayed back and forth to the beat. He was so solid and warm against her that she couldn’t help but lean her head against his shoulder as they danced, sighing happily when he laid his head on top of hers. She could feel his chest vibrating slightly as he hummed along with the lyrics, and even though they had to stay quiet so her parents didn’t hear, it didn’t stop her from joining him once they got to the chorus.

It wasn’t the same as dancing in a crowded gym with the rest of the school, but it would do.

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