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cantgetworsethanthistbh · 20 days ago

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fluffy kid!stancest first kiss on glass shard beach would be so cute maybe by the swings or when they first find what would become the stan o war

combining these two together, but 2nd anon PLEASE know your ask got me writing old stancest at first that immediately turned hurt and comfort, so i'll be posting that when i actually finish it udndhdhdu this one is a bit of a rush job, BUT i hope you guys like it! this is my first time writing kid stancest, trying to run my head over how boys just banter and this is the best i could relay lmao. also if ford's internal dialogue isnt as flowery as it ought to be, it's mostly because i do still want it to sound like it's coming from a child, and i imagine Ford's internal dialogue wasn't fully realized until he's at least a littls older, you know?

anyway enough stalling: please enjoy!

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Ford thinks he could stay like this forever.

Sitting on a crate, Stanford watches Stanley draw on the sand with the end of a big stick, planning all their great adventures when they finally get out of this place, the promise of their Big Day of Adventure made them giddy all day, bouncing on the heels of their feet all over the beach until the deck guys they "borrowed" a can of paint from earlier found them, chasing them off and forcing the two of them to take cover. They did, only belatedly realizing they had to come back for their ship since their dream did rely on them fixing up the boat to be in top condition for it to sail. Luckily they didn't take their ship, so the two of them were able to push it back into the alcove they found it, keeping it their own little secret.

Ford looks at it in awe again. In bold letters, "The Stan O' War" stares back at him. Their promise of the future. A future with his brother, forever

"And then— Poindexter are ya listening?!" Stan asks, tapping the stick lightly on Ford's head who swats it away with a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah! I am, I am!"

"Good, cuz you better hear this!" Stan resumes drawing on the sand. Ford looks down, tilting his head quizically.

"Why are we standing on top of the sun?"

"That's an octopus!" Stan points to the pile of squigly lines Ford thought had been the ocean. "See?"

"That's still kinda impossible."

"Aw, shuddap!" Stan scoffs playfully, then proceeds to draw fish tails with long noses and circle ends. "Of course its possible! This is after I killed it, and we're doin' a victory cheer on top of it!" Stan pumps his fist in the air, and begins chanting, echoing loud across the alcove: "PINES! PINES! PINES! And after—"

"Wait, how did we kill it?"

"I beat it up, duh!"

"What did I do?"

Stan huffs. "You math, science and bored it to death, you big nerd," he says with an annoyed expression, which quickly gives away to snickers as he dodges the fistful of sand Ford throws in his direction, leaving a grainy cloud in its wake. Stan points back at his drawing, at the long nosed fish with lines protruding off the top. Until Ford blinks, and tilts his head again, realizing that the messy scribbles are probably meant to be... "Anyway, after we totally beat this giant octopus monster, all the mermaid babes will be all over us! They'd give us kisses, and hugs, and and–"

Covering his mouth with his hand, Ford snorts loudly. "Stanley... you want to kiss fish ladies?"

An offended look crosses Stan's face, and if it wasn't for the sunburn already staining his and Ford's skin an angry, blistering red, Ford could swear Stan was blushing, his cheeks puffing, brown eyes wide and fists clenching. Cute, Ford thinks, so quickly, he almost doesn't catch it.

But he does.

Just like how his shoulder catches Stan's fists, sending him to more fits of giggling as he goes down.

"Shaddup, shaddup, shut uuuuuuuup," Stan continues his playful assault, clearly trying to not to smile, but Ford's laughter catches him like the infectious bug that went around school three months ago, and his grin stretches wild as he pushes Ford to the ground, and planting himself on Ford's short legs. Ford's hand land on his shoulders, trying and obviously failing at pushing off his stronger brother with all his twelve fingered might, but maybe it's because Ford is laughing too much he's out of breath, chest shaking while he heaves his giggles. Maybe it's the weird but nice heaviness Stan is forcing on him, and Ford counts that as the fifth time this day Stan made him feel that: 'weird but nice.'

Yesterday was seven whole times.

"Get off me, jerk!"

"You're the jerk," Stan argues, catching Ford's hands and pinning them down to the sand, grinning at Ford who's completely caught under him. "You've been making fun of me the whole time!"

"No I wasn't! I think it's cool you wanna kiss fish ladies!"

"They're not fish ladies, Sixer! They're mermaids!" Stan argues, looking a lot like Ford when he exasperatedly explains that solving the daily crossword on the newspaper is not lame, just with the additional large gap between his teeth, bandage on his face, cute puffy cheeks, which almost sends Ford to another laughing fit. "Mermaids are cool! No, they're hot!"

"If you say so," Ford shrugs, feeling the soft grains of sand move against his back. "They'd smell like fish though, but I think you would like that."

"Pfff," Stan lets go and straightens up to blow a raspberry, tilting himself to flop onto the sand next to Ford, moving so his fingers brushed Ford's when at their hips. Sixth. "Like you're any different. I bet you have a lot of weird stuff you wanna kiss too. You're obsessed with your ano– anama—"

"Anamolies."

"Aliens. I bet you wanna kiss aliens."

"No I don't!"

"Yeah, you do!"

"I don't," Ford insists, but he's definitely thought about it. Not in a weird way, of course. He wonders about kissing a lot of things, like growing boys do, like the health developmental sections of science books say so! Girls. Boys sometimes.

Boys most of the time.

A boy, most of the time.

"If you say so," Stan repeats dismissively, stretching his arms over his head while Ford watches behind his glasses. Feeling the sand starting to get to that 'pointy, sticky and annoying' state when someone lays on it, he sits up, eyes landing on the Stan O' War again. Stan follows, quickly sitting up.

"What'cha thinking of?"

"Just wondering the capability of weight distribution on the boat."

"Uh...."

"I wonder if it's actually strong enough to hold us up to sail. We're gonna have to fix that up before we take it to the water, remember? Maybe it's not even built for two people."

The last part came out of his mouth without thinking, and Ford is alarmed with the quick moment of doubt. For a second, their dream seemed a little impossible.

Stan pushes himself up, and runs to the stationed boat.

"Stan? What are you—"

"Keep up, Sixer!" Stan exclaims, grabbing onto the ledge of the boat, and suddenly Ford is running after his brother. All caution thrown out of his system when Stan lifts himself over the edge and on top of the boat's deck effortlessly.

"Stan!"

"Look, Ford, it's fine!" Stan exclaims, arms spread wide and standing victoriously. Ford grabs hold of the ledge, and tries to lift his legs over, only to almost fall off with a "Whoa!"— until Stan's hand latches onto his.

"Hold on," Stan tugs until Ford's body lifts high enough for him to wrap his arms around Ford's shoulders. He grunts, pulling the rest of his twin's body with all his strength before falling onto the deck, Ford landing on top of his legs.

Somehow, they find themselves almost exactly as before, just in reverse, skin still grainy and sticky and hot-red, Ford's chest shaking again but this time it's from panting in the short burst of physical activity. His face close to Stan's, Ford feels a bubbling in his chest, a little tingle all over his skin. One he wants to blame on the summer heat still simmering outside the cave or maybe the sunburn all over his back and torso, but it's not that.

Seventh.

"You're kinda heavy for a stick, Sixer."

Ford punches his shoulder this time, smirking. "Shut up, jerk."

