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wienerbarnes · 4 years

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 2,817

Warnings: lots o drinking (its new years!), mentions to being nervous/self-doubt, drunk sam wilson, perhaps some smooching idk guess u gotta read it man

A/N: ngl I have like 4 cheek to cheek one shots that I wrote yesterday instead of working on school work or art commissions so lets enjoy this before that motivation spark dies okay enjoy my two fav ppl ever

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

“Agent 51, stay behind, please.”

You meet Sam’s eye, confused for two reasons - this was supposed to be a quick debriefing after a mission, and he’s never called you out specifically before. You give him a nod and obligatory Yes, Captain before making eyes with Sharon, who gives you a quick smile before exiting the room with the other agents. That doesn’t give you anything. Is there already another mission? But if there was another mission, wouldn’t Sharon have stayed? Wouldn’t Bucky be here? Does it involve Bucky? Does-

“I want you to start training with the other recruits when they begin next week.” Sam informs you once the door closes behind the last person.

Oh.

This Friday is New Year’s Eve, meaning Monday begins the seven-week training led by Sergeant Barnes for wannabe Avengers Agents, before whoever remains continues on to undercover and psychological training with Sharon and other legendary retired agents of the field.

“Are you... sure?” You didn’t think there was a problem with the training you were currently doing with Sam, in fact, you thought you were doing pretty good for someone who hasn't followed a strict workout regimen in ten years. This would be the first time being around so many people with a greater chance of interacting. All of the meetings you go to have made you a little more comfortable with larger crowds, but you haven’t actually spoken to anyone.

“You know your file well?”

“Yes.”

“Then, yes, I’m sure.”

“I want you to continue your training with me on the weekends, though.” Sam adds.

Working out seven days a week? I might’ve considered prison if I knew this was a part of the deal.

“Won’t all of that all the time be hard?” You offer, suddenly scared for your biceps and hamstrings.

“Are you asking me if training to become a team member of the Avengers is hard?” Sam gives you a pointed look.

“...Right.” You stand, assuming that was all he had to tell you about.

“Also, there’s a little party Friday night. Nothing crazy, just me, Sharon, Bucky, Sharon and I are bringing some dates, maybe a few agents, but they usually go out and party. They don’t want to hang out with us more than they already have to around here.” He mentions as you reach the door.

Your hand pauses on the knob. A party. What if they pull some Carrie shit on you?

“A party?” You ask, eyebrows failing to conceal your silent fears as they tilt upward at him.

“I promise, it won’t be anything insane. I wouldn’t have mentioned it if I didn’t think it was something you could handle.” He reassures.

Friday comes sooner than you’d hoped, and your anxiety still lingers, as much as you’d hoped it’d go away by now. You glance at the time, 8:00 in the evening. This was the time Sam told you everything would more or less be starting, but that you could go whenever you wanted, if you wanted.

You’ve actually been ready for about an hour, just too scared to go to the common area where everything was taking place.

You feel like you’re a teenager again; being invited to an event where you feel as though you won’t belong. An event where you know that everyone is so drastically different than you. You wonder how you would feel if you were different; if you weren’t so fucked up with trauma. Would you be a party person? Drinking and dancing through your twenties? Hooking up with men and women, maybe even having relationships?

You’re dressed in a short lilac romper, layers of silky ruffles around the tops of your thighs, and thin straps across your shoulders that cross against your back. The neckline is a tad low, a complimenting V that you’ve filled with layers of necklaces. Nude platforms put you about two inches taller without the fear of a heel, and you’re nervously picking at your recently painted green fingernails in anticipation for what the night will bring.

It’s not too late to not go. You can just tell Sam you ended up not feeling well, tell F.R.I.D.A.Y. not to let anyone bother you. Just take all these clothes off and put on your pajamas, and we can pretend you haven’t been thinking about this night for the last three days and spent all day thinking about what you’re going to wear, how you’re going to act, reviewing your file just in case anyone asks you anything - we can just pretend you were going to be staying in the whole time.

You stand to begin slipping the straps from your shoulders, mind made up, when a knock sounds at the door.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., who is that?” You whisper out.

“It’s Sergeant Barnes, Agent.” The A.I. relays in an equally hushed voice.

You sigh and walk over to the door before opening it a few inches.

“Hey! You look so cute! Party’s getting started, let's go!” He steps back out to the hallway, an excited smile on his face which drops when he focuses more on the frown that decorates your own face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, immediately stepping back towards you.

“... I’m nervous.” You all but whimper out. Why do you have to be such a baby?

“Why are you nervous?” Bucky asks, his voice calm as he genuinely wants to know what’s troubling you, not an accusatory tone found in his voice.

“Because there’s going to be a lot of people, and I don’t know anyone, and I’ve never been to these kinds of parties, or at least I haven’t in, like, a decade.” You ramble, exasperated with yourself.

“Would it make you feel better if I stayed with you the whole night? Either here or down at the party?” He offers, ready to give up one of his favorite nights for you.

“Bucky, I’m not going to make you -”

“You’re not making me, I’m offering. Besides, Sam’s all over the girl he brought and Sharon’s halfway drunk with her little boyfriend; they’re not going to be much fun for me tonight.” Bucky justifies, sounding like the eldest of three having to deal with their younger siblings.

“C’mon, you’re really gonna waste a dress like that? And your hair looks all nice! And - wait a minute, are those new earrings?” Bucky butters you, showering you with compliments in a sweet tone, metal hand reaching out to touch at the earrings hanging from your ears, the small tink sounding right in your ear.

A girlish giggle escapes you at his teasing. “Alright, alright, you’ve convinced me. But you promise you don’t mind staying with me all night?”

“I promise, there’s no one else I’d rather spend the night with.”

The common area isn’t how you expected it to be; there’s definitely more people than Sam promised there’d be, but it’s not the thousands of strangers you’d imagined in your head.

“Let’s get a drink,” Bucky’s deep voice speaks in your ear, and you’re not sure if it's his voice that makes you shiver or his warm hand in yours, but the two of you make your way to the bar.

“What do you drink?” He asks you, after ordering the name of some drink for himself.

“Uhm - I don’t, I don’t know.” You mutter to him. He scans your face for a second before rattling off the name of some other drink to the person behind the bar.

You never really drank; sure, you had the shitty beer as a teenager or perhaps a celebratory shot during your time in the Navy, but nothing you remember explicitly. You weren’t even old enough to drink in the Navy, you had turned twenty-one when you were already with HYDRA.

“Are you excited?” Bucky interrupts your thoughts of lost childhood.

“Excited?”

“For the New Year!” Bucky exclaims, and you give him a smile even if you don't understand the hoop-lah.

“Sure?” You offer.

“C’mon! There’s so much opportunity and promise that comes with a new year! A million chances to grow, to experience things, to learn, to have fun. A new chapter for everyone.” He explains.

You smile at his positivity. A new year should be good for you based on his logic. A new chapter. You’d be starting your training. Getting ahead as an agent. Using your powers to help for good. Maybe making friends. Maybe getting closer to Bucky.

The drinks arrive and you appreciate that Bucky knows you so well; the drink in front of you is bright pink, different fruits crowded around the rim with a curly straw sticking out. His is a deeper brown, in a short, crystal glass, figures. Matches his whole dark and emo aesthetic. He stands before you in black jeans and a black buttoned shirt, black leather jacket to sit on top.

You take a sip of your drink and immediately have to slap a hand over your mouth to keep from spitting it out. Am I that much of a lightweight or is there actual gasoline in this?

