#the way they're resting their chins on the windowsill

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I Was Kidding: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

NSFW 18+

Gaz wakes up, hungover in a bed that is not his own ➔ alcohol consumption, drunkeness, hangovers, jealousy, accidental confessions, making out, mentions of wet dreams

3.7k words

Gaz lets out a low groan, his voice but a growl, the vestiges of sleep still lingering in his tone. He rolls over in his bed and pulls the warm sheets up to his chin, nuzzling deeper into his pillow. He feels comfortable. Safe. 

A noise somewhere in the distance has him groaning again. He shifts his position, burrowing further into the bundle of plush blankets. He raises his hand to rub at his eyes without opening them, As he does, he feels something that confuses him. Soft yet ticklish. His brows furrow and he tries to bat the offending texture away. Something about it is familiar. But he has no idea why. He especially doesn’t know what it's doing in his bed. 

His eyes are as heavy as lead as he blinks them open. Gaz hisses, eyes narrowed in a squinting, vengeful glare at the window. Like if he glared hard enough, it would shatter and break. Golden light streams in, bathing the room in a warm glow. He drops his head back against the pillow and slings an arm over his eyes. 

He feels like his skull was being split in two. 

"You're awake," 

Kyle nearly jumps from his skin at the sudden voice. He turns to the source and frowns, head cocked to the side in confusion. Is he seeing things? He has to be. There’s no way… 

He blinks. He rubs his eyes. He blinks again. 

Nope. Still there. 

This is real. 

He grumbles your name, brows furrowed in confusion, the tip of his nose scrunching up in his bewilderment. "What are you doing here?" 

“In my flat?” you ask, your eyes sparkling with that teasing light he’s come to love. “Gee, I wonder.” 

“Your flat?” Gaz echoes, brows furrowing. He glances around the room. 

The walls are the right colour, the same drab beige as pretty much every flat in London, somewhere between sandpaper and ash. The posters and pictures that decorated the walls are familiar. At least, he thinks. His vision is still blurry. The big tell that this isn’t his room is the window had curtains. Kyle hasn’t had curtains since he accidentally set his on fire in November. His eyesight clears slightly, and he notices other things that don't add up. A shelf full of books. The plants that clutter the windowsill. The desk, not piled up with empty cans and bottles, loose bullets and dull knives. He looks down to the source of the strange texture from earlier and pulls up a small plush. That weird Webkinz that he always thought was a platypus but was apparently something called a ‘Googles’. He lets it drop onto the mattress beside him. 

He is, in fact, not in his own room. He blinks dumbly. “Oh.” 

You smile softly, handing him some aspirin and a glass of water. He has barely taken the glass from your hand when you’ve fished a little container of MIO from your pocket. You add two drops to the cup and watch him expectantly. 

For a moment all he can do is stare back, his heart fluttering in his chest. 

That's one thing that he loves about you. The little things you do for people that could be so easily overlooked. But Gaz never overlooked them. In fact, to him, those small acts meant the world. They're what made him fall for you in the first place. 

Sure, a lot of people know he isn’t fond of water. He finds it plain. But most would simply hand him a glass and expect him to deal with it. Even Soap, who has known him for so long, doesn’t go out of his way to accommodate Gaz's tastes. 

Gaz takes a small sip, wetting his lips which he’s only now realizing are dry. Strawberry Watermelon. His favourite. He finds himself wondering if you bought it just for him. 

He takes the pills all at once, downing the rest of the glass in one go. He wipes at his lips with his wrist, staring down at the cup with a dopey grin. 

He feels his heart swell, and he opens his mouth to speak only to snap it shut immediately after. He was so close to slipping, so close to saying those three words that would ruin everything. 

Three words. It's crazy how three little words could mean so much. Then again, Gaz doubts that all the languages in the world combined have enough words to describe how he feels about you. 

You are everything to him. 

More important than his job, his team, his family or even the air that he breathes. He would do anything you asked him to without hesitation. It’s almost concerning. He'd probably thinkso if he wasn't so infatuated with you. But he is infatuated with you, truly head over heels, which is why he can never let those three words slip. 

Three words. Three words that he has whispered to himself over and over in the dead of night as images of what could be but never would flash before his eyes. A mirage of you lying next to him, nose to nose, giggling at one of his jokes that he knew wasn’t funny. The memory of your touch, the fantasy of your fingers touching places they’ve never touched before. As you smiled up at him through your lashes and he couldn’t help the confession. A breathless whisper. 

As soon as it escaped him, the illusion would shatter, as it did every night. 

Three words that could change everything. Three words that could take years of friendship and hopeless pining and flush them down the drain. Three simple, stupid, horrible, gut-churning, heart-stopping, life-ending, amazing words. 

I love you. 

"Do want me to close the drapes?" you ask, taking his low groan as a ‘yes’. you walk over to the large window and pull the heavy curtains shut, filling the room with shadows. 

"Better?" you ask, sitting delicately at the foot of the bed. 

He grunts, nodding his head, a frown tugging at his lips. "What... What happened last night?" 

You smile softly. "How much do you remember?" 

Gaz furrows his brows. 

Last night? Gaz could remember the mission, the last before break. The Task Force had succeede of course, thanks in large part to him.  

Gaz could remember ignoring the officers and personnel after the aircraft touched down on the tarmac. He could remember going through the motions of nodding and thanking and passively agreeing. He could remember when finally, finally, he was able to break away and rush to where you were waiting at the edge of the landing strip.  

You were bounding up and down in excitement, hands clasped before your chest. you were shouting, but he couldn’t make out what, the roaring of jet engines successfully drowning your words out. you had shouldered your way through the crowd to access the tarmac, colliding with him in a warm hug. He’d picked you up of the ground, and swung you around, treasuring the moment. 

“Way to go!” You'd told him, grinning so wide Gaz had worried it may have hurt. “You did so well!” 

He remembered not wanting to let you go, to leave you. But he had to get out of his sweaty clothes. So, with hesitation, he pulled away, and, grabbing one last quick hug, ran off after the rest of the team. 

Gaz could remember arriving at the bar with the Task Force to celebrate their win. He could remember when you had arrived with your friends from the Intelligence Department not even ten minutes later. He remembered the way you had looked in your dress. Just thinking back on the memory of it makes Gaz's knees weak, and his chest hurt from yearning. Heat floods his body, the tips of his ears flushing at the memory. 

He blinks and swallows, trying to ignore the molten arousal that’s starting to build. 

He could remember mingling with people, accepting congratulations and toasts with a smile, you at his side. He remembered the burning jealousy that coursed through his veins when Johnny fucking MacTavish arrived. When you left Gaz's side for Soap... Soap, of all people! Gaz could remember the way his hands had clenched into fists, knuckles white, nails digging into his palms so hard they drew blood, as the Scottsman picked up your hand and pressed his lips against it in a playful greeting. 

He remembered glaring at Soap from across the room as he laughed and flirted with you. He remembered the pang in his heart as he'd seen your blush, giggling softly as you placed a hand on Soap’s. He remembered the burning anger intensifying as, after noticing your shivering from the cold, Soap pulled off his hoodie and draped it over your shoulders. 

Gaz could barely stand the sight. 

You looked great in it. Of course you did. you would look good in anything or nothing. He just couldn’t fathom that the jacket wasn’t his. Oh, how wonderful you'd look. For a moment he pictured it was his sweater you were wearing. The colour of it suited you perfectly, looking absolutely adorable with your hands curled at the end of the sleeves in little sweater paws. 

The illusion had broken when you’d turned, and he saw Soap’s name where his should have been. 

Gaz can remember downing the rest of his bottle and immediately going to get another. He had hoped to drown out the burning jealousy with the burning of whisky. One shot. Then two. Then three. Then he'd moved on to rum. Then vodka. Then tequila. Then... nothing. He was drawing a blank. 

"How did I get here?" he asks, his voice still hoarse from sleep. 

"Well, after what must've been your twentieth round of drinks, you were really out of it," you begin to tell the story, the soft smile gracing your lips a stark contrast to the emotions that are swirling in your eyes. Confusion. Concern. Guilt. Did you think this was your fault? He hopes you don't think this is your fault. "You then proceeded to stumble your way over to Soap and me." 

Gaz can’t help the low growl that rumbles from deep within his chest at the mere mention of Johnny’s name. Jealousy and rage course through his veins like lightning, something primal stirring within him. You shoot him a look but don't press. 

“One second, he and I are dancing, the next you have him up against the wall, shouting until you’re breathless. You threw him down and started to, like, choke him out. By the time Price was able to separate you you’d chipped one of his teeth, busted his lip and his nose.” 

"Okay," Gaz nods. He can vaguely remember that. Not his best moment. Soap would never let him forget it. “But how did I get here?" 

"I'm getting there," you tell him with a roll of your eyes. "You were obviously wasted so I told you I’d be taking you home. You refused, told me that you were going to get your dick wet and that I couldn’t do anything to stop you.” 

Gaz buries his face in his hands. “God I’m sorry.” 

You don’t acknowledge his apology, simply continuing with your tale. “You stumbled around the party for another half hour after that, downing whatever you could get your hands on. I tried a number of times to get you to leave but you kept telling me ‘the night is young, baby!’ Then you threw up on Ghost’s dog and the bartender cut you off... I tried to say goodbye to everyone before leaving with you, but anytime I got close to someone, you would snarl at them and try to start a fight," 

He grabbs his head between his hands. He could remember that. God, how stupid had he been? 

"So eventually, I gave up and told Kate to do it for me, and I started to take you home," you smile softly and reach out to run a hand over his hair in an attempt to comfort him. Gaz hates how well it works; he melts into your touch immediately. "But you denied it and said that the only way I could get you to leave would be if I took you home with me," You gesture around the room, "and so here we are," 

"Oh God, you... I'm so sorry," he says, regret pooling in his eyes as equal parts guilt and shame bubble up in his stomach. 

"Don't worry about it," you wave him off. "Parties aren't really my scene anyways. You should really be apologizing to Ghost and Riley. They’re the real victims here." 

"I didn't..." he trails off for a moment, unsure of how he wants to word his next question. "I didn't say or do anything stupid to you, did I?" 

"Well, I guess there's one thing..." you hum, tapping your chin with your index finger. 

His eyes widen in panic, and he’s overcome with dread. "What? What did I do?" 

