#UNRESPONSIBLE PREFECT

[monochrome-cropcrown]

Jack's wearing a school prefect uniform (white and has that fabric thing around his arm). And you see that bag filled with snacks(?) that he's holding? HE CONFISCATED THEM AS CONTRABANDS.

And he's not actually making a sad face. HE'S EYEING ON BUDDHA

And Buddha thought he's slick by having Zerofuku holding some 😭😭

BRO THOUGH HE SLICK 😐😭😭

#Look at that guilty face #And I noticed Buddha's might be wearing a school prefect uniform as well #UNRESPONSIBLE PREFECT #SHAMEE #record of ragnarok #record of ragnorak #records of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #shumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no walkure #ror buddha #snv buddha #ror jack the ripper #snv jack the ripper #snv jack #ror jack #buddha record of ragnarok #jack the ripper x reader #buddha x reader

[pandoa]

cheeky kiss!!

when you kiss them on the cheek as a thank you

~headcanons~ ~twisted wonderland x gender neutral reader~

requested by anon~✰

red. all you see is red. his cheeks are red, his ears are red, sevens, even his nose is red at the feeling of your lips pecking his cheek. you didn't think it was even physically possible to be that flushed in the face, but yet here he is doing just that. he stares blankly, unresponsive to anyone and anything as he appears as if a wire had been cut loose from head, malfunctioning like a computer’s blue screen of death. the only difference is that he is a deep shade of scarlet. the spot where you kissed feels like a spark on his skin and he’s simply too frozen to move. please give him a warning of sorts before doing that again. for his own safety. please.

deuce spade, epel felmier, IDIA SHROUD

he acts nonchalant but on the inside he's a muttering mess. there's simply no losing his cool around you, that he will ensure will never happen. he brushes off your kiss with a wave of his hand, acting as if your little action didn't faze him at all. it's no problem, prefect, he'd tell you with a charming smile. a smile you'd think would mean that he didn't mind your gesture. though, if you're observant enough, there's a slight chance you'll get to see the quickening of his heartrate, the fluttering of his stomach, as his heart seems to pump directly through his chest each minute he spent with you. all that is left is for your own blindness to finally see.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, ace trappola, ruggie bucchi, AZUL ASHENGROTTO, JAMIL VIPER, MALLEUS DRACONIA

he kisses you back. did you really think you could do that without expecting one in return? silly prefect~ things like these should be shared (with only you of course)! the moment he feels your peck on his cheek and an adorable thank you coming from the lips that had just kissed him, he immediately draws close to your face and kisses you back. pulling away, he seems satisfied by the outcome of his actions. oh? (y/n), your cheeks are incredibly red! he laughs as he pokes your face. do you enjoy the tables being turned on you~?

cater diamond, FLOYD LEECH, jade leech, kalim al-asim, VIL SCHOENHEIT, ROOK HUNT, LILIA VANROUGE

he smiles at you. sweet and gentle like a lily of a valley, his smile alone sends waves of enchantment through your mind as the light from the sun causes the grinning eyes of the young man to shine along with the whites of his teeth, practically blinding you. you feel like you're staring at an angel. sevens, maybe even a prince. his reaction is just simply too pure for his own good; you didn't expect your actions to come with such beautiful consequences at all. he continues smiling at you, paying no mind to the way you seem to look up at him in awe, and nods his head with a swift the pleasure is mine to his lips. you can't even tell if he's doing it on purpose anymore. perhaps you'd be better not knowing at all. for your heart's sake, that is.

cater diamond, trey clover, jade leech, azul ashengrotto, KALIM AL-ASIM, VIL SCHOENHEIT, rook hunt, SILVER

he's fine. dandy. marvelous. magnificent. he's totally not blubbering and flailing his arms around like a fish out of water, oh no siree, not today. that's just what friends do to thank each other, right? RIGHT???? he continues to sputter nonsense into the air as you stare, amused, and loses touch of whatever self-awareness he has left. whether he's in denial or just plain dense, the young man wishes to do whatever it takes to not make a fool of himself. in front of you, at that. though, all seems to be for naught as he begins to cough and choke on his own breath attempting to do his best in waving a composed “goodbye” to you, the prefect. he also totally did not fall flat on his poor nose trying to walk away from you once the exchange was over. totally.

DEUCE SPADE, jack howl, EPEL FELMIER, IDIA SHROUD, SEBEK ZIGVOLT

he questions your sanity. bold move of you, prefect. bold move. he's genuinely surprised at your actions, especially when most would avoid being so close to him in that way if it was the last thing they'd do. it's not everyday that you get kissed by a certain prefect. your ability to do whatever your mind had set on causes him to look at you with an expression of both astoundment and amusement. it's refreshing to see someone like you in twisted wonderland, if he were to be honest. aside from that, however, he's completely fine. if you're plan was to fluster the young man, then he wishes you luck for next time.

leona kingscholar, JADE LEECH, MALLEUS DRACONIA

a/n: idk about u but i would need a literal STOOL to reach some of these boys 💀

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twstnexus #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #♢the scribe♢

[isaksbestpillow]

Nowhere in his confession does Ayan tell Akk he likes him, not in those exact words. It’s such a simple confession but so tangible. Akk is in such an unresponsive place that I like you would’ve bounced right off of his walls. I feel good when I’m with you on the other hand is a conversation, a map through which Akk can find a way to himself. Ayan is not asking Akk to name anything, not asking him if he’s gay or if he likes Ayan. All he’s asking is how Akk feels when he’s with him, and I think for someone like Akk who is so caught up in what he is (a head prefect, a scholarship student, the pride of a working class family) that there’s barely any room for his feelings to breathe, for someone like Akk who is always doing and being this is a question he’s been needing for a long time.

#the eclipse #i just really really love that confession it's so simple but layered at the same time

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Suicidal! Yuu, they constantly get mistreated, everyone goes to them when something goes wrong, puts off work to yuu without yuu being able to properly defend themselves, only to be passive aggresive or ungrateful; they realize that their own world isn't that great, and here it isn't either. knowing that crowley is clearly not working on a way for yuu to return, yuu has the choice: Suicide.

HOWEVER the one twist to this is that it's not just a typical one: but completely spontanious, possibly even in the NRC building in a quite gruesome way, that because of that isn't fool-proof (stabbed, impaled on the overload of pointy things there, burned by chemicals), that are really, to put it simply: not something you imagine with suicide; which leads to a different conclusion. Someone tried to murder the prefect.

Here i imagine that yuu survives, but barely. And now that they've been in a coma, and unresponsive once they wake up, deemed incapable of being able to take over work, they SUDDENLY get treated nicely, like oh they were the good ol' loved ramshackle prefect of the NRC that people were totally buddy-buddy with. which eventually, yuu will go absolutely insane about.

Bonus for framing one of the boys of murder: The suicidal yuu actually feels loved for a while during the recovery, only to realize that one of the closest people who seemed suddenly supportive and regretful about their past actions, starts becoming worse to yuu all over again, with the others slowly joining in, so yuu decides, the first one to turn on them is the target, and suicides fully, possibly in front of that student, not to scar them, no not just that, but to tell them exactly WHY they did it, and they're going to be assumed to be the murderer.

THIS!!! I LOVE THIS CONCEPT.

Idk what else to add but like it would make so much sense.

Yuu is filled with so much saltiness and hatred after realized this is what it took for them to be treated kindly at all and is not happy. All the kindness coming their way leaves a bitter flavor in their mouth

#not writing #not requests #dark content #suicide tw #suicide mention tw #suicide #suicide mention #self harm tw #self harm #skintights0cks

[lightvsdark18]

Your eyes open to darkness and feel your heart beating quickly, lifting and reaching your hand out to the black void only to prick yourself on something pointed. You draw back and make a small "ow."

Then you start hearing whispers and rustling around you, eventually seeing soft light growing and growing until you see the face of Malleus and Leona.

"It worked! You're alive!" Malleus pushes the bramble away and pulls you into his arms, hugging you and brushing your hair out of your face.

"You're okay! I'm so glad the ritual worked." Tears well up in his eyes as he holds you close to him.

Leona sighs to himself. "I still not okay with them being half fae, but it did save them."

Half fae?

"I'm so glad it worked. That ritual suck every ounce of my strength." Azul sits back and stretches out his legs on the ground.

"We still have our darling prefect. I'm happy that you're back." Vil cups your cheek and strokes his thumb along your skin. "We would be lost without you."

Ritual? I'm back? What are they saying about?

Riddle notices your confusion. "Everyone-" he calls and snaps their attention on him- "Yuu is confused on what just happened."

"Oh! You're right." Jamil scoots closer to you and takes your hand in his. "Um, something happened to the school and while you were helping to protect everyone, you were attacked and were... unresponsive. To save you, we-"

"Let Crowley explain what happened," Leona interrupts Jamil. "It's the least he could do after what happened, and Yuu just woke up. We shouldn't overwhelm them."

"Yes, you should rest. We all should," Malleus suggests.

He carries you to the infernary to rest as everyone gets treated for their wounds. Crowley arrives a few minutes later, sitting down in a chair next to your bed and explain everything. About the attack towards the school, you helping to guide the students to safety, getting attacked and knocking on Death's door. However-

"The Dark Mirror told me you can't dead, and repeatedly said that again and again like tragedy would happen if you perished. You lost too much blood and your injuries were too deep to heal with magic, I allowed your friends to use a forbidden ritual to you turn into half-fae."

Your sight slowly darken like you are looking through a tunnel.

"It was the only way to save you."

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #azul ashengrotto #leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #jamil viper #dire crowley #written work #stories #was inspired by BlackMieu on Twitter #twst yuu

[aceslytherin]

MC: *kisses Felix*

Felix: What was that?

MC: It's called a kiss

Felix: Gross

Felix: Do it again

#felix rosier #mc #mc x felix #prefect felix #slytherin #hphm #hogwarts mystery #slytherin prefect #ace slytherin #nah its a shitpost really #like honestly he would be unresponsive the first kiss and immediately be like omg what was I missing out on?? #im surprised no one has done this yet !

[siriusmydeer]

smut req: being risky with sirius in the showers in the locker rooms after his quidditch practice (omg gia im sorry lol)

caught in the act

sirius black x fem!reader

summary: you and sirius get caught in the locker room showers together.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: penetration, pet names, dirty talk, teasing, choking, getting caught, exhibitionism, mentions of voyerism.

a/n: in my catholic school, during math class, writing smut. sounds v gia to me.

“darling, you don’t want us to get caught now d’you?” he crooned into your ear affectionately and in faux-fright as his hand danced around the hem of your skirt that had been pushed up from his needy touch of your skin. his lips previously nipped small marks of blooming red hues at your neck, his presence evident at your short puffs of air and small splotches of red transitioning to violet on your neck by the minute; his tongue previously drawing dainty swirls on the flushed skin under your ear, your whimpers only persuading him to continue in the public area of the gryffindor locker room.

his fingers buried themselves gravely underneath the hem of your black lace underwear, just at the sight of your jutted lip in limited-patience for his warm touch. your flushed-skin feeling the calloused pads of his fingers glide flawlessly through your cunt. the sight of him beating away bludgers belligerently without the bare amount of effort it usually took others was enough to have you clenching your thighs together as you cheered for the gryffindor male.

he caught the hint as soon as your legs crossed whilst he was mid-flight and sirius caught sight of the impatient recurrent bounces of your leg, suddenly taking several missed opportunities to tease you to the point where once he had finally landed you were anxiously clawing at his uniform in the quidditch lockeroom. “ahh— patience puppy.” he began to chastise you at your desirous whines while pulling on the bottom of his vermillion-hued uniform.

“please— i need you.” it was like your small plead was a rapid switch in his creativity-roaming brain, trying to contain every single sound while students chatted amongst each other just outside the locker room. it was almost a guarantee they would hear— at first sirius wanted to refrain for your sake of embarrassment, as you were a prefect, but now all he wanted was to be buried inside you with the whole of hogwarts students who yearningly pinned after you, hearing how he could make you feel at his very decree.

his hand grasped onto the column of your throat, slightly catching you by surprise but before even uttering a word of confusion he hastily placed his lips on your own; his own desperation taking over his clouded mind. without a warning be shot his tongue directly into your mouth, tasting your recurrent mango lipgloss directly onto his tastebuds every time he kissed you— it was familiar like your tongues greeting, similar to old friends, just tremendously more passionate.

the next thing you heard was the clatter of metal, feeling the small tinge of discomfort at first, realizing you were now pinned up against a vermillion locker with sirius’ small scribbling along with smeared ink all over it. your lips that were once melding like glue, and tongues prodding each other were seperated for a moment. at the anxious flick of sirius’ wand, hot water was streaming from the closet shower, the glass fogging up in merely seconds that could slightly cover up your bodies from any peering eyes that could interrupt the both of you.

you both glanced at the other for a moment, his pearl irises hastily gaping on every detailed aspect of your face; your eyes, the creases in your eyebrows, the pout of your lip, it all drove him absolutely mental in the best way possible. his hands now rapidly opening the buttons of your uniform top, as well as your pleated skirt. your own hands nimbly tugging the maroon and gold jumper off of his torso, pausing for a moment to appreciate the sweaty streaks that were glazed onto his clenched and over-worked abdomen from the quidditch practice he had partaken in.

the heavy sound of the water pouring out of the stream that directly landed onto the ivory tiled floor was heard amongst the teenagers heaving breaths as you both rapidly disarrayed each others clothing and made way to place yourself’s under the searing stream of water.

you hair was clinging to the nape of your neck as you were in a familiarly lustful position with your boyfriend, this time under the scorching shower head; sirius’ hand grasped onto your throat yet again, pressing you against the shower wall in the midst of a passionate kiss. the stream gliding through your body’s, chest to chest, without any room between the couple.

the prod of sirius’ prick was felt directly on your inner thigh, taking tutelage of the situation you placed your legs in a lock behind his back— in the direct position you had been desperately aching to be in for the past hour and a half of watching sirius stride through the air effortlessly on his broom, and his uniform sticking to every nook and cranny of his torso showcasing his an structure to every female sat upon the quidditch stands; a tinge of jealousy still remaining from all the girls fawning over your boyfriend.