“Sorry, maybe I should’ve warned you, babe,” Bucky chuckles, amused at your reaction to a mixed drink. “I think there’s, like, four different things in that.” He wants to cringe for you, but all he can do is look at you with a cheeky smile while you struggle to swallow the sip down.

“Christ, Bucky, I’ll blackout by ten at this rate, are all of the drinks like this?”

“Honestly? Probably. Everyone loves getting drunk on New Year’s.”

…

The night is not nearly as bad as you were thinking it was going to be. The room is lit up in different colored lights and screens; all of the TV’s display the annual countdown in Times Square but are muted so that music can be played the whole night. People are dancing, drinking, laughing, having the most fun you’ve seen people have in a long time. It’s 11:51 now, and everyone’s gathering closer and closer in anticipation for the countdown into the new year.

You and Bucky are gathered together with Sam and Sharon, and their respective dates. You don’t think you’ll let Sam live down how drunk he is; you never thought you’d feel so much joy seeing your Captain slurring his words while making jokes and telling stories.

Sharon leans over to you and whispers, a gentle hand on your arm, “Can you come to the bathroom with me?” A small giggle escaping her because she, too, is equally drunk. You give her a nod and hand your drink to Bucky to watch over while you’re gone.

The bathroom makes your ears buzz with the silence you encounter and Sharon walks over to the mirror to retouch her makeup.

“I just needed a little breather, have you tried the drinks at the bar?” She asks, and you laugh knowing that that’s the reason she, and everyone else at the party, is wasted.

“Yeah, Bucky proceeded to warn me after I had started drinking.” Laughs are shared as she reapplies her lipstick, a bright red shade.

“Do you know who you’re gonna kiss tonight?” She asks, smirk playing on her lips.

Shit, I forgot about that. How awkward would it be if you’re the only one not having a partner to kiss at midnight? Don’t worry, plenty of lame, single, psychotic basket cases that hear voices don’t kiss people on New Year’s Eve!

“Oh, uhm, I probably won’t be kissing anybody.” You inform her with a nervous laugh.

“I think you should kiss Bucky.” She states matter-of-factly.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, why not? He’s not here with a date and he surely won’t kiss a stranger. I think last year Sam ended up planting one on him at midnight.” She laughs, a few hiccups interrupting her as she remembers that night.

As much as you want to join her in laughing at the thought of Sam drunkenly grabbing Bucky cheeks at midnight and smooching him, a pit opens up in your stomach at the thought of kissing Bucky.

“C’mon, T-minus five minutes.” Sharon tells you, interlocking her fingers with yours as she drags you back out to the common room.

The two of you rejoin the group and Bucky hands you your drink back, though you don’t feel much like drinking anymore, stomach suddenly knotted up with nerves. You’re torn because you don’t necessarily have a problem not kissing anybody, but now all you can think about is the urge to press your lips against Bucky’s, new year or not.

A husky voice whispers in your ear, “You okay? You look a little pale, you wanna head up to your room?” Bucky looks at you with concerned eyes, willing to go up to your room two minutes before midnight to ensure your comfort and wellbeing.

“I’m… I’m fine.” You reassure him, giving him the most unconvincing smile ever, even you wouldn’t believe you. He silently pulls you away from the group and pulls you into a hallway.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.”

His pet names are, for once, not helping right now.

You take a large gulp of your drink, stinging a bit, but hopefully it’ll give you some courage and relax you a bit. Bucky chuckles and gently takes the glass from your hand, “Hey,”

“I’m fine, just have some jitters, is all.” You try and convince.

You take the drink back and grab his hand with your open one and take him back out to the open area, a sixty second countdown already starting.

You quickly down the rest of your drink and discard it on a nearby table as the entire room begins chanting. Sam is the loudest, one arm wrapped around the waist of his date and the other wrapped around Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky’s smiling at his enthusiasm, yelling the numbers just as loud as he wraps an arm around your shoulders to bring you in closer to the group. Sharon is on the other side of you, but her focus is on her date as they look into each other’s eyes, just waiting for the clock to strike twelve so they can share a kiss.

The ball drops on the TV and the room erupts in cheers and “Happy New Year!”’s. Sam unhooks himself from Bucky and turns to grab his date's face as they share a laugh-filled kiss. You glance at Sharon and you suspect her and her date began sharing kisses a few seconds early. Bucky’s arm is still wrapped around your shoulders and he tugs you closer so you’re face to face.

His grin is wide, “Happy New Year -”

His excitement is interrupted as your courage finally kicks in, and with a hand on either side of his face, you pull him in and press your lips to his.

It takes him less than two seconds to reciprocate, dropping his hands to your waist and pulling you closer as your hands slide from his cheeks to his neck, wrapping themselves around.

There’s no more anxiety. No more nerves. No more doubts or second-thoughts. No more voices, no more people in the room, no more music; it’s just you and Bucky in that moment.

His lips are soft and sweet, a strong taste of the drinks he’s had tonight with a mix of sweetness that’s all him. He smells like man and like Bucky and your senses are overwhelmed in the best way possible. Tingles travel down your spine at the feeling of being so close to him.

You’re so, so, so good. Sure, Bucky’s imagined kissing you, but he never thought it’d feel like this. You’re sweet like cherries and you’re soft all over and your perfume is flooding his nose and it’s all he wants to breathe for the rest of time. Your skin sends sparks of fire through his fingertips as they rest on your bare back and slide down to your silk-covered waist.

You pull away and Bucky sneaks a few extra pecks before pulling away completely, not removing his eyes from yours.

“Happy New Year.” He wishes you with a love-sick smile.

“Happy New -”

“Happy New Year, Tinman!” Sam yelps in both of your ears, arms wrapping around Bucky and disconnecting him from you, but you can’t help but laugh at Sam trying to plant a kiss on Bucky’s cheek while he attempts to wrestle him off.

You feel electricity all over watching him, butterflies not only in your stomach, but all over your body, in every organ, in your bloodstream, in your head, everywhere. But as much as you feel as though you’ve been struck by lightning, you feel good; you feel really good.

A few months ago, you wouldn't have imagined that this is how you were going to be starting the new year. But here you are, and you feel good.

#bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes one shot #Bucky Barnes fan fiction #marvel #marvel fan fiction #he he kissy kissy #you know those tik toks of people kissing their best friends with electric love playing in the background #that was reader and bucky #so ~magical~

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jisungsmochi · 4 years

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the arcade boy - ldh

the arcade worker ! haechan and customer!reader

this is pretty cheesy ngl but i just saw this scenario in my head one day and HAD to write about it! this is also for @strawberryhyucks hehe <3

this is also part of my nct dream job au !! you can read:

diner boy! renjun bubble tea worker ! jeno

word count: 2.9k

feel free to send in requests / tell me your thoughts! thank you :))

“late again i see” the manager of the neo zone arcade, taeyong, shook his head at the puffed-out boy.

“sorry, the bus drove straight past me! i had to sprint here” haechan was still trying to catch his breath, hands grabbing the sides of the counter to stable his stance.

“it’s fine, rest up in the break room, and get ready to work in 10 minutes. got it?” taeyong responded in a calmer manner, feeling bad for the boy. haechan nodded, making his way to the break room.

“dude! i thought you were finally going to get fired” mark chuckled from the corner of the room, shoving haechan softly.

“i’m so close to it though. i need to find a more stable ride to and from work” haechan huffed again.

“here’s a thought! get your damn licence!” mark rolled his eyes, taking a seat next to him.

