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What He Was Hiding

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Summary: Y/n finds out about Remus’s furry little secret. Word Count: 3170 Warnings: Pining, wounds/ bruises, character being tied up A/N: for the sake of the story, the reader is a Gryffindor, sorry if you're not but I'm too lazy to make a house neutral reader :)

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Between trying to impress Slughorn by learning extra potions to get into the elusive ‘Slug Club’ and trying to catch up in transfiguration before McGonagall assigned you to a tutor, you've had many sleepless nights studying in the common room. While stirring a potion with one hand and turning the page of your transfiguration book with the other, you almost didn’t notice the four boys sneaking up the stairs from their dorm. You watched as they argued in hushed tones and shushed each other, you couldn't make out all of what they were saying but caught parts as you held your breath and stopped stirring. ‘Invisibility cloak?’ came from Remus, ‘Lils borrowed it to-’ James explained before being cut off but a jab to his side from Sirius and a ‘shhh’ from Peter as they all stepped through the painting into the castle halls. 

You looked at your cauldron and book with regret after curiosity got the best of you. Before the boys could get too far, you bounded up to your dorm room and snuck over to Lily’s bed, peeked through the curtain to make sure she was asleep and opened her trunk at the foot of her bed. You sorted through her robes and vinyl records before pulling out the silver flowing cloak and wrapping it around your body like you've seen the boys do on multiple occasions, even being convinced by Remus to get under and sneak to the library together a few times. Walking past your abandoned study materials and through the painting, you quickly caught up with the boys who were still talking quite loud for openly leaving the castle at nighttime. You watched as Remus flinched in pain as they stepped into the moonlight, making you want to run over and help, but you held yourself back when you saw Sirius wrap an arm around his waist and help him stand and trudge over to the Whomping Willow where James pushed in a spot on the trunk and jump down between the roots. The other boys followed close behind and seemed to disappear. Trying to spot where they went, you failed to see the sudden drop in front of you. You fell with a thump, keeping the cloak wrapped close around you, but making the boys turn around at the sound, causing Peter to cast Lumos to light up the tunnel. Thanks to the cloak and you biting your lip to control your heaving breathing, they were none the wiser of your presence and continued down the dirt tunnel, the ceiling being held up by the roots of the willow tree, and a hatch at the end leading to where ever the boys were going. 

You waited for a moment at the hatch listening to the boys move to a different area, giving you the opportunity to climb up and look around the room, but not noticing the cloak being snagged when the hatch fell shut. You were confused by the sight of a rundown house with boarded-up windows, dusty furniture, and rotting wood floors. And you were shocked by the sight of Peter and James shackling Remus’s wrists and ankles to the beams of a four-poster bed, after wandering up the narrow staircase. But before you could react, you were tackled to the floor.

“No, no, no, I’m sorry, I won’t say anything, I promise,” you pleaded with your eyes squeezed shut, pounding on the chest of the person who tackled you with your fists, thinking for sure you were going to die; going to be murdered by some of your closest friends. Tears pricked in your eyes and you tried to wiggle your hips loose from your capture who seemed to be twice your size.

“Fuck, Y/n, you scared the shit out of us,” you heard Sirius from on top of you who was trying to catch your flailing hands and spoke in an oddly casual tone for the situation you were in. You opened your eyes and it was indeed Sirius who was straddling you, and from the corner of your eye, you saw James and Peter hurrying to tie up Remus.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You squeaked out, rubbing your hands from Sirius’s grip, and gestured toward the bed where Peter was still struggling with the chains around Remus. You backed yourself into the corner of the room after you managed to slip out from under Sirius, searching for your wand in your pockets. Spotting it across the room, where it rolled after you were pushed to the ground, looking between the boys in a panic, trying to find the fastest way to get it in case you needed to defend yourself.

“Hey, hey,” Sirius caught your attention, his hands up in defense, and he spoke in a slow voice, “Everything is okay,” you could feel your lip wobbling and tears streaming down your face but tried not to do anything to show them you were scared, but a part of you was strangely comforted by his voice.

“What do you mean ‘everything is okay?’ You're tying up Remus!” You cried, not being able to find a stronger voice.

“Y/n,” You heard Remus snarl and rattle the chains keeping his limbs down. The sound of his voice, albeit angry and frightening, made your heartbreak, and more tears run down your cheeks.

“He’s hurt,” you sobbed at Sirius and tried to take a step closer to the bed but James stopped you, “Let me help him,” you begged the boys.

“You need to go, Y/n,” James told you, trying to sound stern but avoiding eye contact with you. You tried to stand your ground and furiously shook your head, not trusting your voice to not come out as a sob. In response, James took out his wand and pointed it at your chest.

“Godric, James,” you took a step back from being poked by the mahogany.

“I’ll take her back to the castle,” Sirius offered from next to you, making James nod and turn back to Remus and Peter. You shook your head at Sirius again and he gave you a solemn look before leading you back to the hatch with a hand on the small of your back. 

The walk seemed a lot longer than when you were trailing the boys with peaked curiosity, now you were hastily wiping the tears that stained your face, somewhat embarrassed that your friends saw you break down and cry in front of them and you were still utterly confused about what was going on and why the boys weren’t answering your many questions. Once you reached the common room, Sirius unwrapped the cloak from around you both, and you looked up at his sympathetic face once again.

“Get some sleep,” he whispers and brushed some of your messy hair off your face, while you refused to make eye contact. He let out a breath when you turned around to head up to your room, unsure if you'll even be able to fall asleep.

“Hey Y/n, don’t mention this to Rem,” he calls back when you’re halfway up the stairs, you turn around to see him running a hand through the hair at the back of his neck. You press your lips together and don’t respond, instead going up to your room and climbing into bed. 

In the morning, you ignored the girls’ insisting that you get up and come to breakfast with them, instead opting to rush to the charms classroom, taking the seat of a Slytherin girl in the front of the room. You knew you would earn an eye roll from her but you’d rather that than whatever would come to you from the boys. As if like a normal day, the boys came in moments before class started. James and Sirius gave you a nod and slide into their seats at the back of the classroom, Peter followed close behind them, mirroring their actions. Remus, on the other hand, traipsed in looking tired with messy hair and robes and sporting some new scratches and you could've sworn you saw hints of bruises on his wrists. He looked at you with confusion when he saw you in a different seat than the one next to him. You avoided his gaze by staring into your notes, in your peripheral vision you see him hesitate for a moment and open his mouth to speak, but the professor tells him to find his seat so the class can start. You heard him mutter a ‘yes, professor’ and take his seat next to the Slytherin girl who was still seething that her spot was taken and that she was in the back of the class near the ‘marauders’ who made a joke out of the classes they were in together. Luckily the class was mainly a lecture about the spells you’d be learning in the next couple of classes and their practical uses. The remaining part was for those who had questions or needed help with other charms and the rest of the class was dismissed. You quickly gathered your book and notes and rushed out of the room and sped back to your dorm. You heard Remus calling your name from behind you, but you made no move to respond.

Later in the dining hall, you sat at an empty end of the table and kept your head down as you filled up and got ready to scamper off to Black Lake to avoid the marauders and be able to clear your head, maybe try to understand what you saw last night.

“What are you doing all the way over here?” You jumped when you heard Remus’s voice, you turned to see him and the rest of the boys making their way to their usual spot at the table, James and Sirius hovered behind him for a second to acknowledge you with worried looks.

“Oh, uh,” you avoided Remus’s gaze, instead you shoved some snacks into your bag and flung it over your shoulder, “I was just grabbing a few things before going to study at the library,” You dipped around him to avoid any further questions, even speeding up when he tried to get a hold on your hand.

Once at the lake, you sat at the base of a tree and rested your head on the trunk. You let out a breath you felt like you’d been holding since you saw Remus the night before, you also let out a sob you’d been holding until you knew you were alone. You didn’t want to lose your friends, you couldn’t explain what they were doing but you knew there had to be some explanation, right? Those weren’t the boys you knew, they wouldn’t tie up and hurt one of their best friends. Sure, they were mischievous and got into trouble but they weren’t malicious. They couldn't be. There had to be a rational reason for this. But you couldn’t find one in time for the bell to ring from the castle, indicating the end of lunch. You wiped your tears and pulled yourself together and made your way to your next class. You don’t know how long you could actually avoid them, especially Remus.

