maladaptive---daydreamer

[maladaptive---daydreamer]

Secrets - Jacob Black

“No, Y/N! Move!” 

You felt as though all the wind in you got knocked out as you flew backwards. There was a deep throbbing sensation before it all went dark.

When you awoke, you could tell from the sounds and the smells that you were in a hospital. You took a while to open your eyes knowing the glare from the fluorescent ward lights would sting. Your throat felt dry and your skin tight. Slowly you pushed yourself up into a seating position to fully take in your surroundings. The ward was relatively empty, just you and another person who chose to close the curtains around their bed. Porters were walking up and down the corridors pushing carts of food and the occasional patient. One of the nurses popped her head through the doorway and nodded with a smile, acknowledging you were awake. You looked to your side to see an empty chair. There was a faint indent of someone's behind etched into the seat letting you know that, until quite recently, you had a visitor. You rifled through the cabinets on either side of your bed hoping to come across your handbag or your phone, hell even your clothes just to make sense of why you were lying in a hospital.

“Ms Y/L/N, good to see you finally awake”

You looked up to see the face of Carlise Cullen.

“I- what happ-” You asked slightly groggily.

“I’m glad you’re awake” He repeated, shining a light into your eye. 

“How long was I out for?”

“You came in 5 days ago, we kept you sedated for 3 before weaning you off.”

“What the fuck happened?”

“You were brought into the hospital unresponsive. We completed scans of your body and found that you had a slight fracture on your t8 vertebrate and increased pressure in your brain. We conducted a ventriculostomy where we drilled a small hole in your skull and inserted a plastic pipe to drain out the excess cerebrospinal fluid and restore adequate blood flow to your brain.”

“How-”

“All they told me was you hit your head, hard.”

“Who’s they?”

“What is the most recent thing you remember, Y/N?”

You closed your eyes and tried to think back to your last moments but all you could remember was waking up and getting ready for your day.

“The last clear thing I remember is getting up to brush my teeth”

“And what time would you say that was?”

“Around half 8 in the morning?”

“Some short-term amnesia is expected, I’m afraid I can’t give you a definitive time frame for when you’ll remember, or if you’ll remember, but you were brought to the hospital at 3.40 pm by Sam Uley, Seth Clearwater and Jacob Black.”

“And where are they?”

“Sam and Seth stayed until you came out of surgery, Jacob stayed the entire five days, he left a short while ago for a shower and a change of clothes.”

“Do you know when I can go home?”

“I need to run some tests just to make sure that your brain function is normal and to check on your spinal fracture and once those are fine, you’ll be free to leave. Would you like me to call your mother?”

You nodded.

“Great, ill be back in a few moments to take you up to radiography.”

Your scans and tests came back normal. Your mum dealt with your discharge paperwork and prescription while you got changed into the clothes she brought for you. Carlise prescribed some pills to keep the swelling on your spine down and to manage the pain and, strict bedrest for the rest of the week to make sure you didn’t damage your spine further. You hobbled your way out of the hospital and to the car. The drive home was silent, you could tell your mum was itching to say something but she held her tongue. She silently helped you up the stairs and into bed.

“Bella came by yesterday to drop off your bag and your phone. I’ve plugged in an extension cord and left it on your bedside table. Try not to move too much. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” She said, fluffing your pillows and making sure you were comfortable.

You mumbled a small thanks before turning your attention to your phone. It was dead so you plugged it into the charger and let it charge for a while until it switched on. You were greeted with a flurry of text messages from your friends asking about your whereabouts and sending you well wishes for your recovery. 

Ignoring those, you typed out three text messages to the three boys involved in your ’accident’, “What the fuck happened to me?”. Sam and Seth’s replies came almost instantaneously at the exact same time, consisting of the same message, “Ask Jacob.”. Growing increasingly angry as you read over each text a few more times, you called Jacob’s phone. To no one's surprise, you were met with his voicemail. You cut the call and called again, only to be met with his stupid voicemail greeting for a second time. On your third ignored call you decided to leave a message. “I don’t know what happened in the 8 hours before I turned up in the hospital, Sam and Seth have told me to ask you, my mum is acting weird and I don’t know why. I don’t know what you did but I want answers and I want them now, so grow some fucking balls and give me them”. And then you waited. 

For the entirety of your bedrest, you waited for Jacob to call back but he didn't. You waited to hear his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs but you didn't. Bella and Edward had visited a couple of times. Angela came almost every day after school to catch you up on the gossip of Forks high, and to make sure you didn’t fall behind. Paul and Quil dropped by while your mum was at work, somehow managing to nimbly climb in through your window to avoid you moving around. They avoided the topic of Jacob completely, chalking his disappearance down to him being ‘busy’. You knew better than to press on the subject so you dropped it, deciding to wait until you were able to move before you ran up on him. 

“Rise and shine, you’ve got your freedom back today” Your mother sang, pushing open your curtains and pulling off your duvet. 

You rubbed your eyes as you stretched out. “What time is it, Jesus”

“6”

“Mum, I don't have to leave for school for another couple of hours” You groaned in annoyance as you pulled the duvet back up and over your head.

“You haven't washed your hair in days. The sponge baths only did so much. I love you, but you’re smelling a bit ripe”

She had a point, deodorant, bodyspray and dry shampoo could only do so much. You reluctantly got up from your bed and went into the shower. You could still feel a slight dull ache in your back but Carlisle said that was to be expected. Any discomfort you felt immediately dissipated when you felt the hot water hitting your skin. You scrubbed the build-up of grime that had accumulated from your scalp, massaging it lightly. Although it was a quick shower, you were sure you had never felt so clean before in your life. You got out of the steamy bathroom and went back into your room. Your mum had kindly left some toast, a banana and a mug of tea on your bedside table so you tucked into your little breakfast whilst quickly checking your texts. 

Angie: so excited 2 have u back in school

Y/N: just happy 2 b free :’)

Angie: gotta catch u up on gossip

Y/N: LOL, ttyl need 2 get ready xo

You quickly finished your breakfast before applying some moisturiser to your damp skin. There was only just enough time for you to dry your hair before you grabbed your school bag and your car keys and left. 

Your first day back was filled mostly with your classmates asking you what happened and you responding and telling them you had no idea. As each person asked you, the anger you had burning inside you for Jacob only grew stronger. You could have potentially died that day yet you had no answers for what exactly happened. Not knowing a single detail about something that could have derailed your entire life was infuriating.  From your third period, all you could focus on was getting out of school and driving to the reservation. Your friends tried to stop you from leaving so soon, insisting that you needed to celebrate your freedom but you fended them off, promising to celebrate your freedom another time. 

As you drove out of the school car park, you slowly drove past Bella and Edward making sure to initiate eye contact with both of them. They knew what happened, it was obvious, and just like everyone else, they were leaving you in the dark. You parked your car behind Billy’s truck and slammed the door shut. 

“Jacob Black you get your ass out here right now” You shouted, stomping your way to his house. 

Billy was the first person to come out and assess the commotion. “Y/N-”

“Usually, I’d be happy to see you Billy, but right now I want your cunt of a son to come out and stop ignoring me.”

“He’s in the barn, working on his bike” He muttered with a small smile.

You nodded in thanks and angrily walked over to the barn. You took in a deep breath to centre yourself before you practically busted the door down. Jacob’s head snapped up in surprise at the intrusion. “Y/N”

“Embry, Quil, get out.” You ordered. They both looked to Jacob who nodded before getting up off their seats. 

“We’re really glad to see you’re okay Y/N” Embry mumbled as he walked past. 

Once you heard their footsteps retreat, you turned to face Jacob. 

“How fucking dare you?” You screamed, brandishing a spanner that found its way into your hands. 

“Y/N-”

“No! How DARE you treat me like this.”

“Let me-”

“NO, you’re going to listen to me first. I’ve spent the whole week knowing that I have hours of my life that I can’t account for. I don't know where I was, who I was with or how you, Sam and Seth were the ones to get me to the hospital. All anyone has asked me is 'how did it happen?’ and I’m just as knowledgeable as they are. Any time I’ve tried to get answers I get told to ask you. When I try and ask you, you ignore me. I want to know the truth. And I want to know it now”

“I can’t tell you the truth”

“Oh wow, you’re really going to hit me with this bullshit?!”

“I can’t, Sam would kill me”

“Read my lips, Jake, I don’t care. I want the truth.”

He stood silent for a few moments. “Fine, but we need to go somewhere first”

“Why?”

“We just do, but I promise you, you’ll get the truth”

You reluctantly followed Jacob out of the barn and towards the forest. The two of you walked in silence, you trailing a few steps behind him. Jacob had the advantage of being physically fit over you, allowing him to walk over the uneven forest floor and hop over the gnarled tree roots that spread across the muddy paths. It didn't take too long for your calves to burn as you tried to keep up with Jacob, both in speed and orientation. 

“How much longer?” You asked, stopping and leaning on the side of a tree to catch your breath.

“10 minutes” He replied, turning his head over his shoulder.

“Are you serious? My legs are going to fall off”

“The more breaks you take, the longer it'll take”

You mimicked his patronising comment and began walking again, only to misstep and trip. You landed on the mud with a light thump.

“For fucks sake” you muttered, wiping the mud from your hand and slowly getting up.

“You okay?” Jacob asked, rushing to your aid. You could have sworn you saw his breathing speed up as if he was panicked. 

“Just tripped, I can’t keep up with your long ass legs.”

Wordlessly, Jacob swept you off your feet, carrying you bridal style. “Now you don’t need to worry about keeping up with me” He smirked, looking down at you.

“Jake put me down”

“If I put you down we won't get to Sam’s until tomorrow”

“Why are we going to Sam’s?”

“You’ll find out in a bit”

“I’m so sick of being in the dark-”

“I told you, you’ll find out the truth soon”

“That's the - you know what, you won't understand, I give up.”

“I don’t understand what?”

“Nothing”

“No, tell me, make me understand” His steps became harder and faster, you could tell he was starting to get frustrated.

“ Don’t you think I’m scared? I have 0 recollection of what happened that day. There is this huge gap in my timeline and I can't come up with an explanation for it, I can't try to piece memories together and come up with some kind of explanation. On top of that, everyone around me seems to know what happened apart from me.”

Jacob’s lips parted as if to say something but he kept silent. The rest of your walk was filled with a sort of tension. It was an odd tension because despite how irritated you were by Jacob, you felt a sense of peace, some comfort being held by Jacob. If your younger self could’ve seen you at that point, she would've combusted on the spot. It was cliche really, crushing on your best friend, but you couldn’t help it. Jacob was the only one that you felt understood you. He was supportive and always knew how to make you laugh. When the rest of the guys would exclude you from games, he’d always try and find a way to get you back involved. For a while you were starting to think that maybe Jacob liked you too, he was starting to notice the little changes in your appearance and making more plans with just the two of you, alone. That was until Bella came to town. It didn’t take you long to realise where his affection was really directed.

“Well, get ready to get your answers,” He let you down gently and walked into the open front door. You trailed in behind him slightly cautious. You were greeted by Sam and another woman, she had a huge scar on the side of her face. 

“You must be Y/N, I’m Emily, Sam’s fiance,” she said softly.

“I didn't know-”

“I like to keep it on a need to know” Sam stated, crossing his arms.

“I just baked some croissants, why don't you grab one”

You looked over at the dining table to see a plate piled high with glossy freshly baked croissants. Jacob took a seat and you followed suit. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and went to fill yours up. “Before you say anything, there are no bits”. You nodded and took a croissant, tearing a chunk off and tasting it. 

“These are insanely good, Emily” you gushed after swallowing your mouthful. She beamed back at you from the kitchen. 

“So let’s cut to the chase. You want to know what happened last week.” Sam said, leaning against the huge kitchen island.

You nodded. 

“what do you remember about those Quileute stories Billy used to tell us at bonfires”

“They can turn into wolves or something, like werewolves. They knew witches. What does that have to do with this? They were stories we were told as kids”

“What if I told you they weren't stories?”

“Werewolves don't exist”

“You wanna prove her wrong, Jake?”

Jacob sighed as he grabbed you by the arm and took you back outside Sam’s home. He took off his t-shirt and threw it to the side. 

“I didn't want a strip show” You scoffed.

He scoffed and turned around, pulling his shorts down and throwing those with his shirt. He turned again to face you “All I’m asking is that you don’t run. I have more to explain but this part is easier shown.”

You nodded, trying to tear your eyes away from the bulge in his boxers. Jacob jumped off the deck and all of a sudden, you were met with a huge brown wolf.

“You’re fucking shitting me”

“Nope, clear as day. He's a werewolf, and so am I. So are Quil, Paul, Embry and Seth."

The wolf- Jacob, took a few tentative steps closer to the deck, you copied his actions stepping off the deck and meeting him in the middle. He jutted his head forward and you ran your hands over the soft fur on his head. Jacob pushed his head into your hand and you scratched the top of his head and under his jaw simultaneously. He panted happily, moving his head so you could reach the right spots.

“He's like a massive dog” You called out laughing. 

Jacob growled in response and sat up. 

“He told me to tell you to respect him, he's a wolf, not a dog.” Sam chuckled.

“How?-”

“Werewolf things, we can communicate telepathically.” 

You looked from Sam to Jacob, bewildered. 

“He’s gonna change back, you might wanna turn around if you don't wanna see his junk” Sam said, turning around to go back inside.

You stepped back and covered your eyes with your arm. It took a few moments but you heard a quiet zipping sound and dared to take a look at Jacob’s muscular torso. 

“So this only explains a part of what happened. The rest is, well, complicated” Jacob followed sams lead and returned to Emily’s kitchen table. 

“Uncomplicate it for me then.”

“Do you remember the stories of the ‘cold ones?’“

“Kind of?”

“Marble skin, ice cold, no need to eat or sleep, consume blood, more commonly known as-”

“Don’t fucking tell me there are a bunch of bloodsucking vampires running around here too”

“The Cullens”

“THE CULLENS? As in EDWARD Cullen? As in Bella’s boyfriend?”

Sam and Jacob nodded. 

“That’s hilarious, you and Edward are both sworn enemies due to your nature and rival lovers”

“Shut up”

“Back to the topic, on the day in question, you came to the rez to see Jacob. Only Bella and Edward were there too, asking us for help to deal with some newborn leeches. Tensions are already high between the pack and the Cullens, so when they come on our land asking for favours, you can imagine how things go. Things got a bit heated between Paul and Edward, he can barely contain his anger on a good day so he phased. Jacob was stood next to him, so he phased too, to keep him in line”

“Cool story but where do I fit in here?”

“Somehow, during all the testosterone, you got too close. No offence but were all over 6ft tall, so it wasn't that hard for you to get lost in the crowd. When Jake phased, he hit you with his tail and you kind of flew backwards and hit a tree.”

An awkward silence settled over the three of you. 

“Well, I can see why no one wanted to tell me the full story” You joked, cutting through the tension.

“This is something the two of you need to talk out, Em and I will be upstairs if you need us.”

“I think we’ll walk back to my dad”

Sam nodded. “I’ll see the two of you later.”

You gave a small smile and got up and left Sam’s home. 

“Hold up, you’ll end up tripping again”

You refused to laugh at Jacob’s joke, choosing to face ahead rather than look at him. 

“Are you going to ignore me now?” 

You ignored him again. 

“C’mon, Y/N, talk to me” Jacob grabbed a hold of your hand but you shook him off.

“Y/N, I’m being serious. Stop. Look at me.” He grabbed a hold of your forearm, using a bit more force and pulling you towards him. “Please, just look at me”.

You looked up and stared into his eyes. His beautiful chocolatey brown eyes. The eyes you would stare into as a child during staring contests; the eyes you would search for in a crowd of unfamiliar people; the eyes that would meet yours in serious moments that you weren't supposed to laugh in, making you both dissolve into a fit of laughter; the eyes that had been following Bella’s every move for the past couple of years. 

“Hurts doesn’t it? Being ignored?” You said, quietly, not breaking eye contact. 

“You know why I couldn't tell you”

“But you did tell me,”

“After I got Sam’s approval”

“How hard was it to get Sam’s approval while I was in the hospital?” You pulled away from him and continued walking. 

“I didn’t want you to get hurt”

“So what, now that you’ve waited a few days the threat of me knowing the truth has just disappeared?”

“If it was up to me, you wouldn’t have found out until after we dealt with this newborn bullshit. I didn’t count on you showing up at my house, lack of foresight on my part I guess”

“I still don’t understand what this changes for me? Apart from me staying far, far away from the Cullens”

“They’re vegetarians, they only drink animal blood. But that's beside the point.” Jacob stopped and picked up a small log, snapping it into bits like it was a twig. “I’m not good with feelings, I don’t know how I’m supposed to explain this to you”

“Most of us first phased when the Cullens came to town. It's in our DNA, the smell of the bloodsuckers triggers the change. Forks had been free of vampires for the last few decades, so were the first shifters here in a while. The problem is, vampires are like an infestation, when you have one, you have a million more. We’ve been hit with threat after threat, first this woman trying to kill Bella, and now all of this newborn nonsense.

“Bella is just a human and she's stuck in the middle of all of this, this is what knowing does. It’s just not safe”

You felt your heart sink at his mention of Bella. “So you didn’t tell me because you didn’t want me to get in the way?”

“Yes-” 

“Right, I see that I’m just an inconvenience now.” You scoffed. 

“No, I didn't mean that. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to get hurt. I didn’t want you to get involved in all this. Not to mention, your mum forbade me from telling you unless it was necessary”

"My mum knew?"

"She's always known, you could say our families have some history,"

“Well despite what the both of you decided, not telling me got me hurt too”

“I know, and that's why I stayed away because I tried to protect you, I tried to keep you safe and I failed.”

“Wait, do you think that it was your fault?” You stopped walking for a second.

“Well of course it was. I threw you against a tree. You fractured your spine, they had to drill a hole in your head. You could’ve died.” Jacob turned to face you, his chest heaving. “I always thought the bloodsuckers were the monsters and we were the protectors. I nearly killed you, Y/N, so what does that make me?”

“Hey, now it's your turn to look at me” You rushed forward and held your hands to Jacob’s cheeks. “You are not a monster. It was an accident. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and in the heat of the moment, things went sideways. And yes I could have died. And yes that is a very scary thought. But I’m not dead, hell, it's like nothing even happened. I know I'm angry, but I'm only angry because you kept it from me.  Now that I know you run around with wolves in your spare time, I’ll call ahead before I come over. I’ll even buy some dog treats to keep in my car”

“I’m a wolf, not a dog, huge difference.”

“Tomato, tomato. I guess at the end of the day, you thought you were doing the right thing by keeping it from me”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“I don’t know myself, it's like I just had to play with wolfy you and I felt better. I guess all that research into the health benefits of pets is right”

“So I’m your pet?”

“Whose a smart boy? You’re a smart boy” you patted Jacob on the head, messing his hair up slightly. 

“That’s it” Jacob placed one muscular arm around your waist and hoisted you over his shoulder. 

“Jacob put me down”

“No,”

“Jacob.”

“You’re slowing me down.”

“JAKE”

“I’m not listening to you”

You accepted defeat and let Jacob carry you back to his home. Once he let you back down, you stumbled slightly, feeling lightheaded from all the blood rushing down from your head. Jacob scrambled to hold you up.

“Are you okay?” He asked, frantically looking for any other signs you were hurt. 

“Headrush, I’m okay” you responded, blinking. 

“I see you’re both back” You both turned to see Billy sitting on the porch. “I assume you’ve told her?”

“Oh yeah, I know about Jake’s secret double life”

“And...”

“Dad-”

“What does he mean by and? What else were you supposed to tell me?”

“It appears I have put my foot in my mouth”

“Just a little bit, thanks dad”

“What-?”

“Let's go into the barn”

You sat down in your designated spot with Jacob flopping down directly next to you. 

“Whoa, designated seats are out the window huh? Must be serious.”

He ignored your comment and tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. “What do you think about soulmates?”

