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eclipsedzs · 11 months

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James Potter x reader...

James is dating the Hogwarts HOTTIE. And he listens to how they talk about his girlfriend... They even made a list pointing out that James's girlfriend has the best body in school. How does Jamie react?

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𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ Volume: James Potter

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Genre: ✓

Paring(s): James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: When boys talk about you like an object because of your beauty, James tends to get violent

Disclaimer(s): Cursing, Minor fighting

JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER, a typically calm and nonviolent individual- other than the few ‘Harmless pranks’, found himself seething with anger, his normally relaxed demeanor now overshadowed by a raging storm. His jaw tightened as he attentively listened to the conversation unfolding across the common room.

The voices belonged to three younger boys, likely a year below them, who had foolishly chosen to discuss James's girlfriend without realizing the hornet's nest they had stirred.

The grating tone of the blonde's voice pierced through James's ears, assaulting his senses like nails on a chalkboard. Each word uttered felt like an unpleasant jolt, fueling his mounting irritation.

"The things I would do to her, man. Have you seen her body? Absolutely fit, man. She has the most amazing tits." The crude remarks and objectifying comments about his girlfriend caused James to abruptly rise from his seat, but before he could make a move, Sirius firmly pulled him back down.

"Yeah, she's got like the hottest body in Hogwarts, have you seen her arse? Her waist is like perfect—man, what I would do to be James. Merlin, the things I would do to her," another one of the boys chimed in, his black hair matching the darkness of his thoughts as he made crude gestures with his hands.

James could feel his blood boiling, his anger reaching its peak as he clenched his fists.

The disappointment and disgust on Sirius's face mirrored James's own feelings, both of them appalled by the disrespectful way these boys were talking about their friend and James's girlfriend.

"Not yet, James," Sirius spoke, a mischievous smirk forming on his face. "Wait until Moony and Wormtail join us, and then we can do something," he said, mentioning their two other friends who were engrossed in their studies.

Sirius rolled his eyes at the mere idea of studying, letting out an exaggerated gag. "I mean, seriously, who actually studies? Bunch of nerds," he added, playfully teasing their freinds.

James nodded, his jaw clenched tightly, but his eyes softened as he caught sight of his girlfriend walking through the common room tunnel. It was one of her off days, so she was dressed in a simple sweater—his sweater, to be precise—and a pair of small shorts hidden beneath it.

A scoff escaped James as the same boys who had been talking about her earlier whistled at her, their lecherous eyes shamelessly roaming over her body. His protective instincts surged, and he fought the urge to march over and give them a taste of his fist.

She walked over to him, a small smile gracing her lips, though the anger simmered beneath the surface as she heard the offensive remarks from the other boys in the room.

Silently, she joined James, sitting beside him and resting her head on his shoulder. She felt his strong grip around her waist.

Sirius offered her a warm smile, understanding the discomfort she felt. He moved closer, taking a seat beside her as she scooted nearer to James, seeking solace in his presence.

Sirius positioned himself protectively, creating a barrier between her and the prying eyes of the other boys.

Remus and Peter entered the room, their faces lighting up with smiles as they joined the others.

Oblivious to the tension in the air, they took their seats near the rest of the group, their presence bringing a sense of normalcy and camaraderie.

James leaned over the girl, his hand tracing gentle patterns on her covered stomach. With a determined expression, he whispered something into Remus's ear, conveying his frustration through his tightened grip.

Remus nodded in understanding, promptly grabbing his wand and casting a spell that filled the room with a subtle, hard-to-see smog.

As the smog enveloped the space, obscuring the view of prying eyes, James released his grip on her, and the warmth of Sirius, Peter, and Remus slowly receded. She found herself sitting there, coughing softly, as she tried to clear the air and regain her composure.

Groans and muffled cries filled the previously obscured room, accompanied by a high-pitched scream that resembled that of a frightened child. Yet, despite the chaos, she remained seated, her confusion mingling with her coughs.

Moments later, the smog dissipated, revealing the boys who had spoken ill of her sprawled on the floor, clad only in their underwear. Their heads sported hair dyed in various vibrant hues, and their faces were marked with bruises and bloodstains.

Her gaze shifted to James, Remus, Peter, and Sirius, who stood together. James wore a mixture of anger and accomplishment on his face, nursing his bruised hand with slight traces of red dripping from his knuckles.

Sirius wore a self-satisfied smirk, pretending to be a detached observer of the scene unfolding before them.

Remus held his wand with a mischievous smile, his lip bruised and his sandy hair disheveled.

Peter, standing alongside them, held his wand as well, surveying the aftermath of the prank with a mixture of awe and satisfaction.

James smirked, the intensity in his eyes gradually giving way to tenderness as he locked gazes with her.

Closing the distance between them, he approached, his non-bloodied hand gently caressing her cheek as he leaned in, his warm breath cascading over her face.

"If anyone ever treats you like that again, let me know, alright? I'm always here for you," he whispered, his lips hovering inches away from hers. In the next moment, their lips collided, the passion and affection evident as he held her cheek with one hand, the other securing her waist, drawing her closer in an embrace that conveyed both protection and desire.

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theywantedplayer · 1 year

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I’m in desperate need of Trevor fics. If you could do a jealousy one?

You were out with Trevors team celebrating their win against the Blue Jackets. Trevor was doing his thing probably with Jamie at his side so you set up camp at the bar until someone sat beside getting your attention.

It was one off trevors teammates Isac Lundestrom. You didn't want to be rude to one of your boyfriend's teammates so you decided to start up a Conversation with the man.

‘You guys played really well tonight” you praised

‘Thank you thank you we did pretty good” he smiled

“You did well Two assists not that bad Lundestrom” you laughed

“I do what i gotta do to help the team” He laughed back

But on the other side of the bar Trevor completely forgot about his game of beer pong with Jamie. He was only looking at the way Lundestrom was making you laugh and how close he was leaning in. What was he saying that was making you laugh so much yea sure he is a funny guy but not that funny.

Trevor was starting to get jealous yea he trusted you but not other people

Look at you, you have to be the hottest one in the bar right now.

‘Trevor it's your turn go man” Jamie said

‘Oh yea sure” he didn't know he spaced out for that long

He grabbed one of the bing pong balls and tried to take a shot at one of the red solo cups

“Ha drink up Jambo” Trevor laugh as he sunk one of the red solo cups

‘This games unfair” Jamie sighed as he drank what was in the red solo cup

“Its only unfair Becsuse im kicking your as right now, You have no Hand-eye coordination” Trevor Teased

“I'm a defenseman”Jamie tried to defend himself

“ well you can't defend your cups to save your life Jambo” Trevor chirped

Jamie was about to say something back before a loud laugh got Trevor's attention he turned to where it came from and it came from you still chatting with Lundestrom Except the only thing that was different was that his hand was on your arm sure it could have been all innocent but knowing his teammate it wasn't

“okay Trevor watch this” Jamie said throwing one of the ping pong balls and horribly missing the cup

“ Jamie you still suck” Trevor laughed walking away

as Trevor was walking over to you Lundestrom his other hand was reaching for your thigh

“ fuck that” Trevor spit out to himself

as Trevor made his way over to you Lundestrom retracted, his hand like he was caught red-handed. Lundestrosms Sudden Change in mood caught your attention until you realized why.

“hey babe” Trevor said sneaking his hand over your waist “ thought I just come over and join in this really funny conversation what were you saying Lundestrom?”

“Um we were just talking about the game and how the team played really well “ He was struggling to find an excuse and Trevor knew it he got him

“didn't seem like it seems like Y/N was laughing up a storm over here so what's so funny” Trevor leaned in

“nothing man we were just talking about the game and how fun we had playing it” Lundestrom responded

“Do you want to know a really fun game beer pong Jamie's playing it on the other side of the bar why don't you go over there” Trevor was trying to be passive aggressive but he was kind of missing the passive

“sounds like a great idea” Lundestrom said getting up off of his bar stool “ it was nice talking with you y/n” he smiled

“It's nice talking with you too Lundestrom” Trevor yelled as he walked away

“Trevor what was that” you said turning your stool to face him “ I think someone got a little jealous” you teased

“Fuck of course I was jealous that guy was all over you” he laughed running his hand through his hair

“ 'm Yours remember that I wouldn't let him take it any farther because he's not you” you smiled wrapping your hands around his waist

“yeah nobody in this bar is like me especially not Jamie” he smiled you gave him a confused look

“he sucks at beer pong he's drank about a game and a half and he's still going to lose up against Lundestrom so we may have to give him a ride home” he said Leaning down to kiss your forehead

you laughed and response “ good to know”

there was some loud cheering across the bar so you and Trevor both looked over

“Drink up Jamie!” Lundestrom yelled

as Jamie held the cup up to his lips he was groaning

“when Trevor said you were bad at this game I didn't think you were that bad” Lundestrom laughed

all Jamie did was hold up the middle finger as he chugged the rest of what was in that red solo cup

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yelenasdog · 1 year

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tell me you’re that somebody ✧ (trevor zegras x fem reader)

genre: smut with plot

summary: trevor hadn’t expected anything to come from his routine tinder round-up of chicks for the first party of the summer at the lake house. but in all fairness, she wasn’t expecting anything when she’d downloaded the app in the first place. they’re both in over their heads.

words: 4k

warnings: alcohol mention, cheesy situation lol, smut, fingering, handjob, public sex (or foreplay? technically? whatever she gets fingered in a hot tub), cursing, reader and trev meet through tinder, use of pet name (baby)

a/n: @eminems-skittles and i texted abt this like a week ago and i haven’t been able to stop thinking abt this so. here! cassie ur my biggest cheerleader i love u 🤍 also the song mentioned later in the fic is “love me” by lil wayne btw and it lightly inspired the fic. so. do w that what u will. happy reading!

The music was loud at the party, and that combined with the amount of drunk 20 somethings and flashing LED lights coming from inside the house would’ve been enough to make her lose her mind.

Key word: would’ve.

But she didn’t. Not yet, anyway. Because in all the noise and smoke and fucking craziness, she had him. And, despite being in a steamy hot tub, it wasn’t the most romantic situation ever, she’d be the first to admit.

The music blasting sounded like it was some kind of Lil Wayne song from 2013 (actually, was that Drake? No, it’s both of them) and the pair was surrounded by a graveyard of half empty beer bottles and cans from where they resided in the hot tub. (All from the girls who took about four minuscule sips from them to seem cool in front of the famed hockey players. That was only before abandoning them for a Whiteclaw the second they got warm.)

But she didn’t pay much care to the scenery, focusing just on the man in front of her. Or, beneath her, if we’re being technical.

Their relationship was a, shall we say, recent development. As in, when Trevor had rented a lake house with his buddies during the off season, and word of the first party had been spread, he’d taken to his Tinder. He’d been tasked with finding the girls, and even though he’d kind of felt like a pimp, he’d scrolled through anyway, finding chicks near his location, matching and inviting them quickly.

He came across her profile, seeing the bio mentioning she wasn’t expecting much from the app, but that she downloaded it for kicks and giggles. She was probably the hottest he’d seen yet (and would see), and he didn’t hesitate to swipe right. He mentally called dibs on the girl, who’s name was apparently Y/n, and not expecting a match right away, he pocketed his phone. Satisfied with the roster he’d created for the party, he stood up, heading outside where some of the guys were already playing a casual game of pong.

He chuckled to himself at the sight before him, Jamie and Alex half asleep in two of the chairs on the pool deck, Quinn on the same page as he scrolled through his phone. Jack and Cole were the two playing pong, while various other friends, some Trevor knew, some he didn’t, lingered about.

Trevor sat down, yawning. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of tiredness, but failing. Conversation drones on, and he mostly ignores it, zoning out. He was snapped out of his trance by the dinging of his phone, which he quickly retrieved, desperate for anything more interesting than what he was currently subject to.

He wasn’t disappointed at what he saw, the notification that he’d matched with someone bright against his lock screen. He clicked, hoping it was Y/n from earlier. It was, and at this revelation, he immediately opened up a chat, not caring that he probably looked desperate.

“Hi :)” he typed out, pressing send. Basic, he knows, but he figured he’d play it safe. He went back and looked at her profile again, swiping through all of the photos. He reread her bio, seeing that she had only recently moved to the area, loved hockey and a few other sports, and was currently still in school, studying for a doctorate. Fancy.

