#He understood pretty soon that he had fucked up in the castle but he was too ashamed to admit it

[spiegelgestalt]

Addendum 2: Rem

in the whole hot potato game between Subaru and Emilia of who gets to be the hero and who has to be the damsel Rem takes an interesting role:

She agrees to be the damsel in distress and invites Subaru to be her hero. (It's what makes Subarus heroic acts at the end of season 1 possible)

And she gets punished for it

Here's another truth in the hero/damsel in distress dichotomy: the damsel doesn't have to be a person to fuel the hero. And so after making one final speech how her hero will surely come to save her Rem becomes an object solely there to fuel Subarus determination. And how many stories have we heard who are similar?

#natsuki subaru #Rem #re:zero spoilers #re zero kara hajimeru isekai seikatsu #Having seen season 2 I don't necessarily think that the end of season 1 is a happy ending #And I also don't think Subaru has learned all that much #He understood pretty soon that he had fucked up in the castle but he was too ashamed to admit it #Rems invitation for him to be the hero helped him get over his shame though. And it's helpful for him emotionally. But it's also a crutch #Subarus playacting as a hero arguably costs Rem her life and Emilia her agency #Which threw Emilia in a huge existential crisis which only got resolved in season 2

[jaggedcliffs]

I've started up listened to the Re: Dracula audiobook (and reading a copy of Dracula that I picked up on a whim from an indie bookstore last month), and quite a few things are sticking out to me about the first few days

Jonathan's "I must ask the Count about these superstitions" was made fun of quite a bit, both because our cultural knowledge of Dracula makes it ridiculous, and also because he seems to be trusting the nobility's knowledge over the superstitious peasants, which ties into the sense that Jonathan is dismissive of the townspeople's warnings

But he opens his May 4th entry with asking the innkeepers for information about Dracula, and they keep ducking the answers.

(and it's fair that the people in the May 4th/5th entries don't say more when Jonathan asks (and he does ask), because unless you've grown up in the shadow of a vampire literally stealing babies from your villages, it would be a pretty insane thing to tell someone).

And when Jonathan finds the innkeepers' reactions "not by any means comforting," his first instinct is to want to ask other townspeople to find out more; he just doesn't have the time to investigate because the coach is (supposed to) arrive very soon after.

Plus, the innkeeper giving him the cross very much does freak him out! His first refrain of 'if I die, goodbye Mina!' comes at the end of the May 4th entry because of the innkeeper's worry.

The people speaking of "werewolves" and "vampires" only happens after he's already sitting in the coach -- which is when he makes the "ask the Count" note (a note that he likely makes because, again, he's sitting in coach and he's about to leave the townspeople behind). They only make a sign to guard him from the evil eye after the coach has just started on its way.

Before he leaves the town, Jonathan isn't given enough of a solid reason to present to his boss -- or to his client, if the client turned out to be a human person who doesn't imprison solicitors -- if he turned around or wasted the client's time and money by refusing the "best place on the coach" on the way to the castle. Nor is he given enough time after the first warning that something is off to find that solid reason or to find alternatives.

He even comments that as much as he's enjoying the scenery on the coach, he probably would enjoy it a lot less if he'd understood what the people on the coach were saying. It's more like he's trying to distract himself from the looming sense of dread, not that he's ignorant to it.

By the time Dracula is taking him in the calèche, the coach is barely out of sight before he outright says that he "think[s] had been any alternative [he] should have taken it" instead of doing whatever the fuck is happening to him now.

It's not just that he planned to ask the Count about the superstitions, but that he also wanted to ask the people about the Count. He wants to ask the Count about the superstitions because he isn't able to talk to the townspeople more. And he wants to ask the townspeople about the Count because the little he's heard so far worries him.

But after he gets his first warning of weirdness, he doesn't have the time to investigate further, or find a way to the castle in a way that doesn't put him in the count's power. Which is probably how Dracula wanted it

#dracula #re: dracula #jonathan harker #meta #jagged posts about dracula #reading back through some tumblr posts from back when dracula daily just started #the posts present jonathan as mocking the townspeople #but that's more the proto-jonathan from ''dracula's guest'' than the actual jonathan we get #our jonathan was at first just very 'wtf???' then was quickly 'oh god am I going to die???' #the line 'I must ask the count about these superstitions' is maybe the closest we get to him dismissing the townsfolk #but it's surrounding by jonathan going 'these people's worry for me is very sweet and also terrifies me' #their actions freak him out too much through the may 4th and 5th entries #to read jonathan as dismissing them as unimportant superstitious peasants

[autisticlancemcclain]

Keith knows, objectively, that love languages aren’t really real. No one has a set way to show love — it depends almost 100% on the person or the situation, and changes regularly as people change.

Lance may be the exception to this fact, and Keith isn’t saying that lightly.

If you explained love languages to someone, and then had them befriend Lance for five minutes, they would have no problem distinguishing him as a gift-giver. That’s not to say that he doesn’t like the other stuff, too. If Lance doesn’t get a certain amount of cuddles a day, he pouts until someone gives in and hugs the boy, which never takes long. (He’s very huggable, in Keith’s — and everyone else’s — humble opinion.) Lance positively lights up when he gets complimented — it’s adorable. He spends almost every second of free time with someone else, even if they’re just sitting in the same room. He also regularly does little chores and tasks for everyone. That’s four of the five: physical touch, words of affirmation, valuable time, acts of service. Check, check, check.

But one thing he does, for everyone, is give gifts. Big and small. Once he got access to the crafting room in the castle in their first week of space, everyone had a little pile of clothes and trinkets on their bed within a month. There’s something he does, though, that always makes Keith smile when he remembers it.

Lance can’t go somewhere without getting someone some kind of present.

And he doesn’t always buy a gift — often they’re just silly little things he sees that make him think of his friends. But every trip, inevitably, he comes back with a little bag full of things he’ll leave for everyone to find (as if everyone doesn’t know exactly who it’s from). At the start of their space journey, he picked things up for Hunk and Pidge — scrap metal, parts, spices, gaming equipment. Whatever he saw. As he started to grow closer with everyone else and learn what they liked, he picked up other things, as well: jewellery and flowers for Allura, collectable little action figures for Shiro, cool rocks and plants for Coran (the two of them had a whole collection of crystals and fossils they regularly geeked over).

He brought Keith home a book. Every time. Every planet, even if there logically shouldn’t be a book Lance can find, somehow he does. At first it confused him — weren’t they rivals? Didn’t Lance hate him? Then why the fuck did he keep leaving Keith gifts? — but eventually Keith understood them for the olive branch/‘I-don’t-really-hate-you’ messages that they were, and things started looking up between them.

Now? Keith is running out of space. The paladin rooms have a couple shelves, but they were filled up pretty quickly. He’s resorted to stacking books in precarious piles around his room. Lance made them into a Christmas-tree-shaped stack last December (or, at least, what they guessed was December), which was pretty funny. But Keith has so many books now that no Christmas tree is big enough to hold all his wordy treasure. (Why don’t you just give some away? you may ask. Surely you don’t need to clutter up your room for books you’ve likely already consumed. And yeah, valid point. Keith’s read them all, he probably could chuck a few. But Keith likes his book collection. Lance is really good at picking books Keith enjoys, actually, and the ones he doesn’t like are fun to read to Lance in a mocking voice, which entertains them both. Plus, each book is like a physical manifestation of Lance’s care. Keith would sooner cut off his beloved mullet. So, no. The books stay.)

It really is becoming a problem, though. Soon Keith is gonna have to replace his mattress with a bookshelf.

#this is basically just an excuse for me to gush about lance <3 #vld #voltron #keith #keith kogane #lance #lance mcclain #pre klance #klance #flirting #lance is a sweetheart #i love him so much #autistic lance mcclain #my writing #fic fragment

[lowkeyclueless5137]

I come with a fifth Barbie movie AU Idea but this time The Magic of Pegasus(cause that movie was also my childhood :D), and let’s have Ortho be the star this time(he’ll be a super great ice skater in my opinion, plus he’ll technically be a prince too[also yeah royal Shroud Family]) plus uhhh your older brother got turned into a Pegasus 😀💧, uhhh BLESS US WITH YOUR WRITER MAGIC AND MAKE THIS AU COME TO LIFE!

*pulls out wand*

*wand explodes in face* :'3

Nah... Make it more chaotic!

It's a few changes... But nonetheless it's fun to make a 5th au for the Barbie movies :D

How about Idia being turned into a dragon. Because let's be fricking serious, a Pegasus or a pheonix(my second option) is very pretty and it wouldn't surprise anyone if it stood at the royal palace, since it was an exquisite animal that many would expect an influential royal person to own.

But a dragon? Everyone knew Idia would be hunted on sight! The people would be outraged that such beast lived in their kingdom. Hence why he had to leave for far away lands. If you wonder, no, he couldn't breath fire, but he could set himself up with that blue flame he had for hair. Hence he uses this technique when he's cornered.

Now cut to our Boi Ortho. He grew up to be a bit more rebelios, since his parents were very protective of him. He never understood why they were so protective, because he was never told about Idia's story. Don't get him wrong, he loves his parents, but sometimes they drive him up the walls with that protectiveness.

He has Epel, a bear cub, as his friend. Epel was a lil shit, but overall loyal to his buddy.

Cue Ortho's 18th birthday coming up. Being deemed major at that point, many expected that after this to maybe hear about a possible engagement. The people of the kingdom knew that if Idia was there, he would've already been promised to someone, but then again, for Ortho it wasn't heard about any arrangements.

Because it was hiss birthday, Ortho is allowed to do anything his heart desires, with a few conditions: don't leave the borders and don't talk to strangers if he decides to go outside. Pretty simple if you ask me. :3

As such, Ortho is allowed to go and ice-skate at the big party on the frozen lake next to the castle. He could've sworn that his mother could hardly keep some tears, but he swatted it off as her being just a bit emotional. He expected his father to be the most emotional one, but alas, with a small hug and a kiss on the cheek, Ortho bid farewell and went to have fun with Epel.

But the fun doesn't last long when a griffin comes from the sky with a very sus wizard. This wizard introduces himself as Ortho's future husband, which the teen is rightfully grossed out by this. He actually did expect the possibility of an arranged marriage, but even this guy was way too under the bar.

It becomes more wierd when the king and queen arrive and demand to leave Ortho alone. Ortho had no idea what dangerous this situation was and he shouldn't marry so soon, let alone with a man that it's so self-centered and bitchy. Like please... There are some standards. -3-

Of course, in a fit of rage, the evil wizard turns everyone into ice statues, saying that if Ortho doesn't marry him, his kingdom and parents would melt at the first sign on spring.

Ortho is fucking confused, since it was the end of summer here. Did the guy not do his homework? Here's always cold.

Nonetheless, the ice statues were a bad sign and Ortho needed to flee. Grabbing Epel, he was ready to do so, but the griffin was also easy to snatch the prince in its claws.

Cue big dragon coming to the rescue. Of course, the wizard mocks it, saying how pitiful Idia became as just an oversized lizard with wings. Idia tho, doesn't spare much time, getting Ortho and dipping out of there, before the wizard could even try to catch up to them.

Ortho is rightfully terrified. But the dragon is just glad he's alright, presenting himself as Idia. He doesn't tell too much, but mentions that the wizard that demanded for marriage was a powerful, self-centered jerk that, unfortunately, everyone had to comply otherwise they would suffer a worse fate than in their nightmares.

Idia reveals that he was actually summoned in by the king and queen, to look out for Ortho. They knew that the wizard might show up to ask for marriage, so they called Idia, to take Ortho somewhere safe and avoid the wizard's wrath that way.

And Ortho rightfully is shaken up by this. They were in a cave, Epel in his lap and him hugging the bear, just processing the whole ordeal. It was a bit chilly, but that's when Idia puts himself in between Ortho's back and the cave wall, setting himself on fire. The fire did not burn or hurt, but it was warm and soothing.

The wizard surely won't stop looking for his 'bride' so Idia brought Ortho to the sky castle, castle ruled by Malleus.

Malleus also seemed to expect the 2, so he asks Azul if by chance they have the guest room ready for Ortho. Idia tho, insists to keep the younger with him, in case of anything.

Even tho, Ortho and Epel had to be passed on to Azul, mostly to get them used to this place.

Azul says that he was a merman. His kingdom was brought to shambles by the same evil wizard, when he came for prince Rielle's hand and he was refused. As such, all the merpeople were either turned into full fishes or full humans, while Rielle was taken by force.

Malleus's kingdom was struck as well, but he was able to stand off against the threats. Even so, all of Malleus's people were turned into small flying critters that now roam the world and try their best to inform the fae about his enemy's next move. He was also outdone in this situation, as most of his power was stolen by the same greedy mf.

Ortho does ask why Idia was called. At that, Azul says that's it is a touchy subject and that only Idia could disclose such thing.

The first night, Ortho was a bit awkward to sleep next to a literal dragon. But it was also a home-y feeling that Idia had. It felt comfy and safe.

In the morning, Malleus does explain the circumstances: as much as he would want to house in Ortho, the evil wizard was after him. Malleus would risk much more of his kingdom's well-being if he allowed Ortho to stay too much. He had to be in constant movement if he wanted to escape the wizard's clutches.

Of course, Ortho didn't want to just run away and hide. He wanted home and he also wanted his parents and his kingdom to be back to normal and all safe.

Idia does say that there is one solution: a light wand, but that thing was reduced to only a myth. Ortho inquires on why does he insist that it was only a myth and why they shouldn't pursue such thing.

Malleus discloses that Idia used to be human. He was cursed by the wizard to be like this. He was like this for years, all this time looking for a solution. Yet he found nothing and slowly lost his hopes.

Idia himself was on another side of the room, getting reassured by Azul. Malleus tells Ortho that, give or take, he would have around 3 days until the wizard would resort to much worse threats. So Ortho begs to know how he can at least aquire the wand.

So Malleus gives him the instructions on how to build the said wand. Idia insists on accompanying Ortho and Epel on their small journey.