“Bit of a random question but I think they exist”

“Elaborate”

“I guess I feel like we all have that one person out there for us that allows us to be the best versions of ourselves. Someone you can laugh with one second, cry with the second and argue with the third.”

“Do you think you have a soulmate?”

“I’d hope so” You chuckled slightly. “what do you think?”

“I have one and I know exactly who she is. It's just complicated”

“Let me guess, she's in love with a vampire?” It was now Jacob’s turn to laugh. 

“Actually, it’s not her. We have this thing called imprinting, in my world,”

“I’m sorry, ‘In my world?’ You sound like one of them old white guys telling strangers his war stories"

“It's a wolf thing, you kind of just look at her and you know it. It's like gravity just pushes you towards her. She becomes your entire world. Nothing else matters but her. You become overwhelmed with this desire to be close to her, to touch her, to keep her safe. You would go to the ends of the earth just to keep her happy. At first, I thought it was sappy bullshit but honestly, the entire world could be burning down behind me, but I wouldn’t care as long as she was with me. 

“When I first phased I hoped it would be Bella. I tried my hardest to force it but I looked at her and I felt nothing. And then I saw Her, and I realised how stupid I was to ever even want Bella in the first place. She smiled at me and it reminded me of all the reasons why she was so perfect for me.”

While you were happy that Jacob was no longer pining over Bella, your heart still sunk at the fact that he was unconditionally, head over heels in love with a girl that wasn’t you. The realist in you had tried to convince the hopeless romantic in you that you and Jake were friends and only friends but there was a small part of you that held out hope that one day he would see what was right in front of him. 

“I’m really glad you found her Jake, you deserve it.” You said, plastering a fake smile on your face. 

“Do I? I nearly killed her” 

“You’re on a bit of a hot streak, first me and now this girl” You joked, trying to lift the mood. 

“It technically only counts as one”

“What do you mean, it's obvi-”

“I nearly killed my imprint when I nearly killed you,” He turned his head and looked at you with a small smile. “Suprise”

Upon processing Jacob’s revelation, you sat up straight and replayed his words a few more times in your head, just to be sure you were hearing correctly. Your entire body turned to face him “just to be clear, you imprinted on me?”

“Who's the dumb one now?”

“I’m being serious, it's me?”

“Yes, it's you. It will always be you”

“I’ve waited to hear you say that since we were 11″ You couldn't help but break into a genuine smile.

“You’re so beautiful when you smile like that”

“I’m not beautiful all the time, wow?” you hit him playfully on the arm

“No of course you are, you’re just especially beautiful when you smile, genuinely” He took your hand and pulled you closer to him.

“Hmm good answer” you muttered, resting your head on his chest.

“I was an idiot for not seeing it earlier.”

“How long have you known?”

“A year”

“A YEAR?!”

“I didn’t know how you’d react”

“You’re gonna have to make that year up”

“I intend to,”

#jacob black #jacob black imagine #jacob black oneshot #jacob black x reader #twilight #twilight saga #twilight imagine #quileute #twilight imagines #jacob black x you #jacob black x y/n #twilight fan fic #jacob black fluff

[maladaptive---daydreamer]

This is random as fuck but like theres been loads of like imagine a HP character meeting a roadman, but imagine a roadman/roadgirl going to to Hogwarts. 

Like the food appearing on the table at the start of year feast and they’re like ‘nahh fuck off, man banged juj,” 

saying “Mums life?” to harry and then remembering and being like oh shit

Or getting into an argument like “watch your mouth dickhead, dont think I won’t come spin your jaw” and draco is like “spin my jaw?????” 

Or him saying something to Hagrid and them going ‘who you getting lippy to? pussio” and really charging the P of the pussio up.

Them seeing Hermione at the yule ball and screaming ‘OIII IS THAT YOU YEAHH? LENG TING AND THAT”

Ending their sentences in ‘still’ and everyone being so confused

“have you done the homework?” “Nah I havent still” 

“Are you going to hogsmeade next week?” “Cant be asked still”

Telling first years its a good thing they werent in Ravenclaw cause Ravenclaws are all neeks.

Their plug is the one whos also supplying the hufflepuffs with weed. And everytime a hufflepuff comes up to them about it they’re like ‘allow it, you’re gonna bait me”

Calling everyone ‘my guy’ or ‘my g’, like literally everyone.

They defo store their wand in a nike pouch, but in 5th year they upgraded to that Gucci one.

Their school shoes are black airforce 1s that they charm to never crease

Their winter coat is a Moncler puffer jacket 100% with nike gloves and an LV scarf.

They refuse to wear the pointed hat, instead its a D squared cap or an LV beanie.

#Harry potter #harry potter headcanon #hp headcanon #hogwarts #roadman #roadgirl #draco meets a roadman #hp meets roadmen

[maladaptive---daydreamer]

Black ribbon and silver bows

The fifth of may meant that there were exactly 2 months until Draco turned 17. Draco had gone above and beyond for your birthday, spoiling you with 17 individually wrapped gifts that he sent you on a wild goose chase around the school to find. You wanted to make him equally as special as he made you feel, but what did you get the boy who could get anything he wanted?

You thought about getting him a pet, but you didn’t think his mother would appreciate a cat roaming around the halls of the Malfoy Manor. Then you thought about getting him a broom, but as usual, Draco already had the best of the best. Your mind turned to clothes, but the man only wore black shirts with tailor-made trousers. 

“Still thinking about what to get Draco?” Blaise’s voice asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Ugh yes, anything I think of, he already has”

“You’re fault for choosing rich, should have dated a Weasley, they’d be over the moon with an unworn robe” 

You smacked Blaise’s arm “Don’t be so rude, Blaise. Just because you don’t like them doesn't mean you can be a prick”

“Why don’t you make him something? I’m sure the elves would let you sneak into the kitchen to cook, you could draw something, write him a poem”

If you were a cat, your ears would have pricked at hearing the word ‘draw’, Draco was never a fan of the decorations in his room, maybe you could paint him a painting that he could hang up on his wall.

“You might have just saved Draco’s birthday”

The increase of chatter across the library hinted that your free period was over and it was now time for lunch. You and Blaise collected your things and returned the books to the returns trolley before making your way to the great hall. You bumped into Draco, Pansy and Daphne on your way there. The five of you made your way to the Slytherin table to see Crabbe and Goyle already tucking in. 

“Why am I not surprised that you two gluttons are the first on the table?” Blaise asked, throwing his school bag down and taking a seat. 

The rest of your group sat down as well, the elves had made different variations of chicken wraps for lunch today. You picked up a grilled chicken wrap and began eating it, famished after your hour of revision during your free period. You had just finished the first one when Draco said your name.

“You’ve got sauce on your mouth, darling”

You stuck your tongue out trying to lick it off but you kept missing. 

“Hold still a sec” Draco instructed. He used his thumb to wipe the spot of sauce from your mouth, licking it off his thumb once he was done. 

“Ah my saviour!” you fake swooned. 

He laughed and continued to eat his lunch. You wolfed another half of a wrap before feeling full. 

“Are we still revising for charms after dinner?” Daphne asked, looking up from her homework. 

“I’m on it, but the boys have quidditch practise until 7, so they’ll have to join in later” You replied, snapping the lid of your lip balm back on

“Actually, practice is cancelled, so Blaise and I’ll be there” Draco added, downing the rest of his pumpkin juice.

“Y/N, you alright?” 

Your head whipped around to see Neville Longbottom standing behind you.

“Are you lo-” Draco began to sneer

You pinched the outside of his thigh making him grit his teeth instead of finishing his sentence. “Neville, hi”

“I just wanted to return your charms notes, they were dead useful, thanks,” He said with a light blush, holding your pile of notes out.

“Oh, thank you. I’m so glad you found them helpful” You took the notes from him with a smile. 

“Have a nice rest of the afternoon,”

“You too Neville,”

He returned to his friends and your friends turned onto you.

“Why are you so nice to him?” Blaise demanded.

“Oh merlin, when are you guys going to get over this rivalry, he needed help, so I helped him.”

“He’s also Longbottom”

You rolled your eyes. “Anyways, does anyone want to let me copy the last two questions for the dada homework?”

Daphne slid her roll of parchment over to you and you quickly scribbled the answers. Just as you had screwed on the cap for your ink lid, the bell for your next lesson rang. Nowadays your lessons were less structured, it was two months before exam season which meant the teachers pushed to revise topics rather than introducing new ones. Some teachers preferred to let you get on in groups doing your own thing, others had a strict revision lesson planned. But one thing was for certain exams had definitely taken over your life.

After your charms revision session with your friends, you and Draco found yourselves walking up to the astronomy tower. The sun was beginning to set as you nestled yourself into his lap.

“Don’t you think it’s mad that in a couple of years we won’t be able to do this anymore?” You asked, tightening his arms around you.

“We can watch the sunset from anywhere love”

“Ha ha you know what I mean idiot”

“I’m ready to leave this place”

“Sorry Mr ‘I should have been in Durmstrang’”

“I should have, my father agreed more with their curriculum”

“Maybe cause his old death eater buddy was running it”

“He’s your father's old death eater buddy too”

“My father never thought about sending me to Durmstrang”

“That’s because it’s a boys-only school, love”

“I don’t like you”

“That’s because you love me,”

“Speaking of love, do you remember the first moment you realised you loved me?”

He paused “As a matter of fact I do”

“Do tell, Mr Malfoy”

“We were at that party at the Parkinson’s in our 3rd year. You had a silver dress on. Your mum forced you into these heels and you hated them. You wobbled over to me and clung to my arm the whole night. But as soon as we were shooed away from the adults, you took them off and practically shoved them into my hands and started walking around barefoot. Pansy’s grandmother came out of the parlour and saw you without your shoes on and went berserk, she called you a disgrace, all our mothers came out to see what was going on and I’m pretty sure your mum looked like she was going to kill you”

“I remember that! Then I transfigured her ostrich feather boa into a snake around her neck!”

“She nearly pissed her pants” He laughed, causing you to smile.

“So is that your favourite memory of us?”

“No, my favourite memory takes place in our 4th year at the Yule ball. I didn’t want to dance in front of all those idiots but you pulled me up there anyway. But as soon as you held my hand it was like they all disappeared and it was just me and you. I spun you out and when you spun back into my arms, I dipped you and you looked so beautiful. But that is fighting for the top spot from the time you sucked me off in the restricted section, and the time you floo’ed into my room last summer at 2 am and I absolutely ruined you”

“Okay okay I get the picture your favourite memories are when we have sex”

“Not all of them, just some, what’s yours?”

“5th year, Christmas break, your parents’ Christmas party, you hid my promise ring inside my dessert” you held your hand up letting your ring sparkle in the candlelight, it was simple, a small princess cut emerald on a gold band, but it was oh so precious “You kept staring at me and I was so confused, I wasn’t even looking at what I was eating until you jerked my hand back and told me to look in the spoon and there it was. You cleaned it off and slid it on my finger right in front of everyone. Or maybe it was the time you made me sit on your face when we snuck into a room at the leaky cauldron”

Draco laughed and lifted your hand up and played with the ring. “After we finish Hogwarts, I’m gonna replace this ring with a diamond one”

“You are?” 

“Why do you sound so surprised, I told you already I was going to change your last name to mine, even your parents know”

“I know but I didn’t know you wanted to do this so early"

“Of course I do, why wouldn’t I?”

“You are so whipped”

Draco shoved you off him playfully.

“But it’s okay because I’m equally as whipped” you replied sitting back in his lap.

“You’d better be, otherwise I’d-”

“You’d what? Tell your father?”

“Right, that’s it” His fingers found your sides as he began tickling you. By the time he felt as though he tortured you enough, you were both breathless. 

“I love you," He said, smoothing your shirt down.

“I love you more”

“Who’s up here?” Filch’s voice grumbled. 

You and Draco grinned at each other as you quickly threw your robes on and lifted the hoods, running straight past Filch and into the Slytherin common room. 

You had now learnt what Draco’s favourite memory of you was. All that was left was actually getting around to paint it. If you weren’t in a lesson, you were revising, usually most of the time with Draco. Even on weekends, you found yourself in in the library completing practise exam papers and testing yourself on flashcards. And any time you weren’t working, you and Draco used as an opportunity to spend time with one another without being bogged down with work. You’d already decided that the room of requirement would be the perfect place to start painting, but the issue was figuring out how you’d be able to sneak there and back without arousing suspicion. 

After much deliberation, you decided that your best option for sneaking out was on Tuesday and Wednesday nights. Every Tuesday after dinner, Draco and Blaise would go out to the quidditch pitch to blow off some steam, by the time he had finished and showered, you were almost always already in bed. On Wednesday, you decided you’d tell Draco a little white lie and say that Flitwick had asked you to tutor a struggling 5th year in Charms, it would give you a few hours to yourself to get ahead with painting. 

The upcoming Tuesday your plan was in action, you made Daphne swear she wouldn’t tell Draco where you were and you made your way to the room of requirement. It was honestly a Godsend. You stepped into a room full of different sized canvasses, there were tubes of oil paint and palettes of watercolours and squeezy bottles of acrylic. A table was full of paintbrushes of different sizes and shapes and there were an easel and chair right in the middle of the room. 

You picked out a large rectangular canvas and placed it landscape on the easel and got to sketching the outline of your painting. If all went to plan, it would be a loop of Draco’s favourite memory of the two of you at the ball, if it didn’t well, then it would be a still image and if everything went south, you’d have to somehow find a way to get some lingerie to distract him from your lack of presents. 

Painting the canvas was going to be the hard part, sketching the outline, however, was proving to be a huge nightmare already, you had drawn and redrawn Draco’s face about a hundred times, not being able to get it exactly right. You were about to kick a hole in your canvas when a small a5 picture caught your eye, stuck under the foot of the easel. You picked it up to see a photograph of the exact moment you were trying to recreate. This was why you loved this room, taking a deep breath, you redrew Draco’s face finally getting it as you liked it. By the time you had finished the full outline, it was almost two am, you knew you were going to struggle to wake up in the morning, but that was something for future you to deal with, present you had to find a way to sneak out of the room and back to your dormitory without detection. 

In order to make as little noise as possible, you took your shoes off and ran across the castle in just your socks, you were only a few steps away from the entrance to the common room before Mrs Norris came around the corner. She meowed loudly as you whisper-shouted the password, the corridor revealing itself. You ran down it and straight up the stairs into your dormitory. You tried to get into bed as quietly as possible before falling asleep. 

In hindsight, staying up sketching until 2 am was a horrible idea. It was only 1 in the afternoon and you were struggling to stay awake. 

“I don’t get why you don’t just pay someone to paint it for you,” Daphne asked, scrunching a piece of paper into a ball and throwing it in the bin beside you.

“Because then there's no sentimental value behind it” You replied, massaging your temples.

“What time did you fall asleep anyway?”

“By the time I drowned out Pansy’s snoring it was 3, I was just lucky I had a free period first so I ended up getting an hours extra sleep”

“Merlin, remind me to never fall in love”

You laughed before rubbing your eyes and returning to your work. 

It took you four weeks of staying up till 2 am to finish Draco’s painting. You had spent hours mixing the right shades of paint, at one point you ended up getting rid of the paint on the whole canvas and starting again but exactly three weeks before Draco’s birthday, you had mastered the spell to make your painted figures move and your masterpiece was complete. Your only worry was that Narcissa Malfoy would hate it and would stop her son from hanging it in his bedroom. 

In order to get the huge canvas from the room of requirement back to your dormitory, you had to ask Neville to ask Harry if you could borrow his invisibility cloak. If Draco had found out that you got Harry’s help you were 90% sure he’d be the one kicking a hole in your canvas. For now, the canvas was safely tucked under your bed. 

The next morning, you stuffed Harry’s cloak in your bag and made your way down to meet him. You had agreed the previous evening that you’d meet outside Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom before breakfast to make the exchange. As planned, he was stood with Neville right outside the entrance to the toilet. You pulled the cloak out and handed it back to Harry. 

“Thank you, I know you and Draco don’t like each other, but it means a lot that you'd go out on a limb to help me.”

“While I question your choice in men, Y/L/N, you’ve helped Neville out on more than one occasion and any friend of Neville’s is a friend of mine.”

You smiled at Harry, “I’m gonna head to breakfast before Draco gets suspicious, see you boys, later”

They waved goodbye as you made your way back to breakfast, stopping in the normal girl's toilet to sort your shirt out which you found you were wearing inside out. Your group of friends were already sat down eating, all but Draco.

“Where is he?” You asked.

“Couple third years said they had to tell him something in private, oh wait, speak of the devil” 

You turned and he did not look happy. His jaw was clenched and he was walking oddly fast, he came to you and gripped you firmly by the arm. “Can I speak to you, outside, Y/N”

You looked at him confused but followed him out. As soon as you were out of earshot from the hall he turned around to face you, he looked pissed, he kept walking forward until you were pinned between him and the wall. 

“You want to tell me why some friends in 3rd year saw you giving Potter his invisibility cloak back?”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, darling, we both know you’re not. ‘it looked like she was holding something but there wasn't anything in her hand’. Why did you have his cloak”

“I was planning on recreating that memory of yours in the restricted section for your birthday, I asked Neville if I could borrow Harry’s cloak to get us there and back but then I remembered you wouldn’t have come if we were using his cloak so I gave it back” You lied smoothly 

He swallowed and nodded, not moving back. You pushed him off and scoffed. 

“Is this what you’re doing now? Sending third years to follow me?”

“You of all people should know I have eyes and ears everywhere.”

“Those eyes and ears shouldn't be snooping on your girlfriend”

“They wouldn’t have to if you weren’t lying to me about where you were for the past month.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Helping a 5th year with Charms as per the request of Flitwick? Well not according to the professor himself”

“Dra-”

He laughed, “Can’t even cover up your lies properly. Why don't I give you a few hours to come up with a cover story, I can’t bear the sight of you right now” Draco turned and walked away, ignoring you as you called out for him. 

He acted as though you didn’t exist for all of your lessons, he didn't sit next to you, he didn't speak to you, he barely looked at you. You chose to have dinner alone in your room that night. It had occurred to you during your second period that Draco thought you were cheating on him with Harry. It made sense, you were sneaking around and you were seen giving Harry’s cloak back as if to say that you two had been meeting up in secret under it. But it also made absolutely no sense either, you and Draco had been together since the beginning of your 3rd year. Your father was a death eater for Pete’s sake, it didn’t take a genius to realise you’d be disowned if you brought home Harry fucking Potter. 

You were partway through your transfiguration homework when Daphne came bounding up into the dormitory.

“Right, what is going on with you and Draco?” She asked, throwing her bag on the floor and collapsing on her bed.

“Nothing,” You lied.

“See that is absolute bullshit because he has been a moody prick all day and you skipped dinner, so come out with it, spill”

You sighed and explained everything. 

“Why don’t you just tell him the truth then?”

“Because if I do, it’ll ruin the surprise”

“And if you don’t it’ll end your relationship, my mother is over the moon at the fact that I’ll be a bridesmaid at a Malfoy wedding, you don’t want to crush her dreams do you?”

“You’re right, do you know where he is?”

“He went straight into his dormitory”

You nodded and made your way there. He was joined by his friends.

“Rest of you out, thanks,” You said, walking in and standing in the middle of the room. 

Blaise looked at Draco and he nodded, prompting him, Theodore and Goyle to leave. He refused to look at you. You took a seat at the end of his bed and began to explain.

“I’m well aware you think I’m cheating on you with Potter, but that’s really the complete opposite of what’s happening. The truth is, for the past few weeks, I’ve been arranging your birthday present. I finished it last night and I asked for Harry’s cloak so I could bring it back to my dormitory without revealing the surprise. That’s where I’ve been sneaking off to. Not to go snog Potter under his invisibility cloak”

“Oh”

“Bet you feel really fucking stupid now don’t you,” You scoffed

“I’m sorry, darling,”

“Do you not think? Could you imagine my parents’ reaction if I brought home Potter? They’d disown me faster than you came the first time we-”

He grabbed you into a hug before you could finish your sentence.