"You professed your undying love to me, and we preceded to have hot, carnal sex until the wee hours of the morning," 

Kyle, far too hungover and caught up in a mess of his own anxieties to notice your teasing tone nor the mischievous glint in your eyes, pales. "Oh my God... I'm so sorry... Believe me; this isn't how I wanted this to go. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for you to find out in such a way. I-I... I love you so much, and I... God, I'm so fucking stupid." 

When he looks up to meet your gaze, he can tell you’re surprised by his admission. Eyebrows raised, eyes wide, mouth dropped open to form a small ‘o’. 

His lip trembles. "W-what?" 

"I was kidding," you say. 

"Oh," Gaz mutters, his voice wavering. "So we didn't...?" 

"No," you shake your head, answering the unspoken question. "You passed out the second we got through the door. I had to practically drag you into bed." 

He swallows hard, unable to meet your gaze. 

"So..." You started hesitantly. "You love me, huh?" 

He nods, not trusting himself to speak. 

You nod in response, pursing your lips. "Alright." 

"I'm sorry you had to find out like this," He says, his voice cracking with overwhelming emotions. "I wasn't going to tell you at all. I don't want to ruin our friendship..." 

Gaz hiccupps, furiously rubbing away his tears with the back of his hand. "I just can't help it! I've tried to stop liking you, I've tried so hard! But you're so smart and kind. You're an amazing cook, and you're insanely fucking funny, it's unreal. Not to mention beautiful, God, you're so fucking beautiful it's not even fair! It's like every time I see you is the first time. Like the air is being torn from my lungs, and I'm being picked apart and put back together over and over again, and I love it. I love you so much, and I think I always have." 

He lets out a noise that lies somewhere between a laugh and a sob, gripping his head so hard that you wince just seeing him do it. But he doesn’t feel it. He can’t even feel the ache in his head anymore. All he can feel is the sinking in his gut and the pain in his heart. "I know that you don't feel the same way, and I know that you hate me now. And I'm just... I'm sorry, I’m so sorry." 

Gaz feels the bed shift as you move to sit beside him. He turns his head away and tries to shrink in on himself, to make himself as small as possible in the hopes that he might disappear completely. 

You take his chin gently in your hand and turned his head so that you’re both facing each other. Gaz wishes that he could hide from the soft look in your eyes. He knows what’s coming. He hated this part. 

Kyle feels like throwing up, and not because of his hangover. He can only wish that you will let him down gently. His heart wouldn’t be able to take much more than that. It’s already splintering, sending painful shards all throughout his chest. He doubts it would ever be whole again. 

And yet, despite everything, Gaz finds himself melting into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut on instinct. You've always had this effect on him, and he knows that you always will. 

"I don't hate you, Kyle" Your voice is gentle and calm. 

He blinks up at you through his tears. "You don't?" 

"No," you shake your head, offering him a soft smile. "In fact..." 

You lean in close, tilting your head to the side. Gaz's heart stops working, and his breath catches in his throat. 

He doesn’t even register that you’re kissing him until a moment later. When his lungs kick back in, and he can inhale again. He's always felt giddy when he was with you, but now he feels like he is flying. Gaz, overeager and sloppy, accidentally knocks the tip of his nose into yours, as he returns the kiss feverishly. His heart feels as if it is dropping down a bottomless pit. Like it’s sinking deeper and deeper while his head becomes lighter and lighter. 

You kiss him passionately, your hands reaching out to touch and hold. Gaz's hands latch onto your waist as he pulls you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. His fingers tugg at the hem of your shirt, clawing desperately at anything he can reach with trembling, shaky hands. Your hands slide up his sides and neck, stopping a moment to cup his face as you deepen the kiss. Then your hands drift higher, and you dig your fingers into his dark hair, nails dragging across the scalp. Black curls tangled around your fingers, you give his hair a gentle tug and Gaz can't help the whimpering moan that escapes his lips. He pulls you in closer until your bodies are pressed so tightly together that you practically became one. 

Gaz's head is a mess. So much so that he can’t keep track of where his hands are supposed to go, or how he is being kissed. So much has happened in so little time. He is completely overwhelmed in the best possible way. 

He wants to burn this into his memory forever. The pressure of your soft lips against his, the warmth of your body as you press against him, the weight of you comfortable and perfect on him, the plush of your thighs on his lap. Gaz wants to be able to remember this forever, when he’s scared or alone in the dark of night. When he’s out on a mission, unsure if he’ll ever make it back home. Home to you. Whenever his depression gets so bad he couldn’t think of anything to live for. When the memories of the things he’s done and the things he’s seen become too much. This is something to live for. The only thing. 

He prays to whatever spirit there may be out there that this won't be the last time he'll get to touch you like this. That he won’t open his eyes only to find out that it was another cruel, torturous dream. That you won’t pull away from him and laugh. 

If this is the last time, if this is a dream, if this is some heinous joke, Gaz doesn't care. He can’t bring himself to. Not when you’re in his lap, lips slotted against his, breath hot and heavy against sweaty, kiss swollen lips. He is going to make the most of this. 

He runs his tongue against your lips, and you oblige, parting them slowly. Gaz grins into the kiss as he let his tongue explore your mouth, intertwining it with your own, like he’s trying to tie your tongues together, as he tries to swallow his sounds. He savours the feeling and the taste of you, and he knows that nothing else will ever satisfy him again. 

When you let out a moan against his lips, Gaz can’t help but to roll his hips in response. You let out a soft gasp that quickly turns into a groan as he deepens the kiss further. Noses bumping into each other. Teeth clashing. Hands grabbing at anything that they can reach. 

Gaz is out of control in the best possible way. Holding you in his arms. Kissing you. Making your his. It is more intoxicating than any alcohol he's ever had in his life. And he’s had a lot. 

When you pull back for air, your chest is heaving, and your cheeks are flushed. 

Gaz chases after you desperately. He feels like he can’t breathe without you, like without your lips on his, he'll suffocate and die. 

You give him a quick kiss, holding it for no more than a second before backing away once more. 

He draws in an uneven breath and stares up at you through a daze of wonder and disbelief. Your lips are swollen and red. A string of saliva runs from your mouth to his own, connecting you in the most delicious way. The spit snaps, falling down to him and only then does he realize that his chin is slick with a mixture of your combined spit, dribbling down his neck and soaking into his shirt. 

A shiver runs up his spine, sending shock waves through his entire body. He can’t remember ever feeling so good. 

"So," Gaz swallows, a deep blush staining his cheeks, flushed with heat of arousal. 

"I love you too, dummy," you laugh breathlessly before leaning in and capturing his lips once more. 

Gaz grins into the kiss, gripping your waist as you pressed your hips harder against his. He flips you over, pining you beneath him. He pulls back for a moment to admire the sight. He dives back into the kiss with renewed passion, hands sliding down to grab at your ass, taking greedy handfuls of the fat as he moans into your mouth. 

Who knew that a drunken night could have turned out so well? 

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#cod #call of duty #cod mwii #x reader #cod x reader #cod smut #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #gaz

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finally! riddle housepet design is here (his little resting station where he usually is is in progress, he’s such a regal looking thing. on that note, those root thingamajigs are gonna take a while cause they really like to challenge my brain)

Summary: You witness Ace being dragged from his hiding spot by two Caters while Riddle looks down upon him in disappointment.

(the tiny crown, the puffy puffy petals of his dress, the absolute distress Ace is in while Riddle looks very disappointed had me smiling all day! Here's a drabble for your efforts!)

You leaned against your open window, facing the backyard as you idly sip on your drink. Ace, fully within your sight but not the other way around, was tip-toeing past you. He kept close to the house walls, but not quite touching it since there are thin roots covering the low bottom of it.

It didn't take a genius to figure out the rascal nymph was trying to hide from Riddle. You almost wanted to do a noisy sip just to scare Ace out of his leaves, but you're more content to watch thing unfold. You know it won't be long before Trey, Cater or Deuce find him, if Riddle doesn't find him first.

Ace reached his destination, a series of braided vines dangling from a support frame shaped like a cage. You watched him whip his head about, somehow missing you and your lax figure even though you're right there. Seemingly confident with his not-so-thorough scan of the place, Ace dove right in and hide himself from sight.

You did not miss the squinting of his mischievous eyes.

Quietly sighing to yourself, you placed your cup to the side and leaned out the window. Making sure you don't fall on your head, you spotted a cluster of roots and patted it twice with your whole hand. They wriggled about, unraveling to hold your fingers for just a moment before letting go.

Under the wind rustling the plentiful plants in your garden, you heard the gentle rumbling of the earth. Riddle was coming.

Figuring it would take a bit for him to get here, you felt this would be a nice time to refill your cup. Entertainment is always a bit soured when you don't have something to eat or drink.

To the kitchen you go.

You almost dropped your cup on your way to the windowsill when you heard the shrillest of shrieks. Shriek isn't even the right word, it sounded like someone was squeezing their lungs empty trying to blow a leaf whistle.

Luckily you saved your drink due to the fact this was not the first time you heard it. Ace always had some lungs to him, though they're nothing compared to Riddle's when he's angry.

You leaned out the windowsill just to spot two Caters jumping out of the vines. They firmly held onto the struggling Ace's arms and legs, marching forth towards a Riddle who is not angry so much as disappointed and just the slightest bit tired.

You can understand, even you have your limits on Ace's shenanigans.

When you clinked your cup down, everyone simultaneously turned towards you. The two Caters' eyes went wide, causing one of them to drop his legs. Ace, still too deep in his emotional tantrum, kicked his legs up and down as though that will do anything, punctuating every slam with cutely pathetic peeps. Riddle's face did not change. If anything, his disappointment deepened.

You placed your chin in your hand, "What did he do this time?"

Riddle summoned his roots from the ground, transporting himself to the nearest high hedge before reaching in. He pulled out a half-eaten leaf, on it was a cluster of small beetles.

"Ah," you figured it out, "he skipped bug duty."

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𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

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warnings : none

notes : sorry if this is rushed or grammar spelling errors. alternative ending to the last part and much happier one!!

