#chamber x female reader

[caramel1mochi]

Beau Idéal [Chamber x F! Reader] [End]

Sorry for the delay, I just yelled at the head doctor of a clinic. We're also done with Chamber!

I'm not sure where to go next with this, so, I'll be putting up a vote on my profile for three agents soon enough. Trust me, I'll elaborate more on that post instead of this one. If you guys wanna check that out or comment any of your ideas, feel free to do so! This simp train hasn't run out of fuel just yet.

Anyway, have a good read!

❤ฺ·。

Chamber x F! Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Genre: Fluff, but only if you squint really hard.

CW: Emotional manipulation, mental warfare, Geneva convention? Who's she?

Synopsis: Behind his poise façade lies an ocean of inhuman thoughts. This is the first time Chamber let his mask slip. And unfortunately, as the only witness; you happen to have a front-row seat.

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Your teammates speaking through the radio irked you as you waited, but you couldn’t mute them. Brimstone would definitely pull you aside and at best, scold you. Being new and young in the protocol doesn’t mean you got away with everything. So keeping alert grew tougher and tougher the more they spoke, and you were practically hugging the wall in hopes of anything.

Then, two tiles scraped together.

In less then a second, you dropped your Stinger and lifted the ground; doing just as Chamber instructed you to do. Once you peeked, Neon shot a concussive blast in your direction, one that was swallowed by the soil that enveloped her within less than a second. Only bits of electricity escaped from the dirt, and the ‘chrysalis’ nearly fell apart once a spark hit your shoulder. You couldn't hold it up for too long either, given how massive it was. 

You watched it crumble, and only one idea came to mind.

Twisting your hands, the dirt began slowly rotating alongside your movements. And as you picked up speed, so did the chrysalis, until it began rapidly swirling around her and unintentionally wreaking havoc on the environment around it. 

This helped elevate some of the weight, but not too much.

‘I can’t hold this!’

You shouted over the radio, your arms shaking from the weight. And nothing relieved you more than the voice of the Frenchman.

‘I see it, is she inside?’

‘Yes!’

‘Make it smaller, inch by inch. Keep spinning it.’

As the loud wind filled your ears, it became more and more difficult to hear him. But you mindlessly obeyed and began dropping clumps and clumps of the soil, the chrysalis growing more constricted as it rapidly spun in place.

Chamber made his way towards it once it grew small enough to allow him an entrance, but still kept a safe distance between them. Just because the soil was a poor conductor doesn’t mean the electricity just disappeared; corrosion still existed. But god, was the sight hypnotising. The very idea of Neon being trapped within like prey helplessly swarmed by an army of ants, it was like art to him. ‘Avant-garde’ is what he’d prefer to call it.

Swirling the chrysalis was a contingency he’d never even thought about. But seeing it in action? He fell in love with the concept. And if there was less space between her and the dirt, there was a high chance the rapid speed would start tearing her skin off if it even grazed against her.

“Que ç'est beau.” <How beautiful.>

He murmured to himself.

Ah, but he was getting carried away. He unmuted the radio and snapped himself out of his trance. 

‘Drop it.’

Just as you obeyed, a loud bang echoed throughout the area, then a thud.

Chamber’s pupils dilated as he watched Neon’s corpse fall to the ground, crimson fluid escaping the hole in her head and seeping into the dirt. 

Then, the spike dropped.

His Headhunter disappeared with a flick of his wrist.

‘Bravo, A/N. What great potential you have. Such a shame nobody… taught you.’

As he spoke, he heard another thud from behind him, looking over to find your only hand, on the ground, fingers peeking through the doorway. Seems like you fainted too.

He walked up to your body and easily carried you with both arms. It was a given, considering your strength was naught compared to his. And for the next few seconds, he stared at your tired face. Sweat dripped down your chin, and your hair now incredibly messy; the braid unrecognisable.

He smiled to himself, almost as if he was belittling you in your coma.

If he couldn’t extort them for anything useful, Chamber would rank everyone mostly based on how much entertainment he could derive from them. And today, your powers amused him to an exceptional degree. How you scattered them like headless chickens before mercilessly crushing them. The icing on the cake being that you were under his authority the whole time.

It was just too easy.

‘Chamber, A/N, where the hell are you two?!’

Brimstone called out through the radio, only now noticing your disappearance. The noise back on A site had completely stopped a while ago, aside from the chatter of his colleagues. And he couldn’t hold back a smile as he unmuted.

‘Relax, Brimstone. The spike is with us. You have nothing to worry about.’

He carried you over his shoulder and turned towards said bomb, running today's events through his head with each step. Mostly the mirrors' slow deaths, but I digress.

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Your eyelids were weakly lifted, and you used your hand to shield your face from the strong lights above you. It took a few seconds for your hearing to catch up, muffled noises slowly morphing into familiar voices. And that’s not to consider the raging headache you currently had. Sage’s words became more obvious, and you slowly caught on that you were laying down on a hospital cot in the infirmary, which explained many things. No wonder the lightbulbs hurt like hell.

“...stabilising. Yes, she’s fine. She’s awake.”

Then, beeping. And you easily deduced it was from the heart monitor hooked up right next to you. You sat up and looked to your right, finding Sage who stood there alongside Jett and Raze. But just as you opened your mouth to speak, they pulled you into a tight hug, suffocating you.

“Oh my god, we thought you died!”

“I’m– I’m fine–”

“You should’ve seen your face when Chamber brought you back, A/N! You looked so pale!”

You pat their backs, struggling to breathe. Noticing this, Sage couldn’t help but politely laugh and usher them to break the embrace. They promptly complied, but not without Jett grabbing your shoulders angrily.

“Next time, don’t you dare split away from us! What will we ever do without our group baby?!”

You laughed, pushing her away.

“Even if I die, Sage can just res us, chill out!”

You looked at all three women with a smile, before something perked up in your mind. You quickly met Sage’s gaze.

“Where’s Chamber?”

“Chamber? He’s… I– I can’t recall where exactly. Would you like me to bring him over?”

“Yeah, yeah. I need to talk to him pronto.”

She nodded, stepping out of the room. Just like your friends, she was caught off guard by your sudden mention of him.

“Woah, hey, what the heck happened?”

You shook your head.

“I just gotta talk to him. He’s… uh, I forgot to tell him something important… about today.”

They both raised an eyebrow at this lie. But considering your frail state, even after Sage worked on healing you, they decided it was best to simply nod and go along.

And thus, they decided to accompany you for the remaining few minutes they had with you until the Frenchman would arrive. What weirded you out was why he wasn’t here with you. After everything that happened, there’s no way he could just leave you in the dust and leave, right? Nevertheless, you waited. And the more time ticked by, the more dread you felt as you remembered Neon, Sova and the rest. Though you couldn’t see her within the dirt you trapped her in, you could still feel the elongated terror you inflicted upon her before she was killed.

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The door swung open, all of your eyes landing on the tall silhouette that stood in the doorway. The light glimmered off of the tattoos, the only visible features on him despite the darkness that enveloped him.

He stepped forward, smiling.

“Good evening.”

He called out and walked towards you, your friends making way for him and both returning his greeting. But instead of leaving, they looked towards you for confirmation. And you simply nodded, allowing them to leave and slam the door shut, leaving you alone with him.

“Hey, where were you?”

“Brimstone took me in for questioning about your state.”

“Really? Wait, I can talk to him–”

You went to get up from the bed, but he quickly placed a hand on your shoulder and forced you to sit back down.

“Take it easy, ma chérie. You still have to rest.”

Yes, right. The ‘work’ that weakened you. The entire reason you called him over in the first place. 

You went to ask, but the words got stuck in your throat once he turned you to your side, sliding off the hair tie that held up your messy ‘braid’ together.

“You did a good job today, A/N. Impressive, even.”

You winced once you felt him open up the braid, letting your auburn hair come loose. 

“Good job? I don’t know about this...”

“Is something the matter?”

Then, his fingers ran through the locks of your hair. And you couldn’t help but feel an immense amount of unease, remembering the mission all over again.

“Chamber, I don’t want to kill anyone with my powers! I buried two today, and Neon got suffocated in that ball before you shot her! I don’t want to do anything like that again!”

“I see. So, you do not wish to cause harm?”

“Not like that. If I'm gonna kill someone, I don’t want to make them suffer.”

It should be a given, right? Though you were going off of your natural empathy, It probably violated the Geneva convention, to torture someone before killing them. If anyone here even bothered to take a look at that. Didn’t Neon fake a surrender once? But from the looks of things, it seemed like Chamber was one of the ones who had the convention’s rules memorised like the back of his hand. And it wasn’t for a virtuous reason.

“You worry about nothing, ma chérie, they most likely died once the soil fell on them. Head trauma is not to be taken lightly.”

“I guess, but what about Neon?”

“Please. You hardly did anything. When it comes to pain, I believe your abilities are less debilitating than the others.”

You paused.

“What does that mean?”

“Being burned alive is no easy way to go either, A/N. And yet, Phoenix is one of your dear friends, non?”

His hands worked on smoothing out your hair, untangling it.

“And Raze seldom hides her excitement when she tosses around explosions. How many did she maim with her bombs? I can only imagine their pain before Sage helped them.”

He began dividing your hair into three sections, each one intertwined between his fingers. Then, he began braiding.

“Not to mention Reyna, who outright takes joy in what she does. And Viper, and Breach, and Yoru, and…”

“Okay, okay, I get it!”

He chuckled. Both of you knew that you were now completely cornered. Behind your back, Chamber scrutinised you like a lab rat. Not a single hint of humanity behind those dead eyes. The dead eyes you thankfully had no clue of. Or anybody, for that matter.

“I simply find your concerns silly, A/N. However, if you wish to go back to building walls, then who am I to stop you?”

Chamber spent the next few seconds braiding the last remaining portion of your hair, before bringing all of them together at the end and tying it all with your hair tie. Once he let go, he gently ran his fingers through it. And as expected, no imperfections in his work were found. Though, admittedly, he considered himself rusty when it came to styling hair, so this was a pleasant surprise.

He knew he left your mental state in turmoil, rapidly working to decide whether or not you wanted to go down the path he offered, or work around as a glorified wall building maid in the battlefield. Between causing destruction your mental state could hardly handle, or being incredibly passive. It seemed like there was no balance.

“This was fun, but I must get going.”

“Wait, Chamber!”

You called out and stopped him in his tracks, quickly turning to look at him. Though, by now, his back faced you. And he waited for you to continue. Nervously, you held your fixed braid with both hands, playing with it.

“Still up for, uh, being my boss?”

Juxtaposed to your insecure smile, Chamber’s was full of confidence the moment those words left your mouth.

Perfect. 

Just like all of the others, you crawled back to him. How could he not be pleased? And with a sense of triumph even you could see exuded from him, he walked towards you and patted your shoulder twice, the same way a proud father would.

“Certainly.”

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[angelltheninth]

Valorant Agents + Meeting After a Hook Up

Pairing: Yoru, Phoenix, Sova, Viper, Reyna, Fade, Chamber, Skye, Jett, Harbor x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, hook ups, teasing, kissing, grinding, hickies, friends with benefits

A/N: Getting back into Valorant, slowly, but surely.

Yoru clock you in immediately, teleporting to your side and asking you if you're back for another fun night with him. Just seeing you back here makes his cock throb but he's willing to ignore it for now, how about something other to eat first? Since he's seen you again so soon he only assumes it must be fate that's bringing you two together.

Phoenix gets a little flustered that you're displaying the hickies he made so openly. Hey now, those were for him alone no? Seems like you had other things in mind, put it out there that you had a good time for all to see. He tries to give you something to cover them up because he's really embaressed that left so many on you. Next time he'll make sure its on places that have to be covered up.

Sova isn't too bothered by you going a mission with him after hooking up. He won't tell anyone that he's met the new agent before in private. Keeps flirting with you over comms though, and saying innuendos about the night before. It boils over when you see him again, narrowing your eyes at him while he acts like he doesn't have a hard on and is smirking at you, asking of you want to help him.

Viper doesn't let the fact that she's seen you naked get in the way of your work together... at first. She keeps stealing glances at you as you work in her lab. There need to be boundaries established before she bends you over the desk and eats you out, she should have held back but after just tasting you once she's addicted to your taste. There's no way she's letting this be just a hook-up anymore.

Reyna teases you relentlessly when she sees you again. Are you following her or is this just very happy coincidence? Either way she's not opposed to repeating last night again, it was great way to get rid of her stress and energize her all over again. A little bit too well because your energy, your life force, it tastes so good to her, she would love to have you moaning for her again.

Fade really tries not to let the tension between you two get to her. She keeps shuffling on her feet as you stand next to her, stealing glances down your body and shivering when you reach for her hand, open to a conversation but instead she ends up kissing and pushing you against the wall, your legs lifted and spread for her hips to grind against yours. To hell with holding back.

Chamber lets his charm do most of the work, getting you back in his bed again and again after that first hook-up. Seeing you again the next day doesn't matter in the slightest, he enjoys fucking you and as long as you're fine with it he will keep doing so, even procrastinating on his work because his cock feels so damn good inside of you.

Skye is a little on the more bashful side, not sure how to approach you, if to say hello or act like she doesn't know you. She deicides to talk, telling you she had a great time and that she's looking forward to seeing you more now that you're gonna be going on missions together. She doesn't want to leave things on an awkward note so she offers to buy you lunch, which ends up with a different kind of mean eventually.

Jett wishes she could run away from the tense atmosphere in the locker room but damn, she can't keep putting this off forever. Sooner or later she will have to confront you, talk about the other night and hopefully establish a professional working relationship. Your teasing isn't helping at all, you're just getting her hot and bother over it all over again... fuck why are you so damn irresistible to her?

Harbor keeps things casual when he talks to you, not even mentioning the other night until you do. A smile grows on his lips when he asks you if you've been thinking about it the whole time. Truthfully he has been too. Want to see the effect those memories had on him? Well you'll have to get under the table to that.

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[fallingforfictionalcharacterss]

I was wondering if you could write enemies to lovers, where Draco and Yn are rivals at Quidditch. And Yn gets hit by a bludger or has a crash and gets unconscious and Draco forgets the game for a second and after the match when Yn is still unconscious he sits by her bedside

I got kinda carried away somewhere in the middle, so it doesn´t quite fulfil the entire request but I hope you still like it and let me know if you want me to change it somehow.

Love hits different

A/N: I wrote the reader a Ravenclaw in this story, but the house doesn´t play a very important role. I just wanted to write the reader as the seeker, so as a Gryffindor we would have to replace Harry which I felt wouldn´t quite make sense, but yeah...

You felt your heart pounding in your chest heavily. You took a deep breath. The cold air that filled your lungs made you feel more alive than anything else. So did the wind, which was pulling on your hair and clothes and made it hard to hold your broom steady. But you still managed to do so. You hovered several meters above the pitch, watching your teammates from above. For now, that was your only job. Keeping an eye on everything and everyone. Until you would get your chance.