“I am truly sorry, princess, for jumping to conclusions and for ruining my surprise.”

“Well, you haven’t totally ruined it, you don’t know what it is yet.”

“Can we come back in yet, I need to get out of this fucking uniform” Theodore shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

Draco shouted back a yeah and his friends returned. 

“See you two’ve kissed and made up, about time too, Draco’s a right git when he's moody”

Draco threw a pair of balled-up socks at Blaise’s head before you got up off the bed.

“I’ll meet you in the common room once I’ve finished my homework,” You told him before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He mumbled an okay before kissing you once more and you were on your way. 

The next morning, at breakfast, you noticed your father’s owl descend onto the table in front of you. You took the letter expecting him to fly off and return home but he waited expectantly, clearly, he was told to wait until you replied. He hopped up onto your arms as you took him to the owlery to recuperate while you read your letter and replied. 

Y/N, 

You’re hopefully aware that it is Draco’s birthday in a few weeks, I hope that you have got him an adequate gift. You know how important your 17th birthday is and as I remember, Draco spoilt you with 17 gifts. Since you are a young lady, you're not expected to gift him anything as lavish as some of the presents he gave you, but tradition dictates that you should get him something worthy of a pureblood wizard, in particular jewels. Please reply as soon as possible, only so I know that you won’t embarrass your father and I (and in the case you do, I can send you an alternative). Your brothers and your father send their regards. We miss you. 

Mother

You rolled your eyes at her need for keeping up appearances and quickly scribbled her back a reply. You wished you were at home to see her reaction to you gifting him a painting you painted yourself. Once your father’s owl had filled himself up with water and owl feed, you attached the letter to him and sent him on his way. 

Later in the evening, your mother’s owl pecked at you through the library window. You went out into the corridor and took a letter and a box off of her. Once you had freed her of her cargo, she hooted and flew off. You opened the second letter and read.

Sweetheart, I know that you are an accomplished young artist, but a painting will simply not do, especially for his 17th birthday. However, since I am your mother and I know you best, I had a feeling I would need to help you in this department. I took the liberty of going into Bourgin and Burke’s on the weekend and purchased a rare black diamond ring for Draco on your behalf. I think he will like it and I think you will too. I hope you are studying well for your exams, 

Mother

You tried to rip open the wrapping on the box but it wouldn't move. The fold at the bottom lifted itself up a bit and ran across your finger, giving you a papercut. A thin line of blood collected on its edge and the wrapping dissolved leaving you with a red ring box, she was always partial to a bit of blood magic. You lifted the lid to see a thick silver band, it looked like it was either white gold or platinum, your mother thought sterling silver was too cheap, the oval cut diamond set atop a larger oval of platinum. It wasn't too plain but it also wasn’t overly gaudy, just as Draco liked it. You returned to the library with your second gift, making a note to hide it under your bed with your painting.

The next few weeks went past in a blur of mock exams and constant revision. Your first exam wasn’t until the 10th of June, giving you plenty of time to celebrate Draco’s birthday properly. The night before his birthday, half of Slytherin house was gathered in the common room waiting for it to hit midnight. You asked the elves to bake a cake for him and smuggled it with some snacks to have a small party with your friends. 

At 11.59 you pulled a tie out from behind you and held it up.

“Gonna let me tie you up huh?” Draco asked with a smirk. 

“Nice try, Malfoy, but this is for you” You replied getting up and tying it around his eyes. 

“What are you doing, Y/L/N?” 

You pointed your wand at the wall causing birthday banners and streamers to hang. Blaise brought the cake in from the 1st year dormitory. The large grandfather clock donged deeply as it hit midnight, you pulled his blindfold down as the whole common room burst into a rendition of happy birthday. He laughed and put his arm around your waist pulling you into his side. Nott finished the song on a horrible high note as Draco blew his candles out. 

“Make a wish, Draco” Pansy shouted. 

“I don’t need to, I've got everything I could wish for right next to me.”

You smiled up at him and gave him a kiss before addressing the crowd. “Eat my friends,” You felt like Dumbledore as plates of food dotted themselves around the common room. The attention moved from Draco to the food as everyone got up and attacked. 

“Happy birthday, my love,” You said wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Thank you, princess, I wasn’t expecting this at all.”

“Only the best for my boyfriend”

You spent the next few hours playing truth or dare with your housemates, it was cut short when Snape barged into the common room, the decorations were ripped off the wall and the music from the radio stopped. 

“I am going to give you until the count of 10 to return to your dormitory, anyone I still see standing here will be spending every weekend for the rest of the year cleaning with filch”

He began to count down from 10 as everyone scrambled to run into their dorms and get into bed. 

You were so excited to surprise Draco with his presents that you skipped breakfast, instructing Daphne to tell him to meet you in the astronomy tower. You decided you were going to decorate your spot a little bit, you set up a soft blanket and some cupcakes and hung up the leftover banners and streamers from your midnight party in the common room. You had his gifts wrapped up with ribbon and some bows just to be extra, they sat in the centre of your blanket, the canvas taking up a large chunk of it. You had realised Draco would probably struggle to take the canvas back home, but that would be a problem he would have to deal with later.

 “Y/N?” His voice called out from the bottom of the stairs. 

“Up here, love” You replied, your head popping up over the bannister. 

He broke into a smile when he saw you and rushed up the stairs taking them two at a time. You sat on the edge of the blanket and waited for him.

“Happy 17th birthday, Draco” You exclaimed as he reached the top. 

His smile got even wider as he pulled you up and into a tight hug. 

“I am so in love with you, do you know that?” he mumbled into your neck.

“I hope you feel the same after you see your presents,”

“Darling, you know you didn’t have to get me anything, you’re the best gift I could have ever received”

“I didn’t have to but I wanted to, here look” 

His eyes fell onto the two wrapped gifts, he sat himself down and opened the top present. 

“How did you get your hands on this?” he pulled the ring out and examined it closely.

“RIght so backstory to this, my mum didn’t believe that my original present was traditional enough to be a ‘wizard’s 17th birthday present’ so she went out to Bourgin and Burke and got this, but I wouldn’t have given it to you had I thought you wouldn't like it, so think of this as a gift from your in-laws.”

“My father’ll be jealous, he's been wanting a black diamond in his collection for ages now” He put the ring back in the box and was about to shut it.

“Wait, let me put it on. you put my ring on, so I’ll put yours on, practise for the big day”

He smiled at you as you sat down next to him and pulled the ring back out of the box. He held his left hand out for you and you slid the ring onto his ring finger.  

“You know after this, they tend to kiss” He grinned. 

“Oh yes, of course, if we’re going to practise we should be thorough” You pulled his head down and his lips met yours for a passionate kiss. 

He pulled back after a few moments with a grin. 

“We should keep practising, just to be on the safe side”

“Enough flirting, Malfoy you have another gift to open”

He turned and picked up the canvas in his hands.

“Is this the one you were sneaking away for?”

You nodded and he began to tear off the wrapping. He got up and placed it against the wall and stood there looking at it, silently. He was silent for a while as he watched the loop of Draco spinning you out and then dipping you on your return with a kiss. Although he hadn't said anything, you got the feeling that he didn't particularly like this gift. He was probably thinking of a way to let you down easily.

“Do you not like it?” You asked quietly.

“What? No!” he turned around with a genuine smile. “I love it, darling, it's perfect. Honestly, it's beautiful.”

You physically relaxed and went to stand next to him. “You said you didn’t like the painting in your room above the fire so I thought I’d give you something to change it with, I’m just not sure if your mother would like it, since its not one of those classical masterpieces.”

“I don’t care what my mother thinks, as soon as I get home, I’m hanging this right up on my wall. I just never knew you could paint like this”

“My mum made me start painting when I was three, I stopped lessons as soon as I started Hogwarts but I kept it up on the side as a hobby and, well, I thought I’d immortalise your favourite memory of us.”

“You never cease to amaze me” He turned and pulled you into him “Thank you,”

“Don’t be silly it’s your birthday, stupid”

“Not just for this, for everything. For putting up with everything, the jealousy, the anger, the-”

“Hey, I’m not putting up with anything, I love you, Draco, all of you”

“Merlin, I can’t wait to marry you” His lips crashed into yours for a frenzied kiss, overwhelmed with emotion. “This is by far the best birthday I’ve ever had, nothing will be able to top this”

And he wasn’t lying. Whenever he was asked, by his kids, his grandkids even his great-grandkids, what his favourite birthday celebration was, his response was always the same, his 17th birthday.

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[maladaptive---daydreamer]

Fake it till you make it

You were never really one to receive post from home. Your parents would send you a letter every once in a while, sometimes a small care package towards the end of term, but they would come in black lidded boxes tied together with red silk ribbon. This was the precise reason why you were so confused when a school post owl dropped a crushed brown box in front of you and flew back to the owlery.

“What the hell is that?” Your best friend, Draco, asked, voice laced with disgust.

“I have no idea” you replied, cautiously picking the box up looking for a clue as to who the sender was.

“Well open it, don't leave us in suspense, Y/N” Daphne urged.

You ripped the brown parchment off the box to be greeted with a cake box from a bakery in Hogsmeade. You lifted the crumpled box lid off to reveal a small square carrot cake. It had been decorated with white icing, and a note had been piped on with orange icing.

“Go out with me?” Daphne read. “Oh my, you’re getting asked out! Does it say who the sender was?”

Draco looked at you suddenly interested in this delivery.

“No it doesn’t, and I’m glad it doesn't because I definitely don’t want to go out with the owner of this cake.” You replied, pushing the box away from you and returning to your breakfast.

“You don't mind if I take that do you, Y/N?” Crabbe asked, licking his lips.

“Go ahead, Crabbe.” You pushed the box towards them and both him and Goyle reached for the cake.

“Acting as though you’ve never seen a cake in your lives, you disgust me the pair of you” Draco sneered. He picked up the parchment the cake was wrapped in with two fingers and began to stare at it.

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking up from the page of the Daily Prophet you were reading

“I’m checking to see who sent it.”

“I already did that, there was no name on it.”

“You might have missed it”

“I can read, Malfoy”

“Well there doesn't seem to be a name on here, a shame really, I would have enjoyed watching you turn him down and embarrass him in front of the whole school”

“Who said I would have turned him down?”

“You did, just now,”

“I only said that because its an anonymously sent cake, it could have been poisoned for all I know. Had I known who the cake was from I would have reacted differently”

Draco looked confused for a second before getting up, announcing he was going to make his way to potions. You and Daphne did the same a few minutes later and met up with him again in the queue outside the classroom. You had potions with the Ravenclaws, which according to the sorting hat was its next choice for you, but it believed you’d be better suited in Slytherin. It meant that you managed to get along well with some of the Ravenclaw students. Before long, Slughorn called you all in and you took your usual seat at the back, taking up a four-seat bench with you, Daphne, Draco and Blaise. Today's lesson was about sleeping potions, Slughorn announced he would be pairing you up rather than you working with the person you sat alongside. He began reading off a list, pairing Daphne with your friend, Alicia, Draco with Marcus Belby and you with Terry Boot.

You reluctantly got up and moved to a station near the front of the room.

“Morning, Y/N” Terry greeted, oddly giddy for a Tuesday morning

“Morning, Terry” you replied, giving him a small smile. You read through the instructions in your textbook and began to chop up your ingredients.

“Anything interesting happen this morning?” He asked, looking up from the valerian root he was chopping.

“I did get a weird package at breakfast.”

“Oh, you did?”

“Yeah, someone tried to ask me out, bit stupid though they didn't leave their name”

“I did! it was on the inside of the lid”

“Pardon?”

“Erm yeah sorry about that. What I meant to say is that I sent it.”

“Oh, right, well” You were honestly speechless, you had maybe spoken to Terry once, apologising for Draco’s remark about his mother.

“It's just you’re so beautiful and smart, and you’re nice”

“Terry I’m flattered but I’m just not interested”

“You think I’m ugly don’t you?”

“No- I”

“Don’t lie to me Y/N”

“No I swear, it's just” Your mind raced at a million miles an hour to try and come up with a passable lie. “It's just that I’m actually going out with someone already. We just haven't told anyone, you know how-”

“Who?” He cut you off, his face twisting with anger.

“I don't see how that’s any of your business” The sheer cheek of him was enough to make you angry as well,

“Well, then you’re lying, if it were true you’d say who. You do think I’m ugly”

“It’s,” You paused, blurting out the first name that came into your mind. “Its Draco”. You were already kicking yourself for spluttering his name out. Any Slytherin boy would have done fine, but you just had to say his name.

“Oh, right. Makes sense, you two are inseparable,”

An awkward silence had fallen over you and he barely spoke another word the whole lesson. Slughorn had administered each pairs sleeping potion on a cornish pixie, the pair who managed to keep their pixie asleep for long enough was due to receive a prize the next lesson. You returned to your seat at the back and grabbed your things.

“What’s wrong with you?” Draco asked, pulling the back of your robe

“Huh? what-”

“You look ill, do you need me to walk you to the hospital wing?”

“Walk the long way with me to defence against the dark arts?”

He nodded and the two of you left, splitting off from Daphne and Blaise.

You walked in silence for a bit

“Are you going to tell me what the matter is?” He stopped and faced you for a second

“I found out who sent me the cake” You admitted, continuing to walk

“And?”

“It was Terry Boot.”

Draco started to laugh.  “You’re lying”

“I swear but this isn't even the worst part” You were beginning to explain but he wouldn't stop laughing. “Draco, I’m serious! stop laughing there's more!”

He calmed down after a few seconds and you continued.

“I tried rejecting him nicely, but he just didn't take it. So I lied and told him I’m going out with someone”

“Oh? whos the unlucky bugger?”

You slapped his arm. “It's you”

“Me?” He looked genuinely shocked.

“I’m sorry it was the first name that came into my mind. But I just wanted to give you a heads up because he’ll probably tell his friends and the whole school will probably find out! Ugh I’m sorry Draco”

“Sorry for what?”

“Well that everyone’s going to think we're together”

“They could think of worse things, Y/N. Plus I don't care what they have to say about me,”

“you're not angry?”

“Of course not, people thought we were going out anyway.”

“Thank you, Draco, seriously”

“You know, we might as well make it believable, just until he moves on, something tells me Boot isn't going to let this drop.”

“What do you mean believable?”

“Like act like we’re a couple. Hold hands, you know all of that”

“But what about all your admirers”

“I could care less about them, your happiness and safety matters more than the opinions of the mediocre witches and wizards in this school”

You felt your heart swell a bit, you honestly didn't expect Draco to prioritise you like this. “So we should just fake it until he gets a girlfriend?”

“Exactly, just follow my lead”

You two ended up being a minute late to your lesson. He took your hand in his and the two of you walked in after everyone had taken their seats.

“Mr Malfoy, Miss Y/L/N, you are late to my lesson” Snape stated.

The whole class turned and looked at you, noting your hand clearly being held by Draco

“Sorry professor, we accidentally walked the long way from potions” Draco explained, swinging your hands.

“Two points from Slytherin, take your seats.” The two of you sat down.

“You and Draco?” Daphne hissed, knowing how long you had been crushing on him.

“Mind your business, Greengrass” Draco replied, sitting back in his chair putting his arm around the back of your seat.

“I'll explain later,” You promised, not wanting to piss off Snape, by talking in his lesson, any more than you already had.

For the rest of the day, you were ogled at like some caged animal in a zoo. Students from every year glanced and immediately dissolved into whispers with their friends. Word clearly travels fast around Hogwarts. You walked out of your last lesson with Daphne, getting ready to head to the Slytherin common room before dinner.

“You better be getting ready to explain this whole thing to me.” She said, pulling you away from the other students

“Yes, as soon as we get to our dorm-”

“Mind if I steal my girlfriend from you, Daphne?” Draco interrupted, appearing from what seemed to be nowhere.

“Yes I do actually,” She replied, pulling you further from Draco.

“Too bad, I’ll be taking her anyway”

“I swear I’ll tell you daph-” You explained apologetically, pulling your arm from her grasp.

Daphne stomped her foot like a toddler and turned to walk to the Slytherin common room. You, on the other hand, were stood with Draco, getting, even more, stares because the two of you were finally stood together, giving feeding truth into the rumour that was swirling around the school. He put his arm lazily around your shoulders and the two of you began your stroll to a more quiet part of the castle.

“I know you want to tell Daphne everything, but do you think that's wise?” He asked quietly

“Yes, she's my best friend, why wouldn't I?”

“I thought I was, I’m hurt”

“You are, you mug, but she is too”

“You know what a big mouth Daphne has, not to mention you know what she’s like once shes had a bit to drink, she might let it slip.”

You pondered what Draco had said. It was no secret that Daphne Greengrass liked to gossip, but it was also no secret that she couldn't handle her alcohol, spilling some of her families darkest secrets after a few shots. Not to mention had she slipped out that you lied about dating Draco it would be embarrassing for not only you but him.

“Ugh I hate that you’re right”

“When am I not?”

“But what am I supposed to tell her when she asks? She knows when I’m lying”

“Well we did spend basically the entire summer together, we’ll just say it happened then.”

“This is all so stressful! Why couldn't I have thought of another excuse? If I knew this was going to be the outcome, I would have agreed with him and said I found him ugly,” You dropped your head onto his chest. He wrapped both of his arms around you, swaying side to side.

“I know, love, but its too late to go back now”

You and Draco had been in this exact moment before in your friendship, only this time it felt different. You felt like you were more than two best friends consoling one another, it was almost as if you were just two teenagers in love. Only for a short while before reality came crashing down on you, it was all just fake.

The two of you went back to the common room to drop your school bags and robes before making your way to the hall for dinner. Despite it being late, there was still a large proportion of students sat down to eat. You took a deep breath as Draco’s hold on your hand tightened and the two of you walked in. Every single pair of eyes in the room were trained on you, it felt like an eternity before you finally got to your seats on the Slytherin table.

“Finally, you have no excuse not to explain yourself to me now, Y/N” Daphne scoffed.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Greengrass. Were going out, that's it, what more do you want?” Draco retorted.

“Id like to know when, how, where. All of the details, Malfoy”

“Well we started going out in the holidays-” You began to explain before she cut you off.

“Pardon, the summer? As in 6 months ago? You have been hiding your relationship from me, your best friend for 6 whole months?” Daphne’s voice began to rise.

“Daphne-”

“Watch how you talk to my girlfriend, Greengrass, otherwise you'll find you can't speak another word.” Draco practically snarled at her, he looked as though he was about to rip her head off.

“I wanted to tell you, Daph I really did, I just wanted to keep it between Draco and I for a while, just in case it didn't work out, so it wouldn't be awkward.” You explained calmly.

“Hm, I guess that's a valid reason, you’re forgiven for now. But from here on out, I want to know everything. Did you at least find out who that ghastly cake was from?”

“Terry Boot”

She almost choked on her rice. You filled her goblet with some water and slid it to her.

“He confessed to me in potions, I tried to say I wasn't interested but he basically forced me to admit that I had a boyfriend”

“You poor thing,”

She had quickly forgotten and moved onto the next piece of Hogwarts gossip that took her fancy. Draco was engrossed with his own conversations and it hit you, your new reality was Draco Malfoy’s girlfriend, that was until Terry Boot managed to get his own one. It was something you had wanted since the second year, you felt as though you should have been over the moon, one of your most wild fantasies was playing out right in front of you, but you weren't. It wasn't going to last, you were sure he didn't even like you that way, he was just being the kind but overprotective Draco you had got to know over the past few years.

Once you had filled yourselves up with dinner, you and your friends made your way back to the common room, Draco's hand found yours and he held it as you walked down to the dungeons. Once you had got to the common room, Blaise forced a group of fourth years off the sofa in front of the fire and pulled out his deck of exploding snap, which you all played as a group. The warmth of the fire coupled with the comfort of the sofa made you want to curl up and fall asleep, you could feel your eyelids drooping as you tried and failed to suppress a yawn.

“Tired, love?” He asked, tilting his head.

“A little bit, I think I’ll head up to sleep in a bit” You responded, another small yawn passing your lips.

