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#until he gathers the courage to either confess his feelings to you or just go ahead n kiss you

luna0713hunter · 8 months

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hii young!luffy x young!reader fluff inspired by the kiss scene in my girl? honestly u don't don't have to know the film you can just search up the scene! also it doesn't even have to be fully accurate all I'm really asking for is their first kiss

Author's note : hello there!so abt this request;i havent watched my girl ,but I've searched abt it and gosh they're so adorable?!?!maybe I'll watch it this week!

My Girl

Monkey d. Luffy x reader

Warnings : lots of fluff,young!Luffy x young!reader, you're both 10 btw

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Your mother always used to tell you that you'll find your true love when you grew up.

But you found love a little bit too early.

It was a sunny summer day. Those days where the weather is both too hot to go outside but staying inside is not an option either. So with small hands interlocked,you and your long time best friend,Luffy,go to your usual hanging spot : Shanks' ship.

The crew were all outside, perhaps that was the reason why the two of you had entered without anyone telling you that you're too young for being on a pirate ship. But when you sit down on the wooden surface and spread your small picnic basket that Makino had packed,you give Luffy a blinding smile and offer him a small sandwich.

And true to his fashion ,Luffy swallows whole the entire piece in one go.

You huff and smack his hand away from your share,and glare at him, "dont eat so fast or you'll get an stomachache!"

"nuh uh!i can eat the whole basket and still be hungry!"

"well too bad!!Makino packed this lunch for both of us!so you have to share!"

Luffy pouts but complies, choosing to grab an apple instead and munch on it slower this time.

There's a moment of silence before Luffy opens his mouth and the world stops.

"hey,y/n?'

"yeah?"

"have you ever kissed anyone?"

You loudly choke on your food.

Luffy jumps up and gives you a bottle of water,and with concerned eyes,rubs your back.

"you alright?!"

You cough and try to wipe your eyes from the tears that had formed.

"w-why would you ask that?"

Luffy sits across you crossed leg and shrugs.

"i saw some couple kissing in the bar last night,and it got me thinking," he then looks at you and grins, "so?have you?"

You shake your head furiously as you feel your cheeks heating up with each passing second, "of course not! I'm only ten!"

"but Makino says love has no age."

Your eyes widen and your mouth hangs open, "L-love?" You swallow and your voice suddenly drops;like you're scared somebody will hear you, "who do you love,Luffy?"

And he answers without missing a bit that it gives you whiplash.

"you of course!who else!?"

His answer makes you shut your mouth so fast,that you cringe upon the sound of your teeth clattering. You cant speak;what can you say to his confession? But when you see him staring at you expectedly,you swallow and gather your courage to speak again.

"Luffy," you wet your lips before continuing, "i think loving someone romantically is different than... loving your parents or..Shanks and Makino."

Luffy tilts his head,and you smile upon seeing his adorable puppy like eyes.

"but y/n,i know i love you. Why would i mistake it?"

"how do you know it's different?"

Luffy folds his arms against his chest and takes a moment to consider your question.

"its like," he wonders aloud, "when i see you its different from when i see Shanks or Makino. My heart gets all..mushy mushy,"

"mushy mushy?!"

"Yeah!" He grins and nods rapidly, " it beats really hard,and i want to share my foods with you!!i never want to do that with Shanks or others!!"

And to Luffy, sharing food is a big deal.

You shyly glance away and start fidgeting with your fingers, "so... you've been thinking about kissing..." You swallow, "me?"

Luffy nods again and skootched toward your until your knees are pressing together.

"do you...want to try it?"

"kissing?"

"mhm."

You give him a shy smile and with a final nod,Luffy leans forward with his eyes squeezed shut,and presses his lips clumsily against yours.

The kiss is sweet and short;the taste of the apple that he had earlier lingering on your lips even when he pulls away.

You wish you could taste it once again.

"so," Luffy nervously bounces his knee, "how was it?"

You giggle and leave a small peck on his nose,making him scrunch it up.

"it was...sweet."

"sweet?"

"yeah. I liked it."

The words seemed to make Luffy beam,as his grin becomes impossibly wider.

"I'm glad!!!"

Before either of you can say another word, there's the sound of another pair of footsteps and soon, Shanks' playful voice calls out for the two of you.

"you kids better not be here again!!"

And when Luffy takes your hand and with giggles ,runaway from the ship,you cant help but to feel your heart beating loud,and being warm just like the summer sun.

"hey," a snap of finger in front of your face brings you back from your daydreaming, "whatcha thinking about?"

You smile at the boy in front of you;his taller form and muscular arms and shake your head.

"just remembering some good memories."

"oh?am i in any of them?"

You glance at him and when you see his warm chocolate brown eyes,you close your own and sigh contently.

"yeah. You're the main character in all of my dreams and memories."

#monkey d. luffy x reader #luffy x reader #opla luffy #one piece x reader #one piece live action x reader #opla x reader

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i-am-a-l0st-gh0st · 5 months

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After the battle against Osial and urged on by Paimon, Lumine tracks Xiao down to confess her feelings, only to find him in a training session with his son, and you, his wife, sitting on the sidelines.

Meet me at our spot- Xiao x fem!reader

Baby, are you coming for the ride? T/w- Your married and have kid, fluff, angst Summary- As shown above

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Lumine pov

After the battle with Osial everything in Liyue returned to normal. People went back to their daily lives almost unbothered that their city had almost been turned to ruins. Lumine, however, wandered the city only with her companion Paimon,

“Paimons saw the way he looked at you, Traveller!” Paimon squeaked. “You should tell Xiao how you feel!”

Lumine shot Paimon a death glance hoping people around them didn’t hear. “Paimon be quiet!”

“Paimons sorry.”

Lumine sighed accepting the apology, but maybe Paimon was right, maybe it was time to tell Xiao how she felt. When he saved her, the butterflies couldn’t be controlled, almost like would come out any second. His golden eyes stared into hers and he held his hand on her waist pulling her closer. That whole moment felt just like a dream.

Lumine’s blush seemed to get redder by the second and Paimon noticed this.

“Paimon thinks you should just tell him!”

This only caused her to blush more, how could she gather the courage to tell him? Sure Lumine had slain a dragon before but this was a different kind of courage. This courage could either strengthen or break a relationship. The worst he could say was no

Right?

Your pov

You sat on the sidelines lovingly watching your son and husband train together. Xiao had never cared for someone more, ever since you’d had this baby it was all he could talk about. It was time to pass down Xiao's fighting skills to your child so maybe one day he could win a fight against his dad.

“Go easy on him Love, he’s still a kid.”

Xiao huffed at your statement, sometimes he was the one who acted like a child. Well more so than yours anyway. Your son was a bit clumsy holding the spear, probably because it was double his size. Despite this, he still tried hard to be just like his dad. Xiao was someone who had been through a lot of stuff to get where he is today and you were determined to give your kid a good childhood. Unlike both yours and Xiaos.

“Dad maybe I need a smaller spear?” Your son whined

“Nonsense you’ll grow into it.”

“I don’t think he’ll grow much if you’re anything to go off.” You chuckled.

“Hey, I’m not that short!” Xiao shouted

“Sureee”

The family continued to train uninterrupted, going until the sun went down. Your son had fallen asleep and was lying in Xiao’s arms, he was gently snoring and tugging on his father's shirt. Xiao had his head on your shoulder, almost fallen asleep. For someone who ‘never got tired,’ he seemed awfully sleepy. You were happy with your family and never wanted it to change.

Lumine Pov

Lumine went to go see Xiao, tracking across the vast mountains and fields of Liyue. Only to find him with another woman. And a child. Her heart ached, he couldn’t be with Lumine. He was already with another person and had a child. Paimon stayed silent for the first time, feeling terrible she had played a part in her current state. She saw Xiao's smile, that pure smile. He was happy. and he was only going to be happy with you, his happiness was important. And if that meant letting him go, so be it.

“At least he’s happy. I just wish it was with me.”

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seniaasaysstuff · 1 year

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬🍒 || Yan! Nanami kento x reader.

a/n- this is my first time writing yandere nanami. It’s kind of yandere but not really yandere lmao. I don’t know if it was up to standards but anyways enjoy lol. Let me know your thoughts about it and I’m always up for constructive criticism.

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You were on your way to get something to eat with your coworker Nanami Kento.

He was a stoic man that never really showed how he felt except for the fact that he despised his job.

You kind of had a crush on him.

He was a beautiful creation of God.

The way his gaze trailed over your face,

The way his jaw clenched,

The way his hand flexed when he was frustrated, all of that made you feel things that you’ve never felt before.

You felt blessed to be in his presence.

You didn’t know how to act in front of the man.

You didn’t know if you wanted the man to choke you or to whisper sweet nothings to you. Actually you wanted both.

You were so mesmerized by him that you did not hear him call out your name.

He cleared his throat, startling you. You blushed.

You just got caught red-handed staring at your crush.

You knew he was way out of your league but still, you couldn’t stay away from him.

You awkwardly smiled and entered the diner.

You wanted to snuggle in his muscular arms. You felt a tad disappointed that he wasn’t your man. You quietly ate your food and left the diner stuck in your thoughts.

You were going to do it. Today was the day. You were going to ask him out.

You felt a bit scared because your past relationships didn’t end up well. All of them either disappeared or ghosted you.

You felt conflicted. What if he didn’t accept your confession? But you tried to cheer yourself up. So what if he didn’t accept your confession? You could live with that.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you ended up bumping into someone.

And speaking of the devil it was Kento.

You asked him if he could talk to you alone. He complied and followed you up to the terrace.

You stuttered. You took a deep breath as you gathered a small bit of courage and asked him out.

His face turned blank but returned to normal after a few seconds. He smiled at you.

For the first time in five years ever since you started working there he smiled at you.

Such a genuine smile that it made you want to drop to your knees to worship him.

You felt the tears starting to gather. He saw your teary face and enveloped you in a hug. He left a chaste kiss on your forehead. You felt as if you were on top of the world. He smiled at you, hugged you and even kissed your forehead.

This was the best day of your life.

What you didn’t know were the thoughts that he was having when he hugged you. He had been pining after you ever since you both met.

Your adorable smile,

your eyes that turned into little crescents when you smiled,

you tucking your hair behind your ears when you felt shy,

The red dusting your cheeks when he said something.

It was all his.

You were his.

He wanted to monopolize you. He wanted to fuck you silly until the only thing you remembered was him.

He had been successful in weeding out all the disgusting men that were trying to get close to his darling.

Those mere pests didn’t have the right. Only he had the right to see your smile, your laugh, your everything.

He smiled again.

He had finally gotten you.

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kavehology · 6 months

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Summary - You confess to the schools most popular student.

Warnings? - cringe, probs bad grammar and spelling, bullying??, light angst idk, gojo himself is a warning, reader uses she/her pronouns.

Notes - THIS IS SATIRE LMFAOOO. Ngl this is gonna be the shittest post I'll ever make on here.

Dedicated to Melly 💕💕

Mean!gojo x shy!reader

It was a beautiful summery day when you had decided that you had started talking to your friends about if you should confess your feelings to the most popular guy at school, Satoru Gojo. All your friends had told you not to fall for him because he was a player and would probably and let's be honest would most likely either reject you in the worst way possible or play with your feelings, but did you listen? No.

The thought of falling for Gojo hadn't actually crossed your mind at the start of the year, you even quite disliked him but suddenly halfway through the year you had realized that you indeed had a crush on him. At first you kept quiet and decided to not tell your friends but knowing them they caught on quick and figured it out, giving you shit about it all up until now. All of them had said multiple times that if you were to at least fall for someone, fall for his best friend, Geto, because at least if he rejected you, he would let you don't softly, but alas you didn't listen as your heart was set on Gojo through and through.

So you called up your best friend and asked her if she could help you with your confession, asking questions like: "how should I do it?" "Do you think he likes me back?" "What do I say?" Stuff like that until you had decided on simply catching him whenever and pulling him to the side and confessing your feelings.

It was the next day and you had woken up feeling excited, enough for your parents to mentally question why their daughter had a pep in her step, like you had physically skipped down the stairs to breakfast.

You had walked into school feeling excited but nervous as ever, you just hoped you wouldn't get rejected. Finding your friends near their lockers you greeted him.

"Hey guys!" You said sheepishly. Everyone had said hi back before one of your friends asked. "Are you going to confess today?" In a sort of joking manor, almost like she doesn't believe you will do it (she doesn't but you don't need to know that.) "Y-yea I am" you replied shyly looking up at her, "I'm gonna try catching him at lunch". As you said that, all of your friends gave each other a look and wished you luck as the bell rang and you made your way to your first class.

As time went on you started to get more nervous, tapping your foot on the ground, clicking your pen annoying the living daylights out of your teachers and trying to doodle to take your mind off of things. You had left your class as slow as you could before leaving and going to find your friends first to gather some courage. After you had found your friends and dropped off your bag, you trotted off to find your crush.

When you eventually found him hanging outside near the courts with his friend Geto you stood there for a moment second guessing whether you should go and confess. Then the thought of if you finally decide to confess, he MIGHT just accept your confession and you could live the happy relationship life you wanted, so you gathered up all the courage you could and walked over as confidently as you could.

Eventually he noticed you walking over and as a smirk spread across his face, you started to get nervous when Geto turned to look at you. It must have been obvious what you were about to do because a look of pity spread across Geto's face and your confident facade faltered a little.

"H-hi!" You said nervously, your heart thumping in your chest. "Hey" Gojo had replied in that playful way that would make you go jelly. "What's up?" He asked. You didn't respond for a moment before replying with : "Can I talk to you?....Alone?"

".."

'wow that came out more awkward than I thought' you said to yourself as Geto and Gojo shared a look.

"Okay...." He said slowly before he started to walk in the opposite direction motioning for you to follow. You and Geto exchange awkward smiles as you walk past him and hurry to catch up with the blue eyed male. Once he had stopped and you awkwardly stood in front of you he asked you what you wanted to say.

Tucking a strand behind your ear shyly you look up at him from under your lashes and start to talk.

"I-I like you Gojo-kun.."

Silence.

Mentally cursing yourself you wonder why you stuttered in front of him. You think of simply telling him not to bother with answering and just run away when suddenly he says something.

"....What?"

You wince before stating again that you like him, stuttering even more. You thought that his silence and him saying "what" meant that he was going to confess back but imagine your horror when you start to hear the sound of laughter roaring out from the person in front of you. Your heart drops to the pits of your stomach as you look around in horror to find almost everyone in the near vicinity staring at you guys. As his laughter starts to subside you start to hear those dreaded words.

"You like me? What type of idiot do you take me for to like you??"

You said nothing as tears welled up in your eyes and people around you start to whisper and chatter as he wasn't exactly quiet about it.

"o-oh-....my bad then, I'm sorry" you say before turning around to find Geto coming over with a frown on his face. You speed walk past as you hear him start to scold Gojo for rejecting you the way he did. Your tears were now rolling down your face like you had been slapped while you quickly tried to find your friends. Word of your rejection must have spread around the school fast because everyone in the halls were whispering and staring making you feel even worse.

You eventually found your friends and simply grabbed your bag and left, you didn't care for what your friends were saying in that moment.

Hot diggity dog 😭 y'all I think I made this a whole ass fic instead of it being satire 💔💔 mb gang

#gojo x reader angst #gojo x reader #mean!gojo x reader

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myfandomprompts · 4 months

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Hi, would you be willing to do any more Headcanons with Ewan's characters?

I thought about something like this, how each of Ewan's characters would react and act if he (the character) really liked the reader (I mean on a level of suffering for love), but the reader didn't reciprocate those feelings.

Hi anon! Of course, here we go:

Unreciprocated Love reaction - Ewanverse Headcanons

Abraham:

He had set his eyes on you, it would be easy winning you over. But he hadn't expected the reader to refuse him, and he hadn't expected his infatuation to develop into extreme fixation. Suddenly when you're not around, he needs to know where you are, what you’re doing, with who. He hates not knowing. You don’t like him? Then maybe he’ll make you see that he is the only one for you.

Aemond:

He does not often fall in love, and he doesn't accept failure, so he must be certain his feelings are reciprocated. When it's clear it's not, he bids his time, denies his enragement to the world and waits for you to have no choice but to fall in his arms. You will eventually, he is sure of it, he had never stepped down to a challenge, and you're the greatest of them all, he needs to have you.