“you’re sure?” the murmur was barely coherent, but it was still heard from the close proximity that you both had been sharing for the past ten minutes. the vibration of his words directly hitting your pouted lips as he patiently waited in response for your consent to continue. “yes, need you, please.” you confirmed with the anxious shake of your head.

aligning himself he took the tenacity to steadily push himself into the warm walls of your cunt, you body clenched suddenly as he waited for you to adjust to his substantially sized prick inside of you. he waiting for the shake of your head to continue before he took it upon himself to hold you against the wall of the shower and pace himself in the deep walls of your cunt before starting a paced speed before gaining velocity.

pure skin on skin being shared between the two teenagers, the thrilling feeling of adrenaline shared thickly through each other’s kisses running directly through your blood stream like recurrent laps around the quidditch pitch at the mere thought of someone watching sirius claim you for himself in such a public area. the sound of the falling patter of water mixed with the slap of each other’s skin was prominent; the lingering sounds of hoarseful grunts and moans from the rapid pace that was set from the beginning of his thrusts and only continued as he edged you both further to release.

“my desperate little puppy, begging for me.” the mockery of his words had begun, while he thrusted deeply into the walls of your clenched cunt. your brain bleary in pleasure, too distracted by the way he was inside of you too even nod at his words, you could barely even acknowledge his voice; only finding the will to whimper subconsciously as it travelled from the crevices in your throat directly into his ear.

“cant even mumble a word f’me, getting all fucked out are you?” he began to question your unresponsive figure, he knew you couldn’t answer and just further got off on the fact that your only focus was how he euphoric he could make you feel all at once. the squeeze of your neck from his hand, that had remained on your throat, at the sides evidently brought you to where you were as he awaited your response to his mocking words.

“yes— yes i am.” you finally muttered as the quick broil in your belly started to swirl through your bloodstream recurrently like lightning bolts ready to loop around the crevices of your spine and finally ready to spill into the depths of your awaiting cunt.

the twitch in sirius’ cock was predominant as he was close to his release as well after teasing the both of you for such premeditated amounts of time, “gonna cum, gonna finish.” you hummed into the coagulated air, that was dense from the steam of the shower and the arousal that set into the ventilation system, as he pushed one final thrust inside of your trembling figure the squeak of the door rang through your ear like violent alarms bells ringing like someone had stolen one of the most pristine items in the world.

while in the midst of your elated orgasams both overcoming your sweaty bodies being coated in the scorching water of the shower, while the feeling of sirius releasing into you was overcome in arousal. the tinge of fright started to become more prominent as the seconds ticked of whom had just walked in on you and your boyfriend intensely having sex meters away from them.

“sirius? where is he” you heard the familiar whisper of the quidditch captain, james mother fucking potter, the boy who could never shut his trap walk in on you and sirius having sex. he whistled in thought as he padded in around the locker room in a stroll for his best mate. his eyes starting to crease at the clothes scattered across the floor.

you glanced at sirius with wide eyes as the footsteps became more coherent to both your ears, sirius paused at the whistling numb down, his body frozen inside of you as a small skid was heard on the ground and a heavy sigh following.

“sirius, in the showers? really mate?”

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[little-diable]

Potter - Draco Malfoy (angst/smut)

Request by anon: Hello. I love your imagines! Can I request a Draco smut? The reader and him are in a secret romance due to her being Harry's sister. She is Harry's stolen object in the second task, but she doesn't know how to swim. Draco saves her and has soft smut in the Prefect bathroom with multiple "I love you"s.

Hope this is what you had in mind. Enjoy my loves. xxx

“Sh, don’t want anybody to hear us, do we?” His lips nibbled on her neck, hands massaging her skin, leaving a few hidden marks, something he’ll be able to admire later on. His scent filled her nostrils, the faint green apple aroma made a homey feeling overcome her, trying to pull her love even closer. 

“My gorgeous love,“ Draco breathed out, smiling at her, those bright eyes twinkling in the darkness of the storage room, he loved to feel her close, pressed against his chest, shuttered breaths leaving her swollen lips, begging for more. 

“We need to leave,“ (y/n) mumbled, she couldn’t miss her brothers first task, still shaken up from the way he had whispered “dragons” just last night. Her first instinct had been to tell him to quit, she couldn’t endure watching him struggle against something that deadly, but soon enough the (y/h/c) haired Potter girl realized, she couldn’t do anything, besides cheering for her brother, supporting him no matter what. 

“Fucking Potter,“ Draco muttered under his breath, groaning as his girlfriend slapped her hand against his abdomen.

„Don‘t Draco, he’s my bother,“ (y/n) reminded him once again, as if he wasn’t struggling with the sober truth every single day.

Draco and (y/n) had crossed paths years ago, eyes gazing at each other as the hat sorted them into their houses. A Malfoy would naturally be placed into Slytherin, just like (y/n) followed her brother into Gryffindor. Draco could still feel the uneasy feeling rising in his stomach as the hat called “Gryffindor”, he had deeply wished for her to follow him into Slytherin. 

It had taken (y/n) and Draco a few years to finally find each other, coming clean with their emotions, hiding their relationship from curious eyes, especially the ones of Dracos so called enemy, Harry Potter, (y/n)s brother. 

“He’ll be fine, don’t worry.“Draco kissed her forehead, running a hand through his bright blonde hair, trying to lace his voice with any sympathy, struggling to do so. “I’ll find you later on,“ and off he went, blending in with the rest of the students, cheering for anybody who didn’t carry the name Potter. 

His bright eyes would unintentionally find her (y/e/c) ones from time to time, checking to see, if she was alright, his heart was clenching at the sight, she was trembling, hands interlaced with Hermoines. Draco wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her, his mind was coming up with all the supportive things he’d whisper into her ear. 

He caught himself admiring her features more than once, proud that he was the one, that got to call her his girlfriend, he’d do anything to show her off to all those students, if his bloodline and her brother wouldn’t stand in their way. 

Even Draco felt scared, just for a second though, but his emotions were pure, watching Harry disappear, chased by the dragon, praying that he’d make it. Harry couldn’t leave (y/n) behind, he was the only true family member she had left, not as if she’d ever call her uncle and her aunt her family. 

“God, Harry,“ she fell into her brothers arms, a relieved sob left her lips, (y/n) inhaled his scent, the all too familiar calming sensation overcame her, made her sink into her brothers embrace even further. “I’m alright, don’t worry,“ he kissed her hairline, hands tightly squeezing her before he let go of her, ready to celebrate his victory. 

Harry and Draco would cross paths once that evening, Harrys eyebrows would furrow together as he caught the blonde Slytherin staring at his sister, the almost lovingly seeming smile he shot her made Harry frown. 

“(Y/n), love, look at me,“ Draco had her pressed against the cold wall, hands wrapped around her trembling frame. „He won’t leave you, Harry will survive this tournament.“

An exhausted expression grazed Dracos features, both, (y/n) and Draco hadn’t caught much sleep these past few days, she’d seek him out whenever another nightmare would haunt her, not able to keep on sleeping without him near. 

“Sorry,“ (y/n) hiccuped, fingers grasping the fabric of his sweater, too scared to let go of him. She admired him, truly did, thankful for muttering those sweet words to her, obviously trying to swallow down his hatred for her brother. “Don’t be,“ he kissed her forehead, dipping his head down to pull her into him. 

“I love you,“ she mumbled against his lips, kissing him one last time before she disappeared into the darkness, creeping down the hallways, finding her way back to her dorm, praying for at least a few hours of sleep. 

But as (y/n) had been woken up from her sleep early in the morning, she cursed herself for ever leaving the comfortableness of her bed, desperate to find her love, not able to calm the raging storm inside her mind herself. Hermoine and Ron had dragged her to where they’d meet with Dumbledore, getting initiated into the next task. 

An uneasy feeling settled inside her bones, (y/n) had never liked the water, never felt calm in the crashing waves of the ocean, so she refused to learn how to swim, she wouldn’t need to swim anyways, well, how wrong she had been. 

Neither the teachers nor Ron and Hermoine spared her protests any mind, trying to bribe her into it, telling her how much she’d help her brother with it, since everybody knew, that (y/n) would give her all for Harry, even her last breath. 

“No, absolutely not,“Draco muttered, arms crossed in front of his chest, staring down on his girlfriend. „I don’t have any other choice,“ she sounded just as unconvinced, her mind was racing, anxiety nestled in her, god, she prayed that Harry would be able to rescue her. 

“I’ll only give him a few minutes, otherwise I’ll step in,“ Draco left without kissing her goodbye, too enraged to even think straight, not noticing her sad eyes on him, aching for his touch. “I love you,“ she whispered into the hallway, eyes set on the spot where Draco had just been standing on a few moments ago. 

With trembling legs she stood in front of the old wizard, hopeful eyes were gazing at her. “It will be alright Miss Potter, don’t worry,“ he winked at her. She shot her friends one last glance before she got put into her trance, disappearing down the lake, darkness engulfed her, lulled her in. 

Dracos hard eyes were focused on the lake, he kept on tapping his foot, counting the minutes, cold sweat was breaking out on his back, he felt scared, truly scared, for the first time in his life. “What’s going on with you Malfoy?” Goyle chuckled, teasing his distressed friend. 

The prince of Slytherin pushed him out of the way as Harry broke through the lakes surface, (y/n) nowhere to be seen. “Where is she?” Draco spat, eyes finding Harrys shivering frame. „I don’t know,“ Harry stuttered, he hadn’t noticed the way she had struggled underwater, hadn’t noticed her letting go of his hand. Only now he seemed to realize, that his sister was actually not by his side. 

Blood was rushing in Dracos ears, too many thoughts and emotions crashed upon him, his limbs began to tremble, scared of losing his one true love. Curious eyes watched him pull off his coat and shoes, drowning out the cheering for the other contestants.

“Fucking Potter,“ Draco spat, diving headfirst into the black waters, he’d rescue her, no matter what. His heart was pounding against his ribcage, Draco tried to calm himself down, knowing that it would take him a while to find his girlfriend. Glad for all those hours his parents made him take swimming lessons, diving for hours on end, looking for random objects underwater. 

His bright eyes found her unresponsive figure on the lakes ground, tears were welling up in his eyes, blurring his already limited vision. Draco wrapped his arms around her frame, with his last breath he pulled themselves up the water, gasping as he broke through the lakes surface. “Don’t touch her,“ he growled at Harry, placing (y/n) down on the wooden stand, desperately trying catch her (y/e/c) eyes staring at him. 

Draco shook her a few times, cradling her cold frame in his arms, a relived sigh made it past his lips as she began to cough up the water in her lungs. “Finally,” he breathed into her ear, wrapping his coat around her shivering limbs. He didn’t let Harry near him, silencing him with a simple “not now Potter” every time he tried to apologize to his sister. 

“Come on, let’s take a bath my love,“ Draco was still carrying her, glad to finally be back at the castle, walking up to the perfect’s bathroom, knowing that they’d find some peace up there. “Let me help you,“ he slowly unbuttoned her blouse, eyes focused on hers, drops of water were dripping down from her tips, her lips were slightly blue, (y/n) wouldn’t let go of his hands. 

Draco had to bite down the “I told you so”, that was about to spill from his lips, but her dilated pupils were enough to shut him up, enough to pull her against his chest, kissing her forehead over and over again. 

She was placed on his lap, front pushed against his, hands tangled in his hair, the warm water engulfed them, calmed their shivering limbs. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that,“ (y/m) mumbled against his neck, her heart felt heavy, she didn’t care about almost drowning, didn’t care that Harry forgot about her, only cared about the way Draco felt, the anxious feelings, that ran through his veins. 

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault my love,“ Draco grasped her neck, pulled her in for a kiss. „I’ve never been that scared. It made me realize, that I can’t be myself without you by my side, you’re my everything and I truly love you.” Draco confessed, chuckling at the smile, that tugged on her lips. 

“I love you too,“ she whispered, pushing her lips against his, dipping her tongue into his mouth, deepening the sensual gesture. Both were in their own little bubble of calmness, relishing in being that close to one another, set on making them feel as loved and appreciated as possible. 

Dracos hands found her wetness, he growled into her mouth, fingers dipping into her heat, spreading her open. “So pretty,“ (y/n) gasped at his praising, nails clawing into his shoulders. „Make love to me Draco,“ she moaned, desperate to wrap her walls around him. 

She sunk down on his hard length, he filled her in every right way, deliciously stretching her. “Draco,“ (y/n) cried out his name, his hands placed on her behind, stabilizing her movement. (Y/n) kept on gridding her core against his length, slowly bouncing on his member, engulfed by the hot water. 

Their pent up anxiety, frustration and love began to spill out of them, pushing them closer to the edge faster than ever. “I love you,“ both moaned at the same time, chuckling as their lips found one another. 

Draco thrusted his hips upwards, meeting her wetness, burying himself even deeper, stretching her even further, making her fall right into the crashing wave of her orgasm. “Fuck so good,“ Draco moaned, releasing himself into her heat, forehead pressed against hers, hands not letting go of her skin.