But, while passing by a mirror, Ortho noticed how Idia looked human in the reflection. And it was a quite strong resemblance in between them. Idia said to pay no mind to it and just move. The more they move, the harder it is to track them.

And so, the 3 venture around. They meet Ace, a merchant who was in search for something to sell out so he could pay his debts.

Later on, it is revealed Idia's backstory, how he was the older brother of Ortho and how he made a mistake of rushing into marriage. He was promised to prince Malleus(before he was crowned king), but when Idia was 16, the wizard showed up. Ortho was merely a baby then when Idia refused to marry the wizard, for he was engaged already. This stirred the wrath of the wizard and as such, Idia was cursed to a violent beast that no one could ever love.

Of course, we get through a lot of shenanigans, Ace actually being promised in the end, from Ortho something to pay off his debt. They are friends, yay! :D

And we do get the evil wizard defeated and his spells broken by the light wand.

And that would be it! A happy ending :D

#twisted wonderland #asks :3 #Tbh I have a lot of aus with Shroud bros centric #My top tiers are probably king of the Blots kung-fu panda and fnaf aus #They are fun :3

[witchysethharper]

“Shit.” 

The sudden, loud bang! from outside the car immediately snapped Seth out of whatever little reverie he’d fallen into while driving to Krovs Town. It was immediately followed by an almost hissing noise and then rubber flopping along the pavement as he felt his Nissan Rogue slow down beyond his control. “Shiiiit, fuck,” he muttered, not a fucking clue on what he should do. In hindsight, he really shouldn’t have ignored that low tire pressure warning that kept popping up on his dashboard for the last month or so. Every time he checked the tires looked fine. Then again, Seth wasn’t really sure what a tire with low air pressure even looked like. He definitely had a flat tire now, maybe worse, and needed to get off the road. 

Where were the hazard lights again? His gaze darted between the road as his car drifted and he forced it to stay straight and the interior, looking for where the goddamn button. Normally Seth didn’t drive. He never had a license until recently and never had a reason to operate a car. He usually relied on flight or teleportation to get where he needed. But he’d also recently come to a sort of realization that if he somehow didn’t have his magic, he’d be royally fucked, and might as well learn, right? Also Seth found it kind of peaceful driving between Krovs Castle and Krovs Town, the ride just long enough to enjoy blasting his music and the scenery rolling by. Driving wasn’t the hard part for him; it was when strange lights appeared on his dashboard and Seth had no idea what they meant or what to do. He’d never had a father or a father figure...or really any parental figure to show him these things or teach him how to change a fucking tire and googling it in the moment made absolutely no sense. Plus his phone was dying pretty quickly and no doubt youtube videos and WikiHows would drain the last of it before he could figure out the tire situation. Heinrich was a different sort of parental figure, focusing more on the caretaking, supporting the young witch, and encouraging his interests. 

Fortunately, he knew someone better than google who was great with this shit. Unfortunately that very same person happened to be pissed off at him for a very valid reason. Shade hadn’t spoken to him since he came clean about Gotrik about a month or so ago. In a way, Seth felt better finally getting that lie he’d been carrying off his chest and yet worse at the same time knowing he shouldn’t have kept it for so long from his friend. He thought he’d been protecting Shade by keeping him in the dark. He knew that he couldn’t hide it forever and inevitably Shade would find out – he wasn’t stupid and people gossiped, especially in bars or restaurants. It was the guilt of lying and fear of the cambion finding out other ways that motivated Seth to speak up.

The moment Seth was safely off the road, he grabbed his phone, left the car to inspect the damage of his tire blowing out with a few more muttered profanities. He stared down at his phone, tapping the side of it as he thoroughly debated his options.  He couldn’t blame Shade for being angry and understood him needing space until he cooled off. And as much as he wanted to respect that boundary, he kind of needed some assistance here. He’d been good about not bothering Shade with this stuff, capable of cooking for himself, cleaning up the suite (when he wanted), and figuring out minor repairs. However, cars were a new thing in his life and he did not want to be stranded very long on the mountain road with the sun about to set soon and the cold creeping in. He started typing his message out:

Text: Hey, I’m sorry to bother you 

Text: I got a fucked up tire on the way to town and I'm not sure how to change it

Text: Would you maybe be able to come by and help me out please? 

He hesitated before pressing send on the last one, nervously chewing on his fingernails as he waited for a response. 

@shadedempsey

#p: flat tire #para #shadedempsey

[raidenproulx]

After getting his fill of meat and murder of prem since it was way to pricey on. The castle wasn't a place for all fantasies, despite what it advertised. Acted like slave's weren't replaceable. Course he understood to a degree considering how much he paid for Ember and if someone other than him killed the little shit he would be madder than hell. So tit for tat on that.

Regardless, knowing he wasn't going to accidentally go too far during heat Raiden headed to the undercroft. Purposefully still wasn't off the table. The tribrid well aware of the consequences, but there'd been very few times he'd ever given any fucks about the consequences of his actions. He noted the slave he wanted had been claimed, but soon enough found something that would do. Never one to be too picky about the whole he fucked. Pretty face and a good taste.

"Get the fuck up." He growled kicking the cot the slave was on. It was a given the other was coming with him. "Now." In case there was any need for clarification.

@kajoling

#kajoling #heat week july 2023

[torotoro0]

Morpheus x Reader

'The Nightmare's Dream'

{Chapter 4}

{Click for Chapters}

Must you be always the reason when there's trouble? I can't help but laugh at your silly antics.

A/N: Blame my writer's block for taking so long on chap 4 huhuhu.

-

Yeah.

I mean, the more the merrier alright? They were pretty friendly, unlike the creatures from Dream's realm, they are decent enough for humanity's standards. After they took their time introducing themselves to me, we had a hearty meal, it was perhaps...

Delectable.

Pretty impressive for my first meal after years of imprisonment. I bid them goodbye as to continue to venture towards my 'mission', if Lucifer hadn't sent me her ugly goon, preferably her ugly 'pet' I would've took my time in taking in everything myself.

"You can stop following me now" I stopped dead in my tracks, glancing to my left. "Just so you know, boss was the one who sent me alright? So no reason to kill me" A caw then followed.

"Of course" I laugh, turning around facing the bird. "Why would he want you to follow me though?"

"I don't really know the whole reason but" He approaches me and stopping just in front of my shoe. "I heard a glimpse of it" he whispers.

"Do tell little birdie" I crouch, furrowing my eyebrows, "Well, this is how I understood it" he was squirming, taking his fucking time. "He and Lucienne were talking about how they would save Rose's brother and-"

"Oh, I know about that!" I shrug, standing up and beginning to walk away when he interrupted, "WAIT!" Arching my eyebrows, I stop once more glancing to my left. "they- they were talking about why were you so invested in boss' affairs and how he wants to find out what's your motive!"

A pregnant pause was filling the air, with a slight tension added.

"Thank you.. Matthew" I smile at him making the bird bow and fly away. “Say hi to Dream for me!” Waving goodbye, I teleported to the person who can help me with this, wouldn’t really want to do this, but this might be the best resort I got.

—-----

“My Lord, maybe the princess has changed? Don’t you see how she approaches all of us here? Even Matthew had a good impression of her” the librarian sat down as the endless paced around the room. “Lucienne”

“She’s a demon, Lucifer’s sister, Lucifer who’s the ruler of hell” his voice was stern, but comforting, like lecturing a child who made a mistake in a quiet afternoon. “I know my lord but-”

“Lucienne” his voice gave the poor librarian shivers down her spine. “You are… free to go now, thank you” giving Lucienne a nod, she left the room, clearing her throat. “What are you planning Y/N….”

-

“This isn’t how I wanted to spend my summer” I groan as Desire circles around me. “Hm?~ And what do I owe the princess that she visited me herself?~”

“First off, I’m not here to do… whatever you're.. thinking, and secondly..” I sighed heavily, slightly shaking my head. “I need your help” I bit my cheek, never in my life I thought I would visit them, but desperate times calls for desperate measures. 

“Of course!” they clasp their hands together, “But, a deal isn’t called a deal when only one is giving an offer right?” tracing my shoulders down to my waist, he chuckles. “Uh, sure, what do you want in return then?”

“Let’s just say…” I look at them with anticipation, as lustful as Desire looks, they won’t really do harm on you, I mean- they’re ‘Desire’ what's the worst that can happen? “I want to take part in Lucifer’s little mission”

“Pardon?”

“I know what you came here” I arch an eyebrow as their tail was swaying back and forth while laying on their stomach. “Love is all about Desire, who else can help you other than me?” they chuckle.

-

“Lucienne” the Lord’s silvery voice echoed through the castle’s dark empty halls, and was soon joined by the librarian’s scurrying footsteps. “What is it you require my Lord?” slightly bowing her head, Dream clears his throat, looking down on the elf, as she glanced up to him, his forehead was full of sweat, as if he had worked-out, his eye was twitching erratically.

“I don’t exactly require anything” as if she sensed there was an upcoming ‘but’ she was just fast enough to cut him off, “ask away my Lord” the librarians schedule was tightly packed with all the renovations of the realm and in addition, she still has to work on the library, and since Mervin and Matthew were too busy with their own assigned chores, she’s on a one woman army now.

“Y/N, as we speak..” his lips form into a thin line. “Absquatulated earlier, why was she in a hurry?” the librarian was slightly taken aback from what the dream lord has asked.

The Dream lord? Asking why were you in such a hurry? 

Curiouser and curiouser..

“I don’t quite know why she was in a hurry my Lord, but she is the sister of hell’s ruler, it’s fairly understandable that she will be busy” the endless replies with a slight nod, queuing the librarian to leave the room. 

-

Sorry for the long wait, and the VERY short chapter, I was really busy with exams and everything, I almost forgot I wrote a book hehe.

#lord morpheus x reader #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #dream x reader #dream lord x reader #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless #dream #netflix sandman #the sandman series #netflix the sandman #sandman netflix #the sandman #morpheus #lord morpheus #morpheus x y/n #sandman x reader #netflix sandman x reader #netflix

[starlitwinter]

I’m not evil

Even after telling him my story in a language he did not know, Manwë still looked suspicious but less so. Probably noticing that I was not carrying any weapon.

"How do you say again... Mellon? Oh no, that's Sindarin."

Well then, let's use the rough sign language and try to make him understand that I'm not evil. I put my hand on my chest.

"Leya."

Then I pointed at him.

"Manwë."

Before coming back to me.

"Leya."

He looked at me a little confused. Come on, Manwë, it's not that hard to understand. Fortunately before I could start my explanations again, he made the gestures I had made.

"Manwë."

Bravo you know your own name!

"Leya."

I nodded and he held out his hand, inviting me to follow him. And well, he gives his trust quickly. But I accepted it with no comment. It's always good to have a Vala by your side instead of nobody.

"Follow me young Leya." "Just because we exchanged names doesn't mean I understand Quenya now."

He smiled at me and we started walking towards who knows where. After a few minutes, Manwë started pointing at things before teaching me their names and then, I never thought that the most powerful Valar (after Melkor) would stoop to that but well, he mimed simple actions like eating and sleeping and taught me the words. This gave me a pretty... basic vocabulary before we arrived at the bottom of the mountain where he lives with Varda. Taniquetil or whatever. 

"And how do we get up there?"

He smiled at me and wrapped one of his arms around my waist before flying off.

"Oh my god. Don't let go!"

The climb was quick and we soon found ourselves at the top of the mountain. A kind of city was built there. Everything was pearly white and in the center of the city stood a house bigger than the others. It must have been Manwë's house. I was so amazed by the beauty of what was in front of my eyes that I didn't even realize that our feet had found solid ground. Manwë still had his arm around my waist and I still had the fabric of his sleeve in my hands. He made me let go of him gently before taking my hand in his. And we began to walk again. If my memory is good, the people of Ingwë live here too. So I should see some elves soon... Here they are! God they are big and sparkling. And with their blond hair. Too much beauty for my poor eyes. I'm going to be blind at the end of the day...

"Elves."

Manwë looked at me intrigued by my reaction to the sight of the elves. Because I was halfway to crying. Wait. What about me? Did the magic of the senario make me a fucking elf? That would be so cool! I quickly put my hand up to my ears before I felt plastic. Damn my swimming cap. I quickly took it off, letting my hair down and checked my ears. Ah. Still round. 

"So you had your hair hidden. As well as round... ears." 

Manwë had lifted a strand of my hair, clearing my ears.

"Still don't get it."

He said nothing and let my hair fall back down before lifting his own and showing me his pointed ears.

"Ears." "Ears?" "Ears."

Is he really using every possible situation to teach me Quenya words? Absolutely. Then he pointed to his house.

"Manwë, house."

What did I say.

"Leya, house. At least for now. We'll see where you reside once you can speak basic Quenya."

Wait. I didn't understand the end of the sentence but the beginning. If I understood correctly. I will live with him? And Varda? As long as I avoid Finwë's family I will be better off. And live longer. So it's a good idea.

"Manwë, Leya, house." "Manwë and Leya's house"

Yippee my first sentence! Which I probably wouldn't use anywhere. But at least now I have 'and'. I'm progressing!  Once in the house. Or rather, the castle for crying out loud. It's just huge. Anyway, Manwë called someone. A woman. Not Varda. An elf and spoke to her before pointing to me. She approached me and introduced herself, Ilia. And she motioned for me to follow her. I looked at Manwë to see what to do and he motioned for me to go.

"Go."

So like that, we get rid of me? Very well. So I followed Ilia into the castle and she took me to a room. While teaching me the names of all the objects in the room, she showed me my room. I guess this is my room. And boy, it's as big as an apartment. I sat down on the bed and she left me to get used to the room. 

Finally alone, the adrenaline of being in Aman subsided and I suddenly realized that I would never again hear Luke make fun of the mistake in my name. Or my questionable taste in food. Luke. My twin with whom I've shared everything since the beginning of my life. Luke, who I had the best time with. Luke. I would never see my parents again. Maman who pushed me to continue swimming, secretly hoping that I would make a career out of it and do what she could never do. Maman who made us dinner every night even though she said that soon it would be up to us to make it. Maman who separated and reconciled us when Luke and I argued. Papa who would hold Maman back. Papa who always took my side. Papa who watched science fiction movies with me. Papa who always gave me a book to cheer me up. 