Billy Taylor:

Is sullen for months. It had taken so much time for him to gather the courage to confess, to tell you how much he cares about you. And it was all for disappointment. He doesn’t think his young heart can take it, and he doesn’t think it will ever heal either. Starts to pick up things you leave behind to collect them, because it reminds him of you.

Billy Washington:

Absolutely crushed. But he isn't even surprised, he never had any luck in life, so having someone like you love him back would have been too good to be true. He tells himself he will be fine, get over it, but it doesn’t. It hurts when he learns you’ve gone out with one of his friends two days after he confessed and it hurts more that he has to see you everyday. He starts to be mean to his friend, real mean and soon he is afraid he’ll lose it in front of you. He can’t stand it.

Ettore:

He doesn’t really understand the feeling, this sensation in his stomach when he looks at you but he knows he wants more. He has to obey his body, because it feels so good, and refusal is not an option. He won’t get angry, he won’t be violent, but he will stalk, and he will watch. At first. Then it’s just you and your incessant habit to ignore him and he can’t take it anymore. He has to do something about it. He’s just not sure you’ll like it.

Genyen:

He knows his flirting technique isn’t perfect, but he at least expected something, some semblance of interest. Not indifference on your part and then complete avoidance. He admits that hooking up with one of their friends out of spite was not one his smartest moves, but at least he discovered from the jealous expression on your face that you might care after all. He’ll make you regret it at some level.

Michael Gavey:

He knows there is no chance you like him back, no chance you would even consider it. But he can't help but ask one day. He had to, it drove him crazy: how he thinks about you every single hour of the day as well as during his waking hours at night, how every time he sees you he has a cold sweat. It falters his focus far more than he allows himself to, and he has to do something about it. But the rejection hurt more than any others, and now he just has to try and not being a fucking creep about you until he finished uni. Easier said than done.

Osferth:

He doesn’t even know what to answer to Finan and Sithric when they ask him why he is sad all the time. How could he admit that it’s because he had suffered the greatest heartbreak of his life? How can he explain that he doesn’t feel like he couldn't live happily if he does not see you everyday, get to be close to you, talk to you. He wishes he could forget you ever existed. Maybe God will grant him this wish. But it's just a silly hope, and he is cursed to watch you from afar.

Tom Bennett:

Pretend he would get over it soon. Tells himself that you were "too good" for him anyway. But then time passes and he doesn't feel like this for anyone else but you, so he starts to unconsciously live his life around you. He thinks he will grow out of it eventually, but it doesn't. The disappointment makes him crave for what he would have had if he was with you, but despite the frustration he doesn't let it bring him down. Tom Bennett is never discouraged after all, and he will continue being his charming self with you whenever he can.

Will:

He tries. He really tries to let go and move on but knowing you don't feel the same is gnawing at him. Eventually he starts to feel angry, all the time and he blames you first, then himself. You were so nice to him, and now you act cold and distant. Soon there is only one thought in his head: he has to fix it.

#ewan mitchell #will salad days #headcanon #prompts #ewan nation #ewanverse #abraham grantchester #aemond targaryen #michael gavey #billy washington #billy taylor #tom bennett #genyen #genyen bbc #bbc doctors #don't mind the images i'm just having fun #headcanons

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bensolosbluesaber · 2 years

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In the Stars (Poe Dameron x Jedi!f!reader)

Summary: It took all your strength to save Poe Dameron. As you lay unconscious in the medbay, his real feelings come out. (Happy ending, don't worry) (For this request) ~1,500 words

Angst

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Jedi!f!reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, Star Wars version of a coma, coworkers with benefits situation, allusions to sex, extremely unedited

A/N: When this request came, I was instantly in love with it. I do have a few song recs to go along with it if you like that thing: In the Stars (Benson Boone) - yes the story is named after this song, Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol), Somewhere Only We Know (Artist of your choice... personally I listen to the Glee version... don’t judge)

He should have told you the truth. That’s all Poe can think as he sits beside your unconscious form with his trembling hands and foggy eyes and struggles to keep himself composed.

When he’d seen the bomb with it’s red light blinking faster and faster, it was so close he knew there would be no escaping the blast. So he had thought of you. He’d thought of your quiet movements as you snuck out of his room, of that disapproving look you always gave him after he did something particularly stupid, of those fleeting glances you shared passing each other in the hallway. Everything about the relationship you two shared promised to someday be something more than casual fuck buddies. Poe Dameron was, quite simply, in love with you, and you, quite simply, were in love with Poe Dameron.

That’s what he’d thought about as the red light continued to flash - how much he loved you. And through the Force you had sensed his love and fear and had reached out across the planet with all your strength to contain the blast of the bomb. You had saved his life, but maybe at the cost of your own.

“It’s been more than a week.” Rey’s touch on his shoulder startles him from his vigil.

“I know,” Poe snaps back harshly, then brokenly repeats the words almost to himself. “I know.”

“They want to talk about taking her off the machines,” Rey broaches the subject empathetically, hating it nearly as much as Poe. You had been her training partner, one of her best friends, her fellow Jedi, and now you showed no signs of waking up.

Poe shuts his eyes and lets the tears come. The warm liquid spills down his cheeks. He hasn’t shaved in days, and the tears catch in the scruff of his beard until he swipes them away.

“The night before the battle, she told me she had feelings for me,” Poe whispers, again speaking mostly to himself as if telling the story again will make the truth hurt less. “We’d been hooking up for months, and she finally told me the truth. And do you know what I did, Rey?” His voice gets louder with each word. “Do you know what I did?”

Poe is watching you dress and gather your things. Tomorrow it all ends, one way or the other, and even as he’s sprawled lazily in bed, you are trying to work up the courage to confess the feelings that had recently surfaced. Well, not recently. They had always been there, swirling under that surface of a strictly physical relationship. You suspected Poe felt the same, and even if he didn’t, you could both be dead this time tomorrow. What was there to lose?

“Poe.” Your voice wavers slightly, and he cocks an eyebrow. He tucks his hands behind his head, unintentionally flexing his muscled arms and chest. “I wanted you to know, before tomorrow, I uh… I have- I caught feelings. And maybe um… maybe- maybe we could grab drinks? If we survive I mean.”

You laugh nervously to cut the tension, but it is as thick as it has ever been between you. Poe is just staring, his cocky, self-assured demeanor immediately disappearing. You shift your weight from one foot to the other and swallow hard. So he doesn’t feel the same, or at least, that’s what you imagine his silence to mean.

“I didn’t,” he lies right to your face. “Catch feelings, I mean.”

The last thing either of you need is to be thinking about each other in the midst of a battle. There’s a war on, a war that ends tomorrow, and it’s not the time for love. You’d be a distraction to each other, and he can’t have that. It will get you both killed. Instinct to keep you safe pours venom into his next words.

“I enjoyed the sex, but that’s all it ever was for me. You’re a good lay.”

Poe watches your face fall at his lie. Your lips turn down ever so slightly. You blink rapidly a few times. Your fingers tug nervously at the hem of your shirt. But even as he fixes you with an emotionless stare, you don’t feel any less in love with the handsome pilot.

Deep down, way far deep down, you know the rejection isn’t real, that he’s scared to love someone who might be dead tomorrow, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“Right,” you whisper, a voice so meek and unlike you that it startles you. “Well it was fun, Dameron.”

“I told her she was a good lay,” Poe snarls the words out in a low voice, hating himself all the while. “I looked her in the eye and told her I enjoyed fucking her and that’s all it was.”

He looks away from Rey and back to you, hating that thrill of hope that shoots through his chest. Each time he looks away, that poisonous hope sneaks into his mind, whispering cruelly that maybe you will be awake when he looks back.

“You could tell her the truth now, Poe,” Rey offers the suggestion gently. She deflects Poe’s anger easily, knowing he’s not mad at anyone but himself. “Protocol says nine days. It’s almost time, so… think about saying goodbye.”

She leaves before Poe has time to respond, leaving him alone with you again. It feels pathetic to confess his love to your unconscious body, but maybe it’s the best opportunity he’ll ever get. Or the last opportunity he’ll ever get.

He takes your cold hand in his and gazes down at your face. Motionless. Beautiful.

“I lied,” he starts with his voice shaking. “I mean you are a good lay,” he laughs sadly, knowing you’d appreciate the joke if only you were awake to hear it. “But I caught feelings too. Actually, I always had feelings. That first night? I had feelings before that. Kind of pathetic, huh?”

Poe presses a long, soft kiss to your cheek then another to your temple.

“I used to watch you train with Rey. Not in a creepy way,” he laughs again, and the sound is garbled through tears. He’s sobbing openly now. “I was in awe. And when I saw you fly the first time, I think I fell in love right then. I should have told you. I should have told you.”

He repeats the word over and over as he presses his face into the curve of your neck.

“I’m sorry. I love you, and I’m so sorry. I’m sorry… I’m sorry.”

Someone is touching the back of his head, their hand tangling in his dark curls. He hardly feels it.

“Poe?”

His face is uncharacteristically scratchy. How insane that your first waking thought is about his beard.

“I love you,” he repeats again and pressed closer. “How am I supposed to say goodbye to you? I don’t want you to go. Please don’t go.”

Your skin is damp. He’s crying, you realize as you bring your other hand to his cheek. Maker, he’s tickling you with that beard. How long have you been out that he’s let it grow out so much?

“Poe.” You try to push his head back, but he only holds you tighter. “Poe Dameron. For fuck’s sake. I love you too you absolute idiot.”

That silences him.

Poe sits back. There is it again, that hope. But this time, it’s not poisoned. This time when his bloodshot eyes fall on you, your own eyes are wide open and staring up at him.

“You idiot!” He nearly shouts. “Don’t you ever do that again! I thought you were dead!”

“Sorry,” you offer with a shy smile.

“Don’t sorry me! I’ve hardly left this room! Finn literally dragged me to the fresher yesterday! I haven’t shaved! I thought I’d never get to see you again.

“All that for a good lay?” You smirk.

“That’s-” Poe’s jaw drops as you make the same joke he’d made earlier. Somehow it isn’t funny from your lips. “That’s not funny!”

“Okay, hey.” You reach for him and take his face between your hands, brushing that familiar escapee curl from his forehead. Maybe this wasn’t the time for a joke. “Poe, I’m alive. Look, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Poe leans his head down to press your foreheads together, wrapping his strong arms around you as he does.

“I-” he starts.

“It’s okay,” you interrupt as he hesitates. You spin a curl around your finger. “I heard you. It’s what brought me back.”

“I want to say it again though,” he says and locks your gaze together so you’re drowning in his warm eyes. “I love you.”

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Strawberries and Burgers

College AU! Eren Yeager x Reader.

Part 1. Part 2.

Warnings: just fluff I think for now T^T and some suggestive themes!

What the fuck is wrong with me

It's all Eren can think when he sees you doing your homework at the campus cafe and he just can't muster the courage to go up to you. God, you guys had just scheduled your date with each other two days ago, it can't be that hard to approach you right now.

Actually...

it is that hard.

You were typing away on your laptop, your headphones placed snugly on either side of your head, clueless to the world around you. You looked good doing it too.

You looked so fucking good doing it.

You were bare faced, something he wasn't surprised about considering he stalked your instagram that one time three nights ago after Jean's party and found a few photos of you just as make up free. You had really nice collarbones, the tank top and oversized hoodie combo adorning you emphasized it perfectly for him.

How did he score a date with you?

He wasn't in your line of sight since he was in the campus goodies shop across from the cafe, so he didn't need to hide when you took off your headphones and picked up your phone.

That sickeningly sweet smile of yours he couldn't get out of his head spread across your lips just as fast as he felt his phone vibrate. You had already warned him you were going to study and be offline for a bit, but he sure hated your restraint from him.

You had finally responded to him after an hour.

His last text to you had been a confession of how much he liked the way you smelled when he first met you followed by a series of texts on how he tried to defend how creepy it sounded in the most heartfelt way possible (which did not work, but you found the effort adorable.)

y/n: perv!!!!

y/n: not letting this sniffer anywhere near me whatsoever on our date.

He looked up at you for a second and saw you giggling to yourself.

So fucking cute.

Eren: :<

Eren: That's okay, as long as I get to look at you I'll be happy.

Why was he so cute?

The mere words he sent to you now displayed on the screen of your phone made you cover your eyes in pure embarassment. How he managed to make you feel like a lovesick middle schooler again was a mystery to you.

Hopefully he'd stay after your first date together.

Straining against the heat on your cheeks, you responded to his text.

y/n: Okayyyyy maybe one sniff

y/n: just cause that sounded sweet

Eren: sounded sweet huh

Eren: *img*

Eren: I should run out of gum more often. Had the best view when I was choosing between spearmint and watermelon.

He had sent a photo of you just moments ago, silently squealing into your hand.

Your mouth went agape as you chose to respond to him, trying to scour your surroundings to find out what angle he took that picture from.

y/n: AND YOU DIDN'T COME UP TO ME???

y/n: wowwwww. really waiting to see me until our date huh.

Eren: I would if it didn't look like you were actually studying.

Eren: I'll gladly buy you a frapuccino if you want me to come up to you.

y/n: A frap isn't necessary but I wouldddd like your presence.

He left on you on read the second you responded. If he was just as near as the photo made it look then he would-

"Hey."

This wasn't fair at all.

Eren Yeager is hot. You gathered that when you met him and couldn't ever stop believing it. He was tall, pretty, toned, and had an alluring personality.

Eren Yeager is hot and at this moment in time, such words didn't seem to suffice to explain how good he looked right now.

He was wearing those slutty guy shorts.

The ones that showed how sculpted his thighs were.

Yeah.

Those.

You instinctively smiled, "Hey."

He pulled a chair to sit close to you, but not enough to invade your personal space.

He raised a finger up before you could speak again, "By the way this is not our first date. When I'm helping you choose between risotto and gnocci this weekend, your computer is not gonna be third wheeling."

"I know." You took a sip of your frapuccino, " This is just us friends hanging out."

Eren laughed before leaning on the table, " You know I don't wanna be your friend."

You feigned sadness, "You don't wanna be my friend?"

Smirking, he leaned a bit closer to you, "Do you let your friends kiss you?"

"Nope."

"Then I don't wanna be your friend."

"What's that got to do hm?" You crossed your arms over each other.

"I wanna kiss you."

Chills ran down your spine and you had to distract yourself from making a fool of yourself in front of him.

"I wouldn't recommend it right now, my mouth tastes like pure coffee and caramel syrup."

He let out an airy laugh, flicking your forehead softly, "That's fine by me. Just tell me when you want me to."

You bit down the smile coming to your lips and shook your head.

What a fucking flirt.

"The restaurant we're going to has strawberry gelato. If you order it you could smell and taste like strawberries."

"Wouldn't you like that hm." You shook your head

"I'd go crazy for it, but that's just a suggestion." He tried to non chalantly lean away while raising his hands up.

"You're such a loser." You giggled

Eren's cheeks flared up, something you didn't know could happen to him.

If he knew his face was bright red, he didn't care because he started to smile and leaned close to you again.

"I like your giggle."

His face was mere inches away from yours and you couldn't stop yourself from quickly turning yours away to avoid the heat creeping up your neck.

However, just as quickly, he softly grasped your cheek and turned you to look at him.

"Don't pussy out loser."

You forced yourself to keep the eye contact with him, "From what hm."

"From me."

Fuck, he made you smile so much your cheeks hurt.

"You make me nervous. I can pussy out a little bit."

His forest lined irises were on you, just staring back at you.

"Trust me. You make me even more nervous." He confessed, softly swiping his thumb on your cheek

"Then why aren't you showing it?"

He changed the momento of the situation by letting go of you and shrugging his shoulders very cockily, "Gotta impress the girl I like."

"Oh! That reminds me. What's the dress code for our date?" You took your phone out while he scooted closer to you.

Eren thought for a second, "Well I was thinking of wearing a black dress shirt and black dress pant combo."

You opened your phone to your photo gallery, showing him three dresses, "Which one do you think is best suited to the restaurant. I ordered them last week and they're all supposed to get here tomorrow morning."

He leaned close to you over your shoulder to get a good look as you swiped between them and couldn't stop himself from pushing your finger away to stop from scrolling.

"That one."