The photos didn’t quite match what the bio said, in Trevor’s mind. There was one of her in tight leggings and a sports bra posing with what he assumed was her dog, another in the garage of some race team, donned in their colors. Which doesn’t seem too far off, but then he kept scrolling.

A personal favorite (yes, it’s only been 10 minutes, yes, he had a personal favorite) was one of her in a rickety bar. It was taken with flash, and her smile was nearly brighter than said flash. It was dim in the photo aside from purple and blue stage lights, a band in the back in front of a crowd of people. Her hand was in the air, wrapped around a bottle of some sort, her other one slung around the shoulders of a guy wearing a cowboy hat. It was her brother in law, Trevor had learned from the bio.

He scrolled through the various pics multiple times after that, landing on one of her in a skimpy blue bikini, smiling on what appeared to be the bow of a yacht.

It caught the attention of Quinn, who’d been on his way inside. He stopped mid sentence, placing a hand on the back of Trevor’s chair.

“Who the fuck is that?” He questioned, leaning in towards Z’s phone. Trevor looked up at him, rolling his eyes and saying “dude, could you get any closer?” Quinn stepped away, his hand still gripping the edge of the chair.

“My bad. Like I said, who’s that?”

“Who’s who?” Jack asked from where he was still playing pong, curious as to what had piqued his older brother’s interest. Jamie, who’d taken Cole’s spot, turned his head as well, hand dropping from where it was mid air.

“Just an absolute rocket Trevor is trying to keep to himself.” Came the voice of Cole, who’d gone inside to get a water and was now back out, peering over Trevor’s shoulder. Z rolled his eyes again, turning off his phone and setting it on the table, face down.

“Well if she’s a rocket,” Jack started, “then is she coming tonight?”

Trevor shrugged. “We’ll see.” He replied, standing up and stretching. “I’m going to get a coffee. Text me if you want anything, ya fuckin’ idiots.” He added, turning and walking inside.

Up until the moment he was walking through the doors of the Starbucks, his phone was still flooding with orders from various numbers. It was a lot of black coffees and everything bagels, and he wasn’t looking forward to carrying them all to the car.

His woeful thoughts of cream cheese and cold brews were interrupted as he lifted his head, planted in place by what he saw.

“Yeah, I guess I should be thanking you for making me download it, but that’s if it’s actually him. What if it’s some creep, huh? I go to his place thinking it’s fuckin Trevor Zegras and it’s some 60 year old named Barnaby Wilson.” She pauses, listening to whoever was on the other side of the phone. “No, I don’t know what kind of name Barnaby Wilson is, nor do I care about a verification system. I care about becoming a murder victim on a shitty true crime podcast.” Another pause.

Then, just as she’s about to speak, she’s cut off by the barista yelling “Y/n!” far too loud for her liking. “Whatever, I’ll call you back. Yes, I’ll keep you updated! I promise. Okay. Love you, bye.” She rolled her eyes to herself, chuckling as she made the short walk to the counter. She grabbed her order with a “thank you” to the barista, before making her way over to the exit.

The exit where Trevor, like an idiot, was still stupidly standing.

“Hey, dude, you gonna order or what?” Some unenthusiastic teen who manned the register asked, obviously not fazed in the slightest by the NHL superstar in front of him.

“Uh, yeah. Just, looking at the menu.” He turned to where a mini line had formed behind him, apologizing to the older woman who had been standing behind him, waiting. He stepped aside, forcing his legs to carry him over to where she had been about to leave.

“Hey, Y/n!”

She turned, eyes wide as saucers upon hearing her name by someone who wasn’t a barista. When she saw that it was the real Trevor Zegras, not Barnaby Wilson, she just about fainted.

“Trevor? Zegras?” She wanted to facepalm at her reaction, and probably would have if it wasn’t from the bag in one hand and drink in the other.

A cocky smile came across Trevor’s face, starting to feel a little bit like himself again at the recognition, standing a little taller.

“In the flesh.” Okay. Maybe a little bit too himself.

“You get my message?” He asked, and she nodded, a small smile raising the corners of her mouth.

“I did. Haven’t responded yet, though. Wasn’t sure if you were the real deal. Not sure if you were some creep pretending to be Trevor Zegras.”

“Barnaby Wilson.” He added, and she grew red at the realization he heard that conversation. A small laugh left her, as her hand with the bag came up to scratch the back of her neck.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Right.” He added quietly, a smile still cemented onto his face.

“Well”, he started after a moment of quiet. ”I was going to ask you over messages, but since you’re here, I’m having a party later with a couple of buddies. I’d love it if you could make it.”

Her jaw dropped, and she had to play it off as if it was a yawn. Which probably looked stupid the more she thought about it, but who could blame her? In the most typical Wattpad, coffee shop AU meet-cute way possible, she was invited to a party of NHLers, by an NHLer.

She didn’t even give a second thought to her paper that was due in three days, all she needed to do were revisions anyway. She immediately accepted, and after a quick hug initiated by Trevor and plans to exchange numbers and text her the details, they parted.

She got to the car and screamed, before dialing back her best friend who she’d been on the phone with, thanking her endlessly for forcing her to download Tinder.

Trevor, who now was at the back of the line for drinks, texted the group chat to let them know she was definitely coming. Then, he got the notification he had a message on Tinder, seeing it was her responding to his “Hi :)” with a “Hi, not Barnaby.”

That led to where they were now.

When she’d showed up to the party, instructed by Trevor to come wearing a swimsuit, it was like everything stopped.

Much to the dismay of their dates, all of the boys craned their necks to look at the girl who Trevor hadn’t shut up about since that morning, not disappointed in the slightest.

Her denim cutoffs showed off her legs to where they were cut off by a pair of white converse, her white bikini top a slightly lighter shade, not subject to the same daily abuse as the shoes. Trevor had greeted her with a hug, his hand never leaving her back once they parted. He’d made the rounds, introducing her to all his wide eyed friends, before the two of them settled into conversation with Cole about the upcoming Formula 1 season.

Trevor had never given a shit about F1 before. Racing was never really for him. But hearing her ask Cole with such wonder in her voice about what it was like to meet Fernando Alonso, and speak with such conviction about her opinion on the strategy at Ferrari? What they were strategizing, Trevor had no idea, but, fuck, if he didn’t love hearing her talk about it.

The night went on, things got rowdier, and then as they do, they got quieter. She was there for the entirety of it, and at some point, they’d slipped into the hot tub.

It was bubbly and warm, and she’d let out an audible sigh when the water first hit her aching back. The tension from days of sitting hunched up by her laptop as she wrote melted away in the water, and it was divine.

Her and Trevor were joined by Jack and his date for the night. Some brunette named Haleigh. “Like, with a y, but… not… with a y. You know?” She’d added when she introduced herself.

After complaining it was too hot, Haleigh without a Y left the hot tub, going inside to get another Mike’s hard lemonade. Jack sat for a second, his head falling into his hand. He let out a deep, deep sigh of exhaustion, before running the same hand over his face and ruffling it through his hair.

“Jack, come be my pong partner!” She exclaimed, briefly hanging her head out the sliding glass doors, before going back inside.

“Guess that’s my cue.” Jack said, pushing himself up and out of the water. They gave him a sympathetic look, but not that sympathetic, knowing he’d probably be fucking her in give or take about 20 minutes.

It left the two of them mostly alone, in their little bubble at least, only surrounded by a few stragglers. They were either out on the dock, by the bonfire in the backyard, or standing up against the wall, caging in whatever unfortunate girl is the victim of a failed attempt at a fuck, and hasn’t figured out her escape route yet.

But she wasn’t paying any attention to them, and neither was Trevor. His attention was fully on her, where her hand nervously had come up to mess with the charm around her neck. He knew the action itself was fairly innocent, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t let his eyes wander further down.

The way the water droplets were resting upon her slightly burnt skin was downright sinful, some of them still sliding down the expanse of her neck. She looked almost like she did in the picture he liked so much from earlier, all the lights illuminating her in all the best ways. And maybe it was just the alcohol, but Trevor thought she looked angelic.

“Y’know,” he began, his fingertips coming up to play with a strand of her hair, “you’re really fuckin’ pretty.”

She blushed, not that he could tell with all the lights, and looked away, trying to hide the expression that began to tug at her features.

“Thanks. You too.” She tossed back, a breathy laugh leaving both of them. His hand went from the strand of hair to her chin, tilting it up, forcing him to meet her gaze.

“I mean it.”

“Me too.”

It was an immediate response, because she did. She did mean it. He didn’t just look pretty, he looked fucking unreal. But, she didn’t want to say that. Not yet at least. So she settled for pretty.

They held each other’s gazes, and she’s not sure who moved first, but before she knew it, the water around them was rippling. She was suddenly on his lap, his hands on either hip. Her arms were around his neck, and his lips were on hers.

And despite the fact it was fucking amazing, and the fact that his lips were so soft and so perfect, her mind was still running a million miles a minute.

She pulled away, worried that someone would see the two of them. Why was she worried about that? She didn’t know. But she was programmed to worry, it seemed, about anything and everything.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Trevor asked, looking up at her with those sweet green eyes.

“Nothing, Trev, it was amazing.”

“Then why’d you stop?” He asked, leaning forward and connecting his lips to her neck, somehow immediately finding her sweet spot. He was relentless, and as she struggled to find words, he hummed against her in question. Her breath hitched at the sensation, and she felt him smile against her, his teeth barely nipping at the sensitive skin. She gasped again, her breath shaky.

“But what if someone sees, Trev?” She managed to get out, hanging her head where Trevor’s shoulder met his neck. He paused his attack on her momentarily, his fingertips smoothing over her thighs, moving up to her waist.

“Look at me, Y/n.” He said, his voice firm but without a hint of animosity or anger. So she lifted her head from her place of hiding, looking him in the eyes.

“Baby, they’re all drunk. They don’t give a fuck. Okay?” He said with a reassuring smile, his question more rhetorical than anything. His hands on her waist started to move her back and forth slightly, feeling where his length was growing through his trunks and her tied bottoms.

Her head fell again, a whine leaving her lips. She continued to move, and Trevor brought his lips up to press a kiss to her temple.

“Just focus on me.” He mumbled, followed by a small “Yeah?” To which she nodded. He smiled again, quickly finding her lips and capturing them with his.

When he asked so nicely, how was she supposed to say no?

It was like the only thing that existed anymore, or had ever existed was Trevor.

He infiltrated every one of her senses, despite the fact they normally would’ve been taken up by the scenery around her. She couldn’t smell the shitty alcohol or the smoke from the bonfire, only the barely lingering scent of the cologne he’d applied before he’d started to welcome guests.

She couldn’t see all of the people around her, just the sight of Trevor, wet curls wildly astray, eyes screwed shut as he helped guide her over his cock.

She couldn’t hear that fucking Lil Wayne (and Drake, and Future, and whoever the fuck else) song, or the boisterous laughter of the hockey players, mixed with that of their dates. (Who’re all laughing just a little too hard.)

She just heard the tiny moans and soft praises that fell from Z’s lips. “You’re doing so good for me, baby.” Was the latest, followed by a groan that she would’ve been worried someone would hear, if not for how enamored she was.

She couldn’t feel the sickly heat in the humid air, or how the water sloshed up against her burnt back, just the slightest bit too hot. She couldn’t feel where the knot keeping her swimsuit tied together was pressing into her skin, or where the grainy feeling of the bench in the hot tub rubbed against her knees. All she could feel was him, his cock pressing against her, his fingertips digging into her, his lips everywhere at once.

And she most definitely couldn’t taste the remnants of the chocolate croissant she’d had for breakfast, or the taste of the tequila shots she’d done with Jamie and Alex. As his tongue lazily danced with her own, it wasn’t any of that that she recognized.

It was the Pink Whitney shot he’d done when the rest were doing tequila, citing that tequila and his stomach didn’t mix. And it was a strange accompaniment, but it was also the leftover tang of the spearmint gum he’d been chewing earlier in the day, stealing a piece from Quinn, who hadn’t offered any to him in the first place. But the strange combination worked, because it was him.