The next couple of days were hard, but you managed to avoid Remus, the other marauders, and even your roommates- knowing Lily would tell James you were being strange if he asked. You switched seats, skipped classes altogether, ignored Remus when he called after you, and made excuses for why you weren’t around. But this only lasted for so long, because you were grabbed by the wrist on your way to a secluded table in the library and pulled in between some bookshelves.

“Why won't you talk to me?” you saw Remus when you reopened your eyes, he looked worried and his hair was messy like he’s been messing with it too much, you knew he did that when he was nervous or stressed.

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” you responded, shaking your head, and looking anywhere but at him.

“Y/n, c’mon, you've been avoiding me for days,” He rested his hands on the side of your arms, gently keeping you in place.

“I haven't, I've just been busy,” you lied through your teeth and knew he didn’t believe you for a second.

“Just tell me,” His voice broke and you finally looked into his watery eyes “please,” he pleaded.

“It’s just- It’s just I don't know what James and Sirius are gonna do if I do,” You confessed, looking out into the rest of the library to see if they were there listening. 

“What do you mean?” He caught your eyeline again.

“Sirius tackled me and James threatened to hex me,” you recounted.

“Sirius tackled you?” Remus tightened his grip on your arms and looked you over to see if you were okay.

“Yeah and told me not to talk to you,” You told him when his hands fell to his sides.

“I- I think they're just worried about you hurting me like I-” He scratched the back of his neck and you could see the slightest tinge of pink on his face.

“Me?!” you spoke louder than you should in the library and corrected your volume when you heard a couple of shushes, “They, and Peter, they're the ones who tied you up to a bed,” You ranted at the idea of them turning the blame onto you.

“What?” He stood up straighter and gave you a scrutinizing look.

“Yeah, in some weird house under the willow tree,” you wrapped your arms around yourself while remembering that night, and saw Remus’s eyes widen. He looked over his shoulder into the rest of the library as well. “you really don't remember?” you continued after seeing his reaction.

“Y/n, I-” he started, but a surge of protectiveness for Remus took you over.

“We have to tell Dumbledore, right? Like, you’re hurt,” you suggest, gently taking ahold of his sleeve and rolling it up to reveal his bruised wrist.

“Dumbledore already knows,” he confessed and met your confused face when you didn’t respond. You were racking your head trying to find any explanation, but you were left speechless. “Y/n, I’m going to tell you something, and you have to promise you won’t freak out,” he cautioned and placed his hands on your arms again, making you look into his eyes again.

“I’m going to be honest with you Rem, I’m kind of already freaking out,” you admitted and watched him peek through the bookshelves once again to make sure no one was listening in.

“Y/n, I’m a werewolf,” he squeezed his eyes shut with his whispered confession, getting ready for you to scream or run away or chew him out, but in response to your wide-eyed silence, he continued, “That house was the Shrieking Shack. The guys, they take me there on full moons in case I turn and they watch over me and make sure I don't get out and near the castle. I usually take a wolfbane potion but they're not always effective-” he continued to explain quietly but was cut off by you wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Oh, thank the gods!” you let out in relief as you fell into Remus for a tight hug, “I had no idea what was going on; I was wracking my brain for days trying to come up with something. I'm so glad they weren’t torturing you or something.” you leaned back and held Remus’s shoulders.

“You’re not mad at me?” he asked and you had to hold yourself back from kissing the pout off his face.

“Not at all, I was worried about you,” you kept your hands planted on his shoulders so they didn’t crawl up to his cheek where they wanted to be. 

“You were?” Remus questioned with the traces of a relieved smile tugging at his lips. 

“Of course,” you assured, feeling like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders and like you could finally think clearly after days, “wait, what did you mean James and Sirius were afraid I’d hurt you?”

“Oh, uh, nothing really,” the dusting of pink spread across his cheeks once again as he suddenly removed his hands from where they were on your waist, “they’re just protective of me, is all.” 

“Yeah, I definitely don't want to be on their bad side, but I mean, what could I do to hurt you?” you retracted your arms from him as well. 

“I think it's more like,” he spoke slowly like he was trying to choose his words carefully, “they’re worried about my feelings getting hurt?” he suggested and scrunched his nose like he didn’t like the words he chose.

“I could never hurt you like that, Remus, you mean way too much to me,” you were unsure of your words too, not of the meaning of them but if you wanted him to know how you felt just yet.

“I know you wouldn’t on purpose, but people don’t tend to stick around monsters,” he crossed his arms across his chest and shrugged, you know he was trying to shrink away, he did that when he was nervous. 

“Rem, I don’t think you’re a monster and I’m definitely not going anywhere, I couldn’t,” 

“I want to believe you, but I’m dangerous, you shouldn’t be around me,” his words deeply contrast the look in his eyes that seems to be begging you to stay.

“I can prove it to you,” you were desperate for him to believe you that your mouth moved faster than your head could.

“How?” You could tell he was putting his walls up, but his eyes still had a twinge of hope. You took a step forward while searching his face for any doubt. Almost as if testing the waters, you reached up and placed your hand on his cheek. He froze but didn’t pull away. 

“Remus, I love you,”  you leaned in, your lips just a hair away from his. 

“Really?” He asked The distance between you was barely there, just enough for him to make the final choice.

Then, with a soft exhale, he closed the gap. His lips met yours in a hesitant, tender kiss, one that made up for all the fear and doubt that both of you felt for the past couple of days. One that made up for the years of pining and hidden feelings. One that tore down the walls Remus was trying to build around his heart. 

“Are you sure?” He asked as he pulled away to take a breath like you didn’t just pour your heart out in the form of a kiss. 

“Yes, Remus, I love you,” Your hands were on either side of his face so he could look into your eyes and know you were telling him the truth. 

“I love you too,” he breathed out and pressed his lips to yours again.

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Day 10: Dream Come True

Pairing: Severus Snape x ex-student

Rating: 🥵 ?

Prompt: Dream

Summary: Severus reunites with an old student of his and she is determined to live out her teenage dream.

A/N: Loved writing this one!! Hope ya'll have as much fun reading it as I had writing it.

Warnings: ex-student and teacher hooking up.

Word Count: 3170

Credits to Gif Creator

Severus had always loathed Lucius Malfoy’s elaborate parties. He threw them multiple times a year, celebrating every possible occasion, and Severus almost always declined the invitation. While he would know most people in attendance, Snape wasn’t one to socialise and a party was his idea of literal hell. However, given that Lucius was the closest thing Severus had to a friend, he made a point to show face at one event each year; often staying for no longer than an hour or so and spending most of the time hauled up in the kitchen alone. Which is where he happened to find himself tonight.

Having already circulated the crowds earlier in the evening, Severus was simply buying time before he made his goodbyes and returned home to the peace of Spinner’s end. The drinks and food were set out on a banquet table in the drawing room of the manor, meaning he often had the kitchen entirely to himself to drink bottle after bottle of FireWhiskey alone.

This evening seemed to be following the same suit as usual, until his tranquillity was disturbed by the entrance of a familiar young woman and her absolutely foul mouth.

“Fucking disgusting shit. Who the fuck does he think I am. And why the hell is it blue?” She muttered to herself, staring deeply at the electric looking cocktail in her hand. She made a direct bee line for the sink and dumped the entire contents of her glass down the drain.

Severus couldn’t help but let out a small scoff of approval at the girl’s words. He, of course, recognised her from her time as a student at Hogwarts. Not only had he been the Head of her House, and Potion’s Master, he often found himself telling her off for her bad language at the risk losing points from the other professors. Severus himself didn’t mind it so much, in fact he found it rather amusing, which must explain why he was no where near as irritated as he usually would be by the disturbance.

“Professor Snape?”

The girl stopped in her tracks, eyeing the Potion’s Master appreciatively. Her tone had dropped to an almost sultry timbre.

Severus remembered now why he always seemed to be giving the girl into trouble. This particular young woman had not been nearly as discreet with her girlhood crush as she may have expected. It had been obvious to him that she acted out in his classes simply to get a rise out of him, and best-case scenario she would earn a detention, prolonging their time together. The latter Severus did not indulge, the last thing he needed was a hormonal teenager making heart eyes at him from across the classroom.