And you couldn’t think of a single thing you would rather do. Up here, when you could almost touch the clouds, you felt like that was where you were meant to be. It felt like the world around you was slowing down, like the loud sounds coming from all sides were muffled. The only thing you had to worry about, the only thing that was important, was the game. You were circling far above the hurly-burly down there, watching your teammates passing the Quaffle around, sometimes trying to score. Your gaze was wandering around restlessly, scanning every centimetre of your surroundings.

And that´s when you saw it. It was just a twinkle in the corner of your eye, a golden shimmer, barely visible and only for a split second; but it was enough. You turned around your broom in no time, eyes wandering over the place where you thought you had seen the sparkling. And your eyes hadn’t fooled you. With your gaze fixed on the price, you leant forwards, gaining more and more speed. The only thing you could hear was the swooshing of the wind in your ears. The world around you turned into a blurry haze. By now, you were almost lying on your broom, trying to reduce the surface the wind could thwart as much as possible. You extended your arm, and your whole body was tensed, from your toes to your fingertips. You leaned forward even more, almost losing your balance, but only almost because your broom sped up even more and…

“Got it!”

Your fingers closed around the golden snitch. You slowed down immediately, coming to a halt and hovering in the air. You raised your arm triumphant, holding onto the snitch tight, while his wings were still flattering weakly, trying to escape your grip.

You could hear your teammates cheering.

“Alright guys, that´s it for today. Good job!”, Roger Davis, your captain called.

Slowly, you floated back down, until your feet touched safe ground again. You tucked away the snitch safely, before giving a high-five to Bradley and Chambers.

When Roger came up to you, he nodded approvingly and pat your back.

“That was good (Y/n). Much faster than last time. But when you speed up, you still list. Try to keep more control, even if you might lose some speed. Don’t want you to fall off the broom.”

You rolled your eyes. Roger was a good captain, and he was totally right, but in your opinion, sometimes you just had to take the risk.

“It won´t help me fly better if I´m not fast enough to catch the snitch.”, you argued. “We want to win the game after all.”

“Yeah, but it also won´t help if it knocks you from your broom and we don’t have a seeker for the rest of the season.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“After the match against Slytherin, it´s only Hufflepuff anymore. You can take them without me.”

Obviously, that was a joke. You didn’t have any intention to break your neck any time soon, but on the other hand, you were eager to win.

Roger sighed.

“Maybe I should send you to the Gryffindors. Wood would love that mentality. You either win or die trying. But I´d like you to focus on the long run.”

“I know Roger.”, you smiled. “Don´t worry, I´ll hold back. But we´ll need a good tactic for next week. You know that the Slytherins have the better brooms.”

Roger frowned and nodded.

“I´m already working on it. Can´t believe that Malfoy´s dad treated them all new brooms once more.”

You nodded in agreement.

Roger stared into the void gloomy for a few more seconds before he shook his head and looked at you.

“But that doesn’t mean we don’t stand a chance. Especially with you. Malfoy might be a good player and has the better broom, but you´re way better at spotting the snitch and Malfoy knows that. He´ll probably watch you very closely. He knows he got good chances to catch up with you once you see it and have to act on it. So don’t risk long speeds. The best chance you got is when you are already close to the snitch. Malfoy´s arrogant. He´ll rely on his pace. So the closer the snitch is to you, the better your chances are.”

You pressed your lips together and nodded. You were aware of the situation. Of course, you were. You had played it in your head over a million times. The Quidditch games against Slytherin always stressed you out more than against the other houses. And it wasn’t just about the fact that you couldn’t stand the arrogant attitude of the house, especially when they won, or that they had the most brutal way of playing, it was about your most direct opponent.

Because the presence of Draco Malfoy always made you nervous. He somehow intimidated you. Not only in a bad way though, but it irritated you for sure and you couldn’t use any kind of distraction during the game. And you knew that if Roger was right and Malfoy would actually concentrate more on watching you to catch the snitch than actually spotting it himself, it would make it almost impossible for you to function completely as long as you would be able to feel his grey eyes fixed on you. But there wasn’t a damn chance that you would risk the victory of your house because of Malfoy´s irritatingly beautiful eyes or the way he still looked so elegant and effortless, even if he was sitting on a wonky piece of wood. You would get the snitch at any cost, even -or maybe especially- if that meant beating Malfoy.

You sprinted the last few meters to the castle. The heavens had opened and within seconds, you had been soaked. When you entered the foyer, your jersey felt clammy and your hair was hanging down in wet strands, the water was running down your skin in small trickles. Your teeth were chattering and you were shivering. What you needed now was a hot shower and some tea. But you didn’t come far.

“What in the name of Salazar happened to you?”, you heard a voice sneering behind you.

You turned around and sighed annoyed as you saw Malfoy standing there, his arms crossed in front of his chest, as usual, accompanied by some of his henchmen.

“It´s called rain Malfoy.”, you spitted out, not in the mood for his teasing. “Even you should know.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes, unimpressed by your attitude.

“What were you doing out there?”

“Training. For the game. Maybe you should try that too if you want to stand a chance next week.”

Malfoy chuckled.

“As if I would be in need of this. We´ll win anyway.”

“You wish.”

“I´ll always beat you (Y/l/n). We both know I´m better than you. And I´ll prove it once more next week. If you haven’t died from pneumonia then.”

As if a confirmation of his words, you sneezed and groaned. A cold was the last thing you needed right now.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow in amusement. His eyes lazily scanned every centimetre of your body and the wet clothes sticking to it. You felt heat rising up in you as he did so, even though you were still freezing.

“Nah, that wouldn’t be fun. I want to beat you because I´m better, not because you didn’t even play. This wouldn’t be a challenge.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that crept on your face.

“So, you consider it a challenge winning against me?”

Malfoy hesitated for a moment, making you suspect he hadn’t expected this answer, but he caught himself again quickly. The blond boy shrugged his shoulders with a bored look on his face.

“Every dog has its day (Y/l/n). Even with such an… ordinary player like you, it´s still more interesting than with no opponent at all.”

“We´ll see about who´s the ordinary one.”, you responded, quite offended, even though you were aware of the fact that Malfoy was just playing games with you. Still, the fact that he might actually consider you ordinary, made you feel a bit disappointed. You enjoyed playing against him, facing him and -in the best case- beating him. You considered him a worthy opponent -even though you would never admit it- and had always somehow hoped that he was thinking the same. Strictly because he was a good Quidditch player of course.

Another sneeze interrupted the bubbling anger rising up inside of you.

“You better go warm yourself up and take some rest.”, Malfoy said, eying you with a strange look in his eyes. If you didn’t know better, you would say he was concerned, but obviously, you did know better.

“That´s sweet. You worry about me?”, you smirked.

For a second you thought you had seen a rosy flush on Malfoy´s cheeks, but that was probably just what you wanted to think.

“Only about an interesting match. Don’t pride yourself (Y/l/n).”

“If you say so.”, you chirped and smiled at the boy sweetly. “I could still beat you in delirium if I had to though.”

“You wished.”, Malfoy huffed.

“I know.”, you returned, as you turned around walking away from the Slytherin. And over your shoulder, you shouted: “Don’t worry. You´ll get your thrilling match.” Then you continued your way to your dorm, your heart pounding in your chest and a small smile on your lips, proud of the fact that you had defied Malfoy. But a small voice inside you told you, that this was most likely not the only reason.

When you entered the Great Hall Saturday morning, you could feel the tension filling up the room, the anxious excitement that always came up shortly before a match. When you walked along the aisle between the tables, you could hear your housemates cheering, as well as many of the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, while the Slytherins hooted. You could feel several pairs of eyes following you, but you didn’t exactly care. This wasn’t your first game and you had grown into getting used to it. Plus, you were already wearing your Quidditch uniform, which functioned like a shiel from you, making most of the comments and gazes from other people ricochet.

You sat down next to Bradley who gave you a small smile, even though he didn’t seem exactly happy as he offered you some milk for your cereals. You couldn’t blame him though. The pressure that was on you was immense. Not only the expectations others had on you and the fact that you needed to be there for your team, but mostly it was about the pressure you put on yourself. You had learned pretty early that it was anything but helpful to beat yourself up before a match and that it was much more beneficial to just relax. But that was much easier to be said than done. You realized that once more as you forced a spoon of cereals into your mouth, trying to ignore the familiar wrenching of your stomach. Because no matter how cool you tried to play it, right before a match, you always felt sick. But luckily, this feeling vanished every single time, the moment your feet would lift off the ground and you would hear Madame Hooch´s whistle opening the match.

Luckily though, you didn’t have much time to eat anyway, because other students and even some teachers came up to you regularly, wishing you luck for the upcoming match. You were just about to compliment Luna Lovegood for the eagle feathers she had braided into her hair, as you noticed your friends around you starting to mumble and shot some hateful glances at someone standing outside your field of vision.

“What is it?”, you asked Bradley.

The boy just nodded in the direction behind you.

As you turned around, you faced Malfoy, who was towering over you. When you glanced up at him, his grey eyes met yours and he smirked down at you. You cursed yourself for losing your focus for a moment as you looked at him. But you couldn’t be blamed though. While Malfoy normally already looked more attractive than other boys, in his Quidditch jersey, he just looked -strictly objectively of course- unfairly good. And the twinkle in his eyes did the rest. You could’ve just stared up at him for hours, but instead, you straightened your back and cleared your throat. You just prayed your voice wouldn’t give away the way your heart was pounding in your chest.

“What is it Malfoy?” You had to admit that you were slightly surprised at how calm your voice was sounding.

The grin on Malfoy´s face only widened.

“Just wanted to wish you luck for today.”, he said.

You frowned.

“What?”

“Wishing you luck (Y/l/n). Usually, you thank people for doing so.”

“Why would you? We´re playing against you.”

Malfoy looked way too pleased as he responded: “Exactly. That´s why you´re gonna need it.”

He winked at you before turning around again. You needed a second to process his words, but as you did, you called after him: “Think you´ll need it more than us!”

But Malfoy just shrugged his shoulders, not even caring to turn around once more.

“What a git.”, Bradley spitted out. “You better beat his ass today (Y/n).”

You nodded, your gaze following Malfoy who was now sitting down with his friends. As he looked up and saw you still staring at him shooting him -what you thought were- deadly glances, he gave you a superior grin and a short nod, before dedicating his attention to Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting next to him, shifting closer until she almost sat on his lap, looking up to him with doe eyes, laughing far too loud at something the blond boy had just said.

You watched the scene grimly and nodded.

“You better believe I will.”

Your team was in the best form it had ever been. Rogers's brilliant tactics and hard training paid off, still, it was a neck-and-neck race. The brooms of the Slytherins were just much faster and more agile, which made it harder for you to score. Plus, after not even half an hour, Chambers was hit by a Bludger really hard. The way he held his arm made you suspect it was broken and Chambers had to resign for the rest of the game. Still, your team was able to keep up with the opponent. What turned out really quickly was that in the end, it would be on Malfoy and you. There was no way one team would be taking the lead for more than 150 points any time soon.

But for now, you hadn’t spotted it yet. You were hovering several meters above the pitch, letting your eyes wander. Even though it was cold, the air was clear, and the sun was shining. That would make it a lot easier to spot the snitch for you, but unfortunately for Malfoy as well. Plus, other shiny things reflected the sunlight as well. Several times you had by now thought you had spotted the snitch when in the end it had been a watch or binoculars.

The good thing about those sights was that you could study Malfoy´s reactions. Roger had been right. The blond Slytherin always kept up to you closely, never letting you out of sight. Under normal circumstances, his behaviour would have made you nervous in a very particular way, but right now it just annoyed you. Because Malfoy not only kept a close eye on you, but he would also cut you off when you were trying to sprint away from him, or make some rude comments when you once more thought you had spotted something that in the end turned out to be nothing important.

“At least I´m able to spot it on my own.”, you responded, when Malfoy once more made fun of you mistaking the twinkling of a pair of glasses for the snitch, but only after he had taken on the chase when he had seen you speeding up.

“Don’t have to if I got you, do I?”, Malfoy shouted back, grinning smugly.

The worst thing about this was that he was right. Any time you had started one of your sprints, he had caught up with you after not even fifteen meters. Even if you would spot the snitch, you wouldn’t be able to act on it, unless it would be directly in front of your nose. You gave Malfoy a deadly glare at which he just laughed.

Almost two hours of the game had passed. By now, your fingers and toes felt limp and your face was burning. You were just hovering above the west stands, Malfoy, not even two meters behind you, when you suddenly saw a twinkle from the corner of your eye. Your heartbeat quickened immediately. Your thoughts began to race. If this was actually the snitch, you needed to make sure Malfoy wouldn’t notice. But you also couldn’t risk losing it again. The game was already lasting too long and all players already got tired. If you wouldn’t take the chance now, you couldn’t be sure when you would get the next one.

Slowly, you spiralled up, trying not to let your body language give away, why you were doing so while keeping one eye on the golden shimmer, that was zigzagging several meters under you. There was no doubt – it was the snitch. For the split of a second, you glanced at Malfoy, who was still following shortly behind you. There was no way you could reach the snitch before he did once he had spotted it. It was at least thirty meters away from you. Your thoughts drifted back to your talk with Roger. Your captain had been right. Malfoy was faster than you, but he knew he was. And that was also his weakness. A small smile crept on your lips. And suddenly, you knew what to do.

The crowd began to murmur, as they saw you stopping abruptly in the air, turning your broom around, pacing in the opposite direction. You were bent forwards, pushing your broom to its limits. But against Malfoy´s, it didn’t stand a chance.  He noticed what you were up to immediately, taking up the chase. Only a few seconds later, he had caught up to you, arm already extended, confident of victory as he outpaced you, his eyes wandering around hectically as he tried to spot what your eyes must have noticed moments ago.

What Malfoy didn’t see, was that as soon as he had passed you, you stopped your broom once more, before sprinting back into the opposite direction.

And when only seconds later, your fingers closed around the snitch, holding onto it tightly, the arena exploded.

The grin on your face was the brightest it had ever held. The hand enclosing the snitch raised above your head, and you were circling around the arena, enjoying the cheering of the audience and your teammates. And when you saw Malfoy flying up to you, with the most confused look on his face, your smile only widened.

“What in the name of Salazar was that?”, he shouted angrily.

“It´s called winning, Malfoy.”, you returned. “You should try that too sometime.”

“But I was faster than you!”

“You were, but unfortunately it was the wrong direction.”

You could see the red shade on Malfoy´s face only darken, as he tried to find the right words.

“Don’t take it too hard Draco.”, you laughed. “It´s not a shame to be outsmarted by…”

Boom!

The pain that was rushing through your body came unexpectedly. Your vision went blurry. Somehow, you managed to hold on to your broom, trying not to slip, while you drifted towards the earth, accompanied by muffled screams ringing in your ears.

The moment, your tiptoes touched the ground, you lost all control over your body, feeling it collapse. Somewhere in your mind, you got ready for it to hit the ground, but for some reason, it didn’t. Instead, you felt some strong arms embracing you and a strong, comforting scent lulling you in.

You heard a voice yelling: “What is wrong with you?”

And that was the last thing you could remember before your mind drifted off completely.