That one was a red dress. It wasn't too fancy considering the color it was, but it wasn't any dress. To be fair, it reminded of you of the dress Ana wore when Christian proposed to her in the Fifty Shades movie and you got it for that sole reason, you wanted to recreate her look from that scene.

You nodded your head before turning off your phone and setting it back on the table, "Okay I was thinking that one too."

When you looked back up at Eren, his face was completely flushed.

He was beet red, even the tips of his ears.

In sheer shock, you raised a hand up to his forehead, "Are you okay?!"

Eren softly pushed your hand away, "I'm fine. You're just gonna look really pretty in that dress."

He shook his head a little in an effort to stop being flustered.

"That's why you're red????"

"Yeah y/n. I told you. You make me really nervous."

You gave him a motherly smile before getting up, "So cute."

He got up with you, rubbing the back of his neck in embarassment as he pushed his chair back in.

"Well Eren, I have to go drop off my stuff in my dorm before I go out to eat with my friends. "

"Where are you guys eating?"

"At a Mexican restaurant. I've been craving tacos!" You jumped a little in excitement.

"Send me pictures of them then. I like food porn." He gazed down at you, a warm grin adorning his face.

"Okay." You giggled, leaning in to hug him quickly before leaving

"Byeeee Eren."

Later as you were closing the door to your dorm to leave, you received a text.

Eren: Hug me for a little longer next time. You're warm.

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✶ seventeen, after it all ends.

post-breakup hcs, ft. hip hop unit

-> performance | vocal

the phone rings at 2AM, and seungcheol immediately knows it's you. it's becoming all too familiar, he laments distantly—the neon numbers blinking on his bedside, the three rings he lets pass before inevitably answering on the fourth, the voice that greets him on the other end of the line. ("hi, cheol," you utter quietly, and it's like he's back at the starting line, still gathering up the courage to tear himself away.) he wants to blame his lack of resilience on the hour, the repeatedly promised 'one last time,' but seungcheol knows he ends up here every single time because he would rather you cry with him than alone. he's not anything to you anymore, seungcheol tells himself, but he can taste the lie before it even forms on his tongue, the way it tangles itself between late night calls and quiet words and—("i'm sorry, cheol," the nickname feels like a mottled bruise, a confession tumbling soon after. like defeat in the admittance. "i didn't know who else to call." you always sound so hurt when seungcheol hears you speak; he wonders if it's his fault.) seungcheol knows better than anyone that he can't keep doing this with you, that it's unhealthy and you both need to move on, that he can't keep letting things linger as a pitiful attempt to ease his guilt, but old habits die hard; seungcheol wonders if this is just becoming another.

wonwoo finds an old note you'd written a week after, tucked away into a borrowed book you'd forgotten to take back. it wasn't anything special or profound, just a little bookmark put for a future-him to find, "this made me think of you," scrawled on the sides and in the margins and page numbers for passages you thought he would like. the annotations speak in a language all by themselves, care crafted into each word, each stroke, and somehow, he sees you in it all. (how had you put it again? like it was memories permanently inked into paper, a version of yourself you could always come back to.) they say that to love is to lose, and that grief is just love with no place left to go, but wonwoo can't seem to care about the accuracy of poetry and prose when he is still mourning of someone lost to him forever. ("don't be a stranger," you had reminded him softly, the day you left, but you both knew it was all wishful thinking than an actual promise. in the end it would all be the same— a forced blank slate, a version of himself grappling with a soul still shaped like you.) wonwoo supposes it's a little too late to feign ignorance and give the book back to you, lovenote tucked back in; it would be cruel for him to insist on making you revisit a past scratched and scribbled and thrown away. he runs a hand over the paper, ink under skin, heart in throat, and closes the book. even if he came back it would never, ever be the same.

mingyu can't hear anything over the roaring of his ears. he can't remember much from the night either, something about his lost phone he probably left on the uber here, fumbling favors from a nearby stranger, something else distant and fuzzy that lead him to sitting on the curb outside waiting for—"mingyu." (oh. it's you.) your voice strikes clean through the fog, but mingyu only manages to utter your name; the muffled bass playing from inside the bar still thrums in his bones. you sigh quietly, taking a seat next to him, arms touching. (it burns, the forgotten familiarity. "let's get you home, okay?" you nudge gently, and mingyu has to remember that home doesn't mean the same thing to you anymore.) it isn't until you're parked outside of his apartment that you ask the burning question ("why did you call me?") and he answers truthfully ("your number was the only one i remembered."). your eyes flicker with the confession and he almost wants to take it back, his secrets displayed raw, but hidden truths already start to spill out of mingyu's mouth, things he's been wanting to say for months. (i'm sorry," he ends up saying, eventually. "i really loved you, you know?" he thinks he still does.) some would call it drunken courage but mingyu thinks it's just his sober cowardice instead. maybe if he had said it when it mattered, 'home' would still be you.

it's been two months, and vernon still hasn't figured out how to break the news. he practices it in his head more times than he can count, drafting and erasing and rewriting the right words to tell his family that you and him are over, but it all falls flat the minute he tries to get them past his lips. some days he gets close, the first few words spoken before his mom interrupts asking how you are; other days, the words die before they even have the chance to form, all amounting to a wooden tongue, a puff of empty air. his sister knows, vernon thinks, the way she shoots him a look half-pity half-judgement every time he tries to bring it up. maybe you were the one to tell her, or maybe she had just figured it out all by herself, but it comforts him, in a strange way—like he's not alone in his unintentionally kept secret. ("dad wants to know if you're able to come over for christmas," vernon tells you over the phone, and the line goes silent. vernon winces, already anticipating what comes after. "have you..." you start carefully, "...not told them?") a part of him wants to say that it's all a matter of luck and timing, that he just hasn't found the right time and he'll do it soon, he promises, but the rest of him knows that it's all just excuses. (vernon is scared, he thinks, still trying to stall the sinking feeling that there truly is no coming back after he tells his family. it feels more like admitting it to himself, carving it into stone, cementing it into the ground where his love lies buried.) vernon says that his biggest problem is figuring out how to break the news, but really, it's figuring out how to let you go.

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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feel free to imagine a sexy interpretation. Also, I'm going to add a loss of virginity here just for fun. In this scenario, Dream is finally willing to admit to himself that he loves the reader, but he's still not willing to confess (and he's also still a possessive/obsessive jerk), so instead he chases after the woman's dreams, especially until even your wet dreams. And 2 possible catalysts here, either Dream sees that the reader is dreaming about having sex with someone else and becomes insanely jealous or he sees someone flirting with the reader in the waking world and becomes insanely jealous XD. This is so Dream, like a king, he feels entitled to the reader and his time, and while he's trying to work up the courage to confess, he makes sure the reader can't hook up with anyone else.

Petty And Yours

Dream of the Endless x Demon Hunter!Reader

Summary: Somnium Regem, the Dream King, felt a certain kinship to the bondservants of his sister Domina, the Lady, or in the words of the king, older sister, Death. This was because of how closely the family of demon hunters has interacted with the Endless throughout generations. There was a particular member of this family he had a soft spot for, not that he'd ever admit it out loud, unless coaxed.

Word Count: 9k+💀 (why cant i ever just make them fuck and be done with it?)

Warnings: Fem!reader, smut (virgin!reader, biting marking, fingering, oral [f receiving], hair pulling, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, praise kink), Set in the Roman middle ages, dream being stupid, reader being stupid, jealous/possessive!dream, reader, fluff, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: OMG YES. MINORS DNI (the smut is at the end) Let go nonnie we love petty, possessive and pathetic dream UGH <3 also I really enjoyed this universe I made with demon hunter!reader, and i usually don't make p2s for my work, but im giving her at least this because she deserves it and i love her. ok isnt actually a p2, its more of a prequel in fact, so you dont have to read the other demon hunter fic i made, but if you do youre gonna be like OMG SLAY that makes more sense now. also, smut after smut for this reader, get it bestie HAHHA HELP THIS REACHED 8k WTF And just in case its not clear, theyre speaking latin in this but like i only put a few latin passages cos i have no idea if its even right lol HAHAHH this gif of him T_T he's so emo sir calm yourself T_T Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx @julesandro @farintonorth Previous demon hunter!reader fic: "Caged"

With my thick skirt and cloak gathered in my hands, I stop at the edge of the street, waiting for the donkey cart to pass me.

I release a huff, impatiently, though I end up finding myself smiling at the old man who greets me while he urges his ride to quicken its pace. Once he has passed, I finally move to cross.

I hiss when a bunch of children carelessly run past me. I eye them and call out, "vigilate quo itis!"

Watch where you're going!

"Children," I mutter in Latin under my breath, as I quickly make my down the townsquare.

I run up a flight of marble stairs and huff when I reach the temple at the top. I push one of the massive doors open, and the sound of it echoes in the grand room.

I close the door and call out, "mater?"

I wait. Nothing. I call out again.

When I finally hear my name, I turn and see it was my mother but my brother calling for me. Grin in excitement, not expecting his prescience. I run over to the man who was three years my senior, smiling from ear to ear, arms out stretched.

I jump into his arms. We seal each other in a tight embrace.

"Cassian," I chuckle airily, "it's been nearly two decades."

He hums, "yes, little sister. I've missed you dearly."

I pull away from him and cups his cheeks. I smile at the sight of his face, looking no older than the age of 25, like the rest of us siblings, though we were all on this earth for more that 50 years.

"Where is mother?" I ask.

Cassian grabs my hands, "Domina est ad loquentes."

She is talking with The Lady.

"The Lady is here?" I tilt my head and perk at the idea.

"Apud Somnium Regem."

"With the Dream King!?" I gasp, "oh come on brother, we must meet them at once!"

Cassian laughs as I tug at his arm in excitement.

He and I rush off to where Domina and Somnia were, recounting random stories that we could think of along the way. The moment I spot the two, conversing with my grey haired mother, I release my grip on Cassian and run towards them.

My mother catches me and chuckles, calling out my name in greeting as she opens her arms out to me from the windowsill she was sat upon.

Once upon her, I envelope her in my arms, kissing her cheeks repeatedly.

"Ah, my sweet girl," my mother coos in my mother tongue, "you act as though you did not see me a month ago."

I pull away from her, shaking my head, "I would react the same way even if I saw you yesterday, mater."

She smiles, placing a kiss on my forehead before I turn to the two Endless siblings.

"Domina," I smile, leaning in for an embrace, kissing both cheeks of the dark skinned woman. She chuckles and reciprocates.

"Somnia," I bow my head at the pale man. He smiles and mimics me, and he extends his palm out for me to take. When I do, he kisses the back of my hand.

I chew on the inside of my lower lip, holding back a smile as I pull my hand away.

"Praise to the Lady, Praise to the Dream Lord," Cassian calls when he finally reaches us. My brother takes his time showing his respects to the siblings, then after, kisses our mother's cheeks in regard.

"You finally thought to visit your mother, boy," she says, narrowing her eyes at her second child, "your older sister, Aurelia, might be travelling Constantinople but she oft sends me letters, as do your younger brothers, Amias and Lucius."

I nudge Cassian to further egg him on, and he quickly eyes me in response, though only addresses our mother, "pardon your son, mater. I am here this day, however, to bring you glad tidings."

I perk and raise my brows at his words, "did you capture the archdemon you were tracking?"

Cassian turns to me, brows tensing before relaxing, "no."

"Did you find the Shadow Master?" my mother asks.

"No, mater," he replies, shaking his head, "I..."

My eyes widen at Cassian's hesitation. He was not one to trail off with his worlds or fall flat with them.

"I have a bride," Cassian huffs, lowering his gaze before turning back to our mother with a soft smile.

My jaw drops, my blood stills.

Cassian straightens himself up, "she is Veronica. Her face is brighter than the morning light, and is as temperate and kind as the Lady," he turns to Death when he says this.

I shake my head in disbelief. I turn to my mother who does not look nearly as shocked as I do.

"She carries my child."

A shiver runs down my spine. I recoil at the sight of my brother.

I watch in horror as my mother stands and pouts at her second born, exclaiming, "lauda dominae! My son has come home to me with a family of his own."

I turn to The Lady, who my mother just exclaimed praise to. My face contorts at the happiness written on her face. It was the sight of her brother, Dream's, face that makes me realize this was all really happening. I then watch as my mother stands and walks towards Cassian, sealing him in a tight embrace.

I shake my head at the misplaced affection, "mater, how can this news please you? He is only halfway through a hundred!"

Mater turns to me, eyes taking in my worried and hurt expression.

Cassian sighs, reaching his hand out to me. I evade him, swatting his hand away, "proditor."

Traitor.

My mother calls out my name. I look at her expression and find tears lacing my eyes. She was looking like this at me?

"Sister, please, I-"

"We all promised each other we'd have our own families after a century!" I exclaim, walking away, "and you! You!" I point, "you've betrayed all of us!"

My name is called again, this time both by my older brother and my mother.

"Mater fuit per se propter hoc!" I whine, "and you dare tell her this in the name of glad tidings?"

I am glad I did not choke when I spoke, 'mother lived by herself because of this.' I normally could not bare to recall the stories my mother had after evoking the Right of the Lonely, the right in which the a person from our line would not die because it would kill off the last remaining demon hunters in existence. I could not even stomach the idea of living out a hundred years without companionship.

When Domina calls out to me, I freeze. I watch as she walks closer, reaching out to me to offer me comfort only she was every capable of. But then Cassian calls my name and I'm betrayed all over again.

And so I run. I run out of the temple and lose myself in the city.

If it was so easy for Cassian to betray the promise we swore as siblings not to partake in the world only until after completing our generational burden, then I would do it too!

After all, I laugh to myself as I weave through shady crowds of people in the market place, servicing the earth as a demon hunter for one century was easy, right?!

If the previous generations could do it, I could do it!

If Cassian, who used to be so slow at picking up demon trails, could be so sure he could have a child while continuing service, then by The Lady, I could do it too.

I gasp when I ram into a solid object. When I recoil after collision and do not fall back, I realize it was because my form was being hoisted up by a dark clothed being.

He speaks out my name and the sound finally pushes me into tears.

"Somnia," I whine, gripping his arms tightly.

My lips quiver in despair. I throw my arms over his shoulders, breaking into a sob.

The next thing I know, I am being pushed back and my calves hit something behind me.

I do not wonder what or do not wonder why I am all of a sudden out of the streets. I know it was the Dream Lord's power that brought us here, here in my bedroom. I sit on the end of my cott, beside the King of Dreams, clutching his hands tightly.

"Where were you to go?" he asks, retrieving his one hand from me to wipe off the tears on my cheeks.

I shake my head as I turn to my hands, my hands that were squeezing his large one as though my life depended on it, "nowhere... any where..." I sigh, "somewhere to spite my brother."

He does not retort.

I release him and sling myself back. I crash against my semi-soft cushion, "I curse his existence."

He speaks my name softly.

I close my eyes and feel tears roll down my temples.

Dream of the Endless does not speak to me, does not offer advice, does not analyse the situation for me, and for that, I am always grateful.

I sniffle, reaching out to him without looking, "lie with me?"

Silently, aside from the sound of him shuffling, he takes my hand and lies beside me. My bed is not that large, and so it was a bit cramp. I don't mind though, I know he doesn't either.

I roll on my side, stretching my arm under my head as I turn to him. I blink as he turns to me, body still rigid on his back.

"I do not want to forgive him."

Dream is silent.

I sigh, moving to press my body against his, check pressing onto his chest. The thump of his heart is slow and steady. His arm comes over my back. I feel another wave of tears threaten to crash down on me as I think, "does that make me a bad person?"

He rubs my shoulder, "no."

I sob into his top, trying to hold back my tears, "what does it make me then?"

"Human."

I take a moment to reply as I calm myself from crying. I turn my head to face him, blinking away salt water, "is it easy for an Endless to forgive?"

I see him close his eyes, "no."

"What does that make you?"

"Petty."

I snort at his words.

He opens his eyes and cranes his neck up. He brushes my hair back and hushes me, "I am here. You needn't ever fear living through the same loneliness your mother did."

I smile softly at his words, pushing myself off him so I could sit by his side. I look down on the man, the man who wasn't, but was sweeter and more thoughtful than any man I had ever met.

I trace the curve of his nose, "would you wait five decades for me?"

He takes my hand in his before I could fully pull away from his face. He proceeds to sit up and press my palm on his chest, "I would wait eons for you."