"Now you hate it," Stan comes back smugly, then glances down at the deck. "Hey, look! It can hold the both of us after all!"

Remembering his previous concerns, he looks down on the boat, then raps his knuckles onto the floorboards. It's actually pretty sturdy for how old Ford theorized it to be. That's pretty cool.

"Guess we can cross that out of the stuff we have to fix up," Ford concludes. He pushes his glasses over his nose, thinking deeply again. "Still have a lot of stuff to consider though. Plus, who knows how much bigger we'll get too..." He muses, mostly to himself.

So many to consider... Ford doesn't think even his freakish hands could count all the ways it could go right, or wrong, if it goes anywhere at all... it's kind of big, and open, and Ford thinks it's almost like the ocean itself.

"Eh, don't worry about that stuff so much, Sixer," Stan shrugs, his voice breakjng through Ford's train of thought. Ford realizes he's still very much on Stanley's legs, and maybe it's because all the running, pushing, wrestling they've done all day that completely wrung him out, or maybe it's because the warm bubbling in his chest that overflows and keeps his own legs stuck like sap, but unlike Stan, Ford can't bring himself to move off, move away from Stan. His brown eyes wide, grin with a goofy gap in the teeth and cheeks puffing, Stan looks ready to sail off right then and there.

"As long as you've got me, we can do everything. We're getting out of this place no matter what."

Ford smiles warmly. Somehow he could never get tired doing that around his brother and that's weird. It's nice. His hands find Stan's shoulders, and without thinking, he blurts out:

"Stanley... It wasn't aliens."

"Wait, wha—"

And Ford presses his lips to Stan's. He doesn't really know how to do this. It's kinda gross, with Stan tasting like sand and sweat from rolling around it all day, but so did Ford and getting past that, it just feels good. Almost on instinct, he pulls away panic rising at throat, because Oh no, Stan will think I'm a freak too.

But Stan leans forward too, almost knocking Ford's glasses away and also not knowing what he's doing, but it feels nice. Really, really nice.

Eighth.

Ford thinks he could stay counting those forever.

If you like this send another prompt or a prompt of your own! Hope you liked this anons, be it sufficiently fluffy enough lmao

#stancest #ask #my writing #ficlet #gooood trying to figure out the last bit of dialogue was lowkey the hardest part to write dhdbdhsb #i did this in 2 hours so im sorry if it seems rushed but i like it shdnsusn

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lieutnt · 2 years ago

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well of course this is coming now i lied they were totally related. alex w daddy kink? he always gave me the vibes hes had some girl call him it once and was like yeah okay. sure. why not. and never really gave it any thought until readers fucked him so stupid he just randomly blurts it out and is internally like AM I INTO THAT? but reader jus finds it hot and goes harder <3

okay thank u love you kisses

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only. Daddy kink, rough sex.

He thinks it doesn’t really affect him - sure he’s been called daddy before, but he just assumed that’s what his partner wanted and went along with it, even if it didn’t really make him feel anything. At least, that’s what he thought, until a bad day turned into a bad week and by the end of it he was falling into your arms, looking at you with those pretty blue eyes and pleading for you to take him out of his head for a while.

So that’s what you do, pound him into the mattress until his brain turns to mush and he loses all control of his mouth, unable to stop the mixture of babbling words and moans that pour out. Most of them are nonsense gibberish, nothing you haven’t heard before from Alex, until one hard, particular thrust jostles his body, and it slips out before he can even think; “Daddy.”

It sobers him up real quick, the reality of what he said crashing down on him. You feel it below you, the way he’s back in the room and beginning to overthink, so before he can spiral too far you’re yanking him up, one hand tightly holding his hip while the other crosses his chest to keep him pressed against you.

He’s ready to brush it off, downplay it, until your harsh thrusts turn into deep grinds that have all thoughts scattering from his brain. Goosebumps quickly rise to the surface of his skin when you move closer to his ear, “That what you want baby? You want daddy to take care of you?”

That definitely strikes something within him, the way his hole clenches around you and Alex vigorously nods, choking on his own moans when you pick up speed again. You push him back down and take hold of his hips, gripping tight as you go harder, Alex wasting little time in testing out his new kink as he chants “Daddy.”

He moans the loudest you’ve heard in a while when you speak again. “That’s it, just let daddy take care of you.”

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anintrovertwriter · 7 months ago

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Vinicius imagine, Forever support

I just came home after my running session. I had to keep healthy and in form, and even though Vini didn’t really like me going to run alone, I still did it. Going into the gym room on my own was impossible. I didn’t have the motivation to face it alone if I didn’t have my teacher, my handsome personal trainer.

I rushed in the shower, and when I came back, my phone was buzzing with me being tagged on Ig stories or with texts, posts about Vinicius during the press conference. Worry came.

My phone wasn’t used to this many notifications. I was used to receiving more since dating Vini, but not at this point. I was getting more and more intrigued. I wouldn’t have been if it was him but he couldn't because he didn’t have access to his phone at this time of day. We facetimed each other every morning and every night, even though we’ve been separated for just a few days. Even if he was still in Spain. It was our ritual.

He was currently for the week with the Brazilian national team for two games : one in London and the other in Sevilla against Spain.

I was supposed to come in the afternoon before the game, but everything changed the moment I left the shower.

I was quick to open the stories, and my heart broke. There was my man crying, after answering questions about racism and the situation he had to face at almost every game. Seeing him so emotional, breaking down and fighting the tears, but it was too strong, too much pain that needed to explode.

“ Solo quiero jugar al fútbol. Solo quiero jugar. Solo quiero hacerlo todo por mi club, por mi familia.”

It was too strong to carry on his own, all this hate. I never understood it , and never will. How can people be so cruel over others ? To the point of chants and a hung doll over a bridge. Cruelty beyond understatement.

So as soon as I saw that, I finished my suitcase crying for my man and took the first train to Seville, where they were staying during the international break.

On my way, I called Rodrygo, who luckily answered. He was the Brazilian I was the closest to, we were seeing each other a lot and he became my friend too. He confirmed my boyfriend’s current state, and showed me Vini’s room. I wouldn't have made it without him, so I mentally noted to thank him properly once back in Madrid. I was afraid of not being welcomed at the hotel, but they understood the situation.

It has only been a few day’s separation, but I still miss him like crazy, as always. The house felt empty without his laugh, I felt empty as well.

Rodrygo and I chatted briefly in the hotel before his physio appointment and I was finally in front of Vini’s room. I took a deep breath and knocked, worried about how I would find him.

A quiet “ Entra” was heard and I let myself in.

Laid down on his bed with his training kit on, he was scrolling on his phone. Tiredness mixed with sadness readable on his face.

He looked up, wondering about who could be there.

A few seconds passed, he was quick to change into shock, surprise and a small smile. I didn’t give him the time to get up and I knocked him down with all my strength, which was nothing compared to him.

Vinicius buried his face in my neck, his hands around my body. I felt a loving kiss under my ear and he managed, easily, to make me get back. We looked at each other.

“ Amor, what are you doing here ? Are you ok ?”

Silly him, to think about me instead of him.

“ I’m fine. I just wanted to see you, after what happened.

He sighed before guiding me to sit next to him.

I am so sorry bêbe, I said, taking his hand into mine.

It’s not your fault.