“yeah yeah, it’s not like i have a car to drive anyway! why do you think i’m working here?” haechan replied, laying his head flat on the table.

“you’re so dramatic, better get ready to work. taeyong isn’t gonna catch us slacking off today!” mark cheerfully exclaimed, waltzing out of the room.

“we’re seriously going to the arcade again? y/n, is it because of the cute guy who works there?” jaemin teased.

“what? no! i just want to win this panda plushie! is that so much to ask?” you bit the inside of your cheek, feeling called out by your best friend’s accusations.

“yeah sure, i’m only helping because i want you to get more coupons so we can get free food” jaemin chuckled, as you both entered the arcade.

“i’ll go get the tokens!” you announced abruptly, practically running to the counter. jaemin just shook his head in amusement, knowing the true reason you were so excited.

as you waited at the counter, your heart was beating a mile a minute. you crossed your fingers that haechan was working today. not like you two were friends, or even acquaintances. for a matter of fact, he was the cute boy at the arcade, who always happened to be working when you wanted to play some games...

“hello! may i help you?” a voice called from the side, causing your head to shoot up in anticipation. there he was. he had a black denim jacket over his white hoodie, with his name tag crookedly attached onto it. his hair was covered with a beanie, only some strands hanging out from his forehead. he had a bright smile on his face, which made you melt inside. you were pretty good at hiding your complete admiration for him. but haechan on the other hand, not so much.

it was well known between the arcade staff that haechan found you attractive. he would rave about you to mark, praising how good you were at practically all the games in the arcade. and most importantly, how you were his ideal girl.

“well why don’t you just go for her then?” mark always asks.

“because she clearly has a boyfriend! i’m not a homewrecker” haechan would respond. mark just shrugs and continues listening to his friend ramble.

“could i please have 10 tokens?” you smile softly at him, watching as he just nods and grabs some from under the counter.

“here you go” he hands you the bundle, his fingers grazing over yours. you shyly smile, while counting up the tokens,

“oh you gave me 15” you gave him a confused look, as he softly chuckled,

“just giving you some more chances to win that panda, y/n” he replied, looking down at the counter.

you were practically combusting at this point. he knew your name. well, considering you came there pretty much every day after classes, he would remember your face. and it didn’t take long for him to pick up your name, due to the amount of times jaemin would whine it when he wanted to go home.

“thankyou so much, haechan” you gave him a small wave before making your way back to jaemin.

“god you’re such a loser” jaemin teased, pulling you to his side and slinging an arm around you.

“i know” you just sigh, not seeing haechan stare at the both of you, feeling his heart tighten. he didn’t even know you all that well, so why did it hurt him so much to see you taken?

“see you tomorrow mark!” haechan chuckled as he removed his name tag from his jacket.

“i hate how you changed shifts” mark whined, watching as haechan waves cheerfully, practically sprinting out of the arcade. at the same time, he felt his body slam into someone else’s, much smaller.

“ouch” he heard the familiar voice mutter, his eyes widen with shock, looking as you were trying to stand back up.

“i’m so sorry” he mumbled repeatedly, helping you stand.

“it’s okay, that was pretty embarrassing!” you smiled up at him, which made him feel less worried.

“where were you rushing off to anyway?” he watched as you flattened down your shirt and look at him.

“i was uh, coming back to get that panda” you tried your best to not blow your cover.

“so determined for it, i might just have to break in and get it for you” he chuckled, as you laughed along. it was clear to you that he had just finished his shift. but you really didn’t want him to go,

“i’m hungry, do you want to get something?” you blurt out, avoiding his eyes. haechan was just as shocked, trying to contain his excitement.

“sure! i- i mean, if you want to” he responded, almost in a mumble. you looked over at him and smile before leading him towards the food court located right next to the arcade.

“you like curly fries?” he pulled out his wallet, waiting in line to order.

“of course! who doesn’t?” you slightly giggle, still not believing that you two were properly hanging out.

haechan just nodded along, before stepping up to order. you also pulled out your wallet, ready to hand him half of the bill. but he stopped you, paying for the meal himself.

“oh haechan, you really didn’t have to” you poured, walking with him to an empty table.

“it’s okay, really!” he replied, unsure of how to even act around you. for all he knew, you had a boyfriend. jaemin. who he believed he could never compete with. thoughts of being with you alone, gave him some mixed feelings, which you eventually caught onto. it made the atmosphere awkward at times during the meal, but you tried your best to not get you down. maybe he wasn’t that into you, you thought. on the other hand, haechan was mentally beating himself up, feeling guilty for asking you to hang out when you were taken. of course he was complete infatuated with you, but to him, he wanted to win you over. the right way. he wanted you to be his.

“thankyou for the meal, haechan. i am so full right now” you chuckle, walking with him out of the building.

“no problem! i hope you get home safely, see ya!” he hurriedly exclaims, not waiting for your response.

“oh maybe we should do it again sometime” you whispered to yourself. your thoughts consumed you once again, he’s definitely not into me.

“so you’re telling me, you guys ate together and he just left right after?” jaemin furrowed his eyebrows as you both were walking out of the school gates.

“yeah! he just ran off like he would rather do anything but talk to me” you sighed, mentally cringing at that moment.

“well maybe he was nervous!” jaemin shrugged, unsure of how to justify the clueless boy’s actions.

“or maybe he’s just not into me” you poured, slumping your shoulders.

“gosh you’re dramatic” jaemin rolled his eyes before ruffling your hair, you shoved his hands away, fixing up your appearance.

“i’ve never seen you like this, y/n. you must really like him” he continued to tease, skipping along the footpath while giggling at you.

“you’re a literal child, go buy me some frozen yogurt” you nudge his shoulder as you both walked to the nearby mall.

meanwhile, haechan was starting his shift at the arcade.

“woah you’re on time for once” mark teased, patting haechan on the back.

“mark, can i ask you something?” haechan mumbled, pulling aside the older boy.

“uhh sure what’s up?” mark gave him a concerned look, putting down whatever he was planning to do.

“i treated y/n to a meal yesterday, and well, i kind of ran off after, leaving her hanging” haechan explained, also mentally cringing at himself.

“god you really have no game. why did you run off? i thought you liked her?” mark questioned.

“well she’s clearly dating that guy she’s always with! they look like a great couple. i felt so guilty for being with her and flirting! like i’m not about to be a homewrecker!” haechan sighed, pulling at his hair.

“dude, i know you’re a good guy and all, but think about this. did she ever mention once that she had a boyfriend?” mark rolled his eyes playfully, resting a hand to the younger’s shoulder.

haechan shook his head,

“and was she actually invested in all your conversations?” mark raised an eyebrow,

haechan nodded in response.

“what i’m seeing here, is that she might be into you too. why else would she agree to eat with you, when she was walking into the arcade? she clearly didn’t come to play games! and she came alone! put the dots together dude, you’re supposed to be smarter than me!” mark shook haechan’s shoulders furiously, laughing at the clueless boy.

“oh god, what if you’re right?! i totally messed up with her!” haechan groaned, pulling his head down to face his feet.

“don’t be like that. if she’s still interested, she’ll come here again. you must have noticed she only really plays one game. the claw machine, AND it happens to be the machine closest to the counter. i’m just saying” mark shrugged, giving haechan’s a small nudge and heading off to finish his duties.

haechan stood, putting the pieces all together. he smiled to himself before helping out mark. maybe he stood a chance.