The sheets that covered your body felt soft. You could hear the hushed chirping of some birds, somewhere in the distance. You nestled deeper into your blanket and sighed comfortably. The only thing that was now still disturbing you, was the bright light that was shining through your closed eyelids. You covered your eyes with your hands, trying to shield them from it. You could’ve lied here like this forever. But something felt wrong. Your whole body felt stiff, and your head was throbbing.

And slowly, your cloudy mind cleared off. You knew why something was off. Because the last thing you could remember was sitting on your broom somewhere up in the air and showering in the applause of hundredths of people. So how did you get here?

You opened your eyes fluttery, squinting as you tried to get used to the bright sunlight. When your vision finally cleared, you could see some figures sitting by your bedside, talking in a low voice. You tried to lift your head, getting a closer look at them.

When your teammates realized you had woken up, they immediately turned to you, bombarding you with questions.

“What happened?”, you asked, ignoring all the questions, as you tried to sit up, ignoring the dull pain that was pulsing through your body.

“You caught the snitch.”, Chambers happily announced. His arm was, as you noticed, now in a sling.

You nodded. You still remembered how you had caught it, still remembered the people celebrating you. The very last thing you remembered for sure was Malfoy´s embarrassed face, as he had realized that you had fooled him. After that, everything was just a blur.

“I know. But what happened then? How did I get here?”

Roger cleared his throat.

“After you had caught the snitch and everyone realized that you tricked Malfoy, Flint was furious. He wrenched Goyle´s bat out of his hand and hounded a bludger in your direction. It hit your neck.” Roger´s voice was by now shaking from anger. He, as well as your other friends, looked as if they would love to try all the nasty hexes they knew on the Slytherin captain. “You somehow managed to get back to the ground before you passed out. Then you were brought here immediately. Madame Pomfrey said it´s nothing bad. A few contusions and compressions. A light concussion. She fixed most of it immediately. One or two more days in bed and you´ll be completely fine again.”

“Such an asshole.”, you spitted out.

Flint wasn’t exactly known for his fair play but hitting you with a bludger after the game was already over was really below the belt.

Roger nodded in agreement.

“I´ve never seen Madame Hooch that angry.”, he told you. “And Flitwick as well. Flint won´t be allowed to play this season anymore and earned himself a month of detention.”

“Well, then the entire thing had something good after all.”, you smiled wryly. “How long have I been passed out by the way?”

You noticed your friends weren’t wearing their jerseys anymore, making you suspect it had been a few hours.

“Almost a day.”, Chambers answered. “It´s Sunday. Almost midday.”

You nodded.

Your throat was dry and ached. When you turned around, to the side of your bed where the nightstand was settled, to grab some water, you froze.

There was another person sitting at your bedside. Someone, you hadn’t noticed until now, since he hadn’t said a word yet. This wasn’t surprising though, since he was sunken into the chair, obviously asleep.

“What is he doing here?”, you asked perplexed.

You looked at your friends, who were smirking at each other.

“He´s your knight in shining armour.”, Bradley grinned. “After Flint had hit you, he was the first to react. When he saw you tumbling towards the ground he followed you and caught you before you could hit the ground. Then he brought you here and stayed with you the entire time. But only after he hexed Flint for what he had done.” Bradley chuckled. “That was quite a sight. Got him a month of detention too, but he didn’t care. The man was furious, I´m telling you.”

You looked at your friend in disbelief.

“You´re kidding me, right?”

Bradley raised his eyebrows.

“Do I look like I am? Or does he?”

Your gaze shifted to the blond Slytherin again. Only now you noticed that Malfoy was still wearing his Quidditch jersey, making you suspect he hadn’t returned to his dorm since he got here.

“Madame Pomfrey didn’t like that at all, but Malfoy refused to leave. And Professor Dumbledore said it was alright.” Chambers chuckled. “I think he thought it was kinda adorable, watching him sitting by your bedside, holding your hand, telling you how sorry he was.”

Your eyes widened and you flushed.

“He did what?”

Roger nudged his friend.

“He´s exaggerating. But Malfoy was actually quite upset about what happened. I think he beats himself up because he got fooled by your manoeuvre and got Flint so riled up.” A small smile appeared on Roger´s face. “That was a brilliant move by the way. You really put our talk into practice.”

You smiled bashfully.

“Was kind of a knee-jerk reaction.”

“Still brilliant.”

You and your friends kept on talking for a while. During the conversation, your eyes regularly drifted back to Malfoy, who was still asleep. Roger had told you he had been awake all night, never leaving your bedside. When he had come looking for you early this morning, Malfoy had still been awake, with dark circles under his eyes. Only when Roger and the others had visited you again about four hours later, Malfoy had finally fallen asleep in his chair. You couldn’t help but smile and blush as your friend had told you this, leading to some teasing from your teammates. But you didn’t actually mind. Malfoy had proven in the last few hours that he had a heart after all. Maybe a heart of stone and maybe he only was here for the fact that he felt responsible for what had happened to you, but he was here. And that was all you needed to know for now.

When about half an hour later the blond Slytherin slightly started to move in his chair, your friends stood up and wished you all the best.

“We´ll tell Madame Pomfrey you´re awake. She´ll want to check on you for sure.”, Roger bowed out, before he followed the others outside of the hospital wing.

You sighed and let yourself back into a half-sitting, half-lying position. Your head was pounding stronger now, the long conversation and the many voices had you feeling exhausted. Still, you didn’t dare to close your eyes, but let your gaze wander back to Malfoy. The boy almost looked peaceful, the way he had huddled up in his chair. His head had fallen onto his chest, his hair was hanging into his face in strands and his lips were slightly parted, as he breathed slowly and regularly. If it wouldn’t be for the lines of worry showing on his forehead, you wouldn’t suspect that there had ever been anything bothering him at all.

You could’ve watched the boy like this forever, but soon enough Malfoy started to shift in his chair again and his eyes fluttered open. For a few seconds, he looked as if he had forgotten where exactly he was. He looked around in confusion, trying to orientate himself; until his gaze fell on you. As he saw you watching him closely with a mix of curiosity and amusement on your face, he sat up straight quickly and cleared his throat.

“Good morning, Rosamond.”, you grinned.

Malfoy frowned, not understanding your allusion. For a moment the both of you sat there in uncomfortable silence, before Malfoy spoke up.

“So… how are you?” His voice sounded raspy and sent chills down your spine, even if you tried to ignore it.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Alright, I guess. Only my head still hurts a bit, feeling a little bit dizzy, you know?”

Malfoy nodded.

“That´s good. Not that your head hurts though, I mean…” He trailed off. “How long have you been awake?”, the boy then asked.

“Not long. Still feel a bit tired.”

“I can leave if you want to rest.”, Malfoy quickly offered.

But you shook your head just as quick.

“No, it´s fine. I mean, if you want to stay. You don’t have to though.”

“Well, I mainly wanted to make sure you are alright.”

“Why though?”

Malfoy lowered his gaze, staring at his feet.

“Looked like Flint had gotten you bad yesterday. I was quite…” He came to a halt.

“Worried?”, you completed his sentence with an amused tone in your voice.

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, if I wouldn’t have got fooled by your tricks…”

“It wasn’t your fault.”, you quickly interrupted him. “I don’t blame you. The only one who screwed up was Flint. But as I heard, he got what he deserved afterwards.”

You looked at Malfoy, watching his reaction closely, but he only glanced up at you shyly, obviously relieved you didn’t put the blame on him. But just as he was about to answer, Madame Pomfrey came up to your bed, eager to check on you, even if you assured her that you were just fine.

“I insist.”, the woman said vigorously. “Mr Malfoy, if I may ask you to leave now.”

“But…”, the boy argued, but Madame Pomfrey cut him off immediately.

“No Mr Malfoy. I need to check on miss (Y/l/n) now and after this, she needs to rest.”

“But Madame Pomfrey, why can´t I…”

“No!”, she cut him off again, her tone leaving no room for discussion.

You had no doubt Madame Pomfrey would get rid of the boy by force if she had to, so you smiled at Malfoy calmingly.

“It´s alright. I´m in safe hands now. But thanks for stopping by. Really.”

Malfoy returned your smile shyly, making your heart fluttering in your chest.

“Would you mind if I come here once more later?”, he asked, avoiding your gaze and shifting from one foot to the other.

Your smile only grew wider.

“Not at all.”

Malfoy looked at you as if he wanted to say something more, but Madame Pomfrey was faster.

“Now off you go. Let me do my job.”

After Madame Pomfrey had finished her examination, she assured you that you would be back on your legs -and even more important back on your broom- in no time. In between her ranting about how dangerous Quidditch was, she told you that she wanted you to stay in the hospital wing for one more night before she would send you back to your dorm the next morning.

And when Madame Pomfrey was done with you, pulled the separation back in its place and scurried to her next patient, you let yourself sink back into your soft pillow and slowly doze off.

Not much later you were woken up by your mattress slightly sinking down under the weight of another person. As you opened your eyes, you saw Malfoy leaning on the edge of your bed.

“Hey.”, he greeted you, a small smile playing around his lips.

“Hey.”, you returned.

“I didn’t mean to wake you. Sorry.”

You shook your head and sat up slightly, resting your upper body on your elbows.

“You finally changed clothes. And showered.”, you stated, as you noticed Malfoy was by now wearing his usual clothes again and that his hair was still being slightly wet.

The Slytherin let out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, was on time after the game yesterday.”

He fell silent.

“Have you really been here the entire night?”, you asked.

Malfoy shifted uncomfortably and avoided your gaze as he nodded.

You felt your cheeks heating as you smiled. The thought of him sitting by your bedside the entire night, watching over you, felt strangely comforting.

“There was no need for that, I´m just fine.”, you said softly.

“Well, you weren’t awake to tell me back then.”, he answered in a defiant voice.

“That´s a good point.”, you chuckled.

 “Don’t think your friends were really happy about it though.”, Malfoy huffed. “I think they were worried I might murder you in your sleep or something like that.”

“Ain´t that absurd, is it?”, you responded.

Malfoy frowned.

“Maybe… But you know I´d never hurt you on purpose, don’t you?”

And as you looked into his grey eyes, you just couldn’t help but believe him. So you nodded.

“I know.”

And Malfoy stayed with you for almost the rest of the day. Only when in the afternoon Luna Lovegood stopped by in the afternoon, with a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers, assuring you that some of them had healing powers, Malfoy pulled a face and excused himself for a while. Luna being the absolute sweetheart she was, she stayed a while and chatted with you. She informed you about everything that was going on in the Ravenclaw tower by now, including that you were officially the hero of the house and Marcus Flint enemy number one. The only thing leaving you slightly irritated was that Luna assured you that -if Malfoy wouldn’t have caught you before you hit the ground- the garden gnomes would have done so, who were secretly still living at the pitch, having formed their own little society under the stands by now. Speaking of Malfoy, Luna assured you -very incidentally and while saying goodbye to you- that she had always known that the two of you would be a wonderful couple one day since she had seen the glances Malfoy was always giving you when he knew you weren’t looking, as well as she had overheard all the very nice things that he had always said to his friends about you. When you asked her how she knew this, Luna just responded with a shrug of her shoulders that people like Draco never really cared about people like her being around, making it very easy for her to look behind the façade of people.

When Luna had left and Draco returned shortly afterwards, you were still baffled by the girl, as well as what she had just told you. From that point on, you enjoyed Draco´s company even more, even though it felt kinda strange to actually talk to him, besides some teases about the quality of the Quidditch play of the other one.

The sun already set, when Draco finally got ready to go and leave for dinner. You were almost sad he already had to leave, since you had much fun to spend some time with him, especially when everything else you had been able to do for the day had been lying in bed.

“I think I´ll leave now.”, Draco said, as he was standing in front of you, ready to go.

You nodded and smiled at him sweetly.

“Thanks for staying with me. It was quite nice to have some company.”

“Even if it was me?”, Draco grinned.

“Even if it was you.”, you confirmed. Or maybe especially because it had been him.

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“What did you just say?”

“That it was nice to have some company. Even if it was you.”

“No, after that.”

Did you really had just said this out loud? Maybe your head had carried away more damage than you had thought.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I would know if I did, wouldn’t I?”

“Misheard you then I guess.”, Draco mumbled, scratching his neck.

“Probably.”, you answered, trying to prevent your cheeks from intensifying their red shade.

“Well, then I´ll really leave now.”, Draco said and you nodded.

Still, the boy didn’t move.

“You´re a great seeker, you know that?”, he suddenly blurted out. “And I... I was really worried about you when you got hit by that damn bludger.”

You looked at Draco in surprise. The boy was looking at the ground, his cheeks at least as red as yours.

“I… thanks.”

Draco nodded before he took a step back, now actually intending to leave.

“Well, I see you around I guess.”

“Draco?”

The boy froze just as he was about to turn away from you as he heard his name leaving your lips.

“Yeah?”

“You´re a great player too. And I… I´m really glad you stayed with me. The night I mean. And now. And thanks for bringing me here. And everything else.”

Draco now turned around to you again, stepping a bit closer to you. You could see a small smile playing around his lips.

“Not for this.”, he responded.

You nodded vigorously.

“Yes for this.”, you returned. “You didn’t have to do this but you still did. That was… nice.”

Draco raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Nice? I´m not nice.”, he chuckled.

“Yes you are.”, you answered. “You´re not half as much of a prick when your feet are back on earth.”

“Doesn’t make any sense anymore now, does it? I mean we lost the game already.”

“Even one more reason to be mean to me. Never took you for a good loser.”, you smiled.

Draco returned your smile. He stepped even closer than before until he was standing directly next to your bed and took your hand in his bigger ones. As his thumb carefully brushed over the back of your hand, you could feel a goosebump covering your entire body. Draco´s eyes met yours and never left them, as he returned: “I think you got me, wrong darling. We might have lost the game, but I don’t feel like a loser at all.”

He placed a small kiss on the back of your hand, his grin only growing wider as he noticed how your breath hitched as his lips slightly brushed your hand.

“Never thought that there was anything more important to you than the game.”, you responded in a breathy voice.

You could feel your heart hammering inside your chest, as Draco interlocked the fingers of his one hand with yours, while his other hand brushed some strands of hair out of your face, before caressing the last signs of the, by now almost completely healed, bruises on your face and neck. His eyes were still locked with yours, searching for any signs of pain or discomfort. But as he didn’t notice any of these and saw you didn’t have any intention to shy away from his touch, he slightly bent forwards, his face only centimetres away from yours.

“I can think of at least one thing that is far more important than anything else now.”, he whispered.

And when his lips finally met yours, you had to agree with Draco. There were much more important things than stupid games -even though you had to admit that you were already looking forward to bringing up the fact that you had outsmarted Draco at some point again-, Bludgers and house cups.

And one of those things was right in front of you.

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Pure-Blood Potter: Chapter 15

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Potter!Reader (Eventually)

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Once the Christmas Holiday was over and students returned to school, everyone was back to studying. Well, studying and Quidditch. Draco was so excited about the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff game that he begged me to watch with him. I agreed only if Cedric could sit with us. Draco reluctantly agreed. The two of us were walking to the field and Draco was talking about how he just knows Hufflepuff will beat the stupid Gryffindors. As we were making our way there we noticed people walking away from the field. 

“Why’s everyone leaving?” I asked. 