I chuckle under my breath, shaking my head as I did so, "I don't think I'll live that long."

He does not respond to this, and instead helps me slide to his lap when I shift in my place.

I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder, allowing myself to relax against him.

I brush my nose against his neck and close my eyes, lulling myself into comfort. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer.

Dream smells like a field of flowers, like a warm fire, like perhaps what the stars did.

I shift on him, slowly opening my eyes. I take his cheeks in my hands and lick my lips. I feel my heart thundering in my chest when I lean into him. And then-

I tilt my head up bringing my lips to his, but I don't.

I start when he pushes me away.

He looks at me, somehow bewildered by my actions.

I knit my brows, feeling a bit caught off guard and confused, "what's wrong?"

He speaks my name slowly, arms loosening around me, "I... will always be here for you... but not like this. I cannot give you my heart."

My face contorts at his words. I shake my head, "you cannot give your heart?" I repeat incredulously, "but, my king... you already have."

He pulls his arms away from me. He all, of a sudden, cannot meet my gaze.

I stiffen against him, clenching my jaw as I roughly push myself off him. My nostrils flare in anger and my eyes begin to water. I heave, "why are you here then?"

Somnia keeps his eyes down.

I cannot believe this, "do you not know why you constantly come to me, my lord?"

He, still says nothing.

"Why do you constantly comfort me then?!" I seethe, pointing an accusing finger at him, "why are you even here, if you-" I choke on my words, almost as though my own mouth was not willing to admit this, "-cannot give me your heart? If you think you have not given it to me at all?"

He stands from the bed.

I walk back in response.

"Dilectus-"

"Don't call me that," I quip waving him off, "don't call me your beloved! Not when you claim you don't love me."

He speaks my name.

"What? Have you been leading me on? Have you been passing your time with me because I have not yet aged?!"

"That is not-"

"THEN WHY!" I cry out as my cheeks grow cold and hot all over again because of my tears. I shake my head as I walk all the way back until I could reach my door, "why can't you admit that you love me when I so clearly bleed out my love for you?"

He freezes at my words.

Was he only now realizing this? After everything?

I open the door slowly from behind me.

Somnium Regem is unable to say a word.

I roughly wipe my face, "behold," I scoff, "now I see you are just like any other man."

I turn on my heels and rip the door open, thinking of a place far, far, away as I did. When I hear him call out to me, I slam the door on my way out.

I am gone. I have transported myself away.

I find myself in an army hotspot, where dozens upon dozens of eager, hotblooded men where thirsting at the very idea of companionship, no matter how shallow it posed.

I walked like a regular though it was my first time here. I brazenly sit myself in a table of eight soldiers, looking between them with a bored look, "salvete, milites," I grab the cup of the man beside me, downing the wine in one go. My throat burns at the sour taste and I grunt as I slam the wooden object on the table. I push the cup forward, looking at no one in particular, pulling my lips into a lopsided grin, "et quis ex vobis effundam mihi potum?"

Greetings, soldiers. Will any of you pour me a drink?

The next moment, each man on the table fights to get the ewer of wine.

The moment after that is spent debating my prospects with each Roman militant. One by one, I flirt with them, tease them with my touches and my giggles, taking each one to dance to the muses of a bard and his company.

In the end, the winner, if I could even call him that, was the eldest in the bunch, Fabius. He was still only 27 but the fact he went from Africa and back with the scars to prove it was enough reason for me to choose him.

The perfect criminal to commit a perfect crime with.

Fabius smile as he dances with me, expertly on beat with the lute and the drums.

I'll show them all. I'll show them how I could go against them and break my oaths to everyone, to my family, to the one my heart called for, to myself.

Fabius would do. I would take him and make him mine for the night, or how many nights it would take for my body to bare his seed of mine of vindication.

This soldier was not nice, he was not smart, in fact, he was only rugged. I could tell that all the kindness he extended to me now was only out of his desire to share my bed. It was good enough, considering it was all I wanted or expected from him. And yet he was redeemed by how strong, shrewd, and, most of all, easy on the eyes he was. If he could not give my child compassion and wit, he would at least give his strong nose, soft lips and a warriors stamina.

I pull him near me just when the song ends. He captures me against him and leans down. I whisper on his ear, "would you like to take me home, Fabius?"

Fabius pulls back in disbelief. It is fleeting. He growls and grabs me by the waist, "I'd like to keep you home for the rest of my life."

I feel blood rise up my face at his proposal. I chew on my lower lip and release it from my teeth when he leans in to kiss me.

He is eager and hungry against me. He kisses me with fervor because he wants too, because his body burns in desire for me. He tastes sour, yet again is redeemed by how good he was at kissing.

I could see it now, our disaster. For every wrong he'd do me, he'd have one good thing to show for. It would be an endless cycle of tribulation, and in this moment, the idea of it shined like the stars.

I release a whine when I feel his hands move down to my bottom. This was about as far as I had gone with everyone, and in the next few hours, that would all change.

But suddenly, my head is spinning, utterly confused as to why he pulled away so harshly from me right when I thought he'd whisper the words in my ear.

I only realize what had happened when I see a dark figure faced back away from, sputtering Latin tightly against Fabius.

"Somnia!" I hiss, grabbing his arm, "what do you think you're doing?!"

I tense when he turns to me. I see both the Roman shoulder, toppled on his arse, crawling back in fear, and the blazing eyes of the Dream Lord. His face was truly a fearsome sight to those caught his gaze.

He takes advantage of my stunned state and grabs my arms, pushing me back.

All at once, I find I am pressed against a something, something soft. Dream's ferocious face softens as I am trapped against him, or I then realized, I was trapped beneath him.

No longer did the sour smell of wine tingle my nostrils. In fact, it now smelt like a morning breeze, like a flowery meadow, it smelt like him.

I was now in the Dreaming.

"You are more foolishly impulsive than I could have ever thought," the Dream Lord growls.

I grit my teeth, screwing my eyes shut, not giving him the satisfaction of a response.

"You think you can ignore me?" he quips, "you are in my house, my domain, my Dreaming, pinned under the palms of my hands."

I mask the way my body begins to react to his words, how my throat tightens, how my breath grows taxed, how my belly swirls, and how my thighs press against each other.

"Face me, demon hunter."

"Let me go," I weakly demand.

"I will not set you free after seeing what you meant to do to yourself."

I begin to fume, "Let me go!"

I open my eyes and wrangle beneath him, kicking and pushing him. I then dictate a long spiel of Latin cusses. My whole body burns in fury.

I am powerless against him though. He does not strain where I struggle. He pushes his weight onto me, hands trapping my wrists by the sides of my head, legs clamping mine between his. My face was now also turned to the side as he leaned into me, his hot breath practically searing the skin on my cheek.

Somnia mumbles, "you would give yourself away to a mere mortal on the street? A man who ogles your form, who could not possibly understand the honor you would so willingly bequeath him. His thoughts run wild with ideas of desecrating your being in a vile form taking his claim on you."

"Oh, and suddenly you care?!" I snarl, knocking my head into his, making him pull back in contact, "what does it matter if I chose to be with him? Or even if I chose the devil? The master of demons?! You do not love me."

He calls my name.

"YOU SAID IT YOURSE-"

"I WAS WRONG!" he bursts. His outburst leaves him breathless and stiffens me into marble.

I choke on nothing and feel my eyes water at the sight of him. His hair is messy, eyes are desperate, lips are quivering. He breaks when my tears begin to fall. He pulls away from me, sitting himself at the edge of his bed in defeat, in retreat.

I breathe in heavily, trying to calm myself down, "it took seeing me with another man to own up to your feelings."

He does not respond.

"Do you think I find that flattering?" I voice, "do you?!"

Again nothing.

"I find it petulant and slow-witted." I release a breath, "I find it offensively aggravating."

I push myself up from where I laid. I turn to the window, lips parting at the beauty of the meadows I knew he called Fiddler's Green. Never had I witnessed his domain like this, never before this moment had I ever even been here with him, flesh and bone.

And yet I tell myself not to enjoy the moment so much. I suck in a breath and scratch my tears away, turning to Dream's wide and hunched over back.

"Bring be back, Somnia," I mutter.

He straightens upon hearing this, head barely turning as he speaks, "what?"

I scoff, in utter disbelief that he is in shock of my words, "I do not want to be around you." I move to the foot of the bed then stand, "take me back home."

Dream looks at me, eyes reddish and glimmering with tears. He opens his mouth and speaks something but I do not hear it.

I huff through my nose, "take me back now, Dream. Or- or I'll never speak to you again!"

I recoil when he crawls over to me on the bed. He sit as the edge, reaching out to me, grabbing on to clothes. He whispers my name as his face hardens in desperation, "I do not wish for you to leave while this is unresolved."

"So," I tighten my hands into balls, "if I leave you now, what does that make me?"

He looks up at me, jaw clenching then relaxing as he opens his mouth to speak, "cruel."

I scoff.

A tear rushes down his face.

"And if you keep me here?!" I coaxed.

He releases me, dropping his head as he leans onto his knees. He voices firmly, "an Endless."

My whole body tenses at his words, grows rigid in anger over his sentiment. I was seconds away from lunging at him, but suddenly, a flurry of sand began to twist around me and before I could think, I was back in my bedroom.

It became painfully clear to me that if either of us wanted to resolve our quarrel, we'd have to first resolve our pride.

It had been seven days since the fact, and neither did I call out to him, and neither did he make attempts to come to me.

That was that then. Good riddance. Good, hard, and cold riddance.

All that's left, of course, was the issue with my brother, and her... brimming with life bride.

The image I had of her was starkly contrast to what she actually was. I thought she would have been one or two months in her pregnancy. I really dropped dead when I spied my brother talking to a woman with such a large rounded belly that she looked like she was about to pop any moment now.

The audacity. The sheer and utter disrespect.

Today, I was going to finally face her because my two younger brothers, Amias and Lucius, were now here to do the same. Aurelia had arrived two days before, and as much as we both confided in each other our ill feeling towards the whole predicament, she was as tender as ever, and laced every complaint with an eagerness to make peace with the matter.

My older sister was wholly compassionate, as always, but my younger brothers were not, and I was excited to meet this Veronica, solely because of the knowledge I would finally not be the only one restless about the situation.

And yet, as excited I was to see Amias and Lucius, bickering at each other the moment they arrived, I was betrayed by how it seemed neither of them were fazed by the gravity of the predicament, in fact, they were-

"happy for you brother!" Amias laughs, "I'm so happy for you! Lauda dominae!" He slaps Cassian twice on the shoulder before sealing him into a tight hug, "I understand that your bride is carrying two babes."

I nearly choke on the bile in my throat upon hearing that. My jaw hangs low. That's why her belly was so big. I hiss under my breath, "two?"

Amias pulls away and raises his hands, "clearly it is a sign from Domina to have at least one of them named after," he slaps a hand on his chest, "Amias the Gallant."

Cassian makes a half amused face at second youngest.

The final born smacks Amias' face and takes his turn to embrace Cassian, "malediceres ipsum esse huius infantis."

Lucius pulls away from Cassian, who laughed at his words, to repeat them with pinched fingers, eyeing Amias as he did so, "you would be cursing the very existence of this child."

"Your face is a curse to the world," Amias rebuts in our mother tongue.

When the boys begin to bicker all over again, I finally snap, "so am I truly the only one that cannot stomach this?"

The three turn to me. I am the odd one out.

I hear someone call my name from behind. It's Aurelia with that woman, that Veronica that she was now treating more of a sister than I. Aurelia pulls away from her to walk over to me, "let us speak about this out-"

"No!" I dodge her advances. My senses begin to flare at the feel of my siblings staring at me. I heave heavily as I back away from them, "you've all confided in each other about this, haven't you? You and Cassian," I hiss at Aurelia, "and Amias and Lucius."

Cassian calls my name.

"NO!" I shriek, "it's always been like this. It's always you," I suck in a deep breath, "and then there's me. The spare."

"Sister, that is not true." Lucius calls.

I shake my head, chuckling bitterly, "you're right. It's only ever always in my head, is it not?"

Without another word, I storm out of the room, hating myself for the way I was breaking.

I hide myself in the garden, in a secret corner where I basked in my loneliness, except this time, I would truly be lonely all by myself.

Tinges of betrayal flare up in me when Veronica appears out of nowhere.

She starts at the sight of me. I scoff at her pretending to be shocked by my presence. She speaks, "sister, I-"

"I am not your sister," I quip, "did your beloved tell you to look for me here?! To make peace with me?!"

She tenses at the severity of my tone, hand instinctively going on her belly, "I swear it on my mother, I did not know this was your place. I happened to wander here while I was clearing my own mind and found great solitude in the flowers," she says, turning to the said blossoms coloring the otherwise colorless place.

"They remind me of home," she says, "we had plenty of gladioli in our neighborhood."

Veronica turns to me offering as soft smile that makes me want to scream, "I understand they were a gift form your pat-"

"If you want to see these flowers so badly, why not go back home where there are plenty?" I snip, "and take your traitor with you, why won't you?!"

She presses her lips together. Her lightly tanned skin turns a shade scarlet after my cry. She covers her face and nods, "apologies sis-" she cuts herself off, smacking her lips in the process, "I- I'll leave you to your own devices."

My eyes watch her walk off. And very suddenly, as if I am possessed, my voice calls out to her.

Veronica freezes, turning back to me.

What have I done? Why did I do that. I do not want to speak with her.

I turn away, unable to face her, unable to face myself, unable to admit I called her name because I was not enjoying the harshness I was emitting, the harshness I was sputtering to this poor woman who was not even to blame for my emotions.

I'm spiraling, clearly.

I lick my lips, feeling my chest tighten. I huff and shake my head, "I'm not angry at you."

I make the mistake of turning to her. She's just as distraught as I am. I see myself in her in this moment. I sigh helplessly, "I'm not angry-" I curse then sniffle, wiping my philtrum, "I'm not angry at your children."

I wipe my hand on my face, "I'm not even sure if I'm angry at Cassian. I-" I shake my head rapidly, "I'm frustrated that this marks the start of his final years with us. That's he's going to have to... pay... for not completing his hundred years of service."

Veronica visibly reacts to my words. She sighs deeply, rubbing her swollen belly, "I think of that as well. There has not been a day that I have not thought of that."

I deflate. Here and now, it was clear she understood, even if just a fraction, the severity this choice my brother made. If he does not complete a century of demon hunting, then his captives would drag him by his heels into the pits and battle them for a hundred years there.

I look at her as we both begin to cry. I pat the surface I was sat upon, "do you want to sit down?"

She is taken aback by my words. She nods slowly and walks over to sit down next to me.

For a moment, we sit in silence.

"When he told me he would risk his life for me, I did not realize he meant it," Veronica mutters, "not like this."

I am further dejected. I turn to her, feeling my insides get chewed up by the sight of her wailing.

"I at least find comfort in knowing that the love," she places he hands on her belly, "this love we share, here and now is the purest and realest thing I have every felt."

"But how do you know?" I quip on the defensive, "how could you say that so surely?"

It wasn't because I didn't believe her, it was more of the fact I was projecting my own disbelief of love onto her.

I feel a sliver of guilt bite at me for the way in which I spoke, but Veronica was wholly unfazed. In fact, she chuckles under her breath, "because I know him," she smiles, turning to her belly, "and he knows me." She smiles, "it makes no sense, and it's hard to understand, but-" she turns to my side, lips curved in a smile, "I suppose that is what love is like between a mortal and a demon hunter."

I give her a look. She's insane.

Veronica laughs, clutching her stomach, "perhaps I am."

My eyes widen. I said that out loud? "Veronica, I-"

"But is that not how you and your lover feel?"

"What?"

"Somnium Regem," she mutters, "he sits outside your bedroom every night." She places a hand on her chest, "when I managed to overcome my fear, I asked him what he was doing."

I straighten at her words.

"He told me he was waiting for you to notice him."

I scoff.

"That his pride could not allow him to open your door."

I roll my eyes and shake my head at the thought.

"Yet the same pride could not bear the idea of ever letting you go."

I clench my jaw. Damn him.

"Perhaps that is was the love between a demon hunter and a god is like," Veronica speaks, taking my hand in hers.

"He's not a god," I tell her through an airy whisper, "he is a fool."