“y/n, i want to get an iced coffee! they have the deal with the little macaroons! ” jaemin groaned playfully, pulling at your arm as you lead him to the arcade.

“i wanna see if haechan’s working, that’s all!” you rolled your eyes, “i’ll be quick!” you smiled, dragging your best friend who would rather be eating a good burger, along with you.

“code red” mark smirked, looking over at you, haechan’s eyes followed.

“w-what do i say? should i even talk to her? that’s the boyfriend” haechan mumbled, slowly pacing, avoiding eye contact with you.

“goodluck buddy” was all mark could say, before he left to fix a broken game.

you looked over at the counter, smiling at haechan. he smiled back, you took it as a good sign.

“see! it won’t be awkward, go talk to him now! i need to get that deal” jaemin shoved you softly before patting your shoulders and running out of the arcade.

you took a deep breath before taking small steps towards the boy. he could feel you approaching, and tried to pretend he was doing some ‘important work’.

“hi” your voice was shaky.

“hey” he responded, immediately drawing his attention to you.

“about yesterday...” you started,

“i shouldn’t have left you! i feel so bad” haechan admitted, avoiding your eyes. you let a smile creep up on your face,

“it’s okay. i actually came to ask if you would like to go out...again? like a proper...” you couldn’t finish your sentence,

“like a date?” haechan breathed out softly, trying to push away the feeling of excitement. you nodded enthusiastically, glad he was able to catch on.

“i mean, i’d love to, but i’m, wouldn’t your boyfriend he uncomfortable with that?” haechan stammered, nerves slowly taking over.

“boyfriend? you mean jaemin?” he just nodded, now knowing his name. you started giggling uncontrollably, causing him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“oh god no! he’s wayyy too flirty for me. we’ve been best friends since middle school. he’s not my boyfriend” you explained. haechan automatically felt a huge relief, bringing himself to blush.

“i-im sorry for assuming! if i had known, i would have asked you out ages ago” he admitted, now it was your turn to blush.

“r-really?” you murmured, shocked at his words. you were about to continue the conversation when taeyong interrupted.

“i’m not paying you for small talk, so you will both have to finish this conversation after hours okay?” he sternly spoke to both of you,

“i’m sorry! it was my fault” you slightly pouted, which made haechan’s heart beat faster than it already was.

“it’s okay, i’m sorry taeyong, i’m getting back to work” haechan responded, watching as the older boy nods and walks to the back room.

“text me when you want to go on that date” you smiled widely, handing him a slip of paper with your number. haechan was speechless, never in a million years did he think he would get this far with you.

you waved at him before you left the arcade to go find jaemin to rave about the good news. mark approached the love struck boy, shaking his head while chuckling.

“ahh young love. my son has grown up!” mark fakes crying, haechan just shoved him slightly.

“whatever grandpa”

*new message*

haechan: hi! is this y/n?

y/n: yes! hi haechan! :)

haechan: about that date, i’m thinking we should go to the park? maybe have a picnic? i’m sorry if that’s lame

y/n: i think it’s perfect! let me know the location and time and i’m there!

haechan: sweet, i can’t wait :)

you put on your most flattering floral dress, hoping you weren’t dressing too extra. of course you wanted to spruce up your appearance, especially since its your first proper date. you sent some snaps to jaemin, asking for best friend’s opinions and all,

“dude, he’s gonna love it. that outfit POPS off” jaemin’s wise words stuck with you as you made your way to the park. you held a small basket with you, filled with small snacks you found in your house. you both planned to go to a ramen restaurant after, knowing your huge appetites.

you stood under the tree he suggested you’d meet, swinging the basket side to side softly. your heart was beating out of your chest. you were finally going on a date with the cute boy at the arcade. it excited you more than anything you had experienced.

“well hey there stranger” haechan’s voice echoed close to your ear, which made you blush. he pulled you in for a short hug, which you weren’t expecting. you let him embrace you, smiling into his shoulder.

“oh crap! you actually packed a lot of snacks! if i had known, i wouldn’t have just bought the mat and a random packet of seaweed” he softly sighed, you just shook your head in amusement due to his cuteness.

“it’s fine! i wanted to bring these just for you” you smiled as you both sat on the mat. haechan couldn’t take his eyes off of you. you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. as you were explaining the snacks you had brought, haechan was debating whether or not it was the right time to give you his gift. as you wrapped up your explanations, haechan looked up at you.

“i have a present for you” he blurts, nervously waiting for your response.

“what? haechan! you really didn’t have to! these are just some jam sandwiches-“

“no no, i’ve been planning to get you this for a while” he shyly admitted, watching as you started blushing. he pulled out a plushie from his backpack. your jaw practically dropped, it was the panda plushie you had been trying to get from the claw machine.

“oh my goodness! this is the cutest thing ever, well besides you anyway” you slyly slipped in the last comment, leaving haechan frozen.

you smirked at the boy, taking advantage of his clueless nature, by giving him a small peck on the cheek.

“thank you so much. how did you get this? don’t tell me you broke into the machine!!” you chuckled, imaging the situation.

“no no! i actually won it! i swear, even ask mark” he put his hands up in defence. you nodded along, admiring the thoughtful gift.

“haechan” you softly spoke, shuffling yourself to sit side by side to him, so that your shoulders were pressed against eachother.

“i really like you, i’ve liked you since i first saw you working”

haechan’s eyes widened, unaware of how long you’ve actually had feelings for him. he took your hand in his, smiling at you.

“i really like you too, for quite a while. i was just scared to ask you out” he sighed, gently rubbing his thumb over your skin.

“i’m glad we’re here now! i don’t regret this one bit” you lean your head against on shoulder, snuggling closer to him.

“me neither” he mutters softly, still playing with your hand.

the cute boy from the arcade became your boyfriend after that day. jaemin teased you everytime you wanted to visit haechan at work, and mark did not hold back with his teasing either. haechan made you feel like a kid all over again, carefree and happy, and you were eternally grateful he came into your life.

#nct dream #nct haechan #nct imagine #nct dream imagine #haechan imagine #haechan scenarios #nct imagines #haechan au #nct dream au #nct dream fluff #haechan fluff #lee donghyuck #jisungsmochiimagines #jisungsmochi masterlist

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name rating masterlist because apparently this somehow happened

not sure why everyone is giving a person known to practise Evil Magic and whose url is bondsmagii their literal actual names but it’s cool. I’m sure you can all trust my magical integrity and rest safely knowing I would never ever do anything untoward. it’s fine.

anyway without further ado, time for what a complete fucking stranger thinks of all your names.

definitely valid. pronounced it with a hard C when I first read it so I’d say that’s the more natural way to do it. soft C would not be valid but hard C is definitely valid. may steal this name for one of my fantasy characters, it’s that valid. it seems slightly familiar but every time I think about why that is, some dark shadow passes over my mind and erases whatever memories I’m conjuring. I am not going to question this.

another valid name. very pretty, very Italian, absolutely conjures up some decadent aesthetics. seems like the kind of name a femme fatale would bear, in a dark Cold War era spy movie set across several countries in Europe. a good look.

love it. another one I might steal for a fantasy series. reminds me of the name Ilya, which is another name I adore.

I think this name is adorable tbh and it’s something I would consider for a child, if I wasn’t going to give all my potential children vastly English-people-pronouncing-it-immune Irish names. Rowan and Rohan are two names I absolutely love.