“Maybe they changed their minds?” Draco suggested. 

“I doubt it, this bloody school loves Quidditch.” I said and he chuckled. 

“Perhaps something happened then? Maybe to Potter!” Draco said as he smiled at the idea. 

“Y/N!” I looked around and saw Cedric running our way. 

“Ced! What’s going on? Why’s everyone leaving?” I asked as he hugged me. 

“The match was canceled, no idea why though.” He said and I looked at Draco confused. 

“Quidditch canceled?” Draco asked and Cedric nodded. 

“Y/N Potter!” Professor McGonagall called my name. I looked past Cedric and saw her walking towards us with my half-brother and Weasley in tow. 

“Professor? Is everything alright?” I asked and she smiled at me sadly. 

“I’m afraid I’ll need you to follow me and Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley.” She said and I furrowed my eyebrows. 

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked and she shook her head. 

“There’s something the three of you should see. Now, if you would follow me please.” She said. I nodded and turned towards my two boys. 

“I suppose I’ll see you two later.” I said and gave Cedric a peck on the lips and Draco one on the cheek. I turned and followed Professor McGonagall and the two boys to wherever we were headed. 

Professor McGonagall led us to the hospital wing and I was even more confused than I was before. I looked over at the boys and they were just as confused. Harry looked at me and shrugged, answering my unspoken question. 

“I warn you. This could be a wee bit of a shock.” She said, stopping us just as we entered. She led us inside and Madam Pomfrey was standing next to one of the bed where Hermione laid? 

“Hermione…” Weasley whispered in shock. 

“She was found near the library… along with this.” Professor McGonagall said as she picked up a mirror. 

“Does it mean anything to any of you?” She asked and we all shook our heads. 

“No.” Harry answered quietly. 

“I’ll give you three a moment.” She said. Her and Madam Pomfrey walked away and it was just the three of us with a petrified Hermione. 

“Alright, what are you three up to?” I asked. 

“Nothing! I didn’t even know she was going to the library.” Harry said and Ron nodded behind him. 

“I know you’re lying.” I said, crossing my arms. Harry and Ron looked at each other and sighed. 

“Alright, we’re trying to find out who opened the Chamber of Secrets.” Harry said and I shook my head. 

“Why don’t you leave that to the Professors? I mean just look at Hermione!” I said and they looked guilty. 

“We were just trying to help…” Ron said and then my eyes widened. 

“Oh Merlin! You two were in the Slytherin common room over Christmas break!” I said and their eyes widened. 

“You two posed as Vincent and Gregory and snuck into the common room! That why they were acting so odd… Oh I have half a mind to go tell Professor McGonagall about this and get you both detention!” I said and Harry shook his head. 

“Please don’t Y/N, we were just trying to figure out who opened the Chamber so we could stop what’s happening.” Harry begged and I narrowed my eyes at him. 

“You are unbelievable…” I said. 

“Please Y/N?” He asked and I sighed. 

“Fine, but you better not do anything like that again!” I said and he smiled and nodded. 

“You and Malfoy are disgusting by the way.” Ron said and I narrowed my eyes at him. 

“Draco is my best friend and we always will be.” I said and they rolled their eyes. 

“I wish you weren’t…” Harry mumbled and I glared at him. Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey returned and gave us sad smiles. 

“Alright, off to your common rooms all of you.” She said and we nodded. I glanced at Hermione one last time and sighed. If Draco says one word about this I swear… 

I walked back to my common room and once I entered everyone was sitting around and talking. Draco noticed me and waved me over. I sat down next to him on the couch and looked around confused. 

“What’s going on?” I asked. 

“We were told to stay here and wait for Professor Snape. Apparently there’s an announcement.” Pansy said and I nodded. 

“What did Professor McGonagall want, love?” He asked and I sighed. 

“It was about Hermione… she’s been petrified…” I answered, looking down at my hands. I looked up and saw Pansy smirking and Draco looked at me worried. 

“Are you alright?” He asked and I nodded. 

“I’m fine, just worried for her.” I said with a small smile. 

“Don’t tell me you care about that bloody Mudblood, Draco.” Pansy said in a disgusted tone. 

“I care about Y/N.” He answered and I smiled. It wasn’t really an answer to her question, but I understood what he was saying. He was trying and I was happy about that. 

Professor Snap walked in and I looked over at him. He had his same unreadable expression on his face, but he had a scroll in his hand. 

“Silence!” He called and everyone instantly quieted down. 

“Due to recent events, we have new rules that will be put into effect immediately.” He said and unrolled the scroll. 

“All students will return to their house common rooms by six every evening. All students will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No exceptions.” He said. He left and everyone whispered to each other. 

“Do you think it’s safe here?” I asked and Draco wrapped his arm around me. He gently squeezed me. 

“You’re a Pure-blood, love, nothing will happen to you.” He said and I bit my lip. 

“What if whatever’s doing this decided to change it’s mind?” I asked. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, love. I doubt it will change it’s mind, especially if it has to do with the heir of Slytherin.” He said and I sighed. 

“I suppose so…” 

The conversation shifted to other things, but I wasn’t fully paying attention. I was still worried about Hermione. Draco noticed and nudged me. I looked up at him and he gave me a questioning look. I just shook my head and looked away. 

“We’re gonna head to bed, night guys.” Draco said and pulled me up with him. I looked at him confused and turned to our friends. Vincent, Gregory, and Blasie were all smirking at us while Pansy was glaring at me. 

“Uh, night I suppose.” I said and let Draco pulled me up to the boys dorm. He tossed me one of his sweaters and a pair of his pajama pants. He turned around and I got dressed while he did the same. He pulled me into bed with him and I snuggled into him. 

“You alright, love?” He asked and I sighed. 

“I just can’t stop thinking about Hermione… what if she never wakes up?” I asked and he sighed. 

“As much as I don’t care about Granger, I’m sure she’ll wake up.” He said. 

“Yeah, but-” 

“Hush, love. Just stop thinking about it. The Professors are working on a cure, right?” He asked and I nodded. 

“So there’s no reason for you to worry.” He said and kissed my forehead. I sighed and nodded. 

“Alright…” I whispered. He pulled me closer and I snuggled into his chest. 

“I missed this.” He whispered. 

“Me too, we haven’t done this since summer.” I said and he nodded. 

“Now get some sleep.” I nodded and slowly fell into a dreamless sleep. 

Over the next few days I went to visit Hermione in the Hospital wing. I made sure to do it when Harry and Ron weren’t there. I honestly didn’t want to have spend time with them. I walked into the room and Harry and Ron were just rushing out. 

“Hi Y/N! Bye Y/N!” Harry said and I looked at them confused. 

“What odd boys.” I said, shaking my head. I walked over to Hermione and noticed the boys had replaced the flowers next to her. I smiled slightly and gently sat next to her. 

“I hope you’ll be alright, ‘Mione.” I said and gently placed my hand on hers. 

“It’s been so boring without you to study with.” I laughed. 

“I’ve been stuck with Draco, Pansy, Vincent, Gregory, and Blaise. Honestly it’s just Draco and Pansy that have been on my nerves.” I sighed. 

“They keep flirting and it’s so bloody annoying.” I said and looked down at her face. 

“Sorry… You have more important things to worry about.” I said. 

“All students are to return to their house dormitories at once. All teachers to the second floor corridor immediately.” Professor McGonagall announced. 

“Sorry ‘Mione, I have to go.” I whispered and got up. I started to go to my common room when I bumped into someone. 

“Oh sorry.” I said and looked up to see Cedric. 

“Hey darling, what are you doing out?” He asked. 

“I was visiting Hermione, but my time got cut short when I heard the announcement.” I said with a small frown. 

“I don’t think it’s safe, let me walk you to your common room.” He said and wrapped his arm around me. 

“Oh you don’t have to. I mean you should get back to your common room too.” I said and he smiled down at me. 

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t and something happened to you?” He asked and my smile grew. 

“You’re so sweet, Ced.” I said and rested my head on his shoulder. We walked quickly through the corridors and managed to get to my door rather fast. 

“Thank you, Ced.” I said and kissed him. 

“Of course, darling.” He smiled. 

“Now go to yours quickly.” I said and he chuckled. 

“I’ll see you later.” He said and pecked my lips once more. Cedric rushed off to go to his common room. I turned around and said the password before walking inside. 

“Y/N!” Draco said, rushing over to me and engulfing me in a hug. 

“Are you alright, love?” He asked and looked me over. 

“I’m fine, Dray. I was just visiting Hermione.” I said and he sighed in relief. 

“You were going through the halls alone?” He asked and I shook my head. 

“No, I bumped into Cedric, he dropped me off.” I said and he scoffed. 

“I should have gone with you.” He said and I shook my head. 

“I’m fine, Dray.” I said and hugged him again. He took me over to our friends and it seems everyone was alright. 

The next day at dinner I was sitting with our friends and looked out for Hermione. Sir Nicholas was already back, along with Filch's cat, and that Gryffindor boy. I kept looking at the door and it was starting to annoy my friends. 

“Y/N, you’re gonna break your bloody neck looking out for that Gryffindor girl.” Blaise said. 

“I can’t help it, she should be here already!” I said and Draco placed his hand on my bouncing leg. 

“Calm down, love. I’m sure she’s fine.” He said and I glanced back at the door. 

“Hermione!” I squealed and quickly got up. I rushed to the Great Hall doors and engulfed her in a hug. 

“‘Mione! You’re alright!” I said and she laughed as she hugged me. 

“I’m fine, Y/N.” She said and I pulled back. 

“Also I heard you when I was petrified and you pretty much only talked about Malfoy.” She said with a smirk. 

“No, I talked about Draco and Pansy.” I said and she shook her head. 

“You are so jealous and blind.” She said and I playfully shoved her. 

“Maybe I liked you better petrified…” I said and she laughed. She looked past me and I looked over to see Ron and Harry smiling at her. 

“Go on, I should get back to Draco before he burns holes in the back of my head.” I said and she smiled. 

“I’ll talk with you later, promise.” She said and I nodded. I turned back and sat next to Draco, who had moved slightly closer to Pansy. 

“I told you she’d be fine…” Draco mumbled and I smiled. 

“Maybe I should have listened to you.” I said and he smirked slightly. Someone tapped on their glass and I looked up to see McGonagall doing it. 

“Could I have your attention, please?” She asked and everyone quieted down. Professor Dumbledore stood up. 

“Before we begin the feast, let us have a round of applause for Professor Sprout, Madam Pomfrey, whose Mandrake juice has been so successfully administered to all who had been petrified.” He said and everyone clapped and cheered, except Draco. 

“Also, in light of recent events, as a school treat, all exams have been canceled.” He said and everyone cheered loudly. I frowned slightly and Draco rolled his eyes at me. 

“You and Granger are probably the only ones upset about this.” He said. 

“I studied so hard! I was so ready for them.” I said and Draco shook his head. Just then the doors opened and Hagrid walked in, making everyone look his way. 

“Sorry I’m late.” He said as everyone looked at him shocked. 

“The owl that delivered my release papers got all lost and confused. Some ruddy bird call Errol.” He said and some students giggled. Hagrid stopped at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. 

“And I’d just like to say that uh, if it hadn’t been for you, Harry and Ron and Hermione, of course, I would uh, I’d still be you know where. So I’d like to say thanks.” He said and Harry got up. 

“There’s no Hogwarts without you, Hagrid.” He said and Draco scoffed. Dumbledore started clapping and soon the rest of the school joined in. Vincent tried to stand up and join, but Draco pulled him back down by his tie. I narrowed my eyes at him and stood up to clap, making Draco roll his eyes. I stuck my tongue out at him and he smirked slightly. What a way to end the year…

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[legitelizabethwwefan]

College AU - Chamber x Fem! Reader

A/N: Here's my first imagine to get the ball rolling! Please feel free to send requests as you wish! I'll get more solid rules in place soon, but NSFW is acceptable (though nothing too intense). Also, feel free to request any agent(s).

Until then, enjoy!

Word count: 845

No warnings.

A sigh left your lips as you trudged to the last class of your first day at college. You glanced down at the map of campus to ensure you had made it to the right building- after all, no one wants to be that person who has to run across campus after walking to the wrong destination.

Fortunately, you had made it to the correct building where your French I class would take place. You weren't majoring in French, but needed some sort of elective to fill in that didn't seem too hard. While your knowledge of the language was far from vast, it wasn't non-existent compared to others. You weren't really looking forward to this class as opposed to the rest of your timetable this semester.

I just have to bullshit my way through this class and pass it, you thought as you found the lecture hall with ten minutes to spare.

The massive classroom was already half-full, with students clamouring at desks with their laptops or tablets out. Several seats remained empty, but someone sat beside every single one. The sight of so many college students in one lecture hall left your heart racing and eyes darting wildly about.

"Are you alright?"

You jumped upon a young man's voice hitting your ear drum. You had to clamp your mouth with one hand to keep from cursing loudly. It took only a second for the culprit to walk around you and look into your eyes. A smirk was on his face as he chuckled softly.

"My apologies," he said, his French accent thick. "I did not mean to scare you."

"It's fine," you blurted as you gave him a once-over. His hair is in a combover, and he wore a white dress shirt with brown slacks. He also had a brown leather laptop bag instead of a backpack slung on his shoulder. Compared to the college guys you had seen on-campus so far, he was overdressed for class.

"Are you the professor? Or the TA?" you asked.

The young man chuckled. "No, but I suppose I look the part, non? I'm just a student like you."

You blushed, embarrassment washing over you. "Sorry, I didn't-"

"It's alright," the man said with a soft smile. "Let's sit together, shall we?"

You nodded before following him to two unoccupied seats. Once sitting down, you grabbed your laptop and notebook to get organized before class began.

"I'm sorry, but I should introduce myself," the man piped up as he finished setting up his laptop. "My name's Vincent Fabron."

"Y/N. Nice to meet you."

You exchanged a handshake, noting how firm yet warm his hand felt in yours. It left you smiling at the physical contact.

When class began a few minutes later, a thought suddenly dawned on you. Why would someone who sounded so French take a French class? It didn't make any sense. Unless he grew up somewhere where the accent was popular but never had the chance to learn the language himself, it seemed silly for him to be there.

With it being the first French I class, the professor gave everyone the break by ending after less than an hour. But she made it clear that the following classes would be the normal three-hour length going forward.

"It was nice to meet you, Y/N," Vincent said as you started packing up your things.

"You too," you replied. "I have one question- do you speak French already?" You shut your eyes at the stupidity of asking a question with such an obvious answer. But you couldn't think of another way to broach the subject.

Vincent's chuckle was warm. "I speak fluently."

You frowned. "So, why take French I?"

"I needed an easy A for my elective."

The honesty in his response made you laugh as you two strolled out of class. Fortunately, your classmates didn't seem to notice your ongoing conversation while filing out the lecture hall.

"That's kinda why I took it too, to be honest," you confessed. "But I'm not fluent like you."

Vincent raised his eyebrows. "Perhaps I can help with that?"

It was your turn to raise your eyebrows. "You'd do that?"

"Of course, mon cher. Think of it as an apology for earlier," Vincent crooned. His previous smirk had returned.