I know, but I feel so mad and sad. You don’t deserve that. No one does.

He looked at me, eyes so sad it broke my heart once more.

Maybe I got what I deserved.

Don’t ever say you’re not worth it, because that’s a horrible lie. Look what you've achieved. From Brazil to become one of the greatest football players. You use your visibility to raise your voice about something that should never exist. You have all the right to speak about your feelings, because no one should have suffered the way you do. It’s ok to fight it, because it is unbearable. I’ve never experienced it myself, but seeing you affected is unbearable. I am hurt too, but I can’t fully understand your feelings. If you’re hurt, I’m hurt. If you cry I cry. Despite everything, I believe and have faith in humanity. I’m sure we can change things, life and mentality. All together.

I breathed deeply after what could have been a speech. He was used to my rantings, but not such as this one. And I wasn’t done.

Baby, you are not alone. I’m with you. Always. If it had to be us against the world, then so be it.

He looked at me for a few seconds, smiled with gleamed eyes and simply said

Eu te amo.

Meu amor, te amo mais que tudo.

Seeing him like this, so vulnerable and sad, without his confidence made my heart shatter.

So I did what I thought was best, dropping everything to be with him. Like we always did. Talking about it, even if it was hard , he had to take some of the pain out. It was too much of a burden to carry alone. He thought it but he knew deep down he had me.

“ No one should be racially insulted because you are better than them on and outside the pitch. You are a wonderful person Vinícius José Paixão de Oliveira Júnior. And I'll be more than proud to recall you everyday. “

I took a deep breath, and he let me silent before kissing me fiercely. He held my jaw and kept me close to him, like I’d ever wanted to leave his embrace.

“ I would marry you right now if I could.

My joking baby is back, I said, glad to see his smile on his face again.

I’m not kidding, I will marry you you know Y/N, he said all serious.

I can’t wait then, I said kissing his nose.”

We stayed in each other's arms for a while, our breathing the only thing heard.

“ Where are you staying tonight? You’re not coming home are you ?

No, I took all my stuff and went there as soon as I heard. I didn't think of a hotel to be honest, all I was thinking was you.

He smiled and pecked me.

O seleccionador wouldn't let you there, sadly, but I’m gonna ask the assistant to find you a hotel.

That would be great, thanks love.

Thank you anjo.

Me ? What for ? I’ve done nothing.

On the contrary. Thank you for dropping everything to come to me. for caring for me, for loving, for supporting me no matter what.

Always

Eu te amo.

Eu te amo coração. And you’ll have to score to show the world you are the best footballer in the universe

I’ll do my best amor.

And of course he did it, scored and celebrated to prove all the haters wrong, that he was stronger than them. He didn’t forget his signature heart and kiss on his wrist, where my initials laid all inked, and pointed me in the stands. I couldn't be prouder of my man.

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tmwcs · 1 year ago

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S E 7 E N : S A T A N P A R T T H R 3 E

Warnings: Death by internal decapitation, breaking limbs, breaking bodies, religious references, demons, angels, archangels, devil, smut....i think that's it.

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The grin he displayed made you uncomfortable, as if he was wanting to fight…yet a moment ago he issued out a warning and did his best in trying to veer these men away.

Tucking your frame behind his, he reaches back and caresses your hips. With a slight tug, he turns and side eyes you from his profile.

“Dooooollll…..beautiful doll…….are you ready to know who I am?” with his wide eye staring at you, and his twisted grin exposing a pointed, and sharp canine, you slightly gulped at the sudden change in his demeanor.

“Yes….” You’re not entirely sure if you wanted to….something told you that Sunghoon was different from his brothers. His ferocity and aura wasn’t as frightening and horrible as Helel’s, yet there was something about his attitude that made you feel like running far away.

“Yes…I am.” You issued out as you watched him turn around, leaning in, and pressing your bottom lip with his thumb, he kisses you.

“Atta girl….perfect….fucking goddess status right here…” sucking the air through his teeth, his thumb slightly pulls your bottom lip down. Gently tucking it inside your mouth just slightly, he tells you to “bite”.

Your eyes grew wide, but you did as he bid and parted your teeth slightly. The moment you felt his thumb make its way in between the two rows, you bit down softly.

“Harder…”

Wincing your eyes shut for a second, you re-opened them and found his gaze at you filled with lust and tenderness as he licked his upper lip.

“…I said harder….doll…..do it…” his voice was low and calm, deep yet tender.

Doing as he ordered, you bit down harder and applied more pressure. Watching his face, his smirk grew wider as you bit down. The harder the bite, the wider his smile.

“yeah….just like that…..goood giiiiiirrrrlllll….”

Kissing your forehead, he turns back to face the large man.

“So tell me….what’s your most favorite feature? Hmm?” Sunghoon’s tone was nearly antagonizing and playfully twisted as he continued. “oh now don’t tell me…let me guess….is it your dick? I just get this feeling that you lack even the tiniest bit of morals….you’re probably guilty of harassment and rape, aren’t you?”

The large man left his gaze without any amusement or intrigue. He continued walking up to Sunghoon, not scared at all.

The rest of the members encircled the both of you, and the large man. Holding up a series of Crucifix’s, they all chanted out versus from the Bible as the larger man walked up until he was within one arm’s reach to Sunghoon.

This was the first you saw the members take everything to the extreme and gathered Crucifix’s and chants. You couldn’t lie to yourself; you got a little worried.

“huh….stupid.” was all Sunghoon stated as he strikes.

Remaining behind him, you couldn’t see exactly where he reached for, at least not immediately. What you did see was the much larger man leaning in and yelling out of pain.

Leaning over to the side, just slightly, you saw that Sunghoon had the man’s clothed member in his harsh grasp.

“Look at me….i said LOOK AT ME.” Sunghoon’s voice went dark yet again as he spoked directly to the large man, who was kneeling and bending towards him.

Looking up with gritted teeth, the man had an angry expression as Sunghoon smiled down at him.

“Don’t flinch.”

With his free hand, Sunghoon raises it and with a little flick of his index finger on the man’s forehead, you watched as the larger man was thrashed backwards. He flew back as if he had been hit by a bulldozer, there was such immense force and intensity, yet all it took was for Sunghoon to barely make contact with him.

You gasped, as well as the other cult members that surrounded you. You knew all the brothers were strong, yet they all had their own unique specialties….you wondered if Sunghoon’s talent was the gift of strength and power.

He merely stands and tucks one hand in his pocket. Shifting his eyes around to eyeball each and every single member, he calmly speaks out.

“If you’re going to be that stubborn about it…fine. I’ll break you all then.”

You’re not entirely sure what exactly you saw….he was too fast. It was all a blur as you witnessed him moving in front of one member to the next, yet the way he transitioned was lightning speed as all you could make out was a smear of black as he moves right, moves left, back, forth, and across.

Each time he moved and stood in front of a member, within a blink of an eye, he used only one hand as his other was kept tucked in his pants pocket. Maintaining such an elegant and suave stance, he either slapped, flicked, or punched each member. You figured the hits were painful, yet it dawned on you once you studied the reaction of each member as they lose stability and fall to the ground, that the entire region of where Sunghoon hit was completely distorted and broken.