And so later that night, when darkness cloaked the sky, I brushed my sleepiness away and rose from my bed.

I tiptoed to my door and slowly creaked it open, soundless. Behold.

I sigh at the sight of the dark figure sitting alone in the lightless hall.

"Do you plan to sit there for half a century?" I speak, actually making him jolt from his place.

Somnia turns to me, eyes wide, lips parted. He takes a moment before responding, drawing out a deep breath, "if that is how long it takes."

I roll my eyes at him, walking out of my bedroom all together.

Dream watches me near him. When I reach out my hand to him, he immediately takes it and stands.

"Is your pride so mighty that you would never risk calling to me?"

He sighs, "I punish myself with my pride. If you could not bare turn to me again, then I did not deserve you."

"Oh, you half-wit. What if," I take his both his palms in my, "I actually make you wait that long for me to forgive you."

He presses near me, releasing a breath, "then I would say it is deserved."

I snort, rolling my eyes for the second time, "alright then," I move away from him, "better start counting-"

"No, wait," he tightens his hold on me, "please don't."

I purse my lips, nodding my head, "hmm. That's what I thought."

The being releases a sigh and hangs his head low, "I apologize for how I acted. It is a struggle for me to accept such emotions, considering how they have served me in the end."

I release his hands to take his cheeks into my palms. I bring my face near, lips ghosting over his, "then how do you plan to make it up to me?"

He brushes his nose against mine, hands coming to my sides, "how would you like for me to make it up to you?"

"A kiss," I whisper, lips curving into a mischievous smile, "on your knees."

I don't have the opportunity to laugh at my childish remark, for his lips finally catch mine, stealing my giggles, my breath, and my remaining thoughts away. I ignite against him. A haze forms in my mind. My body pushes against him, wanting to be closer than I am now.

He is nothing but soft and sweet against me. His mouth is a tender oasis that makes my heart pound and my mind melt. He pushes me back against the walls and my body pulls him into me along the way.

I gasp when he breaks away. I watch as he drops down. I knit my brows at him when his hands grab my hips. I call out his name with caution. He smiles up at me as his one hand scratches its way up from my ankles to my thighs.

I jolt, attempting to pull away, finding I am trapped with the wall behind me.

Somnia coos my name out, "hush. I am only making it up to my beloved."

"What are-" I whine when he lifts my skirt up and throws it over him. I catch his head when he kisses my thigh, "Dream, please, I was mocking you. I-" I let out an unholy sound when he pushes me back and makes an attempt to bite the inside of my leg.

"I assure you," he hotly breathes against my skin, making my entire body tingle with goosebumps, "I will not stand for the mockery of a demon hunter."

I rip at his hair from underneath my skirts. I tense against him when he shifts me onto one leg. The other, where his lips were busy nipping at my skin, its hooks over his shoulder.

"Somnia," I lean into him, gasping for air. My stomach rolls at this obscene image of him beneath me, "someone could see."

The King of Nightmares scoffs. "They would sooner be haunted with nightmares for fifty years before they could even think of beholding your form like this," he hisses against my skin as his one hand squeezes my thigh.

I slap a hand onto my mouth when I feel his nose rub against my sensitive bud. I dig into his hair and garble up the sounds from my throat as his lips connect with my core. My toes curl and my body leans into him involuntarily.

"Dream," I breathlessly speak, moving my palm slightly off my mouth, "please, I-" the harsh sound that leaves me when he nibbles then blows against my heat would have been enough to make anyone who hears it look for the sound in concern.

"I will please you, my dear," he speaks, suddenly pulling away. When his face is revealed to me after my skirt finally drops down, I choke on my breath as the sight of his glistening face.

His tongue swirls around his lips while he stands.

I helplessly watch him as he takes my cheeks and raises a brow at me, "unless you would like for me to stop."

The very thought of asking him to do anything is mortifying to me, yet I managed to shake my head in response.

And normally, I would have been offended by how he chuckles at me like that, but when he drops down again, or rather, I find, crawls down, I only look at him in anticipation. I push myself up elbows and realize I was now lying on a bed, facing a window, beholding the view Fiddler's Green. I was also naked, exposed to him, looking down at an equally disrobed Dream.

My whole body burns.

I do nothing but watch as he takes both my legs and props them on his shoulders before sinking down the middle.

I grunt and tense in my place, averting my gaze when he kisses my center. One of my hands reach out to Dream's dark hair. I whine before ripping at my lower lip. I look down on him as he looks up at me.

"All is well," he affirms, lifting his head up slightly, making me pull my hand away from his hair. He kisses my hand on its way then smiles, "let me make it up to you, beloved." He rubs his cheeks against my inner thighs, placing a kiss there, "calm yourself," he mutters, "I assure you, I will make you very much enjoy this."

"My king," I breathlessly call.

He hums, lips curving upward, pleased by the sound, "let your king do his work."

I bite my lips and close my eyes as I nod. I allow myself to relax against the cushions, though my hands were gripping onto the sheets.

"Valde bona," very good, he says.

My fists tighten and my toes curl all over again when his lips kiss into my heat. This time around, I am painfully aware of the wetness that is pooling and beginning to drip down my flesh. The feeling conflicts me.

Almost as if he was aware of my realization, he laps at me and moans, "so honeyed and sweet. So eager and ready for me."

I huff at the feel of him.

"Do not needlessly worry yourself, your body is exactly how I want it."

With this, I find myself fulling relaxing. I arch my back, as his mouth presses more eagerly into me. I attempt to suppress my squeals when his tongue pushes into me. My hands immediately reach to him and my fingers curl into his hair.

He moans then chuckles. He makes it a point to do this against me as he parts my legs further when I begin to press them close. He calls out my name, making me turn to him slowly. Half of me regrets it, half of me goes wild at the sight of him.

The Dream Lord states, "I find offence in your attempts to suppress your noises. Do not conceal them."

I choke out a whine then his thumb rubs against my nub. I screw my eyes shut again as he continues, "perhaps you need more encouragement."

When he dips a finger into me, a guttural sound rips past my lips. I pull one hand away from him to clamp it on my mouth, but the growl I get in reaction makes me drop my it and turn back to Dream.

"You mock me further by disobeying me?" he huffs squeezing the flesh of by my buttocks tightly, "I should make sure the entire Dreaming hears you scream for its King."

He sinks into me again, only this time, there is a grit from his teeth. I rip at both his roots and mine when he does so, unable to conceal the noises that leave my mouth.

He slowly pumps in and out of me, "louder."

I whine and catch my breath, calling out his name in some sort of plea.

"Louder, I said," he commands as he sinks another digit into me and hastens his pace.

There was no way I could keep silent even if I wanted to at this point.

With his fingers, poking and curling, and his mouth, licking and sucking, it doesn't take long for a strong tension to coil up in my belly. My lips could barely make sense of the words it wanted to say. I fundamentally begin to sputter out nonsense.

"A little bit more," he moans, "give me a little bit- there."

I come undone on him with a cry. My legs force themselves against him as my body spasms. He does not make an effort to push me open, and in fact, he brings his hands on my hips, kneading at them, as if encouraging my actions.

In those tender, body curling moments, I feel warmth and pleasure spread around me. My breath escapes me as I eventually turn into putty.

When he finally pulls away, I turn down to him as he slowly trails wet and hot kisses from my core all the way up my jaw. I take his cheeks in my hands when he kisses my lips. My own cheeks tingle when I see the sheen of my pleasures on his nose and chin. I bashfully swipe at it with my thumb, eager to retreat. And yet, he catches my hand, taking my thumb into his mouth, licking at my finger then pulling it away with a soft pop.

"Well done, my love," he says, smiling at me as he rolls on his side.

I knit my brows as he lies beside me, pulling me near him as he does so that we could face each other.

Dream notices my demeanor. He pushes my hair back, raising a brow, "did I not make you enjoy it?"

My lips part. My face begins to burn at the thought, "no. No I mean yes- I mean- I- I enjoyed it."

He nods, "I know."

I snort at his words, brows slightly tensing, lips pursing.

He smiles, shifting in his place so that he could lie on his chest. When he does so, he pushes me on my back and brings his mouth near one of my breasts. I gasp when he laps at it like a snack, while he massages the other with his hand. My hands dig into his hair, messing it up more than ever.

"Dream," I call.

He does not respond like I want him to and only closes his eyes.

I let out a soft grunt when he sucks at my flesh. I sigh, "Dream, wait."

He immediately halts, lifting his head up, releasing my breast from his mouth.

I lick my lips as I look down at him.

"What is it? Do you not like this?"

"No... I... what about you?"

He takes a moment to respond. He chuckles, pulling me closer to him, "sweet dear," he kisses my rib, "you need not worry about me."

"No, but-"

"I will claim your maidenhood in a moment."

... w... w- he said what?

He raises his brows along with the corners of his lips. A velvety chuckle escapes him, "is that not what you want?"

"..."

"Is it not I that you wish to lay claim to this tenderness within you, this tenderness that your humanity puts so much emphasis on?"

I suck in a deep breath and bite my lip tightly.

"Do you want me to have you now?"

"... yes."

He grins, tongue darting across his lips, "then I say, do not worry about me," he kisses my skin, "I know well enough what I want to do with you."

So for a few minutes, the Dream King keeps his attentions on my breasts. He pulls me closer to reciprocate the same treatment to the other after a while.

At one point, he brings his hands to my core again, making my body quiver against him.

When I begin to call out his name in the same dazed manner from a while ago, he lifts his head from by chest and kisses my lips, pulling away again to smile down at me, "you feel ready for me now, beloved."

I bite my lips in anticipation.

"Are you ready?" he asks with genuinity.

I nod, "yes."

He pushes himself up and begins to crawl on top of me. His hands parts my legs to make room for himself and I graciously open myself up for him.

I sigh when he presses against me, hands rearing me by my waist. Dream kisses my check, "yes. You're more than ready, aren't you?"

Our eyes lock. He looks at me in expectation. I nod my head again.

He wraps my legs around him as he slowly rocks into me, making me breathlessly moan beneath him.

He sighs, kissing my jaw, all the way down to my neck, sucking on my skin before iterating, "my soft lover, so ready for me."

"Somnia," I whisper, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He hisses when I meet the rolling of his hips with my own. He nips at my neck, "alright, my love. I would not dare deprive you any longer."

A chill runs down my spine when he lifts up and sinks down into me. The action draws out a prolonged cry from my lips. In response, he peppers my neck with kisses while adjusting atop my body.

"So good," I mumble, "so good inside me."

He groans at my words, hands gripping my hips as he slowly begins to push and pull himself into me, "yes, my precious. I'll make you feel good, even more than a while ago, even more than now."

I sigh as Dream kisses my neck, and gently grinds into me.

After a few moments, I tighten my legs around him and whine, "more please. I want to feel you more."

He moans, immediately heeding my cries, hips bucking into me with more fervor, "in imperio tuo."

On your command.

He kisses my lips, repeating, "on your command, beloved, a slave to your command."

My voice hikes up and loudens when his pace grows quicker. I heave in an attempt to even my breathing. My fingers tangling back into his hair for the nth time.

"My sweetness," he says in between thrusts, "such sweet sounds," he moans, "and all for me."

I moan, calling out his name on instinct.

He hums, kissing my cheek, "better now? Isn't it better?"

"Yes, yes, oh, my lord, yes," I whine, "so much better."

He goes wild with the praise. He drinks it up like cool water on a scorching day. He growls as he finds a delicious tempo, quick and full, snapping in and out of me like it was his purpose.

I begin to recite all the Latin praises I could think of.

When I slowly spiral in my pleasure, I call out his name, and when I hardly find it in myself to speak, I bite into him, gnawing at his flesh like it was my deliverance, not thinking about its consequences, not thinking about how it would feel for anyone but me.

He hisses, pushing deeper into me, poking a nerve in my being that breaks my mind, that renders me boneless beneath him.

All at once, my sweet words are morphed into obscenities. All of the praises in my body are burned into oohs and aahs and throaty cries that I never thought myself of producing.

Dream eats it up like candy, taking in my lips with his, making our pants mix into further lascivious noises.

At one point, I am numb to everything but him. At one point, I was at the fullness of his mercy. He could crush me and spit on my bones and I'd thank him. But he does not do this, he does not desecrate my form, he does not disregard my being. Instead he dives into me with adoration, he treats me with divine regard, he stretches me out with care.

I make no other sound than ones of pure enjoyment as the king begins to shift my legs.

I submit to him, to whatever he wants to do with me, and soon, he pushes my knees to my chest and brings my legs to his shoulders.

Now, I was lost to everything save the tension in my core. After adjusting himself against me, breaking into my being as if intent on binding our forms together, I scream out and thrash my hands helplessly at anything, everything I could get my hands on.

When he calls out my name and praises my body, I'm a goner. The Lady be damned. In this moment there was only one, there was only him, the Dream King. Just him, him, him.

And so I scream it out, I scream out his name as my body crumbles against him. I flutter and crash. I tense and release. I was delivered.

He calls out my name in response. He calls out my name and does not dare relent his motions. Next thing I know, I'm shaking all over again with a vengeance as he spills into me, hot, sharp, and blinding.

Somnia pushes my legs apart, though his movements do not at all slow. He digs into me with his heels and pushes his chest flush into mine, cradling me against him, as if he was scared I'd disappear.

Then slowly, slowly, slowly, he allows his pace to relent. Gently, gently, gently, he kisses me and finally gives me a chance to catch my breath, to feel myself on him, to savor this utter bliss between us.

I mumble nothings as I trap him with my limbs. I pull him into me tightly, not wanting him to leave, only wishing that he'd keep me here like this forever.

And then the wildness fades.

In the aftermath of it all, the sounds of strangled breathing persists. Grunts and mewls catch up with us as well, as we both eventually soften against each other's beings.

I let out taut panting sounds against his ear before I nip at his lobe.

I squeal when he laughs, my body was oversensitive to the vibrating of his chuckle.

He stops himself and offers a kiss on my cheek, "my sweet darling."

I close my eyes, allowing myself to savor his scent, his feel, his taste.

Dream continues my neck again, lathering me with more affection, "have I made it up to you yet?"

I nibble at my lip as I nod. He smiles in return.

"I think... you may have ruined every other man for me."

He tenses. I feel him tense above me real time. He pulls his head back, looking down at me so suddenly with a fury, "you dare mean to say you expected to have another besides me after all of this?"

"Well, I-" I wail, body jolting sharply when he ruts into me in offence over my words.

"This," he hisses, "this is more than mockery. This is treachery, this is treason!"

I let out shaky sounds and piercing shrieks when he does not relent.

He only halts when tears begin to lace the corners of my eyes, after I practically call out his name in a plea for my life.

He ends his retaliations with a huff, nostrils flaring, hand grabbing my jaw, "look at me, little one."

I screw my eyes shut. There is a dread that builds in my belly.

"Must I repeat my punishment to have you look?"

I blink back the tears from my eyes as I turn to him. I let out a weak sigh at the sight of him.

"You shall have to make it up to me for that."

I pant at the rigidness of his expression.

"Do you understand me?"

I huff, nodding my head.

"I asked-"

I squeak again when he thrusts.

"-if I am understood."

"Yes, my king."

He hums, or rather, he bellows, "very good then."

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starry-nights-garden · 9 months

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Xdinary Heroes Reaction ✧ Asking them to teach you how to kiss

✧ Xdinary Heroes all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff, reaction, implied friends to lovers ✧ warnings: none

Gunil:

when you bring it up to him he’s seriously surprised at the question

“You mean… like… from scratch??”

what else would you mean??