But you weren't convinced. "Sounds like you're looking for an excuse to spend more time with me."

Vincent chuckled. "You got me there, mon cher. Is that a no, then?"

"Didn't say that."

"Then I suppose we should become study buddies, shall we?"

You flashed a winning smile as you both exited the building. "I'd like that."

Vincent smiled. "I must get going, Y/N. But I look forward to seeing you again."

The two of you exchanged phone numbers with the promise to stay in touch. Once that was done, Vincent strolled off in the direction of the library. You waited until he was out of sight before you began walking to your dorm for the day.

Perhaps French I wouldn't be such a drag after all.

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[aftmostreaper]

Broken

felt like writing angst. 

Wine bottles both empty and broken lay across the carpeted floor, a fallen lamp not far from them flickers in between life and death. The smell of tears and wine flowed across the darkened room as a broken melody from a shattered speaker echoed along.

The occupant sat still on the unmade bed, his white shirt drenched in sweat and tears as his shoulders quivered, the formerly bright golden markings trailing his skin now reduced to only a faint yellow glow, on his left-hand lies a  half-drunken bottle of red, on his right a fistful of the stained, white sheets.

A quiet sob leaves his parted lips before he raises the bottle up to them. With his head tiled up, he downs the rest of its nectar.

As more of the alcohol poured down his throat, more of his tears slipped through his tightly shut eyes. And when the final drop fell, so did the bottle, its glass thumping on the stained carpet with reddened hazel eyes trailing along.

The broken man shakily whispered to the darkness;  “Why did you take them?”

As another sob escaped his pale lips, he let himself fall down onto the crumpled sheets, shakily pulling a hoodie into his arms, hugging it tightly before exhaustion finally took its toll and pulled him into the world of dreams.

—-------------------------------------------

But even within the depths of his mind, the harsh reality still finds a way to crawl in and torment him even more.

Floating between an endless void, he opens his eyes to be met with nothing but darkness and the echoes of his breaths filling the empty space. Time seemed to slow down as the scream of a hawk screeched and a blinding light filled his vision.

Regaining from the recent ambush, he looks around him, and like a bullet from a gun, realization hits. With the dry and sandy desert on his left and the lush green forestry on his right, he stands in between the crack that spanned across the whole facility. 

The place where he and himself took countless lives without any remorse or regret. 

It was just business after all

Then the anguished scream of his beloved echoed through the still air, unknown where. But he was sure that they were there.

Quickly rising to his feet, he looks about the broken facility, images of the aftermath of the tragedy that he had caused flashing before his teary eyes.

The echoing screams of many blaring in all directions, the panicked footsteps of those trying to escape the blast reverberating across empty hallways as he tried to call for whose more important

To him at least.

“Vincent”

There it was, the voice of his reason, the voice of comfort. It was weak, yet hopeful. 

And once his eyes set upon his beloved, everything around him came to a standstill. The screams of pain and agony dissipated into thin air as he looked at the slouching form of his love.

His eyes trailing along the blood seeping from within their clothes as a puddle of blues, yellows, and oranges lay beneath their feet, a trail of violet smoke behind their back.

He wanted to go toward his reason, his everything, his life. But he found himself rooted to the ground, disembodied hands keeping a firm grip, preventing him from going any further.

But he did not give up, screaming as he tries to fight but only falling to the concrete floor, he tries to dig his nails into the unforgiving surface. Doing nothing but tearing the flesh off his breaking fingers. 

And like a leaf in autumn, his beloved fell to the ground, revealing the man behind his world, wearing a sinister smile, with eyes shining with amusement behind frames glasses, the all to familiar image of himself grinning at the broken couple.

“NO!’

He screamed whilst reaching out to to the unmoving body that lay on the floor as the hands that once held him down pulled him into the void of darkness.

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[sttoru]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you’ve been one of sukuna’s many concubines for quite a while now. yet, you still cannot get rid of the jealousy in your system whenever he interacts with the other women in his harem.

wc. idk around 1 to 2k

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. angst (hurt to comfort), fluff, suggestive at the end. heian era. you call sukuna ‘my lord’. reader gets called ‘brat, little girl’. size difference. no part2, don’t ask i beg. not beta read.

“get back here, brat,” sukuna raises his voice as he follows you. he isn’t one to care about others’ emotional outbursts, yet here he is, chasing you after you’ve poured out your heart to him.

you don’t know why you’re this upset. you do know, however, that it’s childish of you to walk away mid dinner. you should’ve just stayed seated and refuse to let the thoughts consume you.

now you’re speed walking down the hallways of the estate—your legs carrying you as fast as they can without actually making a run for it. your mind keeps replaying the ‘unsettling’ scene that caused you to flee.

you remember it vividly. the sound of sukuna’s low, amused chuckle. how intrigued it was because of something another concubine told him—how he stopped chewing to say something back to her. which he rarely does.

hell, you’ve never seen him laugh around his other concubines.

“i do not wish to talk to you right now, my lord,” you reply, voice raised so the distance wouldn’t make it a hassle for the king of curses to hear you. you know that feisty attitude of yours entertains sukuna to no end.

he raises an eyebrow once he’s heard your voice; how it’s dripping with envy and hurt. you’ve never reacted like that before—at least not in his presence. it made him want to figure out why and how.

though, he can easily guess the reasoning behind your sudden defiance.

“oh, that so?” sukuna hums. he’s lenient with you this time around. he could catch up to you in under a split second, but he decides to give you that sense of accomplishment first before completely destroying it. he walks after you slowly, your fast steps being the same tempo as his slow pace.

you don’t answer. you’re stubborn. you have no right to feel jealous. you are a fairly new concubine—only a couple months ago did you join sukuna’s harem. yet, the time spent with him was precious.

he treats you differently. everyone notices that. everyone tells you the same. you know he does by the way he lets you off the hook with most stuff you say and do.

you don’t know what you did to gain his favouritsm, but it’s addicting. his attention is addictive. real addictive.

you had sworn not to develop any unneccessary feelings for that ruthless sorcerer. but, with the way sukuna treated you so gently behind closed doors, it was impossible not to.

you eventually reach the doors to your chambers. you slide them open and wish to close them behind you, only for a big hand to halt those movements. you freeze in place and refuse to look up at the owner of that said hand.

“look up,” sukuna demands. his voice causes goosebumps to appear on your arms, but you still don't budge. he clicks his tongue. that’s your first warning. two more and your punishment will be carried out, “we can do this the hard way too if you want.”

you turn your head, your fingers curling around the material of your kimono. you really should not feel this way about a little interaction between sukuna and his other concubine. that is none of your concern. what he does with those other women is none of your concern.

and yet. . .

“i don't want to,” you retort. sukuna walks into your room with a sigh. each step he takes forwards, you take backwards. your back finally bumps against the wall next to your bed.

sukuna towers over you, his tall and big frame making you feel vulnerable. especially with the way those red eyes of his are staring down at you. he crosses all four of his arms before speaking.

“tell me what’s running through that head of yours,” sukuna inquires sternly. he isn’t playing around anymore, you can tell. you glance the other way—knowing that he will laugh at you the moment you tell him why you’re upset.

you have a feeling he knows the reason behind your tantrum anyway.

“it’s nothing of importance, my lord,” you shake your head and relax your tense shoulders to make you seem less upset. your words have some truth in them—you don’t think your feelings of envy hold any value to him.

sukuna sighs again. he’s trying his best not to be annoyed at you. you’re his favorite and he wishes not to sadden you any further. he steps forwards, one hand moving to cup the side of your face.

his rough fingers play with a string of your hair, “i’m not stupid, little girl. i don’t like it when my woman is in distress.”

your heart skips a beat. this is what confuses you—how he can go from stern to gentle and vice versa. it’s surprisingly unexpected, which makes you long for more. even if his behaviour is confusing.

you look up at sukuna. your eyes meet for the first time in a good couple minutes. the corner of sukuna’s lips curls up into a satisfied smirk. that’s one step closer to getting you to open up.

“now,” the king of curses lowers his head to your eye level, the proximity all the more nerve wracking. he holds your jaw super tightly out of the blue. it makes you whimper.

“spit it out.”

there it is. the duality of the man strikes once more. you swallow the spit that’s been building up in your mouth. you bite your bottom lip lightly, trying to gather and form the right words to explain yourself.

sukuna wouldn’t understand. he’s a cold-hearted man who doesn’t care about such ‘trivial’ matters. he’ll just call you stupid, pathetic or whatever other derogatory term.

you stop your thoughts for a moment.

“it’s really just a stupid thing,” you mutter. your fingers curl around sukuna’s wrist—the one hand he’s using to firmly hold your jaw. you take a deep breath in, “i did not like it when you, errr. . . when that woman talked to you at the dinner table.”

your voice is clearly dripping with jealousy. pure, pure jealousy. and for what? because he talked to his other concubine. you feel stupid. you thought you discarded your personal feelings for the sorcerer before you the moment you turned into one of his many women.

“that woman?” sukuna tilts his head, feigning ignorance. that little grin on his face tells you enough. he’s playing with you like some form of entertainment. well, technically you are.

he wants you to be specific. he’s forcing you to be by acting like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

in all honesty, sukuna’s already forgotten what that woman had said to him. it wasn’t and still isn’t worth remembering. all he can recall is your adorable facial expression when you saw him interact like that with his other concubine.

that little frown on your face was priceless. it makes him want to keep teasing you.

“you know who i am talking about, my lord,” you huff, trying to look away, but get stopped by sukuna readjusting his grip on your jaw. he firmly yet gently taps your cheek once and you know what it means.

“attitude,” sukuna warns with a quick hiss. he can let you say whatever you want to him, but you also have some limits regarding which tone you use with him. you apologise quietly under your breath.

the king of curses nods in satisfaction before releasing the grip on your jaw. his large hand trails down to your neck, thumb rubbing up and down your throat, “so, my little girl is mad at me because i talked to another concubine of mine, huh?”

you nod mindlessly. sukuna can easily get you to comply with him—to obey his every word, simply with his actions. the terms of endearment he uses are the cherry on top. they slip off his tongue so easily with you.

“tsk tsk,” sukuna shakes his head. his hand is now on the back of your head, fingers tangled into your hair. he’s staring down at you with a smug expression. he knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger, “how childish of you.”

you knew that would be one of the things he’d say to you. what you didn’t expect is for him to go for a kiss right after. his lips land on yours firmly, and to no surprise, you instantly return the gesture.

your arms wrap around his neck—your chest pressing against his. sukuna wastes no time in picking you up and letting your legs encircle his waist. he’s not pulling away for air to breathe and you don’t either.

“you’re going to listen to me, yeah?” sukuna murmurs between passionate kisses. he’s holding onto you tightly with two arms, his free hands roaming over your body whilst he pins you against the wall.

when you whimper out a weak, high-pitched ‘yes, my lord’, he smirks against your mouth before turning to kiss your neck. he slightly bites the skin to make sure you’re paying attention to him.

“i don’t remember what that woman said,” sukuna continues, nearly out of breath because of the kisses he’s leaving all over you. he easily grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head on the wall, “i was too busy lookin’ at a much prettier concubine of mine.”

he pulls back a little so he can look you in the eyes. you’re panting and embarrassed by what he just said. one of his hands finds your face again, tracing the shape of your mouth.

“my favourite,” sukuna whispers whilst licking his lips. you can see it in his eyes: he’s silently planning out how he’s going to remind you of your place. your place as his favorite concubine.

he dips his head back down, aiming for the valley between your breasts. he closes his eyes before sucking on the surrounding flesh;

“guess i’ll be nice for once ‘nd show you just what it means to be my favorite so that you’ll never dare forget it again.”

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[ttsukiimi]

❛ A CONCUBINE’S DUTY! ❜

୨୧⋆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬  ⎯ What you didn't expect was for the king of curses to place you on his throne and drop to the ground. Sukuna grinned mischievously up at you. "You're the first I've kneeled before. You should revel in that."

୨୧⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬  ⎯ trueform!sukuna x fem!reader, smut (mdni), fingering, implied size differece, overstimulation, slight choking, slight nipple play, sukuna uses a tongue on his hand, multiple orgasms, reader passes out for some minutes, oral (female receiving), sukuna referred to as lord, reader referred to as (woman)

Your legs seemed to tremble under you with each nervous step you took, threatening to give out under the weight of unease settling into you. And there was no denying it, after weeks of your initial arrival, Sukuna had finally summoned you--though your heart felt heavy and skittish in your chest.

Some have described him as immoral, wicked...malevolent even. How would he treat you? A lowly concubine, not to mention he had countless others.

In the midst of your thinking, you failed to notice you had arrived to his chamber. You opened the door and met with the sight of Sukuna, sat on his throne and deliciously manspread.

His eyes lit up as he saw you, interested, his mind already racing with thoughts of what he'd do to you.

Quickly, you bowed to the ground, your ears perking at the unusual sound of his deep yet rich laughter.

"How amusing. Up," he ordered, and you complied. You awkwardly stood at the foot of his throne, your neck craning up just to have a look at him, and though you felt so small, as if you were prey, you slowly began to admire him. It's the first time you've seen him this up close, and you’re not afraid to say that he’s devilishly handsome.

Sukuna patted his thigh, now your personal seat, and you sat. “You seem uptight.” He rasped in your ear, his upper hands fondling with your chest while his lower held you in place. “Let's fix that.”

And after came the sound of your top being ripped to shreds, a gasp leaving your parted lips as he began to play with your nipples. You failed to stifle the moans that poured out of your mouth, embarrassed as he hadn’t even really done anything yet.

He noticed this and grinned. “I think I’ll enjoy you,”

One of his hands snaked down to the innermost part of your thigh, his long fingers swiping up and down your sopping folds, collecting your slick. Sukuna inwardly groaned at the wet feeling and pushed a finger into your hole, gritting his teeth in resistance at how tightly you clamped around his digit.

"Fuck, don't think I'll fit." he sighed smugly, adding another and beginning to slowly move them and out. "But I think you can take it, can't you?"

You nodded. That was all you wanted in the moment--the hard cock you could feel rising under your ass--but you knew not to speak until spoken to. Your hands moved on their own to his lap and palmed his erection, an amused look blooming on his face.

Sukuna removed his finger from your cunt and shoved them into your mouth, reaching your throat and causing you to choke. "You don't have permission to touch me yet, woman" he hummed. "But I guarantee your pussy will determine if you get to or not."

Tears welled down your cheeks as you gasped for air, chest heaving, and your heart rate only skyrocketed as you felt the tip of his cock lined up to your entrance.

He thrust himself in, not giving you any time to adjust to his abnormally huge size. Sukuna sucked his teeth--just as he thought--you were too tight for him to move.

"Relax some," his voice boomed in your ear, and you tried your best to do so. But he was impatient, dying to feel you sucking around him, and began fucking up into you soon after.

Sukuna had this...thing of his. He was known for 'sometimes' being too rough on his concubines, leaving them unable to walk and passed out after he was done--but those were for his pure amusement. This time, he thinks, he won't be able to hold himself back from breaking you.

Your moans echoed throughout the spacious room, eyes closing shut in a mix of pain and pleasure. "Lord Sukuna!" you mewled, feeling wetness slide down your thighs, trembling as the intrusion of his cock left your back arched in pleasure.