With Joshua's departure to Orgin you didn't have time to set around and worry as Edda had gone into labor. The Hideaway was in chaos as everyone prepared for the arrival of a new baby, it seemed to be the first child born in the Hideaway so everyone was more than excited to pitch in. Mid had decided that you were to help her prep a room for Edda and the baby a nursery of sorts. So you found yourself preoccupied until night fall with hastily making a private nursery for the new mother. Finally when the sun had settled beyond the horizon is when Tarja had fetched both you and mid to come see the baby per Edda's request. You nervously trailed behind the two women, upon entering the room you greeted by the brunette woman who cheerily showed off her baby boy. Both you and Mid cooed over the newborn trying your best to make him laugh though you no doubt just made yourselves look like fools. Soon Jill, Torgal, and Gav had entered into the room. Gav seemed awestruck upon seeing the baby and without hesitation took the baby away from Edda when she offered. You smiled warmly at the scene in front of you, everyone was so happy it was nice for a change it almost made your forget about your worry for Joshua, Clive, and Dion. But you couldn't help but notice that Jill seemed distant, she merely stood at the window gazing at the night sky.

Excusing yourself from the group you walked towards Jill joining her side. "I hadn't even realized how late it was because of all the excitement of today." You said softly as you rested your elbows on the wooden windowsill. Jill hummed in response never breaking her gaze off the sky, "Mhm...they're still not back." She said seemingly to ignore your comment. You couldn't pin point exactly what she was looking at so intensely and followed her gaze. Your eyes finally landing the bright red Metia star, "Ah..I see. Your watching Metia?" You asked. "Mhm. I have a feeling it's connected to both Clive and Joshua." She explained. Sighing you stepped back, "Jill please don't worry yourself. They're strong I know they'll be okay." You said reassuringly but it seemed like you were only trying to convince yourself. Jill didn't say anything in response she was lost in her own thoughts. Stretching your arms in the air you walked towards the door of the room, "Tarja, I'm going to go get some fresh air." You said to the auburn haired woman. She waved in response as you walked out the door.

The Hideaway was quiet, the sound of gentle waves and quiet mummerings were all you heard this late at night unlike the capital cities you had grown up in. Your boots clicked against the wooden floors as you made your way to the docks to sit on the beach. Sighing you sat on the sandy shore pulling your knees to your chest resting your chin on top. Your hand outstretched moving back and forth absentmindedly in the tides. The sound of the waves was soothing...it could only help quell your anxiety so much though. You noticed how the dark night sky was slowly lighting up, day break would arrive in a few hours and yet no sign of Joshua.

     You had no idea how long you sat on the shore it was only when Torgal's howl broke through the quiet night when you were snapped out of your daze. Something in your mind told you to look at the sky and when you did you saw the once bright red star had now disappeared as did Orgin which floated menacingly on the horizon. It was all gone but where was Joshua?!

     Then you heard Jill's distressed crying alongside Torgal's howls. You felt your chest tighten up it was suddenly hard to breath, your fist clenched the fabric on your chest as your tried to steady yourself. Did Torgal sense they were dead? Hot tears streamed down your face, your head was spinning the sound of waves were now drowned out you couldn't focus on anything. Torgal's howling continued to echo through the air it seemed like he was trying to get something's attention but you couldn't focus on him right now.

     It wasn't until the sun slowly began to rise over the horizon when you saw figures moving slowly in the distance. You tried to focus your eyes but the tears were hard to see through especially when the water was glistening the sun. Three figures slowly made their way closer and closer it was then you saw a familiar head of blond hair slowly limping towards you. You heard shouting and then you felt a gush of wind blow right past you. It was Torgal running towards them. Quickly you got to your feet running through the shallow water towards him—you had to be sure you weren't hallucinating. "J-Joshua?!" You shouted as you stumbled over your feet. No it was too good to be true! "I..I'm here ______." Joshua said weakly as he unhooked his arm from around Clive's shoulder and he tumbled towards you. You barely caught him as you both collapsed to your knees, Joshua's arms were wrapped weakly around you as you held him up. "Oh god Joshua you're here...you made it back." You choked on your tears as you held onto him. When he didn't respond you thought he had died in your arms but upon checking his pulse you left out a laugh of relief. He had passed out in your arms, it was to be expected after everything he had went through. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Dion who had fallen to his knees in the shallow water, he looked exhausted and injured but he was alive. He flashed you a weak smile and nod, "We did it ______." He said voice was hoarse. Then you saw Clive who was surrounded by Torgal and Jill who cried as they held onto him. Everyone had come back alive and that was all you could of wished for.

~•••~

     All three the men had fallen into a long slumber after their return from Origin so the story of how they defeated Ultima was left a mystery. Clive was the first to awaken after only four days, the brunet retold how he everything went. How he absorbed Ultima's powers and thus used it to save Joshua's life. You sobbed into his chest as he retold the story thanking him a million times over for saving Joshua's life how you could never repay him. Of course Clive did not expect anything in return he just wished for his baby brother to awake.

     Dion had woken up next after a week had passed it seemed like the guilt he once felt towards the destruction of Twinside had all but gone away. He had been able to forgive himself. When he retold his story of how he lived, he had used the last of his strength to break his fall and when had awoke Clive and Joshua had found him washed ashore. It seemed like a miracle any of them had made it out and found each other. Dion stayed at the Hideaway recovering as he asked the Cursebreakers to locate Terance. You on the other hand waited day and night for Joshua to awaken, you hardly left his bedside it was only when Jote had begged you to take a moment to yourself when you finally did. You were afraid to leave his side but you did so. You ate, washed yourself up, and checked in on the others.

     A month had passed when Joshua had finally awoke, it was the early morning and you were asleep next to him on the bed. Joshua groaned awake as his eyes slowly opened adjusting to the light. Pain shot through his body when he tried to sit up, he let out a yelp which shot you awake. You quickly scrambled off the bed and grabbed a vial of medicine handing it to him. "Here Joshua drink this. It'll make you feel better." You ushered. He quickly drank it the pain slowly going away, sighing he tried to remember everything that had happened. It felt like he was in a never ending nightmare. "______...are you okay?" He asked. You raised a brow and then laughed softly quickly sitting back next to him, "Of course I'm okay. You should be more worried about yourself. You were asleep for a month." You scolded him half heartedly. "Oh right.." he mumbled closing his eyes. You cried in relief he was awake and that god forsaken Crystal that littered his chest was gone. Ultima was gone and he could never hurt your Joshua again.

     "No more crying please ______." Joshua said softly as he reached his hand out using his fingers to wipe away the tears that streamed down your cheeks. You laughed hiccuping as you wiped the tears away, "I-I'm sorry you're right. I've done enough crying to last us a lifetime. I'm just so happy your back." You said smiling warmly at him. Joshua looked at you, his blue eyes were bright full of life, "I told you I'd come back to you. I could never leave you alone again my love." He said brushing his fingers through your messy hair.

~•••~

     Another month had passed at the Hideaway. Joshua had regained his strength albeit he was still struggling. Most of his days were spent sitting down reading a book or talking to you. He had watched as you rushed around the Hideaway and the surrounding lands with Dion and Terance trying to get the Empire back in order. Clive and Jill were also trying to restore Rosaria alongside the Undying to prepare for Joshua's return. It seemed like Joshua would be taking over the Duchy as it was always planned but he felt a little useless sitting around but Jote assured him it was more important for him to recover completely. The little girl who had saved Dion's life was brought to the Hideaway alongside Terance; she spent a lot of time playing with the children. It was nice to finally see everyone at ease despite the uncertainty the future held. Joshua had begun writing a book retelling both his and brother's adventures.

     You had finally returned to Joshua's side when it was time for dinner, you held a tray with both of yours food. "Goodness I feel like I haven't been able to catch a break." You sighed as you sat beside Joshua in the dinning hall placing his plate of food in front of him. "Thank you my love. You must take time for yourself though." He reminded as he began to eat making sure to push aside the vegetables. You laughed, "A Duke who won't eat vegetables now that's something." You commented leaning over to steal his carrots. He smiled, "Good thing he has a wife who will." He retorted. Soon the two of you were joined by Clive, Jill, Terance, and Dion. "Terance and I's time at the Hideaway is coming to an end. We'll return back to Oriflamme and help restore order. We hope Kihel can stay also, just until we get the castle back in order." He said. Jill nodded, "Of course, she'll be safe here and there's other children her age." She smiled. After more conversation the topic of Dion and Terence's relationship was brought up. It seemed like the two planned to marry after things had calmed down some. Joshua nodded, "Are you sure it'll be okay to call off both you and ______'s engagement? It may look bad if she was to marry me right away." He said worriedly. You scoffed, "Joshua I think you're being far too anxious about this. The people shouldn't care as long as we help and treat them fairly." You said. "We'll all be working together and without the Crystals anymore the people's last concern is who a bunch of royals are marrying." Clive added. Joshua sighed he prayed this transition into a new era would be smooth.

~•••~

It was the longest and most stressful year of your life transitioning into a world without magic and especially one without your Dominant. It was a tireless effort to free the Branded and it was especially more so to convince the world to treat them as equals. Tarja had trained more people on removing the brand of their skin her skills getting cleaner and cleaner with time leaving a faint scar. Clive never returned to the Rosarian throne deciding to live alongside Jill in the Hideaway which had become a now bustling neutral town no longer did it lurk in the barren lands. You had no home to return to the Crystalline Dominion was all but gone so you returned to Rosaria with Joshua. Twinside was slowly getting rebuilt with the efforts from The Empire and Rosaria funding it. Though you suspected you would never see your homeland in all its glory—at least not in your life time. Joshua was still weak but it was apparent he was slowly regaining his strength the ailment that once plagued him was gone—no more nights of coughing up blood or long periods where he would sleep for days at a time. Joshua was by your side every moment of the way mending the wounds of Valisthea. Dion and Terance were married shortly after their return to Oriflamme and much to your relief they were accepted with open arms, the people happy to have a fair king. Kihel alongside other orphans were adopted into the royal family.

Clive and Jill had a small private wedding off the coast of Rosaria which you cried all throughout. Now all that left was for you and Joshua to seal the marriage which brought you to today. Your hair was carefully brushed through by Jill as she hummed softly to herself, "______ how are you feeling?" She asked. You sighed dreamily, "I'm quite excited for the day to finally be here. It feels as if we've been engaged for ever—in fact I think I've gone through the longest engagement ever." You laughed referencing the arrangement between you and Dion. Jill laughed as she began to lace ribbon and flowers through your hair before finally pinning on your veil. "It's time ______!" Mid said slamming the door open. Leave it to the blonde to be rowdy even at a wedding. "Lady Midadol please mind your manners this is after all a political marriage." Jote chided as she poked her head from behind the eccentric girl. "Aw okay I knowww i knoww. Come on let's go take our places." Mid said motioning for the women to follow her so you could begin walking down the aisle. You laughed slowly getting to your feet, you hadn't worn heels in so long so stood still for a moment trying to get your balance. Finally it was time, you nervously made your way out of the room and Dion greeted you. "You look gorgeous ______." He said flashing you his signature charming smile. He held his arm out which your gratefully took, "We both got our happy endings? Who would of thought." You said softly beginning to walk out into the open. As soon as the doors opened you were greeted by the sound of people cheering tossing flowers and petals, you held tightly onto Dion's arm as he began guiding you down the street. Your heart was pounding but Dion reassured you things would be okay. "Were you this nervous at your ceremony?" You asked. The blond nodded, "Of course but people seem to be more excited to see a bride rather than a groom." He laughed.