If the impact occurred on their right arm, the entire shoulder, collar bone, face, and leg associated with that side immediately went limp and became severely discolored, indicating that bones, cartilage, tissue muscle, and possibly vital organs had been damaged to great extent.

All fifteen cult members went down like lies within seconds. The larger man managed to get up, and ran with great speed towards Sunghoon.

Without changing his stance, nor shifting his gaze off to the side to watch the large man coming at him, Sunghoon remained still. Raising his hand, just seconds before the man reached him as he lunged in, his hand grasps the man’s neck.

With a firm hold, he raises the man off the ground. You watched at how effortlessly Sunghoon overpowered him, looking so casual as his hand remained in his pocket and his head facing forward, yet he had this man elevated by his side. Extending his arm straight out, furthering the levitated state of the larger cult member, Sunghoon finally turns his face to look at the man.

“Why don’t you people just ever listen?....” Scoffing slightly, he tilts his chin downward as he announces himself, loud enough for the large man in his grasp, and all the scattered members on the ground, to hear him as he roared out.

“With your hearts darkened, your soul grows dim.

You commit murder and lies, supposedly for the sake of him.

The sacred scriptures, that sustains ye WRATH,

Paints the fallen angels to forever burn you within their grasp.

Ye force the people to cower in fear,

Using thy name, in which you smear.

Wait as the time comes, when you are rightfully sentenced,

That I, Satan, King of Wrath, and The Roaring Lion,

Will devour your souls, as ye scream out repentance.”

Your mouth slightly gaped open at the magnificence of his words…

‘Satan…the fifth Prince of Hell….associated with the deadly sin, Wrath.’

With just a slight squeeze of his hand, you watched as the man’s neck went limp, indicating that his head became detached from his spine as his entire body lost tension. With a flick of his wrist, Sunghoon tosses the large carcass off to the side.

It was undeniable, you knew what the brothers were capable of, yet it still scared you.

Turning to face you, he walks carefully and notes your breaths quivering out as you witnessed death at the hands of the man before you. It was a conflicting feeling, you knew how terrible these cult members were, and while you had thought how justifiable it would be for each of them to rot in Hell, it wasn’t until now that you realize the gravity of how cruel death could look. It made you think of your untimely death, which was approaching nearer and nearer as the sun was now setting, indicating that another full day is passing and leaving you less time left before you were going to either perish at the hands of those murderous angels, or go through the process of becoming immortal and living in Hell with the Devil….forever.

Looking up at him, you saw how he maintained a stern look on his face. He looked angry…but you could tell it wasn’t directed at you.

With the flare of his harsh breaths, which wasn’t at all due to lack of stamina, that he had barely used. It was out of the frustration and disappointment of the people around you, presenting a problem.

“….It’s amazing…no matter how we try to get people the benefit of the doubt…they’ll never listen….” He merely states.

You slightly shook your head as you furrowed your brows together in a worried expression. He was irritated.

“Sunghoon….” You softly spoke.

“We’re not monsters….we try….its people who do not try….” His eyes grew lazy under heavy lids.

“….what can I do?...” you asked, trying to find a way to appease…his wrath.

Taking your chin by a gentle grip, he brings you closer to his face. Kissing you, he slips his tongue inside your mouth and continues to passionately massage the interior of your mouth.

Once you opened your eyes, you were shocked to find that you both were standing in your apartment.

“…how…?” you were too shocked to finish your sentence.

“It’s okay….it’s alright….you’re safe here with me.” He gently ushers.

Staring into your eyes, he presses his forehead against yours, taking a gulp, he breathes heavily against your lips.

“….wrath….can be such a terrible thing….but it also can be great…” he starts speaking, taking slight pauses as he explains his point.

“….sometimes....it’s hard to manage and control. Heeseung, by far, had it the worst…..yet you relieved him of it….remember that….always remember that you are the key in taming the beast….but also know….” With a slight pause, he shifts his gaze down to your lips where he reached up and began stroking once more.

“Know that….when it comes to his wrath, just as you are there cause of his relief, you can easily be the reason behind it…y/n. If you ever hurt him…anger him….” He pauses as he takes note of the fear that developed in your shaky breath and the tears coating your eyes. He smiles as he reassures you.

“Shh…don’t worry….his love for you is too great…he’d never take it out on you….but the world…he’d destroy it in a heartbeat. Heaven will be engulfed with flames, blood and gore….he’d expand his wrath onto every galaxy and every living thing…..and Heaven’s muses…the angels…and God…all of them…they will all know….that it was all because of you. You would be at fault….for there will never be anything more dangerous than the wrath that YOU incur out of him….it’s only you y/n….its always going to be you….he’ll destroy….but will still love…you…..”

You could have sworn your heart skipped a beat. The amount of pressure and fear that stained your heart, it was all too much. How could one person, such as yourself, have this type of effect on the Devil himself? It isn’t fair….the destruction or prosperity of the world shouldn’t depend on you…yet it did.

“Don’t worry…he loves you…he’ll always love you.”

“…b-but….what am I going to do? How do I not make him upset? I’m scared…I’m so so scared!” you broke down and began sobbing as the fear of Sunghoon rattled your bones, right down to your very core.

“That’s what I’m here for….” kissing you gently on the cheek as your face was shifted away from the sobbing, he gently whispers in your ear.

“Let me teach you...how to ease wrath…”

You look up at him with a concerned expression, yet eager to learn of his secret. At this point, you were desperate to get rid of this feeling that was lurking inside you.

“You ready for me to prep you?”

“…..y-yes…”

“Good…..get on your knees, doll.”

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Authors note: Sorry for the cliffhanger guys! But I promise we get into the Sunghoon knitty gritty next chapter. ;) pinky promise!

C H A P T E R S E 7 E N : B E L P H E G O R

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#heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #enha x reader #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung fanfic #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enha heeseung #sunghoon smut #sunghoon imagines

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bleghbleghladydeath · 3 months ago

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Jay and Alex

I enjoy Jaylex teehee TW: F slur, censored but still, internalized homophobia, self-hate, squishy perfect adorable Jay, mentions of wanting gay people to die. This is when they first became friends.

Fifteen-year-old Jay sat silently, all alone, eating, as fifteen-year-old Alex glared over at him from across the lunchroom, also alone. This stupid, random dude was ruining his life. Every single damn time he looks at him he just wants to grab him and... just kiss him, or punch him, either one. Alex growled, messing with his food, he wants to fucking kill himself, anything, to get away from those big sad eyes. He can't even be around people without snapping, he feels so angry and confused. He stood up, abandoning his full plate of food. He stormed out the cafeteria, tears in his eyes. Jay noticed Alex storm out. He tilted his head, curious. He stood up and followed after Alex. Eventually Alex rushed into the boy's bathroom. Jay quietly followed in after him to see his slamming his palms into the walls and kicking the stalls, tears streaming down his face. Jay frowned and rushed over when Alex went to punch the brick wall. "Are you okay?" Jay asked, pulling Alex's hand away.

Alex looked at Jay and froze, eyes wide. He jerked away and growled. "F---ot!" Alex yelled angrily, storming out the bathroom.

Jay stood there, confused.