He nodded and simply pulled you into his side, your head falling on his chest and his arm around you resting on your hip

“God, you two are disgusting” Pansy grumbled as she walked past, taking note of you and Draco in your loved-up state.

“We all know you're just jealous you’re not in Y/N’s place” Crabbe laughed.

“Shut up Crabbe,” She snapped, trying to hit him around the back of his head but failing.

Your whole group laughed as she stomped away. You only managed to last another hour before you really were going to fall asleep, though you were reluctant to move from your position, you got up and announced you'd be heading to bed.

“I think I’ll join you.” Daphne yawned, getting up and stretching.

You made a move to leave but were pulled back by Draco.

“Gonna leave without saying goodnight were you?” He smiled

You laughed, “of course not, goodnight, Draco”

He kissed the back of your hand, sending a jolt of electricity from where his lips touched right to your brain, “goodnight, princess”

You smiled and headed up to bed, feeling as though you were floating on cloud 9.

Over the next few days, you had fallen into a routine, he’d wait at the bottom of the stairs from your dormitory for you to come down every morning, as soon as he saw you, he’d chirp a “good morning, love” before walking you to breakfast. He would walk you to and from every lesson that you didn’t have with him, he even went as far as waiting outside the girl's bathroom for you so he could walk with you back to the library. You had to admit it, Draco Malfoy was the best fake boyfriend.

One cold Wednesday afternoon, you were in the middle of a potions lesson, Slughorn was going on and on about the properties of belladonna, he even hinted it would come up in your exam, but all you could focus on was the contractions of your uterus. The first two days of your period were the worst, horrific cramps, bloating, tender boobs and hot flushes. Madam Pomfrey was aware of how debilitating your period was and would always send owls to your teachers informing them you would be absent from lessons, you didn't even care that Snape would find out about your period, all you wanted was to lie in bed. You tried your hardest to ride out the pain for the next 40 minutes of the lesson before you could go to the hospital wing and get something for the pain.

“Just ask Slughorn to leave early,” Daphne whispered.

“This is going to be on the exam, I can't just leave now”

“Y/N, you are literally dying, I’ll give you my notes, just please go to the hospital wing”

“I’ll be fine,”

You took a deep breath and shrugged your robe off you in an attempt to cool down. Draco slide you a note

‘Everything okay?’

‘Yeah, just my period, nothing to worry about :)’

‘Are you sure? I know how bad they get’

‘I’ll be fine, focus on the lesson!’

‘How can I focus when you’re in pain’

‘Oh shut up, I’ll be fine, I’m a big girl’

Draco read your last message and slid the sheet of parchment into his textbook. Another jolt of pain ran across your abdomen, causing you to squeeze your belly in pain. Draco’s arm shot up almost instantaneously.

“Professor, Y/N isn't feeling well, may I escort her to the hospital wing?”

“Of course m’boy”

You glared at Draco before collecting your things. and trying to discreetly leave the classroom without disrupting the lesson further.

“Do feel better Y/L/N” Slughorn called from the front of the room.

“Thank you, professor” you mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Here give me your bag,” He said, going to grab your bag off your shoulder.

“I’m on my period, Draco, not dying”

He held out his hand anyway and you handed him your bag. He knew you hated being touched too much, it made you feel hotter, so he linked his pinky with yours.

“The corridors are empty, you don't need to hold my hand,” you stated, looking around

“I don't need to but I like to, your hands are soft” You saw him blush slightly as he said it. You simply smiled as the two of you walked into the hospital wing.

“Ah, miss Y/L/N, I’ve been expecting a visit from you” Madam Pomfrey went into her store cupboard and produced a violet potion and measured a dose. “You know the drill, come back tomorrow after breakfast and I’ll give you more, I’ll send an owl to your teachers, what’s your next lesson?”

“We have transfiguration” Draco answered for you while you finished downing your medicine.

“Right, well I’ll tell Professor McGonagall you'll both be absent from the lesson, be sure to catch up with the missing work Mr Malfoy”

You thanked Madam Pomfrey before returning to the Slytherin dormitory. The boys had managed to disable the charm that prevented them from coming up into the girls' dorms, so Draco followed you up.

“Draco, honestly I’m fine.” You signed, dropping onto your bed

“You don’t look fine,” He crossed his arms and looked down at you.

“I just need to get into some comfy clothes and lie down and I’ll be fine, I even have chocolate in my trunk.” You crouched down and opened your trunk and fished out your slab of Honeydukes chocolate. surprised to find that you only had 6 squares left.

“That’s hardly enough, wait here.”

“Dra-”

He turned and went down the stairs, leaving you alone. You changed out of your skirt and into some comfy trousers and were about to unbutton your blouse when Draco returned with a full slab of Honeydukes chocolate and his old quidditch jumper.

“I remember you saying how soft this was, I don't need it anymore, you're free to keep it,” He said sheepishly

“Thank you, Draco, seriously” He smiled at you and just stood there, looking at you. “Erm, I need to change,”

He slowly turned around and you unbuttoned your blouse and unhooked your bra throwing it on your bed before putting the jumper on.

“I’m done,”

He turned around, his eyes immediately landing on your black lace bra on your bed, you followed his gaze and quickly snatched the bra and stuffed it back in your trunk.

“I had you pegged for a cotton bra girl myself,” He smirked

“If you think that's scandalous, you should see what I wear on the bottom” you replied, winking. You got under your covers and began to open the chocolate, Draco sat awkwardly at the foot of your bed.

“Why are you sitting like that?”

“I’ve never been in your dormitory before,”

“It's literally the same as yours, come, sit” You moved a bit to the side and he came and sat next to you, stretching his legs out. At this point it was a reflex, his arms wrapped themselves around you as you buried yourself into him.

“Draco,”

“Hmmm”

“Thank you,”

“You’ve said that already”

“I mean it, honestly,”

“Anything for you, princess”. You two fell into a comfortable silence as you lay on his chest, being lulled to sleep by his chest rising and falling.

You were awoken by a loud squeal, you blinked and slowly opened your eyes.

“You two are just the cutest!” Daphne shouted.

You looked around confused for a moment until you saw what was in Daphne’s hand. She handed you a small bouquet of roses with a note attached that read:

I didn't have the heart to wake you, I’ll bring you dinner if you're not up to coming down, I hope you feel better, love - D x

You smiled as you conjured up a small vase filled with water. It was time to admit it, you were deeply, truly and utterly in love with Draco Malfoy

A Hogsmeade trip had been planned for that weekend, at first, you were planning on skipping it, but after some convincing, you decided you’d go. You decided to replenish your potions store, as well as getting some more quills and ink. Draco treated you to some sweets from Honeydukes, before you and your group headed into the three broomsticks to grab a butterbeer before you returned to the castle. You sat in a booth with Blaise, Daphne, Goyle and Pansy, choosing to squeeze yourself right in the corner. Blaise got up to order the drinks returning a few moments later with six butterbeers in his hands. The six of you fell into a discussion about the quidditch tournament, the boys getting heated over Ravenclaw’s win over Slytherin in their last match. After a while Daphne excused herself to go to the bathroom, only to run back a few moments later.

“You will not guess who I just saw snogging Hannah Abbott in the women’s toilet” Daphne yelled, sitting back in her seat at the end of the table.

You all looked at her, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Terry fucking Boot!”

The whole group looked at you and Draco. At that moment you felt a million different emotions, recently it had felt like you weren't faking anymore, you had tricked yourself into thinking that it was all real, forgetting about your deal with Draco. But you knew that this revelation meant it was all over, you and Draco would fake an amicable break-up and remain to be best friends and the thought of that killed you.

“Well, at least now he won't get hexed for looking at my girlfriend” Draco joked.

You smiled and took a sip of your butterbeer. Once you had all finished your drinks, you returned to the castle and settled in your spot in the common room. You were sat with Draco but all you could think about was how this little bubble you were in was going to burst soon. You practically zoned out, your eyes losing focus as you stared at the fire.

“Are you quite alright? You look as though you’ve been stunned” Daphne asked, looking confused.

“Mmm I don’t feel too good, I don't think being out in the cold was a good idea” you mumbled, blinking slowly.

Daphne came and felt your forehead.

“You do feel a bit warm, why don’t you go lie down for a while”

You agreed and went up to lie in your bed for a while. You ended up skipping dinner too, you played up your symptoms to Daphne and she left you alone out of fear that she’d catch whatever you had. You didn’t end up getting out of bed until the next morning, barely having the energy to brush your teeth before you trudged to the great hall for breakfast in your pyjamas. Draco saw you come in and his eyes lit up, he was worried after Daphne told him you were sick. As soon as you sat down he began to pile food into your plate.

“Whoa calm down, I’ll barely be able to eat half of that” You pushed his hand back to the bowl of baked beans prompting him to drop the spoon back into the bowl.

“You haven’t eaten since yesterday, you must be starving, love”

You shook your head reaching for a cereal bowl instead. He looked at you concern filling his face. He kept glancing over at you while you ate, making note of your unusual silence. Once he had noticed you stopped eating your cereal squeezed your hand under the table, you pulled your hand away and acted as though you were scratching an itch on the side of your neck.

“Y/N why don’t we take a visit to madam Pomfrey, just to make sure you’re okay”

“I’m fine Draco, it’s probably just a cold”

“Draco’s right, you should make sure it’s nothing contagious or something” Daphne agreed

“Fine, let’s go then” You dusted your pyjamas off and got up, defeated.

You followed Draco out of the great hall. He began walking the opposite direction to the hospital wing and pulled you into a deserted part of the corridor.

“Are you okay?” He asked immediately, his tall frame towering over you.

“I’m just tired Draco, that’s all”

“You can’t lie to me, I’m your best friend”

“I’m not lying, I’m just tired, I haven’t been sleeping well the past few days”

“Has someone said something? Threatened you? I swear if I get my hands on them”

“No ones done anything. You don’t need to keep the overprotective boyfriend act up anymore, we’re alone and Terry has a girlfriend now”

“Act?” His face had fallen and he turned to look away

“Draco?”

“You really thought it was all an act?”

“Was it not? You said it yourself, we were faking it until he got a girlfriend so that he wouldn’t try and make a move on me”

“How can you be one of the smartest witches in our house but be so dense at the same time. “

“Excuse me,”

“It wasn't an act for me”

Your heart stopped.

“What?” you honestly couldn’t believe what you were hearing

“It wasn't an act for me. I didn't do all that just because I wanted Boot to back off, I did it cause I’ve fancied you for a while” Draco began pacing, as he explained himself

“but-”

“You said you would have gone out with the sender of that cake if it wasn't anonymously sent. I don't know why, but it didn’t sit right with me. I didn't like the fact that you were willing to go out with someone that wasn't me.”

“So you waited for me to find out who did send it, so you could propose this crazy idea?”

“I didn’t expect you to find out, hell I didn't even know I was going to say it, but once you agreed to go along with it, I felt like maybe you’d see that us being more than just best friends wasn't that bad, and maybe you'd be willing to give me a chance.”

“Can I let you in on a little secret?”

He stopped and looked down at you and nodded,

“I've fancied you since second year”

He smiled and grabbed both your hands

“And since we’ve been fake going out, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you now,”

“Say that again”

“I’m in love with you Draco,”

“Say it again,” he said, placing his hands on your cheeks and staring into your eyes with adoration.

You laughed “I love you”

“I love you so much more, princess. Way more than I can even explain”

You beamed up at him, you felt like you could honestly explode at this point. all those years of crushing on him and wishing you could tell him how you felt, and here you were.

“I'm going to kiss you” He whispered

“I think it's about time you did”

He moved slowly before giving you a sweet but passionate kiss. His lips were softer than you thought they'd be.

“At least now we don't need to worry about telling our friends,” You joked, resting your forehead against his.

He laughed and kissed you again. Something you know you would never get tired of. As cliche as it seemed, you did it, your best friend was now your boyfriend. It was just you and Draco, safe in your perfect bubble.

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[maladaptive---daydreamer]

No more secrets

(This is set in 6th year, no voldemort being back business)

Sunlight filtered through the dormitory windows onto your sleeping form. You had asked your older brother to teach you a charm to bewitch your windows to reflect the weather outside, growing tired for the green murk courtesy of the black lake. You fluttered your eyes, blinking the sleep from them and rolled over to check the small clock at your bedside. Despite it being the weekend your body still woke you up at 7 am like clockwork, causing you to groan in frustration and smack your bedsheets

“Some of us are trying to fall back to sleep, you know” Daphne grumbled from her bed, beside you.

“Seize the day miss Greengrass” you replied, deciding you might as well get out of bed and follow your own advice.

You kicked your sheets off and made your bed before gathering your things and heading to the prefects bathroom for a shower. You returned to the dormitory with clean hair that smelt of your apple shampoo dressed in some comfy muggle clothes you purchased. Despite their shortcomings, muggles really knew how to dress comfortably. You had stumbled across Piccadilly Circus while trying to get to Diagon Alley during the Christmas break in your fourth year while on your own. In one of the shops you had seen joggers folded on a display and just had to purchase them, they were warm and soft, perfect for cold days.

“My, my what would your pure blood ancestors say if they saw you dressed like a muggle” Daphne teased from her bed.

“Someone has to be the family disappointment don’t they” You replied, putting your clothes in the laundry basket.

“I highly doubt you’re the family disappointment, Y/N, you’re top of the class in basically everything, you’re the first prefect in your family too!” Lily said. She was easily the most positive witch in Slytherin house and hated to see you bring yourself down like that

“Well, Granger is all those things and she’s a mudblood, our parents don’t care about academics as much as you’d think they do” Pansy interjected

“Pansy, no one asked you. As I recall this was a conversation between Daphne, Lily and myself” you snapped, knowing she was attempting to remind Lily of her half-blood status.

Pansy scoffed and rolled her eyes, over the last few weeks she had really been struggling to hide her dislike for you. It didn’t bother you, Pansy was a bitch to put it quite plainly. You wondered how someone could be so venomous and be content with their life.

You began to gather your things to head to the library after breakfast. 6th year meant you and your classmates were inundated with homework from all your classes. You hoped you could get ahead of your work so you could keep Sunday free.

“It’s literally Saturday, why are you voluntarily doing work?” Daphne asked, her head barely visible from under her duvet cocoon.

“If I didn’t, who would you run to at 11pm on Sunday evening because you forgot to write your charms essay?”

“You are a true friend Y/N Y/L/N”

“Hey, Y/N,” Pansy hollered

You looked at Pansy and waited for her to speak

“If you see Draco at breakfast, you mind telling him I’ll be a bit late?”

“I don’t think he’ll care Pans” Daphne replied for you

“Oh but he will, we’re going to the library to do out potions work together”

You were about to frown but stopped yourself, Draco had promised you that the two of you would write your 3 feet of parchment together. Lily caught your eye knowing how you felt about the platinum blond.

“Sure thing Parkinson” You said, with a sickly sweet smile.

You turned on your heel and went down the stairs into the Slytherin common room, despite it being only 8.30 on a Saturday morning, the common room was densely populated with slytherin students of all ages. A small group of second years were sitting on the floor playing gobstones in your path. They looked up and paled, scrambling to move out of your way.

“Scaring second years now are we Y/L/N” The voice of your friend Blaise Zabini asked.

“Me? Of course not, Zabini, I’ll leave that to you and your friends” you replied waking out of the portrait hole

“It hurts me that you think so lowly of us” He feigned hurt as he began to walk alongside you

“I apologise for hurting your feelings”

“What would your father have to say, hearing you apologise to a half blood”

“Here’s me thinking you knew me better, you already know I don’t care for the purity of blood”

“Where are you headed to after breakfast”

“The library, I’ve got a ton of homework to do”

“Have you heard about the party the 7th years are planning?”

“Nope, not that I’m interested anyway”

“This is coming from the girl who managed to get half the quidditch team drunk off fire whiskey the last time we had a party”

“What can I say, academia looks better on me”

“I can’t say I disagree with that. You should still come, bring your friends along too, it’s been a while since we all got together.”

“I’ll see if Daphne and Lily want to come along.”

The two of you had reached the door of the Great Hall

“There you are Zabini, we’ve been waiting for ages” Draco yelled from across the room

You and Blaise walked to your normal spot on the Slytherin table. He took a seat and you stood behind the bench.

“By the way, Malfoy, Parkinson said she’ll be late. Have to do the potions essay you promised you’d do with me a bit later”

“Y/N I-”

You rolled your eyes and opted to grab some sliced of toast wrapped in some tissue and go straight to the library rather than listen to whatever excuse Draco had planned to spew out.

You settled yourself near the fireplace pulling your textbooks out and laying them around you. You managed to write your charms essay, aswell as your Defence Against the Dark Arts essay and some reading for Transfiguration. You looked up at the big clock in the library and noticed it was past two, your stomach rumbled, clearly upset at the measly breakfast of 2 slices of buttered toast and some water. You gathered all your books again and stuffed them back into your bag and headed to the kitchens. The house elves were well aware of what you preferred to eat for lunch and handed it to you wrapped in a gingham handkerchief, you settled yourself by the window eating your lunch enjoying the view over the grounds.

“Y/N”

You looked up to see the face of your academic rival.

“Hermione”

“Do you mind if I take a seat?”

You shook your head and she sat down next to you.

“I was wondering if you could help me”

“Wow the great Hermione Granger needs help? From me?”

“I- nevermind it was silly of me” She got up feeling flustered and began to walk away

“Lighten up, Granger, it was a joke”

“What would you do if you liked someone, but they had a girlfriend and probably don’t like you back?”

“You’ve finally admitted you like Weasley huh” You patted the window sill next to you, prompting her to sit down

“What? No! Ron-“

“You do know Lavender has been slipping him love potions right?”

“But that’s against the rules! She could get expelled for that”

“She doesn’t care Hermione, if I were you I’d slip a bezoar down Weasley’s throat and see what happens after that”

“How do you know? That she’s been making him drink love potions?”

“I saw her buying some in hogsmeade”

“Well thank you for your help” 

“Can I ask why you thought I’d be the best person to come to for this advice?”

“Well to be quite frank, I don’t know myself. All my other friends are Ron’s friends too, I didn’t want them telling him anything. And we’ll you’ve been the kindest to me, and I would like to think despite everything you respect me. So thank you for your help” With that she got up and began to walk away

“Hey by the way, Granger, he’d be an idiot to turn you down”

Hermione flashed you a true genuine smile before returning to the Gryffindor common room.

You finished the remnants of your lunch and headed back to the dormitory. Daphne and Lily hadn’t left their spots on their beds.

“Who’s up for a party tonight?” You asked the both of them, a wide grin across your face.

After some further information from some 7th year girls, you, Daphne and Lily found yourselves standing outside the room of requirement at 9pm. Despite being a small, debaucherous get-together, in true Slytherin fashion the three of you were still impeccably dressed. You wore a thin silver satin blouse with a plunging neckline, a blouse he bought for you over the summer, along with some fitted black paper bag trousers and a pair of Chanel flats.

The door opened to reveal a room that looked exactly like the Slytherin common room only the table in front of the fire was covered in alcohol and snacks. Blaise, Draco, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle were sat in a small group off to the side. Draco’s head snapped up when he heard the door open and he looked as though his breath catched in his throat. You knew he was trying not to stare but it was like he couldn’t move his eyes off you. You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t the effect you wanted to have. Daphne ran off to a 6th year boy that she had been flirting with and you and Lily headed over to your friends.

“You made it!” Blaise exaclaimed getting up to hug you.

You saw dracos knuckles whiten even more as he gripped his butterbeer. You hugged Blaise back, after all, it was Draco who wanted to keep the two of you a secret. Blaise hugged Lily too and the two of you sat down. You made a point to sit directly opposite Draco, forcing Blaise to sit on the arm of the sofa with his arm resting on its back. A butterbeer had been forced into your hand which you sipped every once in a while whilst making conversation with your friends. You had noticed Pansy almost sticking to Draco’s side. She’d laugh overly loud at any small thing he said, even if it wasn’t funny, and failed to get Draco to dance with her numerous times.