“I love you,“ Draco repeated, (y/n) ran her hands through his hair. „I love you too Draco Malfoy.“

#draco malfoy #Draco Malfoy imagine #Draco Malfoy smut #Draco Malfoy x reader #Draco Malfoy one shot #hogwarts #harry potter #Harry Potter imagine #harry potter smut #tom felton #slytherin #triwizard tournament

[samadiw]

Knickers - Part 06 - Knickerless 💦💣😘

A massive thank you to everyone who read this mini series, much love ❤

A very special thank you to @scdramione for reading through the chapters 🤗🤗

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Party Time.

T : "Looking sharp, Drake."

Draco raises a questioning brow.

D : "Was there ever a doubt?"

Theo frowns and shakes his head.

T : "I pity Granger for having to put up with your big fat head."

Draco shoves Theo, the tall man topples over.

D : "Fuck off, Nott, your lucky Lovegood thinks you have a sense of humour."

Theo gets to his feet and defends himself.

T : "I am hilarious."

Blaise rolls his eyes.

B : "In your dreams."

Theo turns to Draco and instructs.

T : "Give Granger the box of chocolates and rose."

Draco smiles in gratitude.

D : "Thanks, mate."

Theo rolls his eyes

T : "Yeah, whatever."

Both men laugh.

B : "Blimey, you really are changing. I've never seen you give anyone anything on Valentine's."

Draco winks.

D : "No time like the present to change old habits."

Theo clicks his fingers and quips.

T : "You're so fucking whipped."

Draco grabs the box and rose and looks at his friends.

D : "Fuck off, is this umm...alright?"

Theo smiles warmly.

T : "Look Blaise, our boy is growing up."

Blaise puts his arm around Theo and smirks at Draco.

D : "Yeah, mate, it's fine."

Hermione twirls in front of the mirror and blows herself a kiss.

She's happy with her choice of dress

It's a blue halter that hugs her curves and rests an inch above her knees.

It was daring and sexy but appropriate.

It requires no bra, the back full open, she pins her hair up into an elegant chignon bun and lets a few wild curls adorn her face.

There is a loud knock on the main door.

Hermione glances at the clock, Malfoy was certainly punctual.

Hermione slipped into the dangerously high heels and prayed to Merlin.

The last thing she wanted to do was fall flat on her arse.

She opens the door and stares at the tall man standing outside nervously, he looks paler than usual.

Draco straightens in what Hermione can only describe as a tailored crisp black suit and tie to match that hugs his body like a glove.

He smiles sheepishly and hands her a large single red rose and expensive box of chocolates.

D : "I hear it's the norm to give these."

Hermione continues staring at the imposing man before her and mumbles.

H : "Thank you, these are lovely."

Draco lets his eyes rove over Hermione.

He compliments without hesitation.

D : "You look....beautiful."

Good manners kick in and Hermione finally finds her voice.

H : "So do you."

Draco laughs.

D: "Ah, I would prefer devilishly handsome but yeah, thanks."

Hermione holds the door open for him to enter.

H : "I'm so sorry, please come in."

Draco steps into the living space and does a quick look around.

D : "Nice place."

Hermione places the box of chocolates and exquisite rose on the table and closes the gap between them.

Draco pulls her close and kisses her fervently.

Fuck, she looks and smells absolutely mind altering.

Draco rasps, his voice forceful and demanding.

D : "What colour are your knickers, Granger?"

Hermione bites Draco's bottom lip.

H : "What makes you think I'm wearing any?"

Holy fuck, blood rushes South and his cock springs to life.

Hermione makes a split second decision.

She takes Draco's hand and leads him into her room.

Draco swallows hard.

Was it go time?

Her room is decorated typically, a shelf full of books take up the wall space to the left, a study table and white cupboard take up the space to the right, a large Gryffindor banner hangs above the bed.

Ah, the bed.

Draco eyes it critically and decides its sturdy enough to withstand his pending actions.

He massages the bridge of his nose.

D : "Umm, as much as I'm going to regret saying the next fews words, but we don't have time to get sidetracked."

Hermione slips off her heels and glances over her bare shoulder.

H : "Fuck the party, Malfoy, I much rather have you."

Draco grins as Hermione releases the clasp that holds her dress together, it falls to the floor and she delicately steps out of it.

She's completely naked and standing before him. It prompts him to act.

Draco tosses his jacket onto the sofa in the corner and works on undoing the buttons on his shirt while closing the gap between them.

Draco pulls Hermione to him roughly and claims her lips hungrily.

D : "You taste sinfully sweet."

Hermione groans.

She pushes his shirt off his firm body and gently brushes her fingertips along his body, up his neck and into his hair.

Grabbing a fistful, she pulls on it.

Fuck...

Draco deepens the kiss, running his insistent tongue across her bottom lip, Hermione moans into his mouth.

Merlin, how he loves the sounds she makes.

It was her tongue that slips into his mouth first and pushes against his, with utter desperation they clung onto each other to satisfy their craving for each other's bodies.

He could feel her nervous rapid heartbeats as he moves his fingers to cup her face, he kisses her deeply, savouring the taste of peppermint.

The small fingers in his hair drop to caress his neck. Tearing himself away from her soft lips, his lips trail a path of fire along her neck.

Draco takes his time to taste Hermione, he sucks on her delicate flesh tantalizingly slowly.

It's no secret that he wanted to sleep with her since first seeing her knickers weeks ago but he was not about to rush it.

Hermione's fingers tremble, as she slowly traces them over Draco's toned body, his muscles rippling in response to her touch.

His body is firm and fit, she supposed it was because of his Quidditch training.

Draco trails kisses down Hermione's sensual body and takes a pebbled rosy nipple in his mouth.

Hermione throws her head back, pushing herself further into Draco and his delicious mouth.

He twirls his tongue around a nipple, feeling the hardened bud against his insistent tongue, before taking it fully in his mouth and sucking on it. Bolts of pleasured electricity shoot through Hermione and her hold on Draco tightens.

Running his tongue back up to her neck, he bites down on her ear lobe and sinks his teeth into her collarbone.

She urges, encourages and surrenders to him completely, it feels good to relinquish control.

Placing firm hands on the cheeks of her arse, Draco lifts Hermione, she wraps her legs around him tightly and holds onto his broad shoulders.

She feels his impressive erection press into her thigh. Draco carries Hermione to the bed and lays her down amidst simple cotton sheets.

The wanting, the need, the fucking tension, he felt since seeing her bloody knickers, grabs him by his very centre and pulls him to her.

It consumes him whole and there is no going back.

Draco growls into Hermione's ear.

D : "Are you sure?"

Hermione replies breathlessly, running her fingers down his back.

H "Yes, very."

Draco kisses her neck, savouring the sweetness so ardently offered. Her skin awakens to his touch, as he places airy kisses down her flat stomach.

Draco gently sucks on the side of her supple waist, leaving his mark. Hermione gasps, her toes curl into the bedding.

He feels her heat the closer he gets to her core.

His breathing hitches and Draco swallows hard as he sees the glistening wetness that he tongued a week ago in the prefects bathroom.

He can hardly resist, Draco runs his tongue slowly down her slit. Hermione's fingers tighten in his hair.

She watches him, he stares back without breaking eye contact.

His gaze shifts, as he moves his tongue expertly inside her pink folds, licking the delicate flesh and swirling his tongue around before sucking on her swollen bud.

Hermione cries out in pleasure but it's short lived, Draco withdraws his tongue and she lets out a pleading whimper.

H : "No, so close..."

Draco smiles against her smooth thigh. He runs his lips along the smooth heated skin of her inner thigh, placing airy kisses that make the skin under tingle and pulsate.

Turning his attention to the other, he relentlessly makes sure no area of her body went untouched.

He inserts a finger into her wetness, she does not expect that.

Her pussy clamps down on his digits and he starts to finger fuck her hard.

Fuck, she was dripping.

Hermione moans aloud at the intrusion but welcomes his fingers working inside of her, one finger becomes two as Draco continues his assault on her cunt.

His erection was getting unbearable, it strains against his trousers, Draco reluctantly gets to his feet.

Keeping his eyes fixed on Hermione, he sucks his fingers clean of her juices, pushes down his trousers and towers over her.

His cock stands at full mast eagerly awaiting it's reward.

A sudden jolt of excitement tears through him.

Hermione moves her arm above her head and gazes at Draco in anticipation.

Her eyes rove over him, they take in his arm muscles, the toned bodyline and his manhood. She spreads her thighs to make room for him.

Draco lowers himself between Hermione's legs and allows her to adjust to his weight.

His lips claim hers once again and her fingers draw patterns on his back and squeeze his firm arse cheeks.

Draco moves his head up to hers and locks eyes with her.

He grabs hold of his throbbing erection and rubs it against her wet entrance.

D : "Does that feel good, darling?"

H : "It feels so good."

Hermione mewls in want and moves her hips in anticipation.

Placing his throbbing erection at her core, Draco pushes in hard.

He wants to see her face when she took him in, he wants to see the intensity and by Merlin, she did not disappoint.

The pleasure was instantaneous, it rips through them, but she remains silent and he panics.

Fuck, did he do something wrong? Is she in pain?

He was used to praise, others were always quick to moan and compliment the second his cock entered their lady garden.

"You feel so good."

"So big, I love how you fill me up."

"I've wanted this for so long."

"Baby, fuck me harder."

But Granger remained silent and unresponsive.

It wasnt a lie that she felt beyond amazing, her cunt closed tightly around his cock and it felt so bloody good.

Draco almost lifts his head to look into Hermione's face when he feels her breath ghost the delicate skin of his ear.

H : "Draco....."

His name, she whispers it almost reverently and he needs nothing else, it meant more than every praise he had ever received.

He groans aloud, completely lost within her.

D : "Fuck Granger, you're so tight."

Hermione can hardly contain herself, she moans loudly, and her fingers dig into his back holding him close.

Draco moves with purpose, building up a beautiful rhythm as every painful inch of him is now buried deep within her.

He quickens the pace and pounds into her relentlessly. He loves how she thrusts into him and matches his movements.

Bending to take a rosy nipple in his mouth, Draco increases the speed while sucking on her aroused little nub.

Oh, she was close, very close. She was squirming at an alarming rate under him.

Her body was so receptive to his touch.

They were bathed in sweat and it dripped down his back and onto her body.

Draco holds Hermione close and thrusts into her mercilessly. The raw sound of flesh hitting flesh, echoes through the confinements of her small bedroom.

Draco was losing control fast, his desire accumulates, ready to spurt forth.

Fuck, she felt glorious.

Hermione whispers urgently.

H : "I'm going to come."

Her hold on him tightens, sharp painted nails dig into his arm and shoulder.

With a loud moan, she falls back against the pillow and her climax tears through her.

H : "Fuck..ahh...oh God, you feel...so damn right."

It has been so long since she experienced anything like this.

Her slick wetness drowns his cock and he slips but he's so hard it hardly matters.

Draco summons his wand and quickly casts a contraceptive charm over Hermione, the small golden orb disappears into her skin.

With one final, hard push, he sheaths his penis deep in her love canal and comes undone.

His release cripples him, and he smothers a deep growl into her mouth.

D : "I will never tire of fucking you, Hermione."

She holds him close to her body, never once letting go, her fingers trails up his back and into his hair.

He spills into her until he is completely and utterly spent. Completely exhausted, he collapses on top of her.

Draco slowly opens his eyes to meet Hermione's fiery brown orbs staring at him full of fire and passion.

Pieces of rogue hair fall onto her face, he brushes away the wild strands to look at her. Reluctantly, he withdraws and moves to the side, she moves closer to him nuzzling into his neck.

Her voice a whisper.

H : "That was..."

His chest heaving, he breathlessly finishes her sentence.

D : "Yeah, I can't find the right words either."

Draco holds on tightly and rasps.

D : "We aren't done, Granger."

Hermione grins mischievously and straddles the gorgeous wizard in her bed.

After he's taken her in every way possible, they cuddle and stare at the ceiling.

Her voice is hoarse from screaming his name, she traces the pinkish healed outline of his sectumsempra scar with the tip of her forefinger.

D : "I guess, I earned the right to fuck the great Miss Hermione Granger."

Hermione giggles

H : "It was the box of chocolates that did it."

Draco let's out a hearty chuckle.

D : "Remind me to thank Theo."

He looks at the large clock and turns to face the naked witch next to him.

D : "Do you think it's too late to head down?"

Hermione shakes her head.

H : "The party isn't over, I'm starving."

Draco pushes himself off the bed, reaches for his trousers and steps into them

Well, guess the deed was done.

Hermione stretches her deliciously sore muscles and gets up.

Draco clears his throat nervously.

D : "Granger, are you busy this weekend?"

Hermione looks around for her discarded dress and mutters.

H : "Not really."

Draco comes closer, cups Hermiones face and stares into her eyes.

D : "Let me take you out, we can go to Hogsmeade."

Hermione gasps mockingly.

H : "Do my ears deceive me? Did The Prince of Slytherin, arrogant pureblood who wished I died, just ask me out?"

Draco fists Hermione's hair and gives it a rough tug.

D : "I'm not that same person, Granger."

Hermione puts her arms around Draco's neck and kisses him passionately.

H : "I know, darling."

He returns her enthusiasm.

D : "How about we give this boyfriend, girlfriend thing a go? Would you be open to that?"

Hermione smiles lovingly.

H : "Yes, you prat, I'd be very open to that."

Draco kisses her knuckles.

D : "Good, that's settled then."

Hermione smirks.

H : "Took you long enough."

Draco sighs.

D : "I'm sorry, love, I'm not all that great with feelings and stuff."

Hermione cups Draco's chin and kisses him.

H : "I know your damaged."

D : "But you still want me."

H : "Go figure, maybe I'm just after a good shag."

Draco kisses the tip of Hermione's nose

D : "It was a bloody fantastic shag."

Draco smacks Hermione's arse and she squeals.