After that they just kept 'bumping into each other'. Really, Jay just wanted to make sure Alex was okay, but this just made things worse. After about a week of this Alex jumped on Jay. Jay yelped but cried out when Alex's fist connected with his face. Alex didn't get off, he just kept hitting. Soon kids surrounded them, chanting 'Beat the f-g'. Alex just kept punching. Eventually he realized Jay wasn't fighting back. He let up, glaring down at Jay. He was just lying there. Jay was just waiting for it to be over so he can go to the nurse, get rejected for an ice pack and go to class. Alex listened as everyone laughed around him and jeered at Jay. Alex growled, raising his fist, going back to punching Jay. Jay curled up, protecting himself as Alex kept hitting. Finally, Alex got tired, and he stepped back, blood trailing down his fist. Jay got up, shaking violently. He stumbled off, nose bleeding. Alex stood there, confused but he feels so much better. Alex smiled widely, laughing. People shoved Jay around as he walked off, checking his injuries. Alex stood there still, confusion was now setting in. Why did he hit him? Well, maybe it's because he's gay, they do deserve to die. But something about that thought didn't feel right.

'But it is right'

Again, the logical part of his brain. Alex swallowed, staring. But does that mean he deserves to die. He growled, he isn't gay, he never will be gay. Alex growled, face burning.

'You'll never be gay'

Alex stood there, slurs running in the background of his reaccurance. 'You'll never be gay'

He waited till everyone wasn't staring before going after Jay.

'You'll never be gay'

He found him in the boy's bathroom, washing his face off with water and soap, he then pulled band-aids out his bag and started to try and get the paper off one with shaky hands.

'You are not gay!'

Alex swallowed and walked over. He carefully took the band-aid, taking the paper off before setting it on the cut carefully. Jay stared, confused. Alex looked at him.

'You're such a fucking freak, what if someone finds out, God hates you, you're going to hell, I hate myself, why can't I be normal, why am I like this freak, does that mean I'm a pedophile?' "Don't you get gay with me, f-g, you're just fucking pitiful, I should have killed you." Alex growled, shoving Jay a little.

Jay smiled; he understands now. He let Alex bandage him up silently before Alex kicked him in the leg and stormed out. Jay stared before sighing, he completely understands now, it's okay, Jay will be there for him.

#marble hornets #jay merrick #alex kralie #alex mh #jay mh

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findingnemosworld · 1 year ago

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𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬.

( 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫��𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐈𝐏 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐢𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐨𝐟𝐜 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 )

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭. ]

" Amor " Nicola said then wraps her arms around Sergio's bare torso as he was in front of the stove cooking breakfast.

Sergio smiles, " Sí mi vida "

They'd spent the last two weeks together, since he returned from the International break, and he'd been busy in the evenings training for the upcoming opener of the new La Liga season which just so happened to be the ElClasico - Nicole grew silent before pressing soft kisses along the curvature of his spine causing a groan to escape his lips, " Nic, I'm trying to cook breakfast " he chastises her her.

" I know but, I love my man too much, can you blame me? " Nicola murmurs, pressing more kisses to his shoulder.

Sergio ends up turning the stove then placing the lid on top of the pan, he places the spatula down on the marble counter; he turns around to wrap both arms around to hoist her up and place her on the counter while he stood between her legs, " Five years is enough for me to know when you're lying " he states, before leaning close to bury his face in her neck and press open mouthed kisses there, relishing in the moans that escaped her lips.

" I ... I " Nicola whimpers, threading her fingers through his hair.

" What? " Sergio murmurs, lifting his head up to meet her nervous gaze. " What's wrong sweet girl? "

" I know that tomorrow is match day " Nicola begins, fidgeting with the hem of her ( his ) shirt. " And I'm always, always in the VIP box which don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're always thoughtful of making sure I'm taken care of, but ... I want to experience it in a different way "

Sergio's eyes narrowed, furrowing his brows in confusion. " What do you mean? "

" I want to be where the fans are " Nicola blurts out.

Sergio tenses up, his jaw tightens. " Absolutely not "

" Amor " Nicola whines, " I'll be ok "

" How can I be sure of that? you know how rowdy and wild our fans and Barca fans can be? " Sergio states, groaning. " Why do you think I'm always worried about you "

" Nothing will happen! " Nicola assures him, grabbing his hand to force him to look at her, " Before I met you, I am a hardcore football fan and being such means I had to learn how to handle all of the craziness so you don't need to worry "

Sergio nods, he wraps his arms around her waist and presses his face in her neck. " I swear " he murmurs, as he kissed her neck before looking up at her. " If something happens, you'll stay at home! I love the fans but you matter first and foremost "

Nicola smiles, " I promise you, nothing will happen " she cradles his face with her hands to press a soft kiss. " I love you "

" I love you too " Sergio smiles, " I'm serious, if something happens I'm leaving the match to kill whoever hurts you "

" Oh I have no doubt " Nicola giggles.

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Sergio was more than right to be worried, the crowd was wild in the Santiago Bernabeu, especially the Madrid fans who were extra aggressive with cheering throughout the entire match, every now and then; his eyes would fall on Nicola who was just as wild as the fans, chanting " HALA MADRID " at every given chance to spur him and the players on up until they won the match with an impressive 6-0 scoresheet.

At the end of the match, he approaches the fans who were waiting to get an autograph, a picture or even a jersey; and as Sergio gave as many autographs as he could, from the corner of his eye - he noticed Nicola getting shoved by an overly zellous fan which caused her to shout at him, nearly ensuing a fight which thankfully stopped by Sergio who ran up to the fan and growled, " WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? DON'T FUCKING PUSH MY GIRLFRIEND "

Sergio was quick to hoist Nicola and squared up to the fan who backed away almost instantly.

" Babe " Nicola placed a hand on his chest. " Calm down "

" I won't calm down " Sergio said, " No one should have to be pushed like that, especially you "

Nicola giggles, " I'm fine " she twirls around. " See "

" This is the last time you're sitting there, I don't care " Sergio said before he placed a kiss to her forehead.

" I love you, you raging idiot " Nicola laughs.

Sergio grins. " I love you too "

#real madrid #sergio ramos #sergio ramos one shot #sergio ramos imagine #sergio ramos x reader

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upalldown · 1 year ago

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Olivia Rodrigo - Guts

Second album from the American singer and actress produced by Dan Nigro

9/13

There was a moment, in the first half of 2021, where adults felt a pressing need to announce to the world why they liked Olivia Rodrigo. The young, bright-eyed Disney Channel actress and songwriter had just gone through her first teenage heartbreak, and had poured her emotions into a “drivers license” (her devastating first single that topped the charts), and then again on her debut album, SOUR—which also topped the charts, won a few Grammys and catapulted the 17-year-old into global pop stardom.

Socially starved, we relished living through her innocence and naivety as she navigated her deep pain. We cried remembering high school heartbreaks that may or may not have happened (though, shockingly, first heartbreaks can actually happen at any age). We used the words “nostalgic” and “geriatric” and “millennial” a lot. What does all that outsized attention do to a teenager with no chance to hone her craft on a smaller stage, whose debut was already hailed as a classic, generation defining voice? In a 2021 piece for The Ringer, Julia Gray noted of our fascination with Rodrigo’s age and SOUR’s ‘00s-era musical influences as a “fixation with dated pop culture relics…We don’t see Olivia Rodrigo for who she is as an artist, but who she is when we project ourselves onto her.”