"Oh fuck. I gotta get back. My family merde."

Tears began to slowly roll down my cheeks and I wiped them away as I went. I took deep breaths to calm myself. Just like I was taught. And slowly my tears stopped, leaving me just sniffling in silence.

"A bath. Let's take a bath."

I stood up and with one fluid movement removed my wetsuit and the bathing suit I was wearing underneath, leaving me naked in the room. I walked purposefully to the tub and stopped for a few seconds to admire it. Like the walls of the room, it was marble and shiny. I must have been expected to take a bath because there was already water in it. I dove in and found the water warm but not too hot. Water at the perfect temperature. I relaxed and closed my eyes. I could use a little nap...

"Leya? Wake up, you'll catch a cold."

I woke up to the sound of Ilia's voice and answered her in a sleepy voice before opening my eyes to look at her. 

"What?"

She pointed to the water.

"Water."

Then rubbed her arms, mimicking a shiver.

"Cold." "Ah okay. Cold water. I'm getting out."

I pulled myself out of the tub and exposed myself naked to Ilia. Fortunately, modesty had long since left my body. The collective showers and changing rooms of the pool had something to do with it... My nudity did not seem to bother her and she handed me a kind of towel. I'm sure it's made of wool of I don't know what. But I accepted it and dried myself quickly. Then she guided me to the part of the room that was the dressing room. And offered me a dress. 

"Dress."

I nodded and mimed the action of putting on pants and a t-shirt. She nodded and motioned for me to wait before searching the closets for what I wanted.  Once found, she handed them to me before giving me their names.

"Pants. Tunic."

I nodded but did not put them on. A little embarrassed I showed her with a vague movement my chest and my thigh and she laughed softly.

"Underwear."

She pulled out of a drawer a pair of women's underwear and something else that was supposed to be a bra. I put on the underwear and nodded to her that I didn't know how to put on the other thing. She nodded and helped me put it on. This thing is amazing because it doesn't look like a bra at all but it feels and fits exactly the same! I then put on the pants and tunic that she had taken out. Now dressed, she took me out of the room and walked me through the castle until I arrived at a door that must be at least four meters high. She knocked and beckoned me in. I did so. But she did not follow me. So I was alone in this room. Or rather this library, as far as I could see. Good God. We could have put two houses in there. The elves are not in the thin exaggeration! But I couldn't admire the library for very long because an elf approached me. 

"Hello young Leya. I am Luniteria and I will be your quenya teacher. Come." "So I didn't understand a thing. But hello to you too."

He smiled at me before guiding me to a table where we could see books, papers, ink and quills.

Oh merde. That's my Quenya teacher. 

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[hintsofhoney]

Before Winter Comes

Pairing(s): Jon Snow x F!Reader

Summary: As soon as you get word that Jon is the new Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, you ride to Castle Black to see if he'll be willing to bend some rules for you.

Tags: 18+, oral (female receiving), rough sex, slightly dom!Jon Snow

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N:  Whaaat? Me writing something other than Supernatural? Am I sick? Haha, no, but seriously, I just finished up Game of Thrones (a few years late, I know), but that's besides the point. There's a scene where Jon is Lord Commander and he's in his office and I just got to thinking, "Damn, I'd really like him to fuck me up against that wall." And so, here we are. This was actually incredibly difficult to write; medieval smut dialogue isn't really easy to imagine, so please be nice to me. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy! (Also, huge shout out to @deangirl93 for helping me brainstorm said medieval smut dialogue!)

You can also read me on Ao3!

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The cold wind bit at your face as you made your way to Castle Black. It was the earliest sign that winter wasn’t only coming; it was right around the corner. You had been riding from Winterfell, a few weeks journey, and you only had a few more hours left to go. As soon as you got word of Jon becoming Lord Commander, you knew you had to come see him. Maybe things would be different now; maybe you would be able to bend some rules. When you had said goodbye to Jon a few years ago, it was understood that you very well might not ever see him again. “You know I won’t be able to marry. I won’t be able to father children,” he had said to you when you told him that joining the Night’s Watch didn’t necessarily mean that it had to be the end between you two. “I don’t care. I love you, Jon Snow,” you had replied, as you begged him to understand. You knew why he felt like he needed to go; he was a bastard, to everyone else. He was nothing. He had no other place or purpose, than at the wall. You thought differently. He was everything to you.

You were freezing by the time you rode up to the gates at Castle Black. You couldn’t feel your face or hands, and you only hoped that the men wouldn’t give you too much trouble. They probably had no clue who you were, even though you and Jon had kept somewhat in touch since his leaving, sending ravens back and forth, you doubted that he ever uttered a word about you. “I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children”, was how part of the Night’s Watch oath went, and knowing Jon, you knew he took it seriously. However, you believed that it was a pretty vague oath. You didn’t have to marry Jon, you didn’t have to bear his children – you weren’t asking for any of that. You just wanted to be with him, in whatever capacity you could. Even if it was just for a little while. The gates opened slowly and a few men approached you cautiously.

“Can we help you, m’lady?”

“I am here to see the Lord Commander, Jon Snow,” you replied sweetly, charming them with a smile from atop your horse.

“On what business?”

You frowned. “Is the Lord Commander here?”

“Who is asking?” The man persisted.

You sighed as you peered through the open gates, catching a glimpse of the man who you were here to see.

“Jo – Lord Snow!” You yelled, taking your chance. You saw him look up at you from where he was coming down the stairs. The men who had opened the gates looked back at their Lord Commander nervously, as if they were about to be in trouble for letting you catch a glimpse of him.

“Let her in!” Jon commanded, racing to the gate now. The men stepped aside and you rode through.

You took Jon’s hand as he helped you off your horse, staring at you with a mix of wonder and confusion in his eyes. “Why did you come here, Lady Y/L/N?” He asked gently, knowing better than to refer to you informally in front of the Watch.

“To see you,” you replied simply. Jon looked from side to side as he noticed men gathering around the two of you and quickly dropped your hand.

“Is there something I can help you all with!?” He barked. The men quickly dispersed. He turned his attention back to you. “Follow me.”

 “Fancy office you got,” you teased, running your fingers over the fireplace mantle. Jon was sat at his desk staring at you silently. You couldn’t tell if he was happy or angry to see you; but either made for great sex, so you didn’t care.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” Jon asked, seriousness in his tone.

“You’re Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch,” you replied.

“I am.”

“I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children,” you recited a small part of the oath to him.

He sighed. “The rules don’t change because I am Lord Commander now.”

“I didn’t say they did,” you snipped, making your way over to him. You stood in front of him and leaned against the desk, taking his hands in yours. “Jon… I am not asking to be your wife. I am not asking you to father my children. But I am here now and there is nothing in that oath that says you can’t fuck me up against that wall,” you stated, tilting your head towards the stone wall next to the fire place. “And you are Lord Commander now… no one will challenge you.”

Jon closed his eyes and took a deep breath, no doubt gathering the remaining self-control he had left. “You rode all this way so I could fuck you up against that wall?” He asked, an eyebrow cocked, the huskiness in his voice sending pulses straight to your core.

“And what if I did?” You asked, hopping atop the desk.

“Then it wasn’t a very smart decision,” he said, standing up from his chair. You spread your legs instinctively, allowing him to stand between them.

“And why is that?” You whispered as you looked up at him. Jon bore his eyes into yours, letting you know that he was serious. You let out a frustrated sigh. “If you’re angry with me, Lord Snow, by all means, say it.”

“I am angry with you, Y/N. I told you not to come here. It’s a few weeks journey from Winterfell, and you made it alone!” He scolded, his voice stern, but low, as he continued to stare into your eyes.

“Forgive me, then, for wanting to see you!” You hissed, attempting to push him out of your way so you could hop off the desk, but he didn’t budge.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t fulfill your request, Lady Y/L/N. You’re already here, I might as well give you what you came for,” he said breathily as his hand began to inch under your dress and up your leg. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hand made it to your thigh. You had layers on underneath to save you from the cold from outside, but it was as if you could feel him touching your bare skin anyway. You hadn’t let a man touch you since Jon had left for the Watch. He continued to slowly snake his hand up your leg until he made it to your core, keeping it there, over your layers, but not moving it.

“Jon,” you breathed, as you attempted to grind into his hand, your hands coming up to grip around his neck. He smirked and began using his free hand to untie the front of your dress, slowly pulling apart the laces. You had never wanted it to be warmer in your life, solely because you were becoming irritated by all the layers of clothing that were separating the two of you from one another. You struggled to take off Jon’s clothing, always another buckle to undo or tie to untie. Both of his hands had moved to working on your undergarments by the time you got his first layer off, but somehow through a blur of pulling and tearing at fabric, the both of you had managed to shed your clothes in a matter of minutes. Jon’s lips crashed into yours, his kiss hungry and demanding. You placed your arms around his neck once more, your legs coming to wrap around his waist as he lifted you up off the desk by your ass. The kiss didn’t break as he walked you over to the wall that you had mentioned earlier; you could feel the heat from the nearby fire warming your bare skin as your back came into contact with the cold rock. Jon set you back down on your feet, his lips finally leaving yours to trail kisses down your jaw, neck, and collarbone. His rough fingers came to pinch one of your hardened nipples, rolling it between his thumb and index finger, drawing a moan from your throat. He slowly made his way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses behind him as he sunk to his knees in front of you. Your clit pulsed in anticipation; you had missed the things he could do with his tongue most of all. Jon grabbed one of your calves, pulling your leg up over his shoulder as he planted more kisses up your thigh, his lips finally coming to the spot where you needed them the most. You tangled your hands in his dark curly locks, throwing your head back against the wall as he made his way through your folds with his tongue, spreading your juices around. His arm snaked around the thigh that was over his shoulder as his other hand rested on your abdomen, his thumb dangerously close to your clit. He flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves, drawing a gasp from your lips. He chuckled softly at your reaction, the vibrations sending chills through your body. He dipped his head down a little further, dragging his tongue down your core until he reached your dripping hole. As he slowly pushed his wet muscle into you, you to tightened your grip on his hair. His thumb moved down an inch or so to rub circles on your clit, sending you into a state of bliss. “Oh – Jon,” you moaned, as he continued to fuck you with his tongue, the heat from his breath and pleasant burn on your skin from his beard bringing you close to the edge. A minute or so had passed before you let out a loud gasp as you felt the coil in your abdomen tighten. “Jon!” You practically shouted as your orgasm built up within you. It was brought back down just as quickly as Jon ceased his movements, pulling your leg off of his shoulder and standing back up. He spun you around, your breasts coming into contact with the cold wall and sending shivers throughout your body. Jon grabbed your hips and pulled your ass out towards him, before pushing the top half of you further into the wall by placing his hand right in between your shoulder blades.

“You wanted to get fucked up against this wall, so that’s what I’m going to do, love,” he stated, his voice deep and raspy as ever. You swore that all he had to do was talk to you long enough and you could cum on the spot from his voice alone. Your breath hitched as Jon moved his cock through your wet folds, spreading your juices around it before teasing your entrance with his tip.

“Jon,” you breathed, “Jon, please.” Jon grunted as he pushed himself inside you, allowing you to adjust to his size before he began to thrust. They were slow and deep, a moderate rhythm to them. He waited a few seconds or so between each one, making sure that you felt each one. He continued to buck his hips into you sharply, a gasp escaping you each time he did so. You wanted him to speed up. You needed him to speed up. “Jon –,” you were interrupted by a thrust before you continued, “more. I need more,” you begged.

“I’ll fuck you however I’d like, Y/N,” Jon grunted, as he changed up his pace, speeding up and then slowing back down again. He reached around to place his fingers on your clit, eventually finding a rhythm with his thrusts as he rubbed your mound. You felt the heat build up in your core much quicker than the first time around, the coil inside you threatening to snap as Jon sped up to an unforgiving speed. The grunts and huffs escaping Jon and the moans that were coming from you were no doubt being heard all throughout Castle Black. Not that either of you cared. Jon leaned over you as his thrusts got faster and sloppier, biting down gently on your shoulder as his curls fell over his face. You reached one arm up to grab the back of his head, intertwining your fingers once again with his locks as he partially rested his jaw on your collar bone, his lips attacking your neck in between huffs. You focused on his fingers rubbing circles on your clit, on his cock ramming into you, stretching your walls.

“Jon… Jon, oh – fuck!” You half moaned, half screamed, as the coil in you snapped, a wave of pleasure washing over you. You felt your cunt contract around Jon’s cock as he delivered his few final thrusts before he pulled out of you; white hot spurts of cum falling to the floor. You wished that you could have felt him let go inside you, but you knew how the Night’s Watch dealt with men who broke their oath. Fucking was looked over because the oath was rather vague, but fathering a child? There was nothing vague about that line. You watched Jon’s face as he came down from his high, his cock growing soft again as you stood up straight, attempting to keep your legs from shaking. You turned around to face him, placing your arms around his neck lazily as he picked you up by your thighs, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips once again. He walked you back over to his desk, setting you on top of it gently, before he cupped your face in both of his hands.

“I have missed you, Lady Y/L/N,” he said with a kind smile, placing a kiss upon your forehead. You closed your eyes as you felt his lips touch your skin. You wanted nothing more than to have him; to stay in this moment forever. But, winter was coming, and it was a few weeks journey back to Winterfell.

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Vino

Day 25, Post #1 by @thedistantdusk

Title: Vino Author/Artist: TheDistantDusk Pairing: Harry/Ginny Prompt: In Vino Veritas Rating: E (to be safe) for smutty references.    Trigger Warning(s) (if any): Drinking (everyone of legal age). Frank discussion of sex acts. 

They started drinking at 1 PM. 