After a while the 7th years announced the commencement of a drinking game. They placed an empty bottle on the floor and spun it, if it landed on you, you had to choose a truth or a dare, if you didnt want to do the option you selected, youd have to take a double shot of firewhiskey. You chose to sit it out, standing on the outside of the circle only a few steps away from Draco, who coincidentally also decided to sit out.

“I like the blouse” He commented, taking a swig of his butterbeer

“Thank you, it was a gift” You replied, folding your arms together to accentuate your cleavage. 

“Would have preferred you wearing it with just the two of us. Goyle won’t stop staring at you.”

“Well if you offered to take me to a nicer place than a broom cupboard or the empty classroom on the fourth floor, then maybe I’d wear it”

“I was told you were talking to Granger today”

“And? Am I not allowed to speak to people?”

“Not that filthy mudblood”

“Does it really hurt your feelings that bad that she’s smarter than you despite being muggle born that the ONLY thing you can comment on is her blood status?”

“I don’t want you to be seen talking to her again”

“Newsflash, you can’t tell me what to do. I’m not Parkinson, I won’t obey you like some lost dog.” And with that you moved further away from him leaning on a column in the corner of the room. 

So far people had only chosen to spill truths, some choosing to take shots instead of their truths. Daphne and her little boyfriend had been dared to enjoy 7 minutes in heaven, made possible by a random broom cupboard supplied by the room of requirement, it had been more than seven minutes and you were sure you’d get a detailed play by play back in the dorms. The empty bottle of fire whiskey landed on Charlie, he joined hogwarts in 5th year after being in America for the last few years.

“Truth or dare Charles?” Blaise asked, rubbing his hands together

“Truth”

“Who do you think is the most beautiful girl in this room?”

“Oh that’s easy, Y/N”

The whole group turned to look at you. You could see from the corner of your eye that Draco had tensed up. He himself slowly turned his head to look at you

“I have to admit, Charlie, you have great taste. You’ll go far in this world” You said, smiling.

“I’ll go as far as you want me to”

This caused the whole group to laugh and return to their game. You checked the clock and saw that it was getting close to 1am. You tapped Lily’s shoulder and she got up.

“Leaving already girls?” Blaise asked from his spot infront of the fire

“It’s getting late, parties aren’t Y/N’s scene anymore anyway” Lily replied smoothing out her skirt

“I’ll walk you back to the dormitory, I’m rather bored here myself” Draco offered, finally getting free of Pansy

“No need, Lily and I are big girls, we can get ourselves back without Filch finding us.” You replied cooly

“I insist”

“No no, Draco. Stay, enjoy the festivities”

You and Lily snuck out of the room of requirement and returned to the dorms undetected.

“What was going on with you and Draco?” She asked while the two of you were getting ready for bed

“Nothing”

“It sounded like the two of you were having a tense conversation”

“You know how Draco can be, always trying to one up everyone”

“Did you hear about Pansy and Draco?” She asked once she was comfy in her bed.

“No” you put your hair brush back in the drawer and got under your own covers

“I heard from Marietta in the year above that Parkinson was bragging about how her and Draco went on a date today. Apparently he took her to the black lake for a picnic”

“Well good for them, I hope they’re happy”

“I know you like him but maybe now she’ll stop being such a raging bitch”

“Maybe, goodnight Lily”

“Goodnight Y/N”

You weren’t crazy, you knew Draco wasn’t stupid enough to even attempt to cheat on you. Your family was just as affluent and your father was just as influential as Lucius for him to know that a cheating scandal between two of the oldest pure blood lines would not turn out well for him. Yet it did nothing to stop the anger bubbling up inside you.

You and Draco began to get closer during your 5th year. You two studied together often and you both were prefects, made to patrol the corridors at night. It was inevitable for the two of you to strike up a bond. You didnt expect your bond to become so strong that an owl would end up dropping a letter on your bed one rainy summer afternoon, with a letter from Draco enclosed about how bored he was over the holiday. The two of you sent letters back and forth, he even floo’d into your bedroom when your parents were out. On the first hogsmeade trip of the year, he asked you to join him and he asked you to be his girlfriend. However, he wanted to keep your relationship a secret. He knew that people would talk and both of your parents would find out, it would lead to talks for the future, something he was not ready for. You saw where he was coming from and agreed, you just didn’t think it would end up like this. In the beginning he tried, he really did, he’d leave cute notes in your bag, he’d hold your hand under the table, save you a seat at dinner, even sneak you into his dormitory, but a few weeks ago, it all suddenly seemed to stop. But you were sick of it. You deserved to be treated better than you were being treated right now.

You awoke on Sunday feeling slightly less angry than you did when you went to sleep. Sunday’s were the day you and Draco would lock yourselves in an old empty classroom on the fourth floor and finally get to be yourselves. You went down to breakfast and sat in your usual seat, waiting for him to make his way down. You were half way through a bowl of cereal when you noticed him walk in with his boys, and Pansy. You dropped your spoon into your bowl causing milk to splash everywhere

“Merlin’s beard Y/N!” Daphne yelled, scooching to the side

You and Lily grabbed some napkins to clean up the small spillage.

“I’ve suddenly lost my appetite” You deadpanned

You got up and walked past draco, purposely bumping his shoulder on your way out. It hurt you more than it hurt him but you still had a point to make.

“Jeez Y/L/N, watch where youre-” Pansy Scoffed

“Oh fuck off pansy” 

“Y/N!” 

You ignored him and carried on walking out of the hall. You heard his footsteps behind you and he managed to catch up to you, grabbing you by the wrist.

“What is the matter with you?” He demanded

“Me? What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothings wrong with me you’re the one acting crazy”

“Firstly, I don’t like your tone. If you’re going to shout at me I refuse to listen to another word.”

“I’m sorry but I don’t understand what the issue is”

“My issue is YOU”

You ended up raising your voice to a volume too loud for Draco’s liking and he pulled you into a nearby storage cupboard.

“This is my problem draco, being forced to hide everything. Arguing in a fucking broom cupboard for fucks sake.” You sighed

“Y/N, you know how-“

“No, I am tired, Draco, sick and tired of hiding, of keeping secrets, of not being able to come and collapse next to you when I’m upset”

“You can still do that,”

“No I can’t, you always surrounded by one of your posse members. If it’s not Crabbe or Goyle then it’s fucking Parkinson. Did you know she’s going round telling everyone you took her to the black lake for a picnic?”

“She said what? I didn’t even see her yesterday, Blaise and I went to the quidditch pitch after breakfast.” He had a face of visible disgust on his face at the thought of people thinking him and Pansy were a thing.

“Well yeah now the whole school thinks you’re going out with Parkinson and you’re not going to say anything to stop those rumours”

“You know why, princess”

“Yeah you don’t want to think about the future. But if thinking about a future with me really scares you so much Draco, why are you still with me? Surely if you just kept yourself single, you’d have no future to worry about and no girlfriend breathing down your neck”

“You know that’s not what I mean”

“Then what do you mean? Because -” you cut him off, you were starting to get annoyed and he could sense it

“If you stopped interrupting me, I’d be able to explain my thoughts” He said calmly, placing both his hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him in the eye.

“Speak then”

“Yes I don’t want to think about my future. I don’t want to think about what ministry career I’ll be forced into to keep up my family’s reputation, who I’ll be forced to call my friend for the sake of appearances, what I need to name my first born child. I don’t want to think about all the skeletons in the Malfoy family wardrobe that I’ve yet to discover. This, me and you, it’s so innocent, so pure. You get me, you see me for more than my family name. And I want to protect this. I don’t want our parents getting involved and tainting what we have.”

“It’s the only way we-”

“Interrupt me once more and I’ll hex you.” 

You closed your mouth and decided to listen for just a short while more.

“However, if the key to your happiness, and the future of our relationship, is for everyone, including our parents, to find out about us. Then I will walk straight into that hall and stand on the table and announce it to the whole school.”

“You really mean that?”

He nodded

“So if your father sent you an owl tomorrow that says we have to get married in the summer...” you linked your wrists together behind his neck, swaying slightly as you looked up at him

“I’ll marry you. I would sacrifice my own life if it meant I could see you smile.”

“Bit dramatic there, Malfoy” you laughed

“You taught me well, Y/L/N”

“I’d rather you didn’t embarrass the both of us by getting up on the table. You can hold my hand though.”

“Anything for the Slytherin princess.”

You smiled and gave him a quick kiss before getting out of the broom closet. Draco took your hand and held it firmly in his as you both walked into the great hall.

He started to think out loud about his breakfast but you watched for the reactions of your peers as you made your way to your table, no one was really shocked, most of them looked up and smiled excitedly before chattering to their friends, you walked past the gryffindor table and heard the words ‘bet’ and ‘owe’ get thrown about. Once you got to your friends Draco waited for you to sit down, right next to Pansy, before sitting on your other side with his arm around your waist.

“Y/L/N and Malfoy? I never saw that one coming” Blaise laughed, the sarcasm evident in his voice.

“Well get used to it, Zabini, cause you’ll be seeing it a whole lot more” You responded, moving closer into Draco’s lap.

Long gone were the days of hiding, as well as the days of Pansy Parkinson thinking she could steal your man. 

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[maladaptive---daydreamer]

long time no talk

Hi guys lmao

I basically dropped off the face of the earth like 3 years ago. However, I found dracotok and felt this urge to start writing again. This is mostly just going to be me writing whatever I feel like writing about both Harry Potter and now Criminal Minds because erm Derek Morgan is just beautiful. So if you guys would like to then you can send in any requests, or if you just want to be nice and throw some inspiration my way. but yeah I’m also not sure if ill be writing for all the shows I used to write for, so sorry about that lmao :)

[maladaptive---daydreamer]

#VeryBothered

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader

Summary/Request: A bunch of people asked for a part two to #Unbothered so here it is.

Word Count: 3130

A/N: Italics indicate a shift in perspective. This was meant to be fluff but it turned out to be the complete opposite. #sorrynotsorry

Hair? Check.

Makeup? Check.

Purse? Check.

Card, just in case? Check.

Keys? Check

You heard the honk of the horn of your cab and rushed out of your house. Once you’d sat down in the backseat and told the driver your destination, your phone went off - Damon.

Damon: What are you doing tonight?

Y/N: Got a date. Sorry babe xx

Damon: Biggest eye roll in history.

Y/N: Did you really just full stop me?  Wow, Damon

Damon: Send me your location in case you need an emergency pick up

Y/N: Yes sir

You used the send location feature and then locked your phone, sliding it into your clutch bag. It had been 4 months since you met Damon and found out about his abilities. Since then the two of you had become best friends. Your friendship came easily and you two bounced off each other’s sarcastic comments and sexual minds.

You were on your way to a date with a guy you met in the men's department of H&M. You gave him advice on a few t-shirts and he asked for your number. He told you to meet him at an upscale burger joint 20 minutes from your house. The cab driver dropped you off at the kerb right outside the burger place. You quickly paid him and got out of the cab to see your date, Ryan, smoking a cigarette outside.

“Hey, Y/N”

“Hey” You replied, hugging him and kissing his cheek.

He killed his cigarette and threw the butt into a bin before leading you into the restaurant. 

“I hope you like burgers,” He said with a smile as you waited for your table.

“pizza and burgers are my go to”

“Burger Boutique? what kind of name is that for a burger place?” Damon scoffed.

“Will you just admit to yourself that you're jealous?” Stefan replied leaning back in his seat.

“I am not jealous, Stefan, I'm just annoyed that this guy is taking my best friend, whom I care for dearly, to the shittest place possible for a first date”

“No, you're annoyed that the woman you love is out on a date with another guy because you were too scared to make a move.”

“Y’know brother, you might just be onto something here”

“Aren’t I always?”

Damon flicked his middle finger up as he collected his car keys and left the house. He got into his car and set the GPS for the restaurant. Once he was there he threw his keys into the valet’s hand and picked up a random ticket stub from the stand. He walked in and scanned the restaurant to see where they were seated.

“Hi, welcome to Burger Boutique, I’m Clara. Can I have your reservation name please?”

“Not here on a reservation here to see a friend”

“Well I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until your friend leaves sir, I can’t let you past this point without a reservation.”

Damon growled in frustration before putting his hands on the hostess’ face and compelling his entrance.He spotted the two of them giggling away in the corner of the restaurant and his inquisitiveness got the better of him as he strained to listen to their conversation over the music and chatter.

“So my boss just walks out of his office with coffee all down his shirt and the client walks out a few seconds later holding a cheque and his brand new coffee machine”

“I would kill to work in your office”

“I could sort out a transfer you know. I mean you're great at what you do and our company could really use someone as driven and ambitious as you.”

“I’ll think about it”

It took Damon a moment to realise that he needed to distract Y/N and so he sent her a quick text about an emergency and her needing to call him. He watched as her phone went off and she checked it. She apologised and went into the ladies bathroom.

Damon took this as his chance and went to the table sitting in Y/N’s seat.

“Yo dude, my date’s supposed to be sitting there”

“Your ‘date’ just so happens to be the love of my life so you're going to tell her somethings come up and leave. Do you understand?” Damon said staring into Ryan’s eyes.

Damon got up and returned to his spot hidden in the restaurant. He watched as she Sat down and Ryan quickly blurt out his excuse. He dropped 2 fifties on the table and rushed out leaving Y/N there extremely confused. Damon followed Ryan out and stood outside the restaurant waiting for her to come out. She came out with her head down and Damon took this as his queue to make his presence known.

“Shit date?” He asked.

You looked up and saw Damon standing with his hands in his pockets.Your head dropped again as you laughed out a ‘yeah’

“Why don’t we go to the bar-”

“What are you doing here? I thought you said that there was an emergency? I went to call you back and when you didn't answer I went back to the table to see Ryan had gone too”

The realisation dawned on you.

“You’re a complete and utter ass. I hope you rot.”

“Y/N-”

“Don’t even think you can talk to me. Leave me the fuck alone, Damon”

“We can talk this out”

“You fucking wish. Go run back to Elena you son of a bitch.” 

To your luck, a cab was driving past and you quickly hailed it asking the driver get you away from Damon as fast as he could.You were seething. You spent the entire car ride with your hands fisted. You wanted nothing more than to punch the bastard in his smug face but you knew you’d end up needing to drink his blood again, something that was no longer a rare occurrence. The cab driver dropped you off and gave you the ride on the house thinking that you had just broken up with your boyfriend. You gave a half smile as you trudged back into your house wanting nothing more than to sleep.

Damon was selfish. You knew that. You just didn’t think that he’d stop you from getting your happiness. 

You spent the next week avoiding Damon and Damon related activities. No boarding house, no grill, no hospital, no police department. You went from home to work and from work to home. no stopping unnecessarily which worked for Monday through Saturday but then Sunday rolled around, your boss insisted that you take a day off work and refused to pay you for any overtime you did on Sunday so you were forced to stay home. You woke up at 7 am and cleaned your house from top to bottom. At midday, you stopped cleaning, showered and went grocery shopping. You dropped off the groceries and put them away before feeling brave enough to venture out to get some pizza as a treat for avoiding Damon the whole week.

All it took was a quick car ride to Tony's and then a 2-minute walk to the park to enjoy your pizza pie and a bottle of Lorraine's freshly made lemonade. You parked your car up and walked into Tony's. The smell of freshly baked pizza invaded your nostrils and you immediately felt welcome. Due to the popularity of Tony's restaurant, it was hard for him to amass regulars like other pizzerias but you were one of the very few people who made it to regular status. Regular status meant that there was always a bottle of lemonade and a slice of tiramisu and cheesecake on hold for you.

"Aye, Y/N!"

"Hey Marcus, where's your dad?"

"Doctors appointment. You want the usual?"

"please"

Marcus nodded and called your order out. You took a seat on one of the stools as you waited for your pizza to be made.

"Where's Damon at?"

"He and I are in an argument right now."

Marcus nodded and didn't press any further. Instead, he unlocked his phone and began texting someone else. 10 minutes later your pizza was ready and you headed over to the park.

You found an empty picnic table under a tree and set your stuff down. You opened up your iPad to a new episode of a show you were watching and took a slice of your pizza.

Moments later the sun that was coming from behind you was blocked and a man sat in front of you on the other side of the bench.

"You've been avoiding me"

"Gee I wonder how you got that impression?"

"Y/N, I'm sorry"

"I liked him, Damon, I really did. He was smart, funny, driven. He liked the same shows as me and hated mushroom on pizza like me too.  I really felt like we could have had a relationship. Now you've probably compelled him to choke on his tongue when he's 10 feet near me."

"I just couldn't let him be with you"

"Why, because Elena left you for your brother and now you're alone and so now everyone else needs to be alone too? I'm not putting my life on hold for you, Damon. Unlike you, I don't have the rest of eternity to spend wasting my life away. In 60-70 years I'll be dead. I will not spend those years alone because my best friend couldn't find someone to be with."

"I like you god damn it. No, I love you. I found you sexy from the moment you told me to fuck off that night and I fell for you the moment you trusted me not to kill you.  You of all people know how hard it is for me to love. I get obsessed, I go crazy. I become weak. But if all of that is to be with you I don't care."

"No way, you're not guilt tripping me-"

"How am I guilt tripping you?"

"You want me to feel pity for you and you want me to be like' Oh Damon I love you too let's go back to your house where I spend the entirety of our relationship wrapped in wool and forbidden from doing anything.' Not today, Satan, not today"

"Did you just call me Satan?"

"Yeah because you're a devilish prick"

"We're going off topic here"

"What do you want me to say to you? That I love you too? You can hear from my heartbeat that I'm lying."

"I want you to say that it's okay. That what I did is justified and that you'll give me a chance."

"What you did isn't okay. You put your feelings before mine and meddled with my love life. You compelled the one guy that I thought I had a connection with into leaving me mid way through our date. Do you know how fucking embarrassing it is to have to ask for the bill after every single waitress and waiter just saw the guy you were having dinner with bolt out? No, you don't because you're Damon Selfish Salvatore. Nothing can justify what you did. Nothing"

"I haven't felt like this for anyone else except Elena-""

Here we go with the Elena BULLSHIT. Elena this, Elena that. Elena would run through the forest with me. Elena would stake a guy. Elena wouldn't think this irrationally. News fucking flash Salvatore, I'm not Elena. I won't be Elena, I won't like Elena. I won't replace Elena."

"I'm not asking you to"

"Are you sure, because throughout our friendship she's come first. Like that night I called in a code blue and you blew me off. I had to spend the anniversary of my grandmother's death alone because Elena needed a shoulder to cry on. Or the night I was at a work party and my car wouldn't start. 'Sorry Y/N, I can't make it. Elena's here and she's really sad.' Or there was the night I got attacked by a vampire when I was on the way to see you and your brother was the one who saved me. Your brother was the one who made me drink his blood so that I wouldn't bleed out on the sidewalk. You wanna know why Stefan was the one to save me, Damon?"

Damon stared down at the grass. 

"Because you were too busy with your head up Elena's ass that you completely forgot we were going out to celebrate my promotion. So you tell me that I'm not just a replacement for her" 

“You're not. You never will be. I only loved Elena because of my obsession with Katherine. She means nothing to me. I swear to you. Please just let me make this up to you.”

“Damon, I’m not going to give you false hope. I don’t know where this leaves us. I don’t know if I still want to be your friend.”

“I understand. But Friday night. I’m going to have your date all set up. If you find it in your heart to forgive me and give me a chance I’ll be waiting all night”

“Damon-”

But he had already gone. Leaving you an angry, emotional wreck. You slammed the lid of your pizza box shut and angrily shoved your things back into your bag before stomping back to your car and driving back home. 

You walked into the kitchen to drop off your pizza box to see flowers on the kitchen counter. 

“Please, I’m begging you, forgive me. D”

You scrunched up the note and were about to throw the vase on the floor when the vase went from mid air back onto the counter.

“I never invited you in”

“Yes, you did when I had to carry your limp corpse back home.”