     Finally after what felt like forever you finally arrived in front of the church's doors which were slowly pulled open by guards. Through the sheer white of your lace veil you saw Joshua standing at the alter dresses in traditional Rosarian wedding garbs. You felt the tears prick the corner of your eyes you wanted to rush forward but you maintained your pace. Then you were mere feet from Joshua and Dion let go of your arm, "I'm happy for you ______." He said before stepping to the side. You stood in front of Joshua gripping your bouquet tightly in your hands as your looked up at him. Joshua stood gazing at you adoringly, to him you were the most beautiful woman in the world and the only person for him forever and always. The vows were a blur, it was obvious you and Joshua were rushing through them longing to just kiss one another. "______.." Joshua said softly as he slipped the ring onto your finger. "Joshua.." you whispered back slipping the finger onto his. He slowly lifted your veil off your face being careful as to not mess up your hair nor makeup. When he saw your face he nearly choked on a cry, he cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours sealing your marriage, finally. "I love you more than anything in the whole universe ______." Joshua whispered.

     Finally you were with Joshua where you two could thrive together in a new world. No more magic no more Dominants no everyone had a chance of living a life they wanted. It wouldn't be an easy journey to bring complete freedom and peace to Valisthea but you would try your damndest to make your dreams come true with Joshua by your side it felt possible. For once you looked forward to the next day.

<- previous chapter

#writings #final fantasy xvi #joshua rosfield #final fantasy 16 #fanfic

[avochele]

Your first kiss - Woo Kyungjun

Pairing: woo kyungjun x fem!reader

Genres: fluff, first kiss

Summary: a special night with a special someone

Warnings: kissing, some cursing

Word count: 509

note: just a little something

Outside you can hear a car driving by, probably the neighbors. The headlights reflect on the wet street and casts a warm silver white light through her window and into her room. Her cat is resting on the windowsill, unbothered by the scene unfolding in front of him. The music playing long faded into the background and the peaches, her grandpa cut for them, stood long forgotten on the couch table. 

They were sitting in front of the couch, on the ground. Shoulders touching. The fairy lights, hung up over her bed making its way to her couch and ending just in front of her door, cast a golden glow on their faces, reflecting in their eyes like thousands of stars. 

Both of them don’t know how long it has been since they stopped talking and just looked at each other. It felt like an eternity had passed and still it was too short. Involuntarily flickers his gaze to her lips and again back to her eyes. He gulps. His action didn’t last longer than half a second but still, she saw it.

She wants to kiss him. 

She knows that if she does, he may hold his distance after, not wanting to talk to her about it and avoiding her. She knows it will have consequences but something in his face tells her it’s okay.  Maybe she just imagined it but she could have sworn something in his eyes changed. 

Fuck it she thinks. Slow. Too slow she closes the gap between them. 

Hearts are racing and breathing becomes hard but he doesn’t back away, he doesn’t move an inch until their lips are almost touching. She has her eyes closed and he knows what comes next. 

And as their lips touch for a split second, they're not moving. Their lips are barely touching. A feather light touch before she pulls away. Not even leaving ten centimeters between them. She looks up at him, before he takes her chin, pulling her up to meet his lips once again. 

This time it’s more bold and more passionate than the first one. It feels like fireworks are exploding in her belly and she smiles into the kiss. It’s as if they searched for something for a long time and finally found it within the other. Their lips moved slowly in sync almost like they never did something else. His hands moved down to her neck while her hands found comfort at his waist, hugging his middle and pulling herself closer to him. 

When they seperate, hearts beating slightly faster than before, she smiled up at him and laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. His left hand moved from her neck to the top of her head, pulling her closer. They stayed like that for a while, both too scared that if they looked at each other it would all fade away like morning mist. Quiet and in secret, like it was never there. Instead they held each other even longer, their grip on each other tightening. 

#kyungjun #kyungjun x reader #kyungjun imagine #kyungjun scenario #tnx #tnx x reader #tnx scenario #tnx imagine #tnx kyungjun #woo kyungjun

[obscureoperations]

Martin and Abraham, but switch the situation they're in

yk what I mean? if not that's okay :)

have a lovely day or night <3

Interesting fam..very interesting.

So, if I've got this right, Martin and Abe have been thrust into different universes. With all the same characteristics and motivations. The only difference is that their environment has been switched? If I'm wrong, honestly...my bad!

Abe living in Braddock

First off, the ending would have never happened. Abe would've escaped long before then. A master of covering things up in fear of jeopardizing the family-- Abe was good at kicking dirt over his tracks.

When he finds Abby in the bathtub, he already knows he'd be the prime suspect in Cuda's eyes. Screw the public, none of them knew the two of them were even involved. If anything, the husband would be the prime suspect. I feel that he'd already know to get out of that house.

But other than that, I feel he would question all of Cuda's views the second he gives the speech at the door. "And then I will destroy you.." You sure about that fam? He views the temporary roof as a means to and end.

His behavior would be similar to the novelization of Martin, with an added layer of self awareness. He knew what he was doing and he enjoyed it. It was the other people that kept getting in his way. He needed to feed. He needed to go out on Main and and syphon the bums. Hiding his deeds from his cousin was a cakewalk. The old man just needed to stay out of his way.

Brutally violent in his attacks and completely unremorseful. He was doing it because it felt good. He needed blood and it was his right to appease his desires. If anyone said differently, they would have to be removed.

I think he would do well in the beginning when convincing Cuda that he wanted to change. Dressed and ready for church at nine am every Sunday. On his knees in front of the altar as he continues to whisper his own secret prayer.

Martin in the Barnes household:

Thats where things get a bit sticky. Martin was used to being ostracized away from the rest of the family..viewed as some sort of pariah. The new roof came with so much responsibility, and a need to live by example. 

An only child forced into the position of the head due to the eldest’s mental illness. All eyes on him.. he needed to get out and quench his thirst--but there was always some sort of hindrance.

“We need to go out and find another one for Harvest. Ma ain’t doin so well.”

“The fuck you shakin’ for boy?! Keep drivin’.. I see a pretty one straight down the road!”

The added responsibility, along with the familial demands leaves Martin drained and at a loss. Incapable of caring for his basic needs without a pack of vultures nipping at his feet. Asking questions, and ensuring his devotion to the cause. At times, Martin just needs some time to himself.

He welcomes the sense of togetherness, but never has time to simply sit alone quietly. The quiet thrum their heartbeat still echoing through his ears as he slumps down against the windowsill. With fresh blood still dribbling down his chin, something always crashes against the wall of the living room. 

#martin 1977 #martin 1978 #martin mathias #midnight 1982 #completely unedited

[alwayshorrible]

You really had to go fall for someone that's way above your standards huh? That explorer has the world in his hands and can do anything he wants, get partners even if he wanted that aren't a lowlife like YOU but here you two are.

His knife shines dangerously in the light.

Outside the window, there's the sound of flapping wings and the cawing of crows as a few of the black-feathered birds come to rest at his windowsill. It seems as though they're peering in. They see your every move.

"I think that we may have come to a bit of a misunderstanding."

Those eyes stay hidden behind dark lenses as he leans his chin into his palm, admiring the way the light bounces off of his blade.

"You say this as if I forced my way into Illinois' life. As if we didn't meet by pure chance. As if he hasn't chosen to stick around. I didn't want to be stuck with him when we first crossed paths. I was forced to comply with him or else meet some terrible end."

He can’t help but smirk as he leans on one knee.

“You’re right. He has the world in his hands. He can have anyone he wants. And yet, he wants me.”

#✝ — in character #(he's not even phased he's just #'how dare you imply illinois has low standards'

[kio-may]

Part 3 ー The Sky Darkened

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Maleficent!AU Malleus x reader

A/n: aaaahhhhhhhhhh hope yall like this one 😎👍 its like 1.2k words

Also the timeline is kinda chopped up theres flashbacks theres future backs theres everything thats set in a certain way so like read til the end before saying anythinf 😭 u will understand it better then

also, please do send in an ask if you want to be tagged for a specific post. i will soon be making a proper taglist where i mention everyone.

Taglist: @candyk0rn​

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He remembers that day.

"There they are!" The gruff voice boomed through the dry grasslands, grey and soft clouds covering the sky. The grass swayed gently with the cold air. A storm was coming.

"The mysterious Moors, where no one dares to venture!"

His wings stiffened, his eyes widened. This was not your voice. 

"Well I say, crush them!"

He took off, his wings moving swiftly in the now suffocatingly thick, icy air. He landed on a rock, right across the army.

The King's army.

His pupils were slitted, and shone with an ominous, dreadful green color. He glared at the King in disgust,

"Go no further!" He shouted, his voice basically vibrating through their bodies. The King was shaken for a moment. Fae were truly much more different from humans.

"A king," he hesitated, before a foolish and smug grin stretched his wrinkly face, "does not take orders from a winged elf!"

The army laughed, and the air seemed to drop in temperature even more.

"You are no king to me." 

His voice cut through the field, and the laughter quickly turned into hushes and became silent.

"Bring me his head."

A war cry.

--

"My lord?" Red eyes peered from the dark, an unusual ruby like color, that somehow glimmered even in the shadow. "There seems to be a celebration."

Malleus glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "A celebration? Curious." His fingers dragged along an old brick windowsill-like structure, a continuous scratching sound following. He rested his chin on the back of his hand,looking at the sky and sighing deeply. 

The pain on his back still ached.

"Yes there seems to be.." the boy hesitated.

"Yes? Go on." Malleus now played around with green aurora-like flames that delicately balanced on his fingertips, no longer interested in the ugly,grayish-yellow sky.

"There's been a boy. The Queen has had a child."

"Oh" Malleus blinked for a moment. He thought of you. For a moment his chest hurt. He took a deep breath.