All of it was so much, so Trevor, that it was driving her crazy, but in the best way possible. So when he moved one of his hands from her waist, down to her clothed sex, she almost lost it.

“Trev-“

“You’re good, baby. I’ve got you.”

He ran his thumb over her slit, before sliding his hand down the front of her bottoms, feeling her bare pussy. He wasted no time, easing his two middle fingers into her, stretching her out. The stretch was delicious, and she fully moaned, trying to find any sense that she could to prop herself up entirely on her knees. She palmed him over his pink swim trunks, and he chased the feeling, needily lifting his hips to meet her hand.

She smiled, before mirroring his actions from only a minute ago, her hand easily finding his hardened dick. She ran her thumb over the tip, before she started to jack him off, the water adding resistance as she moved her hand along his length.

But it was all the same to Trevor as he groaned, his hand still pumping in and out of her. His palm perfectly grazed her clit every time he did, and the two of them built up a rhythm as they went. The water around them was moving in waves now, and true to his word from earlier, everyone around them was too drunk to care that they were basically fucking in the hot tub.

As she started to squirm above him, he added a third finger, his glossed over eyes watching in amazement as her mouth went ajar. She clenched down on him, and he could tell she was nearly there. Her hand moved faster in sync with chasing her own peak, Trevor’s doing the same.

“Trev, I’m- fuck! Trevor, I’m close.” She softly cried, her head once again falling back to his shoulder as she rode his hand. He reached his opposite hand forward, groping at her tit, pulling it out of the small triangle of fabric covering it. She moaned at the sensation, and he bit down hard on his lip.

“I know, baby. I’m almost there, too. Shit, you're gonna be good and make me cum, aren’t you? Fuck, yeah. Yeah, you are, baby. Riding my fingers like that. You’re so perfect. So perfect, fuck.

And somehow, they picked up their paces even more, Trevor’s hand slamming into her, while she moved her hand up and down his shaft at a matching speed.

With a cry of his name, and a broken “fuck” from Z, the two came together. Everything went white, and if before everything surrounding her was Trevor, it was like now the two had become one.

She went lax in his arms as they continued to lazily stroke each other, soft kisses pressed to the corner of her mouth by Zeegs.

“You did so good, baby. So fuckin’ sexy riding my hand like that. No idea what you do to me.”

She smiled, tilting her head. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his chest.

“I’ve got a semblance of an idea, I think.” She quipped, and he rolled his eyes. She leaned forward again, pausing briefly to admire his features, before leaning forward and connecting their lips in a sweet kiss.

When they pulled away, she nuzzled against him, all of a sudden aware of the space they were in.

“Y’know, you were right, though.”

“About what?” He asked, leaning down. She smiled as she felt his lips on her head.

“Doesn’t seem like anybody noticed.” She giggled, and he let out a “ha!” shaking his head. She was right, he supposed.

Everyone who was inside had either fallen asleep on the couch, or retired to their rooms, Haleigh without a Y and Jack included. The backyard bunch were still all chatting away, and the guys over by the wall seemed to have accepted their losses, as they now were alone, seemingly fighting off sleep as well.

“Guess not.” He replied, looking down at her. She smiled up at him, tilting her head to give him a kiss. He tried to deepen it, but much like before, she pulled away.

“As lovely as your kisses are, and as worth it that it was, I think we’ve contaminated this hot tub.” She joked, beginning to stand. Trevor frowned, his eyebrows furrowing, and his hand not leaving hers.

She raised her eyebrows, as if to say “I wasn’t done”, and so he beckoned for her to continue.

“But, as I was saying, you’re staying here, right?” He nodded. She smiled, shrugging.

“Then you still have a shower and a bed to contaminate too.”

Trevor grinned, standing up and getting out of the hot tub, pulling her out of the water completely. She shrieked and tugged her knees up, her hand coming to grasp at Z’s forearm. He spun her around twice before setting her down, pulling her to his chest. Trevor Zegras had found his match.

“I like the way you think, lady.”

FIN.

hopefully that was good LOL, btw idk if u’ve ever seen shoresey, but this is reminding me too much of that whole “sanguinet got a squeezer from your sweetie of the side of a party island in wasaga beach, buddy.” LMFAOO iykyk.

anyway hope u enjoyed, rb if u did! love u, go take an electronics break and hydrate and eat some protein. mwah, bye <3

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Enchanted— Jamie Drysdale

request: “hello hello could i mayhaps request some jamie drysdale fluff to enchanted by taylor swift 🫶 “ by @whourfeyrac

warnings: drinking, taking shots, a few swears, mentions of making out, kissing, fluffy fluff fluff

word count: ~1.9k

there i was again tonight

forcing laughter faking smiles

same old tired, lonely place

you were not particularly excited to be in a bar right now. you weren’t in the mood, you hardly ever were, but sometimes when you faked a good time it turns into one.

you’d much rather be home, under your favorite blanket, watching Robin on how i met your mother obsess over the vancouver canucks and think “same. same, robin.”

but nope, your amazing best friend Anna decided it was a “put on your hottest outfit and go out” night. and you were going to murder her. politely because you love her, but murder nonetheless.

“y/n do a shot with me!” Anna shouted with glee.

“i can’t take shots without gagging you know that,” you sighed.

“ah yes, but this is a mixed shot. a cocktail shot if you will. it’s called a cement mixer, it’s got bailey’s, lime juice, and vodka and then it’s mixed to be kinda foamy and you take it immediately and it sounds gross but it’s really good, i promise!” she was practically begging at this point. you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile at her, and caved.

turns out, it was in fact very good and you have had three of them over a span of 45 minutes. and you have been gifted with being a lightweight, so those shots got you decently buzzed.

walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

vanished when I saw your face

you quickly sobered up when you spotted a brunette boy across the bar. he was sitting a table with a couple of other guys and he had a mesmerizing laugh. he looked so good in a backwards hat and it was like sophie’s choice as to rather you want him to keep it on or take it off for you to get a better look at his locks.

“Anna Anna Anna Anna,” you repeatedly hit your friend each time you said her name.

“what?” she laughed.

“look at him!”

“there’s like four guys at that table which one are you talk-“

“holy fuck almighty he’s looking at me!”

your eyes whispered, "have we met?"

'cross the room your silhouette

starts to make its way to me

“looks like he’s bringing a friend,” Anna smirked.

“you can have him,” you quickly whispered to her as the two boys got closer.

“why hello boys, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Anna said playfully, putting her elbow on the table and resting her head in her palm.

“Jamie here caught this one’s eye and just had to come over,” the guy’s, or apparently Jamie’s, friend said. you were the “this one” in question.

“well that’s good, ‘cause i got physically abused by y/n over how good she says he looks,” Anna grinned at the friend. “let’s leave them, shall we?”

Jamie’s friend took Anna’s arm and allowed Jamie to take her seat across from you.

the playful conversation starts

counter all your quick remarks

like passing notes in secrecy

“physically abused her, huh?” Jamie grinned.

“if you would’ve smiled at me, i probably would’ve socked her,” you joked, and felt yourself heating up when he barked out a laugh.

“i can’t decide if i wish that happened or not.”

“guess we’ll never know,” you tutted playfully.

the more you two talked and joked and got to know each other, the more you wanted. but the night was closing, final call was in ten minutes, and yet it felt as if no time had past at all. he made you feel comfortable, and you never wanted to stop hearing his voice.

and it was enchanting to meet you

all i can say is, i was enchanted to meet you

“did you two kids have fun?” Jamie’s friend, Trevor you learned, asked as he threw his arm around Jamie’s shoulders. you looked over at Anna and saw that dopey look on her face she gets whenever she makes out with somebody.

“we did. did you?” you smirked at Anna who gave you a cheeky grin, “very much so.”

as Jamie was listening to Trevor and Anna speak, you quickly wrote your number on a napkin and hid it under your arm.

“our chariot has arrived outside my love,” Anna said to you in a posh voice. “alas, we must part kind sirs. i do hope we meet again sometime.”

“us too,” Jamie laughed.

you slid over the napkin to him nonchalantly as you stood to walk out with Anna, bidding your own farewells.

the night is sparkling, don't you let it go

i’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

i’ll spend forever wondering if you knew

i was enchanted to meet you

“how did you talk to him all night and not kiss him?!” Anna asked you when you two settled in your bedroom.

“i don’t know, but i didn’t really want to. i mean, i do, i really, really do— but he… i don’t know how to explain it. it was… enchanting. i got lost in his voice, and his eyes, and i never wanted to stop listening to his laugh. did you know they play hockey? i wanna to watch them, i wanna see how he moves on the ice, i wanna be his biggest fan.”

“ms. wonderstruck i think you already are,” Anna laughed. “i kinda wanna see them play too, but alas, sleep yearns for me.”

“do you ever plan on speaking normally again?” you giggled.

“haven’t decided yet. i bid thee goodnight!”

“goodnight!”

the lingering question kept me up

2 AM, who do you love?

i wonder 'til i’m wide awake

and now i’m pacing back and forth

wishing you were at my door

i’d open up and you would say, "hey"

Jamie would not leave your mind. at some point in the night, your spiraling thoughts ceased and sleep was granted to you. but your thoughts of Jamie still crept their way into your dreams. you dreamt of being in a relationship with him, you dreamt of kissing him, relishing in the taste of him. you never wanted to wake up and find that none of it was true.

this is me praying that

this was the very first page

not where the story line ends

my thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

your ringer was still on from last night in case you and Anna got (not purposely) separated from each other, so your very loud text tone woke you up.

it was an unknown number, but the name that was signed at the end of the text brought a huge smile to your face.

‘good morning :) i had a great time last night, and just wanted to tell you i have morning skate soon and that i did not throw away your number and will not be ignoring you. in fact, my goal to talk to you at all times of the day until you’re sick of me. hope you slept good! ~Jamie’

he is the cutest boy to ever cute and you decided on blue and purple as your wedding colors and Anna will give the best maid of honor speech and Jamie will look so good you’ll want to kiss him and hit him for looking too damn good at your wedding ceremony.

Anna bursting through your bedroom door pulled you out of your trance and scared you, making your phone fly out of your hands and land across the bed.

“good morning?!” you laughed.

“did Jamie text you?”

“yes?”

“so you know about morning skate.”

“could you move to the point faster i’m a little confused.”

“still wanna see them play?”

Anna was practically shoving you into your clothes to get you ready to leave on time to meet Jamie and Trevor outside the area to be let in before practice started. but when you got there, it was just Trevor outside.

“good morning, ladies!” Trevor beamed, dragging out the ‘oo’ sound. he hugged Anna and kissed her cheek and caught you off guard by bringing you in for a hug as well. “you miss y/n, are a surprise to Jimmy. he did not shut up about you last night!”

“Jimmy?”

“that’s what i call him, keep up.”

you and Anna sat in the middle of the seats to watch the team skate. Jamie was beautiful on the ice, and you couldn’t help but be drawn back into your thoughts as you watched.

please don't be in love with someone else

please don't have somebody waiting on you

Jamie practically ran over to you after practice when he saw you and Anna, “y/n! i didn’t know you were coming!”

“i assumed you did when Anna dragged me out of bed but apparently it was a surprise,” you smiled.

Jamie, slightly wet from his shower, hugged you, another surprise to you, “it’s a wonderful surprise. want to get lunch?”

while you hoped it would just be you and Jamie, Trevor is apparently very codependent and invited him and Anna to join. Jamie told you so, but you found it kind of cute. you’d also be codependent with Jamie if you were in his shoes, and you desperately want to be in his shoes. maybe you can share him.

lunch was fun, and hearing Jamie laugh again was music to your ears. he kept looking at you with kind eyes each time you spoke and blushed whenever you would smile at him. you never wanted the rose to fade from his cheeks.

when you left the restaurant, Jamie slipped his hand into yours and walked slowly to create some distance between you two and the other pair holding hands.

“i really like you,” he rushed out. “shit sorry that was really forward.”

“nonsense,” you giggled. “i like forward.”

he stopped you two from walking and turned to face you, “yeah?”

“yeah,” you breathed. god he looked perfect in the sunlight.

“tell me if this is too forward,” he said low. he reached to cup your cheek and brought you face up to lean down and kiss you.

it was better than you imagined. it was soft, and slow. etches of your two coffee orders lingered on both your lips, and suddenly his order was the best thing on the planet. you’d forever associate the taste of caramel coffee with him.