“Fuck now both of your crazy Salvatores are allowed in my safe haven.”

“I take it your conversation with Damon went well.”

“Fucking amazing”

“Damon is never the best when it comes to conveying emotion. When he has feelings towards someone he doesn't act right.”

“He embarrassed me on my date with a guy I really liked!”

“I understand your frustration, but at least consider coming on Friday.”

“Stefan”

“He loves you, Y/N. I know you don’t feel the same and you never viewed him in that way but at least give him a chance.”

“I did. In the beginning, I liked him, a lot. But Elena was in the way, so I got over him and Ryan was the first guy I felt a genuine attraction to and could see myself falling in love with him.”

“That’s good, we can work on that”

“No, we can’t Stef. I had feelings for him and I had to get over them because there was someone else in the picture. When the roles are reversed he uses his stupid vampire bullshit to get the other person out of the picture. Don’t you see how unfair that shit is?”

“It’s going to take me time to figure things out. I don’t even know if I want to figure things out”

“Y/N, please”

“Get out, Stefan”

“Just think about it.”

“My answer won’t change.”

Stefan nodded and left, vase in tow. 

Damon woke up on Friday morning with the same soulless feeling. It had been 6 days since he last spoke to Y/N and it was really taking its toll on him. He picked up the bourbon bottle from next to him and took a long swig. He held the bottle while he went downstairs to give his bottle a companion. As he walked past the foyer he saw an envelope on the floor with his name on it.

The bourbon bottle fell out of his hand and shattered just like his heart. He numbly walked up to the envelope and ripped it open.

Damon,

I don’t know how to start with this. I’m just so angry and frustrated and sad. 

I don’t know if you knew but in the beginning, I had a little crush on you. It was silly really but I saw the way you looked at her so I got over it. You’d expect me to be over the moon at the fact that you reciprocate my feelings, stronger. But I’m not. 

It hurts to know that I am just second best. I’m the backup, the consolation prize if you will. 

You're probably denying it all in your head right now, but we both know it's true. If you really cared for me I wouldn’t be the one on the sidelines, I’d be playing in the game with you. (I don’t know where that sports reference case from, what the fuck)

I’m not coming to your date tonight. I thought I’d just save you the trouble. You won’t be seeing my sexy face, I'd be pretty upset too. Actually, you won’t be seeing me around town for some time actually. I’m going back home (like to my parents). I've worked some stuff out with work and they're letting me work from home. I need to clear my mind and get away from all the drama of this town. I hope you understand, and if you don’t then you can fuck yourself with a bottle Hennessy.

See ya on the flipside, I hope.

Love From

Y/N

P.S Burn this once you’ve memorised it (I know you well enough to know that when you get Like This you do weird shit), no one can know what a softie I am.

Damon wanted so much to scrunch the letter up and burn it but instead, he found himself back in his room folding the letter up and placing it into his wallet. He packed up a bag wrote a quick note to Stefan of his plans before sliding behind the wheel of his car with his switch flipped.

Both of you had left your hearts in Mystic Falls and only time could tell if the two of you would be back to collect them.

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[maladaptive---daydreamer]

2 times you hated his height and the 1 time you didn’t -

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary/Request: Hiii first of all I love your stories 😍😍 you're amazing.. second of all would you mind writing a one shot from any one of your fandoms (you can choose since I watch all of the things listed out) where the main character and the love interest have a massive height difference.. 😂😘😘

Word Count: 1456

 The first time his height was advantageous was the normal day to day. You were planning on making some cookies and some idiot had put the packets of chocolate chips on the top shelf of the cabinets. Now you weren’t the shortest flower in the garden but the cabinets in Stark towers were catered to 6-foot tall superheroes. You clambered up onto the counter to try and reach the shelf only the chocolate chip packet was too far in the cabinet for you to grasp it. You groaned and hopped off. Tony felt like there was no need to have stools in the kitchen since no one needed to reach the top cabinets. You spotted on of the bar stools and realised you could use that if you held it steady. You walked across the kitchen and put two hands under the seat of the stool to lift it up. And holy shit was it heavy. You tried three times to lift up the stool but all three times, its weight bested you. Out of anger, you kicked the barstool forgetting it was made out of metal. The hugest shout of pain left your mouth. Steve ran into the kitchen after hearing your sound of pain.

“What did you do?” He asked, towering over your curled up body on the floor.

“I kicked the stool” You replied, sitting up still clutching your foot

“why?”

“I wanted chocolate chips and I was too short to get the packet because of these stupidly high cabinets. I tried to use the stool to climb on but it was too heavy so I got annoyed that I couldn't pick it up so I kicked it.”

Steve laughed.

“Hey, don’t laugh at me. Help me”

Steve stopped laughing to extend his hand to you which you used to hoist yourself up. You led him back to the cupboard and he effortlessly pulled the packet of chocolate chips out and handed them to you. You saltily took them from his hand and poured the pack into the cookie dough mixture and started the stand mixer up again so it would fold the chips into the batter. Steve stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“What do you want green giant?”

“Is someone jealous of their height?”

“I just think that it’s stupid that everything is put so high up so that all of you freakishly tall men can reach them but I can’t.”

“We’ll take note of that next time we go shopping and we’ll keep your stuff at an easy to reach level”

“Now what do you really want?”

“Can I not hug the woman of my dreams without an ulterior motive?”

“You want cookie dough don’t you?”

“Mmm maybe”

You stopped the mixer and lifted the lid up, scooping the mix off the paddle. You held up your finger and felt Steve’s lips suck off the mixture.

“I can not wait until these are baked.”

“If you help me portion the batter then you can eat them faster.”

Steve moved back and got a spoon from the drawer in front of you and started putting tablespoons on the trays. Once all the mixture was on the 6 different trays you put them in the oven, thanking Tony for installing huge double ovens in the kitchen. 11 minutes later the cookies were out of the ovens and left to cool slightly.

“Hey look, Santa and his elf baked cookies” Clint yelled, making an obvious dis at your differing heights.

You stuck your middle finger up at him and bit a cookie.

The second time you absolutely hated his height was when you were on a mission. It was supposed to be an easy mission, you were supposed to steal another potential A.I threat and you and Steve were given a side mission to steal the information from the servers of the place where the A.I was being hidden. 

You advanced computer skill made you part of the avengers. Most new threats were technological and at times just brawn wasn’t enough, therefore, you, the brains, were enlisted to help. As your fighting skills were still in development, Steve was told to accompany you in the mission so that you didn’t get yourself killed. 

Steve stood watch by the office door whilst you were typing away at the computer, hacking through the numerous firewalls the computer had in place. Once you had finally cracked through you copied everything on the desktop onto a USB drive given to you by fury.

“You know, we haven’t gone out for dinner in ages”

“Hmm, we haven’t have we?”

“There’s this new Mexican place that opened a couple of blocks from the tower. Take me there at 7?”

“Tomorrow?”

You nodded.

“It’s a date.”

“Uhm Cap, I hate to ruin your little cutesy session but the lower levels of this building are on fire. The package is secure but you and Y/N need to get out of there now.”

The computer dinged to show that everything was copied and you yanked the USB drive out of the computer and ran up 10 floors, with fire slowly following you, to the roof to see the QuinJet hovering with the rest of the team. The hatch was still open so that you and Steve could jump and hold on and, with the assistance of the others, yank yourselves in.

Steves 6 ft 2″ height made jumping and grabbing a much easier task compared to your shortness. He ran and jumped grabbing onto the hatch door and getting pulled up by Sam.

You felt the heat of the fire behind you and you turned to see it blazing behind you.

“Baby, you can do this. I promise you.”  He called out.

“I’m not going to reach Steve, I’m too short” You yelled back, feeling the heat of the fire.

“You can, you just need to trust yourself okay.”

“It’s not going to happen.” You took the USB drive out of your pocket, getting ready to throw it up. “Give this to Fury”

“No, you’re jumping Goddamnit.”

He yelled for Sam and lied down with his arms and torso dangling over the edge of the hatch and with Sam holding his feet.

“Aim for my hands. I’m going to catch you. I promise”

In the short few moments, the fire got worse. It would only be a matter of seconds before the lower levels imploded.

You pocketed the UDSB and stepped back and ran towards the jet, Jumping with all your might and grabbing onto Steve’s hands. Sam pulled his legs in, getting you securely into the Jet. Steve grabbed you into his arms as the hatch fully closed.

“We are never doing that again” He mumbled into your hair. 

You nodded into his chest breathing in his scent that made you feel safe whilst trying to regulate your breathing.

There were times when you loved the sense of security and safety his tall frame brought to you. At the end of every mission, he would be sure to envelop you into a bear hug as the adrenaline that was released as a result of the fighting was wearing off. It brought you back from being Agent Y/L/N and you reverted to plain old Y/N. 

This mission was no exception. It was a pretty simple mission, you, Steve, Clint and Nat got into a Hydra base, injured a few security guards and stole back classified S.H.I.E.L.D information. It seemed weird, but hacking into heavily encrypted computers with multiple firewalls got your blood pumping. The rush of finding out secrets was equal to the feeling Steve got after punching Hitler. 

Once you were done, he grabbed your hand and gave you his shield and punched his way back to the jet. You’d learnt a few tricks and could smash someone’s jaw with one upwards thrust of the shield. Once the four of you were back on the jet and autopilot was running, Steve made his way over to you. His suit was half on half off and chest was covered by a white tank top. He wrapped his arms around your waist and moved one hand behind your head. You wrapped your arms around his torso and the two of you swayed in each other’s arms. The safety and comfort you felt were unparalleled to anything else. You hated how tall Steve was in comparison to you, but this moment made you forget all about it and made you realise his height was home.

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[maladaptive---daydreamer]

#Unbothered

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader (platonic)

Summary/Request:  Can you do a Damon Salvatore one where he's trying to kill you and says that he could kill you and you're like yeah but so can another human or a dog like you're not special.. she can be really unbothered and sarcastic and then he lets her live because she's really awkward and funny and so he keeps coming next to her every once in awhile for advice and stuff and they become friends xxx - Anonymous

Word Count: 3570

A kind of part two to this: x

Are you sure you can’t come to this last bar, Y/N?” One of your friends slurred out.

You and your friends had been bar hopping and so far you were mildly drunk. You handled your alcohol well, unlike your friends and only agreed to join them to see your friends get ugly drunk,  instead, they flirted with anything that had a dick and legs. Your standards meant that none of the guys offered you drinks so you were tipsy at best.

“I’m going to head home. I don’t like the bar that you’re headed to anyway”  You replied, disentangling yourself from another drunk off her face friend.

“Okay. We’ll miss you”  They all shouted dissolving into a fit of giggles before stumbling down the street.

You rolled your eyes and began your walk home. It was only 1 am but it was that odd time of night where everyone was out but everyone was in. The roads were empty due to most of the people being in clubs or in their homes. It was quite peaceful for you. The smell of rain lingered in the air and the cool breeze did everything to relieve you from the stuffy air in the club. 

You cut through the usual alleyway. It wasn’t like most cliche shortcuts, it was between two houses and continued like that for a few streets. The neighbourhood was a good one, mostly rich white families so you knew you were okay. You were back on the main road, right in the middle of mystic falls which was pretty much deserted. From your peripheral vision, you could see shadows moving but you knew that there wasn’t anything behind you. 

You looked down at your phone to reply to a text when you saw a man in front of you. You quickly stopped to avoid crashing into him.

“Well lookie here” The guy sung.

“Excuse me?” You replied, pissed and confused at the attractive stranger.

“I’m going to kill you, sweetheart”

You burst out laughing.

“I think someone spiked your drink, dude.”

“You should be cowering in fear. Why are you not cowering in fear?” He asked, his evil demeanour changing.

“Because when a random guy comes up and says ‘i’m going to kill you’ at 1 am on a Saturday night he’s drunk. So if you don’t mind, sir. I’ll be on my way”

“But I am going to kill you”

“Yeah of course you are. Now move please”

All of a sudden a metal railing appeared in the stranger’s hands. He bent it easily even managing to knot it in the middle.

“I could really kill you if I wanted to.”

“Yes, but so could another random stranger or even a dog. You’re probably jacked up on some ‘roids so please let me pass”

“I’ll let you live, you’re funny”

You narrowed your eyes and continued walking. 

“I’ll see ya around” The stranger called out.

You thought that would have been the last you saw of the stranger, only you were clearly mistaken. 

You came back from shopping a few weeks after the incident to see the man sitting on your porch. He got up and came to your car, taking the bags you had out of your hands. You held the others and walked up to your front door.

“This may be weird but I want some advice so do you think I could,” He asked while you wrestled around to get the keys into the lock

“Come in?” You asked

The stranger nodded and looked slightly relieved too.

“I don’t even know your name”

“Damon, Damon Salvatore”

“A guy called Damien bought me a drink at a bar once. It wasn’t nice”

“Right”

You finally managed to unlock the front door and entered the house. The groceries were dropped into the kitchen while your clothes were left by the stairs to be taken into your room.

“So what did you need help with?” You asked him as you began to put the food away.

“If you were to get wooed by someone, how would you like them to do it?”

“Wooed?” You asked, raising an eyebrow

“Just shut up and answer the question”

“Get me flowers, lingerie, chocolate. Take me out to a nice dinner, or even make it yourself. Have good taste in movies, clothes and the most important, alcohol”

“What about someone who’s completely the opposite of you”

“Get her flowers. A nice candle, a pretty diary, maybe a scarf or a cardigan. She probably wants a well thought out date and probably doesn’t trust you enough to be in your house on the first date, so a dinner date. You’d probably have to have her home by 9 exactly or she’ll think you’re trying to fuck her. Take her chair out for her, pay the bill, let her order for herself. That kind of shit”

“Hmm that was very insightful”

“I know”

“Where does the Nutella go?”

“Top cupboard next to the stove”

“How should I ask her?”

“She got a boyfriend? You seem like the type of guy to go for someone who’s already in a relationship”

“It’s complicated.”

“Just straight up ask her”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah go ahead”

“Thanks, Y/N”

“How do you know my name?” You asked.

“Hold on, how do you even know where I live?” You added after realising he should know nothing about you.

“I work for the FBI”

“I really believe that”

“Well, I’ll be leaving now”

“See ya around, Damon”

“You betcha!”

A few more weeks later, Damon showed up at your office.

“Babe!”

You scrunched your face up in confusion at the nickname.

“Play along” He mouthed.

“Damon! What are you doing here?”

“we were going to the ski lodge today. You boss told me you didn’t put in a request for a day off.”

“It must have slipped my mind. With your crazy surprises!”

“It’s fine, Y/N. You can have tomorrow off”

You thanked your boss and packed up your desk. A fake smile was plastered over your mouth as you and Damon walked hand in hand to your car. You got in before going off on him.

“That was so unprofessional, you ass.”

“I needed you for the weekend.”

“For what?”

“Undercover work. I need a date for a party”

“What happened with your other girl?”

“It’s complicated.”

“I’m not going with you. thank you for the day off, but I’m not going.”

“I need you to come with me. Please”

“Why? How the fuck did you know where I live anyway?”

Damon looked conflicted for a moment.

“Let me drive us somewhere and I’ll explain everything”

You nodded and moved into the back seat as Damon hopped over the centre console into the driver’s seat. You then made your way into the front passenger seat and you drove off. After a while of driving, you stopped in front of a huge house.

“Welcome, to Casa de Salvatore” He explained, flipping the ignition off and handing you your keys.

“You live here?!”

Damon nodded and the two of you got out of the car and into his house. He led you down some stairs to his basement and into a smaller room equipped only with some plants and a freezer.

“Do you sell weed?”

“No. This is vervain. It’s a plant to keep humans safe from our abilities.”

“Abilities?”

Damon placed a finger to his lips motioning for you to shut up as he opened up the freezer.

“This is our store of blood, it stops us from having to feed on humans”

“Hold the fuck up. Blood? Feed on humans! You need help and I am getting the fuck out of here”

You headed for the door but it was slammed shut and Damon stood in front of it.

“Holy shit”

His eyes went bloodshot and the veins under his eyes were so much more prominent, they were bright red and his teeth were bared with his canines elongated into fangs.

“Are you fucking serious. You’re a god damn vampire. You could have told me that in the beginning you asshole. I thought you were some creepy weirdo.”

“I envisioned this going in a completely different direction.”

“So what’s the real reason why you need me to come to this thing of yours?”

“I need a human with me to gain entrance. It’s a fucked up vampire thing where you showcase your ‘food’ while trying to make money. I need to kill someone there and my brother won’t let me take Elena”

“So you need me to come with you into a room of bloodthirsty vampires?”

“Yeah”

“I’ll do it, but you owe me big time”

“There’s one more thing. I kind of need to feed off you on your wrists and neck to make it look like you really are my blood bag.”

“Isn’t that going to like kill me?”

“No. I just need to show restraint”

“Right. Well, you can’t do all of this after you get me an outfit for said party.”

“I’m sure you have a dress you could use, judging by your office, your office Christmas parties must be a hoot”

“I might have something. But you’ll need to take me home and let me get supplies.”

“Why are you so okay with this?”

“With what?”

“Finding out I’m a bloodsucking monster who could potentially drain you in your sleep”

“Because I’d like to think we have formed a friendship and I don’t think you’re that much of a sociopath to kill your friends. And its mystic falls, you really think that everyone believes in the ‘animal attack’ excuse?”

Damon shrugged in agreement and took you home to get a dress. You settled on a black mermaid dress with crystals on it. You grabbed a few more essentials and set your alarm and locked all your doors.

In the morning before Damon’s event, the two of you drove to a country club on the outskirts of Mystic Falls. He forced you to wear a turtle neck for the time being until he could make the marks on your wrists and neck. The two of you checked into a hotel room and to your surprise, there was already someone in there.

“Do you have everything?” Another handsome stranger asked.

“All in the bag,” Damon replied waving his hand in the direction of the bag he flung across the room.

“Y/N, Alaric Saltzman. Ric, Y/N”

You waved before pulling off the turtleneck to reveal your tank top underneath.

“Why’s he here?” You asked.

“He is a vampire hunter.He is also here to make sure I don’t kill you”

“Right”

“The event is in 3 hours, that means we have to do the biting now” Ric piped up.

Damon came and took your wrist.

“You ready”

You nodded as he brought it up to his lips and the familiar vampire features graced his face again. You felt the fangs prick your skin and suck up some of the blood. You felt a little light headed but it went away once Damon removed his fangs and you remembered to breathe. He copied his actions on the other wrist and let you breathe.

“You okay?”

He asked, dropping down to his knees so you were the same level. 

“Yeah, I just need to breathe a bit.”

“It’s going to be a lot harder with your neck. I’m going to give you this stake. If you feel like I’m draining too much, just stab it in my neck and I should stop”

Damon handed you a small thin stake. You made a fist around it ready to stab. He held his hand out and you took it to hoist yourself off the bed. He placed his arms around you and you dropped most of your weight onto him. 

“Don’t go getting any ideas, Damon”

“Blood sharing is a pretty intimate experience, babe”

“I will prematurely stab you in the neck”

Damon chuckled before going completely serious. His grip tightened and he pulled you closer to his body. you titled your neck to one side and his fangs sunk in once again. The light-headedness came a lot faster this time but Damon could sense your discomfort and forced himself away from your neck.

“Do you want to take a break?”

“No just do the other side and give me a 2-litre bottle of coke”

“Are you sure, I could kill you”

“You kill me and I swear to God-”

You were cut off by him drinking from you again. You angrily shoved the stake in his neck and felt his fangs retract.

“What was that for?” He howled, pulling the stake out.

You watched as his skin healed and it looked like nothing had happened.

“You didn’t let me finish speaking and you were drinking too much”

“What can I say, you taste great”

You scoffed.

“You’re not the first person to say that to me”

He scrunched his nose in disgust as Alaric laughed.

“We should keep her around”

“Yes, she’s so fucking funny. You need to put a lot of makeup on and make your hair all fancy whilst we drink bourbon”

You rolled your eyes but refused to get up.