D : "Get ready before I take you to bed again."

The sheets are soiled with their love making.

H : "How can you possibly have the energy?"

Draco shrugs and grins devilishly.

D : "What can I say? The Dragon loves you, Granger."

#dramione #draco and hermione #draco x hermione #hermione granger #draco lucius malfoy #dramionefandom #dramionefanart #dramione smut #dramione fanfic

[dreamii-yume]

Yume-san, can you recommend me some nsfw twst's artists? From twitter or pixiv r okay (cough i'd be rlly happy if it's related to jack or scarabia bois cough)! I read the octavinelle bois from the pixiv link you put on an answered ask and boi it makes me even more t h i r s t y. Ushdhd i hope you understand what i said since english isn't my first language;;;

Just some note : Yume is a Pixiv simp and doesn’t really use Twitter so, she’s not familiar with any artists that are exclusive only to Twitter (＞人＜;)

I don’t guarantee that these recommendations are by your taste but I tried~! ♥︎ These are Yume’s own personal opinion!

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

びーまる - Pixiv | Twitter

Yume’s Favorite Work

• Yume’s personal hornii savior | They can make everyone and everything h o t

びた - Pixiv | Twitter

Yume’s Favorite Work 

• The DETAILS in their art is 👌 | I have never been this attracted to someone who can draw dicc this good.

ぽい - Pixiv | Twitter

Yume’s Favorite Work 

• You want Yandere Octavinelle? Mainly Azul? This artist just created one of my favorite doujin about it ♥︎ Bless them.

みりんぬ - Pixiv | Twitter

Yume’s Favorite Work 

• I LOVE their “Poor Prefect Series” (かわいそうな監督生シーリス) It holds the perfect combination between hornii and depression. Which is like, Yume’s favorite things y a y

ワタシ ツミ - Pixiv | Twitter

Yume’s Favorite Work 

• With a username that can LITERALLY be translated into 「I AM SIN」 Or 「I SIN」 cause they didn’t actually use any linking words) HOW CAN I IGNORE THIS LOL

/// - Pixiv

Yume’s Favorite Work

• yes, “///“ is really their Pixiv username | They create spicy yandere stories which are short, but full of spice from beginning to end.

アルモリ- Pixiv | Twitter

Yume’s Favorite Work

• They draw their own version of Prefect SO CUTE AAA- | They drew a short Vil doujin that I still can’t get over with, because of how genius it is aaa

ロジオネ🍭 - Pixiv | Twitter

Yume’s Favorite Work

• Riddle stans, where ya’ll at? Come get your food right here | THEY DO BE DRAWING SO GOOD THO WTF such a cute artstyle too~

いつき - Pixiv | Twitter

Yume’s Favorite Work

• ...That Jamil doujin made Yume blush...And THAT’S saying something.

ヨシタカ権蔵 - Pixiv | Twitter

Yume’s Favorite Work

• Aight, not gonna lie...Yume just happens to stumble upon this by accident lol but at that moment, I FCKIN fell in love. This is so spicy and sweet at the same time, the artstyle is cuter than Yume will ever be omg-

幾 - Pixiv | Twitter

Yume’s Favorite Work

• THAT ONE DOUJIN WITH IDIA DESTROYED ME AAAA- PLEASE I WANT MORE-

なんでよ - Pixiv | Twitter

Yume’s Favorite Work

• This is mainly Azul-focused artist and I honestly prefer their fluffii and sweet doujins but their spicy works are top tier too~♥︎

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

...Aand that’s all I can think of for now (U w U) Honestly, I know there’s like, tons more to suggest but these are the artist that really sticked to Yume’s heart ♥︎ Maybe I’ll come back in the future, carrying more hornii with me lol

If you have any other artist in mind, feel free to share them~! (๑>◡<๑) We’ll all accept each other’s hornii here!

By the way, I wrote this after doing my math assignment so, I basically have two brain cells left to function lol If there are any wrong or unresponsive links, kindly inform Yume so she can’t fix them! ( ´ ▽ ` ) Thanks a lot~

#Talk with Yume #twisted wonderland #yandere #yandere twisted wonderland

[irisandlily]

wrote a little something for my wangxian hogwarts au cause i love writing aus!!!!!!

POV: You’re Wen Qing, Chaser and Captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and have to put up with the Ravenclaw Seeker Wei Wuxian flirting with Hufflepuff Prefect Lan Wangji who he invited to watch Quidditch practice

For four years, Wen Qing has had to put up with Wei Wuxian’s constant flirting and teasing. 

No, not directed at herself, but at Lan Wangji, a fifth year Hufflepuff prefect. 

She recalls their second year at Hogwarts, with Wei Wuxian trailing after Lan Wangji whenever he could, trying to get his attention by teasing and bothering him, with Lan Wangji ignoring him as if he were a common fly.

In their third year, Wei Wuxian had angered Lan Wangji so much that the Hufflepuff nearly dueled him right then and there in the library. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on who’s recounting the story), a prefect had put a stop to it and marched the two to the Headmaster’s office. They were given detention, and their punishment was to help Madam Pince clean the library all of Saturday afternoon.

Wen Qing doesn’t know what happened that Saturday, no one does but from that day on, the two were constantly at one another’s side. When asked, Wei Wuxian boasted he had finally been able to befriend Lan Wangji, and when Lan Wangji was asked, he merely inclined his head in agreement or nodded in confirmation.

Wen Qing doesn’t care about what happened that day. What she does care about is the fact that Wei Wuxian has upped his antics in flirting with Lan Wangji this year, and she would just like to go one Quidditch practice, one Quidditch match without witnessing his constant attempts at wooing the Hufflepuff prefect.

“Wei Wuxian!” she barks from where she sits on her broom, close to the goalposts. “What are you doing!?”

Sitting on his broom, floating next to the stands, Wei Wuxian pauses in his conversation with Lan Wangji and has the fucking audacity to look her way and shoot her an innocent grin. “Wen Qing! Am I doing something wrong?”  

If Wen Qing were any closer and was holding the quaffle, she’d throw it at his broom and make him fall to the ground. Would he be injured? Yes, but it would make Wen Qing feel a lot better, and his injury wouldn’t be something Madam Pomfrey wouldn’t be able to fix quickly before Ravenclaw’s match against Slytherin.

“We’re supposed to be practicing.” she flies over to him and shoulders him with annoyance. “Leave Lan Wangji for a few minutes and focus!”

Wei Wuxian whines. “But Wen Qing! How can I focus when the great and noble Lan Wangji is watching me?” 

“If I am a distraction I will leave.” Lan Wangji says with a small frown.

“No no Lan Zhan you have to stay!” Wei Wuxian insists, “I can multitask!” Wen Qing is pretty sure what Wei Wuxian does can not constitute as multitasking, but she decides not to comment on that. “He can stay, right Captain?” 

She flicks his forehead with her fingers and fixes him with a stare. “Don’t call me captain whenever it’s convenient for you. He can stay, but if you don’t take this seriously you’re both being kicked out.”

“Got it Captain!” he gives her a thumbs up before flying away. Wen Qing turns to apologize to Lan Wangji but is immediately cut off when Wei Wuxian comes flying back in a flurry of speed, stopping himself inches away from barreling into Lan Wangji.

There is a moment of silence as the two boys stare at each other, their faces inches apart, and Wen Qing feels like she’s intruding on something. 

“Caught it!” Wei Wuxian’s face breaks into a smile, and he pulls away quickly, hand in the air as he waves around the golden snitch he caught that had been fluttering around next to Lan Wangji. 

Wen Qing can only stare. 

She glances at Lan Wangji, who is frozen where he sits, face entirely unresponsive except for his red ears, and she feels pity for the poor soul. But not that much pity because really, Wei Wuxian is not being subtle at all with his flirting.

“Guess that means practice is over huh Captain?” she notices the slight blush on Wei Wuxian’s face and rolls her eyes. She flies over to his side and deftly snatches the snitch from his hand, before throwing it as far as she can across the field. “Wha- Wen Qing!”

“We have another hour of practice left.” is all she says before flying over to the rest of the Ravenclaw team.

#wen qing #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #wangxian #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #my wangxian aus #lily's writing #lily's au #😬 at my tags #i like organizing stuff into tags but also like #it's a lot of tags #hogwarts au #harry potter

[cloudphillips]

Three: Act II

 Seungwan closed her eyes and allowed the darkness to consume her.

 But a terrifying roar echoed from the abyss.

 The rumblings of the deep shook the very foundations of the earth and caused the pit to rupture. Emerging from the great chasm, a large creature cloaked in the shadow of darkness extended its appendages and swam towards them like a predator stalking its prey. With haunting red eyes and a horrifying roar, the beast released a menacing cloud of black ink which coated the waters and enveloped Seungwan in a dark embrace.

For a moment, the Horntail shrieked in terror when those appendages latched onto her and preventing her escape. She squirmed and tried swipe her claws against the creature but it was no use. The dragon was caught in a great disadvantage for she was vulnerable in enemy territory. Her fire-breathing and flying abilities where no use when submerged in deep waters. A creature three times larger than her size was about to feast on her. She was no longer the mighty predator in this domain.

 Those tendrils of fear dragged the Horntail down to the abyss and forcefully subdued her to the darkness. The creature from the pit opened its mouth and revealed numerous sets of razor-sharp teeth, eager to devour its latest victim. Realizing that she was about to be consumed, the dragon emitted a loud piercing shriek before disappearing inside the creature's gaping maw and completely sealed her fate.

 Seungwan felt those giant tentacles wrap around her waist and tugged her closer until she was face to face with the creature that devoured the dragon. Those beady red eyes looked familiar for a reason though the Ravenclaw didn't quite know why. Gone was the darkness now and the waters didn't feel so stifling. Seungwan could clearly see the light as she was being pulled towards the surface. What was happening? Why was this creature helping her?

 Her life flashed before her eyes and she remembered that fateful day by the lake. How she was only aiming for extra credit in Care of Magical Creatures but gained something else instead. How she swam to the deepest waters in search of the Giant Squid and ended up befriending the creature. How that stinky black ink lodged onto her robes and left her smelling like fish for days. The Ravenclaw smiled at the memories.

 "Nessie?" She called out to the creature which she fondly named after the Lochness monster. The beast eagerly responded to her calls and gently nudged her awake with its large tentacles, keeping her from completely succumbing to sleep, but it was no use. The blonde had been submerged in the deep for too long and the oxygen in her lungs were already depleted. She was tired, so very tired. Her limbs had gone numb and her body has entirely given up. She could no longer remain awake.

 With the last remnants of her consciousness drifting away, Seungwan closed her eyes and surrendered to the darkness.

 ***

 Joohyun felt her heart skip a beat when she saw Seungwan lying unconscious on the bank of the lake.

 The ground was stained with the scarlet liquid of her blood and her skin adopted a pale shade of white as her battered body clutched the golden egg as if her life depended on it.

 "Wan?" A helpless whisper escaped from her lips when dread settled on the pit of her stomach. Her blood ran cold and it seemed like she'd been dumped with a bucket of ice with how she stood rigid in place, quite in disbelief at the sight before her. No, no, no. Seungwan was not dead. She couldn't be. She was just laughing and joking around just a few hours ago. They even hugged in the tent. It was impossible.

 Joohyun took a step but her feet suddenly turned jelly and she stumbled on the ground. Her limbs somehow lost their strength and just completely gave up. Was she too late? Did the omen of death finally claimed its victim? "Seungwan?" The Slytherin had no choice but to crawl towards where the Ravenclaw had fallen. Her knees and palms were grazed with cuts and bruises but the pain was far from her worries for now. Tendrils of fear latched onto her heart with each passing moment the blonde remained unresponsive.

 When the Prefect reached the Ravenclaw, her hands touched ice and the dread that churned in her stomach increased tenfold. "Wan? Wake up." Joohyun croaked when she gently cradled the blonde's unconscious body in her arms as if she was made of broken glass. Seungwan felt deathly still and there were droplets of rain that cascaded down pale cheeks. It took a moment for Joohyun to realize that it wasn't rain but her tears staining the skin that had lost its warmth.

 "Please wake up." She begged desperately when her trembling fingers caressed cold lips.

 For a terrifying moment, Joohyun wondered if Seungwan was slowly slipping away to a place where she can't follow but she shook those negative thoughts away and muttered a series of enchantments. "Vulnera Sanentur!" Every healing spell, both common and uncommon, she casted for she wasn't letting Ravenclaw go without giving a fight. She'd gladly battle the hands of death if it meant getting Seungwan back.

 The healing spells only stopped the bleeding but was unsuccessful in reviving the blonde. Helplessness gripped her heart and Joohyun resorted to drastic measures. She roughly shook Seungwan awake and pounded her chest. "Wake up you idiot! Don't you dare die on me!" The Slytherin was fully crying now. Warm tears clouded her vision as she tried to revive the fallen girl in her arms but her efforts were futile. The Ravenclaw still remained unresponsive.

 "I can't do this without you."

 Silence.

 The only response Joohyun got was the clashing of the water against rocks.

 "Come back to me."

 A beat.

 "Please."

 As if on cue, Seungwan stirred into consciousness and Joohyun had never felt so relieved seeing those warm brown eyes glinting with life again. The Ravenclaw heaved hacking coughs to expel the water lodged into her nose and the Slytherin gently patted her back to ease the transition of her recovery. She coughed until her lungs burned and the metallic taste of blood was all that's left in her mouth.

 Once the blonde could now properly breathe the fresh air, she fell limp in Joohyun's waiting arms and sought out the warmth her friend offered. "Hyun?" Her voice sounded hoarse and her hands wouldn't stop trembling from the cold but nothing could dampen her spirits, not even her near death experience, upon knowing the fact that the Slytherin kept her promise and watched the match. She was rendered quite in disbelief. "You're here."