"Tch. I don't remember giving you permission to talk either." he gritted his teeth, a hand cupping your cheeks and forcing you to look up him. Sukuna held eye contact with you, occasionally breaking the contact to stare at the way your tits bounced as he fucked you.

He felt so deep, reaching the spots you didn't know could even be touched, his tip brushing past your sweet spot every so often. And you felt so overstimulated, quivering in his hold, but Sukuna's hand slid down to your thighs once more, and there was suddenly a tongue lapping at your pussy.

You had forgotten he could do that.

"mmf--!" you were cut off by a hand squeezing your throat. Your orgasm came crashing down onto you, swooping you off your feet and it had you seeing stars as you came on his cock.

Though, until he was done, nothing was done. You came two more times until he finally pulled out, spurting his hot seed on your tits and face, admiring his work after.

What you didn't expect was for the king of curses to place you on his throne and drop to the ground. Sukuna grinned mischievously up at you.

"You're the first I've kneeled before. You should revel in that." he spoke before he began to eat you out, slurping at your wetness and sucking on your puffy, red clit. Something in him was enjoying this a bit too much.

He watched you break down in front of him, trembling, trying your best to keep your eyes and legs open for the man under you, but by your sixth you were spent, unable to control your limp limbs anymore.

Sukuna's face covered in slick was the last thing you saw before your vision dotted black, and you were out. When you finally came to, you weren't in your room, and by the way his cum still dripped from your body, you could tell it wasn't long after you passed out.

Your vision darted around; the lavish bed you woke up on, the intricate details everywhere--it couldn't be.

But a door opened and there was Sukuna, a towel hung loosely over his hips, his blush pink hair wet and dripping onto his skin. He walked towards you, drying his hair before he sat down on the opposite side of the bed. "You'll be sleeping here from now on."

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[caramel1mochi]

Beau Idéal [Chamber x F! Reader] [2]

Heya, welcome back!

I swear writing Chamber dialogue is SO HARD. He's like a greek sculpture in text form, he NEEDS to be perfect in every way shape and form! Also physical, but you know, haha...

Anyway, this one's a bit short, but I might be kinda having some problems irl and I'm trying my best to keep writing. If I suddenly stop posting or my writing starts to lack, now you know why! Sorry in advance!!

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Chamber x F! Reader

Part 1 - Part 2

Genre: Fluff, but only if you squint really hard.

CW: Emotional manipulation, mental warfare, Geneva convention? Who's she?

Synopsis: Behind his poise façade lies an ocean of inhuman thoughts. This is the first time Chamber let his mask slip. And unfortunately, as the only witness; you happen to have a front-row seat.

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It only took a few minutes, and here you were, standing at the entrance to his office. Light peeked through underneath the metal door, but only barely. You felt dread perk up from within.

Knocking would flatten your knuckles, given how dry your soil was. You pressed your fingers against the sensor next to the door, your ‘fingerprints’ being scanned by the machine. Of course, it didn’t allow you entry, but it sent him a notification that someone was outside.

And just as quickly, the door slid open. The scent of his cologne entered your nostrils and easily outweighed the coffee.

“Come in.”

He spoke up, his voice deep and husky. It matched the heavy atmosphere around you. However, not letting this bother you, you simply walked in with your usual smile; coffee in hand.

“Hey, Chamber! Fade wanted me to deliver this to you.”

You found him sitting on his rolling chair. Legs crossed, arms resting on the flat drafting table littered with bright blue schematics, pens, pencils, erasers, and post-it notes. He held a book that he was halfway through. But instead of speaking, he resorted to silently tapped on a specific spot on his table, still reading.

Obeying, the coffee was set just a few inches away from his finger, before you took a few steps back. And still, he remained soundless, hardly even acknowledging you. 

With only a handful the lights turned on, the one that grew more prevalent was the one that sat on his desk. Its strong yellow rays that contrasted the dark setting left you uneasy. It morphed to dread when coupled with his behaviour.

All your time here, Chamber’s never acted this way. Quiet, and relying on gestures. It felt condescending, but then again, he was in the middle of reading something. Right? Or maybe you shouldn’t be giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Just as you thought that, the book slammed shut with a thump, before he set it on the table and turned to face you. Fingers interlaced with a smile, the familiar aura returned with the elegance and subtlety of a bus that ran you over.

“A/N, a pleasure to see you. How have you been?”

Even his tone switched to his usual upbeat one. You crossed your arms, weirded out by the sudden change.

“What’s going on? You’re acting weird.”

“Ah, pardonne-moi, I was in the middle of reading something. A good book takes me to a different land, I simply cannot help it.” <Ah, forgive me,>

“‘Takes you to a different land’? There’s no way a book can do that. Last time I read, it was like going back to school all over again.”

He politely chuckled, fixing his glasses. 

“Simple, perhaps you have not found the right author.” 

“Did you find the right author?”

“Of course. Konrad Lorenz is a lovely choice if you are interested in animals.”

You peered at his desk, noticing that he was indeed reading a book by whoever the hell that man was. But Chamber, the suave marksman reading about animals? You thought he was reading about guns, funnily enough.

“You like animals?”

“Oui, I find them helpful for– to unwind. After a long day… incredibly therapeutic, if I do say so myself.” <Yes,>

Chamber uses animals to unwind? He could’ve told you that he was the president of America and you would’ve been less shocked. But the idea of him scrolling through pictures of cute puppies at three in the morning was hilarious. You stared at him for a moment, before shrugging.

“I’m good, watching documentaries is more fun. You could see them instead of reading them, right? And what else?”

“Perhaps. Have you tried reading up on soil? That could be beneficial.”

You stifled a giggle in fear of coming off as rude.

“Having dirt powers doesn’t make me care about it. If I had a choice, it would def be something like Jett. Wind’s more awesome.”

“I see. My point still stands.”

“I’m good.”

He smiled. The lights above him bounced off of his golden tattoos once he slightly shifted, giving it a hypnotising shimmer.

“Is that so? By chance, I do know a little about it. You could use lighter weapons with less recoil so it does not break up your fingers. And perhaps make clay out of your arms and make it stick together. Ah, I digress. You seem disinterested.”

“Wait! Wait, uh–”

Just as he turned to his desk to grab his book, you stopped him in his tracks. Though he wasn't looking at you now, you could sense him waiting for you to continue.

Fade told you to give him the coffee and leave, but… the conversation was getting pretty interesting. He’s giving you free important tips, it would be moronic to pass them up. 

You awkwardly smiled, playing with your auburn side braid. 

“Now that I think about it, dirt suddenly sounds really interesting when you explain it… so, anything else?”

He deeply chuckled to himself.

Oh, that's cute.

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[angelltheninth]

Buying What You're Selling Them

Pairing: Chamber x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, VIP club, praise, straddling, cock riding, public sex, fake/pretend relationship for a mission, teasing, ex's to fuck buddies, Reader wears a dress and no panties

Word count: 0.6k

A/N: I wanted to write something like this for the longest time. The moment I saw Chamber and what an ass he was I was GONE for him. No I can't fix him, I will encourage him, make him worse.

How did you get here exactly? From seeing Chamber infiltrating your VIP club for info to having your panties in Vincent's pocket, your pretty, naked pussy hovering over the tip of his hard cock. The worst thing?

Vincent's smug smile.

It pissed you off so much. It made you want to slap it off his face. But that would have went against the role you were set to play. So you kissed it off him instead, a rough, almost painful kiss, with your tongue pushing into his mouth, unyielding against his.

"Still fighting me, ma chère? I thought we were past that?" You were past that when he showed up here, walking around like he owned the fucking place and asked you to give up the client list. As if you could do such a thing without risking your own head. There was a reason this club was a den of both business and pleasure, "I see I still have to loosen you up a little."

You hated how his words, the littlest of touches, just the tip of his cock was all it took to make you slump over him, moving your hips to hide from view. Most people here minded their own business, occupied by their own agendas but there were still some who stole looks. But it was an unspoken rule not to touch, unless invited to of course.

"You're such an asshole, Vincent." You decided to take some initiative and take his cock all the way in, relishing in your short victory when his cock pulsed with need inside you and his gloved fingers squeezed your thigh for support. "By now you should know better then to ask these kinds of things. And in my club of all places."

"Yes, yes, I've been very bad. So I should be punished shouldn't I?" Vincent never gets punished, he never gets caught, never gets in trouble.

"You should." Lips brushed against each other, lungs breathing the same air as you began to roll your hips up and down, pressing against him, getting his cock so deep. You hated it but it reminded you of the good old days when it was just you and him.

Vincent smirked at you again as his arms wrapped around your back, urging you to ride him faster, "How are you gonna do it? I came here to get you to spill your secrets but it looks to me like you want me to spill something else. No other cock is good enough for you, it's just me, it's always been me. And it's always been you, ma chère."

As much as you hated the truth you also couldn't deny it. His cock did feel good, he felt good, even when you wanted to yell at him for being a selfish jerk it seemed a little hypocritical, you were the same way. He was just better at wearing it like a fine suit. "A game then." No, not a game, a challenge. Vincent's eyebrows shot up, intrigued, "Let's see who passes out first." You took off his glasses and set them aside, cupping his face and arching your back so he had to lean closer to you, "Yes, yes to everything we've done before, you can use me all night, but in turn I get to ride this hard cock of yours until you can't get it up anymore. If you win I'll tell you the names."

Vincent was already twitching inside of you from the suggestion, "And if I win?"

"Then," You lean in, close to his lips, "you can come back here any time you want, get me, fuck me, have me, whenever you want." Code for you can see me any time you want.

"You were always a good negotiator. Such a talented mouth." Regardless of the winner you'll get to use your mouth a lot later. "Challenge accepted."

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[lxkeee]

MY LOVE, IS MINE ALL MINE

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x angel! fem! reader

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

genre: semi-angst

notes: will probably make more parts to this if anyone wants me to

PART TWO | PART THREE

Lucifer paced back and forth in his chambers, avoiding the piles of rubber ducks as he anxiously bit his nails. He had just opened the portal for his daughter to enter heaven for a meeting. He never felt this much fear in his whole life, he's worried for her daughter—he fears the higher beings would crush her the same way they had crushed him.

“I am sure she'll be fine...” he mutters, his eyes landing on the picture frame of him and charlie that's on his table—beside his newly created fire breathing rubber duck. It's not fine, Charlie is his pride and joy. He wants to preserve her smile and shelter her but she's a grown woman now and he regrets missing out on her life as he was busy wallowing in self pity.

Lucifer's shoulders hung low as he let out a long and tired sigh, his legs brought him to the balcony of his chambers, grabbing his newly made fire breathing rubber duck in the process, pushing the doors open and leaning against the railings, placing the duck on the railings. “Now that I've thought about it, I made so many regrets in life.” he mutters sadly, his eyes gazing at the smoke filled skies of hell. He couldn't see any stars or moon. He remembers when he was still up there, always gazing up in the sky with, “[y/n]....” says sadly. She was the only angel who believed in him, who agrees with him. They were best friends, he used to fly around the skies with her. She was one of the first few angels God created, he is one of those angels of course. His the one that got away.

“....and with that, I think humans should have free will, they shouldn't be stuck following so many rules.” Lucifer mutters, avoiding the gaze of his best friend, “I know, you probably think it's idiotic to think like tha—” his voice was cut off as the girl beside him placed a shushing finger over his lips. His wings fluttered from the contact of her skin against his lips, cheeks heating up slightly. “Don't think like that, your dreams for mankind are amazing and I agree, too many rules aren't fun.” [y/n] giggles softly as she removes her finger away from his lips.

At that moment, Lucifer was able to gaze at her smiling face. Her three pairs of wings flutter behind her—so warm whenever she hugs him, her hair perfectly framing her face—so soft to touch, the golden halo on top of her head—like a crown, her beautiful smiling face—especially her lips, he wonders what it feels like against his own. Oh god, he's falling for her isn't he?

Lucifer shakes his head, he shouldn't be thinking inappropriate thoughts about her. He just composed himself and pretended his golden heart isn't pounding so hard against his ribcage.

Lucifer laughs softly, gazing at the city of hell. “I wonder what would've happened if I didn't back out of my confession that day, she looked excited too..” he wonders.

“[y/n], can I please talk to you... Alone.” Lucifer nervously says as he looked at the female angel before him, he had to take a deep breath in hopes of his beating heart to calm down for a second or else he'll end up with a heart attack. “Oh? You needed me for something?” she asked him gently with a smile, he would've responded “I needed you in my life” if he had the confidence, “I just needed to talk to you, that's all.” He answered meekly and [y/n] was worried because he seemed nervous, she nodded and followed him to an area where there were no other angels.

“Is there something wrong?” [y/n] asked him softly, holding his hands. Her hands were soft against his own. He avoided her gaze and he could hear his heart thumping loudly in his chest. This is it. “I just wanted to tell you that...” he pauses, voice shaking. [Y/n] looked at him expectantly, “that I like you...” he continued and her eyes widened, her cheeks heating up slightly, her heart beating loudly too unknowingly to Lucifer but the poor man misunderstood her reaction and quickly panicked, “to be safe out there when you do your roundly checks on the Garden of eden.” he finishes quickly and nervously.

“I couldn't forget her reaction, she looked so disappointed.” Lucifer mutters with a sad chuckle as he remembers how her face fell in slight disappointment. He didn't know why back then and it took him years to realize that she wanted him to confess. “I am such an idiot, right?” he says and looks at the rubber duck beside him. No response.

Even though he regrets not confessing as he planned that day, even though a part of him wished the outcome was different. He would've been happy with [y/n] but part of him is thankful he didn't, because if he did, Charlotte wouldn't be here.

Speaking of Charlotte, he is now back to worrying for her. “I spent my time thinking about my past love when my daughter is up there talking to them!” he exclaimed, running his fingers through his blond hair. He hopes someone is kind enough to help his daughter up there.

Unknown to him, a certain angel he was just recalling is currently talking to his daughter up in the skies and showing her around.

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[zeilaaan]

Chamber bending you over his knees, spanking your ass for questioning his authority. Chamber choking you with his tie for disrespecting him. Chamber slapping your mouth for talking back. Chamber pulling your hair for turning your back on him. Chamber filling you up with his cum as punishment. Chamber leaving you broken on the bed, preparing you for your next shift as his personal fucktoy.

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[fanfics4all]

Pure-Blood Potter: Chapter 13

Request: Yes / No  This was requested by @loxbbg​​

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Potter!Reader (Eventually)

James Potter x OC Arabella Renaud

Harry Potter x Half-sister!Reader

Word count: 2463

Warnings: Draco and Harry being injured, but that should be all?

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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Lunch came quickly and I was so excited to meet up with Cedric. I went back to my dorm to gather some books so we could study. I walked out to the black lake and found Cedric already there with a little picnic set up. He smiled and waved me over. I sat down happily and placed the books to the side. 

“This is so cute, Cedric!” I said and he smiled. 

“I wasn’t going to just let you skip lunch.” He said and my heart fluttered slightly. He pulled out a small plate of sandwiches, some pumpkin juice, a few cornish pasties, and for dessert, jelly doughnuts and strawberries. 