“not at all,” you breathed out as you parted.

“yeah?” he smiled.

“yeah,” you smiled back.

“so can i do it again?”

“you can do it whenever you want.”

the biggest grin you’ve ever seen appeared on his face when he leaned down to kiss you again.

“wooo!” you heard Anna cheer.

“that’s my boy!” Trevor clapped.

you two parted laughing at your best friends.

“you’re ruining a moment here!” Jamie shouted.

“we’re making it better!”

you rolled your eyes at them and then grabbed Jamie’s neck to bring him down again. you heard the clicks of Anna’s phone snapping pictures and couldn’t care less. this moment was yours.

so maybe, he isn’t in love with somebody else.

it was you waiting on him.

and he came.

i’ll spend forever wondering if you knew

i was enchanted to meet you

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daydreamgoddess14 · 9 months

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Support System pt. 9

Roy Kent x Reader - domestic fluff and hints of further spice to come 😍

CH1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8

MASTERLIST

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You're enjoying the hottest shower you can bear and also not looking forward to going back to your poor water pressure trickle when he taps on the door.

"Why you knocking?" You laugh over the pounding water.

"Don't want to catch you doing something you don't want me to know about, " he says with a wink. You turn the shower off and step into the towel he's holding out. "Your phones been going mad, I hope you don't mind but I wanted to check it wasn't Lexie?"

"Thank you, course I don't." You take the phone and look through the notifications. "Lots from your sister, she's seen the red carpet pictures… shit, the pictures!" You keep scrolling, reaching with your other hand to hold onto his t-shirt. He takes you hand and kisses the palm. "Ah. Here we go." You hold it up to show him. A slew of messages and missed calls from Andy.

"Fuck. What a knob. Come on, I've made tea. Do you want to read them while I get angry or the other way around?"

"Ooh we can switch and both get angry."

"Can't do that, you look really hot when you're mad and we haven't got enough time for that."

"Uhh you need talk? Jamie asked me last night if permanent concussion was a thing from all the times you've headbutted him." He holds his hands up, backing out the door.

"I deny everything." He leaves you to pull on some leggings and one of his Richmond t-shirts (no name on the back). You bounce down the stairs, your heels from the night before discarded at the bottom. Your dress had been left there too but Roy's obviously rescued it and draped it over the back of the sofa.

"Thank you for saving the dress." You tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

"It's only down here so I can put it on you again and then take it back off."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think we had time for that this morning?" You tease. You sit up on one of the barstools and he steps between your legs, holding out a piece of toast.

"We don't, but I can look at it and dream." He sneaks a kiss before passing your breakfast and moves to stand behind you.

"I see what you're doing, feed me, put me in a good mood before I have to read these stupid messages?"

"Is it working?" He kisses your neck.

"No."

"Yes," a laugh which makes you shiver.

"Fine, yes. OK, what have we got…" You unlock the phone and open Andy’s contact page. "Ready?" He nods into your shoulder.

" Now I see why you said no to getting back together. Starting tame, also he's not wrong. I'll allow it. You look like a slag in that dress. Juicy, god I haven't heard the word slag for years!" Roy growls. " I'm guessing Lexie doesn't know. She will when she wakes up. Hmm. OK. I mean, she likes you so I think we can cope with that situation. I think she'll be OK?"

"She's a fucking great kid, smart as hell. She'll be OK." He assures you.

"There's more. He must have been pretty drunk by these I think. Bet he can't even fuck you with that dodgy knee. Uhhh, better than anyone. Ever. Ever." You feel his grin against your neck. "Don't get a big head."

"Not my head." He laughs, his beard and warm breath tickling you.

"Ohhh stop doing that. Moving on. I'm sorry you dint really look like a slut. or slag. Ah, spelling and memory are becoming an issue. Oh god, he's back to sex. No idea why, he has literally zero to brag about. can't believe that wanker gets to fuck you in that dress bitch I wud fuk u better. Wow, that one is a real mess. Its the last one, I'm guessing he passed out after that because that last bit is just wishful thinking on his part."

"Didn't he have Lexie?"

"She went to his mums I think, he was going to the West Ham match."

"Good fucking job, if I find out he's getting wasted while she's with him-" You spin the seat around to face him again,

"You'll do nothing. I'll rip his dick off with my bare hands though."

"Fuck me, you're hot when you're angry."

"I should go and get her. I just need to check where from. Are you with Jamie today?"

"Yeah, but I can see him later if you want me to come with you?"

"I'll be OK. How shall we tell her? Do you want to be there?"

"Your call babe, whatever you think she'd prefer? I'd rather not scare the shit out of her."

"I'll get her and go back to mine. You could come over when you're done later if you want? If she asks me, I won't lie to her but if she doesn't, then we can tell her together? I'll cook for you for a change."

"Perfect. Do me a favour?"

"Anything."

"Wear this when you pick her up." He traces over your heart where it turns out, his name is on the shirt embroidered above the Richmond logo.

"Baby, I would turn up in a full kit with your name on the back. Knee socks included, and football boots, just to piss him off." He kisses you fiercely,

"Now you're just talking dirty to me," he mutters.

"Yep, you love it. Come on, I bet Jamie's dying for gossip and I've got to get going." You text Andy while throwing only the important things in your bag. You're sure you've left a breadcrumb trail of your belongings around the house, but you know Roy won't mind. You head out together, the walk taking you both in the same direction for much of the journey. "Did you need to do anything about the photos?"

"Nah, no point in retracting them now and you look fit so the whole world can see them for all I care."

"Including your mum."

"Including my m-, shit, yeah I'd better call her. And your parents? Are they gonna wonder what the fucks going on?"

"I'll take Lexie round that way on our way home I think. Appease them."

"Nice one. Right, this is the Tartt's palace. See you later. Good luck, don't fucking kill him without me there to watch."

"Hmm I'll try. Don't make Jamie vom, he was trying really hard not to get too drunk last night but I don't think he was very successful."

"Story of his life. Love you." You smile up at him,

"Love you too." Jamie has the door open before Roy's even hallway through the gate, waving at you. You wave back and carry on up to Andy’s mum's house. She had been largely on your side up to now, annoyed with Andy for breaking up the family and worried that she'd see less of Lexie because of it. You'd reassured her repeatedly, taken Lexie in for tea on the way home from school, picked up bits of shopping for her and gently tried to let her know that nothing had to change between them. You weren't so sure that would be the case this morning.

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Andy’s car was on the drive so you braced yourself.

"Darling girl, come in! Tea?"

"Hi Daph, yes please. I've only had time for one this morning." So far, so good.

"Sore head?" She asked knowingly.

"Not too bad. I suspect someone else is more hungover than me."

"You're not wrong. Did he give you crap?"

"A bit. How was Lex?"

"Oh golden, we had a lovely night. She's none the wiser by the way." She leads you from your hushed conversation in the hallway to her kitchen where Lexie sat eating breakfast and Andy hovered with a coffee in hand.

"Morning poppet, did you have a good night with Gran?"

"Yeah, we watched the new Matilda film!"

"And she hasn't stopped singing the songs yet!" Lexie grinned at her Gran.

"Show me later. Did you do your homework with Dad?" She nodded through a mouthful of cereal. Andy had yet to acknowledge you so far. "Shall we pop and see Nanny and Pop-pop on the way home?" Her face lights up, Andy grunts from the corner of the room.

"Something to tell the folks eh?"

"Nothing we haven't already talked about." You quickly come up with the white lie. You don't want him to have the satisfaction that you're on clean up duty today. Lexie finishes her breakfast, puts her bowl in the sink and gives Daph a big hug.

"Thank you Gran."

"Anytime pickle. Have a lovely week at school."

"And bye to Dad?" You prompt her, finishing your tea. You manage to leave without being cornered by Andy, it's pretty clear that his mum has told him to keep his mouth shut, so the short distance to your parents is a happy one. Your dad is already in the garden checking his plants and you can see your mum in the kitchen window beaming at Lexie. "Morning!" You call out, Lexie runs straight in so you go to your dad first. "Hiya dad."

"Morning poppet," the same nickname you use for Lexie makes you smile. "Saw the paper."

"Hmm I thought you might have."

"Isn't he an almighty arsehole? I saw him on Sky Sports news, proper miserable bugger." You laugh at your dad's straight to the point question.

"I still need to talk to Lexie, so I can't really talk about it too much, but he's so lovely dad. He's a grumpy fucker but he loves me, and Lexie too. It's early days, but he makes me very happy." Your dad stays quiet, just a grunt of acknowledgement.

"I'll see about that. You'll bring him?"

"Soon, let's get the season finished first. It's a busy couple of weeks."

"Any luck on the job front?"

"Not yet."

"I hope you're not planning on just letting him support you? I didn't raise you like that."

"Dad! Course I'm not!" It stings a bit that he'd even ask that. You leave him to his tomato plants and go in to your mum.

"Morning, love. Good night?"

"Yeah, thank you." Lexie is distracted by the baking your mum has already started, "you're not going to ask if I'm in it for the money as well are you?" Your mum laughs,

"Don't be daft. Nice t-shirt," she notes. "Does the situation make you happy?" She asks cryptically for Lexie's benefit.

"Very."

"Well that's enough for me for now. More details to follow though please. And you looked beautiful, my sweetheart."

"Thank you."

"He's very handsome. The only reason I'd put up with your dad watching Sky Sports news, really. Don't tell him I said that."

"I'm not telling either of them. Don't want him leaving me for my hot mum!" You stay long enough for Lexie the bottomless pit to have one of your mums famed apple muffins and pack up a couple to take for Roy, thankful that they can't ask too much with Lexie around. You plan to walk home via the park so text Sara who meets you with Phoebe.

"How did the parental rounds go? Roy called this morning, said you'd have to deal with Andy's mum as well?"

"The mums are fine, I think. Turns out he's got a good fanbase in older women."

"Oh that'll be his yoga women theory rumbled then. So confident they have no idea who he is! Like their husbands aren't all glued to weekend football."

"My dad asked if I was a golddigger."

"Ouch, rude!"

"Just making sure I'm not throwing my career away."

"What career?" She sniggers.

"Oi, cheek!"

"You looked so great together last night. The pictures were amazing."

"It didn't even cross my mind that they'd get attention like that. I wasn't expecting damage control this morning, or to have to tell those two so soon." You look over at where the girls are playing.

"Phebs hasn't mentioned it yet, but it won't take long. You haven't got to see the playground parents tomorrow have you? That'll be fun, they love a bit of extracurricular shagging!"

"No, she's at breakfast club thankfully! I'm going to tell her this afternoon."

"Good idea, gotta do it before anyone else can." You say goodbye with plans to watch the following week's Man City game together with the girls and to catch up in the week at school.

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You're considering tackling the mountain of washing and more job applications when the front door knocks. Lexie, who's been quiet all morning, jumps up to open it. You can just about see the front door from the kitchen, so the first thing you see is Roy handing Lexie a bunch of pink tulips.

"For me?" She squeaks, "really?"

"Is that OK?"

"Only mum has ever brought me flowers before! Mum! Roy brought me flowers!" She rushes in to show you, shaking the bunch in her little fist.

"Oh honey, they're beautiful! Shall I help you put them in water?"

"Can you do it? I'm making friendship bracelets."

"'Scuse me?"

"Pleaseee?"

"That's better, yes, I can do that for you." She puts the flowers on the table and runs back to the living room, high fiving Roy on the way past. "Someone is on the charm offensive."

"Oh big time," he pulled another bunch from behind his back, peonies.

"How did you know?"

"Dunno what you're talking about." He checked the door before kissing you lightly, you cock your head to one side, "alright yeah, Lexie told me last week when you were out shopping with Sar."

"I knew you were a softy really."

"Only for you, don't get destroying my fucking tough man image."

"I wouldn't dream of it. I like that side too. Did you make Jamie vomit?"

"Unfortunately no. Did you kill anyone?"

"Unfortunately no. Bad mornings all round." He hasn't moved from your side yet and keeps looking to the door. "I think you're safe. She's making Richmond coloured bracelets for the match, we're watching with your mum and sister."