Malleus paused for a second, the green flames absorbed into his palm once again, he stared expressionless at his empty palm.

"A grand celebration; for a baby." He said out loud. The boy stepped a bit closer, coming into the little light that slipped in through the rough brick like windowsill. Red, slitted eyes looked expectantly. 

---

"You will not have the Moors! Not now; not ever! You!-"

He flew backwards, a sudden flash of pain stung his skin.

Iron.

The skin promptly healed, but the pain still echoed through his body, dull and unbearable. He stared at the struggling body of the King, as one of the Dark creatures approached his side, the army retreating and distant cries of anguish.

---

It was only a few days later after that. He should've seen it. He should have known better. They're humans, after all; what can you expect?

He never suspected you. A part of him wishes bitterly, that he should have. That he should have turned you away, that he should have never met you, that maybe, just maybe, that day he should have let the guards just kill you instead. 

A different part of him does not wonder. It stays silent, and it pushes down the horrible thoughts he has, it tugs on them violently, ripping and dragging,until they quiet down, like a feral dog left to a wicked hunter.

Like a crow caught in a net.

"Ha! I've got ye!" The man smugly spoke; rather barked, at the crow that helplessly flauntered in the net, desperate to get out. The dog also growled at the crow.

"I'll whack ya-"

"Into a man" a flick of his wrist, and the crow started to enlarge.

The man sputtered and stumbled back, looking in sheer terror at the crow that started to deform and grow, it's "caw"s deepening and its skin stretched as its feathers brittled off what seemed to be its back.

The man ran away with his dog, and the crow- boy, now, pulled the net over his head, staring at his fleshy, new hands in horror. Malleus moved out of the dry tall grass and approached the short boy.

The boy eyed him suspiciously. "What have you done to my beautiful self?"

"Would you rather I let them beat you to death?" Malleus responded, coldly.

"I'm not certain" the boy looked over at his new body.

"Stop complaining. I saved your life."

…

"Forgive me"

"What do I call you?"

"Lilia", he turned to face him directly, "and in return for saving my life, I am your servant."

Malleus simply looked at him expressionless.

"Whatever you need." His ruby eyes lowered in respect.

"Wings." He whispered. "I need you to be my wings."

---

"She did this to me, so she.."

Lilia stood across, his eyes lowered. Of course, he thought. He was the only fae without wings.

A loud, thundering beam of vicious green light roared into the sky, swirling the clouds violently. It flashed across the windows of the castle. Malleus gripped his staff in a death-like grip, his knuckles white. The beam slowly retracted into him again, a bit of the magic gently wavering and trickling around him, greatly contrasting the violent shock that stretched the sky apart a few seconds earlier.

"Now what, my lord?" Lilia's voice was barely above a whisper. 

Malleus turned around and walked towards the heart of the Moors, thundering, dark clouds taking over the sky.

---

"The Queen seems to be sick"

"Oh?" You looked at Sebek, hint of concern in your eyes.

"Of course her highness is being tended to, but.." Sebek was gazing in the distance, lost in thought

Your hand trailed across the Palace walls, bedazzled window frames to sturdy and smooth gaps between them. The weather has been very bad recently, and the windows would sometimes vibrate from harsh gusts of cold air blown at them. You'd suspected a storm was coming, for a few days now, but it only remained the same, constantly teetering on the edge.

"It would be most unfortunate if she were to have gotten a bad case of the flu." You commented.

"No, some of the nurses suspect she's pregnant."

You stopped for a moment, and Sebek stopped beside you. No one else was in the hallway. "She is?" You didn't bother hiding your surprise.

"They suspect so. Some of the castle workers are hoping for some sort of celebration, either when she's announced to be pregnant, or when the child has been given birth".

You turn your eyes away for a moment in thought. A child.

You continued walking ahead, not giving it more thought. Sebek followed close.

---

"They've named him Silver"

The window in your room creaked a bit. The weather had calmed down a bit during the previous 9-10 months, and it was finally safe to open the windows without strong wind sloshing everything around in your room.

You overheard from one of the Palace maidens. The boy had beautiful, aurora colored eyes. Speckles of silver dotted his head, where hair had started to grow. The boy got most of his features from the Queen.

"They- they're going to hold a celebration!" He looked at you, frantically tapping his pockets to check for something, "they invited fairies from the Moors!"

You stilled for a second. It must have been the Queen. Only she may have known about it. Or the King was simply mocking you.

"Yes, Sebek,and we ought to welcome them.", you got up from your chair and walked towards the door, and Sebek followed closely behind as he stumbled on his words. You didn't quite notice the crow on your windowsill, or it's unusual red eyes.

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#twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst au #my writing #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland malleus #twisted wonderland au #disney twisted wonderland #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x you #twst malleus #malleus x reader #malleus #malleus x yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x you #twst x reader #twst x you #twst x y/n #twst x yuu #twst x mc #twst malleus x reader #twst malleus draconia #twst yuu #im going to die #what am i doing #oh god oggod

[thedandelion-writer]

❝as if it's your last❞

Summary: A talk about the world ending but it's fluff

Word count: 320

A/N: I'm craving Albedo content right this instant, so I decided to make this short and sweet inspired by Sengoku's confession to Remi in Horimiya (they're just so sweet ugh, that show is full of sweet couples istg). And yes, I named this after that one bp song >u<

“Have you ever thought about the end of the world?”

The question was enough to stop the young alchemist in his tracks, the hand that held a test tube stuck mid-pour. “Yes, I have. But why the sudden intrigue?”

You moved to perch yourself on the windowsill next to the table in which he worked, resting your chin on one hand while the other draped across your lap languidly.

“I’ve come across a rather interesting story in the library recently, about two people who spend their last days together. I’ve never really given it much care but, what would you do if today was your last day on Teyvat?”

“Hm,” Albedo gave a thoughtful hum, setting down his apparatus to turn around in his chair to face you. “Perhaps I would do one more experiment, something I’d always want to find out just to satisfy the remaining bits of curiosity I’m allowed to have.”

“One more sketch too, perhaps, as the sky falls and everything turns to dust.”

As he told you this, he looked far away, as if he was really living it. You could see written across his face, clear as day.

“Well that was depressing!” you gave a big sigh to hopefully snap him out of it. “Now I feel silly. My answer was to stuff myself full and pick a nice last view and share a passionate kiss with you. That way, I can cease to exist without any regrets!”

Albedo breathed out a laugh and you felt the success of bringing him back down. Your gaze rises as he does, walking to you and encircling his arms around your waist. You couldn’t help but falter at the sudden closeness.

“Your plan sounds lovely, dearest,” his low tone sent butterflies exploding in your stomach.

He lightly nipped at your ear before continuing,”shall we pretend that it is today then? We can start with the order reversed.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #albedo #albedo x reader #albedo genshin impact #albedo imagines #albedo genshin impact x reader #Lynn writes

[mikkomacko]

Wonderwall 4

"You're gonna be the one that saves me."

~

He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't stand watching her twirl around with Zayn, green dress that perfectly matched Harry's dress robes flowing out around her thighs. He couldn't stand to see her laugh and smile, hanging on Zayn's chest because her smile is beautiful and Harry should be the one making her laugh like that. It was risky to push his way through the crowd to her when Zayn disappeared to the drink table, hooking his fingers around y/n's wrist.

She jumps, yanking her arm from his grip as she spins around to him. Harry holds his hands up innocently, smiling to put her at ease.

"Sorry, I should've just said hi." He chuckles, dropping his hands when her shoulders deflate and she smiles back.

"No, it's OK. I just thought you were someone else."

"Um," Harry falters, shifting on his feet and trying to remember something, anything, he can say to make it seem like he didn't storm up to her out of jealousy. "A-are you having fun?"

Lily shrugs, the strap of her dress slipping down her arm with the movement. Harry's quick to catch it, warm fingers brushing her skin as he returns it to it's spot over her collarbones. Goosebumps rise on her skin and his veins buzz with some unfamiliar feeling. She eyes him curiously, perhaps feeling the same buzz he did, and Harry's heart thumps in his ears.

"Yeah, it's fun. M'not much of a dancer though." A nervous laugh leaves her pink lips, and she pushes a strand of dark hair out of her face. The crowd behind her shifts wildly with the song change, pushing her closer to him. She stumbles, his hands reaching out to steady her by her waist and the buzzing in him intensifies. He has to look down at his feet to make sure they're still on the ground.

"Funny," Harry mumbles, voice thick. "m'not either." Lily is close to him, closer than she's ever been. Her breath hits his cheeks, and he can feel every time she inhales because her abdomen presses into his. Knowing it's not long until Zayn will return, Harry takes his chance.

"Want to step outside with me for a moment?"

He doesn't know what exactly he was expecting from her, but it definitely wasn't an eager nod nor her hand slipping into his. Heart hammering, he leads her towards the doors of The Great Hall. The corridor is much colder than The Great Hall, and goosebumps rise on y/n's bare arms. Harry leads her further from the doors outside, stopping off to the side of the stairs and slipping off his coat.

"Here," Harry whispers, throwing it over her shoulders without a second thought. It falls around her easily, the sight making him a bit breathless.

"Thanks Harry."

He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say. He feels like he’s got a million things bottled up in his heart for her, but now that he’s got her alone all he can do is look at her. She’s so beautiful. Harry sighs longingly, wishing he had had the guts to ask her to be his date tonight instead of Molly Witkins. He hasn’t seen her since they walked in together, not that he minds. She only agreed to be his date because she’s good friends with Louis’ girlfriend. 

“You look good in green.” Lily tells him quietly, dark eyes falling to look over his frame. It’s a deep green,practically Slytherin inspired, and he wonders if that’s why she likes it so much. “Matches your eyes.”

He simpers, tilting his head. “And your dress.”

She chuckles, nodding because they did somehow end up matching. Her soft hands come up to cup his face, finger tips cold as she smooths them over his cheekbones and jawline. “You’re eyes are prettier than the dress.”

A goofy, boyish grin splits across his face, so fondly that Lily’s pale cheeks tint pink, and a nervous titter leaves her mouth.

"You're sweet," Harry compliments, "but wrong. Wanna know what would be the prettiest?" He waits for her nod before continuing. "You on my arm tonight instead of Molly."

"That's not very Gryffindor of you to say." Lily immediately replies, but Harry's noticed the way she's flushed a deeper red and her eyes widened.

"M'Gryffindor lovie, not Hufflepuff."

"And yet you're acting like you could be Slytherin."