“I wasn’t sure what you’d prefer so I just got a few things.” He said. 

“It’s perfect.” I smiled. 

“Right, so I see you brought a few things for studying.” He said and I nodded. I grabbed my DADA book. 

“Like I said, I’m probably not gonna learn anything with Professor Lockheart, so anything you could teach me would be great.” I said. 

“Of course.” He said and moved closer to me. I blushed as he looked over my shoulder as I opened the book. 

“We just finished learning about Hags…” 

Cedric explained to me about the different creatures Professor Lockheart was supposed to teach us about, but always ended up talking about himself somehow. Cedric made everything seem so easy and was really good at helping me understand it. 

“You’re incredible, Cedric!” I said with a smile. 

“I just had competent teachers.” He laughed. 

“I don’t know who thought it was a good idea it have Lockheart as the teacher this year… He just loves to talk about himself!” I groaned. 

“How about we take a break and actually eat?” He asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.  I nodded and closed the book, setting in aside. Cedric handed me one of the sandwiches and I gladly took a bite. 

I figured we’d take a small break to eat and then return to studying, but Cedric and I got so invested in conversations that we completely forgot about studying. We talked about our friends and what was going on in our lives at the moment. We joked around about some Professors. Cedric even mentioned how he’d love to swim with me in the black lake once it was warm enough. A light breeze blew by and messed up my hair. Cedric quickly moved it back in place and I blushed because of how close he was. 

“Y/N, I really like you.” He whispered, making me blush deeper. 

“I really like you too…” I whispered back. 

“May I?” He asked and I bit my lip slightly. I nodded, not trusting my voice and he slowly leaned in. I close my eyes as his lips met mine, it was gentle and sweet. My lips seemed to know what to do on their own because they moved in perfect rhythm with his. I smiled slightly into the kiss. Cedric pulled back with a smile and I felt a bit disappointed that it ended, but the smile wouldn’t disappear from my face. 

“Wow…” I whispered and he chuckled slightly. 

“Wow indeed.” He said. He pulled me onto his lap and I snuggled into him. Everything felt so amazing. Cedric and I stayed like that for a bit, him occasionally feeding me a strawberry, until he looked down at his watch. 

“Oh bloody hell! We’d better go or we’ll be late for class!” He said, gently pushing me off his lap. I helped him clean up the lunch and grabbed my books and bag. Cedric took the books from my hand and grabbed my bag as well. He offered me his arm and I took it with a blush. 

“You don’t have to carry everything, you know.” I said and he chuckled. 

“I know, but I want to. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t carry your books?” He asked, making me pause my steps. 

“Boyfriend?” I asked quietly with a blush. 

“If you don’t mind having me.” He said and I smiled brightly. 

“I’d love that.” I said smiling up at him. 

“Well then, darling, let’s get you to class.” He said and kissed the top of my head. 

Cedric walked me into my classroom and placed my books at my desk. I heard whispers all around us, but payed them no mind. Cedric pulled me in for a quick kiss and smiled down at me. 

“I’ll see you later, darling.” He said and I smiled. 

“See you later, Ced.” I said and he left. Draco quickly pulled me down to my seat and gave me a glare. 

“Why is he calling you darling and kissing you?” He practically growled. 

“Draco, it’s obvious that her little date went well and she’s now dating that idiot Hufflepuff.” Pansy said from behind us. 

“If you two must know, yes my date did go well and Cedric asked me to be his girlfriend.” I smiled. 

“And you said yes?” He asked, looking at me as if I had three heads. 

“Obviously, I like him a lot Dray.” I said and he scoffed. 

“You shouldn’t be hanging around Hufflepuffs.” He grumbled and Pansy nodded. 

“I agree, your reputation is going to plummet.” She added. 

“I don’t care about my reputation.” I said, rolling my eyes. 

“You really should, you don’t want people talking.” She said. 

“Don’t listen to them, Y/L/N, as long as you’re happy that’s all that matters.” Blaise said from the next desk over. 

“Thank you, Blaise.” I said with a smile. Draco and Pansy rolled their eyes. 

“She’s a Pure-blood Zabini, she should stick with her kind.” Pansy said and I shook my head. 

“You two are mad if you think the sweet little Slytherin Princess is gonna stay away from other houses. I mean, come on Malfoy, you should know better than anyone that she’s too nice to just be around us.” He said and I shot him a grateful smile. 

“At least someone gets it.” I said. 

“Stop encouraging her, Zabini.” Draco hissed. 

“Maybe Blaise has a little crush on Y/N/N.” Pansy sang and he rolled his eyes. 

“Or maybe I’m just not a tosser like you two.” He said and the two of them scoffed. 

“Whatever, Zabini.” Draco said. 

“Anyway, moving on from Y/N interesting choices… Draco, I can’t wait to see you play tonight.” Pansy said with a flirty tone. 

“Oh right, it’s your first game tonight! I’m so sorry I almost forgot…” I said with a frown. I honestly felt bad for not remembering. 

“You’re coming tonight, right?” Draco asked. 

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it!” I said and he smiled brightly. 

“I’ll make sure I’m cheering the loudest.” I said and he chuckled. 

“And I’ll make sure to beat Potter for you.” He said and I smirked. 

“I hope you do. That’ll really put him in his place.” I said and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. 

“At least you agree with me on Potter.” He said and I giggled. 

“Well my brother is an idiot.” I said. 

“Agreed.” Pansy and Draco said at the same time. They smiled at each other and I felt a pang in my heart. I guess I’m losing my Draco to her… 

The rest of the classes went by in a flash and I couldn’t wait to get to the Quidditch match! Pansy and I each got dressed and rushed down the the field. We saw Draco standing just outside, waiting for someone. 

“Draco!” Pansy happily called to him. His head shot up and he smiled at us. Pansy grabbed my arm and pulled me behind her to get to Draco faster. That small little pang hit my heart again, but I simply brushed it off. As long as he’s happy. 

“Were you waiting for us?” She asked once we stood in front of him. He nodded and smiled at me. 

“Well good luck, Draco, I know you’ll do amazing!” She said and kissed his cheek! I kept the smile on my face, but the pang came back with a bit of a force. 

“Thanks, Pansy, Y/N?” He asked and I looked at him with curious eyes. 

“Yeah, good luck tonight, Dray.” I said. 

“I was wondering if you’d wear this, you know, for good luck? Father will be here and well, I just want to make sure we’ll win” He asked and held up his sweater with a shy smile. 

“Of course, Dray!” I said with a bright smile. He mirrored mine and bunched it up so I could put it on. I happily pushed my arms and head through as Draco pulled it down onto my body. He smiled at me and kissed my head. 

“Thank you, love.” He said and I kissed his cheek. 

“Come on Y/N, we’re gonna miss all the good seats!” Pansy whined and pulled me away from Draco. 

“Good luck!” I called and rushed up the stands with Pansy. 

“I can’t believe he gave you his sweater…” She grumbled as we stood at the barrier. 

“Are you honestly that surprised? She is his best friend.” Blaise said. 

“Yeah, but I’m his girlfriend!” She huffed and I looked at her with wide eyes. 

“What? When did that happen?” I asked. 

“Oh, he didn’t tell you?” She asked with a slight smirk. I shook my head with furrowed brows. 

“We’ve been dating for a few weeks now, seems like you’re not really his best friend if he didn’t tell you.” She said with a proud smirk on her face. I frowned, but turned my attention to the game. 

“I didn’t hear anything about you two dating.” Vincent said. 

“Me either.” Gregory agreed. 

“I didn’t hear a word of this either.” Blaise said and I glanced at all of them. 

“I suppose Draco just wants to keep it a secret, oops.” She said with a shrug. 

“I would think your big mouth wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret… You’d definitely tell Daphne and then the whole school.” Blaise said, not quite convince Pansy was telling the truth. 

“I would not! Shut it Zabini!” She hissed. He simple raised a brow at her and smirked. 

“Guys hush! The game is starting!” I said and smiled as Draco flew into the air. He looked over at us and we all waved. Pansy even blew a kiss at him and he didn’t even bat an eye… 

“Another goal for Slytherin!” Lee announced and we all cheered. 

“They lead Gryffindor ninety to thirty!” Lee said and we cheered again. 

“Go Slytherin!” I shouted. 

“Yeah!” Flint cheered while pumping his fist in the air. Draco was smiling and I couldn’t help but smile as well. I glanced over at Draco’s Father and he had a satisfied smirk on his face. When I glanced back at Draco he was taunting Harry. Harry was almost hit by a Bludger, but he ducked before it hit him. 

“Watch yourself, Harry!” Oliver said, but the ball came flying back towards him. 

“Wood, look out!” Harry called, but it was too late. By the time Oliver looked the other way the Bludger slammed into his broom and broke it. I gasped and my eyes widened. The Bludger started chasing Harry and it was obvious something wasn’t right. Draco was laughing about it and he was almost hit by it. I gripped the barrier tightly and held my breath. Draco and Harry quickly went after the snitch. Draco was right next to Harry and smacked him, making him push a bit ahead of him. Draco flew down below the pitch and Harry quickly followed, but the Bludger had also followed them down. 

“Where is he?” Pansy asked. Draco flew up and off his broom, landing on the pitch and he looked to be in pain. 

“Draco!” Pansy and I shouted at the same time. I quickly rushed down and ran towards the pitch. 

“Harry Potter has caught the Snitch. Gryffindor wins!” Lee said, but I could care less. 

“Draco! Are you alright?” I asked as I kneeled beside him. 

“It hurts…” He groaned. Pansy, Vincent, and Gregory came down beside me. 

“Oh Draco, are you alright, love?” Pansy asked. Draco’s teammates flew down to us as well. 

“Help me get him to the Hospital wing.” I said and tried to lift him up. His teammates came and took my place, lifting him easily.

“We’ll meet you lot later!” Blaise said as he pulled Pansy away. He winked at me as Pansy glared at him. We got him there quickly and Madam Pomfrey took care of him easily. The five of us surrounded Draco as he groaned in pain. It wasn’t long before Harry was carried in and his arm was flopping around. My eyes widened and I pulled Hermione to the side. 

“What happened?” I asked. 

“That Bludger that was attacking Harry broke his arm and Professor Lockheart insisted on fixing it. He completely got rid of the bones in his arm.” She said and my eyes widened more. 

“W-Will he be alright?” I asked and she smiled. 

“Watch it Y/N, someone might think you care about your brother.” She said and I rolled my eyes. 

“Never mind.” I groaned and went to turn back to Draco. 

“He’ll be fine, Y/N/N.” She said as she grabbed my wrist. I gave her a small smile and nodded. We each walked over to our friends and I sat down next to Draco. 

“Mr. Malfoy, stop making such a fuss. You can go. Out of my way!” Madam Pomfrey said as she pushed her way to Harry. I noticed she had Skele-Gro and my eyes widened slightly. My Grandfather told me about how someone from his family made many medicinal potions and that happened to be one of them. I wanted to stay and see how it worked, but Draco needed me more. 

“Come on, Dray, let’s go back to the common room.” I said and helped him off the bed. Draco groaned again and I rolled my eyes with a small smile. Ever the dramatic Prince… I helped me into the common room and Pansy rushed up to hug him. 

“Oh Draco! I was so worried about you!” She said and hugged him tightly. She kissed his cheek and he pulled back slightly. 

“I’m fine, Pans.” He said and my smile faltered a bit. I quickly slipped away into my dorm room. I curled up on my bed and sighed. Maybe Pansy’s right and I’m not truly Draco’s best friend… I snuggled into his sweater that I was still wearing and a tear slipped down my cheek. Why wouldn’t he tell me about Pansy being his girlfriend?

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[cosmictheo]

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 | feyd-rautha

( gif credits to @wondrousashes )

—summary: on a calm day back at your home, you shattered away the serenity as you decide to confront feyd about his alleged concubines and the little secrets he seemed so cautious to hide, pushing him further and further to the edge. —pairing: feyd-rautha harkonnen x female!atreides!reader —word count: 4k —warnings: arranged marriage, jealousy, a bit of implied smut (the actual smut is coming up in the next and last chapter !!!), mentions of sex, mentions of cannibalism, feyd being a slut for the reader (as he should), mentions of killing and death, hot and very passionate love confessions, definitely ooc!feyd.

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

ᯓ★ part one ── part two ── part three (coming soon)

The week at Giedi Prime went by so fast that you hardly noticed any of it. The first day had been a bit slow and tedious, but the ones that followed turned out to be more than agreeable and enjoyable, Feyd-Rautha had been very concerned about keeping you entertained and as comfortable as possible, showing you every corner of the palace and walking you around the city.

But for now, you were back at your home for the last visit you would have there before becoming a Harkonnen. Feyd was staying close to you through all the reunion, naturally, diplomatically greeting your family.

“You met his cannibal lovers yet?” Paul's voice echoed inside your head between Feyd's conversations with Duke Leto, your gaze drifting to your brother in absolute alarm, horrified at the question and relieved that, so far, the answer was negative.

“There are rumors that tell how his concubines feed on the hearts of his dead opponents.” Your brother propelled you with the oh-so-cute information about your future husband. “The bastard has not one, but three. I guess you'll have to battle it out with them for his love, that was Duncan said.”

“Stop it, don't be an idiot.” You snapped back at him, averting your gaze from him to Feyd-Rautha, who was conversing ever so formally with Lady Jessica now.

You couldn't imagine him eating of human flesh, nor fucking three different women at the same time. Although, rumors always started from something and during the few times you had been able to get inside Feyd's head, you hadn't seen anything that was remotely pretty or light.

Paul's words managed to resonate in your head, lingering between the walls with a sense of suspicion.

Maybe that was why he never showed you the intimacy of his chambers... because on his bed lay three women compliantly awaiting for his attention and lust.

For some reason, the false image of him fucking them, bodies intertwined and interlinked, voices whimpering and moaning, made you feel respulsive, your guts twisting like a serpent.

You didn't want to believe it was jealousy, but again, your mind never wanted you to believe anything at all.

The palace of the Atreides stood majestically between rocky mountains, with the golden sunlight falling beautifully on the grayish stone walls, bringing in a warm afternoon. Rising magnificently behind your back, standing like a rocky guardian.

Your gaze was on Feyd-Rautha as you walked together along the outskirts balconies of the castle, your greenish dress swaying in the sea breeze, as did your hair, which you wore unusually loose that day, the sweet smell of it had him crazy.

“Do you like it?” You asked him after a few moments of silence, with a hint of a smile that Feyd noticed as he turned to look at you, noticing as well how you waited expectantly for his opinion of your home, which he knew you always held close to your heart.

After a second, he nodded his head, looking at you intently. “I do.”

His blue eyes, which looked as clear as ever under the natural glow of the place followed you as you walked beside him, keeping himself close to you, he could feel the natural warmth of your body and the sweet smell of your scent.

It was the first time you saw his eyes showing their true color, for back in his home, they rarely reflected so much brightness and his orbs glowed so beautifully in the sunlight. They possessed the most beautiful shade of blue, reminding you of the ocean, of home.