From the way she looked at him now, the young witch had yet to grow out of her school-girl crush. Feeling the effects of the sheet amount of alcohol he had consumed; Severus couldn’t resist raking his eyes over the woman’s figure in return. She was after all, no longer his student.  

While her bad habits still remained, her appearance had changed a lot in a few short years. Her hair was longer now, darker too; she wore it down as she always had, allowing it to flow down her back like a waterfall of obsidian waves. Her previously baby face had been replaced by much sharper features; high cheek bones and a defined jaw line, lips that sat in a permanent perfect pout, painted a deep shade of red that only enticed him further. The dress she wore, tight and black, displayed her curves from ever possible angle, the lowcut neckline drawing his eyes to the exposed swell of her breasts.

“Miss Y/L/N.” He stated simply, not allowing his voice to betray his less than appropriate thoughts.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” She sauntered toward him, swaying her hips with each step.

It wasn’t lost on her that her old professor had just been checking her out, in fact she welcomed it. Since her crush on him first developed in her fifth year, she had long since dreamed of running into him again after she graduated. It pleased her to know that now they were reunited, he seemed to appreciate her just as much as she did him.

“I could say the same for you.” He raised a single eyebrow at her, his eyes never leaving her body as she approached.

“Not sure why.” She shrugged, settling against the kitchen island opposite him. “I’ve been at every party this year. Draco keeps inviting me.”

“As his date?” The simple question drew a wide smile from Y/N.

Was Severus Snape jealous?

“I assume so. But if he keeps making me drinks that look like the result of a chemical reaction, he doesn’t stand a chance.”

Severus scoffed again, amused by her words.

Y/N watched as took a long sip of his whiskey, draining the remainder of his glass.

“What are you drinking?”

“FireWhiskey.” He said plainly.

“Mind if I join you?”

Severus glanced at the woman out the corner of his eye as she came to lean on the cabinet next time him.

“Be my guest. However, this is the last of this bottle.” He said, as he filled his glass. “I’m sure there’s more in the next room, if you feel like re-joining the party.”

“Not particularly.” She huffed, folding her arms over her chest only to further accentuate her breasts. “Draco’s been fallowing me around like a lost puppy all night, I could really use a break.”

“And if I asked you to leave?” He tested, pining her with a stern gaze.

“I’d say tough. You don’t own this space, I have just a much right to be here as you do.” She never had yielded to his dominance.

“Well then.” He outstretched his arm to her, offering up his renewed glass of whiskey. “You might as well enjoy yourself while you’re here.”

Y/N accepted with a smile and a wink. Severus remained stoic, attempting to seem unfazed by her gesture. Y/N always knew Severus would be a tough nut to crack if this day came. But after years of dealing with a pining Draco, she could use the challenge.

“Why are you hauled up in here anyway? Avoiding someone?”

“Everyone.”

Severus couldn’t peel his eyes away from her mouth as she drank form his glass, her crimson lips staining the rim of the crystal. He felt his pulse quicken when her tongue darted out to collect any remnants of the amber liquid from her lips.

“Everyone?” She looked at him inquisitively, returning the glass to him. “Then why come at all if all you’re going to do is hide away in here the whole night.”

“Lucius is a friend. The least I can do is show face, but beyond I have no interest in attending these infernal events. So, I simply wait it out in here until such time as it is appropriate to leave.”

“Does it never occur to you that had you to actually venture out into the crowds, you might meet someone to help pass the time. A woman perhaps?”

Severus laughed into his glass, being careful to avoid the spot her mouth had just been. He knew this was her way of testing him, unfortunately he couldn’t help but fall for her bait; hook, line and sinker.

“I have no interest in any of the woman beyond that door.” His eyes finally met hers, their intense gazes boring into one another. A challenge to make the first move.  

“What about those within this room, professor.” Y/N dared to venture.

That final word shook Severus back to reality; the sudden realisation that he was entering dangerous territory with a former student had him eager to make a swift exit.

“I think that may be my queue to go.” He set his now empty glass back on the counter.

“Wait. Stay for one more.” She pleaded, gripping his bicep in one last desperate attempt. It worked, Severus hesitated at her touch.

“It may have escaped your notice, Miss Y/L/N, but not only is the bottle finished, but so too is my glass. There is no ‘one more’.”

“I know where Lucius keeps his private stash. Draco and I would break into it all the time when we were younger.”

Despite his brain telling him it was time to go, Snape couldn’t resist the appeal of the young woman in front of him; her doe like eyes begging him to stay. It was obvious she was just as enticed by him as he was of her. And the fact remained; she was no longer his student. Still, it seemed wrong somehow.

“That would explain all those parties in the Slytherin common room I was forced to disband.” Severus raised a questioning brow.

“Guilty.” She smirked.

“You know those were the bane of my life. Dealing with drunk and hungover underage students wasn’t exactly how I planned to spend my weekends.”

“Just be grateful I was smart enough to avoid you, I can be quite the handful when I’m drunk.”

Severus didn’t know when she had gotten close to him again, but he wasn’t opposed to the way her hand rested on his chest as she fidgeted with the button of his robes.

“Show me.” He swallowed, nodding down to her.

Y/N led Severus through a door in the kitchen, to a wine cellar in the basement. In the corner of the room stood a solitary shelf of finely-aged whiskey, worth more than two teenagers could have even comprehended.

Snape watched on as the woman struggled to reach the top shelf where the best whiskey was kept. He made no attempt to look away when the hem of her dress began to slowly rise over the curve of her ass. He no longer felt so guilty checking her out down here in the dark.

“Clever girl.” Severus purred when Y/N handed him a dusty bottle for him to inspect. “These are what you stole?”

Y/N bit her lip and looked down guiltily.

“I don’t think we realised how expensive they were at the time. We just wanted to have a bit of fun.”

“Mmm. You always were trouble.” He eyed her once more.

“Still am.” She winked again.

Y/N led Severus back to the kitchen, leaving no trace of them behind besides the empty space on he shelf she had no intention of filling.

Despite the kitchen being full of glass and crystal ware, Severus opted to pour another singular glass for the two of them to share.

Y/N watched on fervently as Severus brought the glass to his lips, this time placing his mouth directly over where her lips had been. God, how she wished to know what his lips felt like on her, what he tasted like.

“Good?” She continued to look up at him, practically drooling now.

“Delicious.”

Y/N watched in awe as her ex-professor absent-mindedly run his tongue along a small part of the glass.

Without thought, Y/N brought a thumb to his mouth, brushing the pad gently across his bottom lip.

“Lipstick.” She explained. “Can’t have you leaving here looking like that, people will talk.”

“And what, exactly, will people say.” Severus closer to the young witch, his inhibitions slowly fading which each gulp of alcohol.

“They’d think you were with a woman.” She started, her voice now barely a whisper. “Of course, they wouldn’t know who at first. But seeing that colour on your lips, they’d begin to speculate. And when they saw me follow you out of here… We’ll they’d put two and two together, and jump to a whole lot of conclusions.”

“What sort of conclusions?” He passed the whiskey to her, allowing him to move closer still, their bodies close enough to touch.

“All kinds of things. The most obvious being that we kissed, but their minds wouldn’t stop there. Two people, alone in the kitchen at a party, we could have been up to anything in here.” With every word she spoke she drew Severus in closer, her lips calling to him like a siren to a sailor. “They’d assume we kissed. Maybe, we made out. But ultimately, they’re going to think we had sex. A teacher and his ex-student. How scandalous. There would be rumours about us; what we did in here. They’d say I seduced you with my body. They’d say you got me drunk. They’d say we fucked right here in the Malfoy’s kitchen, all while Draco searched the party for his supposed date.”

The mention of Draco began to boil Severus’ blood, he wasn’t oblivious to how close the pair were and he knew, if given the chance, Draco would have Y/N for his own. He wasn’t about to let that happen.

“Then let’s give them a reason to talk.” Severus stated firmly.

With his permission, Y/N threw herself at Severus. Her lips crashing to his hungrily. Like a starving hyena finally eating after being denied it’s prey for so long.