It seemed the best way to spend the day together before the Hogsmeade day — not weekend, much to Harry’s disappointment— reached its untimely conclusion. He had to cancel the upstairs room he rented for them, too, which he’s still not chuffed about, and not just because they’d definitely have shagged.

Because with Ginny, It’s more than just physical. It’s always been more than just physical. He misses her… deeply, hollowly misses her. It’s a constant ache in the pit of his stomach, like there’s always part of him that’s somewhere else. They had to settle for a heated snog behind the Three Broomsticks before heading in to escape the cold, but that hadn’t been enough. For either of them.

Of course, on the surface he pretended to understand the sudden change of events. It’s a particularly cold February, so cold that McGonagall was close to canceling the Hogsmeade visit altogether. According to Ginny, she only settled for an early dismissal instead when the student body threatened to mutiny. So Ginny’s due back at 6 now, which truly is shit, but anything is better than not seeing her at all.

Harry blinks at his beautiful girlfriend across the table and wonders why she’s been withdrawn today. Distant. At first, he chalked this up to school stress. After all, she is quidditch captain. He knows firsthand how stressful that can be— and while he’d held the captaincy, NEWTS hadn’t even been on the horizon yet. He also hadn’t dealt with a castle full of ghosts and sadness and distorted memories. 

After the drinks started flowing, though, it became clear that school stress wasn’t the issue. Or at least not the biggest one. When she finished her first pint, she started sending him these fleeting looks of puzzlement in between updating him on the Hogwarts gossip. Her second and third pints brought even greater looks of scrutiny.  Now that she’s midway through her fourth pint, she’s full-on staring at him. For the past twenty minutes, he’s felt a bit like an animal in a zoo. Harry hasn’t known what to do about that, really. As much as he loves her, Ginny’s not known for her subtlety. Or patience. She’s always come outright with any concerns or problems, always addressed them head-on. So this constant look of confusion has been… well, confusing. Harry handled the last twenty minutes the best way he knows how: drinking more, holding her hand across the table, and waiting for her to take the lead. He offers a tiny smile and reaches for his pint. He’s content to wait as long as she needs, for whatever she needs.  As it turns out, though, he decides to take a drink at the worst possible moment. Had he been looking, he would’ve seen her cock her head and open her mouth as she reached some sort of internal breaking point. Unfortunately, he just brings his pint glass to his lips instead. So for better or worse, all he hears is the question itself.  “Why do you go down on me so much?” Harry immediately chokes on his beer. It splatters down his front, coating the table in amber specks. He apologizes through a cough and grapples with a napkin, but Ginny remains unfazed. “I… erm.” He coughs again, shaking his head. “Sorry. Wasn't expecting—” “And I’m not complaining,” she says quickly, resting her chin on her palm. “I mean, obviously.”  Oh? He relishes the blush that creeps up her neck. “Then what are—” “It’s just…” She sighs, peering down at her pint glass. “I’ve spoken to Luna about it, and as much as she—"

“You’ve… you’ve spoken to Luna about this?” he asks weakly, head spinning. “Who else—?”

  Ginny plows on as if she hasn’t heard him. “I just figured, I guess, that when we properly started shagging you’d do it less. But you erm… haven’t. So.”

  There’s a pause as the blush from before creeps over her entire face. 

  Harry takes another cautious sip of his pint as a raucous peal of laughter erupts behind him. A firm reminder that they’re very much in public. He squints at the woodgrain on the table. Why is that turning him on even more?

  “Erm… what exactly do you want to know?” he asks after a minute, surprised at how graveled his voice sounds. 

  Ginny sighs, still holding her face in her hands. “Just that, really,” she murmurs, tongue coming out to wet her lips. Fuck. He grips his glass even tighter. “I just… I want to know. Why do you do it so much?” 

  “Erm…” Harry winces. He realizes he’s been saying that a lot.

Ginny’s hand comes up to rest on his, and it’s only when she speaks again that he realizes how drunk she truly is. “Take as long as you need,” she slurs sagely, peering into his eyes. “I’ve been waiting to hear these words for a long time, Harry.” 

And he’d laugh, probably, if this entire concept didn’t terrify him a bit to explain. 

  Bloody words. 

  He twists his pint glass, watching as foam overlaps its white-capped ring. Words have never been his strong suit. How, exactly, is he meant to convert this string of images and feelings into something resembling an explanation? 

  But it’s clearly something she wants answered. Something that’s probably bothered her for longer than she wants to admit. So Harry shuts his eyes, trying to remember, trying to think. 

  He honestly hadn’t given the concept much thought until sixth year. He knew that… general activity… happened before they started dating— obviously. The twins (perhaps deliberately) left enough moving magazines around the Burrow to leave little to the imagination. So he’d seen wizards doing it. They seemed to enjoy it almost as much as the witches splayed out in front of them. Harry just hadn’t considered, really, that he’d ever do it for any reason other than paying his dues. It seemed a simple act of reciprocity. Something one did out of expectation rather than genuine interest. 

  A wry smile creeps across his lips when he thinks about that particular misconception. Because that’s the furthest from the truth, isn’t it? Their relationship flashes through his mind like a film reel. The first time his thigh slipped between her legs as they snogged on the lawn. The pride that swelled in his chest as she wrapped her thighs around it, clutching it as close to her center as she could as she rocked, rocked, rocked. 

  Fuck, how he’d cherished the trousers he wore that day, too. For over a year, they were the closest thing he had to her knickers— and even then, he stole that first pair of knickers right off her. Though perhaps “stole” was the wrong word, because that implied some degree of secrecy… and there was nothing secret about it. He just winked at her as he pulled those blue knickers down her thighs and stuffed them in his trouser pocket. Ginny stared down at him, her chest flushed and heaving. He felt like the most powerful person alive before he even started, and when he actually did… 

  Fuck.

  He returns to the present and adjusts himself beneath the table. 

  “I… erm,” he starts, clearing his throat. “I guess I’m… well, I’ve never been good at….” He makes a broad gesture. “Touch. Yeah?”

  Ginny blinks. “Touch?”

  Harry nods, biting inside his cheek. “Erm. When I kissed you in the common room in sixth year, that was the first time I really understood I could, you know, touch you. To make you happy. To…” He huffs out a sigh, his thoughts growing more sluggish. He sifts through them for a few seconds before reaching the answer he’s searched for all along. 

  “I erm. I figured out pretty quickly that I could use touch to turn you on,” he admits to the woodgrain. “And erm… for someone who wasn’t used to touching, that was pretty… nice. To learn I had that power.” 

  His whole face feels red-hot, like it might combust at any second, but he takes her silence as a cue to continue. 

  “Anyway. As soon as we started snogging, I really wanted to do it, but obviously we didn’t get the chance at school. So instead I thought about it. Wanked about it. For months.” He lets out a slow breath through his nose and focuses on a wood beam above their heads. 

  Has he ever admitted to a specific wanking fantasy before? He doesn’t think so. 

  “Continue.” Ginny’s voice warbles through his thoughts. 

  He swallows and tilts his head down to face her again, pleased to see that confusion has evaporated from her face entirely. Now she’s looking… uncomfortable… for entirely different reasons. 

  Harry smirks; he’s liking this whole opening-up thing more than he thought. But what else to tell her… hmm.

  “Well, we both know I wasn’t great at first, of course,” he says, shrugging. “But you were erm. A good teacher.” He bites his lip again and remembers those early, awkward days when she still needed to shift against his face, to direct him where he needed to go.

Even back then, she lost all sense of decorum pretty fast; that was always his favorite part, really… when she started in with the deep moans, commanding him to add more fingers, to keep them in place, to crook them against her. There was no sense of accomplishment greater than the way she gripped his ears, his hair, his shoulders, her thighs clenching around his entire face as she choked out his name. Being surrounded by her— pressing his tongue against the final pulses of her clit as she rhythmically clenched against his fingers— made him feel more complete than anything else. It left her dazed and gasping; it left him feeling not only useful, but powerful. Necessary. 

  The whole ordeal's made him come in his trousers, actually. More than once. And speaking of trousers…

  Harry clears his throat. “You could’ve asked a while ago, you know,” he says as casually as he can with a raging hard-on. “Back when I took your knickers, even. I want you to tell me if you have a question about anything. Ok?” He swallows, finally blinking up at her.

  Shit. 

  If she looked distracted before, it’s nothing compared to now. She’s just peering at him with lips parted, chest heaving, eyes unfocused. One hand is balled into a fist on the table top, the other gripping on her thigh.

  Ginny eventually rips her eyes away with an annoyed whimper. “Fucking fuck,” she mutters, rubbing her temples. “I’m so fucking turned on.” 

  Harry laughs and finishes his pint, his chest bubbling with pride. “I guess that’s a yes.” 

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[xmalfoyweasleyx]

Years and years (part 1/2) - Draco Malfoy (smut + fluff)

Summary: A walk through the years of your relationship with Draco, all the ups and downs, all the passion and al the love in one story <3

Includes: a LOOOT of SMUT 18+!! more parts of smut! , also a LOT of fluffy stuff and a little bit of angst, dad!draco at the end.

THIS STORY WILL HAVE 2 PARTS!

Warnings for THIS PART: Umbridge her quill , sad Draco, the war and its injuries, alcohol, let's pretend they are already old enough for everything!!!!, masturbation, very dirty thoughts, fingering and oral (fem receiving)

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September 1991

Y/n was nervous. It was her first year going to Hogwarts. The excitement tickling inside of her tummy was pleasant and horrible at the same time.

The castle was right in front of her, it was astonishing. Lots of other kids around her age were walking to the boats. A hard beat on y/n's shoulder made her almost fall into the ground.

"Get out of my way" she heard a little blond boy say. His hair was blonde and ashy and his eyes were like ice. Y/n already hated him. "Prick" was the only thing she answered when she quickly walked away. It made an anger boil inside the little bully. Draco already hated her too. Nobody walks in his way on the first day of school, the day he looked forward to for already 11 years. AND how dare she? Talking to him like that?

March 1995

Draco was bored. He was sitting next to the window, the only amusing thing was the view outside. It was snowing in march. Not that common for this time of the year. He messed a little with the badge on his robe, the badge Umbridge gave him. He was proud of himself. No actually he wasn't, he was just delighted with the fact that his father was going to be proud. A big plus was the fact that those stupid other houses were finally put in their place.

Y/n came out of Umbridge her office. Relieved. Finally, her tears could come out. She was holding them in for so long now. The burning sensation on her arm wasn't the only reason. Umbridge hated her. She abused her mentally and physically.

Tears rolled down her cheeks like a river, finally coming out after so long. And like it couldn't get any worse Draco Malfoy was right in front of her, and he saw her. He saw her tears and he heard her sobs.

"Don't you dare laugh at me, not this time, please" y/n begged, not even embarrassed about how pathetic it looked.

Y/n and Draco had a weird history. From the first day they met until now. It was an abnormal relationship. Of course y/n hated him like everyone else hates Draco Malfoy. And of course he hated her like Draco Malfoy hated everyone.

But there was this tension, an unexplainable one, the both of them never understood.

"What happened?" Draco asked by y/n her surprise.

"I- uh- I, Umbridge, she.." y/n stuttered confused while unconsciously rubbing her arm where Umbridge had harmed her.

Draco automatically looked at it and had a thoughtful look on his face. Then he saw the wound on her arm 'blood traitor'.

Without thinking he grabbed her arm, a shock of concern went through his body. He didn't know what happened to him.

"Are you okay?" he asked concerned.

Y/n was in shock, not knowing what to say. But she wasn't the only one confused because of his sudden concern, Draco was too. It was the first time he realized how vulnerable she was. He had the sudden urge to take care of her, to make sure she was okay.

It went as fast as his first time riding a broom. Out of the blue it was like his mission to make sure she was okay, to make sure she was safe. Even though he still had that primitive hate towards her.

"Sit down, I might know something" he promised.

Y/n sat down next to him, a tear still running down her cheek.

"Episkey" Draco whispered carefully with a wave of his dark colored wand. With his other hand he held her arm still. The soft and warm touch surprised her. She imagined them cold and harsh but his fingers were the opposite. Even his eyes were soft now, the cold grey was a little more warm and blue now.

The cuts in her arm healed. Not completely, you could still see a scar, but it didn't hurt any more. "Wow, thank you Draco" she whispered with a smile. For a moment Draco's eyes softened and he felt his body warm up when she said his first name. It was an unknown feeling to the Slytherin boy.

A moment of silence followed when they looked in each others eyes. But then they realized he was still holding her hand. They both let go awkwardly and the moment was over. Leaving both of them confused.

April 1995

Y/n was already getting tipsy. She poured another shot of firewhisky down her throat while laughing with Hermione. The music at the party was loud and made y/n even more dizzy.

"Mione, guess who was nice to me today, you'll never guess" I mumbled. Hermione was of course, taking this seriously. So she kept thinking and thinking, leaving y/n impatient. "Okay I'll just say it, it was Malfoy" she tells her eventually.

"The Draco Malfoy?" she mouthed confused. Y/n nodded. "He healed my arm after Umbridge's detention" y/n confirmed. Hermione's mouth hung open in response.

What y/n didn't know was that Draco was watching her from a distance, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with him. He noticed how pretty she actually was. He spent the past 5 years despising the girl. From the day she called him 'a prick' until now, until he suddenly had this weird feeling. She looked hot, y/n was sexy. She had a nice ass, Draco noticed. He was a little drunk and that always made him horny.

"Okay, y/n. Believe it or not but Draco is checking you out" Hermione told y/n. She immediately turned around and saw Draco looking straight into her eyes now.

"I'm going to say hi, I think he wants me " y/n boasted full with confidence because of the alcohol. Draco was still watching her when she strode up to him. She stopped right in front of him and looked him up and down.

"Well well Draco Malfoy, you were checking me out, weren't you? You like my new dress?" she joked drunkly.

"You're drunk" Draco laughed. It made y/n furrow her eyebrows.

"I think you're drunk because you're actually laughing!" she answered mocking him. Draco smiled and took a closer look at the girl in the party lights. He never noticed her y/e/c eyes and her pretty lips. Oh how they would look so perfect wrapped around his co-

"LET'S DANCE!!!" y/n screamed, cutting off his daydreams.