"So I've heard, means I'd better tell my mum about you then." At the knowledge that you shouldn't be interrupted for a few moments, he takes the opportunity to crowd you against the counter and really kiss you. You tilt your head to give you both better access and he sweeps his tongue over your bottom lip before biting it. The small gesture sends a wave of pleasure through your body and your hands go to the hem of his t-shirt of their own accord. You slide them just underneath enough to feel the warm skin on his stomach. The lightest scratch of your nails so close to the waistband of his jeans makes him growl into the kiss. "I've got to stop," he groans, pulling away from you. You can't help the desperate, needy moan at the loss of contact, and the look he gives you from that sound alone is enough to leave you trembling. You take a second to get your breath back and go back to sorting out the flowers. "Has she asked?" He questions once it feels safe enough to talk again.

"Not yet. I'm going to go and talk to her, you're welcome to come with me?" He squeezes your hand reassuringly but makes sure to let it go once you're in the living room. "Hey, Lex? I need to tell you some that you might end up hearing about from someone else, I wanted to be able to tell you first though?" She sits up and starts measuring your wrist for a friendship bracelet.

"Is it about Roy?"

"Uhh yeah, how did you know?" She shrugs,

"He's here. And he brought flowers." You nod,

"Right, of course. Yeah, it's about Roy. He asked me out to a fancy party last night. You might see some pictures of us-"

"Have you got them, can I see now?"

"Sure, I just need to get my phone." You're about to stand when Roy passes you his phone instead, and you see the lockscreen is one of the pictures from the night before. You hold it out to her,

"You guys look so cute." Roy grunts at being called 'cute', "It's true!" She says, taking up his wrist to measure him for a bracelet. "So he's like, your boyfriend?" You steal a quick look at him, his eyebrows raise in anticipation of your answer.

"Yeah. Is that ok?" Lexie shrugs,

"Sure, you're cooler than dad's new girlfriend but they broke up already. And now I get to meet footballers and hang out with Phoebe even more. She said we could be cousins and I told her I didn't have any so she said we should definitely do that. Can we?"

"Let's ummm… cousins is a very big step for you both. You really need to make sure you're ready so just slow down a bit there." Roy is sniggering at the big deal you've made cousins out to be, but Lexie is having none of it.

"Mum, I think we'd be OK. We're nearly 9. We're not babies. I think you should just be brave and let us do it."

"Thanks for that input bunny, I'll take the cousins thing super seriously, ok?" She accepts your suggestion and thankfully drops the conversation. In the safety of the kitchen, you lean into him and let his arms wrap around you. "That was so scary. Why are 8 year olds so fucking terrifying?!"

"You were the shit, I fucking loved that." He laughs, his chest rumbling against yours. You stand together until Roy's phone rings and disturbs you. "It's Phoebe. Alright love?" He asks her. You can hear the squeal through the phone but can't make out what she's actually saying. You move away from Roy and give him a big thumbs up and a: you got this ! He doesn't look convinced, despite you only just telling him how scary it was. You can only hear his side of the call. "Nan saw the pictures? Yeah it was a fucking great dress. Yeah alright, I owe you. Worth it. No, this doesn't mean you're cousins now. You can be cousins when I tell you so. Cos it'll be up to me! Phoebe, put nan on the phone. Mum? Yeah she's OK. I'll come and see you tomorrow. I will, love you." He hangs up and you wait. "Phoebe is suddenly obsessed with cousins and mum wanted to check you were ok." You smile,

"I think that went well then. All the mums are on board, all the kids, I'm claiming the win."

You cooked dinner, as promised and let Lexie watch a film with Roy afterwards while you packed her school bag and your work things. He left at her bedtime, leaving you with a kiss at the door.

"Maybe Roy could have a sleepover next time, mum," she said halfway to sleep, "but you can't steal all the covers or he'll get cold."

"Thanks poppet, I'll make sure I don't steal the covers."

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#ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fic #roy kent #roy kent imagine #roy kent smut #roy kent x reader #roy kent x you #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent fluff #roy kent fic

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futurecorps3 · 11 months

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hi!! just saw your ‘james x busty reader’ and i was wondering if you could do the opposite? so maybe the reader struggles with confidence because she’s not as curvy as others? totally okay if not, thank you!!<3

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Masterlist<3

MINORS STAY AWAY I'LL BLOCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, THIS IS +18!!!

See also… All marauders versions in my marauders masterlist<3

-So. Much. Reassurance.

-Always there for you if you get insecure!

-Listen, the marauders are known for being players and it's natural to question why he'd be with you when he could have any other girl with curves who fits the beauty standard

-In sex, he's always whispering things like

-"You're so pretty baby" or or "Mine, all mine" <3

-It helps quite a lot! He knows exactly what to say when you're feeling down.

-Avoids you negative talking about your body or comparing because he wants you to know you're the hottest girl he has ever seen and he loves you no matter what, just like you love him

-That's all that matters to him, babe

-He also buys you so many pretty tops!!!

-You know those sweaters that have a string or button that joins the two sides only on top and your belly is showing!? He loves seeing you in those yeah

-Gets all flustered when you wear his Quidditch jersey, oh god

-YES LINGERIE!!!

-You were a bit adamant about wearing it in the first place, but you can't resist that boy's smile

-So he took you shopping and bought white, black and y/f/c sets! You got confident as time went by and as you saw the boner he was now sporting<3

-They didn't last long, he broke them as soon as they were used

-"M'sorry baby! I'll buy you ten more of each, I promise." James says with that dorky smile of his, forcing you into a hug you're playfully denying. "Eleven more," you giggle. "We'll get a thousand for all I care".

-Now, people can be mean.

-He's always confronting anyone who makes comments about you guys' relationship, how he could do better and crappy shit like that

-"And how is that any of your fucking business? My girl's the loveliest girl on earth, so keep your mouth fucking shut or I'll have to for you"

-He's hot when he's mad and you appreciate that very much hehe

-The boys are so caring too! Death stares at anyone who makes comments about your body or your relationship with their best friend

-He likes small boobs sm bro <3 sucking on them, kneading them and seeing them perk up all pretty

-Pads has walked in on you guys too yeah

-For Jamie, boobs are boobs.

-He loves them all equally, and he loves you<3

#james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter fluff #james potter #james potter headcanon #harry potter marauders #marauders x reader #marauders fic #marauders smut #the marauders #marauders era #marauders #harry potter fanfiction

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roalinda · 9 months

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i like how in books Sirius is described as handsome (so often it's a memeXD), Lily as very pretty - and James doesn't get those adjectives. BUT even in two and half flashbacks he has James is magnetic. He commands attention and situation, draws Sirius in and both pushes/pulls Lily. I'm living for James' charisma that got him two hottest people of that time XD

You are so right anon 😆

We have Sirius - effortlessly handsome - Black and Lily - very pretty - Evans which both are into James - arrogant toerag, the big quidditch hero - Potter. Their triangle is very interesting no matter how you look at it. Romantic Jily + platonic prongsfoot? Romantic Jily + romantic prongsfoot? Platonic jilypad? Romantic jilypad? All of them work absolutely well even what little we have in canon.

Personally, I view James attractive, but a kind of attractive that depends on taste, unlike Sirius who if there is one thing wizards and muggles agree upon, is his handsomeness.

James looks like Harry ( well, Harry looks like James but anyway) minus the eyes and shape of his nose. I was re-reading the books the other day and the shape of Harry's eyes is different from James' as well, not just the color. I think that makes a huge difference, because eyes can have a huge effect on features and the expression a person gives.

Personally, I think James had won Lily's heart way earlier than seventh year, before the lake accident. We saw it how she blushed when talking about him with Snape. Girl was so gone on him. 😆 and in Sirius' case? I think James was gone on Sirius first. Like he saw a cool boy who grinned and didn't take offense about Slytherin and backed him up and our baby boy Jamie who was a well-adored yet sheltered only child found his soul mate in an instant.

Despite him being an arrogant toerag (I wonder if Lily still calls him that after their marriage , I think she does when she is angry xD ) , everyone seems to like him. He has a certain charisma, I wholeheartedly agree, but I am not fond of James Potter is the sun HC. He has dark parts and if the comparison is with the sun, I believe a shiny sun yet one which eclipses too many times is a better metaphor, at least to me. If you ask me, this is what had drawn Sirius in. Sirius doesn't thrive in morality. This certain darkness is something private to James and him.

So, I think the two words you mentioned, magnetic and charismatic, describes the type of James' attractiveness (not physically) to Lily and Sirius. To Lily, he is charismatic and subdues his dark parts. To Sirius, he is magnetic, he lets himself go and I absolutely think that James is like a scale with Sirius and Lily by his two sides, balancing him.

Thank you for the ask anon ♡ I loved it ♡

#asks #james potter #sirius black #Lily Evans #Prongsfoot #Jily #Jilypad

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abubblingcandle · 4 months

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🌹🌹 roses for you!

Muchly appriciated. Focus today has been on Ch3 of Where the Hell is the Karma? which I don't really want to share any of because it should be up tomorrow (you know when I said it was nearly done at 3600 words ... it's now 7000 lol), and A Treatment Room Doors Moment because I'm having a kick of inspiration for it. So hears a little bit from Ch5 of ATRDM

“How about this Pheebs? We find Uncle Roy a nice café and get him some ice cream and you tell me all about your season so far while queueing for that Spongebob ride so we don’t have to take your bag with us?” Jamie grinned, bending down to Phoebe’s height to discuss with her. “I can fucking ride the Spongebob ride,” Roy growled. “But wouldn’t it be nicer to have ice cream instead of having to queue with loads of ew, children,” Jamie replied in his best talking to a child voice and Phoebe giggled. “I can fucking ride the Spongebob ride,” Roy repeated, gritting his teeth to try and not lash out at Jamie. Jamie sighed, worrying his lip and staring at the floor. “Mind giving me and your uncle a moment Pheebs. How about you grab that bench for us?” Jamie’s forced smile returned and Phoebe nodded, running to claim a seat before someone else grabbed it. Jamie gave her a little nod before turning to face Roy, smile still plastered on his face. “What the fuck are you doing Roy?” he hissed through clenched teeth. “What the fuck are you doing trying to sideline me?” Roy snapped. “You can barely walk you twat. I know you should be on crutches right now but chose not to start a fight about that. We’ve been on our feet most of the day. Every time you walk up stairs the noise makes me want to vomit. I’m trying to save your leg and also your mood. That queue is fucking long. Just sit down, read a book and eat some ice cream instead of suffering for literally no fucking reason. Fucking idiot,” Jamie ranted. “My knee is fine. I got that damn surgery so that I could do things with Phoebe, so that she wouldn’t have to not do things because of my injuries anymore,” Roy grunted. “Great, well done you for making one sensible choice in the last god knows how long but one, Phoebe isn’t missing out because the hottest footballer in the prem is going to take her on whatever rides she wants and buy her so much sugar because he doesn’t have to witness the consequences. Two, if you fuck up your knee more by being a stubborn little shit then you are just going to miss out on more in the future,” Jamie stated, counting his points on his fingers. Roy had to do the one thing that he hated more than anything else in the world … admit that Jamie had a point.

#candle writes #ted lasso fanfic #jamie tartt #roy kent #atrdm tag #rose snippets

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sc0tters · 4 months

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Winning Start ☆ The BC Girls Take On Sweden

When the girls were waiting for their boys they actually had Ivy and Bailey on FaceTime so they could all unbox the game together “is J okay?” Ivy brought up the question that had plagued her mind all day.

Lillian nodded as she smiled “got a broken tooth but I don’t think that guy will be okay if Jamie sees him again.” If she hadn’t been dazed by the hit she would have gone to hit him “Gabe almost did it for us.” Ryan had to get in between Gabe and the other guy when he saw him go for a punch.

The girls were all surprised by it but they figured they would just ask Jamie about it later “Bails there he is!” Ava smiled as she flipped the phone around letting Will’s face light up when he saw Max and Bailey sat together and their son was in his BC merch that the boys got him when he was born “hey buddy!” Will cheered taking the phone from the girl so he could talk to the duo. They literally spoke every day but Will found himself missing Bailey to the point where he wished she came with to Sweden.