It’s fitting then, that Rodrigo’s second album, GUTS, begins with “all-american bitch,” an ironic gem that arrives as a gentle, folksy ballad before making a heel turn into a pop punk kiss-off to her idolizers: “I am built like a mother and a total machine,” she sings angelically over a light, fairytale-like guitar plucking. When the full band kicks in and rocks out in the chorus, it’s apparent just how much the now-20-year-old has been holding in all these years: “I don’t get angry when I’m pissed / I’m the eternal optimist / I scream inside to deal with it,” she chants, tauntingly, before actually screaming her guts out. This is about more than just adulthood: GUTS is a brash, sobering look at the totality of fame on a young woman—how it consumes, abuses and isolates.

On SOUR, Rodrigo wore her sadness and rage as armor; her emotions were intense but predictable; and the music hinted at a brighter sky beyond the stormy weather. Not so on GUTS, where bad decisions are encouraged, death is preferable over socializing and every playboy can be fixed. On the dizzy, jangly-rock “bad idea right?,” she willingly ignores her mind’s rational pleas to have one more tryst with an ex, while on the soaring ballad “logical,” she attempts to reason with her own lovesick feelings by believing the impossible: “‘Cause if rain don’t pour and sun don’t shine / Then changing you is possible / I guess love is never logical.” The stakes are higher in these new loves built on power and age differentials—and the consequences cut a lot deeper. “I know I’m half-responsible / And that makes me feel horrible,” she repeatedly sings near the song’s end, soft and fragile, embedded in a wilting layer of synths.

There’s so much self-deprecation and internalized blaming here, which could be viewed as a depressing cry for help if it wasn’t so much fun to listen to. Rodrigo, along with her songwriting and producing partner Dan Nigro, plays with abrupt changes in voice and structure in these otherwise heady tracks, as if to signal that she knows just how absurd she’s being. “ballad of a homeschooled girl,” a rollicking, bratty emo highlight, has her crying out in embarrassment over the most minuscule social faux-pas in a breathless chorus: “I broke a glass, I tripped and fell / I told secrets I shouldn’t tell / I stumped over all my words / I made it weird, I made it worse.” Soaring into a dispiriting line that sounds euphoric—“Each time I step outside / It’s social suicide”—Rodrigo quickly dips into a nonchalant chorus of “ahs,” dismissing her anxious headspace with a shrug.

Meanwhile, the raucous “get him back!” almost positions her as drunk and pleading to a friend at a party, as she raps in a muffled tone trying to make the case for her cheating ex: “But he was so much fun and he had such weird friends / And he would take us out to parties and the night would never end.” A sing-songy chorus drives the point home, as she flutters between what she really wants (“I want sweet revenge and I want him again”)—but it’s the track’s bridge where Rodrigo lets her rage boil up. “I wanna key his car / I wanna make him lunch,” she quietly sneers amid backing chants and a choppy guitar, ramping up the viciousness of her anger and letting it out in a gleeful squeal.

And yet, even with all of Rodrigo’s Kathleen Hanna yelps and fiery screams, I almost wish GUTS was a little more punk than it is rock: Its production seems too clean at times, its fadeouts too exact, and its structural changes too accurate. But the honesty of her rage is still refreshing and, at times, comes across as more earnest than the debut single that turned her into a superstar. Beneath the cannonball of her voice and the album’s thunderous sounds, there is a soft fragility waiting to be absorbed. Anger comes from having no total grasp of the unknown, from the realization that growth is a never ending process.

On SOUR’s opening track, Rodrigo wished for her own “teenage dream;” now that phrase titles GUTS album closer—a reflective lament on the pressures of fame and the fear of not living up to the world’s expectations: “They all say that it gets better / It gets better the more you grow,” she lightly sighs, “They all say that it gets better / It gets better, but what if I don’t?” Raising her voice from that fluttering falsetto to a stronger, yet panicked belt, Rodrigo brings her deepest fears to the surface. These are emotions you don’t need to reminisce on, as long as you let them float within you—as long as you know when to let them go.

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#olivia rodrigo #guts #music #Youtube

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live-laugh-loverpool · 11 months ago

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⚽️get to know me: football edition⚽️ 7,8 and 19 plizzzz

7 (what is your favorite football chant?): i am a SUCKER for seven nations army and the diogo jota chant. also "one kiss" by dua lipa, not even sure if that counts but there it is

8 (what national team do you support?): mainly france and brazil,, but morocco has recently won over my heart. and a friend of mine is a diehard norway fan, so she's sort of adopted me in too XD

19 (what is your favourite football competition?): i LOVE international tournaments in general, but Euros and World Cups are tied. They're so unpredictable and all the countries means extra DRAMA

#liverpool fc #lfc #liverpool #asks

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nyssandracousland · 2 months ago

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The Tower was incredibly overbearing. It stretched upwards into the farthest reaches of the sky. Nyss was sure that Andraste herself would kick the tip of it if she was not careful walking around up there.

“The Fereldan Circle Tower.” Knight Commander Greagoir said proudly. “I have been here for many years, and its beauty has never changed.”

‘Sure, if you are not a prisoner here’ Nyss mumbled to herself.

The Templars, Emmy and Nyss boarded a boat that took them from a dock to the entrance of the Tower. As the men rowed, Nyss could see Emmy shrink back in her seat. She put her arm around her and held her tight.

“Lady Cousland, I have a Templar waiting for you. He will take you to your room and help you to settle in. He will also be your personal guard for your stay here, and will escort you home. I have sent word ahead for them to clear his schedule. How long do you plan on staying?” Greagoir asked.

“Until I know Lady Amell is settled in and that I can do no more for her.”

“That is fine, you will not be able to see each other for a few days. It is apostate mage protocol, but after you may reunite. Until then, enjoy the grounds, take in the Library, and the History, and have Cullen show you the garden. I know you’ll appreciate that.” Greagoir almost made it sound like a holiday.

‘Why do all men assume I like gardening, I do, but it’s the principle! I would much rather be wielding a blade or spells for that matter, protecting those around me. Misogynistic thinkers.’ Nyss internally bemoaned.

As they approached the entrance the giant metal door swung open. It was nearly twelve feet high and at least ten feet long. ‘They really don’t want mages pushing this thing open. How terrified are they?’ She wondered.

Nyss and Emmy shared a glance. Their jaws wide.

“Is it not fabulous” Greagoir said boastfully.

“For a prison.” Nyss let slip.

Greagoir frowned. “You may be an Teyrn’s daughter but you have still much to learn about dangers you not know. Do not be foolish. You are not immortal, you could perish in these halls just as anyone else can.” Greagoir lectured.

Nyss nodded to show respect, but she knew she only did this for Emmy’s sake. Nyss hated thinking of her friend locked here, behind a massive door. The stories she had heard of the Circle were not of a place she would ever want to live, or as she interpreted, to be help captive.

The entry way was impressive. Statues in memory of Andraste lined the circular room. The Chant of Light was written in golden script along the top of the wall, along the bottom was flowers and greenery to give it a more favorable look, and in large black writing was: “To Serve Man, Never to Rule Over Him.” She figured it was their motto, to keep them feeling as of this was their purpose as Templars.