Draco did something very surprising and followed her to the dance floor. Y/n swayed her hips to the music seductively, moving very very close to Draco. Of course she did that on purpose but she didn't want Draco to know.

When y/n turned around and rubbed her ass against his clothed cock, Draco was afraid he would cum in his pants already. He was used to be dancing like this at parties with girls, but this felt different. Draco tried to convince himself this was just because he was extra horny, but deep down he knew it was because of the girl in front of him.

Without thinking Draco turned her around again. He pressed y/n close to him and before he knew it their lips were pressed against each other.

Her soft lips moved slowly against his. Y/n grabbed his neck and pulled on his hair softly while Draco pushed her hips closer.

The kiss was heated and full of passion. A soft moan escaped her lips. Draco's erection appeared in his pants. Suddenly the boy realized the effect y/n had on him.

He couldn't let this happen. He couldn't ruin the reputation he worked on for years! So he searched all his willpower and pushed her away.

"What are you doing, stupid girl!" he screamed.

Y/n was surprised and a look full of hurt appeared on her face.

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That night Draco was still horny. The mix of emotions was unbearable.

He didn't want to, but he had to.

So he pulled his pants down slowly, a big sigh left his mouth when his erection finally came free. Draco had never been this horny, especially not after hurting someone. Because he did hurt y/n, he knew that. But eventually this was normal, she wouldn't mind that much... She's used to him being like that. At least that's what Draco thought.

So he wiped the precum from is tip and sighed. Draco started to pump very slowly, a grunt of relief left his mouth.

He tried to come up with something else in his head, he tried really really hard. But the only thing that came up was how y/n danced against him, how sexy she was. He thought about her beautiful lips and how perfect they felt on his.

He imagined how it would feel if she was in front of him, pumping him slowly, with her innocent eyes locked with his. How her eyes wouldn't be leaving his, looking so so desperate for him.

He imagined how she then would put her mouth around his cock. Draco started to pump faster and faster. Because of his drunk state it felt almost real. Her warm pretty mouth...

Draco grunted loudly now, imagining how he would slap that ass of her, how he would completely destroy the girl. A soft moan left his mouth, he was imagining her boobs now. How they would bounce right in front of him.

His stomach began to tingle more and more. He was cumming very soon. His hips started to buck op when he imagined how he would just pound into her mercilessly. It was almost like he could hear her pretty moans and screams.

And with one last pump he came. Hard. Moaning her name when his head fell backwards.

He just laid there for a moment. Panting very loudly. He never came that hard.

Fuck Draco Malfoy, what's wrong with you, he thought.

November 1996

Being in 6th year for almost 3 months now, y/n and Draco only saw each other from a distance in the great hall. The only interaction they had were little glances and a lot of staring.

Y/n was still mad. How could that stupid fucking Slytherin boy just kiss her and talk to her like that and then leave and get mad?!

It was stupid.

It was stupid how sometimes their eyes met during dinner and how it made their hearts beat like crazy.

It was stupid how they still thought about each other every day because of just one stupid kiss.

February 1996

5 months later they finally talked again. Their anger towards each other was mostly gone now. It was time to call a truce now.

Y/n decided it had been enough of all this silliness. So when she bumped into Draco she decided to finally talk to him.

"Who do we have here" she tried sounding polite and playful.

"Hey" Draco said. It was now that y/n saw how tired he looked. All these months they had non-verbal conversations from a distance, but now she really saw him and how terrible he looked, almost ill.

"Draco, are you okay?" was the first question that came up in her mind to say.

Draco just nodded. The last thing he wanted was to show her how terrible he felt. His task, becoming a death eater,...

So he just decided to nod and walk away.

"Oh and sorry about getting mad at you last year" he said from a distance when he quickly walked away.

It left y/n worried and surprised. He apologized?

June 5, 1996

It was the last month of the school year. Y/n heard sobs when she walked past the prefects bathroom. Never had sobs been so recognizable. It was Draco. She knew that immediately. So she didn't hesitate to walk inside the bathroom.

Draco and y/n had been talking last months after all. What you can call talking. It were silly little talks and her friends even judged her for doing it. But the talks didn't really represent that much. Draco felt too bad and she wanted to ask what was going on but she couldn't.

The sight broke her heart. Draco looked at her with fearful eyes.

"Draco" y/n gasped "come here" was the only thing she said. The right words didn't come up in her mind so she just stepped closer to him.

She grabbed his back and pushed him in for a hug. Draco didn't fight it but also didn't hug back. He didn't know what to do. Only his mother hugged him. But y/n started to stroke his back and her smell was so comforting.

"It's okay Dray, you're safe with me" she whispered.

Draco felt calm now. After all those months he finally felt good. So he hugged her back and started to cry again.

"Yes Draco, you can let it al go now" she promised when Draco kept crying harder en harder finally feeling free and safe to let go.

They stayed like that for a while. When Draco calmed down completely he explained her everything and y/n listened. They talked for hours. He told y/n it was his birthday and no one said happy birthday to him today. After all the serious talk they even talked about more fun stuff.

Draco was happy. He hasn't been in years.

June 31, 1996

Believe it or not, but y/n was laying in Draco's bed. Summer was there and everyone was packing to go home for the break.

Y/n has been Draco's girlfriend for a few weeks now. It was a secret. She secretly came to his dorm every night and sometimes she stayed to sleep in his arms.

Y/n got to know the other side of Draco, a part she actually loved.

Draco got to know his own new side and still tried and struggled with being in a relationship now. But he was so so so in love, he realized that now.

His heart fluttered in his chest again when y/n snuggled her nose deeper into his shoulder, trying to be closer to him than before. She laid on him with the half of her body and stroked his arm lightly.

"So we're not going to see each other this summer?" she asked.

"We'll figure it out, I promise we'll see each other" Draco smiled while stroking her hair, making y/n shiver a little.

Y/n stroked up and down his chest now. "I want to try something before we leave, I want to have sex" she suddenly said.

"What?" Draco answered a little bit shocked. Not that he didn't want it he was just surprised.

"If-if.. if you don't want to it's okay, I don't know how experienced you are and..." y/n stuttered.

Draco laughed a little at the thought. She thought he didn't want this? He wanted this for so so so long now. "I want to, but we only have 15 minutes till the train leaves. And.. are you... are.. have you ever had sex before?" he asked getting nervous now.

"No, but I want you to take my virginity, did you do it before?" she asked interested.

"I'm not a virgin. No. But, you are, I don't want you to lose your virginity when we're rushed. We'll see each other this summer and I'll make it perfect, okay?" Draco assured her.

God how he wanted to fuck her there and then, destroy his little innocent girlfriend. But not when it's rushed.

Y/n looked disappointed and she really really was. It took her a lot of courage to ask this.

So Draco had an idea.

"But, I can do something else, if you trust me" he smiled while stroking under her skirt, going closer and closer to her pussy.

"You said we have only 15 minutes" she whispered with flushed cheeks.

"I can make you cum in less than that" Draco promised. Y/n bit her lip and nodded.

He started slowly stroking her clothed pussy now, making y/n gasp a little. Y/n still laid partly on him and her hand was on his chest. Draco had a perfect view on her face and she was so close, it was the perfect position.

"Do you touch yourself?" he asked while pushing her panties down very slowly, lightly touching her pussy now.

Y/n nodded while biting her lip to hold in the moans.

"You don't have to be shy princess, you can let it all out for me, okay? Now tell me what you think when you touch yourself" Draco asked huskily while drawing little circles on her clit now.

A soft moan left y/n her lips and her cheeks were already flushed. Her pussy already wetter than ever.

"I- I think about you, how you would touch me" she moaned. Draco answered with a soft moan too, not able to hold it in. He imagined how she would be thinking of him while pleasuring herself, and moaning his name.

He entered his finger slowly. Y/n gasped. "Draco" she moaned when he started to pump into her softly.

"Good girl" he praised.

"Go faster Dray, it feels so good" y/n moans.

Draco did what she told him and started to pump faster while adding another finger. "You're so tight for me baby, I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock this summer when I fuck you so hard" Draco grunts.

Y/n was a moaning mess now. His name left her mouth multiple times. Something he would remember for ever.

"God you're so fucking sexy y/n" he moaned. Draco was surprised how turned on this made him.

And then Draco stopped and pulled his fingers out.

"What are you doing?" she asked when Draco left her side.

"Can I do this?" he asked when going down with his mouth now very close to her pussy.

Y/n nodded eagerly.

Draco attached his soft lips to her clit, sucking on it gently. She was already very sensitive from before so a loud moan came out.

Draco started to suck harder and moaned on her pussy, sending vibrations that went through her whole body. Y/n automatically grabbed his hair and pulled harder than she meant to.

Draco absolutely loved it. It was the hottest thing ever to him, the way she moaned and how she pulled his hair but pushed him closer at the same time.

"I- I think I'm cumming Dray" she gasped.

"Yes, my good girl, cum for me" he whispered.

A loud moan of his name filled the room and her eyes scrunched shut. Y/n panted loudly. "God I think I saw the stars" she breathed.

Draco chuckled and came back up to her pulling her close to him like before. "Told you I could do it in less than 15 minutes" he joked.

"I'm going to miss you Draco" y/n said more serious now with a big frown.

"Me too. But we'll see each other again soon, I promise. I'll be showing you more than just the stars then, princess" he promised her, his heart full of love and joy. He placed a little kiss on her head.

She made a new Draco Malfoy come alive, but what they didn't know yet, is that it will get much much more difficult in the future...

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Okay so part 2 will have more (and better) smut in it, like promised, if you want the be tagged in it you can just fill in my taglist

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Comfort one-shot reader x creepy pastas (Slenderman, Jeff, Toby, E.J, BEN, Sally, Masky, Hoodie, Jane and L.J.)

Inspired by: The living tombstone

You woke to excessive yelling, turning over and pushing the pillow over your face groaning. The voice got louder and you felt a pair of hands shake you awake, throwing the pillow at them you found that it was Toby. He let out an abrupt gasp and continued to jump around the hotel room. You understood why he was so excited, it was the first day of your trip to Disney world after all.

I know it seems unconventional but you had managed to convince slender to let you guys go. Obviously it was on Halloween weekend, the only time they could go into the parks without being questioned for their looks. That day you would all be going to Epcot.

Masky was probably the most excited about that park even though he had an expressionless face on the ride there. He had been so against going, at least it seemed like it. But you saw him putting ciggarates in a fanny pack when getting ready to leave.

Smiling fondly at the memory you got up and dressed. After breakfast you all drove to the park, seeing the Halloween decorations in orange and black with the shapes of Mickey Mouse. You groaned at the bickering going on in the third row of seats with Jeff and E.J, who was trying to convince Jeff to leave his knife in the car.

“They’ll stop you at security” you called back to him.

“I can hide it” he protested.

“Jeff they have literal metal detectors” E.J rebutted.

“What if I put it in my pants” he said smartly.

“NO” you yelled. After a death glare and a small tug of war between him and E.J he left it. He walked at the back of the group, slumping with his hands in his hoodie pocket. At the entrance the whole crowd was met with “oohs” and compliments about your “costumes”.

There was so much to do, but Hoodie (secretly Masky too) and BEN wanted to go to Spaceship earth. They were all so amazed on how there was a ride inside of the Epcot ball.

“It’s an XXL golf ball” BEN kept saying, convinced that there was nothing inside. There wasn’t much wait but since you were all a big crowd it took a bit to get in. Slender had the hardest time getting in the cart, he had to crouch excessively to fit. You rode with BEN, who was really excited at first because he thought there was going to be a drop but it turned out bore him. He thought it was going too slow, and so he had the bright idea to tamper with the manuals. “Time to spice things up” he said rubbing his hands maliciously. At one point all the carts started spinning, he lifted his hands and “wheeed”. You could hear Sally yelling from the back with Slender holding her in the seat since there was no restraints. At the end he scolded Ben, rushing him out of there as the cast members apologized for the inexplicable inconvenience.

He came out of there with a proud grin, cackling as he pointed out the dumbfounded face E.J made in the picture and the one with Jeff with his tongue out. The smiling killer joined him, watching Toby spin from the dizziness- it was pretty funny though.

Slender admired the late October scenery until Sally pulled him into a stand and graced him with a Mickey Mouse hat. Jeff was yet another unfortunate victim of Sally’s plan, wearing the mickey ears that had a pastel veil. BEN was throwing fits of giggles at this, but you knew Jeff was fucking insecure so you put on ears along with Sally.

The first country you stopped at was Mexico, where you went inside the pyramid. Jeff traded his ears for a big Mexican hat, Ben too. They played with the maracas while Toby, Sally and Hoodie went into the glass shop. It was a recipe for disaster, but you followed regardless. Sally tried on every. Single. Princess crown while Toby looked at the glass pieces a bit too closely. He started ticking while holding one, even though the sign said not to touch them. It flew across the store and collided with a whole other shelf, all of them broke and he started apologizing furiously as Slender messed the employees’ mind to make him forget about the accident.

He had to pull Toby out of the store and drag him to the boat ride, you patted him on the back daringly as he had the guiltiest look. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea for slender to go on the boat ride, he was far too tall and had to bend his knees to look like a grasshopper while Sally smiled and sung along with the cartoon characters. When you got off you could hear Slender mumbling something about his back.

Norway didn’t have much to do but Sally begged to go on the Elsa ride, Hoodie accompanied her happily. Toby as well, but he was really enthusiastic about the songs- he knew all of them. Him and Sally harmonized during the chorus for “let it go”. Since there were a shit ton of little kids there L.J was about to combust. Surprisingly he stayed super silent with occasional grumbles, making mental notes for when he got out of the park. He had to ditch the group to shop for Candy, which he found in China.