 "Of course I'm here. You asked me to." Joohyun choked back a sob and removed her cloak in order to wrap them around the Ravenclaw. The biting wind poked freezing shards of ice to her skin but Joohyun didn't mind being cold as long as Seungwan was warm. Gently tucking away strands of blonde locks, the Slytherin looked deeply into her eyes. The radiant eyes she had grown to love. She lost count of the times she drowned in those lovely pools of brown. "You're an idiot for pulling that stunt."

 Seungwan merely shrugged and fought the exhaustion lingering in her body. All her energy was spent and she wanted nothing more than to sleep and hibernate for centuries. "Gotta give the audience a show."

 They stayed like that for a while, with the Ravenclaw taking refuge in the safety of Joohyun's arms and the Slytherin holding Seungwan tight in a protective embrace. They stayed like that until only the sound of their heartbeat pounded against their ears. They stayed like that until the booming noise of the trumpets and riotous cheers could be heard from the distance which signalled the end of the tournament. Word must've reached the Headmaster that the Hogwarts' champion survived the first task.

 "Joohyun?" Seungwan yawned and tried to keep the drowsiness at bay.

 "Yeah?" Joohyun gazed fondly at the girl in her arms as a soft smile settled on her lips. It's amazing how the Ravenclaw had the ability to look adorable at times like these. Her fingers brushed wet blonde locks and she suddenly remembered that day in the Room of Requirement. They were sprawled on the floor talking about everything and nothing at once. The Slytherin would give everything just to spend another moment like that with Seungwan.

 With her body completely surrendering to the power of exhaustion, the Ravenclaw drifted to sleep but not before uttering the words.

 "Why is it that nothing else matters when I'm in your arms?"

 ***

 Rosé fell to her bed like a heavy sack of potatoes. The tournament ended just a few hours ago and she had been completely and utterly jaded. She wasn't fortunate enough to escape the press and got cornered into an interview by Rita Skeeter, congratulating her for completing the first task and asking her invasive questions that sought to spill interesting facts about her private life. She maintained a sense of professionalism and breezed through the ambush interview with her dignity still intact.

 Now, if only she could get a proper rest. That battle with the dragon left her completely exhausted. It's like she'd been asked to sing nonstop while performing gymnastics. Her entire body was seconds away from giving up and turning into jelly. Every inch of her muscles were sore and she could hardly move her limbs. Even breathing became a difficult endeavor. She closed her eyes and released a heavy sigh. That was one heck of an experience. A memory that she would surely carry for the rest of her life.

 "Hey Chaeng." Jennie, her best friend and fellow Beauxbatons student, barged into their shared room only to be greeted at the sight of Rosé, all battered and bruised, still wearing her tournament robes, lying helplessly on the bed and staining the sheets with soot and blood. "Uhmmm... congrats on getting first place."

 "Thanks Jen." Rosé's voice was muffled against the pillow that covered her face. She lazily held a thumbs up and went back to cocooning herself with blankets.

 "You're welcome." Jennie gingerly approached the blonde and tentatively poked her as if she was afraid that her best friend would break out with hives at any second. "It's no surprise that you got first place. Everyone was literally rooting for you." Under normal circumstances, she'd be bothered with the dirt tainting their immaculate room considering how much of a neat-freak she was, but Rosé just destroyed a dragon and came out triumphant, a feat rarely achieved by anyone in their age, so she decided to cut her roommate some slack. The blonde was still probably recovering from the post-battle haze. "Except for that tall Slytherin who had the audacity to sit within our group and spent the whole time bashing you while you were busy fighting that dragon."

 That seemed to attract Rosé's attention and she immediately bolted upright and promptly alarmed Jennie. A decision she deeply regretted when her muscles started aching in protest. "Really?" She got the hunch that she knew who her friend was referring to.

 "Yes really. She even held a placard that said Rosé sucks! Down with the bloody Blondie." Jennie crossed her arms and frowned. She didn't appreciate it when her friends were being harassed, especially when it came to Rosé. The blonde was all sunshine and sweets and deserved only goodness in life. "The nerve of some people!"

 "Yeah." They both lapsed into a comfortable silence. Rosé was gazing into the distance when a brilliant thought occurred to her and she eagerly asked her friend. "Hey Jen. Your mother works for the Ministry of Magic right?"

 Jennie was confused. She had no idea where this conversation was heading. "Yes. She's the junior assistant to the Head of the Ministry." She lounged on a chair and grabbed a box of chocolates given to her by one of her admirers. Eagerly selecting the vanilla one filled with almonds, she popped it inside her mouth and happily chewed. "Why?"

 "Can I meet her? I need to ask if the Ministry has an employee that goes with the surname of Park." Rosé tried to act nonchalant and casually accepted the chocolates her friend offered as if she wasn't brewing a sinister plan in her mind.

 "You don't need to. There's only one Park that works for the Ministry." Completely oblivious to her friend's intentions, Jennie decided to share the information she possessed without fear of the repercussions. "It's Park Soojin. A famous auror that's stationed in Azkaban as of the moment. I know because she used to give me treats when I was a kid." The Beauxbatons girl daintily wiped the stain on her well-manicured nails and drank some water to flush away the lingering sweetness in her mouth. "She had a daughter but we never got the chance to meet. I think her child currently studies here in Hogwarts."

 Rosé couldn't believe her luck. If Jennie's claims were true, then this Park Soojin would be none other than Sooyoung's mother. Of course, her theory was a little far-fetched but it wouldn't hurt to do a little research and justify her claims. The universe completely favored her now. All that's left was to find out the truth. If she manages to pull this off, she'd be exacting her revenge and getting even with that blasted Slytherin.

 A subtle smile graced her lips as she stared at the chocolate in her palm.

 Victory had never tasted so sweet.

 ***

 The pounding ache in her head the soreness of her body were the first things Seungwan felt when she slowly stirred from her deep slumber.

 The Ravenclaw was bombarded with the sterile scent of disinfectant and the soft caress of satin sheets. Groaning in pain, she tried to sit up and close the blinds because the sun's blinding light only served to intensify the ache but the heaviness on her arm prevented her from moving. Blinking the drowsiness from her eyes, she realized that the very reason she couldn't move was in fact, Joohyun. The Slytherin was resting on the side of the bed, hair tussled and robes in complete disarray, with their fingers intertwined in a lasting hold.

 Joohyun?

 Joohyun was here?

 A gentle smile settled on her lips when she lifted her uninjured hand and ran her fingers through those smooth raven locks of hair. The sun casted a beam of light that softly caressed Joohyun's features and basked her in an warm glow. There was a tinge of pink hue dusting her cheeks. Her elegant brows were furrowed as her lips formed into a cute pout. The Slytherin must be having a weird dream. Nonetheless, she still looked adorable.

 For a moment, Seungwan found herself unable to look away. There was something that swelled in her chest. An emotion she couldn't quite name except that it was akin to joy and besotted admiration. Her thoughts ran wild until all that's left were images of silky black hair, intense brown eyes, cold features, luscious lips and pale skin. What was happening to her? Get a grip Seungwan! It's just Joohyun. Why did her best friend have so much effect on her?

 What's this fluttering feeling inside her heart?

 "Oh good. You're awake." Her thoughts were momentarily interrupted when Madam Pomfrey came to check on her condition, carrying a tray filled with medicinal potions and clean bandages. "You gave everyone quite the scare, falling off the lake like that. Miss Bae here--" The Matron nodded towards the sleeping girl before carefully placing the materials on the bedside table. "--never left your side for three days."

 Seungwan gasped in shock as her eyes bulged out. "Three days?! I was out for three days?!" Maybe she shouldn't really be surprised that she was unconscious for 72 hours and shifted her attention on the real problem. Her gaze landed on the resting Slytherin, voice turning mellow with a hint of awe and concern "And she never left?" Joohyun was outrageous for neglecting her duties and never leaving her side but the blonde appreciated it nonetheless. The fluttering feeling in her heart only intensified.

 "Quite right. I tried to convince Miss Bae to eat and rest but she remained adamant to stay by your side until you've woken." Madam Pomfrey opened the blinds to allow more light in and preoccupied herself with carefully stacking the potions and bandages in a neat order. "You have such devoted friends Seungwan."

 The Ravenclaw could only stare at her best friend as she whispered her agreement. She didn't bother hiding the admiration she felt for the Slytherin. "She's amazing, isn't she?"

 Frowning at the growing noise in the room, Joohyun slowly stirred but then she felt gentle fingers playing with her hair. Her body went rigid at the unwanted touch and prepared to launch a devastating curse on the person who intruded her privacy when the remnants of sleep gradually left and her vision cleared. "Seungwan?" Confusion was evident in her voice. She blinked once, twice, as her brain tried to process this information.

 "Hey Hyun." The Ravenclaw greeted her with a bright smile and warmth shimmering in her brown eyes. Her cheerful disposition was back in full force as if she wasn't near the brink of death just a few days ago. Seungwan was awake. She was awake after being unsconscious for a long time. She was alive and most importantly, she was here.

 "You're awake." Joohyun didn't bother hiding the relief in her voice. She was glad, so very glad to see Seungwan recovering well. All the anxiety and worry she agonized over during those three dreadful days were gone in an instant. She had the urge to engulf the blonde with a warm hug but then she remembered that they still had an audience. The Slytherin Prefect turned to the Hogwarts' Matron and expressed her gratitude for taking care of the Ravenclaw. "Thank you for keeping my friend alive Madam Pomfrey."

 "Nonsense! All I did was regrow her bones back. You did most of the work, patiently feeding her and changing the bandages." Madam Pomfrey merely waved her words away, acting as if it wasn't a big deal, but deep inside, she was very pleased at the show of appreciation. She turned to Seungwan and revealed a rather interesting information. "Did you know that if it weren't for Joohyun's quick thinking, you'd be another ghost right now?"

 "Why?" Seungwan got curious when she glanced at her friend, who suddenly appeared bashful and took an interest drawing lazy circles on their intertwined hands. "Tell me."

 "You were freezing and bleeding to death when Joohyun found you by the lake. She casted a rather advanced healing spell and managed to save you in time." The Matron addressed the Prefect with fondness glittering in her eyes as if she'd taken delight in discovering Joohyun's knack for healing. "If you're considering about the prospect of being a Mediwitch, my offer still stands."

 Seungwan felt her jaw slacken in surprise. Her friend was given an offer by Madam Pomfrey? Holy hell. The Slytherin must've impressed the Hogwarts' Matron so much to be given this rare chance. Joohyun clearly knew a lot about magic than she was letting on.

 Before the Prefect could respond, another ailing student at the far end of the infirmary wailed in agony at the injuries he was suffering, which demanded the prompt attention of Madam Promfrey. The Matron shook her head before turning to the Slytherin. "Joohyun. Be a dear and change Seungwan's bandages for me, will you? I still have to attend to that Hufflepuff who accidentally consumed a firecracker." With that, she left the girls to their own devices and hurried over the sobbing boy.

 However, there was a certain piece of information that bothered Seungwan to a great degree.

 How the heck do you accidentally consume a firecracker?

 ***

 "Can everybody please calm down?!"

 Yerim yelled at the massive crowd that formed before her, shoving away some hardheaded Slytherins that dared enter her personal space, and brandished her wand as threat. It would be convenient to cast Muffliato right about now so everybody would shut the hell up and give her some breathing room. Man! These guys have gone nuts

 "Y'all will be getting your money so fucking wait your turn!"

 The tournament ended three days ago and she was caught trapped in the Courtyard with the throngs of people who wanted to cash in their bets. Seungwan didn't win first place of course since that Beauxbatons champion finished the challenge earlier than the rest, which was unfortunate since she had high hopes for her friend. Even the statistical odds went in her favor. Too bad she only got second.

 "Park Bogum got third place. I don't understand the reason why I should give you the reward just because he smiled at you during the tournament you delusional freak!"

 Now, Yerim was caught in the middle of the storm, trying to appease the gamblers who were infuriated at the Hogwarts champion for failing to take the win while handing out some hard-earned money to those people who favored Rosé. Everything was a mess. The crowds were unrelenting. All of them were eager to get their money. The Gryffindor was starting to regret her decision of creating a betting pool.

 "Touch me again and I swear I'll punch you Muggle-style!"

 Some idiot tried to steal a few galleons from her coffers but her perceptive eyes were quick enough to catch and prevent the attempt. Thankfully, she was feeling merciful today and allowed the thief to go with a warning. Her customers were growing in number and Yerim needed to keep up with the fast pace so that she wouldn't get overwhelmed. It's amazing how civilized people turn into rabid dogs when money is presented before them.

 After a few hours of hustling with arrogant students and handing out galleons, the Gryffindor decided that she had enough. Her quota has been filled for today and she didn't have time for useless social interaction so she announced in a booming voice. "Alright! Yerim's Gambling Pool is now officially closed for business" Some students groaned in frustration at her announcement. "You can cash in your bets tomorrow! Thank you and have good day."

 The crowds started to disperse and the Gryffindor preoccupied herself by gathering her stuff that had fallen to the ground and tucked them inside her trusty luggage. Yerim was about to count her daily earnings when a bunch of Ravenclaw misfits approached her and became hostile all of a sudden.

 "You fraud! You think we didn't notice you cheating and manipulating that betting pool?" The Ravenclaw boy roughly shoved her by the arm and caused her to stumble and drop her things on the ground. His lackeys laughed as their leader continued their assault on the Gryffindor. "If it weren't for your manipulation, Park Bogum would've won the tournament!"

 Okay. What's with people declaring their undying love for Park Bogum nowadays?