Practically throwing the whiskey glass aside, Y/N wrapped her arms around Severus’ neck, pulling her body closer to his. Severus felt his way around her; one hand coming to rest on the side of her face, the other gripping her rear possessively. The two became deaf to the world around them. Passion taking over as they devoured the other breathlessly.

Letting himself get carried away in the moment, it never occurred to Severus to move to a less public location. All sense of propriety gone with the taste of her lips.

Gripping her by her thighs, Severus lifted Y/N onto one of the kitchen cabinets, positioning himself between her open legs. Feeling the hardness of his cock at her core, Y/N let out a strangled moan.

Severus broke for breath, kissing his way down her exposed neck and chest, occasionally nipping at her pale white skin. Seconds before Snape was about to rip off the woman’s dress and fuck her in the middle of the kitchen island, footsteps and voices grew louder as they approached.

“Have you checked the kitchen, Draco? She can’t have gone far.”

“Not yet father, I’m just about to look.”

“Shit.”

“Fuck.” The pair swore in unison.

Y/N quickly jumped from her spot on the counter, making sure to right any clothing that may have gone awry. Severus let out a frustrated snarl at being torn away from Y/N.

“I’m going to kill that di-“

“Y/N?” Draco called out upon entering the room.

Neither Snape nor Y/N made an attempt to move away from the other.

“There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Sorry Draco.” Y/N replied through gritted teeth. “I ran into Professor Snape. We we’re just catching up.”

“I see.” The younger Malfoy eyed them suspiciously. “My father is about to make an announcement,  he wants everyone to gather in the drawing room.”

“Of course.” She smiled falsely, making to meet Draco by the door.

“Here.” Severus stopped her, clenching his jaw and handing over the almost full glass of whiskey. “You’ll need it.”

“Thank you.” She grinned, lingering when his hand brushed against hers.

The three of them exited the kitchen and made their way through the manor; Severus taking a different route from the others, letting himself get lost in the crowd.

As soon as he was out of her sight, Y/N started to panic that she had missed her shot at the one thing she had been dreaming about since she was 15 years old. Draco had interrupted what was easily the hottest make out session of her life and now there seemed to be no chance of her and Snape actually finishing what they had started.

“What were you and Snape doing in the kitchen for so long?” Draco finally broke the awkward silence that had developed.

“Hmm. Oh, we we’re just having a drink together and chatted about all those times you and I pissed him off with our parties in the common room.”

“What are you drinking? What happened to the one I gave you?” He didn’t even seem to be listening to a word she was saying.

“Erm… I finished it. Sev- Snape poured me a glass of his whiskey.”

“That’s unusually kind of him.” Draco’s intense stare burned a hole in the side of her face.

“I suppose.” She shrugged. “I guess he just likes me.”

Draco didn’t get the chance to object before his father’s voice echoed through the room.

Zoning out after Lucius thanked everyone for coming, Y/N immediately began scanning the crowd for her beloved professor.

Having no luck even after the party commenced, Y/N downed the remains of her drink and followed Draco as he led her into the hall for a more private conversation. Backing her against the wall, Y/N had no way to escape the agony she was about to endure, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed.

“Y/N.” He began with a deep breath. “As you know, we’ve been best friends since our first day at Hogwarts. Our families have been intwined since before either of us were even born. We’ve had our fair share of fun together; both as friends and otherwise.” He hinted towards the few drunken nights where they had casually hooked up. It had meant nothing to Y/N, clearly Draco did not feel the same way.

“This year I have felt our relationship has evolved past friendship, and I think it may be time we take the next step. I like you, Y/N. I want you to become my girlfriend, officially.”

“Draco…” She sighed. They had been over this before, she wasn’t interested in being anything other than friends, he just couldn’t take the hint.  

Before she had a chance to break the bad news to him a shadow fell over the pair; Severus Snape towered behind Draco, slapping a large hand on his suited shoulder.

“I’m afraid, Mr Malfoy, I do not believe Y/N is interested in pursuing a relationship with you.”

“Professor Snape.” Draco puffed his chest out, trying hard to hide the look of intimidation evident on his face. “With all due respect I don’t think this has anything to do with you.”

Severus moved the boy aside with ease, positioning himself between his two former students.

“I suggest you leave now, Malfoy, before your feelings get hurt.”

Severus did not warn him again. Instead, he took the opportunity to take Y/N in his arms and pick up exactly where they left off.

“Oh, thank god.” Y/N gasped, clutching at him desperately.

Just as passionately as before, Y/N captured Severus’ mouth with her own, pulling him in by his robes until their bodies were backed up against the wall.

“Want to get out of here?” Severus mumbled against her mouth.

“Fuck yes.”

Ignoring a dumbfounded Draco, the Potions Master and his former student made their way out of Malfoy Manor unable to keep their hands off one another.

Y/N’s dream was finally about to come true.

[iowa-cc]

Cinnamoroll Hair

This took way too long, the UV was a nightmare, and I failed hat chopping it twice. Please have mercy on me, I just want this off my plate before our birthday (June 1st).

NO Hat Chops (sorry)

3170 verts / 6040 polys

F Frame

24 swatches + two white ones

Compatible with Raccoonium's unshaded overlays EXCEPT FOR the split overlay.

Under the cut, get the thing.

SFS

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Deep Water Prompt #3170

If I’m to grant you any magic, I must know you can be patient. I will send a snail familiar to the start of the road that leads here, a guide you must not pass, or pick up and carry.

[ragazza-whintigale]

𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞 ➵ Dune

𝔄𝔳𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔢 ➵ Comportamento yandere, Fem reader, relazione tossica, matrimonio forzato (menzionato), tentato omicidio, avvelenamento, aborto, relazioni extra coniugarli, tradimento, utilizzo della voce, manipolazione psicologica, instabilità emotiva, ricatto, tocco non consensuale.

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢 ➵ 3170

I corridoi a quest’ora della notte erano quasi del tutto vuoti, fatta eccezione per i soldati di guardia e della figura leggiadra della bella donna chiamata (nome) Alithea e in futuro Atreides -se mai il matrimonio fosse andato a buon fine naturalmente-. La bellezza della figura meritava per certo il soprannome che gli era stato affidato quando era ancora una bambina. La principessa degli Alithea. Come unica figlia femmina fino ai suoi 12 anni era stata amata e adorata quasi al pari della contessa che una volta era stata sua madre.

La sua bellezza e purezza non era ancora caduta in disgrazia secondo il pubblico.

La sua bellezza, la sua educazione e il suo carattere mansueto avevano permesso tale nomignolo. Poco si potrebbe immaginare che dietro quella bella facciata si potrebbe nascondere una donna non più diversa.

Una donna fredda e crudele, cresciuta fino a riconoscere la sua unica utilità come scambio tra famiglie. Il nome e l’importanza degli Atreides per una donna fertile ed educata che avrebbe mantenuto alta la discendenza.

Si era quasi stancata di sentire tali voci venire dall’esterno, oramai quasi tutti i servi al servizio del Duca e della sua famiglia avevano familiarità con il caratteraccio della donna.

❝ Mia signora cosa ci fate sveglia a quest’ora? ❞ La donna si fermò barcollante nei suoi passi. ❝ Dovreste essere nelle vostre stanze a riposare. ❞ (nome) ha un aspetto malaticcio nei suoi lineamenti morbidi. Il colore della pelle è sbiadito quel tanto che bastava per farla sembrare tra la vita e la morte. I capelli (colore) scompigliati, sono sciolti dal solito complicato intreccio, permettendo così delle morbide onde ad accompagnare il suo viso. Il piacevole movimento delle ciocche seguiva il suo viso una volta che decise di poter onorare questa persona con le sue attenzioni.

Duncan Idaho era in mezzo al corridoio con aria solenne. La postura eretta e impeccabile è proprio qualcosa che ci si poteva aspettare da casa Atreides e da uno dei suoi fidati.

Lo sguardo dell’uomo affronta con sospetto il corpo gracile ea mala pena sostenuto della sua signora. Non c’è traccia di ostilità verso qualcuno, solo il suo solito io viziato. O almeno è quello degli ultimi 7 anni. Quando d’improvviso la dolcezza della bambina venne sostituita con il gelo caratteristico di casa Alithea.