“You haven’t had your first kiss yet???” - goes on to rant about how gorgeous you are and how he can’t believe nobody has ever wanted to kiss you ??? (which may or may not make you blush)

eventually he’ll get serious

insists that he has to “set the mood” so he turns off all lights and places a candle between you two instead

turns on a playlist with cheesy romantic songs on it and well, now you’re starting to feel the pressure jxbxjx

as he notices you getting nervous, he takes your hands into his to give them an encouraging squeeze

tells you to simply close your eyes and to trust him - and you do as he said, but the shaky breath he lets out as he’s drawing closer does nothing to calm you down

that’s until he presses his lips against yours and you suddenly feel yourself relax

butterflies start running wild in your stomach as he brushes his lips against yours, kissing you properly, and now neither of you wants to pull back

when you eventually run out of air and are forced to part, you don’t know what to say

all you can focus on is the blush on Gunil’s face, and your own fast beating heart

Jungsu:

has an internal crisis as soon as you manage to gather the courage to ask him to teach you how to kiss

because on one hand he always wants to be there to help out a friend!!!

but on the other it’s against his principles to step over that kind of line with a person he’s not dating (even when he may or may not have a crush on said person…)

doesn’t know what to say so his mind leaves his body for a hot sec and he agrees without thinking

panics internally the moment he realizes what he just said, but when he sees how thankful and happy you are about it, he feels he just has to go through with it now

blushes so hard when you expectantly close your eyes as he leans in, and nopes out just when your lips are about to touch

apologizes frantically and prays you’re not upset, and somehow this situation is turning into a confession

“I’m so sorry… I don’t think I can do it… not when I like you so much and I don’t even know if you like me back…”

you chuckle at him now, because deep inside you kinda knew he had feelings for you, and suddenly you have the courage to simply go for it and kiss him

you smile into the kiss as you feel him moving his lips against yours carefully

it doesn’t take long for him to wrap his arms around you to feel you even closer to him, warmth washing over both of you as you continue kissing

Gaon:

gets super awkward in an instant after hearing your question

“You want me to what??”

you repeat that you want him to teach you how to kiss, and when he still looks at you in disbelief you start teasing him instead, assuming he hasn’t kissed anyone yet either

Jiseok immediately tells you you’re wrong, insisting he actually has tons of experience!!!

(((the “tons of experience” being that one time he had to kiss a girl as a dare back in kindergarten and then proceeded to rinse his mouth like ten times because “ew, a girl”)))

he still tries (and fails) to play it cool, leaning against the nearest wall while being absolutely awkward

but he agrees anyway, because there’s no way he could admit to you that you two are in the same position here now jdhdjjddj

and it’s not like you don’t notice that something’s off about him, so you decide to fuck with him a little bit :’)

you tell him to just stay where he is, and as soon as you walk over to him in order to grab his face with both your hands, his eyes grow wide

you press a clumsy kiss onto his lips that’s over in a second, and when you part he’s still staring at you in shock

you’re about to tell him how it wasn’t so scary after all and thank him, when suddenly he charges forward

smashes his lips against yours for a proper kiss, half lidded eyes not leaving your face when he pulls away

both surprised by what just happened, you just stand there staring at each other for a few moments, until your eyes find his lips again, and you wordlessly agree that you could simply practice kissing some more…

O.de:

he’s a little surprised when one day you’re alone with him and you start stuttering about first kisses and eventually manage to tell him you haven’t had yours yet

isn’t sure why you’re telling him this out of the blue, until you try and fail to say the question in your head out loud

that’s when it suddenly clicks

“Don’t tell me… you’re about to ask me to teach you?”

he’s grinning now - not because he’s trying to make fun of you, but because the implications sound tempting to him

you admit it eventually, and he’s quick to pull you close to him by your waist, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers, flustering you in the process

“Step one… make the other person’s heart race,” he explains, while you’re wondering what you’ve gotten yourself into here

“Step two…” - he leans in but stops just before your lips can touch - “tease them a bit. And step three…”

just when you expect him to close the distance between your lips, he pulls back, telling you that now would be the time to kiss the other person ?????

with a fast beating heart you attempt to complain to him

“It’s not that hard! You’ll figure it out once the time comes.” - he tries to reassure you but fails horribly

until eventually you manage to yell at him to just kiss you hshdjdjd

and well, though he is a bit taken aback by your words, he wouldn’t let the chance slip away

and so he draws near again, and this time without any intent of teasing you, he presses his lips against yours

Junhan:

very supportive as you tell him that you haven’t had your first kiss yet and you feel sad about that

will try to cheer you up, telling you that it’s not a big deal at all etcetc

but you insist, eventually confessing that you’ve been thinking maybe he could teach you how to kiss so you would gain some confidence about it!!

and that’s when goes ????

“What???” - he needs a moment for it to sink in

and then he lowkey panics

“Well, I haven’t had my first kiss yet either, so I wouldn’t know!!!”

his ears are beet red, but he somehow manages to mostly stay calm on the outside

laughs it off awkwardly and attempts to change the topic

but when you remark that you shouldn’t have asked and it was a stupid idea, he feels the need to comfort you

sighs and then turns to face you

“Fine, let’s do it. It’s just a kiss anyway."

you both lean in to meet in the middle, sharing a quick peck that lasts maybe half a second

and even though it was almost as if you hadn’t kissed at all, Hyeongjun turns away immediately, in a futile attempt to hide his blush

and he’s not the only one whose heart is suddenly racing now…

Jooyeon:

simply laughs at you when he hears you ask such a ridiculous question

"Go do that with your boyfriend!”

well you would, if you had one!!!

so you keep stammering about, trying to convey to him that you’re 100% serious about your request

and well, now it’s starting to dawn on him too that you mean it

instinctively moves a few steps away from you, waving his hands in front of his body and shaking his head

“I can’t do that! We’re friends, I can’t take your first kiss away!”

he’s clearly panicking, and maybe now you’re starting to think that asking him wasn’t such a good idea

and just when you tell him to forget about it, he seems to change his mind

“Actually… if you really want to… I can do it…”

calms himself down surprisingly fast and makes sure to go slow as he approaches you and cups your cheek with his hand

asks if you’re ready, and when you nod, he presses a simple but soft kiss onto your lips

to his surprise, you kiss him back when he tries to pull away

he wouldn’t even think about questioning your reaction anymore, because telling from the way you soon have your arms wrapped around each other, not wanting to part, he knows he’s not the only one who feels that this is just right

“See? It’s not that hard…” - mutters these words to you in between kisses, as you’re somehow starting to make out…

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slytherinshua · 19 days

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genre. fluff. highschool au. warnings. kangmin is whipped and in love he's so loser coded lil baby :( and he gets extremely shy. mention that reader wears lip gloss. pairing. kangmin x fem!reader. wc. 523. request. no. a/n. totally didn't write this just for @heavenfilm to see her die noooo def not 🤷‍♀️ i would never do smth like that 🧐 enjoy ur loser kangmin <333

Kangmin was quite sure his heart had just fallen out of his chest as he stood on the sidewalk, shoes glued to the pavement, mouth open ajar in shock. He had been walking you home after the soccer team practice ended which was already a hard enough task. Whenever he was around you, especially alone, his heart would thump rapidly in his chest and his breath would hitch just from the close contact. His massive crush on you did him no favours— he was a complete and under mess as soon as you so much as glanced at him.

He had tried to work on it, maybe even gather enough courage to confess his feelings to you with the help of Dongheon and Gyehyeon. But their advice made no sense, and they always seemed to contradict each other. Dongheon swore that he had to just take the shot and ask you out immediately, while Gyehyeon was convinced that he needed to drop subtle hints otherwise you would feel that it was too sudden.

In the end, Kangmin wasn’t able to do either.

He felt like such a loser, unable to even form words if you looked at him for too long. God forbid you smiled at him; he needed a good 10 minutes to recover from that. He was so incredibly whipped for you that he didn’t even mind the constant teasing from his friends about how lovesick he was. It was the truth, after all.

Everything had been going smoothly, and Kangmin was even proud of himself for being able to hold a smooth conversation with you on the walk home. Your laughter and smiles still made butterflies swarm in his stomach, but he didn’t let them distract him too much. He was confident that maybe he was even building up the courage to ask you out. That was, until you turned onto your street.

It was the last thing Kangmin could have ever expected— that instead of saying goodbye and going into your house like normal, you decided to bid him farewell in a different way.

A kiss. To his cheek.

You disappeared behind your front door before Kangmin even had time to process what had happened. The only thing his brain could do was replay what had just happened again and again. You turned around, smiled, and he was so sure you were about to say goodbye like usual, but instead you were stepping closer to him and going up on your tip-toes. And then your lips reached his cheek.

Your soft lips on his cheek.

If any of Kangmin’s friends saw him right now, they would be able to tease him for the rest of his life from just how red his face was. He tentatively touched his cheek right where you had kissed, as if to see if it had really happened or if he was just dreaming. It definitely was real, because he could feel the slight stain of your lip gloss; and that made it 100 times worse.

Kangmin was pretty sure it would take a little longer than just 10 minutes to recover from this.

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callsign-phoenix · 2 years

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I wrote this for a lovely anon, I hope you like it!

It is a Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x female!reader imagine.

Warnings: cursing, this fic is racially and body type inclusive despite the moodboard suggesting otherwise

“Penny, her drinks are on me.” Hangman said to the bartender once you approached the bar to order a beer.

You raised an eyebrow at the aviator as you shook your head in amused annoyance.

From the moment you had started flight school together he had tried different techniques to get you to go out with him, with no success.

He tried aggressive flirting, acts of service, unusual kindness and this, buying drinks for you.

You didn’t mind that he bought you drinks, it was nice that you didn’t have to pay, but it didn’t give you a reason to go out with him, and he knew that.

Nevertheless he bought you drinks, and you didn’t care how he felt about it.

You were known to be pretty much untouchable, there was no man or woman amongst your coworkers that you cared enough about to get into a relationship.

You just didn’t care too much about social interactions and you didn’t want to be modest, so you were pretty unapologetic towards your coworkers.

The only person you actually liked to be around was Phoenix, who also regularly convinced you to go out with her to social gatherings such as this one.

You had occasionally seen Bob around but when Phoenix asked you to meet her at the bar when you were called back to Top Gun you felt like it was a good time to talk to him.

He was seated on a stool in the corner of bar by the pool table, where everyone else was gathering.

You walked towards him, stopping by his side and turning to look at the other aviators just like he was.

You shared a moment of silent acknowledgment before you spoke up.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” You asked him, feeling his eyes on you before you looked back at Bob.

His eyes were wide at the fact that you had approached him, everyone knew you didn’t address others.

“I… I… some… some would say you don’t either?” He managed to press out, and the way he was fighting for composure brought a smile to your face.

“Well Phoenix would beg to differ,” you smiled at him, and he smiled back, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

You didn’t feel everyone’s eyes on you as you talked to Bob, the conversation flowing easily and the two of you exchanging numbers at the end of the night.

You didn’t know that you could actually enjoy talking to others that much, and you stayed closer to Bob during training and briefings as well.

You flew a single seater and you worked well with Phoenix and Bob as wingmen.

Natasha was your wingwoman in more ways than one.

It took you weeks until you found the courage to confess your feelings to her.

You were getting your third beer of the evening when you finally opened up to her.

She was just talking about Bob when you interrupted her.

“Talking about your backseater,” you began but gulped down your nervousness before you could continue the sentence.

“I think I might have a problem,” you let out with a sigh, but Natasha smiled at you widely.

“Oh my god, I’m so happy for you,” she grinned as she reached out to take your hand, squeezing it gently on the table.

You looked dumbfounded as you stared back at her.

“How is that supposed to be a good thing?” You asked her, eyebrows raised and a solemn expression on your face.

Phoenix had none of it, not letting your anger and confusion deter her.

“Bob likes you too, it’s obvious. He can’t look at you without starting to smile, he talks about you non-stop, I’m telling you he likes you back!” She exclaimed, and you asked her to lower her voice.

She was still smiling at you, but this time more gently as she ran a thumb over the back of your hand.

“Bob won’t be able to say anything, you know how shy he is, but if you tell him how you feel I guarantee you’d be the cutest couple at base,” she said, her happiness not once faltering.

It took Phoenix a while before she could convince you to go through with it.

You weren’t close with many people so you didn’t like the risk a possible rejection brought to your friendship with Bob and your relationship as coworkers.

The more time you spent with Bob though the more you felt the need to tell him how you felt.

He was kind and caring, funny and considerate, there was not a day that went by in which you didn’t want to lean over to kiss him.

You were nervous when you made your way towards Bob after physical fitness.

You watched the others leave the gym, which left you alone with Bob who was busy putting away the weights he had used before.

“Hey Bob, could I talk to you?” You asked and you watched as he froze with his back in front of you before turning around to face you.

You loved the short he wore that was baggier than it needed to be and the short that fit him very well.

“Yes of course, what can I do for you?” He asked back, his breath either short from the workout or because you were near.

The way his eyelids fluttered when you stepped a little closer made your stomach turn in anticipation and anxiety.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me. On a date,” you asked, and his cheeks and ears turned pink.

Bob and you had a wonderful time together on your first date, and you were both convinced that being in a relationship was the best thing that ever happened to you.

You took a few days for yourselves before you decided to go public.

You were never one to smile out of nowhere, but over the course of the weeks you had gotten to know Bob you had started smiling more often at things he did.

Everyone was absolutely astounded however when Bob and you entered the briefing room together, a smile playing around both your lips and your hand clasped in his.

“Fuck me sideways,” Hangman exclaimed in shock as he saw the two of you together, studying the way Bob gave you an encouraging smile and brushed his thumb over the back of your hand to evaporate your anxiety.

When Natasha looked at Hangman a devilish smile danced around her lips, but you were too busy with Bob to notice it.

“Him? Seriously? You couldn’t have made a more boring choice!” He exclaimed, but felt the need to defend himself.

“What? Glasses over there gives the biggest ‘family of four in the suburbs’ vibes,” he said, but against all odds it made you laugh.

“Why would you think I wouldn’t like that?” You asked back, and Hangman’s mouth fell open slightly.

You smiled at him before turning to face Bob, pulling him towards you and giving him a kiss that purposely wasn’t kept PG.

“I don’t need to justify my decisions, but with Bob I’ll let you know that he’s more adventurous than he leads on,” you added, earning curses and a few choking sounds in reply.

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faerietells · 1 year

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Part 3: Moonlight and Confession (Cael) (FINAL)

So, your friend is a dragon. Right. This is almost too insane for you to believe, but it is the truth and you’re pretty sure you didn’t just dream about it. No, actually you almost believed that it was only a dream until you realized that Cael didn’t show up to your bakery at all today, not even to say hi. Only after that did you finally accept that what you’ve witnessed yesterday was, in fact, real and now you feel extremely guilty for walking away when he finally found the courage to tell you the truth.

You can’t even begin to imagine to be in his shoes and you definitely don’t blame him for not telling you this earlier. After all, how could he know whether it’s safe to tell you or not? As much as dragons are beloved in this community, you’re not foolish enough to assume it’s like that everywhere else. You wouldn’t even be surprised if he’d tell you that he’d encountered some unpleasant people or even had awful experience with people who hunt dragons to get fame and riches. People could be horrible, and you just wish you had better reaction to his confession.

A heavy sigh left your mouth. No use regretting that now. What’s done is done and you can only hope that it’s not too late to apologize and tell him what you really think of him before he convinced himself that you don’t wish to be his friend anymore. It’s unfair to make him wait in anxiety and although you still have some unanswered questions, you decided that you’d rather figure things out with him rather than doing so separately even if just to avoid any misunderstanding. That’s why you made your way to his house as soon as the bakery’s closed and now you’re just standing in front of his place, trying to figure out how to start the conversation without being awkward.

“Oh, (name)!” Mrs. Edith, the sweet tabaxi lady that lives next to Cael, greets you with a kind smile on her face, unwittingly startling you since you were lost in your own thoughts. As always, despite being old and not as agile as she did back then, she barely made any sound as she walks toward you. You wish you could say that this is the first time she’d caught you off guard, but you’d be lying if you did. “Did you come to fetch Cael to go to the festival?” she asked, seemingly unaware that she’d accidentally startled you.

“Not really. I just thought I should visit him after work,” you told her vaguely, avoiding giving too many details so she wouldn’t think anything’s off.

“Is that so?” she hummed softly, the corners of her mouth curled into a concerned frown. “Ah, now that I think of it, I don’t think I’ve seen Cael at all today. Is he well?”

That earned her a confused look from you. That’s odd, he doesn’t usually stay inside all day. But then again after what happened yesterday you can’t really blame him for not feeling like going outside. Maybe he’s just feeling down and wanted some time to gather his thoughts like you did today, but you can’t really be sure until you have the chance to talk to him.

“I’m not really sure, he didn’t visit the bakery either,” you answered honestly, hoping that she might have some insight to offer. She nods with this deeply concerned look on her face.

“I did think it was strange I didn’t hear him coming home at all yesterday… Did you two have a fight?”