 Yerim was scandalized. How dare this gremlin accuse her if cheating? The gambling pool was set fair and square. There had been lots of times she was tempted to rig the bets but she didn't because she was an honest and hard-working Gryffindor who would never commit such an atrocious act.

 Pshh!

 Yeah right.

 Shut up brain! Yerim scolded her traitorous mind and closed her eyes to try and reign her anger. Breathe. Just breathe. This gargoyle is just jealous because he lost the bet. Releasing a shaky exhale, the younger girl forced herself to smile and settle this dispute. "Look guys. There has been no manipulation done. It's been set accordingly."

 "We don't believe you, filthy little mudblood." The Ravenclaw's circled around her like predators stalking their prey. Under normal circumstances, the Gryffindor would've found offense at the insult but right now she was too busy trying not to panic. It was three against one and no amount of magic would save her ass if those boys decided to attack her so she tried to appear less threatening by raising her hands in the air and adopting a calm demeanor.

 Her vigilant eyes were already scanning the surroundings for a quick escape. "Hey hey. Take it easy pal." She tried to conceal the anxiety in her voice when the enemies slowly advanced. Now would definitely be a great time for one of her friends to appear and rescue her pathetic ass.

 Yerim wondered for the first time that day how she manages to get herself tangled in these situations. The Gryffindor girl was too preoccupied with her thoughts that she failed to notice the leader brandishing his wand and muttering the incantation. "Stupify!"

 It was too late for her to avoid the spell and now she suddenly felt weightless as she thrown across the Courtyard in full velocity. Her shoulder roughly hit one of the marbled pillars and she groaned when she felt the joints pop. Yerim lay helpless on the ground when those bastards stole her hard-earned galleons and took off without even looking back.

 "Fuck you!" One day, she's gonna hunt down those assholes and make them pay. One day, she's gonna bask in the joy of dancing upon the dead body of her enemies but for now, she has more pressing matters to attend to. She needed to visit the infirmary and get this dislocated shoulder of hers treated.

 Man! She was pathetic. Getting herself injured like this. Weak!

 Psyching herself up for the arduous task that needed to be done, she gritted her teeth and tried to sit up. She wasn't expecting the searing pain on her shoulder to intensify nor did she expect her muscles to ache in protest. It seemed like her own body was betraying her, screaming at her to lie down and suffer the consequences in peace, but no, the Gryffindor was too stubborn to even listen to her own physiologic demands.

 Nope, she will not be hindered by the weakness of the flesh!

 Not today Satan!

 "Argh shit!" Yerim successfully sat up and leaned on the wall for support. Okay, that endeavor seemed a little more difficult than she thought it would be but somehow, she managed to achieve her goal nonetheless. Momentarily closing her eyes and taking a breather, the Gryffindor internally grumbled. Never again! Never again will she involve herself with hardships. She vows to have absolutely nothing to do with them.

 If only she lived in a world where trials didn't exist.

 "Are you okay?"

 Her eyes fluttered open and she was greeted by the most beautiful sight ever.

 Woah.

 An angelic-looking girl sporting luscious raven locks, knelt on the ground before and stared with those fathomless brown eyes that the Gryffindor girl found herself drowning in. Judging by the baby blue robes the stranger wore, she was probably one of those Beauxbatons gals, looking all attractively pretty and exuding an elegant aura that greatly contrasted the ragtag appearance of Hogwarts students nor the roguish demeanor of the people from Durmstrang. Her gaze landed on Yerim's injured shoulder and frowned before she retrieved her wand and muttered a spell. "Ferula."

 Instantly, splints and bandages magically appeared out of thin air. The Gryffindor watched in fascination as the clean cloth bound itself around the injury and cushioned it to prevent further movement. The pain receded to a dull throb which was absolutely amazing. Beauxbatons girl smiled in satisfaction at the job well done.

 Yerim had difficulty swallowing the lump in her throat as her mind scrambled to find whatever sanity she had left. Her tongue felt like lead and her mouth wouldn't cooperate. Never in her life did she expect to be rendered absolutely speechless. Stop staring at her like a dumb freak you idiot! Say something! Anything! The Gryffindor blinked once, then twice, before forcing herself to speak.

 "I'm Kim Yerim."

 The stranger merely smiled and Yerim thought she saw the light of heaven within those lips. Okay. She must've hit her head and really needs to calm down. "Yes, I know."

 She did?

 "You've been only causing mischief and making my uncle's life miserable for, like, five years." There was a knowing glint in her eyes when she studied the Gryffindor girl as if she was a weird piece of specimen. "You're his hated heathen."

 Wait what?

 "Your uncle?" The troublemaker only spoke in short sentences since she still hasn't recovered the ability of initiating social conversations. It was hard to think properly when those mesmerizing eyes were staring intensely.

 "Argus Filch." Beauxbatons girl merely smirked in amusement when she witnessed Yerim gasp in shock. She gingerly grabbed the Gryffindor girl and helped her to her feet before checking to make sure that she was completely healed. Once she was done with her inspection, she dusted off the dirt on her robes before introducing herself. "I'm Saeron by the way."

 Yerim was still reeling from the sudden revelation as her mind tried to process the information. Fucking hell! That grumpy old caretaker had an angel for a niece? This was just not acceptable. The universe must be making a fool out of her. Yep, that's right. That was the only plausible explanation for this madness.

 "This must be yours." Saeron grabbed the wooden wand that fell to the ground and handed it over the other girl. Yerim wordlessly took it and for a moment, their fingers brushed against each other. That featherlight touch sent tendrils of fire that coursed through her body and effectively rendered her ablaze. Her thoughts now flashed with raven hair, soft eyes and stunning smile. Whatever sanity she had left was now completely gone.

 The Gryffindor stood rooted in place as she helplessly watched Saeron leave and walk away. Her fingers still burning after that unexpected touch. She could only blink her eyes and hopelessly sigh, still dazed after that life-changing encounter.

 Saeron huh?

 What a beautiful angel.

 ***

 "Would you please stop moving?"

 Joohyun forced herself not to glare as she focused on the task of cleaning wounds before they festered. She tried to be gentle, she really did, but a certain blonde was making things difficult for her. Sighing in exasperation, she wrung the cloth and dipped it in a bowl filled with disinfectant.

 "Sorry." Seungwan muttered an apology before she hissed in pain when the Slytherin unexpectedly dabbed the cloth on the gash on her forehead. The sting from the wound came full force and she didn't have time to prepare herself. "Blimey Joohyun that hurt!" She was fully sitting on the bed with her back resting against the wall. The Slytherin settled beside her and patiently tended to her injuries. "What's in that thing?!"

 "Ethyl alcohol." Was Joohyun's simple response before she delicately wiped the small cut on the blonde's cheek. Seungwan sucked in a deep breath when the cloth touched her face. Upon impulse, she quickly turned away and managed to avoid that blasted disinfectant.

 "Seungwan." The Prefect rolled her eyes and sighed like how a mother does to their misbehaving child. "This would be a lot easier if you'd just stop squirming." Joohyun was getting frustrated, the Ravenclaw could tell. After all, she'd spent the past few hours cleansing her wounds and changing the bandages on her fractured arm. They could've finished with this business earlier but due to Seungwan's facial sensitivity and low pain tolerance, the process lasted longer than it should be.

 "I swear to God! If you don't stop squirming, I'll personally curse the living daylights out of you." The infamous glare made a comeback and its intensity was directed towards the blonde. Come to think of it, the Slytherin looked fatally attractive when she was infuriated. Huh. Seungwan found herself fascinated by Joohyun. She possessed such a lovely pair brown eyes. Both innocent yet dangerous at the same time.

 "Okay okay! Geez! Calm yourself woman!"

 The Ravenclaw donned a cheeky grin and leaned closer towards the Slytherin. Her actions were quite unexpected and Joohyun momentarily lost her speech when she was suddenly face to face with Seungwan. At this close proximity, she could clearly map out the stars in those warm eyes and trace the subtle indent on those dimpled cheek. Breathe Joohyun. Just breathe. Don't mind the scent of jasmine that seemed to permeate from Seungwan.

 Be still, my beating heart.

 "I am entirely at your disposal." Ever the greasy idiot, the blonde sent her a flirty wink before closing her eyes and indulgently behaved like a child. She will never know. She will never really know that even her simplest gesture causes a whirlwind of chaos and sets destruction in every path.

 The Slytherin could on stop and stare. It's unfair really. How the Ravenclaw always manages to act like her actions doesn't affect her. How the blonde has complete mastery over her soul and has the ability to break the Joohyun's heart anytime. How, despite all this, Seungwan never fully sees her.

 And Joohyun wonders for the first time that day, if love was truly meant to be this way.

 "Why are you like this?"

 The blonde fluttered her eyes open as greeted by the sight of Joohyun staring back at her, looking positively defeated. Her shoulders were slumped and those deep pools of brown orbs glimmered with exhaustion. Seungwan suddenly felt alarmed with this rare display of vulnerability from her friend. "What do you mean?"

 "Why do you act like everything's fine and dandy? You nearly died Seungwan." Joohyun shivered at the memory of the unresponsive Ravenclaw. The soiled ground stained with the scarlet liquid of her blood. A reminder of pale cheeks and cold lips. "I held you in my arms, calling out your name and begging you to stay yet you remained lifeless. I thought-- I thought-" The Slytherin cleared her throat and looked away for she was unable to finish the sentence.

 She can't.

 She wouldn't.

 She had to.

 "I thought I was too late."

 Tears started to cloud her vision and she fought hard to keep them at bay. Joohyun feared that if she let them fall, she'd never regain whatever control she had left. The image of a lifeless Seungwan scarred her more than she was willing to admit. That day in the lake was a nightmare she'll remember for the rest of her life.

 "Hey Joohyun. It's okay." Seungwan quickly gathered the weeping girl into her arms and whispered words of comfort into her ear. She knew how the great burden Joohyun had to carry. After all, she suffered the unfortunate fate of having her best friend almost die in her arms. So the Ravenclaw tried to share the load, hoping that she could somehow alleviate the pain the Slytherin was undergoing. "You saved me. Everything's going to be okay now."

 "If I didn't arrive in time, you could've died and I--" Joohyun buried herself on the blonde's neck and sought comfort in her arms. She inhaled that familiar scent of jasmine and held onto Seungwan with no intention of letting go. The Slytherin grounded herself with the warmth she provided and convinced herself that Seungwan was here. She was alive and felt real. "--I wouldn't know what to do."

 "I'm truly sorry for doing that to you." Seungwan apologized for unintentionally hurting her friend. Joohyun didn't deserve all that. Her heart was in the right place yet fate just keeps on adding to her burden. Vowing never to be the cause of the Slytherin's pain again, the Ravenclaw ran her fingers through silky raven hair and whispered an oath to her ear. "I pledge to take care of myself and always stay by your side."

 Seungwan pulled away from their embrace and took her hand. Her actions were kinda childish but she didn't care. All she cared about was Joohyun. The Slytherin could only watch as the Ravenclaw sealed their pinkies in an everlasting promise.

 "You will never be alone anymore."

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Upon request, here is a rec list of A/B/O bottom Louis fics where Louis is an unconventional omega, often because he’s sassier or less quiet and submissive than traditional omegas. Happy reading!

1) Precious Little Diamond (I’ll Give It All To You) | Explicit | 2044 words

Alpha!Harry/omega!Louis PWP.

2) Night Out | Mature | 9741 words | Sequel

Symphony hall was the first place Louis had felt at home in this city, and he always had the box to himself. Until tonight.

3) Enjoy The Ride | Not Rated | 11103 words

The one where Louis, an omega more than tired of being treated as lesser than alphas, is forced on a road trip by his beta besties only to meet Harry who might just be the alpha he never knew he wanted.

4) Overwhelming | Explicit | 13261 words

Louis is an omega attending university to get his degree and most definitely not waste his time with unimportant things such as finding a mate. Harry is the alpha who manages to unwittingly mess up that plan.

5) As Deep As The Sky | Explicit | 12265 words

A passed-out omega on the bathroom floor isn’t exactly what Harry had in mind when he thought about taking a cute boy home. The idea of leaving Louis there, vulnerable and unresponsive, weighs guiltily at Harry’s conscience. Turns out it’s the best decision he’ll ever make.

6) I Didn’t Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) | Explicit | 15388 words

These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course.

Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. He’s really got to stop laughing with him–and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and…

7) Love Like Wildfire | Explicit | 21774 words

Louis was an Omega and a Prefect. Harry was an Alpha and a little rascal. They were mates, drawn to each other since they first met in the Hogwarts Express. They worked well like that, or at least they tried, which only made their relationship way more interesting.

8) Who Would’ve Thought | Explicit | 44275 words | Companion fic

The idea doesn’t come to Louis until they’ve been at the bungalow for a couple of days. Harry has no idea that he’s going to pop a knot. He’s been living his life with the expectation that he’s going to be a beta, and Louis isn’t going to tell him otherwise.

Louis is an omega, though, and most omegas want to be filled up with a knot, fucked the way their bodies are made to be fucked, and Louis is no different. In ten years he wants to have an alpha waiting for him at home who will hold him down and fuck him exactly the way Louis wants to be fucked without worrying that they’re going to expect him to stay at home, open a joint bank account, raise a litter of babies, cook and clean and, most importantly, be submissive. For that to happen Louis needs an entirely different kind of alpha.

And so the plan is born.

9) King and Lionheart | Mature | 46130 words

Louis can’t remember a time when he didn’t hate being an omega. But maybe he just needed Harry to come along and make him his.

10) I Want You So Much (But I Hate Your Guts) | Mature | 83648 words

AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. He is determined to make it big in the football world, though, and he can’t do that bound to an Omega team. With the help of a faked doctor’s certificate and some pretty strong suppressants he is ready to fight for his dream.