Duncan non ha mai diffidato di lei. Non che potesse in qualche modo, è una donna talmente fragile e minuta che si poteva dubitare potesse ferire qualsiasi componente della famiglia Atreides. Solo non poteva che notare il cambiamento di carattere durante la sua crescita al fianco all’erede Atreides. Davanti agli occhi ha visto come qualcuno potesse sprofondare nell’oscurità poco a poco.

Lo sguardo affilato della donna cadde sul soldato, fidato agli Atreides e vicino a quello che sarebbe diventato suo marito. ❝ Niente di importante Sir, cerco solo di raggiungere il mio futuro marito nelle sue stanze. Mi ha chiesto di parlare in privato. ❞

Duncan dubitava che Paul potesse essere così dannatamente maleducato da scomodare la sua fidanzata che fino a qualche giorno fa era in letto di morte. Poi nessun -nemmeno Paul- gli aveva parlato di questo incontro e per quanto potesse essere un incontro tra innamorati, di cui dubitava molto, il ragazzo avrebbe comunque avvertito qualcuno della cosa.

In genere lady (nome) non era nemmeno una persona da incontri romantici al chiaro di luna, ne di una avventura in camera da letto. Quindi era ben presumibile stesse architettando qualcosa che avesse a che fare con Paul. Duncan sperava vivamente che questo non li avrebbe messi nei guai.

❝ In tal caso lasciate che vi accompagni.❞ Il suo onore gli impediva di lasciare la sua signora andare in giro per le sale di Castel Caladan alla ricerca del futuro marito, quando nemmeno riusciva a camminare correttamente.

Stava anche tremando a tratti sotto la stola in lama.

Lo sguardo della donna si assottigliò lasciando brillare le pagliuzze argentate annegate nel (colore) delle sue iridi. (Nome) era abbastanza furba da non tentare una discussione per una tale sciocchezza. Per quanto irrispettosa potesse essere, il tutto sarebbe diventato solo più sospettoso. ❝ Se è ciò che desiderate.❞ Duncan camminò fino a sorpassare (nome) e guidarla verso la sua destinazione.

La stanza di Paul non era molto lontana, di conseguenza il viaggio fu breve. La principessa bussò con eleganza alla porta e Paul rispose aprendo la porta. La sorpresa era palese dai suoi occhi verdi, ma si riprese l’attimo dopo aver notato anche Duncan. Salutó l’uomo con un cenno e poi si rivolge alla donna di Alithea ❝ A cosa devo la visita della mia signora? ❞ (Nome) ridusse la sua espressione a puro disgusto e entrò nella stanza lasciandosi alle spalle Duncan e la sua espressione disperata dai capricci e dalle bugie della donna. Paul non fece altro che un’espressione di scuse al compagno fidato chiudendo la porta intimandolo di continuare con i suoi doveri.

❝ Spero ci sia un motivo valido per disturbare il tuo riposo e Duncan. ❞ ❝ Non gli ho chiesto io di disturbarsi. ❞ Lady (nome) ha tralasciato le sue condizioni precarie mentre si fermava nel mezzo della stanza incrociando le braccia al petto. La stola e la vestaglia morbida annientava ogni curva che la donna potesse possedere. Un sospirò lasció le labbra di Paul mentre si avvicinava a lei per avvolgere le braccia intorno alla figura della donna, ❝ La vostra crudeltà non appassisce mai mia signora, nemmeno quando siete malata. E dire che quando eravate piccola possedevate una tale gentilezza. ❞ Il calore della loro pelle che si tocca era qualcosa che (nome) ha detestato, e sapeva che in futuro non gli sarebbe bastato questo da lei.

Si crogiolò segretamente nel tepore del loro abbraccio, forse avrebbe dovuto prendere una stola più pesante ma non è riuscita a trovarla da sola. ❝ Io inizierei a ritermi il colpevole di tale comportamento se fossi in te, Paul.❞ Il suo nome aveva una cadenza sprezzante ma L’Atreides, in qualche modo contorto, sembrò apprezzare. Paul stampa un bacio sul suo collo, incurante dello strato di capelli che si sovrapponeva alla pelle di (nome). Rabbrividì disgustata.

❝ In ogni caso non hai risposto alla mia domanda.❞ Si staccò da lei andando a sedere dall’altra parte della stanza. Si versò qualcosa da bere e lo stesso fece per lei. (Nome) sapeva fare di meglio che cedere a tali galanterie. Era considerata una bellezza a tal punto che in molti hanno cercato le sue attenzioni con trucchi meschini.

In realtà Paul sapeva perché era lì e da cosa era dovuto il suo turbamento. C’era una incrinatura nella sua solita corazza, lasciando intravedere spiragli di rabbia e nervosismo. Aveva letto attentamento i suoi movimenti e le sue parole. Come si soffermava su qualcosa troppo allungo, come teneva coperto il ventre con la stola e come si graffiava i polsi.❝ Devi lasciarlo andare. Lui non ha colpa.❞ ❝ mmh? ❞ Prese un sorso di bevanda tenendo gli occhi su di lei. Sapeva di cosa stava parlando, non c’è stato bisogno di avere conferme, eppure lui ha continuato a fingere di non comprendere. Se lady (nome) non lo conoscesse, avrebbe potuto dire che si stava divertendo a vederla così.

Paul la conosceva a sua volta abbastanza da sapere che: niente avrebbe potuto agitare la donna se non la consapevolezza di aver condannato qualcuno per un suo errore. Non era così crudele come tutti l’avevano dipinta, e Paul lo sapeva meglio di chiunque altro. Sapeva che probabilmente le occhiaie nere sotto i suoi occhi erano solo la causa delle notte insonne per il senso di colpa.

Senso di colpa.

Forse nessuno a parte lui sapeva che Lady Alithea era capace di provare simili emozioni. Era davvero brava a mascherare le proprie intenzioni dietro la sua freddezza, non sempre ma quasi, questo Paul glielo avrebbe concesso. Forse se non fosse per le sue abilità di Bene Gesserit nemmeno lui l’avrebbe notato. ❝ Non vedo perché dovrei, (nome), dopo quello che ti ha fatto.❞ ❝ È TUTTA COLPA MIA! LUI NON C’ENTRA-❞ L’urlo lasciò trasparire tutto il risentimento che aveva nei suoi confronti. Era uscito così spontaneo dalle sue labbra che è riuscita a fermarlo solo dopo aver sfogato in parte. Certamente si era fermata ad un certo punto e una parte di colpa andava allo sguardo che l’erede degli Atreides le ha rivolto. La turbava ancora, anche a distanza di anni e nonostante la loro differenza di età. ❝ … e tu hai utilizzato l'occasione a tuo vantaggio.❞

-Nemmeno i rivelatori di veleno erano riusciti a rilevarlo. Era stata attenta. Talmente attenta che quando il sangue iniziò a colare giù dal naso e dalla bocca una confusione generale riempì la stanza. Alcuni soldati si sono precipitati lì, altri hanno chiamato il dottore Yueh e di seguito arrivò anche Hawat. Era una delle poche volte che anche il Duca era presente, forse tutta quella confusione era dovuto anche a questo.

Nessuno era riuscito a scoprire chi fosse stato e meglio come avesse fatto. Ma Paul aveva un idea. Un’idea che si era rivelata più che giusta. Lo aveva visto chiaramente. -

Le braccia della donna scivolarono dritte lungo il corpo mentre stringeva il tessuto della vestaglia tra i suoi pugni. Non era ben chiaro se si fosse pentita di averlo urlato o se avesse solo temuto per lo sguardo di Paul. Ma il resto della frase è comunque stato ridotto ad un sommesso sussurro.

Forse si sentiva colpevole. Lui non l’aveva mai toccata prima senza il suo permesso. Non le aveva mai fatto del male. Eppure lei aveva agito contro di lui. Prima ha cercato di uccidere Paul mentre dormiva con coltello di fortuna, ma fu troppo codarda per portare a termine l’impresa e crollò tra le braccia di Paul. Non aveva detto una parole ne aveva mostrato paura. Poi aveva cercato di avvelenarlo… ma cambiò obiettivo. Forse ha sperato qualcuno contestasse la sua unione con Paul, forse non ritenendola all’altezza di diventare Duchessa e un’Atreides. Ma non accade. A Paul bastó immagazzinare le informazioni , analizzarle e valutare come risolvere al meglio la situazione. Il suo attentato al giovane Duca non fu mai scoperto, e il suo auto avvelenato fu solo deviato alla soluzione più semplice. Il ragazzo così vicino a Lady (nome) da averla avvelenata per gelosia.