“I just had my blood drained, the least you could do is pick up that dressing table and bringing it to me and plugging in my curler.”

Damon mimicked you but did what you asked and you began to curl your hair whilst sitting on the bed.

Hours later, you were completely ready. You looked like you were dressed to go to an awards ceremony, minus the puncture wounds. You walked out from the bathroom and into the hotel room to see Damon looking suave in a tux.

“You clean up well,”

“You look amazing,”

“I know,”

You gave your hair a final fluff and wiped your teeth off any lipstick and you were ready to go. Damon held out his arm and you linked yours through it.

“Ric’ll be ready with a getaway vehicle because as soon as I kill this guy, all hell’s going to break loose” Damon informed you as the two of you walked to the lift to take you down to ‘the event’.

“I am wearing 4-inch heels. I hope you don’t expect me to run in these”

“I’ll carry you”

“You try anything and I swear I’ll shove that plant down your pants.”

The lift dinged open and another couple smiled at you. This girl also had her puncture wounds on show. You and Damon stepped into the lift standing on the side opposite to them.

“You here for the convention?” The other vampire asked.

Damon nodded.

“Martin. Martin James and this is Serena”

The girl waved.

“Ian and this is Aleisha.”

You waved back.

The lift stopped and the doors opened into the hotel lobby. Damon pulled you out and beelined away from the ballroom.

“I’m aiming to kill this guy within the first hour of this party and then we’re out. Remember your new name and stay close to me the entire night.” He murmured.

“Great, I just stand next to you like a trophy”

“I’m sorry, did you really want to be wandering around a room of thirsty vampires with 8 puncture wounds on show?”

“I’m going to kill you”

Damon laughed overly loud as he led you back to the ballroom. You put on a fake smile as you walked into the room. A server walked over to you and held out a tray. You picked up a flute of champagne and delicately sipped from it.

The pair of you began to mingle with the other vampires, Damon was sure not to reveal any extra details and only let them know he was an older vampire who was very rich. 

You had been limited to 2 glasses of champagnes since 'blood loss and alcohol is trouble’ so you were forced to sit through stifling conversations with the stupid vampires about how rich they all were. You could think of much more interesting things to talk about than the value of Vlad’s estate.

“I am just a bit parched. Y/N, let’s go to the bar” Damon announced. He held his hand out which you took and escorted you away.

“I’m going to do it now. Get ready for motion sickness.” He whispered in your ear.

“Break a leg”

The two of you got to the bar and took a seat on the barstools. 

You waved for the bartender and he shuffled over to you and Damon. You were about to give him the specific instructions for your cocktail when Damon spoke instead. Ordering himself a shot and nothing for you.

Your head turned and you glared at him.

“You’ll puke it all up onto my suit.”

You rolled your eyes and watched Damon down the shot and get up. He held out his hand for you to take and led you towards his intended target. Damon walked in front of you at first but then moved behind you. He stepped on the back of your dress making you fall forwards into the chest of a blonde vampire. He looked at you with contempt but his features softened as he saw your cleavage.

“You should look at where you’re going young one, your master would hate it if someone ate from his plate”

“I’m so sorry” Damon apologised as he pulled you away and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Nonsense, it was just an accident”

“No, I may be sorry for what I’m about to do to you”

“Whatever-”

Damon flung a stake at the vampire and it landed straight in his heart

“Sayanora sickos” He yelled before rushing off.

literally 10 seconds later you were in the middle of a road standing in front of a car. 

“I’m going to puke” You mumbled before rushing to some bushes and throwing up the 2 glasses of champagne you drank. You came back and wiped your mouth.

Damon bit into his wrist and thrust it into your mouth. You pressed your lips together and pushed his arm away.

“I don’t do that shit”

“You have fang marks on the most visible areas of your body. If you drink my blood, you’ll heal and my brother won’t be up my ass for what I did”

You begrudgingly took Damon’s wrist with your hands and brought it to your lips. the metallic taste of his blood made you gag but you forced yourself to swallow some of it.

“okay little vampire that could, you’re all healed up now”

You dropped his arm and looked at your own. It looked as though nothing had happened to you and you were sure some cat scratches were gone too.

You nodded in approval at your wrist before striding over to the car and lying down on the cool leather of the back seats. Ric was sitting in the driver’s seat and looked at you through the rear view mirror.

“Tough night?”

“Shut up. Let me sleep”

He chuckled as Damon sat beside him and you drove off.

It took a couple of hours to get back to Mystic falls, not that it made any difference to you since you’d been sleeping the entire time. Damon and Ric dropped you back to your house and drove away whilst you dealt with making sure your tired self didn’t trip over your dress and die.

You safely managed to get inside and took your makeup off. You put the dress back in its bag and hung it up again to be worn at another date before heading straight to bed.

You spent the weekend cleaning up your house and online shopping and before you knew it you had to wake up on Monday morning for work. You started off with the shittest morning, you forgot to set your alarm so you woke up half and hour later than usual, you ran out of coffee and Starbucks was closed for refurbishment so you were stuck with the decaf shit that was in the break room and one of your colleagues decided to use your desk and move everything around.

Once your desk was in a decent condition for you to work in, you logged in and began working. A few hours later, the mail person came to your desk with a muffin basket. 

“Y/N?”

You looked at the basket confused but took it anyway. A card was stuck on the cellophane

Y/N -

A basket of muffins for your troubles. I owe you one. 

Your new friend, Damon

You smiled at the card and plucked a chocolate chip muffin out of the basket.

“If any of you fuckers even breathes near my muffins, I’ll murder you.” You threatened before sitting back down at your desk and continuing your work whilst eating your muffins. 

Who knew being friends with a vampire resulted in free muffins?

#damon salvatore #damon salvatore oneshot #damon salvatore one shot #damon salvatore imagine #damon salvatore reader insert #damon salvatore x reader #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries oneshot #the vampire diaries one shot #the vampire diaries reader insert #tvd

[maladaptive---daydreamer]

I honestly think that your "Different" is the best Lance\reader fic on tumblr =) plot! characters! relationship that based on smth more than lust! Lance is professional on his work-field for haven sake, not just some horny dog! That. Was. Lovely.

Oh my god thank you so much! This had genuinely made my day ❤ I just thought there was a lot of smut in the Lance tags and thought I'd write some SFW things instead haha. Thank you again! N xx

[maladaptive---daydreamer]

Make you cry

Fandom: The Originals

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x reader

Summary/Request:  Ooo!! I have a sick one 😂😂 this is the last one I promise I'll stop being annoying 😂😂 you can do a klaus one in which the person (aka me) is trying very hard to find something that will make klaus cry because let's be real he never cries.. only to find out after numerous attempts that it's something stupid like watching the titanic or something. - doneherondale

Word Count: 1861

The godforsaken scene from Marley and me began playing. The poor dog was being put down and the tears began to roll down your cheeks. You buried your face into Klaus' shoulder and ugly cried mumbling about how unfair it was. He rolled his eyes at the movie and patted your head comfortingly.

"How are you not crying?" You asked wiping your eyes.

"Because that is the course of life, love"

"But the dog died"

"I've seen hundreds of dogs die in my lifetime, another one in a film isn't going to do anything to me."

"But you never cry. Like the only time I've seen you cry was when That which made you think I was dead"

"I have nothing to cry about. It fuels my rage"

"I'm with a psycho"

"You just realised?"

The two of you laughed at his joke and you yawned.

"Let's go to bed now love"

"When you turn me and I don't need to sleep as much, I will love life so much"

The two of you retired up to your bedroom. Klaus stripped off his top and got straight into bed. You went into the bathroom to quickly wash your face and pee before joining him. He immediately pulled you into his chest as a ‘protective measure’ but you knew it was just because he liked cuddling at heart. 

The idea of Klaus not finding the death of a dog so sad kept you up longer. How could he be so void of emotion that the death of a dog did nothing to him? You tried to think of the last time you had seen Klaus cry properly. Like tears falling freely from his eyes and it had been a very long time ago. The witch incident was a year ago. He couldn’t have really gone an entire year without crying. It was crazy. So that's when the idea of trying to make him cry came up. You would do everything in your power to make Klaus Mikaelson cry.

You turned over, ensuring you remained in Klaus’ grip and quickly texted a friend enlisting his help. An odd request at 1 AM but you had helped him with much worse.

The next morning you gave Klaus a list of errands he ‘needed’ to run. He grumbled but did it anyway. As soon as he left, your friend came in from the back and began his work. 

2 hours later he was done and you had a latex piece across your neck which looked like a slit open neck. He put fake blood on the wound as well as your normal skin, your normal clothes and finally on the floor to make it look like the blood did actually spurt out of your neck. 

“When you hear him in the driveway put some more on your neck so that it looks fresh and dribbles to the floor. I’ve left the remover in your bathroom” Your friend instructed.

“Thank you! This looks so lifelike. I love it”

“How do you know what a split open neck looks like?”

“How do you?”

“Touche. Let me take some pictures for the gram”

He moved quickly, snapping the pictures and left. You sat around waiting until you heart Klaus’ car pull into the driveway. You quickly lied down on the floor and spurted blood onto the ‘wound’ and the floor. 

The front door opened and Klaus stood at the door for a few seconds before stepping into the house and shutting it. He walked up to your body and you held your breath as quietly as possible before plainly walking into the kitchen. You were confused slightly but decided to wait it out. You could hear him putting things away in the cupboards before finally walking past you and into the living room. He sat down and turned the T.V on.

You got up and walked into the living room.

“The woman you love is lying dead on the floor and you don’t care?” You asked, throwing your hands up in the air.

“The woman I love was lying on the floor with a prosthetic across her neck and fake blood everywhere. I  could hear your breathing love” Klaus replied, flipping the channel on the TV.

“You’re an arse”

“Yes, yes, now take that off. you’re dripping fake blood all over our floors”

You went up to the bathroom and began to remove the latex piece from your neck. The dye in the fake blood stained your skin but you could wash it off later. You threw your blood stained clothes out and changed into a fresh outfit before returning downstairs, throwing yourself on the sofa beside Klaus.

“Your neck is still stained, love”

“I know, I need to wash it in the shower.”

“Was this an attempt to make me cry or something?”

“Possibly”

“I don’t cry, love”

“Yes, you do. You cried of happiness when Hope first used magic to hex Hayley.”

“I’ll rephrase, I only cry when the occasion calls for it”

“YOUR GIRLFRIEND LIED DEAD ON THE FLOOR, NIKLAUS”

“But you weren’t dead. But by all means, continue this mad quest on making me cry. It won't work”

You huffed and continued to stare at the screen whilst thinking of your next plan.

A few days later, Klaus and Elijah went to quash a witch uprising. You took it as the perfect time to find another way of making Klaus cry, of anger. He told you about his most prized possessions, his French pigments. They were so rare, he had most of it hidden away but the small amount he had left in New Orleans was going to get mixed up in a bowl of water. 

You got into one of his painting shirts and rolled up the sleeves and began painting with his normal paint on a random canvas. The pigments were in their little box as you waited for Klaus to text you and tell you he was on his way home. Your painting was looking good, it was abstract, and he texted you, informing you of his impending arrival. You poured the powder into a bowl of water and mixed it until it resembled a murky liquid and waited for him to come home. 

He was surprised to see you painting and a smile graced his lips. He cleared his throat and you turned around and hopped off the stool.

“Whats all this?” He asked with a proud smile gracing his lips.

“I wanted to paint something to make you cry but I don’t think it worked.” You replied, playing with the hem of the large shirt.

“We’ll have it framed anyway, love”

“I tried using some pigments but they didn’t work”

“What?”

“Yeah, your fancy pigments but they just turned brown in the water.”

“Please tell me you’re joking, Y/N”

“No...”

“Those were the rarest things in my entire collection and you put them in water.”

“It’s just paint”

“It’s not just paint, you know the significance of painting to me. And you have ruined it.”

“It was meant to be a joke”

“Enough of this joke. Frankly, it's not a joke anymore. I’m sick and tired of your stupid objective.”

“Show some emotion then”

“I do show you emotion. I show you anger, I show you happiness, I show you laughter. I show you love for god's sake. Do these not count as emotions?” 

Klaus’ voice got louder and louder and he realised his volume. He took a deep breath and massaged his temples.

“Please, just promise me that you’ll stop this lurid obsession of yours,” He begged, his tone softening completely.

“I’ll stop.

‘I’m sorry, Klaus”

“It’s fine, love.”

You really did feel like shit at this point. The second phase of your plan was pretty stupid since you didn’t even know whether Klaus would be allowed to get his pigments or not, you just wasted them. 

He could see by your glazed expression that you were going to get upset and so he pulled you into his chest.

“I know you did it with good intentions, I do, which is why I am not as angry. Don’t be too hard on yourself, it was a mistake and mistakes happen all of the time”

You nodded into his chest and he held you for a while.

A few days later, Klaus came up with a compromise for his ‘lack of emotion’ and that was a weekly date night. It would alternate each week and the first week was your decision. In all honesty, you forgot it was your date and got the notification on the Saturday morning. You ran around getting blood and popcorn and streamed a cheesy romance movie so that it would all load and wouldn’t buffer as you watched it.

Once Klaus was home the two of you were in comfy clothes and Titanic was fully loaded. The two of you sat on the bed with the laptop at the foot of the bed connected by an HDMI cable to the T.V mounted opposite the bed.

“Did I ever tell you that Elijah, Rebekah and I were on the Titanic?”

“No...”

“Yes well, we were. The three of us were amongst the first few people to empty into the sea. We fed on the dead frozen corpses for some energy, compelled selfish men to give up their blankets for the women and children and then swam to a boat that was responding to the Titanic’s mayday call.”

“I forgot you're like a million years older than me”

“A thousand love.”

You rolled your eyes and continued to watch the film. For the rest of the film, the two of you just cuddled. It was towards the end of the film and at the iconic, I'll never let you go scene.

“You know this scene pissed me off a lot since they could both fit. and I saw a post on BuzzFeed that showed the different positions they could be in” You ranted looking up at Klaus.

“Are you crying?” You asked seeing trails of tears down his cheeks.

He wiped his eyes.

“Are you happy, your mission is accomplished.”

“Seeing your girlfriend dead doesn’t make you cry, but Rose being a selfish French girl whilst Jack sacrifices himself does?”

“It’s a sad film, Y/N. Leave me be”

“The show of emotion is great babe. It is what I wanted after all”

“Yes, yes. Now let’s forget that this ever happen hmm”

“I don’t know. There’s something about an emotional man that makes me feel some type of way”

“There is, is there?”

You hummed.

"We could forget all about this film and focus more on those feelings you have"

You leant forward to shut off the laptop and put it on the floor before turning to Klaus and smirking. Let's just say that you really really focused on your feelings that night.

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[maladaptive---daydreamer]

The Fourth Time

Fandom: DC Universe/ Supergirl

Pairing: Clara Kent x gender neutral!reader

Summary/Request: Can you do a one-shot where the gender neutral human reader is a reporter for The Daily Planet and knows that their girlfriend Clara Kent (the female version of Superman) is Superwoman and they get kidnapped by Lex Luthor and then saved by Clara? Before the reader is saved, they say to Lex "this is the fourth time this week you've kidnapped me. Don't you have anything better to do?" - Anonymous

Word Count:1281

The sound of the shower turning off and the curtain being pulled back woke you. You yawned and stretched before getting out of bed and swapping places in the bathroom with Clara. You quickly showered and brushed your teeth before exiting and eating your breakfast in your robe.

“How’s work looking?” Clara asked from across the breakfast bar.

“I have to finish writing my supergirl article and interview the owner of the USA’s largest tomato” You replied.

“Sounds riveting”

“Oh believe me it is, I could stare at Supergirl in her suit all day”

Clara laughed at your joke and put her coffee mug in the sink.

“You should get dressed, I don’t think anyone would like you showing up to work in just your robe”

“Wow, she saves the city and she’s funny. Clara Kent everybody”

You hopped off the barstool and quickly changed your outfit. thankfully, the Planet was a lot more lenient on dress code ever since an article had been published by one of your colleagues showing the effect of comfy clothes on productivity and comfort.

“Hey, I’ll meet you at the bistro for lunch, yeah?” Clara said as you laced up your shoes.

“12?”

“12.30?”

“Yeah. Okay. I love you”

“I love you too”

With that, you left for the Daily Planet. You hailed a cab and checked for any meetings you had. So far it was only an interview with a shop owner who grew the biggest tomato in the US. It was boring but no one else was doing it so you were lumped with the task. 

You went through security and up to your cubicle. You logged onto your computer and opened up a draft of a different article and continued writing that. It was based on a few heists that were happening in the area by a new villain that Cara had the pleasure of meeting a few nights ago.

“Hey Y/N” A voice called out

“Hey Charlie”

“I bought you coffee and a bagel” your co-worker smiled. You really liked her, she was one of the kindest people on your floor and the two of you soon made close friends

“Thank you! I’m starving”

“You’re welcome. I’ll let you carry on with your article”

You took the lid off the coffee to let it cool down a bit more as you continued to type. A while later you were disturbed again.

“Y/N”

You looked up to see one of the interns.

“Your interview is here.”

“I wasn’t supposed to see him until 2″

“Well he’s here now”

You muttered a ‘thanks’ as you saved what you had written and collected your notebook and phone. You got down to the lobby and saw the farmer sitting nervously on one of the sofas.

“Mr Blake? Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m going to be conducting your interview”

“Ah yes”

“If you’ll follow me to one of our interview rooms”

“No wait, I forgot my tomato in the car.”

“I’m sure you don’t need-”

“Yes I do”

“Right well I’ll wait here and you-”

“No, you need to come with me.”

“I’m sorry-”

“To take pictures, the ones they already have a bad you see”

“I don’t have a camera”

“I do, it’s in my car.”

“Right”

You cautiously followed the old man out of the building and into the side alleyway he parked in. His old beat up truck was in front of three pristine SUVs. He reached his car and the doors of the SUVs opened. Tall burly men in suits surrounded you and the old man kept mumbling about how sorry he was. Lex came through a small gap and flung a bag of money at the farmer.

“Hello Y/N” The familiar annoying voice of Lex Luthor called out

“What do you want, Lex?”

“Your girlfriend”

“You’re not getting her”

“I thought you’d say that”

“Chloroform them”

A man came from behind and put a handkerchief to your mouth. The smell invaded your nose and you could slowly feel yourself getting tired. 

You woke up god knows how many hours later tried to a chair. It was one of those comfortable spinning chairs but it was the useless kind, the one that had no wheels.

“You’re up”

“Ugh Lex, you’re boring me”

“It’s simple, you lead me to her and I leave you alone.”

“Yeah and you also experiment on her because you’re a freak.”

“No- I need her abilities”

“Well, you’re not going to get them. Lex, this is the fourth time this week you’ve kidnapped me, don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Yes I do, but I need Clara’s powers for everything”

“Maybe you should change your plans around then”

“I can’t change my plans willy-nilly, Y/N. Everything is planned in advance”

“You’re a psycho and you need help”

“We’ve established that I’m fine”

“I just need you to be here long enough for Clara to come and you will be free to go”

“Well I’m here, so let them go, Lex”

“Lovely. I’ll admit, I think I may be a pathological liar. Y/N, you’re deffooo not leaving. I can’t have any witnesses now can I?”

“Lex” Clara warned.

“Oh, I’m so scared, you’re using your adult voice on me.”

Clara surged forward and pushed Lex to the ground. She began punching him, Jon Snow and Ramsay style only he grabbed a hold of her arms and pushed her off. He jumped up and picked up a weapon that you assumed probably had kryptonite in it and began to advance towards her. Clara saw a chair on the side and picked it up, she used its legs to push Lex to the wall. With a flick of her wrist, she brought the chair upwards and slammed it into his face. He fell to the floor with a thud.

“Bravo, now untie me so we can leave” You called out wriggling your tied fingers.

Clara ran towards you and used her laser vision to burn through the ropes. You rubbed your wrists where the harsh fibres had irritated your skin for the millionth time this week.