“It's nothing like my home.” Feyd-Rautha added in a more amused, lighter tone of voice, with a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, lowering his gaze to the ground, noting how the grass softened each of his steps on it.

“Obviously. Caladan is everything that Giedi Prime and Arrakis are not.” You answered him, snorting the words out with a soft chuckle that was carried away by the wind, turning your head to look at him once you stopped at the edge of a greenish cliff after descending one of the many rocky staircases that rose up through the hills.

The sea stretched into the immensity of the horizon and the water was uncommonly calm, waves lapping the shore relentlessly. It was a calm and peaceful scene out there, quite the opposite of what you felt inside, as you felt a tempest of emotions raging in your soul.

“Have you been with someone else like this?”

There was another one of your little questions again.

And he pondered the answer, dragging his eyes as blue as the ocean itself in front of them, back to you.

But Feyd-Rautha was rather certain that you already knew the answer, that you already had it, you could tell by the way he looked at you and the way he addressed you. Because it was enough to be clear that he had never been this way with anyone before, he had never spoken to anyone like this and he had never been so pleased to be in someone's company, basically in his entire life.

“The only people I've ever had this close to me are my family or my enemies, neither of whom I think entertain my presence very much.” Was his reply, honest and respectful. His husky voice, in contrast to the graceful sea breeze was a pleasant and comforting noise to you.

His words were masked with a touch of amusement, as he used to do in the last days when he spoke to you, it seemed as if you brought back that inner child he had, a stranger who felt increasingly closer.

But even using that tone, his eyes told you that he was not lying, that he was giving you the pure truth.

Yet, somehow you were not satisfied with his response. And he knew it.

“Have you been with other women?”

Feyd drew in a breath, half-opening his lips, air hissing between his teeth.

“So I'm assuming you've heard about the rumors about me?”

And there he was, answering you with another question to challenge you back, to play with your head as he had grown to love to do during the short time you had been in each other's company. Your conversations always ended up being a game of back and forth, a game of a tension that would be cut with the least sharp blade.

“My future wife likes to guide what she believes by mere rumors?” He pressed further.

And as always, you exhaled the air held inside you, twisting your head slightly, looking at him with incredulous eyes. “These are not rumors, Feyd —I've seen it.”

His blue eyes narrowed as he walked closer to you, expression both intrigued and yet defiant. “What do you mean you've seen it? Don't play games with me now, woman.”

“Don't threaten me, man,” You squinted your eyes as you pronounced the word like poison, almost coming out like an insult. “I'm not afraid of you.” With your own response to his defiance, this immediately silenced him, stopping him in his tracks right in front of you, as you stepped closer to him, your presence growing menacing now. You were really upset. “Do you think that when I marry you I will allow you to go on screwing around with them?”

“You met them and they threatened you?” Feyd asked in a low tone, maintaining a calm demeanor, though he wanted to know if any of his concubines had dared to even glance at you during your stay at Giedi Prime. His orbs reflected a sensation that ranged to a murderous, bloodthirsty urge, not at you, but at anyone who was stupid enough to threaten you. “Tell me, did they say anything to you?”

You crooked your head very slightly, looking genuinely offended by his questioning.

“Do you think I would allow any of your concubines —anyone at all— to threaten me and go on with their lives?” You replied instantly, looking him up and holding his gaze, as brave as ever. You seemed to be the only one in the whole universe who dared to answer him and put him in his place. And he was loving it, he felt the desire to be broken by you, to let you destroy all his walls and reach his soul. “They'd already be dead if they did.”

An amused grimace twisted his lips, gaze darkening with pride, desire even, approving of your words, feeling suddenly small under the vastness of your aura, dark and menacing now.

“Don't worry about them.” His words sounded humorous this time, just as his fingers laced between yours, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, an attempt to reassure you. “Soon I'll be all yours, sweet girl.”

You frowned your brow slightly, as did your lips, still looking offended. He squinted his eyes, hissing as he realized he had said the wrong thing, yet again.

“I'm not sweet.” Your hand released his, your annoyance rising with the seconds. “I'm not one of your pets you can treat as sweet, Feyd-Rautha.”

He raised his brow, following you with his gaze, puzzled, as you turned around and began to walk back to the palace, turning your back on him and leaving him to talk alone.

“One of my pets?” He questioned, with that amused grimace plastered on his mouth again, as he began to follow your hurried footsteps, his pale face reflected a blend of frustration and irritation. “Do you think I would treat you like one of my pets?”

His voice sounded so husky and frustrated and delicious that you felt like just stopping and jumping on him right there. But your own self-respect and pride were more important, you wanted to believe.

Seeing that you weren't planning to stop, Feyd tried to stop you by grabbing your arm, but his hand remained over your smooth skin, with no major result in trying to calm you down, so he cleared his voice, making the attempt to be as cautious and reassuring with his words.

“I think you must understand that desire and lust is something we all possess, my lady, not just men.”

He was physically relieved when you stopped to be able to look at him, with his hand lingering on your forearm.

But your eyes were still dark with discomfort when they met his once again. “I won't be one of your girls, Feyd-Rautha.”

His lips parted, brow furrowing slightly, his voice kept low. “(Y/N)—”

He stood right there, utterly speechless, with his voice caught in his throat, watching you walk away from him, striding with steps that exuded pure anger up to your rocky palace. His hand dropped from your arm and returned to his side, now far from your warmth and heartbeat.

It took Feyd-Rautha a couple of minutes to pull himself together, sighing heavily, a small smirk curving his lips as he began to walk the path back to the Atreides' palace.

He was absolutely thrilled to discover this side of you that he hadn't previously seen. You were truly frightening and he was loving it.

By the time the moon was bright in the center of the dark sky, shining through the thickness of black, a pair of soft knocks sounded against your chamber door and you didn't have to use any hint of your skills to know who it was.

He looked at you with those now dark blue eyes from across the threshold, arm resting lightly against the grayish stone. He looked strangely troubled, look shadowed.

“Have you always been such a perfect seductress?”Feyd asked you just as you made a questioning gesture with your head. “How many men have you seduced like this?”

You looked him up with doubting eyes, frown slightly furrowed. “What are you talking about—”

He interrupted you in a scratchy voice, fearing somehow, that someone else might hear him, that someone else might witness how desperately vulnerable he was being, for you.

“You've broken me. All I can think about is you.”

Feyd took one step forward and you one step back, so you two moved as if you were in a kind of dance until he eventually entered your chambers, pulling the door shut behind him.

“I can't handle not touching you. It's a rule I'm on the brink of breaking for you.” He whispered and your breath caught in your throat, exhaling air in a stuttering gasp. “And I should— I'm expected to be a gentleman. I'm supposed to behave myself, keep my composure. But you… you are driving me crazy, woman, you play with my head, you've bewitched me.”

You could really see that he was trying to explain himself for you, attempting to articulate everything that was going through his head and you knew that it was very unusual for him to speak out loud about his feelings. And now, you were the one who couldn't say anything at all.

It was true, the most important rule your mother had emphasized to you was that you were not to get involved sexually, or in any way with your betrothed, until the very day of the actual wedding, as that particular night was meant to be consumed.

“Y—you shouldn't be here, my lord.” You managed to utter out after a few hesitant stutters, feeling your back brush against the wall and having him in front of you, trapping you against his body. He seemed to be struggling against his body, against his desire and instinct, hesitant hands twitching at his sides, nearly reaching out instinctively for your body.

“You were so bold back there talking back to me, what happened now? Aw, what happened, pretty?” He asked in a more teasing tone of voice, holding your gaze. “We could put that mouth of yours to good use then, hm?”

“My lord—”

“Call me by name.” He demanded, he begged you, whispering.

“Feyd...” You named him so obediently that it made him smile darkly to himself. “Someone might listen.”

“Are you afraid that someone will find out that two people who are getting married desired each other?” Feyd asked, half-closing his eyes and breathing out through his nose, as if trying to compose himself, trying to convince himself more than you. “There is nothing wrong for a husband to crave for his wife, right?”

You gulped, and his eyes instantly landed on your throat, watching as bone and muscle moved beneath the flesh, his tongue twitched, aching with all his will to be able to just lick the skin of your neck.

“I guess not.” Your voice trembled even when you were trying extra hard to sound confident and certain. “But we are not yet husband and wife.”

“Soon...” Feyd muttered, almost as if he was making a promise, uttering a vow.

His eyes closed as he finally rested his forehead against yours and suddenly, you were breathing from the same air. His trembling breath was warm against your lips and his scent was everything you could have ever craved... and it felt so familiar that your soul seemed to shudder, like something you had smelled all your life, something that had haunted you even in dreams, forever present but yet always so far distant.

“Can I touch you?” Feyd breathed out against your mouth after a few moments.

You didn't answer him verbally, instead you slowly took his hands between yours, fingers placing them in parallel against his, allowing you to feel every inch of the imprint drawn on his fingertips as you dragged yours across his palm, both feeling the size difference.

Then, you rested his big, calloused hands on your waist, allowing him to touch and hold you as much as he wanted and to permit him to do so, a single sight on your eyes was all it took.

He hissed as his hands molded the curve of your waist and instantly afterward drew you into his body, pulling you fully against the wall behind you. Your back arched instinctively and you gasped too, so softly, your chest pressed against his with the motion.

“Touch me.” Feyd-Rautha pleaded, he had never pleaded so... desperately for anything ever in his life.

That was your allowance for your hands reaching for his body, out of control, one making a slow path up through his strong arms while the other rested against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under your palm, beating echoing your own. Your fingertips gently patted his muscles, recognizing his skin and his body. You got the abrupt urge to claim it as yours. To claim him.

You felt yourself blushing at all the overly imaginative and lustful images of him invading your head.

His nose brushed against yours, nuzzling it affectionately, still without opening his eyes, as if he were in some kind of dream from which he didn't want to wake up. His fingers caressed your belly, tracing a slow caress across your entire abdomen upward, while his other hand gripped your waist, holding you against him.

His touch triggered an immediate reaction across your flesh, skin shivering under his fingers.

Feyd whispered your name like a prayer, like a thirsty man, crawling and screaming for water.

“I'm trying to be good...”

“Don't be.” You whispered back, almost begging, looking up at him, gaze meeting his once he opened his eyes. “Please, Feyd—”

Then finally his lips landed on yours, initiating a kiss that you both craved so much, maybe he more than you for the way he brought you close to him, almost possessively, like a mad man, almost as if he was imprinting his mark on you, marking you for whoever had the courage to look at you.

He let himself sink in the way your lips fit against yours, in the warmth your body offered him, in the all too familiar sensation he could sense in every single fiber of his core from the kiss, your kiss.

Feyd-Rautha felt like a roaring beast just unleashed, ruthless and insatiable, just like when he walked into the arena, eager to kill, rooting against his opponents —and now he was rooting for you, to be near you, to intertwine his soul with yours, to claim you as his own.

And claiming you he was, his scent covered you all over now, making you feel a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, throbbing crotch, blood seething like an infernal flare. Anyone who came near you would not only smell you, but him too, on every inch of your body. His hands roamed just under your breasts, rubbing across your ribcage and sliding down your back, fingers just barely grazing your ass, pressing you tightly against him in desperation, grasping and squeezing as much of your tender flesh as they could.

Your own palms roamed up his chest, caressing his broad shoulders, all the way up to his neck, tugging him closer to you in desperate motions, impossibly close.

When your bodies begged for oxygen, you broke the passionate kiss, leaving you both breathless. He kissed you once more, allowing you to breathe just for a few seconds before all you breathed was him. He wanted to become your oxygen, something indispensable to you, something you needed to live with, a necessity.

“You're the only one.” Feyd-Rautha mumbled out as his hot and soft lips trailed down a wet path all the way to your neck, tracing the line of your jaw with sloppy kisses, each time his lips pulled back from your skin a wet noise echoed and filled the room, making you gasp.

You could feel the way his lips were modulating each word against your skin, as if using a language so intimate and so tight that it took your breath away. A language known and used just between the two of you.

With desirous eyes he looked at the dark crimson mark he'd left on your throat before raising them across your flushed face, his hands cradling your jaw, thumbs caressing your skin tenderly.

“When my uncle gave me the announcement that I was to marry you, I kicked them all out.” He continued to explain, pecking your lips a couple of times before kissing each cheek, your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, every single feature of your entire face, with the utmost care and adoration.

No one had ever looked at you the way he was looking at you right now.

Feyd rasped out a small chuckle, breath warm tickling against your nose. “And by kicking them out I mean I killed them.”

His comment didn't surprise you at all, in fact, it didn't even provoke a reaction in you. During the week you had been in his company, you had already gotten used to Feyd-Rautha's -almost cruel- honesty and sassy remarks, you were just starting to get used to his very eccentric and unique attitude. Because the na-Baron's personality was something that was most captivating to you, he was so different yet so similar to you.

“Of course.” You replied, trying to hold back that dark grin on your lips, an action that caused him to kiss you once more, his attention was on your mouth the whole time as you spoke to him in that tone of voice. “I would expect nothing less from the Feyd-Rautha and for my future husband.”

Again he rested his forehead against yours and you were the one who kissed his lips this time. It had become a reassuring habit in a span of less than five minutes for both of you.

“I can't do anything to you until we get married, my uncle would find out otherwise. I have —we have— to behave, my love.”

He seemed to read your mind this time, or maybe it was the way you were looking at him, biting your lower lip gently, eyes darkened with desire, silently begging him to just take you right there against the wall when he called like that.

Perhaps Feyd-Rautha was a hopeless romantic just like you or he simply desired you in ways that went beyond mere sex or plain lust.

“Are you afraid of him?” You softly asked him, your fingers stroking the back of his neck, feeling the smoothness of his skin. Your fingertips followed the trail of one of his veins marked on his neck, making him gasp lightly.

“Have you seen him?” Feyd responded with another question, a curved little smile on his lips, his tone of voice directed pure sarcasm. “I don't think I'm in such a position as to challenge the Baron.”

You nodded your head, fingers stroking his cheekbones now, tapping the moles that spread across his face affectionately. “He's terrifying.”

Your heart seemed to melt as you watched him close his eyes and lean against your hand, kissing the palm in action.

“Mhm...” Feyd hummed, watching you attentively, as if he was memorizing every inch of your face. Suddenly, his expression changed to one of amusement.

“Were you seriously jealous of my darlings?”

Your heart seemed to drop to your stomach and burn with your guts as you heard the nickname fall from his mouth.

“Call them that again and I'll cut your throat.” You murmured against his lips, kissing them slowly before pulling away from his body, looking up at him with dark, yet playful eyes, your hand roaming across his chest until it fell to your side as you stepped away. Then you made your way towards your bed with a very slow pace, under the attentive gaze of his azure eyes following every movement of your hips.

His heart —apparently non-existent until then— was pounding like crazy inside his chest as his lips parted, for once again you had left him speechless.

That was living proof that you were simply made for him. And he for you.

And maybe that just meant you were each other's weakness, people would say so.

But he felt just invincible in your presence, as if your company made him behold the whole universe, gave him the power of the all galaxy at hand, making him feel like the only man in existence. Your man.

Feyd-Rautha had never felt so desperate to make you his wife and finally call you his.

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