Harry's smirk widens. He didn't know how quick on her feet Lily is, and he can't help but find it attractive that she keeps up. "You're clever. If I didn't know better, I'd say you might be Ravenclaw."

"You can call me Ravenclaw," Lily shrugs. "but the response you'd get would definitely be Slytherin."

Harry quirks an eyebrow at her words, mouth gaping as if discovering some big secret. "Ravenclaw a touchy subject for you?" He asks teasingly. "Did one of them out wit you?" Lily rolls her eyes at him, but a tiny smile is trying to pull at her mouth. "That's okay lovie, you're still the smartest in my book."

His words pull a giggle from her, and she playfully shoves at his abdomen. Harry's quick to grab her hand, holding it to his chest as he laughs too. That buzzing spreads through him again and he can't help but step closer to her. "You know," y/n murmurs, stepping closer to him. "you don't look like you belong in Gryffindor either."

Head tilting, lips curled into a smirk, Harry asks, "No?"

"You're too dorky to be so brave." She flutters her eyelashes bashfully at him, his heart copying their action.

"M'brave enough to do this," Harry boasts, slipping his other arm around her waist and leaning into her until their foreheads touch. Y/n has froze in his hold, eyes wide as they look at his, but she doesn't look uncomfortable and she's not telling him to let go. So he takes his chance, fueled by her speechlessness, and slots his lips against hers. Sizzles like sparklers bud between them, rushing up his skin and seeping into his bones. Jittery, he parts her lips with the tip of his tongue, releasing the hand against his chest to cup her face. Little fingers trail up his shoulder and tangle in his hair, the pressure of them bringing him closer to her. Harry walks her a couple steps back until she's leaning against the wall, Harry pressing his hips into hers and groaning when that magic buzz floads through him again.

"And that." Harry smirks, panting against her mouth when they finally part. She chuckles, breathless, and her tongue swipes over her swollen lips. Her eyes travel over his face with a warmth he's never seen from her before, but before he can comment something stupid about her being at a loss for words after one kiss, she's kissing him again, and now it's him that's speechless.

~

The more snow that builds up outside the castle walls and in the windowsills, the more blankets Lily drags up to Harry's bed. He's not sure how many she happens to own, but she's already got four piled up on her side of the bed, as well as a little spot in his wardrobe for one of her uniforms to hang. After weeks of her trying and failing to sleep on her own, she's basically moved into his room. He doesn't mind, he sleeps better with her there and so does she. He's recently found out that when she's well rested, she's as sweet as a Hufflepuff, and he loves it. He loves that she looks like she'd belong in Gryffindor, and that she's as clever as a Ravenclaw, and as kind as Hufflepuff, and as tough as Slytherin. It's like he gets a little bit of everything in her.

The corridor is dark and empty, nothing but pitch blackness. All except for the pair of eyes that light up when the portrait swings open, peeking out from under the dark hood of a sweater. His lips curl upwards, fingers reaching out for her hand and leading her into the common room. The Fat Lady swings shut behind them with an indignant snort, and Lily shivers in delight at the warmth of the room.

"Shouldn't even bother going down there anymore," Harry murmurs, pulling her towards the fireplace that's still got small flames flickering in it. "just come up here."

They fall into the couch together, her legs curling up under her and laying her head on his shoulder. "I like to go with Zayn for a bit. It's the only time I really see him now."

Her words are innocently spoken, but guilt pricks at his chest. Perhaps he's been hogging her too long and he should tell her to go back to Zayn. Besides Potions (when they all sit together), Harry's taken over Zayn's seat in every class, and Lily sits with him for lunch almost every day.

"You should spend more time with him. I can handle being without you for a few.... minutes." Lily laughs at him, squeezing her fingers through his.

"It's okay, he knows about... me, and that I can control myself around you. He doesn't mind."

Liam's words spark into Harry's mind, remembering that he sat in this exact spot when Liam told him about Zayn's advice. It's been days of them waiting for Harry's agreement, and they won't get it unless Lily agrees to help him, but he's yet to ask her.

"Zayn had this idea," Harry mumbles, tilting his head to look at her. The fire dances over her heart shaped face, licking shadows across her soft cheeks, "about starting a secret club. We can teach others Defense Against the Dark Arts, you and me, to keep them protected."

A beat of silence passes, Lily's blank gaze locked on the fireplace in front of them. Harry angles his body towards her, free hand coming up to push her hood off her head. He cups her face, fingers threading through the soft strands of hair falling by her ear.

"Why me?" She finally asks, allowing Harry to nudge her chin towards him. He connects their foreheads, welcoming the buzz of magic that shoots through him.

"Because there's something special about us baby, and we can do something special with it."

Her eyelashes tickle his cheeks as they flutter shut, tilting her head as if she were going to kiss him. "Like what?"

"We can stop him, I know we can." Harry swears, and her eyes open to look up at him. "There's a reason I could see you in that graveyard, and there's a reason you've got my scar. Why don't we find it?"

Instinctively, her hand comes up to his left arm, brushing over the tortured patch of skin Wormtail cut into him last year. The same mark that etched itself into her arm, despite her being thousands of miles away at the time.

"There's a lot of things I have to tell you before we find it Harry, and I don't know if I can say them."

His chest seizes. He's always known there's things she keeps from him, secrets she refused to share. That's why she so actively avoided him for years up until last year. She's scared to tell them, and she was scared to be around him because she opens up with him, whether she wants to or not. The reminder that she doesn't want to, at least not entirely, still stings.

"You know you can tell me anything Lily, I think you've always known that."

She doesn't have to respond. He can tell by the way she slumps forward into him, lips ghosting together that he's right. When it comes to Lily, he knows just about everything.

~

At first, I thought it was adrenaline. The numbness in my fingertips, the nauseating swirling in my brain, the pressure against my sternum. How can I not be nervous? Harry just disappeared into a magic maze with nothing but a fleeting look back at me, and Fleur has already had to be pulled out from the maze, unconscious with bloody scratches across her skin.

It's been too long. I know Harry, he'd be out by now if he were okay. A throb buds in my temples, so strong I lean forward onto my knees, digging the palms of my hands into my forehead. The floor swoops beneath my feet, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Instead of being met with nothing, the blurriness of fog and smoke meet my eyes. Confused, I open them back up but the wooden stands have turned into soggy grass, and the seats around me are now grey tombstones.

My heart thunders in my chest, looking towards the maze only to find the last thing I expected. A dozen figures, covered in black robes and the masks of Death Eaters are standing in a circle, muffled laughter breaking through the fog. I squint, trying to see what they're laughing at and when the wisps clear, my heart lodges itself in my throat. Lord Voldemort is in the center of the circle, snake eyes glowing yellow as he points his wand forward. As he points his wand towards a familiar boy.

Harry is dropped from the arms of a tombstone, crumpling to the ground with a pained gasp. The pressure on my chest let's up, and Harry reaches up to rub his own sternum. I can't hear them, but Harry's speaking to Voldemort, nose flaring as he yells heatedly. A streak of blood is dripping down the side of his face, dropping to the grass below.

I move from behind the tombstone I'm tucked behind, circling the Death Eaters. I don't bother being discreet, they can't hear me, because there's no way this is real. I'm paranoid, I'm seeing things because I'm too anxious about Harry getting hurt. Voldemort isn't back, he couldn't be.

A choked gasp leaves my mouth as I get closer to Harry, finding the yellow shirt of Cedric Diggory on the grass. I don't have to get close to know what's happened, because I can see his lifeless eyes from here. If Cedric is dead, Harry's next...

"Harry!" I shout, spinning around to face him. He's locked in a duel with Voldemort, teeth gritting as he tries to fend off the impeding curse being thrown at him. "Harry!" I call out again, moving across the grass with numb legs towards him. My hands reach out to touch him, but instead of feeling him, I'm met with the cool feeling of touching wet glass. But he must feel me, because he turns to me, eyes widening. His arm sweeps me behind him, grunting when the blue jet coming out of Voldemort's wand inches closer.

"Lily?" Harry calls over his shoulder, blocking me with his arm when I try to step out from behind him. "What are you doing? How-"

"Harry you have to come back!" I cut him off, tears stinging in my eyes. This is becoming too real. The feel of his hands, the way he's looking at me over his shoulder. This can't be my imagination, because I've never seen Voldemort in the flesh, and I've never seen that spark in Harry's eyes.

"Lily, I can't-"

"Please Harry!" I reach for his elbow, but my fingers disappear through his skin and bones, as if made of smoke. He fades into wisps of fog, blending and swirling with the scenery until I'm squeezing my eyes shut to fight off the motion sickness. This time, when I open them, I'm looking at the maze, and the crowd of Hogwarts students are chatting away as they wait.

"He's in trouble." I say aloud, hands trembling and sweat tickling the back of my neck. My eyes frantically search the crowd for Dumbledore.

"What? Who is?" Zayn asks, but I don't answer him because I've spotted the headmaster. Practically leaping up from my seat, I dash down the stairs and onto the grassy field.

"Professor Dumbledore!" I call frantically, running towards him. He turns to me, eyes confused under his spectacles and brow furrowed.

"What is it Lily?"

"It's Harry! He's needs-he's in danger. Voldemort-" I'm cut off by another bout of dizziness, one that has me swaying on my feet. My legs seem to move on their own, carrying me away from Dumbledore. I stumble, vision blurry and fall to the grass just as a crack fills the air. The crowd screams, but it's all muffled as Harry tumbles into my lap. A flash of yellow fabric falls out of his arms, and I don't have to look to know it's the body of Cedric.

Harry's crying, calling out "He's back!" as he scrambles for something to hold onto. My arms wrap around his chest, his heavy body falling into me but I don't flinch, not even when his elbow digs into my hip. He grips my shirt in his fist, trembling and mumbling Voldemort's name as Dumbledore rushes forward with Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape. I don't meet their eyes, instead threading my fingers through Harry's sweaty hair in attempt to soothe him.

"It's okay Harry." I mutter in his ear, echoing the words he's said to me before. "It's okay, I've got you."

He silences into whimpers, eventually turning his head away from Cedric when his father tumbles down the stairs and onto the grass, sobbing hysterically over his sons body. Harry's tears and blood soak into my "Styles is #1" shirt but I don't mind, because when I lift my left hand from his back to wipe the tears off my own cheeks, it's stained with my own blood, dripping from a deep cut I don't recall receiving.