Jane was absolutely fascinated with the Zodiac garden there, watching the beautiful plants in the morning sun. Masky tried to relax by watching the show inside the pavillion but Toby caught up to him. He really couldn’t sit still and Masky had to scold him for sitting on the rail he wasn’t supposed to sit on. After, you found E.J playing with Sally with the marionettes and BEN with a cup of Boba. He seemed to be enjoying it- a lot. It was the funniest thing to watch him suck up all the tapioca stuck in the ice, his cheeks got super red and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Jeff was gladly giving Toby his Mickey Mouse ears. In the afternoon you moved to Italy, where L.J was getting complimented for his “stilts”. There wasn’t much to do in Germany or America so you guys went to Japan. Laughing Jack was a lost cause, going straight for the candy while Jeff was mesmerized by the samurai swords. He was looking around to see if he could steal one, but how in the world would he hide that- definitely not in his pants. You caught on quick.

“Just ONE” he pleaded with you as you pulled him away from the glass. “Don’t do this to meeee” he screeched at you like a starved man asking for food.

Trying to throw hands and hit you while you grasped onto his hoodie. You managed to bring him with you as you walked out of the store. Passing by Masky who was trying to get away from Toby- he was fanning masky with those big fans. Jeff sat sourly as you ordered food, a stressed Masky came soon after. He was glad to have some quiet from the ruckus outside, enjoying a meal with you. When he was done he went outside to have a smoke from his fanny pack.

Going back to the store with Jeff on a tight leash AWAY from the swords you found Sally playing with the plushies and L.J taking packs and packs of candy. You stood and stared at him as he loaded up on the strawberry gummies. “What?” He deadpanned as a few fell down from his pile. You just laughed and helped him hold some of them, putting them in your backpack and walking out of the store because- y’all are criminals, and you steal.

It was now late afternoon, and you only had a few countries left to complete the full round of the park. Toby got lost in France, you all spent about twenty minutes looking for him and apparently Slender too who disappeared soon after. Then out of some room came one of them.

“where where you?” Jane asked.

Slender stepped forward “at the show, there were some magnificent castles and I think I’ll have to visit. Maybe even take ideas for house redecoration” he nodded.

Then out of nowhere appeared a cast member holding the hand of one shaking Toby, whose eyes were puffy and cheeks red. “Did you lose this little boy” she asked slender, he shook his head yes and gave a sigh.

The lady was in absolute awe of the group, especially daddy dilf slender. “How IS it that you see through that mask” she mused, taking slender’s head in her hands even though he was super tall. Her mouth was open as she pulled him super close to observe his (non-existent) face. BEN was snickering and you looked back and forth to see slender pretty flustered at the lady’s proximity.

“Leave him alone” Jane smacked BEN behind his head and took him by the ear. You followed them to the U.K. She threw him in one of the phone booths and held the door so he couldn’t escape. You could hear him complain from inside “let me outttt” he said muffled. Jeff caught up and went into the one on the opposite side, playing with the buttons on the dial. When Slender came back he took out a Camera to snap pictures of BEN and Jeff. You stood to the side while he did, obviously both of them didn’t notice. They were pretty candid and when they saw what was happening they ran out of there, only to have their spaces replaced with Sally and E.J, who had to pose with her for the picture.

The sun was starting to set and you guys only had a couple things left to do, one of which Jeff almost exploded in wait for. He wanted to try test track so bad, the line was gruesome and he tapped his foot impatiently in wait. BEN kept tampering with the car parts on display, making doors open and lights flash in boredom. Toby waited outside with Slender because he had anxiety around going too fast in a car and possibly reliving trauma. Jeff, on the other hand, was so excited when it was finally time to go on. He let you sit next to him in the front with BEN in the back. The ride was entertaining sure but the best part was probably Jeff’s face at the end. The car went so fast that Jeff’s cheeks were pushed back with the wind, stretching out his carved smile and flapping as he waved his hands in the air.

Then when it ended he wanted to steal one of the cars from the display.

“I can turn it on and take the safety off” BEN tuned in cheekily.

“Yessss” Jeff said with a fist pump, “which one should we get?” He asked.

“The red one” BEN decided.

“Guys nonononon” you tried complaining but they were dedicated.

“Stop complaining” BEN said, distracting you while Jeff snuck up on you from behind. Covering your mouth with his hand and restraining your arms with another “This is for not letting me take that knife”.

Picking you up and throwing you in the backseat of the car before revving the engine. With tears of joy in your eyes you saw Slender appear in the rear mirror of the car, tendrils waving around in fury. If BEN wasn’t dead yet he would definetly be now, Jeff turned paler than usual. Thank goodness he saw what was going on. They were about to drive off in one of those Toyotas- forget about mass murder, they were about to commit grand theft auto.

Next was the Nemo ride, but BEN was absolutely petrified of being near water so he waited outside with Slender-who very much could not fit in that shell car as much as he tried. Sally really liked it, she went with Toby and you went with Jane. Masky and Hoodie went together. Needless to say all of you enjoyed it very much, and the aquarium after was great too. Jane sat where she could watch the Dolphins and you could hear Toby and Sally’s footsteps running around from tank to tank.

“Do you think Slender will let me take a shark home?” He asked Masky, who told him no. But when they were outside Toby went straight to Slender. “Can I take a pet home?” He pleaded. Slender gave him a strict no but Toby continued to beg, “how about a seahorse?”, “not even a starfish?”. He got shot down but quickly recovered when you guys went to Soarin.

All of them- they loved flying. Even through it was just a ride, it was exhilarating. Passing through the sea and waterfalls, even the castles where Slender would have smiled at (if he had a mouth). Toby yelled like a mother fucker the whole time, luckily Masky was sitting next to you and hoodie- away from earshot. Jeff got the bad end of his shouting, making a face like he was about to murder poor Toby. But the brunette was so distracted by the lights and scenery he didn’t notice. E.J was pretty fascinated too, the height scared him a bit- he was used to being on the ground. Then you all shared some food from the cafeteria and went outside to watch the light show from Canada.

It was such a nice moment, with the sun already set and a hazy glow lingering in the air. You took a deep breath in, the ambiance felt like something unreal. The Epcot ball was illuminated by purplish lights in the background and across the lake you could see all the countries monuments lined with white lights. Slender had Sally on his shoulders so she could take in the view. It made you so happy to be with all of them in an instance like this. You looked back to find L.J eating his candy. With BEN and Hoodie next to you, Masky was leaning on the railing with his elbows next to E.J. and Toby was about to fall asleep. He got pretty startled when the fireworks started, but Sally’s eyes lit up with happiness. She cheered as you watched the group, it was such a kindling time with them. You couldn’t wait for the next day of the trip.

#ben drowned #slenderman #creepypasta #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #creepypasta masky #sally williams #brian thomas #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader

[hanatiny]

Cry For Your King

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a/n: ‘tis finally done, part two of Bow To Your King - read that first if you haven’t yet! hope CFYK lives up to the quality of its predecessor~

pairing: demon king!Hongjoong x f!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2469

warnings: sir kink, pet names, teasing, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), edging/orgasm denial, overstimulation is mentioned, dacryphilia, extremely vaguely implied exhibitionism, implied breeding kink, implied corruption kink, very slight possessive undertones, reader acts like a brat for a solid 0.5 seconds, Joong has piercings & tattoos (the latter are only briefly mentioned), brief mention of unconventional toys, strong language

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You officially married Hongjoong and were crowned as the queen of the underworld not too long after the 'incident' in the throne room. That must've been nearly two years ago now, you mused.

In human years, anyway - you were quick to be told that time flowed differently, much slower, in the underworld. And you felt it too, because while two years weren't much, you did notice that days and nights both felt much longer than they used to.

You certainly weren't complaining about it, in any case, because it meant more time to spent with your demon lover, whom you've been trying to find for a good while.

He had adamantly been avoiding you for the past week and if you did run into him outside of your shared bed late at night, he'd be pressing his lips together tightly and making up nonsensical excuses to not kiss you on top of that.

You figured he was just extra busy but you were still fed up, to say the least.

Your husband has been avoiding you and, as his closest confidant next to you, so has Seonghwa, and nobody you asked could give you anything more than a shrug as an answer as to why this was the case.

With a pout on your face, you huffed as you sat down on your large bed.

If Hongjoong wasn't going to spend time with you, a nap seemed like the most logical thing to do considering you didn't really have anything else to occupy yourself with presently.

You rolled over on the mattress, pulling the blanket up to cover your body as you curled up into a ball. You tossed and turned but you weren’t able to catch much rest, especially not once you felt the mattress dip behind you before a calloused hand ghosted over your hip.

You knew who the hand belonged to, body going rigid as you inhaled sharply.

"I know you're awake, darling...~" Your husband's sultry voice whispered near your ear, coaxing a soft whine from you in response.

Your refusal to react, even if you failed in your endeavor, amused him greatly. After all, it was only a matter of time.

Hongjoong knew you better than you knew yourself; he knew which buttons to push to make you break, to make you tremble beneath his touch and moan his name loud enough for everyone in the castle to hear.

He leaned in and allowed his lips to brush over the exposed skin of your shoulder near the demon mark on your collarbone, letting them curve into a grin when he felt you jolt and shiver from the brief contact.

“Easy there, honey. It’s just me~” He purred into your ear and you whined once more, louder this time.

“It’s not just you, Hongjoongie,” you pouted with a huff, his expression softening momentarily at the nickname as he nudged you to turn onto your back, compliance almost immediate, “You’ve been avoiding me for the past week and a half, why-”

Hongjoong hushed you with a finger to your lips, his eyes widening before he regained his composure when you kitten licked at his digit.

“All in due time, love. You shall find out about my motives soon, very soon as a matter of fact~” You could practically hear smugness and sadism both dripping from his voice, and it sent another shiver through your body while he pulled his finger back before replacing it with his lips briefly, but not long enough for you to be able to distinguish the foreign sensation that clung to your husband’s lips.

When he pulled the blanket away from you and let it fall off the bed, he licked his lips and his eyes flashed their signature red as he shifted himself to kneel between your instinctively spread legs.

Suddenly, you understood. You understood why Hongjoong kept avoiding you while he smirked knowingly, pausing his actions to allow you to process

Thanks to the passionate glow of his irises, you were able to clearly see the jewelry surrounding your husband’s mouth.

In hindsight, you mentally chastised yourself for neither seeing nor putting two and two together beforehand - it should’ve been clear to you that the reason you and your lips were being avoided for so long was that Hongjoong had gotten a variety of piercings and was allowing them to heal.

Snake bites, a lip ring as well as a stud decorating his tongue that you spotted when the organ darted out to moisten his lips.

"Like what you see, princess~?" Your surprise must have been palpable, if the gallivant edge in his tone was anything to go by.

“I like what I’m seeing immensely, but I thought my title was queen~?” You teased, although immediate regret settled deep in your gut when Hongjoong tilted his head to the side slightly and gave a crooked smirk.

“Not when you act like a spoiled brat entitled to me and my attention, it isn’t. Now part those pretty legs for me more, like I know you want to...~”

You shuddered, but stubbornly refused to budge.

“Ah, I see how it is. Precious little brat thinks she’s in charge hm~?” He growled savagely, the red hue of his eyes darkening dramatically as he clicked his tongue.

“Stupid mistake... Do you even deserve to get what has been prepared for you specifically? Or would you rather just have me watch you fuck yourself on my sceptre, which I’m aware you’ve been wanting to do when I’m not around~?”

Mouth agape, you were left stunned at Hongjoong's words while his lips curled into a triumphant grin.

From the very first day on you had been told to tread carefully, that he had eyes and ears anywhere even if you weren't aware of them till the moment of truth came, that he'd know your every secret eventually.

You didn't believe in that at the time but you definitely did now and you knew there was no point in denial, so you drew your bottom lip in between your teeth and wordlessly, finally, did as told.

Hongjoong purred in approval, his hands ghosting over the skin of your already trembling thighs. He had one more ace of his sleeve, a literal one at that, but he’d save that for another time.

“So you can follow the orders you’re given... My good little kitten wants only Sir, doesn’t she? Wants him more than anything and anyone else hm~?” His voice sounded taunting and deep near your ear.

You didn’t even realize you had closed your eyes until they shot open moments later in surprise when you felt Hongjoong’s hot breath fanning over your ear. “Well~?”

You nodded frantically with a small whimper, growing needier for him as the seconds ticked by, and you knew he could tell. He always could. “Y-yes! Only want Sir, nothing and noone could satisfy me like him~”

Hongjoong chuckled endearingly, amused by how your voice betrayed you, “Sir’s the only one for you my darling, the only one worthy of having you like this.”

You enjoyed the possessive growl that followed as it sent a shiver down your spine, your husband’s eyes flickering with mischief in response while he shuffled downwards to settle between your legs, his face close to your throbbing core this time.

His fingers carefully pushed up the hem of your nightdress and hooked into the waistband of your panties before pulling them off with ease, his eyes twinkling in amusement as they rose to meet yours.

“So cute how wet you are for me already... This worked up about just a few piercings~”

You whined, feeling caught as your cheeks flushed in half embarassment and half arousal while he let a finger glide smoothly over your slick folds with featherlight touches.

"My darling wants me to make her feel good, doesn't she?" You could essentially hear the taunting grin in his words, your reply coming out more high-pitched than intended.

"I-I do~!"

"'I-I do' what, baby?" His tone was mocking and it felt like your face had figuratively caught on fire.

You had to actively swallow your pride to answer; while it wasn't particularly unusual for you to beg for his touch, Hongjoong hardly ever forced you to do it like this.

"I want Sir to make me feel good, please it's been so long...!"

Although meek and breathy, the way you pleaded appeased Hongjoong. He brushed his thumb over your swollen clit, and you jerked in reaction as he chuckled lowly.

“So sensitive...~”

“Only f-for Sir...~” Came your weak reply, and Hongjoong’s expression softened deceivingly before you felt his plush lips press lightly against your nub, the cold feeling of the metal contrasting the warmth of his skin and sending a shiver rushing down your spine.

Based on your reactions so far he knew you weren’t ready for what was to come, his lips curling into a sadistic grin while he trailed gentle kisses down your slit before stopping right at your entrance.