That Harry Styles (Alpha, second year and youngest football captain of the A-B team in ages) doesn’t seem to like him complicates matters, though.

11) Swim in the Smoke | Explicit | 101778 words

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

12) Only You Can Be My Alpha | Mature | 155257 words

The one where Louis is banished from his tribe, and lands himself in Harry’s instead. The alluring Pack Alpha makes Louis question his nature and he doesn’t know how he feels about that. But you can’t fight destiny.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#bottom louis #top harry #larry #a/b/o #fic recs #blp #blp fic recs

[boulbilehibot]

Hard night.

( I apologize in advance, english is not my maternal language( sorry for the conjugation and awkward vocabulary!) , and it's my first... Fanfic?But I wanted to participate! :D hope some of you will enjoy!)

It was already pretty late that night. They had just return to Hogwarts after the summer cut. The marauders had gone to bed. Belly full. Exited to begin their new year.

A sound of thunder wake up Remus.

In the shining light of the moon, he could see that Sirius was out of is bed. Curtains open, leaving a view on his empty, and messy bed.

Remus knows that is friend was having hard time at home. And when they return to school, he need a time to adapt and retrieve his habitual joy.

He also know that Sirius is probably out with James's cloak.

- "I Sollemny sware that i'm up to no good" Remus whisper, with tired eyes ,over the parchment.

-"He's here... What the hell is he doing in the park?...

Remus put on his shoes and a coat and leave the room quietly.

Sirius doesn't move on the map, yet he doesn't see him as he arrive to is level.

Remus try to put his own name on top of Sirius's one on the map.

He's almost on it when he see an hand llying on the grass.

Carefully, he move his hand forward, and remove the tissue from Sirius body.

-"Fuck! "

He take less than a second to kneel by is friend, but it feels like an eternity where he notices:

Sirius eyes are closed and he got trails of his dried tears on his cheeks,

Who are thinner than usual and he can see from is shirt raised to is ribs that he's best friend is only flesh and bones;

Sirius lips are white/blue and his face, pale as paper;

Their is bruises on is chest, torso, back, arms;

But he is breathing... And shivering.

His breathing is fast and shallow.

... Why the fuck didn't he noticed any of this sooner?!

- "Hey, hey, hey, I got you buddy... "He whisper with a deep and wet voice as he carefully take the top of Sirius in is arms.

With one hand, Remus shake gently Sirius's cheek then shoulder.

-"Padfoot.... Pads... C'mon wake up... Sirius?!" He finish, his voice raising with his panic, seeing Sirius unresponsive.

-"Re... Hi." Expired Sirius With irritated voice. Eyes slowly blinking, befor weakly opening.

- "Oh pads... You scared me so freaking much! Are you ok? "

He cursed himself to dare ask this question to is friend that he had found unconscious on the cold, wet grass a minute ago.

-"Ye-yes. Sirius manages to whisper. What- What's happened?... He was shivering violently, teeth rattling . "

- "Well you tell me Pads...I found you lying here under the cloak... What's all that bruises and cuts?... "

Sirius looked away. Remus got the message.

-"C'mon, you freezing. Let's warm you up. Can you walk? "

Sirius nodded. He tried to push himself up, helped by Remus. But he was barely standing and instantly collapse on Remus.

-Gat you. It's ok Pads... Remus said softly as he catches him up by the Waist and passes his arm around his neck.

Sirius tried to swallow a sob. Only to explode in tears and cries.

-'m I'm such-a fa- a failure. Look at that. Can-can't even walk - by - by myself. She's right.

Last words chocked in is throat. But Remus understand what he had said only too well.

- ush now... Shhh, he kissed is forehead before going on

-... Sirius... You can't walk 'cause you have been starved and beaten and god knows what for weeks.

Sirius knees let go and he let all his weight fall on Remus shoulder.

-My fault. He blowned, barely audible.

Remus had put is other arm under Sirius knees and was now caring him, bridal style, to the castle. Sirius crying on the crack of is shoulder. Body limp and shaken with the spasms of is sobbing.

- "No, it's not! They can try to maltreat the Sorting hat if they're unhappy with your house! You are such a good guy padfoot... The kindest. You help me over and over, so many times. Being good IS good...You don't deserve that! Do you get it?! "

-"hmm, Sirius hummed. I'm c-cold... Is eyes closed

-"Don't worry, I'm taking care of you. A quick bath in the perfect bathroom, a piece of cake, and a good night and day of sleep. How does it sounds? "

- "Good, re'lly good... You never want me in this bathroom... " Sirius say has he's eyes closed slowly.

-"No. I don't want us to get throw out of Hogwarts. Not the same." He smiled gently

. "But here and now, the only thing that I care of, is you", he thought.

*********************************

Remus had succeed to carry his armed friend to the prefect bathroom. Sirius switching conscious/unconscious until Remus begin to remove his clothes.

-"wht'p'ning?R you doin'? "He seemed totally lost but stop fighting as soon as he heard is friend say:

-"Hey, it's me. We are going to take you in a nice, warm, bubbly bath and then, I put you to bed . Is it still ok? "

-"k'. "Sirius whispered, a weak smile cracking on is face.

Once the werewolf had finely took off the wet and cold cloths( difficult task as the animagus was totally wasn't helping).

He carry Sirius on the gigantic bathtub.

Taking his friend under his back and neck, he let is friend sink quietly and only support his head out of water.

Body nicely enveloped in the hot water.

The boy was half asleep on Remus arms, and still, his muscles was so strained...

What the hell did Sirius had been through this time?

- "Can you... Talk?... "Asked weakly Sirius. Not even bothering opening his eyes.

-"Can I-? About what?" He interogates tenderly.

-"Donno... Whatever you wan..."

-"Yes, of course." Remus smiled gently.

And so he started Narrate all the things he could think of before telling him some fairy tails of is childhood.

Sirius was slowly relaxing on the soft voice. Totally trusting is friend's grisp. Color coming back on is face as he warmed up.

Sirius had fallen asleep. Arms and legs floating freely on the warm water. His head heavily inked in the werewolf hands.

Remus let is friend take some real rest for half an hour.

Twiddling is hair; Looking at is relax face. They never hurt is face. A son beaten wasn't really the reflection of a good and pure family...

He detailed Sirius body . He had some hematomas all over. Traces of fist, feet, belt, cuts...everywhere...everyehere a wizard's robe would cover up.

He felt so sorry, so powerless, angry and guilty for having fun this evening, not taking the measure of his best friend condition.

He needed Sirius to eat something, he barely touched is plate earlier and he was so thin... Not in a good way....

-"Hey budy... Wake up. Time to eat a little and sleep...in a bed." He was softly moving Sirius's body in the water.

This one blench heavily. Head going under the water as Remus, surprised, hadn't the time to catch him.

Remus took him under the armpits and raised him over the surface.

He literally looked like a lost, wet puppy. Looking at him with incomprehension.

-"Sorry Sirius! Didn't mean to frighten you! "

Sirius stand up, scrubbing is eyes.

-" 't's okay... What are we doing here?" Asked Sirius after noticing were he was.

He seemed more awake and alert than Remus had seen him since he had find him.

-"What do you remember?" Asked Remus.

-"Gone out for a stroll and fall... I think. "

-"Damn, that's a lot of explanation to do then. "

He explain to him what had just happen as he helped him out of the water.

-"And you didn't think about bringing warm clothes? You disappoint me Monny." Quipped Sirius to play down what Remus had just tolled him.

Remus gently wrapped him up in his coat and the cloak with a soft smile. Sirius try to walk to the door. Unsteady steps after unsteady steps.

-"Gonna carry you on my back. Come on." He said as he lawer himself down in front of is friend.

The animagus hesitated. He really didn't want to disturb his best friend even more.

Remus advanced to him and pick is frail body to is arms, bridal style once more.

-"Hey!" Sirius rebelled weakly." It's hurts... "

he put him back down

-"Sorry! Where? Ribs?... "

-"Yes." Sirius nod has he was putting his hand over his floating ribs, without touching them.

Remus take is wand and exerced the spell that he had seen Sirius do to him after a full moon.

-Better? Remus asked.

-Yeah... Sorry to bothering you Re'... Sorry.

-"Stop it, will you? We are friends, aren't we? Now come here." Remus said has he was carry him again.

He didn't struggle this time and put his head at rest on of his friends. Remus holding him firmly.

They were back in the dormitory in no time. Sitting on Remus bed.

-"Not hungry... Stomach hurt... Sorry. " Said Sirius guilt in his voice has he was refusing a cookie that Remus's mom made.

-"Stop apologizes... Lord, now I get why you always tell me that! None of this is your fault so I don't need you to apologize... Need you to get better...'kay'? "

-" 'kay." Respond Sirius with an honest smile. Cheeks blushing a little.

-"At least put this on your mouth and let it melt. You doesn't even have to chew." Remus told him, tending some chocolates.

-"Thanks Moony..." He opened his mouth.

Remus smiled, cut 3 square and put them gently on is friend tongue. He wait and did it again. To the third proposal, Sirius shook is head tu refuse.

-"Alright then, time to sleep." Remus said has he gently guide Sirius back on his bed.

-"Don't... Don't wanna sleep alone... "

-"I know. We are in my bed... "Remus said has he pulled the curtains around them. He lied down next to his friend. Softly brushing and twiddling his hair

-"Now close your pretty eyes and get some sleep. You need to rest..."

"And so do I" He add, has Sirius had already fallen asleep. A sweet smile on his face.

#wolfstar fluff #harry styles fluff #potter whump #wolfstar #whump #fluffy fluffy friendship #sorry but you inspired me guys! #fluff #bathing #cold

[alindakb]

Dear Harry / Forever yours, Draco - 14 March 1993 - by Alinda

Warning: talks about a suicide attempt.

14 March 1993

Dear Harry,

Please don’t die. I do whatever you want, just please don’t die. I can’t live in a world where you are not. I need you. And I love you. I won’t hide from it anymore if that is enough to keep you here. I’ll go against father, break all the rules he gave me for going back to Hogwarts if it means you will live. I mean it. I will do anything and everything for you. So please, don’t die. I need you and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you thought you had to do this to yourself. All I can think of now, is what if I hadn’t woke up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night? Nobody would have found you until it would have been too late. Harry, please, it hurts so much to even think of finding you dead. I need you to live. Please, don’t die. I love you. I still need to tell you that I love you.

They took you away, to the hospital wing in a hurry. And nobody will tell me if you are okay. I’ve never been this scared in my entire life, Harry. Please don’t leave me here alone.

I’m sorry for disturbing you, Draco. I know I had promised to not bother you when you would write to Harry, but I feel that something terrible has happened. Are you okay? What happened to Harry?

Tom, I’m sorry that I blamed you. I know it wasn’t you, it couldn’t have been. I haven’t written to you for a while and the blackouts still happen. I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me. I need you now.

I’m not mad, Draco. I’m just worried. Please tell me what happened.

He tried to kill himself, Tom. I found him, in the boys’ bathroom. There was so much blood, and he looked so pale. And now I don’t know if he’s okay. What if I found him too late? What if he’s dead? What if he has died without knowing that I love him?

Oh no, Draco, that is horrible. I’m so sorry that this has happened. I know how important Harry is to you. I’m sure he will be okay. Knowing headmaster Dumbledore he would have only hired the best healer to man the hospital wing at Hogwarts.

You think so. You really think he’s going to be okay?

Yes, Draco, I’m sure he will be.

How can you be sure? You didn’t see him. He wouldn’t open his eyes and there was so much blood on the floor. How could anyone survive after they lost so much blood?

That’s why we have blood replenishing potion, Draco.

Oh, why didn’t I think of that? Of course, blood replenishing potions, that will help him, save him. I just wish I could go and see him. So I can see for myself that he’s okay. I can’t get the image out of my mind, of Harry just lying there, unresponsive and so pale, with all the blood around him. I want to be with him, hold him.

So why don’t you?

I don’t think I’m allowed.

Draco, he’s the boy you love, I’m sure they will let you go see him.

No, we are not allowed to leave the common room by ourselves. We need a teacher or prefect to escort us and they all hate Harry. None of them will help me. Only Terence Higgs has been helpful so far. He let me take a shower in the bathroom for the boys from 6th and 7th year, saying I couldn’t walk around with all the blood on my hands and clothes. I had Harry’s blood all over me. I tried to stop the bleeding when I found him. And when I couldn’t wake him I just screamed. Miles Bletchley heard me. He and Adrian Pucey came into the bathroom. Adrian took me in his arms, hold me while I screamed. And then Terence was there. He knew what to do to help Harry. He told Adrian to get me out of there. I just lost it. I screamed that I wouldn’t leave him. Only Adrian fought against me, I wasn’t strong enough. And Harry, he looked dead, Tom. It looked like he was dead. I stopped fighting and before I knew it Terence pulled me in his arms. He and his friend, I think her name is Penelope, they took me to another bathroom and helped me shower. I can’t really remember it all, it’s just flashes of them pushing me under the stream, me looking at my hands while someone dries of my hair, being hugged by Terence while I cry and blame myself. He stayed quiet to it all, just let me go on, let me hit him and scream at him. Until I just couldn’t scream anymore. I didn’t want to go to the great hall with him for lunch and he escorted me to my own dorm room. He told me to come to find him if I needed to.

That is nice of him.

Yes, it’s a shame he’s leaving school after this year. He’s our seeker on the Quidditch team and he’s helped me to fit in. Just like Adrian and Miles. They are both 4th years. Adrian is a fellow chaser and he has thought me a lot of tricks already. It’s nice to play with them. I just wished Marcus Flint wouldn’t be our captain; he’s a dick most of the times, he only thinks about winning and beating Woods. Our Beaters are Peregrine Derrick and Lucian Bole. I don’t really hang out with them.