I really love this name. yeah it’s a bit old-fashioned but I think it’s so pretty, and I love all the vowels. I like names with a lot of vowels; probably because those of us with Irish names probably have about a million of them between us. I think this is one of those rare names that suits a person through their whole life: I can imagine an Eloise at all ages, which is a useful trait in a name.

ngl I’m pretty neutral on the name Sarah. it’s not something I actively dislike for the name alone, but I knew a Sarah who was such a fucking dick when I was younger so it’s kind of tarnished it for me. Syd is an amazing name, though, and related Sydney is such a kick-ass name for a woman. Syd I like because a) comes from Sydney which is cool and b) is more gender-neutral, so everyone can be sexy. you are definitely making a good choice.

love it. sounds like “fenian” and I can always appreciate that. you might not want to introduce yourself in Belfast though.

like TAL-ee-ESS-in, right? love it. this is a very cool name and I have never actually heard of it before so this is a nice discovery. lots of cool nickname potential, too, which is always a bonus.

honestly not a fan of Carol, but like Marie and Carol makes a good second name to it, so “Marie Carol” gets a pass. not sure if you pronounce Marie like “mah-REE” or “marry” (I would tend to say “marry”), and I think it would sound better like mah-REE so it doesn’t sound like “marry Carol” (who is she...) but that might just be My Accent™. it looks like the name of the mysterious daughter in a modern Gothic novel, who knows more than she’s letting on. she would only ever be called Marie Carol, never just Marie, and she would be oddly insistent upon this. possibly something something fae.

ooh, I like this. it conjures up all the images of the night sky and things Beyond, and I always appreciate that. it seems almost fairy-tale-esque.

ngl this one doesn’t quite jump out at me... like how it sounds but the spelling it quite dull. there are names that sound similar that I like much more, like Anya or Áine (also said like anya); they have the different A sounds at the beginning and end as well but look much cooler. obvioudly it’s related to Annette which I think is a little old-fashioned for my tastes. I wouldn’t trust me to give you suggestions, though. I’ll probably come out with something insane like Aoibheann or Mairghréad.

I do not personally like the name Megan for the same reason! I have synesthesia and the hollow dun-dun sound is very unpleasant for me 😂 it is not as bad as hearing “Meg”, though -- I just cannot cope with that. I do however think the name definitely suits some people, and I appreciate when it’s just spelled Megan, because it’s a Welsh name and that’s how it’s spelled. it makes me cringe when people say it’s Irish and give it a faux-Irish spelling like Meghan or god forbid Meaghan. so you’re definitely valid for that.

I like Vienna! I like most V names tbh. however Dafydd is definitely a cooler and sexier name, so you’re making a good choice.

is that like the German name Anneliese? if so it’s valid, I really love that name. the way you spell it looks cool as well, but I can see why nobody would ever be able to write it down. I bet you get a bunch of cursed phonetic spellings, which I can absolutely relate to.

#anon #asks

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taylorroger-s · 4 years

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the great pretender [2] // billy/four x reader

a/n hi!!! here’s the second part of “the great pretender” and the third 6u fic ive posted. i have so many wips right now (because i have no self control and keep on starting stories i dont have the time to finish). i sat down like 4 hours ago and this is what came out of it. i’m kind of vibing with this story ngl. sooo here's part one, please reblog, etc.

masterlist!

warnings: none!

enjoy :)

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the address the blond man had given you led to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. you tentatively stepped out of your car, eyes scanning back and forth across the area. it suddenly occurred to you that you could have been led there to be murdered. you could walk back to your car, drive back home, and forget you ever met the british man. but you didn’t, and continued to walk towards a set of steel double doors.

it was unusually warm for that time of year with not a cloud in the sky as the sun beat down. you drew closer, searching the surrounding lot for some sign of other people. nada. the building stood about twenty feet high, a few small windows placed at even intervals on the concrete walls. definitely felt like a prime murder location. aren’t i here to “die”? you mused, hand closing around the door handle. you breathed in, out, then pulled the door open and stepped inside the dark warehouse.

it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and you flinched when the heavy door shut behind you. taking another deep breath, you started walking around the room, eyes tracking the catwalks hanging overhead. the only light streamed through the small square windows, dust drifting through the air. the light all joined in the center of the room, one spot free of shadows.

“hello?” you called out, hands clenched into fists by your side. for a moment, there was only silence, and your anxiety was steadily mounting by the second. your heart nearly stopped when you heard a set of footsteps from the other side of the room. then another. someone sounded like they jumped from one of the catwalks. another set of footsteps. and another, until you could tell that there were six people in the room besides yourself. you were frozen, waiting for the mysterious group to make the next move. your eyes were glued to the circle of light as a tall man stepped into view.

“well well, looks like four was right. you did show.” his voice was relatively neutral, and he spoke fast. he had close-cropped, light brown hair, and a short beard; a few gray hairs sprinkled throughout. he gave off heavy egomaniac vibes. you automatically were suspicious. some part of you was struggling with vague recognition of his frustratingly handsome face. had he been on the news at some point? but you couldn’t put your finger on it and let the question slide.

“i did. might i ask why you wanted me to come here in the first place?” he tilted his head to the side, crossing his arms over his chest. you could just barely make out the outlines and shadows of more people lingering behind him. you unconsciously readjusted your stance to feel more confident, lifting your chin to look him in the eye.

“in the simplest of terms, you’re an asset,” he spoke without letting through a whisper of emotion, a small, cold smile on his lips. his light tone was mildly irritating, and you were eager to get to the chase as to why you were there. but you already knew the answer, of course. piles of money and classified statistics would make you useful to any illegal operation. yet you decided to play dumb. letting out a breath through your nose, you placed a hand on your left hip.

“oh? to what?” you did your very best to fill your words with a mocking lilt, though it wasn’t necessarily convincing, as his eye roll betrayed. the flicker of a scowl crossed your lips before you slid back into a poker face. you heard a faint snicker from behind the man, and then a subsequent hush. they were listening.

“our crew. we’re just like you. tired of the bullshit. and we decided to do something about it,” the dangerous vibe you found on the group on a first impression seemed to be confirmed. it made you wonder what made each of them an ‘asset’ to this group, and if it was a bigger operation than just an agreement between the people in that room.

“and we know you do too.” they certainly remember my outburst last night, you thought, cringing at the memory. once you stepped into the cab, it was impossible to think of anything else but what you did and what you were thinking of doing. the rest of the night was spent on the couch in your apartment, analyzing the piece of paper the british man gave you, even dipping into the fbi database with your account to dig up any other information. you were surprised to find there was nothing you came up with except for the location and ownership of the place he wanted you to find. apparently, it had been owned by some big tech company but was later abandoned and left to fall into disrepair. besides that, your hands came up empty of all information and you ended up falling asleep while watching tv, still holding tightly to the note.

“what exactly am i in for if i say yes?” curiosity from the night before still simmered in the back of your mind, and you were becoming more and more willing to take the leap you spent the last twelve hours considering. ‘death’ in exchange for a life of freedom. it dawned on you that this man must have faked his death to avoid the very government you were employed by.

“well, this is less of a request and more of an opportunity. you can take it or leave it.” now it was your turn to roll your eyes. your original assumption that the man was egotistical came to mind again. he certainly sounded like some boys you had known in college: rich from daddy’s trust fund, filled with unearned confidence, and owner of a severe superiority complex.

“wow, you really know how to make a lady feel special.” a louder laugh sounded from the shadows behind the man, and you instinctively flicked your gaze to where it came from. an annoyed, whispered curse (in… french?) followed the laugh, which only made the person laugh harder.