Greagoir motioned to a long hallway. Emmy grasped at Nyss’s arm, and they held onto each other tightly. The corridor was dark, and poorly lit, a complete opposite from what they were greeted with. All they could see were the two beams of light coming in from one end of the spire. They walked until the end of the hall and Greagoir said:

“Lady Cousland, you are to go to the left, and Miss Amell, you are to go through to the right. You will both be greeted by Templars, do not be afraid, give them no cause to harm you, and they will not.” Greagoir said.

Nyss kissed Emmy on the cheek and hugged her tight.

“Be strong my friend. I am here for you. Maybe hold back your quick wit for the first day.”

Emmy did not flinch at Nyss attempt to lighten her heart. She simply squeezed Nyss in a tighter embrace before being unpleasantly yanked away by Greagoir.

Nyss watched as she went through the door, turn, and blow her a sad kiss. Greagoir then led Emmy away.

Nyss was now alone. No choice but to go to the left. She pushed the door open, and all she could see was a bright beam of sunlight.

Then the enormous door, swung shut behind her.

Chapter 4

In that new hallway Nyss found herself in opulence. The cobblestone floors were polished, there was light all throughout the corridors, and the pleasing aroma of wild flowers filled the air. It was so unlike the previous corridor, she wondered if she had been somehow transported somewhere appealing, like back to the Arling. ‘That is crazy!’ she thought ‘No one can do that....yet.”

She heard steps coming from behind her, and a gentle but firm voice.

“Lady Cousland I presume.”

“I sure hope I am, or someone else has stolen my body.” she jested.

“I appreciate your sense of humor, but I would not joke about being possessed in the Circle Tower. I am all for jokes, but other Templars might not take too kindly.”

“I am truly sorry, I will think before I speak next time.”

“No harm, you obviously have not been around many Templars. My name is Cullen. I will be your Circle Templar Guard for the duration of your stay. I trust we will get along well.” He introduced himself nervously.

Nyss was surprised, he was rather kind spoken for a Templar, considering the ones she just traveled with said nothing to her the entire time. She quickly examined him up and down. Before her stood a tall, broad shouldered man. From what she could tell, he was almost a man. Still young enough to be in his early 20s, and had a head full of blonde loosely curly hair. His eyes were amber and his face looked unworn from time. He was pleasant to look at, but she pushed that thought quickly away.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, how do I address you, as you are correct in saying I have not had many dealings with Templars.” She respectfully asked.

“My Lady, please refer to me as Cullen. I have not yet attained any title other than Templar, so that would suffice.”

“Cullen then, I do have several questions about the tower and about where my friend is.” Nyss got straight to the point.

“I would assume you do, please, let me show you to your room so you can rest a while, then I will gladly answer any questions you may have over supper tonight.” He motioned to her to follow as he began to walk down the hallway.

“Cullen I need to know when I can see Emmy. I worry about her. She is like a sister to me.” Nyss couldn’t hold back. She needed an answer.

“My Lady, you will need to wait a few days. It is already very unusual for us to have someone escort a mage to the tower, let alone stay here to make sure they are settled.” He gently said, “Unlike the outside world you are used to, you will need to wait. It is essential for us to make sure we can be safe, and guarantee your safety as well.”

“Ser, I have spent my life with this woman, and all of a sudden she is dangerous? I do not think you…”

Cullen turned to face her, “My Lady, please listen. You have always been free, yes?”

“Always.”

“Then what would you do when you had pressure put upon you, that challenges all of your freedoms?”

Nyss thought of her mother trying to make a match for her, to cage her up to a pompous Noble. “I’d try my hardest to get free.”

“Exactly. How would you do that?”

“By any means possible.” She imagined scaling her bedroom window and fleeing before the wedding ceremony. Her imagination was her favourite part of her mind.

“Exactly. How do you think your friend is feeling? Free, and now caged. Anything could happen even if she means not to hurt you.” Cullen reasoned.

Nyss did not feel as if he was being condescending. He was gentle but firm on the Circles protocols. As much as it went against her better judgement she conceded.

“Your reasoning is understood Ser. Please take me to my room. I must lay down and rest before the meal.” She kindly said. “It has been a long trip, and to feel a soft bed would be most welcomed.”

Cullen nodded and walked down the hallway in front of her. “I am impressed you spent two weeks sleeping on the cold ground, not many would do that.” He commended her.

Cullens strides were long and his armor glistened in the light. It was shiny, and flawless. Not someone who has seen battle in it, like her fathers old armor.

Nyss briefly gazed at the walls of the corridor as they walked. The Chant of Light was scrolled across them, and portraits of templars lined the hall. They had not walked long on the stone floor until Cullen stopped and turned right.

“This will be your room. Please feel free to use any of the items you find in it. There are a number of books and scrolls of you wish to read or write to your family. Just be warned, the candles in the hall way are extinguished every night two hours after supper, and I will be posted outside your room to protect you.”

“Ser Cullen I am sure that will not be necessary.” Nyss said.

“Sorry My Lady, Greagoirs orders. He wants nothing to happen to the Teyrns daughter. Could you imagine if something did?”

‘Always being coddled’ Nyss thought. ‘But I understand the concern.’

“I’ll be back in a bit to get you for the your meal, there is no dress code, but please be mindful, you will be dining with many Templars who have no had contact with anyone from outside these halls in a long time. So to go less noticed would make this first day easier for you.”

“Too bad, I packed my very best ball gown.” She tried to lighten the mood.

Cullens corner of his mouth upturned, “It is up to you, but no powdered wig please, we only wear those on weekends.”

‘He just made a joke.’ Nyss was relieved. She did not deal well with serious situations so this helped a little.

He nodded to her and closed the door to her room.

Chapter 5

Nyss’s accommodation wasn’t grandiose. It was simple. A bookcase made of aged wood to her left and a desk beside it with an oil burning lantern on it.

A simple bed, which looked comfortable enough, and a shelf with a lot of used parchment on it. The room was cosy, and looked well lived in.

Nyss was always curious, and wanted to sort through the books, and parchments but she was too heavy hearted to do so.

Instead she decided to wash up with the help of fresh water from a basin that was left at her disposal. She looked in the mirror and a young woman looked back at her. ‘I barely recognize myself ’ she thought.

A once carefree girl had grown into a woman. She examined the scar under her right ear. It was from a battle lesson Fergus was giving her a few months back. She didn’t move fast enough, and his blade caught her skin. The bright red scar pulsed in the flickering light. She hoped it would fade, but it would always serve as a reminder to stay focused.

Nyss slowly wiped away the dirt that caked her face and fixed her dusty hair into a long side braid that cascaded down her strong shoulder and over her right breast. She sorted out her limited clothing and picked an outfit that wouldn’t draw too much attention to herself for her first real interaction with the Templars.

A white tunic, cinched together with her brown corset and greyed riding trousers. Satisfied, she then laid down and stared at the dark stone ceiling, watching the shapes move in the lamp light.

She kept thinking of Emmy and hoping her experience was as peaceful as her own. She couldn’t wait to talk to her. ‘Was there no way to even get a message to her?’ Nyss thought as she closed her eyes and let the flame from the lantern play it’s magical game of shadows over her lids, which eventually caused her to drift off.

Soon after, she was jarred awake by the loud bang from the door being heaved open.

“My Lady, did you not hear me calling your name?” An exasperated Cullen asked.

“No sorry, I must have fallen asleep.” She replied, and slowly started to get to her feet. “I didn’t realize how tired I was.”