That sounds like a nice team to have.

It is.

You sound like you are doing a little better.

I am thank you. I just need to figure out a way to go visit Harry. I need to see that he’s okay. I think I won’t believe it until I see that he’s still breathing.

I’m sure you’ll find a way, Draco. You are smart enough to figure it out.

Thank you, Tom. I should bring him his notebook and the picture book of his parents when I go. I think he would like to look at the pictures of his parents. He’s been looking at them a lot lately. Maybe that is why he did it, to be with his parents. He must miss them so terribly. He hasn’t got much to remember them by, only the album with pictures and his father’s cloak. The cloak, that’s it. I can use it to sneak into the hospital wing and be with him, nobody would be able to see me.

What do you mean? How can a cloak hide you from everyone?

It’s an invisibility cloak, Tom. It’s an amazing piece of work. I’ve never seen an invisibility cloak that worked this good and was still in such good shape after years of use.

That sounds like a magnificent cloak, Draco. I’m sure you will be able to get into the hospital wing when you wear it. Just let me know when you’ve seen him and how he’s doing, okay?

I will, Tom. Thank you again for your help and kind words. I’ll write to you soon.

Draco Malfoy.

#letters to my parents #drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #tom riddle #suicide attempt #AlindasStories

[blouisparadise]

Here’s a part two to our rec list with bottom Louis/top Harry fics told from Harry’s point of view. You can find part one here. Enjoy!

1) Precious Little Diamond (I’ll Give It All To You) | Explicit | 2044 words

Alpha!Harry/omega!Louis PWP written for this textpost: Established relationship H/L with alpha!Harry just popping his knot in omega!Louis and it’s his favourite part; just laying down and cuddling as they mate but Louis just wriggles around in his lap until he can grab his xbox controller and starts playing video games with Harry still inside him and Harry’s like “??!?????!???!!!???” And Louis’ like “oh shush it takes forever” and scores a goal on the game.

2) If It Hurts To Breathe, Open The Window | Explicit | 4406 words

Louis looks wonderful himself, in a muscle shirt reading The Stone Roses and showing off all his own ink. His jeans are tighter than Harry’s, and there are dark circles under his eyes and his hair is tatty and wild, and there’s a sex bruise on the bend of his elbow Harry didn’t give to him.

3) It’s Your Soul That I’m Caught In Yet You Don’t Hear Me Call Your Name | Explicit | 4433 words

The one in which Harry goes out for a run in the early morning rain without telling Louis and Louis wakes up alone, cold and needy.

4) Like You Hate Me | Explicit | 6541 words

“You have poor taste for someone with the last name Styles,” he says, turning to show the back of his pants to Harry—the pants Harry had just stitched his name across last night to keep this type of thing from happening again.

Of course, he’s accomplished nothing but indirectly making himself pop a stiffy over Louis fucking Tomlinson.

5) I’m Broken, Do You Hear Me? | Explicit | 6957 words

Louis starts acting weird and distant around Harry, and it takes Harry a little while to put together what’s wrong. When he finally does, he’s determined to help Louis see just how much he loves every piece of him.

6) Glimpse Of The Silhouettes | Explicit | 7181 words

Harry isn’t sure what the rules are for this. It’s hard to believe that there are any, that’s there’s a handbook just waiting for him to buy: why is my best mate getting hard in my lap when I touch his arse?

7) A Virgin To That Money | Explicit | 7366 words

AU. Harry and Louis are broke university students who hate each other and make a sex tape. (In which Louis gets fucked a lot, Harry can’t find the camera, and the road to falling in love is different for everyone.)

8) Bite the Bullet, Feel the Rush | Explicit | 7750 words

Louis is still behind him, insistently teetering from one foot to another, breathing against his neck in short, warm puffs and he feels so nice and sleep warm, smells so good, like the laundry detergent they use, like the Acqua di Gio he wears, like the coconut shower gel he probably steals from Harry, because Harry’s sure it’s his own and he’s even more certain that Louis doesn’t have his own bottle of the same thing, and Harry feels pure want tugging somewhere behind his ribcage, inside his tummy and it’s horribly unfair, he thinks.

9) Raised on Rhythm and Blues | Explicit | 8034 words

Note: Mentions of BH.

“That look on your face makes me think you’re not cooking me spaghetti fast enough,” Louis announces as he walks back into the kitchen. Harry knows exactly where Zoe gets her habits from.

“Cooking for my two beautiful and insanely intelligent children, not for the weird bloke that sleeps in my bed and eats all my food,” Harry answers, tilting his head and wondering if he should add more sauce.

10) Love To Make Him Moan | Explicit | 8106 words

They fuck like they’re sex starved, when they’re really, really not.

11) Put You On Repeat, Play You Everywhere I Go | Explicit | 8290 words

Harry is a college radio show host and Louis is a contemporary dancer attending said college. After a drunk hook-up, naturally a whole bunch of pining, dedicated love songs and make-out sessions on dance studio floors ensue.

12) Maid In The A.M. | Explicit | 9118 words

“You’re not supposed to be here.” The lad frowned at him.

“Sorry,” Harry said automatically. Which, wait. No, that wasn’t right. “Um, actually, I sort of live here?”

Okay, that came out less firm than Harry would like, but it was still true.

The guy rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”

Harry had absolutely no idea what was happening.

13) We Wreak Havoc With Our Hearts | Explicit | 9417 words

Harry finds that he can’t keep things separate; neither can Louis.

14) Got It Right Such A Long Time Ago | Explicit | 9699 words

Four months into One Direction’s hiatus, Louis comes to stay with Harry after a bad breakup.

15) 3B Neighbor | Explicit | 10407 words

A mysterious neighbour keeps slipping the worst sort of notes under Harry’s door.

16) Just Like The Wolf Before He Bites | Explicit | 11096 words

He’s loud, Louis is, and that’s far from unusual for him, but the volume of it still has Harry pulling back the curtain. There’s a half-formed thought in the back of his brain about telling Louis off, because it’s fucking half three in the morning, but then.

But then Harry’s eyes get stuck on the soft glint of Louis’ stubble in the light, and he’s making his way across the room before he even realizes it.

Louis, for his part, just tips his chin up to give Harry space and keeps talking, waving the joint in his hand around for emphasis. He doesn’t even bother to greet Harry, going on with his story to his semi-rapt audience, just settles a hand in between Harry’s shoulder blades and pushes him down firmly.

Harry just. Relaxes. His eyes slip closed, pushing his entire face into that spot underneath Louis’ chin, where his hair is still growing, neat and prickly. The scent of Louis’ cologne drifts into Harry’s nose, light and fresh, and it’s calming. Comforting. His breathing syncs up with Louis’ quickly, and Harry feels so much better than he had five minutes ago he almost wants to cry.

17) As Deep As The Sky | Explicit | 12265 words

A passed-out omega on the bathroom floor isn’t exactly what Harry had in mind when he thought about taking a cute boy home. The idea of leaving Louis there, vulnerable and unresponsive, weighs guiltily at Harry’s conscience. Turns out it’s the best decision he’ll ever make.

18) Put It On Me | Explicit | 14890 words

Harry’s bachelor party doesn’t go as planned.

19) Temporary Tattoos, Hotel Hearts, Horizon Homes | Explicit | 17965 words

Louis is just 18 and ends up in 2015 for one day at Harry’s request, one day to make sure his spirit is strong and hopeful enough to take him to the X Factor and end him up where he’s supposed to be. Aka, the one where Harry makes sure Louis knows how amazing he is.

20) Light In Darkness Come Through | Explicit | 20012 words

Note: This fic is Harry’s perspective of this fic (which is told from Louis’ perspective), so you may want to read that one first.

There’s two parts to it, really. The first part is Louis being an omega and lying about that for years. The second, much more complicated part, is that Harry knew that Louis was lying about something for years, even though he didn’t know what it was.

Louis being an omega is an idea that crosses Harry’s mind more than a few times over the years. He’s pretty sure that he’s not the only person who’s ever had the thought, but he’s confident in saying that he’s the only one who wasn’t thinking it because Louis is tiny.

21) You Could Have Moonlight in Your Hands | Explicit | 20501 words

It’s the usual work for Harry—with awestruck fans crowding his space, cellphone cameras in his face, and rude paparazzi loitering around in front of the building to take his pictures, his day is turning into a not-so-brilliant one. And then a beautiful man falls into his life. Literally.

22) Love Like Wildfire | Explicit | 21774 words

Louis was an Omega and a Prefect. Harry was an Alpha and a little rascal. They were mates, drawn to each other since they first met in the Hogwarts Express. They worked well like that, or at least they tried, which only made their relationship way more interesting.

23) All The Lights are Full Of Colour | Explicit | 26727 words

So, fast-forwarding eight years from the day Harry met Louis, he is now a twenty-seven year old owner of one of the most up-and-coming eating establishments on the London restaurant scene, father of two wonderful boys and… separated from his husband. Now, that last part definitely was never a part of the original plan.

24) Blind From This Sweet, Sweet Craving | Explicit | 31170 words

“So, I guess we’ll go?” Louis asks later, when Harry has calmed down and eaten his weight in Chinese food. He plays with this chopsticks, spearing another piece of chicken and pops it in his mouth. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind. We could make it an adventure.”

Harry observes him, watches him seated across from him on their old living room carpet, with a container of food on his lap. He’s fidgeting, avoiding meeting Harry’s gaze–he probably knows that Harry’s mad at him for ruining the one chance they had to get out of this situation. And he’s not wrong, Harry is definitely very mad. Harry wants to strangle him and castrate him and smack him upside the head.

But he’s also Harry’s best friend, and despite everything, despite all the fuck-ups and the plot twists and everything just not playing out the way it should, he’d still rather be stuck in this situation with Louis than any of the other boys. He’s got Harry’s back, and in a weird, abstract way, he knows they’ll be able to get out of this situation, together.

Harry sighs. “We’re going,” he says resignedly, his shoulders slumping.

Oh well. There are definitely worse ways to spend the weekend than pretending to be engaged to his best friend.

25) Like A Timebomb Ticking | Explicit | 31743 words

Louis loses everything. Harry’s still there.

26) The List | Mature | 32094 words

‘In the weeks that follow, Harry opens his old journal more than he has in the past two years each time he remembers Venice or thinks about Louis. He always flips to the same random page in the middle of the book, marked by the picture of himself that Louis sent him a few days after they got home. There’s a message on the back that says, ‘Spontaneous looks good on you! See you soon,’ and it makes Harry’s chest warm each time he reads it. He wedges their list out from between the worn pages, and it feels silly staring down at a folded up piece of paper with a strange sense of nostalgia for experiences they’ve yet to have; for places they’ve never even been.’

27) What This World Is About | Explicit | 34472 words

An eighties American high school AU; there are first times, football games, and feelings.

Alternatively titled: the beginning.

28) Promise You’ll Remember That You’re Mine | Explicit | 34654 words

What he doesn’t expect is to see Louis in their bathroom wearing panties. Not even like standard panties, they’re fucking black and sheer so Harry can see Louis’ full arse and there’s even lace trimming the edges. He nearly has a heart attack.

Harry’s face probably looks like a bright red tomato, and if not then the only other option would be that all his blood is going to his dick, because Louis looks like a fucking wet dream.

“Oh, you’re back.” Louis looks as nonchalant as ever, when Harry is over here freaking the fuck out.

29) A Red-Dusted Planet | Explicit | 38256 words

A one-night stand in a small town in Australia turns into a weekend that Harry could’ve never predicted with a boy he may never forget. 

30) Bluebird | Explicit | 39046 words

The 2,789 miles between New York and Los Angeles is a long way to go alone.

31) A Rhythm In Rush | Explicit | 40010 words

Harry is a WWF journalist with big dreams and Louis is a glaciologist that flies helicopters for fun. Greenland is an odd place to spend Christmas, but just maybe, the perfect place to fall headfirst into love.

32) Just A Feeling | Explicit | 43977 words

Note: This is a sequel to this fic (which is told from Louis’ perspective), so you may want to read that first.

The first time that Harry thinks about marriage in relation to Louis, he’s eighteen years old, standing in the middle of a crowded frat house, six drinks down and another in his hand.

It’s not the first time that he’s laid eyes on Louis. It’s not even the second time, or the third time, but Harry doesn’t believe in denying what his brain is trying to tell him, and his brain has been telling him that Louis might be the prettiest person in the world ever since that first fateful meeting, when Harry hadn’t been able to stop looking and Louis had ‘accidentally’ spilled his tea all over Harry’s lap in retaliation.

33) The Fairy Ring | Explicit | 46170 words

A medieval fantasy AU in which Harry is a prince in disguise and Louis is the king of the faeries.

34) All We Do Is Drive | Explicit | 46564 words

It doesn’t make sense, the way Louis can have such an effect on him. From one look, or one stupid bet, Harry’s now street racing, apparently. He hates it. Doesn’t know how to control it, every time he sees Louis looking at him - it comes like an impulse. Without a second thought. No rhyme or real reason to it. He’s just Louis.

35) So Much We Didn’t Say | Explicit | 53584 words

Harry’s near fatal accident exposed the cracks in his and Louis’ eleven year marriage. A serious error in judgement by Louis shattered it completely.

36) Like Real People Do | Explicit | 64175 words

Louis didn’t ask for a lot of things. He didn’t ask for his entire family to die in a car crash that may or may not have been his fault. He didn’t ask to get powers out of that accident, either, powers that eventually led him into a two-year relationship with a man who was far more than met the eye. But one night, he chose to ask for a replacement to a broken camera from someone he hadn’t spoken to in a year and a half. He did ask for that. And that kind of led to everything else.

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