Questo le fece pentire in primo luogo di averlo scelto e portato con sé su Caladan, di essersi compromessa con lui e di essere stata costretta ad abortire per conservare l’onore di entrambi. ❝ Forse avresti dovuto pensarci prima a coinvolgere qualcuno di esterno.❞ È stato stupido ma lo sapeva già. Non lo amava nemmeno come meritava.

Ed è abbastanza palese che Paul stesse giocando con questi sensi di colpa.

Non le avrebbe offerto uno scambio, lui non ne aveva bisogno per farle fare tutto quello che voleva. Non c’era modo che avessero parlato di scambiare la vita del ragazzo con qualcosa che andasse a vantaggio di Paul e Lady (nome) lo sapeva abbastanza bene.

❝In ogni caso ora non dovrai più temere di coprire quella gravidanza indesiderata e io non dovrò tenere un bastardo.❞ Un erede bastardo. Era qualcosa di ironico adesso, agli occhi del giovane Paul. Non gli ricordo minimamente sua madre, che diede al Duca Leto l’erede che tanto desiderava.

La donna era colma di rancore, colpe e imbarazzo, per questo non proferì altra parola. Non cercó di salvarsi o giustificare i fatti evidenti, lui era l’unico oltre a lei a saperlo e poteva dedurre fosse solo grazie alle sue predizioni. Nemmeno il povero Elias era a conoscenza dell’avere messo incinta la futura sposa di Paul. Forse era meglio così.

❝ Dovresti essere grata. ❞ La voce di Paul perse l’affetto e il rimprovero. Divenne solo fredda come se avesse perso la possibilità di provare sentimenti. Si avvicinò alla forma della sua signora prendendo a coppa il suo viso dai tratti morbidi tra le mani. La principessa si sentiva disgustata. ❝ Per cosa? ❞ ❝ Per non averti condannata con lui. ❞

In un lampo di rabbia (nome) spinse le mani sul petto del ragazzo, allontanandosi quel che bastava.

In primo luogo pensava glielo avrebbe concesso, nel suo stato attuale, lui era più forte di lei. Perciò la distanza era quella che lui gli aveva concesso a prescindere. ❝ Avrei preferito morire a causa del mio stesso veleno che rimanere qui con te. ❞ La principessa strinse i denti ad ogni crudele dichiarazione mentre si dirige verso la porta con l’unico intento di andarsene.

❝ Non uscire dalla stanza. ❞ (nome) si fermò nei suoi passi, con la mano sulla maniglia e un piede pronto a dare il primo passo per uscire. Sapeva che Paul era in grado di usare la voce, aveva sentito parlare della cosa molte volte da sua madre mentre si esercitavano. A riguardo c’era un tacito accordo. Lui non avrebbe dovuto usarlo su di lei.

Per quanto non fossero mai stati messi termini e condizioni lui lo aveva fatto solo una volta, esclusa questa. Forse è stata quella volta a convincerlo ad non utilizzarlo. Lei aveva dato letteralmente di matto, urlando e cercando di attaccarlo direttamente.

Nessuno ha saputo dare una risposta a tale comportamento e la situazione tacque in pochi giorni, lasciando un’alone di mistero sulla vicenda.

Lo sguardo della donna era intriso di rabbia e sanguinaria voglia di fargli del male. Paul la guardava a sua volta con una sorta di sfida nei suoi occhi. Sarebbe stata sopraffatta dalla voce o sarebbe stata rinchiusa per aver attentato alla vita di Paul?

Era quasi sicura che nella seconda avrebbe sofferto più lui che lei, per questo quando mosse i suoi primi passi verso il fidanzato lui socchiuse le labbra. Pronto a richiamare qualsiasi ordine l’avrebbe riportata al suo posto. Ma lei si fermò ancora prima di poter fare unaltro passo.

Lo sguardo di Paul era ancora su di lei. I suoi capelli ondulati ricadenti sulle sue spalle cadenti. La sua vestaglia argentata e la stola che era caduta dalle spalle e ora si reggeva solo alle braccia della ragazza. Una visione dannata e patetica proprio come era la sua signora quando nessuno poteva vederla a parte lui. L’orgoglio e la vanità erano scomparsi a favore della dolce disperazione e dai sensi di colpa. Ma in fondo l’Atreides non avrebbe potuto desiderare altro che essere l’unico spettatore di tale vista.

Nessuno avrebbe potuto ammirare la luce fioca e semplice di una donna, che aveva imparato a mantenere le apparenze di freddezza e nobiltà, sfaldarsi davanti a qualcosa che la stava mandando in frantumi poco a poco.

Paul era quella cosa ed entrambi lo sapevano.

I primi passi di lui furono intercettati dalla donna che indietreggiò per mantenere la distanza iniziale. Un sospiro tra l'esasperato e il divertito ha lasciato Paul mentre parlava nuovamente. ❝ Devi smetterla con queste scenate. Non ti serviranno a molto soprattutto se sono l’unico ad assistere.❞ I loro occhi erano fissi l’uno sull’altro. Niente sarebbe cambiato nel comportamento della donna, lo sapeva. Eppure i suoi occhi erano ancora attenti a qualsiasi cosa lui volesse fare di lei. Avrebbe mantenuto le parole eppure lei non era ancora disposta ad avvicinarsi. ❝ Spiegami come posso farmi ascoltare, senza per forza darti un ordine. ❞ Quel potere non era un semplice ordine! Se fosse stato solo un ordine lei avrebbe ignorato il tutto e poi sarebbe andata avanti per quello che credeva meglio. Ma in quei momenti il suo corpo smetteva di essere una sua proprietà e faceva ciò che quel coro di voci le diceva di fare. Cacciata e privata della sua stessa volontà. È così che si poteva descrivere.

❝ Non puoi. semplice, no? Basta solo che mi lasci stare, e che lo scagioni da quelle accuse, e per un po’ continuerò questa recita, per un po’.❞ Per un po’… Non significava per sempre. Non si sarebbe calmata e questo sarebbe solo qualcosa di temporaneo. Era come una pietra che colpiva il vuoto. Non faceva alcun rumore. Nessuno dei due aveva un discorso collegato con quello dell’altro eppure continuavano a parlare sulla medesima linea. Lei era lì per un motivo e poi avrebbe voluto andarsene il più lontano possibile. Anche il fondo del mare di Caladan le sembrava più accogliente e invitante di quella stanza soffusa di luce. Mentre lui desiderava cercare di convincerla a rimanere, nella sua stanza e nella sua vita. Non che lei avesse quella gran scelta in questione ma lui desiderava ancora che lei lo volesse almeno un po’.

Fece un altro passo e poi un’altro e un'altro ancora, verso di lei, in silenzio. Ma lei si allontanava ancora, ancora e ancora. I passi erano traballanti e non si poteva escludere l’eventualità che potesse cadere. ❝ Sai davvero essere crudele mia signora… soprattutto con me. ❞ A Paul sembrava piacere evidenziare come le sue parole taglienti perdessero L’affilatezza in sua presenza, intrecciando le proprie parole con terribile sarcasmo. Lei inciampò su qualcosa e cadde seduta sul letto del ragazzo. Non poteva sapere cosa, ma ha immaginato fosse colpa di Paul. Era sempre colpa sua anche quando non lo era, ai suoi occhi.

Non sapeva esattamente come fosse finita lì, ad un'estremo della stanza, opposto a dove era. Quanti passi senza guardarsi attorno aveva fatto? Quando si era persa troppo in profondità negli occhi di Paul e dell'odio che provava per lui.