At times like this you cursed the fact that he let his hair grow out a bit over the years, as it tickled your inner thighs teasingly and it took every ounce of self control you had within you to not squirm violently from how sensitive you were.

You dared to tentatively lift your head to see why Hongjoong appeared to be hesitating, only for it to drop back to where it was onto the pillow underneath as your lips trembled before finally parting in a vulnerable mewl when his tongue slipped inside of your entrance.

It amazed you time and time again how he had become such an expert in pleasuring you with just his tongue or fingers, sometimes with both at the same time.

He lapped at your sex as if he was a starved man, moaning exaggeratedly at your taste for good measure, and it brought you to a sort of bliss you rarely felt so intensely.

Your soft cries grew louder every time his tongue dipped in between your dripping folds, and when he then paused to look at you, right before you could come undone for him, Hongjoong swore he almost came in his pants at the sight.

Your chest heaving with ragged breaths, your lips parted in sinful whines caused by the sudden lack of stimulation and your hair was sprawled out messily around your head. But to Hongjoong, the most beautiful part of it all was the tears that welled up in your hazy eyes. He knew you well enough to know they were tears of pleasure, and knowing that he caused them was enough to make his dick twitch as you begged for him.

His previously innocent, soft-spoken darling had become someone who'd ask for the pleasure he provided for you and the way he filled you up so often he might as well think you were addicted.

Your sobs only served to fuel his thoughts more, "P-please Sir, need to cum so bad! Please~!"

"God..." He groaned, willing his instinct to just go ahead and fuck you into the mattress until your voice became hoarse from screaming to take a backseat in his mind.

"You're so gorgeous, angel. I could do this to you all goddamn night...~" Hongjoong's purr both unsettled and excited you, causing a gasp to sound in your throat as he went back to working on your aching heat.

You didn't know what the foreign sensation was this time until you felt Hongjoong smirk against you and slip his tongue as deep inside of you as he possibly could.

You didn't know how it worked, or where he hid the remote if there even was one, but didn't care in the slightest - his tongue piercing could vibrate.

He proceeded to bring you right to the edge with it, to the point of needing a single touch to hit your orgasm, back down only to build you up again with his expertly technique.

Two or three times, you weren't exactly sure how many times he repeated the process. All you knew was that tears were now streaming down your face unhindered, your body trembling and writhing in pleasure.

"That's right, baby... I want you to cry only for me, cry for your king..~!" Hongjoong's voice sounded so breathy and borderline erotic, it made you believe he was getting off on the sight of your tears alone.

And he did get off on it. So much so in fact that he pulled away from your pulsing core, afraid he would be unable to control himself much longer and wouldn’t be able to cum inside of you like he wanted to.

You whimpered, starting to get fed up with the amount of edging your lover had already done that night. “Sir-”

“Hush, kitten.” He interrupted you with a growl, although you frankly couldn’t say that you minded, “You’ll be allowed to cum soon~ But not on Sir’s tongue...”

You tilted your head at his words as he trailed off, your bottom lip jutting out in a mildly confused pout. He groaned under his breath, muttering about how you’d be the death of him sooner or later while he busied himself with freeing his painfully hard cock from his pants, thankful that your shared bedroom was dark enough for you to not see the black ink peeking out from underneath his sleeve, even with the faint moonlight shining through the window.

It was something for you to get excited about later, he mused, before positioning himself above you and lining his tip up with your entrance. Your hands balled into fists in anticipation, bunching up the sheets in the process.

Before Hongjoong could finally enter you and give both you and himself the relief you so desperately craved, however, the door creaked open. Your husband didn’t have to turn around to know who intruded, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“I’m sorry, I just heard y/n crying and thought-”

“Well I think you should leave, Seonghwa.” Hongjoong bit back, clearly annoyed at the older man’s intrusion of such an intimate moment.

“I-”

“I told you to get the fuck out if you want to keep your head on your shoulders past tonight...” Afraid he would be in genuine trouble if he didn’t obey, Seonghwa slammed the door shut again.

“Now, where were we-”

You swore you could see Hongjoong’s form shaking with rage at the comment he heard next, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t serve to fuel your arousal even more.

“Oh by the way, he got his dick pierced too.”

You blinked up at your husband with wide eyes while his cheeks flushed, the man once again grateful for the darkness of the room hindering your ability to see.

“You what?!”

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Laito Ecstasy [Prologue]

ー The scene starts in the guest room

Yui: Nn...I should get up soon...Pwaah...

*Rustle*

( Haah, my body feels heavy for some reason. ...I had a hard time sleeping because I kept on being plagued by nightmares. )

*Thud*

Yui: ーー I wonder where Laito-kun went? ...I don’t see him around...

( Well, I’m sure he’ll return soon enough. Before that...I better fix my hair and such. )

Hm? What’s this...?

( The skin on my neck is...red? )

( Are these fingerprints...? )

...No way, right...?

( I did feel like I was having a hard time breathing during my sleep but...I figured that was just part of a dream. )

( Did Laito-kun...? )

It just can’t be, rightーー?

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“Those marks look great on you...Bitch-chan.”

“If you’re Narcissus, that would make me the poor little Echo who fell for you, I suppose? ...Ah, but in that case, I’d end up being abandoned by you, wouldn’t I? Nfu~”

Laito: Bitch-chan, what’s wrong...? Why are you looking in the mirror?

Yui: ...! Laito-kun...!

Laito: Fufu. Were you awestruck by your own reflection like some narcissist?

ーー ...Say, do you like the way I decorated your neck? (1)

Yui: This is your doing after all?

Laito: Nfu~ I figured it would be a nice way to spice things up every now and then.

Yui: ...

Laito: Please don’t give me that questioning look. Why not just tell me if you’ve got something on your mind?

Yui: Laito-kun...If you feel as if killing me would make things easier on you, I won’t hold it against you.

Laito: ...

Yui: ...Laito-kun?

Laito: You’re such a little fool, Bitch-chan. Just like I alluded earlier, this is all just part of a kink.

Don’t take it so seriously.

Yui: Don’t lie...

Laito: I’m not lying! While watching you closely as you slept, I just couldn’t hold myself back.

Seeing your face twist in pain is just so irresistibly sexy, you know?

Yui: Uu...

Laito: Come on, you’ve got a mirror right in front of you, so why not see for yourself? I’ll plunge in my fangs...and give you pain.

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: See? ...Nn...Nn...Nfu~...

Yui: Kuh...

Laito: Nn...Haah...And? You’re making a lovely expression, no? Wouldn’t you agree?

Yui: You’re just...dodging the question, aren’t you?

Laito: Nfu~ You really are so skeptical. I’m not lying, nor trying to beg the question.

For one, I don’t believe in a set truth. Such a thing doesn’t exist.

ーー I’ve probably lost it at some point... (2)

Yui: What do you mean?

Laito: That everything I say is correct, yet a lie at the same time...

I don’t quite understand myself either.

I’m sure that’s because...Truth doesn’t exist within me, don’t you think?

Yui: That’s not true...I...believe you.

Laito: You’re fine the way you are.

You can just believe in the Sakamaki Laito-kun which benefits you most.

Yui: ...That’s not...!

Laito: I’ve also learnt to adapt, believing in whichever self of me works best for the given situation. 

Yui: Laito-kun...

Laito: ...I’m sorry, Bitch-chan.

ー He leaves the room

Yui: ( What is this feeling? It’s as if a large hole opened up in my chest... )

( Sadness...? No, it’s different. I feel empty. )

( Right when I thought I had finally made a connection with Laito-kun, he slips away from my fingers once more. )

( However, I still love him, including how vague and unpredictable he can be at times. )

( I don’t want to give up on him...over something like this. )

ー The scene shifts to the living room of the Sakamaki castle

Ayato: ーー Aah!? At Eden!? Why the fuck is Laito there...?

Reiji: I do not know. That is what I would like to ask him too.

Kanato: Is he really there...?

Reiji: I received said information from our Familiars so I am sure it is correct? I see no reason why they would lie.

Ayato: Yeah...Anyway, somethin’ smells fishy ‘bout this...

Kanato: ...

Reiji: Either way, we should be happy he is safe and sound, no?

It seems like he picked her up from the human world at some point as well.

Kanato: Eh!? She’s with him!?

Reiji: That appears to be the case. The Familiar referred to a human woman after all.

Ayato: Chichinashi’s with him, huh? ...I guess she’d stop that idiot from doing somethin’ he’d regret at least.

Kanato: Ayato, do you perhaps know...What Laito will do at Eden?

Ayato: I’m pretty sure you have a vague suspicion as well?

Kanato: ...Yes.

Reiji: ...

Ayato: ーー Kanato, let’s leave for Eden.

Kanato: Eh?

Ayato: Aren’t you fed up with this shitty castle?

Even if we go to Eden, the Old Man won’t show himself anyway.

Kanato: You want to stop Laito?

Ayato: ...Idiot. Why would I do that? I’m just lookin’ to kill some time.

Kanato: I see. In that case, I will go as well.

Ayato: It’s settled then.

Reiji: Good grief. Be careful, understood? The Lunar Eclipse is still ongoing, so those Wolves may come to attack you.

Ayato: You’re not stoppin’ us?

Reiji: ーー I know that would be a waste of my time and energy. Well then, I have to continue with the preparations for the evening gala, so I will excuse myself.

ー Reiji leaves

Ayato: ...Guess we should get goin’ too then.

Kanato: Yes...

ー The scene shifts to the forest

*HOOOOOWL*

Shin: ーー Che...That guy...He’s still not making his move...?

I knew I made the right choice by keeping a close eye on him. That bastard...We should have never trusted him in the first place!

He only promised to kill him as a way to escape a sticky situation back then...

*Grooowl*

Shin: What? Eh? A message from Nii-san?

...Che. I know. I won’t lose my cool and act hastily.

...Geez, what a pain.

ー The scene shifts to the guest room

Laito: Haah...

Yui: ( Laito-kun has been sighing this whole time... )

( Quite some time has passed since we came here, but we have yet to run into Karlheinz-san... )

Is Karlheinz-san really somewhere in this castle?

Laito: He is. Without a doubt.

Yui: I started wondering if he really is since we haven’t caught a glimpse of him even once...

Laito: He rarely ever shows himself. There’s a room called ‘the chamber of time’ in the very back of the castle...Remember?

That’s where he isolates himself.

Yui: You can’t enter that room?

Laito: The door to that room won’t open unless he has invited you inside. It’s sealed by magic.

Yui: ...I see...

Laito: So we have no other choice but to wait. Until the time is ripe...

Yui: ( We have to stay here until the door opens. )

( I wonder when exactly the time will be ripe...? )

( ...I’m a little scared for that moment to arrive... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) He refers to 首の飾り or ‘kubi no kazari’ which literally means ‘neck decorations’ and can be used to refer to necklaces, chokers, etc.

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Soulmates ii

Summary: You could only spend so much time running from the inevitable.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,455

PART 1 | PART 3

Draco sat in his usual spot of the astronomy tower; he found himself spending more time here than he had before, it was the only place in the castle that he could truly be alone. He had spent every evening for the last week locked up in the tower, thinking about what you had said.

From when he was a child, his father had told him to cherish his soulmate, that ‘no matter how dark us Malfoy’s got, no matter what situation we got ourselves into, our soulmates were the backbone of the Malfoy’s, our better halves.’ His mother and father were happy, they found a life with one another, a happy one. Maybe he was delusional to think the same was possible for him.

He didn’t even know you; you’d never even spoken before that quidditch match, how could you hate him already? Was he that hard to love? Did you really despise him that much? Thoughts of why he wasn’t enough of you plagued his thoughts the entire week he avoided you, he just didn’t know how to fix what was never there.

He wasn’t about to give up though, he had spent a lifetime waiting for you, he would change your mind no matter what. That was also part of the reason he had spent all that time alone, he needed a plan, a plan to make you see that he wasn’t the cold-hearted monster you thought he was. He was fine with the rest of the world thinking that of him, but not you. He didn’t even know you, but you were supposed to be the one person who was on his side.

You felt guilty to say the least. Calling someone unlovable, (whether or not they actually were) was cruel, your friends made sure you were well aware of that. Perhaps you had gone a little hard on him but surely everyone could see where you were coming from, there had been bets going on since first year about 2 people’s soulmates. Harry Potter’s would be the luckiest and Draco Malfoy’s would be the unluckiest, so why was it you.

After all of this, no one could blame you for being surprised when he started sending you letters. Well you assumed they were from him, the cursive ‘M’ on the green seal was enough of a clue. If you weren’t feeling shit about yourself before, you definitely were once the letters started arriving. They came at breakfast every few days, but as the weeks drew on, they turned into one each day. You never opened them, shoving them straight into your pockets to stash away in your drawers, too afraid to open them, afraid of what they would say.

Your friends saw you do this each morning, yet no number of disapproving looks would change your mind. You just weren’t ready to be tied to Malfoy for the rest of your life. You didn’t want any part in his life, everyone knew what the Malfoys were like, and how much they valued their precious reputation. You just weren’t suited for it, the morals the old family kept so dear disgusted you.

So why did he keep trying? If you were in his position you would’ve stopped trying weeks ago. You weren’t sure what was keeping you from opening the letters. The guilt over him overhearing you those weeks ago? Or that you’d avoided him for so long that it was just second nature to you. The whole school knew you were soulmates, but everyone knew you were avoiding him like the plague, they gave you looks of pity when they walked past you in hallways, you wondered what kind of looks they gave Draco. Not that you cared.

As you made your way to the library, you heard rapid footsteps approaching; afraid it was Draco, you start to pick up your pace, refusing to turn around for a second. “Gods, Y/N slow down. I’m not a quidditch player like you, this is not fair.” Whoops, it was just Liam. Smiling sheepishly, you turned around to apologise to the sweating boy, maybe you ought to whip him into shape on a broom sometime soon, he was not looking good.

“I’m so sorry! I thought you were Draco! But seriously, you need to work on your stamina, if not for you own sake then for Mina’s…” Liam sent you a glare and a vulgar gesture which you admittedly deserved.