He didn’t come home? Now that’s deeply concerning. This had never happened before and you could feel panic slowly rising in your stomach as your mind began to think of the worst. “Not really. It’s just… it’s complicated,” you answered, grimacing at yourself as you can’t give her a clear answer. “Did he really not come home?”

“If he did, I didn’t hear him at all. I think you should still check, though,” she suggested.

You nodded as you turn your attention back to his house. Did he really not come home? As you approached his front door, you could feel anxiety bubbling in your stomach while you try to think what to say to him if he ends up being home. It feels… odd. When was the last time you feel this nervous to talk to him?

After brief hesitation, you finally knocked on his door, deciding that it’s best to just get this over with. Few seconds passed and there was no response from the other side of the door. Still, you waited patiently, just in case he is inside. Slowly, seconds turned into minutes and still, you didn’t hear anything from inside, causing you to frown in both anxiety and deep concern. Glancing at Mrs. Edith, it seems like she doesn’t hear anything either as she’s just looking at the door with the same look of visible concern on her face. You decided to knock again, this time a little bit louder just in case he didn’t hear it. Again, nothing. A soft sigh left your mouth. Maybe he’s really not home, after all.

“Do you know where else can you find him?” Mrs. Edith asked, no longer able to hide how worried she truly is.

You thought about it. He wasn’t at your bakery or his house, so there are only two other places he might be at and it’s either the flower field or beyond the fence where you left him the last time you two met. Other than that, as much as you don’t want to think or even consider the possibility of it, there’s also a very real chance that he’d flown away somewhere and if that’s the case then you’d have no choice but to hope that he’d return. Still, you wouldn’t know unless you check both places so that’s what you’re going to do now.

“I think I know where to check but if he’s not there then I guess we’ll just have to wait,” you tell her. You don’t want to sound overly positive just in case he did leave and takes his time to come back— if he ever does, that is. Honestly, you don’t even want to think about it right now as the thought only made you feel worse than you already do.

“Alright, then. I hope you’d find him safe and well.”

You gave her a halfhearted smile before you leave as you felt that tinge of guilt in your chest again. You need to find him, preferably as soon as possible lest you’d go mad from both guilt and the possibility that you might’ve ruined your relationship with him. How foolish you were to care more about the future of your relationship with him than the one you two currently have. What would I do if he left because I walked away when he decided to be honest and vulnerable with me? The thought haunts you like nothing else and all you could do is pick up your pace, hoping you’re not too late to fix this situation somehow.

Gods, please don’t let it be too late.

Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t find Cael in the flower field and he’s clearly not hanging around near the fence since he didn’t show up even after you called out for him multiple times and waited there for almost thirty minutes. Normally, you would’ve just said “oh well” and decided to head back and hoped for the best but this time you feel way too desperate and guilty to just give it up that quickly. Any sane thoughts you had already flew out of the window as you paced by the fence, trying to figure out how to safely climb it without accidentally hurting yourself with the jagged edges. Perhaps you should go home to get a blanket or use your cloak to cover the fence before you climb it? You’re not sure if that’d work, but you’re seriously considering it just in case Cael is indeed in the other side of the woods right now. However, just before you could take off your cloak, the sound of flapping wings from above you caught your attention. You don’t think you’ve ever looked up so quick before— you don’t even care that you feel a bit dizzy when you see the huge dragon flying above you.

Now, you’re not sure if it’s Cael. After all, it was rather dark when you saw his dragon form the other day and you’re not even sure what was the color of his scales were due to the poor lighting, but this one has pretty greyish white scales. It has more or less the same color on the leather of its wings, except the pale color fades into this soft reddish orange hue that reminds you of the color of sunset. It’s a beautiful dragon, although you wish you could get a better look at its head and face since those are the only parts of Cael’s dragon form you could absolutely recognize.

“Cael??” you decided to call out loudly, hoping it’d be able to hear you if it is indeed him. You waited in suspense, looking for any indication that it’d heard you but it doesn’t respond. Indeed, it seems to be absolutely unaware of your presence and continues to be on its way, so you decided to call out again, this time with your hands on the sides of your mouth in attempt to make your voice louder. “Cael!! Is that you?!”

The dragon finally halted, almost seemed startled before it turns its head slightly toward you as it’s flying in place. Thanks to the remaining light from the setting sun, you could somewhat see his face and from where you’re standing, you’re almost certain that’s Cael. He didn’t make any move to fly closer to you, though, he stays there as if in disbelief of what he’s seeing so you decided to call out for him again.

“Cael!! Get down here, we need to talk!” you shouted, loud enough that your voice almost echoed through the woods. The dragon— Cael, presumably— seemed to be hesitant to fly down but after few seconds of watching you staring at him expectantly, he decided to fly toward you before he carefully descends to the ground, all while still maintaining a safe distance between the two of you. Still, even with the distance between the two of you, you could see him clearly now and you’re absolutely certain that this dragon is indeed your best friend.

“Hello…” he said awkwardly, strangely adorable despite his intimidating size and appearance. Yep, that’s Cael, alright. You can’t help but feel relieved as you realized that you’re not too late.

“Were you going to the mountains?” you asked curiously, since he seemed to be heading that way before you called for him.

“Yes. I… have a nest there.”

Oh. It seems what people were saying about dragons living in the mountains were true, then, although you don’t know if there are other dragons in this area besides your beloved friend. Also, he has a nest? That’s interesting. Maybe you should ask him to show it to you after you somehow fix this mess.

“So, I’m assuming you stayed there yesterday?”

“I did. I was… I didn’t know what to make of your reaction so I thought it’d be better if I stay out of the town for a bit until you make a decision since I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable,” he replied, shifting on his feet nervously. You nodded, trying your best not to wince. If there were awards for the worst friend of the century, perhaps you’d win them for this blunder alone. “So… what did you want to talk about?”

“First of all, I want to apologize,” you sincerely said with clear remorse in your voice. “You trusted me enough to tell me the truth and in response I left without giving you a chance to talk further about it. That was unkind of me, and for that I want to tell you that I’m sorry.”

He was silent, stunned by your apology. He was expecting something else as he had thought of the worst during his time alone so this completely caught him off guard. A soft whimper left his mouth when he tried to reply, words failed him as his emotions got the better of him. Seeing this makes your heart ache— you didn’t think it was possible to want to strangle yourself so badly but here you are. Still, you don’t want to push him to respond while he’s clearly also a mess emotionally, so you waited patiently until he gains his composure.

“You didn’t have to apologize. I know it was… a lot to take in,” he exhaled shakily as he tries to keep his voice from breaking. “It’d be strange if you didn’t freak out, honestly.”

“Still, I could’ve just stayed and talked about it with you. I was too occupied with my own thoughts that I didn’t even think for a second how you must’ve felt. Even if it was normal, it still must’ve hurt you,” you insisted as you take few steps forward toward him to show him that he doesn’t scare you. You noticed how he seemed to almost take a step back but restrained himself from doing that, allowing you to get closer to him with this tender look in his eyes that made him seem vulnerable.

“I thought I’d scared you off. I thought— I thought I’d lose you,” he confessed, the way his voice shakes slightly at the end breaks your heart and stops you at your track as your guilt grew even stronger, gnawing at you like a starved wolf. If only you could go back in time, you would’ve tried to fight your past self and smack some sense into her. You’d claimed that you’re in love with him, and yet when he showed his true self in front of you, you left? Some love that is.

“Don’t do that,” he chided gently, taking you out from your self-loathing thoughts with his voice alone. “I know that look. I didn’t tell you that so you could blame yourself, I told you because I’m relieved that wasn’t the case. Truly, you have no idea how relieved and delighted I am right now that I’m almost afraid that this might just be a dream.”

You shake your head before you took another stride to close the gap between the two of you. Gently, you put your hand on the side of his face— his scales feel warm and smooth under your palm, and you can feel him shiver slightly against your touch before he seemed completely relaxed. “You feel that, right? This isn’t a dream,” you reassured him, your heart melting as he leaned into your touch with a content huff.

“Well, if it is, I don’t wish to ever wake up.”

You laughed, agreeing silently. Although you still need to adjust a bit to this version of Cael, you find this moment of vulnerability between the two of you incredibly precious. With a soft sigh, you removed your hand from Cael’s face just to wrap your arms around his thick neck with your cheek against his throat, the corners of your mouth curled into a relieved smile as you feel him gingerly put his hand on your back, careful not to accidentally hurt you with his sharp claws. Even without words, he could feel your regrets and how much you care for him with this gesture alone; the closeness was enough to tell him that you don’t think of him differently even now. The two of you stayed like that for a while— if anything, you hugged him tighter as if he’d fly away if you let go.

After the two of you calmed down, Cael decided to take you to your favorite flower field, allowing you to climb onto his back and flew carefully to ensure that you wouldn’t lose your grip and fall off. It strangely felt nice— you had assumed that dragon's back would be uncomfortable to sit on but the warmth of his body combined with the cold evening air felt so comfortable you’d wished you could stay there forever, and that’s not even mentioning the breathtaking view you’d witnessed from flying so high in the sky. It’s already dark out when the two of you finally reached the flower field, but despite that, you find yourself still loving the view. The moonlight and fireflies really made the flower field looks otherworldly; it almost feels like you’re in a whole new place. You let out a content hum as you sat on the grass and lean against Cael, enjoying the warmth of his scales against your skin.

“I wish you’d told me sooner about this so you could be my personal heater when it’s winter,” you tell him jokingly, the smile on your face grew bigger as you heard him laugh.

“I mean I can still do that when I’m in my human form,” he offered.

He’s right, of course. Even in his human form, he had such warm hands and body temperature, although it’s nowhere as warm as his entire body as a dragon. Then again, if he had the same temperature, you would’ve been very concerned back then.

“You know what, I might take you up on that,” you said as you craned your neck so you could look up at him. He looks so serene and content, like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he genuinely enjoys this moment with you. It warms your heart to see him like this, but a question still bugs you. Is this the perfect time to ask? “Hey, Cael?”

“Hmm?”

“So… you’re a dragon…”

He laughed again. “Yes? I thought we’ve made that pretty clear.”

“No, no, hear me out first,” you said, earning a curious look from him. “I mean, you’re quite popular. Even when you helped out the other day, your presence alone brought in so many customers to the bakery so clearly you have plenty admirers. So, uh, I guess I’m trying to ask what are your thoughts about being in a romantic relationship with a human?”

You had to look away after you asked that question as you feel as though he’d be able to read through you if he sees your face right now and you can only hope that he wouldn’t be able to feel how hard your heart is beating. In attempt to look unbothered, you start to play with your hair, twirling it between your fingers as you wait for his answer. He was silent for a while and to your surprise, he turned his head toward you, wanting to get a good look at you which only made your face burn even more from embarrassment. You’d expected him to tease you over that now that he’s seen how shy and nervous you are, but instead he seems taken aback. Flustered, even.

“I… um,” he cleared his throat nervously. “Can I borrow your cloak?”

“My cloak?”

“Yes, I want to turn into a… more human form, I guess. Just so we can see eye to eye without me having to hurt my neck.” You let out a huff of feigned annoyance at the teasing tone he has at the end of his sentence before you untie the strings of your cloak and hand it to him. Of course he wouldn’t miss a chance to call you short when he’s literally as tall as probably a mage’s tower right now. “Thanks,” he said, flashing you a grin before you turn your head away to give him privacy since he’d implied he’d be naked. It makes sense, you suppose, after all he has no clothes on him now so why would he suddenly have clothes on him in his other forms?

The transformation didn’t take long. A minute hadn’t even passed when he put his hand on your shoulder to get your attention after he wrapped the cloak around himself and tied the strings to make sure it wouldn’t fall off. Turning your head to see him, you realized he’s in a semi human form as he still has some draconic features on him, such as his horns, eyes, and tail. He even still has noticeable scales on some parts of his face and body, and not only that, but you can also clearly see how some of his teeth still look really sharp when he gave you a nervous grin.

“Now we can talk properly,” he said as he sat down next to you, his cheeks slightly flushed as you give him your full attention. “So, you were asking me my thoughts about romantic relationship with a human?”

“Yes. What are your thoughts?”

“Hmm. If I’m being honest with you, I never really thought much of it before this. It’s not unheard of, I’ve heard stories about dragons that fell in love and pursued a relationship with a human and I usually just thought good for them, you know?” he sighed as he looks at the sky with this thoughtful look on his face. “Then I experienced it myself and I had no idea what to think or do.”

“Oh?” That definitely piqued your interest. You’ve known that he has harbored feelings for someone for quite a while, but you absolutely have no idea who it is. It was always “you’d see” or “wouldn’t you like to know” when you asked him about his crush but until this day, you still don’t know who’s the lucky person that had caught his attention. You’ve tried to prepare yourself for this day, you really did, yet somehow just the thought of him saying another woman’s name with that adoration in his eyes left bitter taste in your mouth.

He chuckled softly before a longing sigh left his mouth. “You’ve been asking me about this so I know you’ve figured that someone got my attention. She’s a wonderful woman. I guess she could be a bit mischievous sometimes, but she’s kind, caring and funny. She’s also beautiful, frustratingly so that I could barely think clearly whenever she’s around.”

Now you’re a bit glad he never really discussed this with you before because it’s really hard not to see how much he adores this woman. This is not just simple infatuation, he’s clearly in love and you can’t help but feel painfully jealous toward this mysterious woman. Is it one of his regular clients? One of your shared acquaintances perhaps?

“Since you said you didn’t know what to do, I’m assuming you haven’t told her about your feelings?” you asked, to which he nodded in response. “Why haven’t you?”

“I thought just being her friend was enough. I mean, I originally wanted to live among people because I wish to learn more about the world and be an artist so romance wasn’t at the top of my priority. But…”

“It’s hard to forget her?” He nodded. “That’s how being in love is, I guess. Are you ever going to tell her how you feel?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes I wanted to just be a fool and risk it all but… I don’t know if the risk is worth it.”

You frowned. Risk? What, is he in love with a dragon hunter or something? “What do you mean? What risk?”

He turned his head to you before he gently took your hand in his, swallowing thickly as you gave him your full attention. You could easily tell just how nervous he is from the look in his eyes alone that you decided to scoot closer to him in attempt to give him some comfort and encouragement. He could barely meet your gaze; his hand gave yours a slight squeeze to ease his anxiety. You said nothing, though, you could tell he’s preparing himself to answer your question. A part of you begins to hope— hoping that you were right whenever you thought he might reciprocate your feelings. Subconsciously, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze too, the suspense made you feel both excited and immensely nervous.

“I—” he hesitated, only to shake his head slightly as if to say “fuck it” before he decided to blurt out what’s been plaguing his mind for many years now. It’s now or never, he told himself as he put your hand against his chest, allowing you to feel his thundering heartbeat. “I don’t know where to start, but (name), it’s you. You’re the one that had been haunting my mind. I’d never wanted to risk our friendship and really, I thought I would’ve been satisfied to just be friends, but (name)… I can’t help it. As I got to know you, I began to like you and before I know it, I found myself falling for you more and more. I couldn’t stop it— I don’t know how to and I don’t know if I want to.”

You stared at him, completely stunned while he’s still rambling. Did he really just… confess his love to you? Is this a dream? You discreetly pinched yourself on the waist with your free hand, only to let out a soft gasp as you feel the sting from the pinch. This is definitely not a dream. As the realization dawns upon you, you nearly combust from joy and it took everything you had not to start screaming and jumping around in celebration. He’s in love with you? After you’ve yearned for him in secret for so long, it feels almost surreal that this is really happening. Had you known, you’d probably tried your luck a lot sooner but you’re still too overjoyed to care about the small details.

“I’m in love with you. I won’t deny it, but if it makes you uncomfortable or you do not reciprocate, I will never demand you to return my af—”

You grabbed his chin and pulled him into a kiss before he could finish his sentence, silencing him effectively. It was a quick, chaste kiss, but you still relished the feeling of his soft lips against yours— a feeling that you didn’t know you craved and now that you’ve felt it, you don’t think you’d ever get enough of it. He didn’t immediately return the kiss, completely stunned as his brain is slowly processing what’s happening. Is she…? Is this real? You could feel how his heart beats even faster against his chest as he finally realized that he’s not just imagining this, but by then you already decided to pull away. Both of your faces were as red as tomato by the end of it, his lips parted slightly as he looked at you with both delight and disbelief written all over his face.