“ooh, she’s got a mouth on her. nice choice quattro.” the man’s voice was rich and warm with a slight accent to his words. quattro meant four. was that a name? nickname?

“ANYWAY, you’re gonna be dead in every way, except physical. without the law to hold us, we can do anything.” the man sunk back into a slightly patronizing, dreamy tone, trying to paint a picture of the future you left your boyfriend for. freedom from your earthly responsibilities. but the cynical analyst within you won over.

“as someone who works for the government, that is highly irresponsible.” you felt almost like a mom scolding her children for cooking up a dangerous activity. the man’s smile looked sharp enough to draw blood, brown eyes growing a shade darker. you had to stop yourself from taking a step back.

“didn’t bring you here to lecture me about my poor life choices, i hear enough of that from seven. this is your chance to make the mark you have been dreaming of. now, what do you say?” another number. you had to admit, he was highly convincing. he had such sheer charisma it was hard to resist, but you drew together the best argument you could think of and forced it past your lips.

“i’m not sure… it seems like you are up to some questionable vigilante justice,” you were about to continue your motherly scolding when you felt a person move to stand behind you. their body heat sent a startling chill across your skin. they leaned in closer, mere inches from your ear.

“love, this is what you have been looking for, right? i promise you won’t regret it.” your breath hitched at the british man’s voice. he didn’t sound as confident as he had the night before, somehow seeming younger without his gorgeous features clouding your thoughts. you tried to fight back against the part of you completely convinced by the two men, but it grew stronger by the second. oh god… am i really going to do this? you took a deep breath in, out. there was no more debate. you knew exactly what you wanted, needed.

“what do you need me to do?” you breathed out, pressing your lips into a thin line as soon as the words left your mouth. the blond man behind you relaxed, and you could almost see the smile he was most likely sporting. the man in front of you nodded approvingly, rubbing his beard with his left hand.

“excellent. first step, your name is now eight. i’m one. take a wild guess as to what everyone else’s names are. second, fake your death…” eight? what? the two numbers mentioned before made sense. they were names. your name was now eight, something that you had not expected in the slightest. but you didn’t had time to argue. you listened carefully as one explained how you were going to fake your death, along with finer points about your new fellow ‘ghosts’. a few minutes later, you were caught up. you turned around to greet the others, forgetting that the blond man was standing right behind you. you stumbled, the man’s strong arms keeping you from falling. you could feel the embarrassment rise as he looked down at you.

“glad you joined up… eight.” your cheeks grew hot with every passing second he had a hand on you. clearing your throat, you reluctantly stepped out of his arms.

“that’s gonna get some getting used to.” you laughed nervously, inwardly cringing at the obvious worry in your voice. he just smiled, raising the ambient temperature by 2 degrees celsius. his gorgeous green eyes were locked with yours, and you couldn’t help but offer him a shy smile in return. you were usually much stonier when it came to complete strangers, but the man’s casual confidence was annoyingly attractive.

“you’ll catch on quick. you’re family now.” you softened a little at the care in his voice. you broke eye contact and glanced down at your shoes. a beat later, you looked back up, smirk on your lips.

“then what’s your name, casanova?”

“four,” he matched your smile, reaching out a hand for you to shake. you took it, praying he wouldn’t notice the sweat on your palm. his hands were rough with callouses, skin hot to the touch.

“pleased to meet you, four.” you responded, doing a mock curtsy once you let go of his hand. he smiled, winking at you playfully.

“likewise.”

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yayayydufaysudf it’s done! hope ya liked it

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lucius-inspo-blog · 7 years

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PART I: THE MUGGLE

Name: Aman

Age: ..22? shit how old am I? Yeah, 22. We’re good.

Timezone: PST

Preferred Pronouns: She/her

Activity Level: um… active? low key always around ngl

Have you read the rules and F.A.Q.?: yuppp

Tell us a bit about yourself and roleplaying: umm… hi

What is your favourite spell?: Weird question, I know, but I’m curious! Fat rat yellow spell!

Ships | Anti-Ships: Lucius/Narcissa, Lucius/Chem

Anything else?: sorry, i wrote a lot…

PART II: THE WIZARD

Name: Full name of the character you are applying for.

Age and Birthday: August 11, 1954, which makes him 25

Preferred Pronouns: He/him

Character alignment: Neutral Evil. He might not exactly fit the mold but I’d say the following holds true: A neutral evil villain does whatever she can get away with. She is out for herself, pure and simple. She sheds no tears for those she kills, whether for profit, sport, or convenience. The explanation goes on to explain that he has no love of order or destruction for the sake of destruction. Which, honestly, is true. All of that, his reasons for everything tie back to himself.

Affiliation: Death Eater. Why’d he join? Practical reasons: everyone is, Lord Voldemort is clearly powerful, there’s a movement here he wants to be a part of, he wants to be actively involved, he knew his father’d done plenty of meddling in affairs but this is more than that and even better, he would be making things happen Emotional reasons: he struggles with depression, the bloody part of this role serves as therapy of sorts, it brings him a rush, a power and something bigger.

Occupation: Pls, he has none. Socialite. As a Malfoy, he’s been taught to have his fingers in everything but to always keep his respectability. He’s shrewd, clever and intends to go after power, however he refers being the whispers in someone’s ear rather than to take the limelight (in case it backfires in the future). He doesn’t mind throwing anyone under the bus, but he’ll always do it from behind the scenes. This persona is part of why he’s able to plead Imperius curse when put on trial after the war. He was never openly cruel towards the wrong people. When we see him later in the series, we see a lot through Harry’s very biased perspective where he is openly cruel. At that point, he has made an enemy out of Harry and makes a point to be brutal. Backspace jut a little earlier in the book and you’ll hear him telling his son to never be openly hostile towards Harry because it wouldn’t do well to hate the BWL.

PART III: THE INTERVIEW

1. What was your first sexual experience if you had one? Is it a positive or negative memory?

“I hope you know that, usually, I’ll need a good glass of wine or three before delving into such topics. However, I can make an exception today.” He paused for effect, playful smile hiding behind the rim of his wine glass. “Let’s see, I was bright eyed young thing at Hogwarts and spending time with an older girl– hush, we’re not naming names. We’d found a little alcove and had ourselves a quick, little fumble. Awkward, a little cringe worthy, definitely warrants a good chuckle as I look back at it now. Overall, I’d say it’s a good memory, which I’m thankful for. I’ve heard quite a few tales of some terrible first experiences.” 2. If you had a weakness for one of the seven deadly sins, which one would it be and why?

“Easily gluttony. If one takes into account how much as I’ve eaten today, I might need to be rolled back to the manor.” Lucius laughed and patted his smooth stomach, taking delight in the lingering gaze on his figure. “You’d do the honors, right? Help a poor, gluttonous man out.” 3. What kind of house/apartment do you live in?

“Grandiose would not even begin to describe Malfoy manor. Don’t tell me I have never invited you over– oh no, this has to be rectified immediately. Next time we meet to discuss the policy, we shall do so at the manor. I’ll give you a tour, maybe we might be able to catch my father.” Lucius watched the man stand to attention at the mention of Abraxas. Perfect, he could work with that. 4. Which do you idealise most: happiness or success?

“Happiness. Success isn’t the answer. No, listen, wait a minute, don’t go saying I want every endeavor to fail. Success isn’t the answer to everything, it’s a way of life. I have it now and it’s something that I’ll always be chasing– anyone in their right mind will always be chasing it. Once you stop working towards it, it’s gone… Happiness, however, is a state of being that I’d love to get to know better. ” 5. If you died or went missing, who would miss you?