Jacob did the same with Lillian’s phone when he saw Ivy curled up in his hoodie “miss you sweets.” His voice was soft as he could see how tired she was since the game was at 8 for her but she was up at 5 sending Jacob messages “why don’t you go back to sleep and we can talk later?” He proposed with a shrug not wanting to see her go but she could barely keep her eyes open as she nodded “love you.” She mumbled not noticing that it was the first time she said it to him.

Ryan was out next and he went straight for Ava who cheered as she saw him “you played so well!” She cupped his cheeks so she could peck his lips “nope baby I want more than that.” Ryan shook his head making her laugh as he kissed her properly “now that’s more like it.” He pointed out pecking her lips once more just because he wanted to.

Last was Cutter who Lillian swore was the hottest man alive in that moment as he looked at her with his hair all sweaty sticking to his face “cat got your tongue?” He teased seeing how she stared up at him “no but you sure as hell do.” Lillian blurted out making him laugh “note to self, wet hair is the way to go when you’re dating you.” Cutter pulled her into a hug before he kissed her lips too.

Jamie found herself skipping out on the coaches speech at the end of the game because she was in with the medical staff who tried to not laugh at the fact that she had chipped her tooth. One of the Norwegian players shoulder charged her mouth and as her mouth guard wasn’t in properly it meant she lost half her tooth “this isn’t funny!” She complained hearing the giggles that that come the staff as they booked her an appointment with the dentist on their off day.

Jamie wanted to cry as she stared at it in the mirror running her tongue where part of the tooth once was “if you’ve come to laugh go away.” She lisped seeing Gabe in the reflection of her mirror “wanted to check on you.” His voice was soft as the medical team left the room as they needed to start moving their equipment back to the bus “let me see the damage.” Gabe sighed as he sat on the chair next to her.

Her smile was half assed as she showed him her tooth “it’s kind of cute on you.” Gabe joked making her laugh “you think I could still get laid without it?” Jamie was getting it fixed regardless of what he said.” The boy nodded “I’d still sleep with you toothless.” The new nickname had her reaching out to hit him “Ga-vin?” Jamie turned her head to see the Umich player stood looking at them.

Gavin stood there awkwardly as Gabe’s mood changed “I just wanted to come and check if you were okay.” He explained with a smile “yeah it’s a fun little memory.” Jamie shrugged as she watched him rake his fingers through his hair “think the girls want to talk to you J.” Gabe couldn’t help but smirk as she nodded when he placed his hand on her back ushering her out of there.

#the BC girls take on Sweden!#anons talk aus

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toomuchracket · 11 months

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i can’t stop thinking about showing up at d word matty’s place one sunday after a long week of work, hence not seeing each other, wearing nothing but his trench coat (he left it at your place a week ago so you know…just returning the coat ;)) and a pair of sexy lingerie he bought for you…😩

or!! maybe casually texting through out the day and finally around 9pm matty being like ”i’ll be there in 10. wear something hot.” and as the cheeky little slut you are you’re waiting him on the sofa wearing full winter gear sweating your skin off. once matty arrives he looks at you like ??! but finds it extremely funny at the same time and once he starts to undress you he’s happily surprised to see that you’re fully naked underneath

oh hell yeah. the boys are almost finished the next album, so they've been at the studio non-stop, so you've been basically running the label while jamie's been with them (matty fought for it to be the other way around but you and everyone else was like "no we actually need to work" lol) - sunday is the first day you're both free, and you rock up at matty's at a ridiculously early time in the morning with your overnight bag so you can spend as much time as possible together. but he's awake, because he's missed you so much, and he's a little surprised when you show up wearing his coat but he's like "you look so cute baby lol it's so long on you!". and you smirk and you say "i look cute, is that right?", and matty's like "yeah why are you smiling like that OH MY FUCKING GOD"; while he's talking, you unbutton the coat and shrug it off, so you're left standing in your boyfriend's hallway in a dark red lace set you guys ordered ages ago. and you do a little twirl and lean pose-y against the wall, giggling at matty's jaw on the floor, before you say "still cute?" - matty blinks a few times and says "i mean, you're always cute, but right now you're also the sexiest thing i've ever seen in my life", and you wander over to him and kiss him and say all sultry "i can also be the sexiest thing you've ever fucked in your life, if you like". and matty's like "you literally do not have to tell me twice" before carrying you to bed and fucking you within an inch of your life to thank you.

and i think the second scenario is on a similar vibe - you and matty have been sexting a little in anticipation of him coming over for a Reunion that night, and he specifically requests you wear the hottest thing you own "so i can admire how gorgeous you are before i make you cum multiple times" lol. you're ready early, in some newly-purchased sheer black thing that you know matty's never seen, and you get an idea to do your own bit; you chuck a christmas jumper over the lingerie, but you pose all sexy on the couch in it when you hear matty unlock the door to your flat. and bless him he's baffled when he sees you, like "sweetheart angel baby love WHY are you wearing a jumper it's literally june- OH it's because i said hottest thing. haha, you got me!" but like genuinely laughing at your bit. and you kiss him sweetly and say "just think of me as an early christmas present that you get to unwrap; matty's like "oh?" as he pulls the jumper over your head, and then he's like "jesus CHRIST this really is the hottest lingerie you own. FUCK me", and you're like "other way around, no?". and matty's like "oh, absolutely" and then i think it proceeds like the end of the above scenario too lol <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #smutty asks #d word matty

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dauntingday · 3 months

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top 15 tv shows (in no particular order except i did number them bc otherwise i would forget to do 15)( love u @soleadita and fuck with the icon change immensely)

crashing (2016) call me marissa cooper the way i am ruthlessly stealing this pick but yeah it's. it's insane and fantastic and terrible and beautiful and so much happens so fast but its so so important to me

inside job (it's gross and weird and funny and sad and it's one of the only times i was genuinely upset when i heard about a show being cancelled)

young justice (pointing at an on fire garbage can - this is my son and i love him)

gilmore girls (comfort media of all time what else do you need)

bob's burgers (similar to the above it's very i am falling asleep to the weird bisexual man who is a mess at all times except for how much he loves his family)

fleabag (why yes i have a perfectly normal relationship with the catholic church and the concept of being truly known. why would you ask. and yeah i real life cried)

yuri on ice (idk if anime counts but fuck around and find out this is My List (tm)) ((it's beautiful and soft and lovely and sad and stressful and i listened to the instrumental track so many times it was on my spotify top songs. it's literally just a piano and a boy with a dream and i have wept about it))

given (it's the first anime i ever watched all the way through which in retrospect, fucking insane way to come out of the gate. as a Band Kid (tm) who wanted to be a theater kid but was bad at speaking in front of groups of people, this show did a lot to my psyche in the best way possible)

will (enough with the tears its time for something almost embarrassingly niche. in 2017 TNT had a drama series about william shakespeare and to this day it remains one of the greatest things ive ever seen. jamie campell bower plays the sluttiest version of christopher marlowe you've ever seen in your life. it's chaotic and ridiculous and i absolutely adore it. i have no idea where to find it im pretty sure they want us to forget it exists but i cant)

numb3rs (silly little show about a nervous man who solves murder with the power of math and being a pathetic little wife guy to the hottest woman ive ever seen. theres an episode about trains that i think rewired something in my brain)

white collar (look at me. obviously im a white collar guy. come on now)

invincible (i think ive seen the pilot episode like 4 times. i genuinely think it redefined to me what superhero media could be. oh i adore it more than anything. it's only 9 because i haven't seen season 2 yet but holy shit. holy shit. media of all time. if you want to know me fundamentally and wholly please watch the pilot. i'll watch it again anytime im not kidding)

teen titans (cherished childhood media of all time. only group of people who have ever understood dick grayson)

bridgerton season 2 (i'm bias on account of just finishing it yesterday but holy shit two people have never been in love like they are in love)

the flash (cw) (im sorry to both my mother and god for this one but unfortunately i don't have taste and also it's the reason i started caring about dc in the first place which is the reason i got back on tumblr and met all the cherished gay people in my telephone so yeah. barry allen's allowed to be cringe as fuck i owe him everything)

leo already tagged everyone i know on here but if u see this pls do it and @ me im nosy

#btw if i think about how many of these i've seen with and/or because of the gayest person in my telephone i will start crying again #been thinking about richard gansey too long now im emotionally compromised #i love you fucking freaks so much what the fuck #anyway watch crashing. i think thats the main takeaway

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oh-surprise-its-me · 8 months

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Roy/Jamie prompt: Jamie wants to try wax play on himself since he doesn’t want Roy to have to deal with getting wax out of his famous chest hair. Roy is apprehensive because he doesn’t want to mess up and seriously injure his boyfriend. Then go slow, Jamie laying in his front with Roy pouring on his back. It’s this new, intimate experience between then, with Roy getting bolt enough to write his name over Jamie’s back in wax, laying claim. Jamie fucking loves it.

Screaming. I’ll do my absolute best. (Know that I got this info off google and a tiny itty bitty small amount of personal experience.)

Roy does his research, how could he not. He knows how badly this could hurt Jamie. He’s planning on not having up any of the Dom/Sub they normally have.

He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been curious about this. The way Jamie moans in the hottest shower in the world. The way last summer when they were off and Roy bit his name into Jamie the way he reacted every time he saw himself in the mirror.

It mixes the perfect amounts of pain with pleasure.

Jamie is still blissed out on the bed. Roy’s gotten the wax rubbed onto him. He used a lotion wax this time. He’s thinking about a hard wax next time if Jamie liked this as much as Roy thinks he does.

Everything went to plan except that Jamie dropped sooner then he expected. Still verbal but the empty look in his eyes Roy knows so well. He’s stills bit down. Roy starts the process of bringing Jamie back.

He pulls Jamie into his lap, starts kissing and petting at him. Jamie makes a small noise “tickles stop it.”

Roy laughs. “Come back to me baby come on.”

Jamie smacks him. He leans up to kiss Roy.

A few minutes pass. “Okay I’m back. You wanna talk or can I convince you to do something else first?”

Roy kisses his neck again, “it’s your choice do whatever you want.”

“Summary, I loved it. I dropped way faster then I expected. You were super hot. Loved the lotion thing. The massage was fabulous. Good?”

“I agree with all of that. Scared the hell outta me to drop that wax onto you.”

Jamie nods. “You did great.”

“Go on what’s the other thing do you want.”

Jamie wiggles, he goes up and straddles Roy. “I want you to fuck me. Slow. Right now. Full contact.”

It’s Roy’s turn to shiver. “You sure?” “Positive.”

Roy flips them, he starts by kissing, he could kiss Jamie forever.

He thinks he’ll start with with kissing him until he can’t breathe.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #royjamie #jamie tartt x roy kent #roy kent x jamie tartt #thanks for the ask !!#this is not advice good lord not a guide

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Okayy i love the idea you have for George being like the main producer famous guy cus I wouldn't feel right to replace Matty with someone else

right?? trying to figure out where this faux-75 would be style/music wise without matty kind of spins me in circles so i decided on instrumental/ambient/session musicians with producer george coming through for us (thank GOD)

and the other guys in the band (including jamie don't you worry!) are also definitely going to be Known, but i was envisioning george being the Face/one who speaks during interviews (lol). he'd have to go to all these annoying music award shows or networking dinners and every time he drags his feet and rolls his eyes because this is not why he got into music. so he stands at the door, letting his head hang back as he bemoans the entire evening he has to spend with people he doesn't know, while matty stands beside him with his floral ceramic cup (that he takes with him everywhere: classroom to his apt to george's house... emotional support tea cup don't ask questions lol) and the jumper george was wearing before he had to get dressed in his suit, smiling and telling him to have a good time. and george says he can't if matty's not there...

pop music's hottest up-and-coming producer miserable at an awards function because he misses hearing his boyfriend complain about certain interpretations of the iliad? in my fics? more likely than you think babes!!! i hope ur excited bc i am :))

#also don't worry he's got his earring on with the suit anon i didn't forget i DIDN'T FORGET #also i think it's going to be george's pov so it won't be Regular Person being starstruck by george or the band #it's just going to be george being so enamored with this chance-encounter guy that works with his friend...#also i'm not trimming any of matty's Personal Lore he is going to be Just As Matty it doesn't matter than he's in academia #academia has all the freaks LET ME TELL YOU so he's fine no need to adjust #producer george and TA matty fic #asks #answered

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Living on the Edge

Pairing: Cash Wheeler x Reader

Prompt: "I think you forgot to lock the door. That means anyone could walk right in and see you like this."