Confused, I look around the grass for anything that might of cut me. Instead, I find Harry's arm around my thigh, his arm bleeding profusely from the same cut I have. I didn't cut myself on something, Harry did, and now I'm bleeding for him too.

~

They agreed to meet in the Hogshead. It's on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, and typically empty so it should be safe to discuss their 'club.' Word got around Gryffindor house fairly quickly after Lily promised Harry she'd help, and then Louis' spread it around Hufflepuff, and Zhavia around Ravenclaw, and Zayn around Slytherin. Harry's not sure who from Slytherin would ever willingly learn from him, but if Zayn says he knows people, who is Harry to deny him?

The turnout was more than he ever expected, leaving him speechless as he sits in front of the room. Fred and George showed up of course, and Louis managed to get Penelope and Molly as well as a couple other Hufflepuff girls. Zhavia brought with her a handful of Ravenclaws, most of which are a couple years above her, but if anything, that's a bonus. It's easier to teach older students, Harry supposes. And to his surprise, four Slytherin girls trailed in, waving at Zayn and Lily with little smiles. Harry doesn't know them, but he's seen Lily hang out with them before. He thinks they might be her roommates.

Liam is the first to stand up, clearing his throat to gather the attention of everyone around him. Everyone falls silent, looking at him expectantly and Harry's so glad he took the reins for this.

"We all know why we're here," he announces, voice wavering nervously. Liam's never been a fan of public speaking. "we need to be able to protect ourselves-"

"From what?" A Hufflepuff boy calls out, rudely.

"From You-Know-Who, you jackass!" Niall grumbles, glaring at the boy. Lily snickers quietly, and Harry's shoulders sag with ease at the sound.

"How do we even know he's back? Styles has no proof!" All eyes flicker to him, and his stomach twists as he recalls the night Cedric died, not that he could ever really forget. It's haunted his dreams on more than a few occasions. Harry opens his mouth to answer, to let them know he's not here to talk about that night and if that's what they're here for, they should just leave.

"What proof would you like Evans?" Lily snaps, rising from her seat next to Harry and moving to stand next to Liam. "Want us to dig up Cedric? Show you that he was killed by the curse that's currently killing dozens of others? If you're here to make him talk about that or you get your rocks off to some twisted drama about Harry, you can leave before I make you."

Harry can't really see around Lily's figure, but he can perfectly picture the boy gaping at her, or maybe even puffing smoke out of his ears. Lily's always had a way of putting people in their places and he's always admired that.

When nothing else is said, she returns to her seat, hand finding Harry's under the table. He nudges his knee against hers in thanks, and she flashes him a smile.

"Listen," Zayn grumbles, ever the sourpuss. "say what you want, but you know why we're here and you showed up for a reason. We all know a storm's coming, and believe it or not, Harry and Lily are the only ones prepared for it."

Harry's face prickles with heat and by the way Lily turns her gaze to her lap, he knows she's flustered too. He doesn't know what makes Zayn believe this, but he supposes he is the one that knows the most about fighting Voldemort. He's still confused on how Lily fits into that, though.

"Alright then," Liam claps, drawing everyone back to him. "that being said, we've got an agreement to make. This is top secret, so we've all got to be careful."

The last part is mostly thrown over his shoulder at Harry and Lily, who are both notorious for their tempers. They share an innocent look, lips curving up into soft smiles as they mirror each other's actions. A sheet of paper is passed around, everyone's names written down and Harry knows that Liam's put a spell on it so anyone who exposes the group will break out in harsh boils. The idea had been Louis', as well as the name Dumbledore's Army. Like usual, he never disappoints.

Harry's watching the paper get passed around when Lily turns to him, knees against the side of his thigh. "You okay?"

He turns his head towards her, mulling over the question. It's not until he sees the determination in her eyes that he knows the answer. He leans closer, pecking between her eyebrows. "Perfect. You?"

She squeezes his hand. "I'm with you." She says with certainty, as if that alone is enough to ensure that she's fine. Harry smirks, because he'll always make sure she's okay, as long as she's with him.

~

The further down Harry swims, the warmer the water gets, and he's grateful considering it's the middle of winter and he's lake diving for a missing possession. He's not even sure what it is he's looking for, because he doesn't recall losing anything.

She wasn't with Zayn, his brain reminds him, and maybe it's got a point. Lily was the one to help him solve the clue and she had offered to help find a way for him to breathe under water. Until Professor McGonagall dragged her out of the library and Harry resorted to Louis' help. Which worked, he thinks as he runs his webbed fingers over the gills on his neck. But Lily should've been stood on the docks when the challenge started, she promised him she would be. It's not like her to break promises, so it'd make sense that she be the thing stolen from him. However, that would mean that someone knows about them or at least that she means something to him, and he promised her he'd keep his affection a secret until she's comfortable. So how did it get out? How did the ministry know she'd be worth driving into a freezing lake for?

Maybe it's not her, he thinks, but as the seaweed around him lessens and he can see into the clearing of the mermaid village, he knows it's her. He can tell from the dark hair that's floating up in the water and the Slytherin uniform she's wearing. It's the one she was wearing last night when McGonagall retrieved her.

Tied to the statues below, Fleur's sister floats like a porcelain doll, her white hair making a ying-yang next to Lily's. Molly is next to her, obviously being the possession stolen from Cedric and Harry feels a bit guilty that she keeps getting tied up with Triwizard contestants. He'd ditched her at the ball and now Cedric's got her tied up under water. The next is a girl Harry doesn't know, but he's positive she's from Durmstrang because she's been seen around Victor Krum a lot.

He's too busy examining the four stolen students to realize Victor and Cedric have appeared until the head of a shark is biting the rope tied to the Durmstrang girl, and the legs of Victor propel her towards the surface. Cedric taps his wrist at Harry, letting him know time's almost up, and then he's using his wand to rid Molly of her rope and taking off towards the surface as well.

Harry quickly unties the rope around Lily's ankle and her unconscious body bobbles by him as he swims up to match her height. The blonde girl stays tied, and while nerves prickle at his neck, he ignores it because Fleur is coming. She's perfectly capable of saving her sister, that's why she's a contestant. He wraps his arm around Lily's waist, kicking his legs up and up until the water turns cold again and he's reaching the surface. He can't breathe with the gillyweed still in his system, so he pauses for a moment because it should wear off in a few minutes. Eventually, the same stinging that had prickled his neck when he ate the plant returns and he watches the webs between his fingers fade away and he's choking on water.

Finally breaking the surface, him and Lily suck in harsh gulps of air. The crowd cheers and arms lock around his neck, legs furiously kicking into his as Lily realizes she's in water. Harry holds her waist tighter, shushing her when he sees her fearful gaze.

"Its okay Lily," he mururms, starting to haul them towards the docks with his free arm, "you're okay. You're with me."

"Wha- are we in the fucking lake?" Lily breathes, looking around in confusion. She seems to find her bearings though, because she starts paddling with him.

"Yeah," Harry chuckles nervously. "funny thing, turns out you're the stolen item I had to find."

"Oh," Lily answers, dumfounded, "who else?"

Harry suddenly remembers the last girl still tied down below, and he immediately looks up towards the crowd. To his horror he finds Fleur wrapped in a towel, shivering and crying as she stares back at him. "She's still down there." Harry mumbles to himself, pushing Lily towards safety. "Go! I'll be right back!"

The last thing he sees is her confused face before he's driving back into the freezing water, cheeks puffed with the breath he's holding. It doesn't take him long to find the girl again, easily spotting her bright hair from above. He paddles down as quick as he can, needing to hurry now that he hasn't gotten magic gills. He reaches the girl, digging his wand out of the band strapped to his leg and using it to rid her of the rope. He shoves at her feet, lungs starting to burn uncomfortably as she floats up. Harry goes to push himself up when soft fingers wrap around his ankle, tugging him down. As if touching an eel, his skin prickles and burns, and he immediately flinches, bubbles of much needed air leaving his mouth.

His vision blurs the more the fingers touch him, body falling slack and lungs emptying. His heart thunders in his chest and temples, panicking but he can't bring himself to lift his wand. Just when he thinks he'll pass out, when he'll actually die and Lily will be left floating in the lake with Fleur's sister, an unseen force pulls him up and up. He kicks and flails, coughing up water when his head breaks the surface. This time two arms wrap around him, Lily breathing a relieved laugh into his ear. He blinks, focusing on her in front of him. She's warm against him, and water droplets dip off of her eyelashes and nose, cheeks pink in the cold. With hundreds of people watching them, and his body aching like he'd been lit on fire, Harry thinks he could kiss her again and again, for as long as she'll let him.

~

Harry's always hated being in the castle corridors in the winter. It's always freezing, no matter how many torches they light along the walls, and the air gets this musty, wet aroma that makes him congested. But he'll gladly roam them for hours and hours, up and down stairs, around dark corners, if that's what Lily wants. She seems to like mindlessly walking, because she's the most at ease he's ever seen her when they're not hiding in his bed or the library corner.

Her fingers are loosely hooked through his, hands swinging back and forth between them with each step. Lily's dressed down today, a pair of skinny jeans that Harry knows always leaves marks on her legs for being too tight, and a big green sweater he thinks might have been pulled from his wardrobe. Her hair's ruffled and messy, and he's learned that in the winter it gets frizzy, but he still thinks she looks nice. She looks more simple, more human like this, and not like a perfect girl that must have come from a cauldron of potions considering she's got no flaws.

Well she's got a couple, Harry thinks fondly, because he still likes her flaws. He likes that she keeps secrets, because when he wiggles one out of her, he feels accomplished. He likes that her nose flares and her eyes turn black when she's mad. He thinks that darker side of her is hot, and it makes her so much sweeter when she goes soft for him. As if sensing his thoughts she looks over at him, lips curling into a shy smile when she sees the fascination in his gaze.

"Stop looking at me like that, you dork."

Harry chuckles at her words, grin growing and shrugging. "Like looking at you like this." His free hand reaches out to lightly pinch her cheek. "and I think you like it too, lovie."

Her eyes roll and she's scoffs, but her grin doesn't falter for a second. In fact, she steps closer to him, enough so that their shoulders brush with each little step. "Do you think it'll work?" Lily asks, suddenly somber. "Dumbledore's Army? That we'll actually get away with it?"

Harry stops walking, pausing her too and pulling her closer to him. "It has to," he breathes, looking over her face with a serious glare. He thinks of all the nightmares he's had with her, all the times he's seen Voldemort twist and torment her, and he knows it's going to work. He's going to make it work. "because I refuse to let him take anyone else from me."