“Y/N listen, I know you don’t want to hear it, but Draco came up to me during study hall and he asked me to pass a message to you, he seemed pretty upset, and yeah I am talking about THE Draco Malfoy. Even I’m starting to take pity on him, just listen to his message?” All your friends were traitors, you decided. You knew they all wanted you to give him a chance, but you thought they would understand that if it ever did happen it would be on your own terms, and many many years in the future.

“Fine, what does he want?” You could never win against your friends; you had learnt that the hard way in second year…

“He says he’ll leave you alone but only if you meet him in the astronomy tower at 7pm tonight. He really seemed desperate, I think you should give him a clear answer at least, instead of just straight out avoiding him. I mean you have been a bit of a dick to him, no matter how bad he may be. Soulmates are supposed to be a support pillar for each other through thick and thin, you need him just as much as he needs you. Consider it please? For you own sake if not his.” Tom gave you a sad smile before turning and walking away. Typical, he had just dumped a heavy burden on you and ran away, some friend he was. Your thoughts were more confused than before, even though you didn’t think that was possible.

Draco was an awful human being, you had seen what he was from first year, you had heard the rumours, everyone had. So why was the universe so keen for you to be with him? Why couldn’t you have had someone ordinary and nice as your soulmate. You had questioned yourself over this a hundred times in the past month yet every day you woke up with his name still on your wrist. Maybe your only option was Draco, every day you woke up with nothing changed, was a day closer to accepting the reality that you really didn’t want.

18:00

Draco was shitting himself, truly shitting himself. Maybe he shouldn’t have said he wouldn’t try again after this, what if it didn’t work? What if you said no? What if he fucked up his last chance and you truly didn’t want him at all? He had imbedded crescent marks into both of his arms at this point, pacing back and forth across the dusty floor, reciting what he would say to you. It would have been a lot easier if you had read your letters, but he understood why you hadn’t, he understood that he needed to change to have you. He’d do anything.

19:00

Draco should’ve guessed you weren’t going to show. Of course, you wouldn’t. You hadn’t responded to any of his letters so why would this time be any different. But he’d gotten used to it by now, sitting and waiting in the tower hoping you would’ve read his letters and would give him a chance. But just like the past 3 weeks, it was just him in the tower.

You on the other hand were sat in your common room with your friends, ready for a night of card games and firewhiskey. Everyone knew exactly what you were doing but no one said anything but still gave you a disappointed look every minute or so. You were used to them at this point, besides, the firewhiskey helped to numb everything.

20:00

He had nowhere else to be, an extra hour or two was nothing, and he would kick himself if you showed and he wasn’t there.

You were too sober to be where you were. You were used to your friends being all coupley with each other, you had been since last year yet right now you would rather be anywhere than right there. You found yourself slipping from your common room, just wanting to take a walk and get away from the disapproving stares aimed at you and affectionate actions they gave each other. This sucked.

20:59

Draco had held onto hope this entire time, hope that you would give him this one chance. God if this is how people felt when they lost all hope, he understood why people hated villains, he didn’t want to feel ever again if this was what it was like to care and to have hope.

Shaking his head at his own patheticness, Draco pulled the door handle, ready to leave and just drown in the prefect’s bath that was waiting for him. What he hadn’t expected was for you to be on the other side, pushing the door open as he pulled causing you to fall straight into his arms.

You truly didn’t think you’d end up going to meet Draco, but your legs had ended up taking you up to the astronomy tower after you had spent an hour walking around pretty much everywhere else in the castle. You didn’t think he’s still be there; you were almost 2 hours late after all. You didn’t know what you were doing standing outside the door and not opening it. He wasn’t inside so what was holding you back. You took a deep breath before pushing the door open… and falling straight into someone’s arms.

[#A/N: I really considered ending it here but I was feeling nice ;)]

You scramble out of his arms, running your hands over where his hands had been, but Draco must’ve mistakenly thought you were cold as the next thing you knew, his robes were being draped around your shoulders.

“Thank you but I don’t need it, here take it back.” Your hands moved to remove it from your shoulders, but he brought his hands up to stop you before you could. “You’re just in your pyjamas and I have a jumper on, just wear is please?” You just dopped your arms back down to your sides, a little grateful for the warmth the material brought you, and you really tried not to focus on the scent surrounding you.

“I didn’t think you’d still be here.” You broke the heavy silence that fell between you too, the remnants of alcohol in your body leaving you a little more open than usual.

“I didn’t want you to come and for me not to be here, I was serious about that one chance y/n. I promise I’ll stop trying if you just hear me out.”

The guilt that had been subdued from the alcohol was back looking at his solemn expression. This was the first time since the first incident that you had spoken to him, second time overall in your life, yet talking to him didn’t cause you as much anxiety as you had initially imagined. Maybe your friends were right, maybe you owed both Draco and yourself a chance.

“5 minutes.”

“That’s all I need, thank you.” His shoulders practically sagged in relief, tugging on your heart strings more than you would ever admit.

“I know what you think of me, what the whole school thinks of me. We both heard what you said that day but I’m really trying, can’t you see that? I’ve spent my entire life living in one way and it’s hard to suddenly change everything in my life, but I’m more than willing to do it for you. I just want to make you happy; I want to be happy. Whether we like it or not, we’re bound for life, can’t you give me a chance? A clean beginning? I can show you that I can change, that I’m not the unlovable monster you think I am. I might be a Malfoy but let me prove my worth to you.”

“That’s just it Draco, I don’t want you to have to change, because you think I’ll give you a chance for it. It literally has no meaning that way. You are who you are, it’s literally in your blood! You have been despicable these past 6 years, if you’re going to change then change for yourself and not for me. Your attitude towards non-pure bloods, your hatred towards Harry Potter and every other non-Slytherin, your superiority complex; it’s all a part of you don’t you see? That’s not something you can change overnight.” He was biting his lip so hard it started to bleed but neither of you did anything about it, just stood in tense silence as you waited for a response.

“Okay.”

“Okay? This isn’t ‘The Fault in Our Stars Draco’, you’re going to have to give me more.”

“What is ‘The Fault in Our Stars’? Anyways that’s not important, I meant; okay, I’ll change for me. If that’s what will make you happy.” Your jaw dropped, how was everything you were saying going in one ear and coming out the other, wasn’t he supposed to be one of the top students next to Hermione?

“You’ve literally missed the entire point. I don’t want you to change because of me, I want you to change because it’s the right thing to do, I want you to change and actually believe in what you’re changing for. I want you to be a better person for yourself and not for someone or anything else.”

“How- how do I do that?” he looked like a child whose ice cream you had just stolen.

“Figure that out yourself Draco, I’ll give you a chance when you can prove that to me.”

“But you just said this doesn’t happen overnight, how can I make you see that I mean it?”

“I don’t care if it takes you a few months or a few years, I can’t be with you as you are now Draco. And I don’t want you to fake who you are around me. If I’m going to be with you, I want to love you for you, and right now, I just can’t.” With that you turned to leave the room, completely forgetting about the robe draped over your figure until you got back to your room. You balled it up in your hands and shoved it in the same draw you kept his letters in, out of sight out of mind.

PART 3

#A/N: The first part of this got so much love and I just wasn't expecting that, thank you to everyone who’s read these!! I hope the next part will satisfy youu. This was supposed to go up like 2 hours ago but I got distracted playing among us 👀

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[thefemalejamespotter]

I'm gonna write a timeline for James and Regulus' relationship because I'm ✨bored✨

So, I don't really need to go over much when they were younger; you know, James and Sirius made friends and a year later he met Regulus, they didn't speak much and when they did Regulus was always quite rude and arragont towards James blah, blah you know the story.

James has been asking Lily Evans out from his 2nd year all the way up until his 4th but it seemed he'd started to give up on it. This confused the marauders slightly, as they had no idea why but didn't mid to much- as amusing as it was at times, it did get quite boring watching James ask Lily out again and again and again and... Again.

It's roles round to Regulus fifth year and James' 6th and Regulus knows that it's not long before he'll have to get the Dark Mark on his parents orders, even though he so desperately doesn't want to.

One night he finds himself walking round the castle and ends up in the astronomy tower.

James knew all about what had been going on with Sirius, after he'd left that summer and he was really worried about Regulus. He was looking at the marauders map, and saw Regulus up in the tower so he went there. It was a very short and awkward conversation that ended in Regulus snapping at James and telling him to get out.

After that, they ended up meeting in the astronomy tower every night. Well, Regulus would go up there to get some peace and James would come and bug him, partly for fun but mostly because he was worried about the other boy.

One night, when Regulus was sat in the window seat and James was sat talking to him, Regulus snapped at him over something and James just laughed. He took hold of Regulus' face and asked him; 'when will you just admit that you've fallen in love with me?' Regulus, angry and embarrassed yelled at him for such stupid accusations, but then he realised something. Why was it that he went to the astronomy tower every night, when he knew James would be there to annoy him? Why did he not go somewhere else instead? Why was it that every morning at breakfast he would stare across the hall at James? Why was it all he could think about in his lessons was James bloody Potter?

The two end up kissing, and in the heat of the moment... Something more happens.

After that happened, they decided to have a friends with benefits type of thing, or at least that's what James calls it. Regulus still refuses to say they were anything more than fuck buddies- 'your not my friend James, and your not my boyfriend because I don't have feelings for you. At all.' (I also imagine that after the first time they slept together Regulus told him; 'I don't like you. And I'm not gay.' and James laughed. That's not important but it's funny.)

So, you know they continue their late night meet ups where sometimes they'll just talk, or sometimes they'll do... Other things. It eventually gets to a point where sometimes Regulus would find himself being pulled into a broom closet at random, to be snogged by James. And sometimes he'd find himself pinned against a bookshelf in the library, with butterflies in his stomach and a blush creeping up his neck- but it's not like he's on love with James or anything!

This continues for a while, and to be honest they have quite a toxic relationship at this stage. Regulus will still snap at James and tell him he hates him, but that's because of ✨internalised homophobia✨ and he feels like him shagging James I mean, being with James is wrong even though deep down he knows there's nothing wrong with it. As a result, it makes both of them feel cr@p but even so they continue to do it.

A few months later, and James finally cracked- he and Regulus got into a huge argument, and it wasn't pretty. James ended up yelling at him, and after lal the trauma he's been threw, it made Regulus flinch and pull out his wand. James felt absolutely awful, and they talked things out. It was also the first time Regulus had hugged anyone since he was 7 years old, when he buried his leg and Sirius gave him a hug to make it better. During that conversation, James also admitted that he'd grown real feelings for Regulus and Regulus finally admitted to both James and himself that he to wanted to have a real relationship with James.

So, as well as being pulled into broom closets to shag I mean kiss, they also went on secret dates and were just adorable. They obviously kept their relationship a secret because they didn't want anyone finding out because Walburga and Orion would go ballistic to find that out about Regulus, who still was just very awkward and worried about what people would think. They also had a feeling that Sirius wouldn't be a fan of their relationship... And they were right.

And BAM! all of a sudden it's the summer holidays, they sucked, Regulus was... Well, lots of sh!t happening there and James was missing him but happy to hang out with Sirius for the time.

And again BAM! we are back at Hogwarts, and the two boys are so excited to see each other, because they missed each other and just even more adorable couple things.

So, it roles round to the end of September (James' 7th and Regulus' 6th) are by the black lake together, they've just had midnight picnic for a date and now they're just looking at the view. James turned to Regulus, and for the first time said he loved him. He assured Regulus that he didn't have to say it back, but Regulus did anyway and they shared a very passionate kiss.

But then... Oh then. A loud shout interrupts them and they turn to see Sirius charging towards them, with Remus chasing after him. Sirius is fuming that James would dare lay a finger on his baby brother, and tries to hit him. Luckily, Remus was there to hold him back until he calmed down. Then he told James to *insert swear word here* off and then stormed away. Regulus was really upset about it, but James assured him it would be fine.

Fast forward to the next day, and Sirius just completely blanks James. Ignores him, doesn't talk to him which goes noticed by all the other gryffindors who are very concerned about the two. Remus hasn't said anything about it to either of them, but is constantly trying to get Sirius to talk to James again, meanwhile Peter's stuck in the middle like- screw this.

Eventually, James decides to confront Sirius, but it just ends in a huge argument. James tells Sirius that he's in love with Regulus and Regulus feels the same- they're devoted to each other and trust each other, yadda, yadda, yadda. Sirius gets even angrier and yells at James; 'oh yeah? If he trusts you so much, has he told you about what happened over the summer?'

James, slightly baffled, runs off and finds Regulus who's with Barty and Snape. He drags Regulus off to the bathroom and demands that Regulus rolls up his sleeves. When he refuses, James grabs his arm and does it himself to reveal the dark mark. They get into a massive fight, that ends in James breaking it off with him. He goes back to the dorm and bursts into tears. Sirius apologizes for both being a bit of a d!ck about their relationship but mainly because of what Regulus had done and comforted him.

Later in the year, James ends up asking Lily out for what he promises will be the last time in this life and she says yes. They go on a few dates and fall in love, they leave Hogwarts, get married- you know the story.

Then, a few years later they get a very teary phonecall from Sirius explaining that Regulus was dead. He had no idea what happened, but he was gone. Lily was obviously extremely upset for Sirius, and understood how hard it must be for him- she hadn't spoken to Petunia in years but the idea of losing her was unbearable. Even so, she was slightly confused to why James had gone so pale and teary, and even more so when he went upstairs to the bathroom and didn't come back down again for half an hour. She put it down to the realisation he had about the war, little did she realise James had lost the first and only man he'd ever loved.

I gotta put it out there, he does love Lily, like she wasn't a rebound or a comfort to losing Regulus, he did love her but a part of him still loved Regulus and always would.

I hope you liked this timeline, despite the depressing ending!

I'm going to be writing a fanfic on it very soon on wattpad, I've already got a couple chapters ready to be posted if you're interested. (My account on their is woofstar)

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