Warnings: smut

WC: 927

Everything had happened fairly quickly backstage. You won your match, stopped by to talk to Renee about your plan going forward for Jamie Hayter's championship, and then you saw them out of the corner of your eye. Cash and Dax had once been great friends of yours, but then Cash Wheeler had shattered your heart. You told yourself that you hated them both because of it. Dax was technically an innocent party in all of this, but he had stuck by Cash's side through it all. The three of you had once been thick as thieves, but now you couldn't stand the sight of Cash. Whenever you signed with AEW, you had assumed that you were over him, but as you stood in front of him with your blood boiling now, you realized that wasn't true.

Cash breaking your heart wasn't what bothered you about seeing him. No, you were over that part of it. The part that bothered you was that you wanted him. You wanted Cash so badly that you were physically starting to hurt. It wasn't fair that Cash could move on and live his life while you were stuck with your feelings. You wanted to be free. It had been several years since the two of you had been close to each other. The worst of your apparent arousal from being around Cash came when he looked at you from across the room.

It had been like a movie moment, and everything that followed felt that way as well. You had chased after Cash as he led you away from everybody else. He led you away from everybody else to a place where you could, momentarily, be all his. Cash grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his arms. There was half a second where you wondered whether Cash would kiss you or shout at you, and then Cash's lips were on yours. The two of you were both tugging at each other, desperately trying to get closer. You didn't think you had ever experienced more intensity with anybody else before.

"Turn around," Cash grumbled as he broke the kiss. You had never been spoken to like that before, not by him at least. You definitely hadn't liked it as much coming from anybody else. Cash could see the look of defiance in your eyes, but quickly stomped it out as he grabbed you by the hips and spun you around himself. Cash pinned you to the wall and pressed his hips up against you from behind. "I thought you said that this wasn't the place for you. You'd go back to Hunter before you gave this place a shot."

"Not everything goes according to plan," you told him. Cash unbuckled his belt and pulled it out from the loops of his jeans. You glanced behind you to see him squeezing his bulge as he stared at your ass. "I tried staying away from you, but look where that got me."

"Do you want this?" Cash asked you. His entire demeanor had changed for a moment. Cash became much softer than he had been moments before. Upon hearing your confirmation, Cash went right back to the way he had been before. He grabbed you by the hips again and pulled your ass back to rub against him once more. "I'm not going to fuck you Y/n. I want you to do something else for me."

"And what would that be?" you asked. Cash pulled his cock out from his jeans and ran the tip over your slit teasingly. Your knees buckled and you braced yourself against the wall, just like Cash assumed that you would. He was messing with you, teasing you to get as big of a reaction as he could. Cash was good, but you doubted that he'd be able to make you cum like that.

"A part of me would love to bury myself as deep in you as I can go, but that'd be giving you too much. You're greedy Y/n, you're greedy, and you suck guys like me into your vortex before chewing us up and spitting us out. So, I'll let you cum, but I won't give you the satisfaction of being fucked." Cash's voice sent chills down your spine. You had never seen this side of Cash before, and to be honest, it was the hottest thing you'd ever seen. Cash teased you by rubbing himself against you, but eventually he let you take the reigns on that. He waited until you were so close to the edge, pushing back against him so that his tip would rub over your clit again and again. "I think you forgot to lock the door. That means anyone could walk right in and see you like this. You'd like that though, wouldn't you Y/n?"

"Fuck, yes, Cash. Anything," you moaned quietly. Your legs began to shake as your body fell forward. If not for Cash's hands, you'd have fallen straight to the ground. Cash pulled you onto your feet and let go once you were on steady legs. You had almost expected him to stay a little while to talk to you, but Cash bolted once he felt like he had the chance to. You didn't blame him, nothing Cash had said about you post-break-up had been false. You didn't do those things on purpose, but sometimes you had a tendency to act without thinking or asking permission. Cash was a little bit too nice for you, so you didn't blame him for running.

#cash wheeler x reader #cash wheeler #aew #aew x reader #my writing

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aikoiya · 2 years

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DP AU - Family Legacy 1

The Fentons, Jack specifically, are descended from the half-blood son of Artemis & Orion that no one knew existed. After Artemis was tricked into killing Orion by her brother, she gave the boy away to keep him safe. That boy grew up to marry the half-blood daughter of Thanatos.

The resulting Legacy child was the start of the Nightingale line.

The Fentons instead came about when an Albanian Lugat had a Dhampir son. Eventually, the 2 lines mixed & began the Fenton-Nightingale line. (Side-Note: At some point, a son of the Fenton-Nightingale line broke off, abandoning the life of a hunter & began the Wayne family.)

The dhampir blood in his veins is actually where Danny's Ghost Sense originates from as dhampirs are known for being able to sense the supernatural. They are also known for wild, dark hair (charateristic of the Fenton & later, the Fenton-Nightingale line) & enhanced physicality.

Anyway, Danny's Ghost Sense is actually just a general supernatural sense amplified by ectoplasm. Jack has it too as shown in the cartoon. Anyway, this sense of his has sort of given him another power that he calls his Vibe-Check. It's exactly what you think it is.

Jack, specifically, has a sort of snub nose. However, I can't seem to find what ethnicity that relates to.

On Maddie's side of the family, she's got Norwegian blood & she's descended from Queen Anna & King Kristoff of Arendelle as well as the daughter of Despoina, the Goddess of Winter, & Boreas, the North Wind. Possibly even Atlantian to go with my Twins AU (because Iceland is close to Norway). I like to make my idea for Atlantis a mixture of the DC concept & the Disney concept with them originally being the land-dwelling Disney version, but after the kingdom sank they used the Heart of Atlantis to be like the DC concept & escape their prison. Then, they learned hydromancy & the ability to link minds with aquatic mammals & control sea creatures in order to survive underwater.

In Norway, there was a clan by the surname of Drekisson, they worshipped the great dragons that lived in the ocean nearby. It is said that their ancestor had fallen in love with an Ægir Dreki (Translates to either 'sea' or 'that of the river/water.') & had twins who became the first Drekissons in their clan.

Then, many years & generations later, there was the daughter of Despoina, the Greek Goddess of Winter, & Boreas, an Anemoi & Greek representation of the north wind. She went to Norway & married a Drekisson.

You can kinda get the idea that Maddie's got northern European ancestry based on the fact that she & her kids have upturned noses which were typical of colder areas & the noses there are shaped this way so that the nose can heat up the air you're breathing.

I would even make it so she had a psychic ancestor to go with my idea that Jazz could be a medium or have psychic potential. The Psychonauts specifically.

Anyway, Danny was born when kids stopped believing in Jack Frost. As a result, he sort of 'died' again & his soul kind of attached itself to the unborn Danny Fenton. I mean, it was only the children of a single small town that believed in him to begin with. Since Sandman made them all think it was a dream, it wasn't long before all but Jamie forgot. After all, kids tend to need their beliefs reinforced by the adults in their life to keep them going.

His soul went to Danny because of his dormant connection to both the night sky from being a descendant of both Artemis & Astraeus (the father of Boreas), which called to his past self as Nightlight, or Nyxluc, one of Astraeus' last Astra Efchés or Wishing Stars, & his connection to ice from the Arendelle royal family & Despoina. (There is this comic on DeviantArt about the origins of Nightlight & it's pretty cool. It's about how the hottest & brightest star was about to go supernova & fused with a collapsing black hole. The star overwhelmed the black hole & became a neutron star, but it began to shrink because of being mixed with a black hole. The end result was Nightlight & I find it a very cool idea.)

This is why Danny Phantom has cryokinesis (though it's actually more like cryoturgy & it takes time for it to manifest in his human form) & it will eventually lead to the manifestation of astromagy, a type of photomagy that focuses on starlight. Because of his unique physiology, his ice & light powers won't just be ectoplasm-based (because ectoplasm is made up of psychic energy according to my theory & so a lot of those elemental powers are kinetic in origin rather than magical), but also magic-based in a way unrelated to ghost or death magic, so blood blossoms or ectoranium or any other anti-ecto stuff won't be able to stop them as they are also innate to Danny Fenton & not just Danny Phantom.

Because of this, these powers become a problem for him because they don't work like his ghost powers do being of magical origin rather than psychic.

On another note, his Mediterranean lineage means that when he decides to protect Amity as a ghostly hero, he becomes a type of Tutelary spirit called a lar praestite which gives him a connection to the Greek goddess, Hestia, otherwise known as the Roman goddess, Vesta, as well. Lares are typically portrayed as wearing a chlamys or military cloak, holding a Greek dory or Roman pilum, & having a dog at their feet.

In a way, you could consider the hazmat suit the uniform of a ghost hunter. Once Cujo (who I hc as being a Cú-síth) bonds with Danny & sort of becomes his familiar, it gives the pup certain new powers of his own as a result. Likewise, once Danny develops a better hold of his ice powers, he begins to make a habit of forming a spear or lance out of his Ghost Ice unconciously.

Now, very briefly, a Cú-síth is a mythological Gaelic/Celtic dog that are believed to be a type of fae (though, keep in mind that fae doesn't just mean fairies &, in fact, can also include the dead as well). They are known to have green, shaggy fur & be the size of small cows. They are also known for ferrying the souls of the dead to the afterlife, thus making them a type of Psychopomp.

As Hereafterers, a.k.a. ghosts of the GZ, they have classifications just like Earthbound spirits, but Hereafterers can have multiple classifications much like humans can have multiple ethnicities, while Earthbounds can only have one. Because of the way they died, both Danny & Vlad are also a type of spirit called a Gatekeeper Ghost, meaning those who died in order to open a permanent doorway from one place to another. Because they specifically were killed to open doorways to the GZ, that makes them a subcategory of Gatekeeper Ghosts, called a Psychopomp which are spirits that guard the barrier between life & death & ferry spirits from the land of the living to the land of the dead. Both do their jobs in different ways. Danny behaves more like a police officer or border patrol, while Vlad lets anyone whose on his payroll through whenever it suits him.

While Danny can manipulate regular ice in a similar way to Jack Frost & Elsa, he can also create Ghost Ice which is nearly indestructible.

The rest of Team Phantom & Valerie are also Legacy children. Sam being descended from Zagreus, God of Rebirth & the son of Hades & Persephone on one side of her family & Hecate on the other. When Undergrowth took her over, it sorta awoke the dormant powers inside her because Undergrowth's powers are similar enough to a mix of Hades & Persephone's that like recognized like. This results in a form of atavism that turned Sam into a true half-blood. This mixed with the ecto-herpies that Vlad gave her results in her becoming a Halfa eventually & she's like a mix between Poison Ivy & Raven, powerwise.

On the other hand, she's also Jewish. The problem is, I don't know if it'd be just Jewish the religion or if it'd also be Jewish the ethnicity, but Imma go with both. I feel like Jeremy might have a Jewish ethnic background from his mother, Ida, though which tribe is difficult to say. Possibly Levi because that's the tribe I'm, personally, descended from. However, if Pamela is Jewish too, I'd say that she either converted or was raised in the Jewish beliefs, but isn't ethnically Jewish herself.

On her mother's side, she is descended from Hecate, as such, her family used to be a long line of powerful magic users until one of her ancestors, a witch, was burned at the stake during the Salem witch trials. Afterwards, they began to hide their magic, suppressing it to the point where members often became Obscurials. They did whatever they could to appear perfectly normal. (Some of the more zealous even becoming Scourers.) It's a closely-guarded family secret that they never talk about.

Pamela is especially wary of it because she worries that her own daughter is going down the same path that lead to her ancestor's destruction. Like, she's against the gothic aesthetic on principle, but her rejection of Sam's lifestyle choice is also fueled by generational trauma & genuine concern for her daughter's wellbeing, but the only way she knows how to express that is through nagging & trying to change her the way her own mother did to her. So, she's not just disregarding Sam out-of-hand. There's a reason behind it. Not to mention that Pamela is very likely raising Sam the same way she herself was raised. (In my mind, I generally consider the witches in Harry Potter to be wiccans instead of actual witches because in my mind witches are those who intentionally sell their souls for power. However, as per HP canon, that isn't the case with Rowling's characters. So, I go more for a DnD interpretation in which witches & warlocks are basically just what the books call dark wizards. Meanwhile, everyone else is either wizard or wiccan.)