Lily gets that closed off gloss in her eyes, lips falling into a tiny frown, and Harry wonders what she's thinking of, why she's looking at him like that. Finally, she gives him a nod. "If you're sure, than I am too."

It's then that Harry begins to see what Zayn sees. Lily, notorious for being gloomy and closed off and even selfish, is none of those things at all. She's strong, and she's protective, and she'll do anything for those around her. Her determination to keep people safe is what got her in Slytherin house.

His lips pull up, thankful and proud to know Lily the way he does. "We're going to need a practice place," Harry says, eyes falling to her mouth because he suddenly wants to kiss her breathless. "somewhere we won't be found."

That light sparks back up in her eyes, and that little proud smirk he usually sees in potions class takes over her space. "I know a place," she whispers, excitedly. "the Room of Requirement."

Harry doesn't know where the hell is room at because it's never shown up on the Mauraders Map, but he smiles too. "Brilliant," he compliments, and then he's kissing her in the dark corner of the corridor until he's sure she can feel his heart pounding against hers.

#wonderwall #harry styles #fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter au #harry potter cross over #one direction #hogwarts harry styles #wizard harry styles #gryffindor #gryffindor x slytherin

[yandere-daydreams]

I really wanna read about a reader that has gotten to the point where they're kinda bonkers and their escape attempts have become more for fun than anything else. I just cant decide which BNHA yandere would be into that??? Maybe Dabi or Mic?? Your choice! NSFW, please!!

So I couldn’t exactly work much NSFW in, but….

You shifted, throwing your legs over the windowsill, letting yourself feel the distance between the soles of your feet and the cement below. Dabi had tried to block this exit, but those bars came loose with some time, blood, and several different acids. You barely spared a glance to the discarded material before moving closer to the edge, the adrenaline starting to kick in. The fall would hurt, it might even kill you. Your vision blurred, chest tightening, thoughts starting to blur into one incoherent mess as you stared down at the empty, distant street.

And fuck, it felt great.

You let go completely, leaning forward. Falling would feel better, falling had to feel better. Unfortunately, you didn’t get the chance to find out. Something grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling your back into the chest of your captor. You could feel Dabi tense, forcibly relaxing a moment later. His chin rested against your shoulder, arms closing around your waist. The embrace felt sickeningly protective, almost sweet. It was comforting, freeing you of the adrenaline rush you’d tried to hard to reach. But you didn’t want to be comforted, and you didn’t need his protection.

“You ruined it,” You huffed, still focused on the street below you. Threads of bliss were still floating through your system. Maybe if you concentrated, if you convinced yourself that you’d be falling soon, then it would come back.

“I ruined your suicide attempt, yeah.” His voice was tired and cold, truly a testament to how often you were caught. You vaguely remembered the times when he was concerned about your habits, or at least acted like he was. He’d been so convinced that there was a ‘deeper meaning’, you almost felt guilty. “Come back to bed. I don’t have the patience for this tonight.”

He didn’t earn a response. Your anger was warranted, really. You worked so hard for his, it took days! You weren’t asking for much, just a little excitement here and there, between the sessions of living out the villain’s domestic fantasies and playing nice with his weird friends. It was boring, and you weren’t unreasonable for wanting a break, right? If anything, Dabi was worse. You’d let him have his fun with you, but he was never considerate enough to return the favor.

“C’mon, I’m sick of this.” His lips pressed against the nape of your neck softly, drifting to the bottom of your chin. You tried to shy away, but he only pulled you closer. “You know, there are other ways to chase that high.”

Your fists clenched. It wasn’t that you couldn’t be afraid of Dabi, everyone had their moments, but this felt wrong. You felt vulnerable, not giddy or eager. His teeth grazed your jaw, and you shuddered. This wasn’t like stepping in front of a car, or meticulously picking away at a deadbolt. You weren’t in control, and you didn’t like it. Through gritted teeth, you attempted to voice that. “I…I don’t want to.”

He laughed, finally letting go of your waist. You slumped, eyeing the street, but the new grip on your thighs relieved you of that comfort quickly. Your momentary high left you aware of your surroundings, a little too aware. On any other day, you might’ve not noticed just how sharp his teeth were, or the roughness of his palms against your skin. “Babe, has that ever mattered to me?”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompts #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academina #boku no hero academia imagines #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia imagines #my hero academia #my hero academia imagines #yandere my hero academia #yandere my hero academia imagines #bnha #bnha imagines #yandere bnha #yandere dabi #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #yandere dabi x reader #dabi #possessive #obsessive #obsesion

[overwatchdaydreams]

could i request some fluff with hanzo and/or genji; their s/o meets their spirit dragons and is immediately smitten and the dragon(s) love the s/o in return? are hanzo/genji jealous or are they relieved that they're getting along?

This is so cute!

They ended up getting a little long so I’ll put it under a read more!  

Hanzo

When Hanzo brought forth his dragon’s he thought you would fear them.  He thought you would cower in their presence, at their fierce teeth and glowing bodies.  He thought seeing them would make you fear him as well.  Instead, you let out a small squeal and reached out to them, stroking their heads as if they were nothing more than horses.  What shocked him more was that they allowed it.

There had always been so much conflict in Hanzo’s life, both externally and internally, that his dragons had adopted a wary attitude.  Not only that, Hanzo had never actually introduced them to anyone before; he didn’t know if they would accept someone.  Yet there they were, swirling and dancing around you and nuzzling you as if they had known you their entire lives.  They behaved like puppies, almost, in the way they nipped at your shoelaces and pulled at your sleeves playfully.  

Hanzo’s chest warmed at the sight of you laughing with them.  He could only stare at you as you chased after them in the garden, and they allowed you to catch them.  When you threw a stick and shouted “Fetch!” he came forward and placed a hand on the small of your back.

With a chuckle he said, “They are not hounds, my love, they will not–”  His sentence stopped short as his dragons quickly chased after the large stick, fighting each other for who got to bring it back to you.

Hanzo’s lips stayed parted, his eyes wide as he watched the dragons play tug-o-war with the stick until it was shattered to pieces.  They each looked a moment at the havoc they had wrought before each picking up a smaller stick and bringing them to you.

“They won’t what?” you asked him, smiling wide.  You took the sticks and threw them again, watching as the dragons happily darted after them.  You didn’t let him answer when you said, “They’re adorable, Hanzo.  Thank you for letting me meet them.”

With his hand still on the small of your back Hanzo could barely get any words out, let alone an entire sentence.  “It was time.”  Sliding his hand down around your waist he pulled you closer to his side, joining you as you watched the dragons struggle over another stick.  He kissed your temple, gently closing his eyes and wondering how he could have gotten so lucky to have met you.

When his dragons returned to your side and whirled around you both, he knew they felt the same.

Genji

It was only at your request that Genji introduced you to his dragon; he had never given it much thought before, enjoying his time with you.  He’d tried not to question much in  your relationship, and like his brother he feared seeing the dragon would give you doubts or fears, and that was the last thing he wanted.  But when you asked for the introduction he could no longer pretend as if you were a normal couple, not that it was something he could do before.

He was careful when bringing forth his dragon, ensuring you were both somewhere comfortable; he chose his room.  The dragon would be able to sense his anxiety, and his hesitation, but when it’s green glow illuminated the room you didn’t gasp in fear, but in amazement.  The way your eyes lit up as the sleek form shifted into existence took his breath away.

“May I…?” you questioned, a hand hesitantly reaching towards the dragon.  He nodded his approval and you inched forward on the bed.  When your hand stroked down the dragon’s head he watched as it closed it’s eyes and tilted towards you, perfectly at peace with the interaction.  Genji could only watch as his dragon and you moved closer and closer together until the dragon was wrapped around your waist and resting a head on your thigh.  

“He’s so warm,” you mentioned, still stroking the creature.

Genji furrowed his brow as the dragon nuzzled you, quiet.  You leaned down and hugged the dragon, making it’s tail swish behind you.  To that, Genji pouted.  “He likes you.”

Too distracted by the mythical and loving creature in your lap, you didn’t notice Genji walk across the room and lean against the windowsill.  He stayed there, hands gripping the wood as he tried to figure out the sudden negative feeling he was struck with.

The Shimada clan were the only ones that could control the dragons, the only ones the dragons were bound to.  He’d anticipated the dragon to not care for you–though he knew it would never hurt you.  It knew of his love for you, yet he didn’t think it would have any love of it’s own.  But seeing his dragon wrapped so gently around your body, and watching you cuddle with it made his chest ache a little.

Noticing his silence, both you and the dragon peered up at him.  “What’s wrong?”

With his bottom lip slightly outturned he looked between you and the dragon.

“Come, sit with us,” you said as you patted the space beside you on the bed.  Genji’s body listened before he could think, always drawn to you.  He came as close as he could before wrapping his arms around your shoulders, almost like a challenge to his own dragon.  It had taken him weeks to get this close to you and there his dragon was doing it within seconds.

As if it had noticed, the dragon slithered up and nuzzled into your neck, making you giggle.  Genji did the same, adding peppered kisses to your neck on the other side.  You kept laughing, unaware of the odd competition that had started.  You put one arm around his waist and used the other to pet the dragon.

Suddenly sensing it was losing the battle for your undivided attention the dragon circled over your shoulders and knocked Genji’s arm off, officially situating it’s head on the shoulder he’d been using as a rest.  Genji let out a grunt of annoyance, raising his chin at the dragon who didn’t seem to care that he was upset.

“Oh, be nice,” you chastised, giving it a gentle pat.  It side-eyed you before slinking down and wrapping it’s tail around both you and Genji, but ensuring to keep it’s head in your lap.  You looked to Genji.  “I didn’t realize dragons were so cuddly.”

“They are territorial,” he said, placing an arm back around you.  His lips found their way to your jawline.  “I should not be jealous–they only share my affection for you.”

“You’re jealous?” you asked.  Your arms went around his neck.  “Why?”

You felt him sigh, his breath ghosting across your skin.  “I enjoy being the only one you hold like this.”

You smiled as you pressed your fingers beneath his chin, raising his head to look at you.  You placed a kiss on his lips, smiling into it.  When you flicked your tongue across his bottom lip and allowed the kiss to deepen he let out a small moan.  You pulled away, keeping your forehead against his.  “Yes, but you’re the only one I kiss like that.”

Genji kissed you again with a hum.  “Let us keep it that way.”

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