“My wife to be, I would imagine, would be quite torn apart by my loss.” An image played in his head: Narcissa crumpled over in a chair, inconsolable as she pressed a damp handkerchief to her eyes, the air full of choked sobs and prayers for his safe return. She was strikingly beautiful when she cried but he had no desire to test that theory, especially not in this manner. He would be staying as far from death as he could manage. His own death, that was. “Were you expecting me to say my father? Tsk, you and I both know he’d be delighted to raise another Malfoy heir. He always did enjoy my younger years.” 6. What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

“As a man who thrives off company, I’d be at a loss.” Perhaps that’s where marriage comes in, another person to share your sleepless nights… The reply never passed his lips so that the man’s thoughts stayed away from a certain pale, beautiful figure wrapped up in silk sheets. Lucius wet his lips, then continued, driving the other wizard in another direction. “If no one is available for a floo call, well… I’ve always been a fan of learning something new– perhaps a musical instrument. Do you play any yourself?”

PART IV: THE DETAILS

Q1 Takeaways:

Warm and inviting, when he talks to someone, he’s basically inviting them into his space. Like they’re special and an exception and can see something that no one ever gets to see.

He can laugh at himself. Only he can though, if you say something about/to him, he’ll remember it and it’ll bite them in the ass later. But if he laughs at himself, you can go ahead and give a good chuckle with him.

He’ll withhold as deemed classy and he’ll do it in a way that doesn’t feel like he’s holding back. He’s smooth and charming and hardly hesitates

More selfish note about witholding the girl’s name: it’s also about his first time and he doesn’t want any other perspective. He doesn’t want someone being interested, seeking her out and getting her side of it. Again, back to the being able to laugh at himself but you better not laugh at him.

However, if he didn’t like her, if it was a bad memory, he might’ve let part of the name slip by ‘accident’.

Q2 takeaways:

He’s vain, he loves when people appreciate him. Half of these types of comments from him are for when the reply is along the lines of 'rolled back? Look at you, you’re flawless.“

Gluttony: selfishness. Overindulgence, he loves the big stuff and he often gets wrapped up and carried away in it. Give him something good and he’ll chase it with all he’s got. Even the thought or hope of something good is enough to demand his attention. He’s constantly seeking out fulfillment and happiness. He’ll gobble something up and then move on to the next thing, never satisfied. This is a huge aspect to him as a person where he doesn’t know where to stop. He tends to get enthralled by something and then carelessly toss it aside when it’s consumed (when he’s realizes that, no, it’s not going to make him happy). There’s always a new best thing: a new bottle of wine, the family wand, Narcissa.

Rejects

Lust: nah, not for sex, not for power. He has power

Envy: meeeeeeeeh

Greed: psh

Sloth: NOPE, he always gets irritated when people claim that rich just laze about in their manors. He’s seen his parents stress, struggle, and strive for more just like anyone else. He sees his friends and others in his society picking up jobs, organizing charities and balls, influencing the world…

Wrath: this is a contender, if only because he knows how to hold a grudge. He gets angry, upset, he goes to violence, he sees it as just. He revels in vengeance and enjoys a good cleverly hatched plan. However, it’s not blinding. He’ll never lose himself in a rage and will always weigh consequences. He values himself more than he values that anger.

Pride: another contendor, but not that high. This man’s ego is unparalleled by many. He values himself and thinks of himself as a gift to the world. It’s put in perspective, however, when you look at how he uses it. He considers himself high but he surrounds himself in other people who are at his level. He sees others’ pride as well and acknowledges that, yes, they should be proud. They’re accomplished as well. They’re powerful, skilled men and women to admire.

Q3 Takeaways:

He knows what the man wants, he just roundabout worked his way there. This wizard wants to meet Abraxas? That can be arranged. It might be. Maybe. Okay, Lucius had no intention of bringing his father in, but let’s keep that between us.

Even if Abraxas isn’t there, it’s a way to bring the other into his arms. Lucius enjoys these kinds of things, where he can show off the manor, share little 'secrets’, help the other unwind, bring him in to his side.

Q4 Takeaways

Fuck me up I have a lot of thoughts about this. So does Lucius, can you tell? His demeanor gets a bit more earnest, like he’s telling you something you need to know.

He’s familiar with success.

He isn’t familiar with happiness. It goes back to how he has the world at his fingertips. It hit him a lot as a teenager– he dealt with depression! He was prefect. He had good friends. A girlfriend. Sexual experiences. Grades. Pureblood. Teachers loved him. He was perfect. But he felt empty and, damn, he needed something. It’s multiple things: he doesn’t handle bad news as well, constantly looking up the ladder, goals are less gratifying than he’d thought them to be, he felt like he’d always had to hold back. He withdrew for a while there, in Hogwarts, pulled back from all the shit and just tried to sort his stuff out on his own, but that didn’t end up working out at all. Now he’s grounded a bit in his mission with the Death Eaters.

The torture and the killing is almost therapeutic to him, putting life and values into perspective. It keeps him grounded but it still doesn’t give him that happiness. Right now, he thinks Narcissa is going to make him happy.

Q5 Takeaways

He’s a dreamer, can you see? It works with him in general. He knows how to dream big. He knows how to get what he wants!

Narcissa… He has an image built up of her in his head. He has an idea of who she is and what she’ll be to him. He expects her to fill it, honestly. He’s controlling as a fiance and he makes sure he has a say. At the same time, he’s very romantic. He wants her to be in love with him and to miss him. There’s a juxtaposition there that’s going to definitely leave him jarred. Especially as he realizes that his image of Narcissa isn’t really her. Right now though, he idealizes her. She is the solution to all his problems, his other half, his wife to be, the woman who’ll share his bed and his struggles.

He’s spoiled by his dad. Absolutely spoiled and they have had a really good relationship ever since he was young. Something changed a little with his father when he grew up. He idealizes his childhood a little bit and that joy he had there.

Q6 Takeaways:

He’s an extrovert and everyone knows it

He has very very detailed and vivid thoughts about Narcissa being in his bed

The assumption that he can wake her up if he can’t sleep. Not for sex, but just in general. It’s such an interesting assumption and you can tell that he doesn’t understand relationships in any way

He realizes how the mention of Narcissa can bring the other guy’s thoughts to her scantily clad and in bed. So he’s protecting his wife to be’s virtue. Gtfo, guy, only he can daydream about her like that

He likes to spend time productively and doing things. He does, however, have a loose sense of the word productive. Making peacocks out of paper? Useless, sure, but it’s productive. An intricate braid in his hair? Why not?

Wand

Age: 11–now

Sentiments: it’s been a great companion to him, served him well, he enjoys a little flair Alder wood, dragon heartstring

Wood: Alder

Whilst Alder makes for an unyielding wood, its ideal owner is not stubborn or obstinate, but often helpful, considerate and most likeable. Whereas most wand woods seek similarity in the characters of those they will best serve, alder is unusual in that it seems to desire a nature that is, if not precisely opposite to its own, then certainly of a markedly different type. When an alder wand is happily placed, it becomes a magnificent, loyal helpmate. Of all wand types, alder is best suited to non-verbal spell work, whence comes its reputation for being suitable only for the most advanced witches and wizards. Alder is also excellent for protection against outside forces, and, when combined with phoenix feather, is a suitable match for a wizard who will "make their mark on this world”

Core: Dragon Heartstring

As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

Age: for the future

Sentiments: longing Elm, dragonheartstring: Kept in a walking stick, family heirloom that’s been passed through the Malfoy family from patriarch to patriarch for generations.