❝ Ti odio. ❞ Lui rise alla conferma delle sue parole. Questo era odio. Un odio patetico che gli si addice magnificamente. ❝ Lo so. ❞ Si avvicinò al suo volto, lasciando poco spazio tra loro, tanto che ogni respiro sfiorava le pelle del loro volto. Gli (colore) della donna erano spalancati in cerca di una soluzione, di un indizio o di qualche bagliore, negli occhi del futuro marito. Una qualsiasi scintilla ma niente. Lui era impassibile e illeggibile come lo era sempre stato, e questo l’ha terrorizzata. Come nei loro primi incontri, come nel loro primo incontro. ❝ Cosa vuoi in cambio? ❞ Dopo un lungo silenzio lady (nome) si decise a parlare. Di solito durante i loro scambi di parole non si parlava mai di scambi o mediazioni. Nessuno dei due avrebbe ceduto qualcosa per averne un altra. Specialmente (nome).

❝ Rimani. ❞ Era decisamente generica come risposta e la ragazza si trovava spazientita da tanta indulgenza. Se fosse stata solo una notte potrebbe anche essere un buon affare. Se fosse trasferire le sue stanze in quelle di Paul per il suo ultimo periodo qui a Caladan prima di tornare a casa per organizzare i preparativi per il matrimonio, era eccessivo ma ancora glielo poteva concedere. Aveva chiesto un prezzo molto alto in fondo, per quanto lei stessa non volesse ammetterlo. Ma se intende per tutta la sua vita era troppo. Lei per quando crudele e fredda potesse essere aveva sempre mantenuto la parola data e per questo raramente faceva promesse soprattutto quando non voleva o non poteva mantenerle.

❝ Tutto ma non questo. ❞

❝ Prendere o lasciare, (nome). ❞

[slydiddledeedee]

Sarah, a five-year-old girl, has not yet completed Kg1.

She takes great pride in her appearance and enjoys taking care of her clothing. She often refers to herself as the "queen of the house."

Sarah has a passion for fashion and enjoys playing with dolls and electronic games related to the subject.

She misses her friends and kindergarten and is eager to learn and experience all that life has to offer.

Sarah deserves the opportunity to learn and grow in a safe and peaceful environment. Her house was bombed and partially destroyed.

She's really scared and can't bear to see pictures of her home like this.

She's heartbroken about her toys and her beautiful room, which were destroyed in the bombing.

I want her to live safely and peacefully like other children.

Any support, regardless of its magnitude, would be greatly appreciated.

Even a modest contribution can have a significant impact on my family's circumstances.

https://gofund.me/345e1bc0

I hope you and your family are safe...I don't have the money to donate currently but this fundraiser is very low on funds so if you do have the ability, it's only at 3170/48000 at the moment. I am praying for you and I hope you get the money you need soon

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Chiesa della Badia di Sant'Agata - Catania

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Sell my Car Mulgrave 3170 #Mulgrave #3170 #Victoria #Australia https://www.cardismantlers.com.au/mulgrave/

[yuukienstarsera]

Knights with an Idol S/O (part 2)

Knights (separately): Ritsu x gn reader, Tsukasa x gn reader, Arashi x gn reader Fluff, Little angst, idol stuff Warnings: Established relationship, jealousy, and little teasing (Ritsu) nicknames, capital letters in the written. Word counting: 3170 A/n: some of the words have links, this is to have a better idea of ​​what is written, and capital letters, some wrinting mistakes.

This is part 2, part 1 here!☆

You belong to a new group under ES Square, you were already in a relationship with him when you debuted…

Ritsu Sakuma

At the beginning

When you debuted, he was performing at the same concert as you, so he watched you in his dressing room, when you finished he was already in front of the door, and the first that he do when he saw you, he hugged you, then he would say how great you did it and how much he loves you. 

He had “little merch” about you, like photocards, keychains (that he put on his phone once in a while) but his favorite is a little plushie that he had of you! (he sleeps with them)  

The advice that he give you was that you don't need to do things that you are uncomfortable with, it's fine to do only things that you like, don't feel egoistic about it. 

He would make sure your bandmates know that you had a boyfriend, for example, he would show up randomly at your practice room saying that was an accident (this already happened too many times to be one)

Besides that, he had a pretty good friendship with your bandmates.

How he shows his love (in public, in private, etc.)

One of his love languages is quality time, he loves spending time with you (even though he is sleepy he always knows all the things you said to him!)

When he had free time for his activities he would go to yours! Only because he wants to be with you (you had to call Arashi to make sure that Ritsu really doesn't have activities), but when he can't do that he would message asking how you are.

Both of you had inside dates, Ritsu loves cuddling with you nothing is compared to hugging you while you are telling him about your day or telling him your ideas for songs, both of you also had sleepovers (some members of Knights and Mika would join whenever they can, but mainly is only you and him.)

He kisses you a lot, he said that he can't live without your kisses (he pouts every time that you separated) and also he is a very physical person, he loves to hug you every time he had the chance.

In public, he would intertwine your arms, grab your hands (maybe kiss you when nobody is looking) intertwine your pinkies!

I believe he teases you murmuring sweet things in your ear in public only to see you blushing.

“You look great in that outfit” “You are my sun” “They don't know how much I love you” and things like that he says teasing you.

If both of you share a stage he would always interact with you, like sharing words of encouragement! ( I believe he would even ask the managers if he can do a special presentation with you).

Ritsu is a very observant person, he would be able to know when you feel bad or uncomfortable in a situation (which he will get you out of) he also knows the things you love and hate, and this makes things easier for him to show his love! 

"How are you able to get these tickets?" " I know that you love those series, I do my best to get them" "Thanks my love".

How rumors start

As I said before, Ritsu is a very physical person, your fans and his already know that you had a friendship, and they were chill about it (some of them already shipping you both)

But they didn't know how close you were, until Ritsu show to his fans his phone wallpaper, it was a collage of all the things that he is thankful for, you could see photos of Mao and all Knights, but in the center, there was a picture of both of you, this is where the fans start to get a little suspicious.

Later, in an interview that you had, they challenged you to show the 10 last pictures that you had in your camera roll, the surprise was, that in 5 of the 10 photos was Ritsu sleeping you explain why.

“Some of these pictures of Ritsu-kun were taken by me, other ones were sent by Knights and Ritsu-kun himself, Isn't it cute? It's shocking how he doesn't get up easily with the noise” that was even more suspicious.

How the fans know about your relationship.

Knights were doing a Live, and Ritsu was sleeping in the same room when they started, later Ritsu woke up and said: “(your name) already came, I'm going to kiss them and I come back.” ignoring the fact that his bandmates were on Live.

Knights were in shock after Ritsu left, all the comments on the Live were “OMG Ritsu x (your name) canon” “RITSU REALLY WAKE UP FOR THIS” “Me too Ritsu, if (your name) came, I will run to kiss them.” (you can imagine that Knights change the topic quickly)

“You are finally here, I miss you sooo much” he was already hugging you.

“I miss you too baby, don't you have to be on Live at this time? I believe I heard Izumi-san say that” you ask while hugging him.

“Oh, so that's why they were talking at this hour" he murmurs "I think I messed up, now all our fans know that we are dating" he gets comfortable on your shoulder. 

"What?! Did you say something about that?!?" you grabbed him by the shoulders moving him from your shoulder. 

"How noisy, please calm down" he caressed your cheek "I said out loud that you had already come and that I was going to kiss you and come back" with his free hand he hugged you by the waist. "I was excited because I want to see you, I'm sorry" in his gaze you could see that he meant those words.

“Don't worry, you were sleepy, besides, some people were already shipping us, I don't think the companies take this the bad way” you caressed his cheek.

“You mean we'll have more jobs together? Awesome!” his smile was the most beautiful thing in the world to you.

“I thought that you didn't like to work” you murmur approaching his lips

“Everything is different when I'm with you” he was finally kissed you.

Tsukasa Suou

At the beginning

He had a little trouble buying the ticket online for your debut concert, he ended up buying more than he needed (he invited Knights and Sora don't worry about the tickets) 

He buys all the albums and mini-albums that your group release (if your group has alternative or unique albums he had them.)

The advice that he would give you is that you don´t need to over-work yourself, the trust in your bandmates is essential and asking for help doesn't make you less capable, it's a brave thing to do.

He had a get along well with your bandmates because he also cared about their health, for example, when he orders food for you and you are in practice he also would order for your bandmates.