Sam also has an upturned nose, so it's likely that she has northern European ancestry too. Her mom, however, appears to have more of a Nubian nose from the profile. So, make of that what you will. That or it could be Greek, but the end of her nose doesn't point downward enough to be a Greek nose. It could also be Nordid. That, or it's just an upturned nose like her daughter's, but it honestly doesn't look like it.

Meanwhile Sam's father has a very Roman, Semitic, or North American Indian-looking nose. It's most likely Roman or Semitic considering my theory of his ancestry. The fact that Jeremy has the nose he does is unsurprising because of his Jewish lineage. Oddly, Ida has a Greek nose, so that just lends credence to my theory.

Moving on, Tucker is descended from a half-blood daughter of Hephaestus who went to Egypt & married the son of Pharaoh Duul Aman, who was the son of Chay-Ara & Bashari from DC. And Bashari was descended from Ra. Anyway, Tucker might also have Hindu blood, but I don't know why I think that. He might also have dormant werewolf genes on his mother's side & could be part of why he's such a carnivorous person, but that's to be speculated. If those genes do reveal themselves, he might come out looking slightly more jackal-like than other werewolves. Or we could have his Thanagarian blood activate, causing a sort of atavism. Or we could have him do both?

That could be interesting as it'd give him an appearance similar to that of a bipedal Sīmurgh. Though, obviously, he wouldn't actually be one as Sīmurgh are always female according to myth. That, or males are just extremely rare. But either way, the imagery would be very interesting.

Valerie is the descendant of an Amazon warrior & captain in the Royal Amazon Military named Dihya, who had taken on the curse of Salmacis so that she could help her people have more pure-blood Amazonians. However, she fell in love with one of her male slaves that was given to her as a present from the kingdom of Wakanda. As a Warrior of Hermaphroditus, according to Amazonian law, she was supposed to either give her services to other Amazonian women to produce more Amazons or marry an Amazonian woman. She could have male slaves & even use them for pleasure, but she couldn't marry a man unless he pledged himself to the crown, became a warrior himself, & took on the Oath of Salmacis, thus giving him partial rights as a partial woman.

Even then, he'd need to buy his freedom by proving his merit as a warrior in battle. However, even if he did manage all of that, he'd still never be considered a true equal in Amazon society for having been born male &, as such, would only be given half rights as her spouse. As a result, Dihya would still be required to either act as a stud for Amazonian women or simply take an Amazon wife & she'd not only be given full rights as Dihya's bride, but she'd have more power in the household than Dihya's husband. Not only that, but any children Dihya & her male love had would be considered less than for having a father instead of 2 mothers. (The mother who bears is referred to as Foréas-Mitéra when speaking of her & Formḗtēr when addressing her; the mother who sires is refered to as Prógonos-Mitéra & Prómḗtēr when addressing her.)

Dihya didn't want that for her lover or their children, so they ran away back to Wakanda under the cover of night & got married there. Dihya lent her services as a warrior to the Wakandan King in exchange for asylum. They lived very happily together until a war broke out among the African tribes surrounding Wakandan borders. One such tribe belonged to an ally of Wakanda & Dihya died fighting off a battalion mostly on her own. She succeeded, but was injured to anextent that Wakanda's medical knowledge at the time could not heal. She is remembered as a hero.

Anyway, both Tucker & Valerie have similar noses, so it's possible that it's just the cartoon's representation of Nubian noses. Although, interestingly, their eye colors definitely suggest that they also have white-European blood in them.

Moving on, because they're all so far down the bloodline, none of their godly ancestors are really paying attention to them anymore.

Vlad isn't a Legacy child. He has deep European roots though, having Albanian, Romanian, Russian, & possibly even some Germanic blood as well as other Southern European ancestry judging by his Aquiline nose. (I wouldn't be surprised if he came from one of those Russian families that insist they're descended from Anastasia Romanov.)

I even just thought of something. You know, he has a very similar face shape to Eugene Fitzherbert from Tangled & especially Tangled the Series. Not to mention, a massive ego seems to run in the Dark Kingdom's (I call it Lacerna) royal bloodline. Who knows, he might be a descendant of Eugene & Rapunzel? Also, the ghosts of Lacerna's royalty bare a striking resemblance to Vlad's ghost form.

As such, his father was half-German on his father's side. Before they came to America, their name was 'Meisters,' but it was changed to 'Masters' upon arriving in America.

As for the classification of half-ghost he is, as I mentioned before, he's definitely a Psychopomp, though not a very good one. I'm not sure what else he could be though. Definitely something vengeful. Maybe a Revenant. At the same time, revenge is only one aspect of him rather than his Obsession. Rather, his true Obsession is having a family that loves & understands him.

It's possible that instead of being half-human, he's half some sort of vampiric entity. He certainly bares strong traits of both a Lugat & a Strigoi. Lugats return from the grave to pursue something they sought in life while Strigoi are known for draining away wealth as opposed to blood. So, it's very possible that he could be a mix of both. Or he could simply be descended from a non-Lugat vampire as he doesn't have the supernatural sense typical of Dhampiric legacies. Or all of the above.

If he is a Lugat, then he'd very specifically be Lugat instead of Dhampir & it'd be because he himself rose from the dead to pursue something instead of being the child of one.

However, something important to note is that Lugats very specifically have returned to life on sheer force of will, not due to being turned into one by another the way the Vampires of the Masquarade are. As such, due to Lugats being legitimately alive, yet still benefiting from a vampiric gift, damn near every vampire in the Masquarade hates them for one reason or another. Whether it be due to them being alive with powers that they were only able to obtain through death &, in many cases, relinquishing a large amount of freedom, independence, & individuality. Or the fact that they are still able to reproduce naturally or what-have-you.

Anyways, he's got retractable fangs in human form too because he's vampiric. He just thinks that it's a result of his ghost powers, but Danny's canines when he reaches Halfa Puberty only come out in human form when he's angry. Meanwhile, Vlad can just summon his fangs whenever he wants to. So, he just keeps them hidden. Sure, they also come out in certain situations like when he needs to feed on blood/ectoplasm or the muscles that allow them to come out are stimulated, but other than that, he has full control of them. Danny doesn't & they only come out in human form on instinct & he can't learn control of them either.

Because of this, he has some basic vampiric abilities that he doesn't know about. Such as being able to hypnotize people by staring into their eyes, turning into either a wolf or bat/swarm of bats, & turning into a cloud of mist.

Despite needing blood, both regular & ectoplasmic, to survive, biting someone doesn't turn them too because of his unusual geneological mix. Also, he sunburns easily, but it isn't to the point where he literally burns in the sun. (Perhaps being descended from Rapunzel gives him some resistance to the sun... or it could just be his ghost half...) Not unless he hasn't fed on blood in a long time. At which point, he will begin to legitimately, but slowly, burn in sunlight. As for mirrors, only silver ones work because of the metal being considered pure. It isn't just mirrors either, anything pure silver & reflective will show a see-through reflection of his ghost form. (If he were full Lugat, he simply wouldn't have a reflection & if he were half human instead of half ghost, his ghost half's reflection would only appear in bronze mirrors & it wouldn't be see-through; it's like his 2 halves made a compromise.) A stake through the heart will kill him, but only if it's made of, like, rowan which ghosts can't phase through.

He is also allergic to garlic now, which he hates because it means he can't enjoy Italian anymore. It's also a matter of smell, though. So, any really strong smelling vegetable will smell horrible to vampires. It's just that garlic is the worst. Though, for some reason, Vlad is okay with those other vegetables.

Because of his Neutral Evil alignment, holy symbols do affect him, but not as much as if he were a demon-possessed or Satan-aligned vampire. That means that holy water will give him a nasty burn, but it won't kill him. Churches & crosses make him feel very uncomfortable, in the "someone very big, very powerful, & very important is judging me & finding me wanting" kind of way & if he's on hallowed ground, it'll feel like some kind of dangerous predator is always watching him. Silver & palo santo both hurt like a son of a bitch because of his alignment.

If he weren't such an asshat, these things wouldn't hurt him quite so much.

Rowan, iron, & salt also hurt like hell, especially in ghost form. But that's more because of his ghostliness rather than his vampirism. Danny only really gets itchy from salt because of his Neutral/Chaotic Good alignment. However, other symbols of holiness & purity don't really affect Danny at all because of both his alignment & his status as a Tutelary spirit.

I like the idea that Vlad's lips in ghost form, as well as the ends of his fingers & toes, are blackened, as if burned. His lips aren't black as if painted, but more so as if to suggest that his insides are darker than his skin appears.

Anyway, I think I'll make it so Vlad also has a dragon ancestor very far down the line. Like, eons back.

As a last line of defense or something, he'll subconsciously tap into his draconic DNA & take on a sort of chimerical form with the appearance of an enraged gargoyle (from Disney's Gargoyles) & other features ranging from vampiric to ghostly.

This will increase his physical abilities 10-50 fold.

Think Plasmius, but his hair will fall down in charcoal black curtains with a strip of silver starting in the middle & tucked behind his ear, but the ends of his hair glow with a magenta gradient like burning embers, from his forehead will grow horns that starts the same teal color as his skin before turning coal black (they curve back over the top of his head before pointing upward to make a V-shape), which his skin is now thicker & more durable & covered in patches of thick, white scales, fangs become long & saber-like, fingers become talons, legs digitigrade with taloned feet, a long, tapered, lizard-like tail, ears remain the same, his cape becomes wings, his eyes have a firey light in them, his tongue long, thin, prehensile, & snake-like, & he towers at 8-10 feet.

Something like this:

His suit is left as little more than a loincloth with his belt holding it in place to reveal his teal body underneath. His gloves & boots are shredded as if his hands & feet had burst from their cloth prisons. Not to mention, his hair would be down instead of up in those weird devil horns & he's got an aquilin nose instead of an upturned one. This picture is by @kaezerdoodles. I do not own. Her art just very much resembles what I had in mind.

Edit: I finally have my own art of him!

Anyway, the problem is that, in this state, he's mostly instinct & starts out having no control of it. He's feral & animalistic, frequently switching from walking on 2 legs to 4 legs, but is still essentially Vlad inside, but he more so follows Vlad's true feelings & this acts as a good insight into his true psychological state. I imagine that his mannerisms in this state are strangely feline.

As it stands, he's never been hurt so badly that he takes on this form before.

When he's super angry in this form, his hair catches on fire, slitted pupils appear in his eyes, along with a fire, & the burnt look to the digits begin to climb up his body.

Like this:

The hair is inspired by @kaezer's picture of a very angry Vlad. It's very cool. You should totally go look at it.

(I can imagine a bit of a side-plot where Vlad manages to steal one of the Amulets of Mattingly & after putting it on, then getting angry & being transformed into a dragon, Danny fights him & manages to remove the amulet. However, the odd thing is, now Vlad takes on this partial dragon look whenever he loses his temper. This acts as a hint to his draconic lineage.)

The dragons of Harry Potter are actually drakes rather than true dragons as true dragons are both sentient, capable of magic, & able to take on human form much like the ones from DnD. Drakes are to dragons what monkeys are to humans. They are incapable of speech, live shorter lifespans, & despite being innately magical beings, the only magic they are truly capable of are their breath attacks.

True dragons are an ancient species separated into cardinal tribes & even further separated into elements. They are speculated to have left Earth for a universe where they could thrive.

There are, however, remnants of their species from when dragons & humans lived in harmony. Specifically in the form of humans with draconic blood such as the Welsh being the most commonly known example.

Vlad is descended from one of these dragons, a Vehement Sanguinobil specifically, (Malzeno from Monster Hunter is a regular Sanguinobil) as humans would be unable to breed with drakes.

Anyway, there's a story called "His Stolen Princess" that's really good, but twisted. In it, Vlad is descended from a long line of old money, Wisconsin dairy farmers & his uncle was the Dairy King. I just thought that was hilarious & decided to include that.

I'm gonna go with it having been Vlad's mother who was the Dairy King's sister.

Problem, because of the way the animators draw eyes & ears, I can't be sure what ancestry could be figured from that.

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