“I’m sorry” She muttered

“It’s not your fault that Lex is crazy and is obsessed with you”

“But it puts you in harm’s way”

“But you always save me, that’s more than I could ask for.”

“Promise?”

“Promise”

Clara smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Now, let’s go grab lunch like we planned. I am starving”

“When are you not?”

“When you feed me”

The two of you walked out of Lex’s building and into a cab. The cab dropped you off outside the bistro and the two of you took your seats outside since it was such a nice day. You nipped into the inside and gave your order and table number and returned to Clara.

“So what are you going to do about your article?”

“Continue writing it.”

“No about the tomato interview”

“I’ll just say I got kidnapped for information on Supergirl since I was writing the article. I told them what I knew, which is what the rest of the city knew and they let me go. Hopefully, then someone else will be stuck with the article instead of me”

“That sounds too good to be true”

“I’m dating someone who can fly, too good to be true doesn't exist in our vocabularies anymore”

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[maladaptive---daydreamer]

Power

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Pairing: Jon Snow x Daenerys Targaryen

Summary/Request:  Could you do a Jon snow and daenerys one? They can be in an arranged marriage in which they hate at first but then they eventually start liking each other xx x - Anonymous

Word Count: 3721

When the Dragon queen was advised by her hand to marry the King in the North, she laughed. She truly thought that Tyrion was joking, only when she saw his seriousness, she realised she was wrong.

It took Tyrion weeks to convince her it too, relentless mention of his sister before she finally agreed to the marriage.

The same was said to Jon. Tyrion convinced Sansa and Lady Lyanna to convince him. They both agreed that no feelings would be shared. It was purely for politics. Daenerys’ heart belonged to Drogo and Jon’s belonged to Ygritte. 

The cold of Winterfell did nothing for her and her dragons if anything it bored her. The only person she was willing to befriend was the half-giant who had taken an interest in her dragons.

Jon had ensured that his ‘wedding’ was a small one. There was no party after and there certainly was no bedding ceremony. He went to his room and she went to hers and their days went on.

Weeks went on, and the levels of contempt between the two did not change. Although they were married, they hated each other. Sansa and Tyrion were getting along fine, part of Daenerys thought that Tyrion and Sansa would marry again. Grey Worm and Missandei would spend their free time in the Godswood while the rest of the unsullied and Dothraki would fight each other, implementing the others’ fighting techniques whilst teaching them to what remained of Jon’s army. 

“I think we need more.” Ser Davos decided, stopping his pacing for a moment and then continuing

“More? We have her armies and ours. I hate to admit it but her Dothraki and the Unsullied are 10 times better than ours” Jon replied, letting his scroll of parchment roll back up as he leant back in his chair.

“There are two more houses that haven’t pledged their fealty to Cersei. They are there for our taking.”

“Do you really think they are going to want to help the Targaryen?”

“It can’t hurt to try. But you must take the queen with you. You need to show a united front for these houses or they will try to worm their way into her Grace’s good books and switch against you.”

“Well, you can tell her about our trips then, Davos. Keep Sansa and Arya here to look after Winterfell. Tell her majesty and her friends they need to prepare. I’ll get Tormund and Lady Lyanna. We set off in the morning”

And that was what they did. The next morning, Jon, Ser Davos, Tormund, Lyanna, Dany, Missandei, Tyrion, Grey Worm and some Stark Bannermen rode over to Lord Weatherby. It was only a two-day ride from Winterfell so they were there quickly and in good spirits, albeit Dany’s grumbling about how her dragons would have got her there faster.

They were welcomed into Lord Weatherby’s castle and were given his counsel immediately.

“I take it you ’re here for my army?” He asked, smirking.

“We are here for you to pledge your fealty to House Stark. Cersei has no claim to the throne. Joffrey and-” Jon paused to try and remember the other one’s name.

“Tommen” Tyrion corrected

“Yes, they weren’t Robert’s sons. They were Jamie’s.”

“I don’t believe that. I hate that Lannister bitch, but I don’t think she’d fuck her brother”

“Believe me, my Lord, neither did I until my brother told me” Tyrion added.

“Either way, her son’s had no children or a claim to the throne, to begin with. She, in turn, has no claim to be queen either.”

“Why should I help a bastard?”

“Because I want to the rightful ruler on the throne. With your help, I can find Robert’s next living predecessor or the Kingslanding can return to its rightful ruler.”

“Your Targaryen whore? Her father was mad. Obsessed with his dragons and wildfire. covered in bandaged from playing with fire too much.  What’s to say that she won’t turn out like him?”

Daenerys glared at the man and opened her mouth to fire an insult.

“My wife is not a whore. She has hatched three dragons. She can not be killed by fire. Her father is dead, her brother is dead, she is next in line for the throne.”

“Where are these mystical dragons of hers?”

“They are in Winterfell.” She spoke.

“Ah, she speaks. I don’t believe you. You are probably as deluded as your father. House Weatherby will not bend the knee to her”

Daenery’s stood up from her seat and strode to one of the torches burning on the wall. She gave it to Grey Worm to hold as she poured a cup of water on her hands and dried them on a knight’s cloak. Grey Worm gave her the torch and she sauntered to the opposite table where Weatherby was sat. She held the torch in one hand and with the other, she put out the flame, covering it with her hand, preventing the oxygen getting there to continue the burning.

“What does that show?”

She threw the torch to the floor and shoved her unburnt palm in his face.

“Fire can not kill a dragon. Pledge your fealty to House Stark and House Targaryen and when I am queen I won’t burn your castle down”

“Bend the knee, Lord Weatherby”

Reluctantly, he rose from his seat and bent down in front of Dany.

“House Weatherby pledges its fealty to you, Jon Snow of House Stark and to you, Daenerys Stormborn of house Targaryen”

Daenerys smirked as she walked out of Weatherby’s hall. Jon and the others followed suit with everyone going to their assigned rooms. Jon and Daenerys were obviously sharing a room, however, all of the Winterfell residents gathered in there.

“Ok, we have 500 more soldiers, not a lot but enough.” Tyrion began

“Lady Arya has found Ser Sandor Clegane and is requesting for his presence in Winterfell. If she convinces him, we have someone to rival his brother which evens out the playing field for us.” Varys interjected, stopping the warfare talk.

“We can leave tonight. And I don’t want to make camp, so tell the men to switch drivers halfway through the night and let one of them sleep.” Jon decided.

The council left only leaving the king and queen.

“Thank you for defending me”

“I didn’t really do anything. You did most of it. Plus, I thought that the queen of dragons doesn’t need to be defended?”

“I don’t, but it feels nice to have someone else defend me sometimes.”

“I’ll keep that in my mind”

Later that night, the group returned to Winterfell. Once they had returned, Sansa and Arya were in the great hall with two other men.

“Jon, Daenerys, this is Gendry Rivers, he helped me while I was on the run. and this is Sandor Clegane, he helped Sansa in Kings Landing and me before I left for Braavos” Arya introduced.

Gendry got up and bowed. Jon felt a bit awkward, the feeling never left.He wasn’t used to being treated with such respect. Even as Lord Commander.

Sandor continued to eat his chicken.

“I don’t bend my knee ta anyone. Not Cersei, not you and not your wife”

“As long as you help us, you needn’t worry about who your King or Queen is” Dany confirmed.

Sandor grunted and continued to eat his food. The Kitchen staff returned with more food and the entire group ate their meal.

The day in Winterfell was split between training, planning to fight the White Walkers and planning the attack on Cersei. Varys’ little birds had given information that training had been upped and Cersei as trying to increase her army. She was going from village to village, house to house, trying to find someone to join her. Only they had been pledged to House Stark or House Tyrell which were under Jon and Daenerys’ rule.

“We need dragonglass” Gendry informed.

“I’ve heard of that before,” Jon replied, remembering about Sam and his incident at Craster's Keep.

“Yes, it’s obsidian. I heard about it when I washed up on a small Island called Dragonstone. If you let me, I can return and come back with blades of it.”

“There is some closer to here, Sam and I when we were beyond the wall with the Watch, he  told me he found some, he killed one of them.”

“Well, he’s no use at the wall,” Sandor growled.

“But he’s not at the wall, he’s in the Citadel training to become a maester.” Jon retorted.

“We can send a raven requesting his presence here” Dany added

“Missandei, you should send the letter. Grey worm, I would like you and some of our troops to accompany Gendry to Dragonstone.”

“Well that solves your white walker problem, but it doesn’t solve what that bitch Cersei is doing. She has my brother. And from what I’ve heard he’s 10 times worse than before.” Sandor ranted

“Yes, I’m afraid the Hound is right. Her maester, Qyburn, he dabbles in some odd science. What he is doing is like witchcraft.” Varys added, corroborating the tales of the Mountain that had been spreading around.

“We needn’t worry about Cersei. I plan to fly there with my dragons. Then Jon and the army will follow. I’ll burn down their watch towers and then the army will attack land. Grey Worm, some more soldiers and Jon will make their way to the Red Keep to fight there while I kill Cersei.”

No one argued with Dany’s too good to be true plan for the throne and talk soon returned to the White Walkers.

That night it was only Jon and Daenerys left in the council room.

“Tell me honestly. Do you think my plan would work” She asked

Jon kept quiet

Dany chuckled, “I’ll take that as a no”

“In a perfect world, I could. But we don’t live in a perfect world

“How would you suggest I do it?”

“Well first off, I would advise that you don’t go alone. Fly with some of your Unsullied for protection. Instead of burning down the watch towers, fly straight to her. If you’re high enough, your dragons won’t get hurt by their catapults or arrows. It also won’t give them enough time to alert the keep, so you run in all guns blazing while the rest of us storm the city and cut down every Lannister guard.”

“You remind me of my brother”

“the one your husband killed with gold?”

“No, Rhaegar. He was as smart as you. He always came up with the best plans whether they were for a game  or a fight”

“I wish I could meet him, he sounds like a good man.”

“He was.”

There was a silence.

“I think I’m going to head to bed now. Good night Daenerys”

“You can call me Dany, you know. You are my husband after all.”

“Good night, Dany”

“Good night, Jon”

Their contempt was beginning to melt away and they were beginning to form a friendship. Sharing little bits of information about their lives created a bond of mutual respect and friendship for each other.

Dany helped Jon with the white walkers. She used her Dragons to burn the Wights and her dragons flame could produce more dragon glass.

It was mid battle and they had finally whittled it down to the Night’s King and a few more of his men. He was fighting Uncle Benjen who had been cured of his frosty ailment and Jon ran up and pierced the Night’s king’s heart through his back. His friends were distracted and they were also killed. Another roar from Drogon ensured that their bodies were burnt and for now, the white walkers were not a problem. Dany ensured that all of the dragonglass was collected again and was left in the hands of Edd, the Lord Commander of the Night’s watch and one of Jon’s friends.

Dothraki and Unsullied lives had been lost and Dany ensured that they got the proper burial they deserved. She ensured that her Dothraki soldiers would return to the Great Stallion.

Once the White Walker situation was out of the way, it was now time t get Daenerys her throne back. the council was away for endless nights coming up with a plan. Sandor would sit there quietly only speaking up when it came to murdering people. Arya and Sansa would find ways to exact their revenge on those they hated. It seemed like Jon, Dany, Varys and Tyrion were formally making battle plans. Nonetheless, they went along with Jon’s plan.

A few nights before they were going to attack, Jon visited Daenerys’ room armed with a gift. She was sitting by the fire with a cup of wine and an old book.

“I hope you don’t  mind my intrusion” 

“Not at all. What brings you here anyway?”

“I had this made for you”

Dany got up and approached Jon. He presented the cloth covered gift to her. She had her palms facing the sky as Jon carefully placed the gift in her hands, removing the cloth.

Dany’s eyes widened.

“Just in case you need some protection once were in Kings Landing.”

She gripped the handle of the sword and let the cloth fall to the floor. It was heavy but she would soon get used to the weight.

“This is a wonderful gift thank you, Jon”

“I can’t leave my wife unprotected now can I?”

Daenerys laughed with Jon.

“I’ll let you carry on with your reading”

Dany nodded as she went to put the sword somewhere safe. She turned to ask him to stay for a while but he had already left the room.

Her dragons seemed to like Jon and Rhaegal allowed Jon full control over him. Dany rode on Drogon and Viserion carried Ser Jorah and Ser Davos. Grey worm took control over the armies and they stormed Kings Landing.

Cersei’s Watchmen tried flinging fire at her dragons but nothing happened. They swooped down on the Red Keep, blowing the roofs off the place and went right to the throne room where Cersei sat sipping on wine.

“I was going to thank you, Snow, for getting rid of the White Walkers, but here you are to try and kill me” Cersei smiled.

“You don’t belong on the throne” Jon shouted

“And your wife does”

“Her claim is a million times stronger than yours. As soon as Robert died, your title of queen should have died with him.”

Cersei waved her hands and her Kingsguard flocked towards the group of four. Sandor, Brienne, Jamie, Davos and Arya rushed in at the right time.

“Protect the Khaleesi” Jorah shouted as the fighting began.

Sandor rushed to the tallest man in the room.

“End this once and for all Gregor” He screamed charging at him.

Arya stood in front of Dany, protecting her from the knights who wanted to kill her. as Jon fought with three soldiers. All around her was the grunts and screams of men. the sound of metal clanging against metal. the sound of bodies thumping to the ground. Cersei stayed sitting there, watching the fight breaking out.

Jon had finally killed the three men who were fighting him. He let his guard down to take a break and then a knight came from behind. He began to raise his sword to stab him. Something switched in Dany and she ran from behind Arya and pulled out her sword. She raised it and with one swoop cut through his neck, letting it roll to the floor.

Jon looked at her, surprised but full of pride as he saw his gift covered in blood.

“Let’s kill her. Together”

“Together” Jon confirmed.

As of that moment, two guards were protecting Cersei. Neither one paying full attention to the queen. Arya flung a dagger from the middle of the throne room and it hit one of the guards straight in the eye. Jon plunged his sword into his stomach and he fell to the ground.

Cersei’s nonchalant demeanour changed completely and fear set into her features. Jon killed the other guard and it was just him, Dany and Cersei.

“I am finally here to take what is mine. This is from House Targaryen to every other house who turned against them.” Dany announced

The entire hall fell quiet as people realised what was about to happen. Gregor was about to lunge forward to help Cersei, but Sandor drove his sword through a gap in his armour.

“That is for making me look like an ugly cunt, you bastard.” He spat. Actually spitting on his brother’s dying body for good measure.

“Help me you bastards. Kill them. Protect your queen” She cried out.

No one in the hall moved.

“This is from House Stark for letting your son kill my father, for sending the Boltons to kill my brother and his wife. And for killing my sisters’ mother” 

Together, Jon and Dany drove their swords through Cersei. Once blade through her stomach and one through her throat.

The entire hall broke out into a cheer. Jon picked up the crown that sat on her head and placed it onto Daenerys.

“I now proclaim, Daenerys of the house Targaryen, first of her name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons, protector of the 7 Kingdoms” He shouted.

He placed the crown on her head and pushed Cersei’s dead body off the throne, ready for the new queen. She sat down and Jorah and Davos bent their knees, slowly the rest of the throne room, even Sandor, followed suit.

Word had quickly spread that Cersei was dead and that a Targaryen was back on the throne. The secret Targaryen supporters celebrated whilst those who disliked both Cersei and the Targaryens waited for their new queen’s commands. 

Dany’s first act as queen was to call a council meeting. Slowly everyone filed into the room and some food was brought up too.

The council table was surrounded by Varys, Tyrion, Dany, Jon, Brienne and Lady Tyrell. Arya balanced on the arm of Jon’s chair with Tormund and Davos flanking her. Sandor stood broodily in the corner of the room. Grey Worm and Jorah stood by the door and Missandei quickly hurried in, she stood next to Grey Worm and ensured he wasn’t badly hurt before finally focusing on the task at hand. Jamie sauntered in, the last of the group and took one look at the table and decided it would be best for him to stand out of the way.

“My first act of business will be my Queensguard. Grey Worm, I want you to pick the best of our warriors and ask them if they would like to be members of the army or members of the Queensguard. Ser Jorah, I would like you to return to your post of Lord Commander. Ser Davos, you can continue to work with Jon, as well as you Tormund. Lady Brienne you will be a military advisor, Arya you too as well as my eyes and ears in the North. Ser Jamie, you will ensure that Casterly rock now belongs to house Targaryen and you are given the task of killing those that remain n your sister’s queens guard. Ser Sandor, you are free to continue with what you were doing before we summoned you unless you’d rather stay in Kings Landing. Tyrion you are still the Hand of the Queen, ”

Everyone nodded at their roles and began to leave. Once the room was emptied out, Jon spoke.

“Said like a true queen.”

“I have waited 6 years to be in this position.”

There was a pause between the two.

“Have you decided what you want to do?” Dany asked, filling the silence.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you said you married me to help secure my position as queen and to get rid of the White Walkers. What now?”

“I was going to return to Winterfell, but I think Arya and Sansa have that dealt with. Now I’m not so sure.”

“You could stay here”

“You said it yourself, I’ve done what I promised. You’re queen. We don’t need to keep this charade up”

“So it’s still a charade to you?”

“Is it to you?”

“It was, I despised you in the beginning, but somewhere along the line, I found myself falling in love with you. I never thought I would love again after Drogo. But it seems as though I did. So no, for me it is not a charade. But if it is to you, we can arrange for something else.”

“Don’t joke with me Daenerys”

“Why would I joke about who I love. My first love was taken by a witch. I had to smother him in our tent to end his suffering.”

“I love you too”

“Then why did you say that you didn’t want to stay in Kings Landing?”

“Because you swore to me that you’d never fall in love with anyone again. And at first, I was okay with it because I felt the same but now it burns me”

“Then don’t leave.”

“Dany-”

“I command you as your queen, to stay by my side and rule as my husband.”

“You’re really going to use your queenly authority on me?”

Dany nodded and smiled absent-mindedly

“I’ll have to stay then”

“Good, I’d hate to send you back to the Nights Watch”

“You wouldn’t dare”

“Believe me, I would”

He put his arm around her shoulder and led her out of the council room.

“It’s late. Let’s get to bed. You have a lifetime of ruling ahead of you, Your grace”

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[maladaptive---daydreamer]

Please do one where you're roommates with your potential bae. But what you don't know is that every time you both mysteriously disappear it's because you're a villain and he's a hero (like Spider-Man or someone you choose) so you keep trying to apologise to eachother and make up an excuse for being gone.. also you both bandage eachother up after coming home without knowing you just fought eachother.. I believe in your writing skills.. MAKE ME PROUD WITH THIS ONE BECAUSE IM EXCITED 😍

SO MUCH PRESSURE 😭😭😭 I will try my best 😭. Also, who is potential bae? Bucky or Steve or whoooo

#ask #asks #replies #replie

[maladaptive---daydreamer]

Can you do a one-shot where the gender neutral human reader is a reporter for The Daily Planet and knows that their girlfriend Clara Kent (the female version of Superman) is Superwoman and they get kidnapped by Lex Luthor and then saved by Clara? Before the reader is saved, they say to Lex "this is the fourth time this week you've kidnapped me. Don't you have anything better to do?" The pronouns are them and they, just to be clear.

I did get your previous ask, also thank you for confirming the pronoun confusion.N xx

[maladaptive---daydreamer]

Do you mind writing a one shot of Damon marrying you when you're both drunk and then waking up in the morning and with both of you regretting it and hating eachother.. however you're parents know about this so you have to pretend to be married.. and you slowly fall in love. THANK YOU

Yaas oh my god. Can we see this becoming a mulitple part series? Like a drabble series?

N xx

[maladaptive---daydreamer]

Hiii first of all I love your stories 😍😍 you're amazing.. second of all would you mind writing a one shot from any one of your fandoms (you can choose since I watch all of the things listed out) where the main character and the love interest have a massive height difference.. 😂😘😘

Thank you!!!! I feel spoilt for choice so any suggestions? Like top 3?

N xx