Other than that, he gets a little jealous when you pay too much attention to your bandmates, please make sure that he knows that you love him more than them.

How he shows his love (in public, in private, etc.)

One of his love languages is to give you things that he knows you need, for example, if you need a notebook to compose he would make sure that he gives that, but he only gifts the best to his beloved.

He would prefer to call you rather than write you a message ( it's because he misses hearing your voice) he always makes sure that you are eating (whenever he can he sends you food) and resting well.

Tea dates with a lot of sweets in your free time! As I said before, he would rather catch up than go to see movies, but if you want to do something else he would accept!

He is very reserved with his private life, he always would kiss you in private (probably you have to take the initiative on that) but in public, he never lets go of your hand ( i believe that he needs to hold something to feel safe) 

Tsukasa is an honest person, and because of this, the communication between both of you is great, if you had a problem or you feel misunderstood, please tell him! He will do his best to change that.

Another love language that he had is acts of service, for example, he would give you his jacket or scarf when its cold, open the door for you, carry your things, ordering food for you when you are working (he wants to make sure that you are comfortable and well.)

“It's cold, please have this” “but is your´s ” that its how you share the scarf with him for the first time.

Tsukasa is a shy person when it comes to things related to love, he would blush if you give him compliments, or give thanks for all the things that he does for you. 

When both of you are on the stage, he would be blushing so hard, I really believe that in his mind he is like “Cool, nobody knows”  BUT THE BLUSH IS SO NOTICEABLE. (Probably knights would joke with him about that).

How rumors start

As I said before, is noticeable when he blushes, one time Knights were  in an interview they asked what are their first thought when they heard the word love, when was time for Tsukasa to answer his mind you appear has first thought, he blush, he take so long to answer (he finally said he thinks that his passion for making music for his fans counts has love)(you can guess that the fact that he slows to answer was suspicious.)

Both of you start to be MC’s in a variety show, Tsukasa had to promote his next Tour, fortunately, you know how to do it.

“Tsukasa-kun, I heard that we had the opportunity to see you and Knights soon, is that right?” “Yeah, we are gonna have our next tour in two months!, you can start to know to buy the tickets online” “Please go to see them, I already had the opportunity to see them in the past, Tsukasa-kun you had a lovely voice, heard you in public is an experience that changed my life” “T-thanks (your name), I will do my best in the next performance” he said to you looking at your eyes, he was blushing so hard. 

After the episode was out, you did a Live, and your fans asked you why hearing knights (mainly Tsukasa) change your life. “Honestly hearing their voices Live, doesn't compare to hearing them on the CD, their vocals Live are fantastic! Especially Tsukasa-kun, his voice is so beautiful, you will fall in love with him if you heard him in Live.” The rumors only increase after you said that.

How the fans know about your relationship.

You were filming a song video, and he sent you a food truck for you and your bandmates to eat well during the break. It was decorated so precious, the message “for my beloved (your name), please enjoy this meal and continue doing a great job as you always do! For everyone, this is also for you to keep going your best, fighting!” could be read behind the truck. 

The thing here is that in the behind-the-scenes video of the making of the new song the company didn't erase the message, and you said in that video that Tsukasa sent you that truck, “He is such a good person, later I will thank him later”.

Before you knew it, that part of the video was going viral on the internet, Tsukasa didn't take long to appear in your room.

"Sugar, we had a problem” he said while opening your room door.

“I know, I already saw that clip on all the social media” 

"How can the company be so careless!, I can't believe that they let that unedited"  he let himself fall on the bed sheets.

“Baby you have to calm down, the company will take care of it" you give him a gentle pat on his head.

“I wanted to say it when the both of us were ready,” he said making a pout, which is a cute habit that he does while is angry.

"I know, the good thing is that I can make this in public”

“Make wha-?”you give him a little kiss on his lips, when you move back you saw him flustered.

“Feeling better?” you smile at him

“Can you give me another one? Just to make sure” he was even more flustered than before.

Arashi Narukami

At the beginning

When you debuted she not only was in the first line at the concert, but she also went backstage to tell you that you were amazing.

She would live offered merch, but also she will have cute handmade merch that she buys, and even uses them. (Her fan's gift your merch because they saw Arashi wearing and using some!). 

She would give you the advice that you have to be yourself, not fit in the standards that other people have on you, and live the way you want, she always is gonna support you no matter what.

She gets along really well with your bandmates, sometimes she will invite them to spend time with both of you, she doesn't get jealous that easily.

But when she does, you will notice right away, she will be more clingy than normal.

How she shows her love (in public, in private, etc.)

One of her love languages is physical touch, is a common thing for her to intertwine your arms with hers while walking, grab your hand, and comb her fingers through your hair (she loves doing that when both of you are cuddling) She would also fix your hair even your makeup in public (By the way, she LOVES doing your skincare routine on you!)

She would send you messages and would call you in your free time between activities, asking about how your day is going, if you need something, or if you are feeling comfortable. 

Spa dates in her room! (Tetora and HiMERU would join once in a while) Also outside dates, like shopping together or drinking tea in the school garden (Arashi takes every time with you as a date, because spending time with you is always special to her)

As I said before, she would give you a lot of kisses and hugs. Her favorite type is to give you kisses on your cheeks while hugging you and telling you that you are the most beautiful thing in the world.

In public she is very careful not to be that obvious, she doesn't kiss you in public but she does hug you (also she loves grabbing your hand) to the eyes of the public both of you are best friends (this only makes things easier when you go out on dates) 

Are you feeling down? Arashi to the rescue! She will give more hugs and kisses when you feel a little depressed, she will make time to be with you when you need it.

"Honey, do you wanna talk about that? If you don't wanna, I could just kiss you until you feel better, but I want you to know that I'm here for you"

She would interact so much when both of you are on stage, hugging you when she sees you get on stage, saying things like you look so cute in that outfit, etc.

"You look stunning, (your name)” " Thank you Ara-nee! You look prettier than I tonight, true to be told." "You are so adorable," she said while hugging you.

Both of you have matching things together, like phone cases, and clothes but Arashi's favorite is a pretty necklace that she gifts you on your first anniversary! 

How rumors start

The truth to be told, I don't think that both of you had dating rumors, this is because her fans know she is an extrovert and treat all her friends the best (but I think her fans ship you with her). Arashi did her best not to be that obvious (this is because she doesn't want you to have a rough time handling those scandals).

This only makes you wanna know how far both can get given hints that you are in a relationship.

You would openly say that you and she had matching things, even show them in Live. 

You start the suspicious looks on your fans when both of your vacation together, going on dates of more than usual. 

One day a fan saw both of you hugging so tight (In reality, you were kissing but they didn't notice) Arashi notice the stare of the fan and soon she start to approach them asking if they want an autograph ( the fan obviously said yes) and when was your turn to do the same, she told the fan that both of you are spending time together and you were happy about it. The fan said that they hoped that you had a nice vacation together and they left. 

Later the fan posted on Twitter a photo of your autograph saying "they are so sweet!" (you were glad that they didn't notice the kiss and they didn't mention the "hug" ) this we're trending on Twitter.

How the fans know about your relationship.

It was until you decided to say it officially that the fans found out, and for this, they decided to do a Live together.

"We've been wanting to say this for a long time, we're dating," you said, after that, your sight relieved  "It feels good not to hide anything, but above all, not to hide what I feel for you," Arashi said, putting her head on your shoulder, trying to comfort you.

The comments in the Live were “FINALLY” and “Let's all pretend that we don't know it” and “THEY ARE CANON” after saying it, both continue talking about other topics, the different part is that you know you can hug in front of the cameras.

After the Live, Arashi and you talked in your room about what happened. 

"Love, you look a little sad, why?” she approached you "We finally said that we are in love, you don't have a reason to be sad now" she made it clear by holding to you so tightly that she wasn't letting go any time soon. 

"I'm sorry for hiding us” you murmur hiding your face in her shoulder.

She moves your face with her hand, you could feel a kiss on your lips as she moved back. you didn't say anything more, Arashi looked at you.

"Don't worry about that, Honey, I was a little scared too, we take our time." She said caressing your cheek.

"Besides, I'm willing to wait for you an eternity, my love."  she added giving you her beautiful smile.

You love her so much, being by her side is all you need.

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