He’s eagerly awaiting this wand, honestly. He’ll be getting it when he marries, as a symbol of becoming head of the Malfoy family.

Lucius has this game he plays with his father where he’ll try to sneak it away from him. They’ve been doing it since he was younger. Sometimes the wand would be laying in the open and he’d sneak it away. Other times, he’d go with a classic “OH WHAT WAS THAT” and then run with it, giggling like a mad man. It led to quite a few little accidents, unfortunately, but nothing that couldn’t be waved away.

Friends

He’s a lot looser with his friends than the general public. He can be more crude, more playful and enjoys that they can bring out the cruel streak in him.

He has no problem sharing disgusting details with his friends, he’s also the group gossip for sure.

Considering his friends, I can easily see them having a bit of a good cop bad cop dynamic sometimes.

He judges Rodolphus’ relationship with Bellatrix and definitely doesn’t want anything like that for himself.

He’s known for his parties tbh, he throws amazing ones

Family

Father: Lucius close with his dad and has always been. When he was younger, his dad would bring him along to teas and casual events, just to charm the ladies. Lucius would sit there, well behaved, flashing a couple smiles and asking a few questions here or there. Winning people over had never been difficult. He enjoyed the bonding. He loved seeing the inner working’s of his father’s circle– how things worked and why. The man did, however, have a habit of silencing young Lucius when he used the wrong words. Abraxas took a direct approach to raising Lucius and showed him how everything worked and why. His father didn’t give away all his secrets, though, which was made apparent when he rebuked any questions Lucius had about if he really did organize the unfortunate death of the first muggleborn minister.

Mother: His mother was a stranger to him growing up. She’d married Abraxas for his name, gave him an heir, and then declared her duties done. She stood by Abraxas at parties but hardly did much more. Lucius didn’t interact much with her growing up and, honestly, he didn’t want to. His father had never had kind words for her, which left a mark in Lucius’ impressionable young mind.

Relationship^ He doesn’t want a relationship like his parents. He wants love and companionship. He has a lot of views of what marriage would mean to him and they’re very naïve, idealistic and one sided.

The Supremacy

He was raised with pureblood supremacy. It was how he viewed life, of course. He knew he was better than others, that much was clear. He was isolated in a similar society. In this way, he definitely grew up seeing an ideal. This is what the rest of the world could be. He couldn’t fathom why they would not want this. His family has always held such beliefs and have been pulling strings in the background for years. Abraxas, in fact, was part of the assassination of the first muggle born minister. Lucius started his Hogwarts years with that belief never wavering. However, it was always just a belief until he joined the death eaters. Then it quickly became something more. He’s proud of his position as death eater. He sees himself as taking a belief and acting upon it, not just once or twice but over and over with each mission he takes. He sees himself and his comrades taking up arms for a something they believe in and rallying together. He finds a lot of strength in that idea. They’re coming together to do something good. It’s something that needs to be done. He recognizes the cruelty of it. How would he not see the fact that there’s death and torture at every step? He doesn’t mind, though. In fact, it’s part of the draw. Lucius struggled with depression for a lot of his teenage years, but this has helped pull him out of it. He’s found something that helps him feel steady. This is what he likes. He likes the torture. He likes the ideals. What is he there for? He’s there for himself. Honestly, he’s there because it works for him. It’s an easy, entertaining way for him to solidify his sense of self. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t believe in any of it. Actually, he’s dived fully into it and has quickly climbed the ranks of the Death Eaters. However, it just means that his loyalties lie with himself.

^– is a a coward? Idk about that. Maybe you could call him one. It’s more that he loves himself more than anything else and he’ll take care of himself. He’s loyal to the death eaters but that’s because it works for him. When it stops working for him, he’ll let it go. When Voldemort dies, he has no desire to go look for him. He’s not loyal to the man. Yes, he believes in pureblood supremacy, but he’ll find his own ways to play with it that doesn’t involve voldemort or the death eaters. And by then, he has a son as well which ends up becoming another way to ground him (a healthier way than torture and killing). He doesn’t go searching for Voldemort. He doesn’t want to end up in Azkaban. So he says forget that. He doesn’t think Voldemort is the answer to everything. He sees him and respects him and even fears him, but he believes in himself more than this dark wizard.

I’m using this in reference, as well, to when the DE masks come out at the Quidditch World Cup. At that point, he’s been bored, slightly unbalanced yet again and the torture was a pull he couldn’t resist.

OKAY

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PART V: THE STORY

Lucius Malfoy graced the wizarding world with his arrival between claps of thunder– applause. The downpour continued for a week after his birth but did nothing to deter the flocks of men and women who made their way to Malfoy manor. The manor sat under darkened skies, teeming with life as the pitter patter of rain against the tiles became another layer of music. After years and years of trying, a new heir for the Malfoy family was born. Abraxas paraded the newborn around, the bundle of blankets cradled in his arms for all to see while his wife sat with her friends, exhausted and pretending her insides weren’t torn apart.

These first few days of Lucius’ life reflected the following years perfectly. A doting father, a distant mother, thunderous applause and the Malfoy name.

The name Malfoy gave Lucius everything– wealth, prestige, luxury, heritage, purity, and a sense of pride– and his father never once let him believe otherwise. As he grew, Lucius learned how to wield this identity as both a weapon and a shield. With words as sweet as honey and a bright smile to go with it, he charmed everyone through his childhood, from his father’s coworkers to Hogwarts professors to the girls who giggled in the halls when he passed by. His actions held a warmth that, though exagerrated, could hardly be called fake.

Pull this string and you get a nod of acknowledgement, pull the other and you get an invitation into their home. Hogwarts was a breeze to the clever young Slytherin, who churned out excellent spellwork, acceptance into the Slug Club, and a prefect’s badge. His friends never left his side and the girls were another adventure entirely. Life should be perfect for Lucius Malfoy, the young boy who had everything.

Yet, the ever elusive concept of happiness stayed within arm’s reach for him. Both in and after Hogwarts, each goal he placed for himself brought a satisfied curl to his stomach before leaving him empty and in want of more. The man ate, drank and smiled his way through a barrage of parties but found himself craving more. Parties, alcohol, drugs, women. When something failed, he switched his attention to something else.

The fullfillment was found in the Death Eaters. When he joined Lord Voldemort’s ranks, it was as much for himself as it was for the cause that he believed in so dearly. The higher purpose and the torture that came with it was just enough to ground the unbalanced young man. The climb through Lord Voldemort’s ranks was accompanied by a renewed vigor in Lucius’ life.

He craved more: a wife, the manor, a new title, impact on policy, his family wand, his mother’s approval, Lord Voldemort’s favor, the list goes on and on. Narcissa was the first on the list and just as easy as everything else was to him. With a word in her mother’s direction, the young woman was already his, down to the new platinum blonde hair. The dedication delighted him like nothing else before. It could only get better from there.

At 25, Lucius had grown into himself as a man. He had gained his own reputation in the Ministry that could rival his father’s– one with no need for a job title. Lucius kept his hands clean, fingers gently wrapped around his wineglass as he smiled his way through yet another Ministry function with his beautiful fiancée by his side. With Narcissa as his own, the Ministry in his pocket, and the muggleborns quickly dwindling away, he saw good things for his future. And damn, he was craving something good.

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