“You’re not the only one feeling that way, I fear,” you confessed to answer his silent question, trying your best to keep your voice certain and firm to show how serious you are. The way his eyes lit up melts you internally and you nearly melt on the outside too when he gently caressed your cheek and tucked some stray strands of hair behind your ear.

“Then…” he paused, his eyes glancing at your lips before he looked back into your eyes. “Would I be too greedy if I were to ask for another kiss?”

“Do you really need to ask?” you retorted playfully, drawing a soft, bashful chuckle from him.

As he found nothing but adoration in your eyes, he gently drew you close by the waist, allowing you to melt against him when he finally captured your lips with his in a sweet kiss. When you entered the woods, you’d only wanted to make up with your best friend but you couldn’t possibly complain against this outcome. After years of keeping your feelings as a secret, you feel lighter and happier now that it’s all out in the open and he feels the same, having no more secrets to hide from you. Of course there are many things to discuss should you decide to get into a serious relationship with him, but what’s one more day compared to all those years of yearning?

A content sigh escaped your mouth when the two of you broke the kiss, neither of you can help but smile as your eyes met once again. After today, you’re pretty sure most of your friends and employees would tell you that they’ve told you so, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about it. And although you know you probably should bring him back home soon, that thought quickly vanished when he left soft kisses on the side of your face. Not only that, the realization that he’d have to shift into his actual human form when he returns home also dawns upon you and as much as you love his fully human form, you really can’t deny there’s something really attractive about how he looks now. He looks dangerous, yes, especially with how big he is and how sharp his teeth and claws seem, but that combined with how gentle he’s handling you? It almost drives you insane how sexy you find him right now. When else can you see him like this?

No, home definitely can wait. You can just make things up to tell Mrs. Edith later, but for now, you’d rather spend your night here with him in his arms.

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Prompt: 16. A Folly Holiday

Pairing: Student!Snape x Student!Reader (in a dress)

POV: Third, Snape

Setting: A Yule Ball, Hogwarts

A/N: I am exhausted. Tomorrow kicks off the first Christmas celebration and I have managed to write today's fic, tomorrow's fic AND half of Sunday's fic. My brain is fried, my fingers hurt and I want to take a nap even though it's almost 8pm 😂 Either way I hope you'll enjoy this fic as we are changing it up a little bit again with a young Snape this time around 🥰👏

Tags/TW’s: Confessions, Longing, Self-doubt,

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 1.9k+

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He was going to do it. If only he could find something to bloody wear! He dragged his hands through his hair, racking through his brain as he glared at his all-black and dark purple wardrobe. There was nothing in there appropriate for the Yule Ball — for getting you to finally notice him as something more.

It was his last chance perhaps, and he wished with all his heart he could just have plucked up the courage to ask you to the dance weeks ago but he never dared, not even when you studied with him or walked to class together while you talked his ear off about the whole ordeal.

There was only one set of attire left for him to wear, hidden away in his trunk. He’d never imagined he’d ever wear it when Lucius had gifted it to him. Then he had imagined himself dressed in it for the first ever date with you, that he never dared ask for.

After all, what would you think if the misfit with an abnormally large nose and usually greasy hair asked someone like you out on a date? Yet he had dreamt of it many times, wondering what it would feel like to be with you. It made his stomach clench with nervous knots. But I’m going to do it. Tomorrow I am going to go to that infernal ball even if I do not have a bloody date and I am going to ask you to dance with me. I really am going to do it. And then they’ll all laugh at me… Won’t they?

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His hands were shaking while adjusting the black bow tie around his neck. He could hear the chatter from the Great Hall but had yet to gather enough courage to go in, he’d be forced to soon or the doors would close and it would all start without him. He needed to sneak in undetected and hide away in the back until the dancing had started.

He smoothed his hands over the emerald green fabric of his tuxedo one more time and tugged on the lapels a bit even if they laid perfectly. Here goes, he thought and began to sneak towards the Great Hall.

Somehow he managed to get in undetected as everyone was busy looking at the spectacular decorations and the array of girls dressed up in beautiful dresses. Severus only had eyes for one girl though, dressed in a billowing purple dress with no other adornments — it took no focus away from your beautiful face but rather enhanced everything about you. He almost lost the capability of breathing when he spotted you in the middle of the crowd on Carmichael Vance’s arm, one of the popular boys with a charismatic smile and perfectly proportionate features only elevated further by his tanned skin and short, tightly curly hair.

You were smiling widely while he spoke with you and Severus could only watch, hidden at the edge of the room. That it hurt so badly within him to see you laugh and chat happily with the handsome boy he could do nothing about. Of course he’d ask you… The handsome Gryffindor boy going with the pretties, kindest… I had no chance at you anyway.

Headmaster Dumbledore stepped up on stage and spewed out some happy speech about friendship and ‘good fun’ while Severus focused only on the back of your head. His eyes never left you despite the growing sense of what a fool he was for dressing up, for coming to the ball, for daring to even think of asking you for a dance. He was most likely some charity case for you, because you’re too kind…

The music kicked off and the four leading couples, two students from each house mixed together, lead the first dance. You and Mr Vance were of course one of those couples and there was no denying the two of you danced splendidly together. Both of you from wealthier families, undoubtedly having been taught proper dance from a young age and so you appeared to easily fall into a steady pace with each other.

You were too beautiful while smiling widely, as you seemed to always do whenever he spotted you around the school. Less so when you’re with me…

He watched, from afar, while the dance floor filled with students of all ages — dancing, smiling, laughing people that he shared nothing with. So, as the music grew louder and the time ran forward he slowly removed himself, edging towards the doors while still watching you laugh and smile so brightly it nearly hurt his heart. You never smiled like that when you were with him. And he still did not understand why you sought him out for study hours, or late dinners.

“This was a stupid idea,” he whispered to himself as Mr Vance twirled you around. He turned his back on the Great Hall and the Christmas-like decorations all in silver and white while his shoulders slumped and he glanced down at the expensive clothes he’d adorned in some foolish hope he’d finally be brave enough to step up. That perhaps, with his hair washed and tied up in a ponytail with string — just a few errant strands framing his face — and the costly clothes he’d be something more worthy of your attention. That for one night he could have been someone else, anyone but the pour half-blood that had absolutely no business even looking in your direction.

The music faded as he stepped out on the courtyard, dragging out his winter cloak from the little bag with an undetectable extension charm to it tied to one of the belt loops of his pants. The wind was gentle but cold, the sparkling snow crunching beneath his shoes as he walked towards the bridge where he knew he’d be alone.

At least the other gits were too occupied with the ball to torment me. And, I got to see you dance… He sighed and stopped at the middle of the bridge, watching out from one of the many arches. He felt more alone in the world than ever before.

“Severus!” He jolted, the sound of your voice coming from far away. I’m delusional too. Fantastic.

But, the sound of thudding steps in a run reached him a second later. “Severus!” you called again and he turned to see a flurry of purple fabric moving towards him before his eyes got snagged by yours. “Y/n?” he asked, his breath fogging over and your smile shifted. The wide, sparkling smile that was beyond beaming turned small and your features turned more lax. “What are you doing out here?” “Nothing,” he said as you stopped right before him. Your cheeks were rosy, and your bared shoulders and arms were covered with goosebumps.

“Why did you leave?” you asked while reaching up to hug yourself. “Why would I not?” “I was waiting for you,” you said and he arched his brow at you, not knowing what to think of that. “Why didn’t you ask me to dance?” you continued and his cheeks heated. “Why would I? I wouldn’t want to ruin your night.” “Ruin my night?” “You looked happy, when you are with me you never smile like that so why would I—” “Are you a complete idiot or playing the fool?” you interrupted and he jolted at your harsh words spoken in a light voice.

You stepped closer, shivering and trembling in the cold and he could not stand it. “You’re freezing,” he muttered and removed his cloak only to drape it over your shoulders. “So warm,” you hummed and pulled it tighter, he could have sworn he heard you inhale a little bit deeper before sighing. He could not help but adore the view of you in his cloak. “But honestly, are you so dense?” you continued while looking up at him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “I even wore your colours,” you murmured, as if you were nervous and he couldn’t understand why your voice shifted in such a manner. “What do you mean, my colours?” “Well, look at me…”

He had done so all evening already so there really was no need but he did as you asked and looked you over while you held open the coat. “You’re very pretty,” he said. “But you always are.” “Ugh, Severus!” you said and stomped your foot while rolling your eyes. “What?” “You really are such a thick-head sometimes!”

He blanched at the comment, not the kind he usually got thrown at him. “With you, I don’t have to smile like that, there’s no need for me to pretend and be someone I’m not,” you said and his back straightened at the severity in your voice. “I don’t have to constantly laugh and smile, you know my cheeks hurt every evening from that!” “Y/n, what are you on about?” “Ugh, Severus! I like you! I don’t know how much clearer I can make it? I feel like a bloodhound! Always hunting you down, always forcing my company on you, always trying to talk to you and get you to just notice me! It’s like, the one guy I have always fancied doesn’t even acknowledge my existence. And there I was—” you yelled while pointing towards the castle “—seeing you at the edge all the time, watching me constantly and you never even bothered to talk to me.”

He didn’t know what to say. You weren’t wrong. He always struggled to talk with you, always found it hard to look at you as his heart would go rampant and he wouldn’t be able to focus on whatever the two of you were talking about. “Severus, don’t you like me? At all?” you asked quietly and he had to look at you when you sounded so hurt. “I like you…” he whispered, barely able to get the words out. “I-, I got all dressed up like an idiot too, thinking if I could just look like someone else, someone worth your time for just an evening you’d-, I don’t know, something.” “Sev…” you whispered while smiling softly up at him. “I don’t want any of this,” you continued while reaching up to tug the string from his hair, allowing it to fall freely in its usual black curtains.

“There’s no need to dress up, just because of some folly holiday. I just want you, the everyday you. Not this yule ball version of you.” “You think Christmas a folly holiday?” he asked while his hands clenched, in an effort to stave off the shaking from how close you were. “I love Christmas, but I think it’s folly to change who you are for something momentary. Like kids being good the last week before Christmas in hopes of receiving more gifts when one should be kind all year round. And you’re a wonderful grump dressed in black and purple all year round,” you giggled out as a small smile tugged on his lips. Something warm slipped inside of him.

“Sev, please, won’t you give me a chance?” you asked and his heart did a somersault. “You mean-, as a-, a—” “As a couple, Sev. I like you, I really, really do. And I’m tired of having to pretend that I’m fine when I’m not with you…” The honesty in your voice made his hands reach out instinctively, taking you into a tight embrace despite the fear blaring in him that there was no way beautiful you could be willing to be with someone like him. “I’d like that, Y/n.” “Severus,” you said against his chest and reached around to hold him just as tightly.

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op ur an absolute saint for writing for isaac & lee garcia 🙏 would you write a one-shot or headcanons for lee garcia? there is a severe lack of fics for him 😢 (probably bcuz he got very little screentime, but in the mlwtwb book he's actually rlly sweet)

dating lee garcia hcs!

a/n: for sure!! your wish is my demand and thank you so much for this request, i'm so so sorry for taking so long to do this, i've been procrastinating like hell but now I'm finally getting back to writing

summary: what dating lee garcia would be like!

so I feel like it defo depends on ur personality (I mean ofc it does)

but I can really imagine him with either a sunshine x grumpy dynamic

him being the grumpy one

or with a black cat gf

but me personally I feel like lee would go for a sunshine person bc he just needs that type of energy in his life

I think it's already really hard for him bc his dad is in the military and he doesn't really get to see him or talk to him very often

so he needs some type of positivity in his life and someone to love him and be affectionate with him

bc he also doesn't get loads of attention in the walter’s house

yk because they have so many kids already

he’s still a very family oriented guy so he’d also want someone like that

I think he also sometimes gets overlooked bc of Isaac and his popularity

(I think also Isaac gets more romantic attention from girls out of the two of them)

so he’d just want someone to see him for who he is and yeah, admire him a lil

I think at the beginning of y'all starting to date it’d be really hard for him to open up bc he can be closed off

(we’ve seen that already in the show that he tends to not talk so much and let's Isaac do a lot of the talking)

if he does say something he can be quite snappy and rude but he does apologize when he's gone too far

he’s scared about the fact that you like him as more than a friend bc he thinks you might not mean it and that you're just using him to get closer to Isaac

which is why he is a bit rude and cold to you at the beginning

he also was a dry texter before he warmed up to you

“wym”, “k”, “gn”, “nvm” and things like that, no emojis whatsoeva 😭

but as the two of you go on more dates I think he notices that you do actually like him for him and that you don't have some kind of ulterior motive for spending time with him

and that you simply do it bc you want to

he’d actually smile more, put an arm around your shoulder, make some jokes

(the sarcastic kind bc his humor is definitely sarcasm and / or dark humor)

I think when some time has passed, he’d definitely apologize for his behavior in the beginning and he’d also be sorta embarrassed bc he feels so bad for not seeing that you're a sweetheart right away

It’d take some more time until the two of you would become more “physical” with each other

and by that I mean like hand holding and eventually like kissing

I feel like lee doesn't just spend time with anyone, he carefully picks who he hangs out with and it takes a lot of time for him to fully trust someone

so I think he'd really only start being more physically affectionate if he's really sure about you

so it's a huge deal when he holds your hand after like a month and a half of dating

then you know he really means it with you two

I feel like your first kiss would follow shortly after it’d be so soft and careful bc lee is so nervous and he's been waiting so long to do this (he’s been waiting to gather the courage) 🥹

I feel like when you first started dating it would take a little longer for all the “big moments” to happen if you know what I mean

like lee would need a lot of time to warm up to this whole situation but then as you get closer to each other things would happen rlly fast bc you guys know that you're it for each other

“when you know, you know”

and you guys definitely know

first you’d hold hands, then you’d kiss, then you’d confess

and then next thing you know, you're together

I feel like lee would really properly ask you to be his girlfriend because he likes to be sure of things and not just assume something

I don't think he’d make that big of a deal out of it because you already kissed, confessed to each other etc. so you're practically already together and it's just common courtesy to ask

so it’d probably be a late afternoon, maybe like on a Friday

you had gone to the skater park with lee, just watching him do a few tricks (trying to impress you ofc)

then he’d randomly skate up to you to take a break and I feel like he'd just ask you out of nowhere

like take a sip out of his water bottle and be like “do you wanna be my gf”

and you're like “😃.. um yes!!!”

and then you're together :)

I feel like lee is the chillest bf ever but he can be a little jealous bc bro is afraid of losing you

like he completely trusts you but when someone comes up and talks to you

someone that he feels is way more attractive and just in general better than him for you (which is not true obvi, he’s the best for you)

he will be a little insecure and needs reassurance

he’d teach you some spanish

as well as skateboarding and some tricks you can do ;)

I feel like his love language is definitely acts of service

like he’ll definitely carry an extra water bottle with him wherever he goes bc he knows you get dehydrated easily and also always has a little snack for you

NO PET NAMES

I think lee hates pet names like whenever he hears another couple say them he's just like that meme

“brother ewww”

https://pin.it/2m17zXtm9so

he just always calls you your normal name or a nickname

but he literally refuses to say “baby” or “sweetheart” or something like that

like noo

he just cringes way to easily

he also isn't that big on pda I fear

he’s okay with the casual things for example an arm around your shoulder, hand holding but he would never ever make out in public

if you're in a quieter area he might give you a little kiss on the forehead but I think for him, the full-on kiss is reserved for when it's just the two of you or you’re with the people that you're close with

but at school, most people that don't know you're a couple would think you're just really close friends

you guys have the relationship that's private but not secret

trope with you guys: lee is grumpy to everyone except you

I feel like lee is a very thoughtful bf, always knows the right things to gift you, always knows what to say and he can sense whenever your mood changes and what to do about it

also he will join in on the vibes if you're having a little dance party in the kitchen or something like that

and yes if you're a swiftie or a hard core fan of a band he will learn all the lyrics to be able to loudly sing them with you at the concert 😍

bro is touch starved so cuddling is always a big yes for him

he will never ever deny you affection

just the sweetest guy ever

i hope you guys enjoyed it and tell me what you think!! also don't hesitate to send in a request ❤️❤️ love ya

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