“I apologize, I just thought something had happened and since I’m responsible…”

“I understand. Is it supper time?”

“Yes let’s go.”

Cullen walked a step ahead of Nyss down the carefully lit hallway. The sun was no longer shining, instead the hallways glowed with the warm candle light. The flames danced on the wall and shone off the back of his armor as he walked. He opened the door to a large room with several tables and at least 40 men sitting around them.

No one looked up. Nyss was relieved.

Cullen ushered her to a table where it was just the pair of them.

“Do not women join the order?” She questioned as she took no notice of any.

“Some do, we do not have any here right now.”

Cullen pulled out a chair for Nyss and he sat opposite her. “I’ve chosen here so we can talk about your friend and the questions you may have. The other Templar’s seem not to notice your presence but if they do, be prepared for the onslaught of questions.”

“I thought Templars are free.”

“We are mostly but no one leaves unless we have an assignment. We really have no where else to go. This is our home.” Cullen responded, and handed Nyss a piece of fresh warm bread.

She looked at it thankfully, inhaled its sweet aroma and took a hearty bite. She hadn’t had any resemblance of an proper meal since she left Highever so this was most welcomed.

Cullen strode over to another table briefly, then came back to her with a generous portion of steaming food in a bowl.

“I realize you probably haven’t eaten anything in a while. I brought you extra. Eat, enjoy. Our cooks here are very good.”

Nyss took a warm spoonful of stew. She let the flavors and fresh herbs dance on her pallet. She hadn’t had anything that wasn’t cooked over a campfire in two weeks, other than tough salted meat.

To her this first full meal seemed like luxury.

Cullen poured her a cup of tea and continued to eat his portion of his dinner as well.

“This is very good, Cook back home needs to learn to make this. Although she is far too set in her ways to learn anything new.” Nyss complimented.

“You are never to old to learn something new.” He grinned, and continued to focus on his meal.

Nyss could see he was uncomfortable trying to converse. She suspected he did not have much contact with women, so this was probably difficult for him. She made a mental note to be kind, even if he was a Templar. Once she had her fill of food, she started the questions.

“So, what happens when you get taken to the right in that hallway?”

“First off, we take you to a room for a physical examination. After, we take the clothes you came in and give you Circle attire. When you do this, you’re allowed to bathe, allowed to cut your hair if you wish, and clean up as best you can. Then you’re put in an isolation room and given three meals a day. During each day, you’re regularly assessed and questioned. You’re also asked to display your talents, so they can understand how much magic you know. Then, by the last day, if you have shown no signs of possession or detriment, you’re allowed out to meet the mages in the tower.”

“Who does the assessing?”

“It’s the Knight Commander and the Senior Enchanter. This allows them to see what type of talents you could possess.”

“It sounds more like prison.” She raised her left eyebrow.

“In a way, but remember my lady, technically any mage who isn’t in the tower or a part of it, is an apostate, and therefore is illegal.” He again used his reasoning.

“I - suppo… I understand.” She did not want to agree they are illegal, but the law was the law and she understood that.

The rest of Nyss’s questions were regarding the actual structure they were in. How many rooms it had, where she could see the sky from, if she was allowed to roam alone.

Cullen told her he would take her to an observation balcony one of her days there and said she could see all the way to the Frost Back Mountains. She liked that idea, as well as seeing the armory - Nyss always liked to examine armor and weapons from different types of areas in Fereldan.

“So I suppose my last question is this; are you with me at all times?”

“Yes. Please don’t be alarmed but the circle doesn’t actually have ‘guest rooms’. You are staying in my room as I am attending to you.”

Nyss was surprised. “Where will you sleep?” She asked in a concerned tone.

“I have a place, you need not worry. Just remember I’m here to make sure nothing happens to you.” He paused, “Now, if you’re done your meal, we should get back to your room so you can have a proper nights rest.”

Chapter 6

Nyss walked into her room and heard her bedroom door shut, she was finally alone. She was curious, ‘Maybe he has information on mages.’ She thought as she started to leaf through the books on the shelf to give her some sort of clue. Mostly Chantry History, a few books on Strategy a book on Ferelden Etiquette. Sadly, she discovered nothing about Mage treatment.

However, she did find some letters written to ‘Cullen Rutherford’, from a woman. ‘No I shouldn’t read these, this is personal.’ She argued with herself.

Her inquiring mind got the best of her, and she picked one up off the shelf and started to read.

My dearest Cullen,

Things on the farm have been hard. Mother and father both are suffering from old age and sickness but we are hoping things will get better. Branson and his son are helping as much as they can.

I am so proud of you and every day I thank the Maker you are alive and well. Oh please write more often. I have much to tell you, I have had my hand asked for by Lon, you remember him don’t you? You were a little boy but I’m sure you remember him. I haven’t decided yet. But he seems decent.

Please come home for a visit, and write soon you ninny.

Love, your sister Mia

‘I shouldn’t have read that, but it wasn’t harmful. It’s so strange to think of Templars having families who have normal lives.’ Nyss thought.

For a moment, her mind had strayed from Emmy and started to think of what the Rutherford’s farm could have been like. She closed her eyes and pictured a big barn with horses and cows, and a garden full of vegetables. She pictured what Mia could have looked like and this Lon. She wondered what his mother and father were doing on a night like tonight. Nyss allowed her thoughts to roam, and soon enough, she was asleep.

Dawn came, and Cullen brought Nyss breakfast to her room. She was great full, she sat on the bed while Cullen sat on the chair at the writing desk, and they discussed the Circle.

“Do you feel all Mages are a danger?” She questioned.

“I’m sure they are not all going to fall prey to demons.”

“But I mean, the ones that do not, shouldn’t they be allowed more freedoms?”

“I suppose, but you never know when something can happen.”

“Ser, you could hurt yourself from riding a horse but yet you still ride. Shouldn’t individuals be given more credit?”

“In a perfect world, I agree. We cannot live in fear. Fear breeds hate.”

“Exactly. Does the Chantry teach us to hate?” Nyss raised an eyebrow.

“No My Lady, but being in charge of those who could harm, is a whole other issue. We are not supposed to hate our charges, we are supposed to…” he trailed off.

“You’re supposed to keep them under your careful watch.” She sighed. “I understand Cullen.” She took a sip of her warm floral tea, “At least you are kind enough to discuss this. Most will not. I appreciate it.” She smiled at him.

Cullen smiled back at her, and sipped his own tea. “Did you always know Emmy was a Mage?”

“Depends, are you going to lock me up if I did?”

“Never, then I’d have to answer your ethical questions more often.” He laughed.

Nyss grinned, and took a deep breath. “I found out a few years after the Amells moved to Highever. We were playing and Emmy threw a magnificent fireball at me. It grazed my shoulder, and singed my eyebrows off. It was sort of a dead giveaway.”

“And you knew to keep it secret?”

“Of course, she was my best friend and I knew what consequences were.”

“It’s so rare to meet someone who cares for people beyond what is necessary.” He said quietly.

“Do not Templars care for one another?”

“I suppose, we become companions but we tend to watch out for ourselves, unless in battle. Then we work as a unit.”

“So no one to really confide in? No one to send a letter to just to say ‘Hello! I fell into a giant swamp today.’?”

Cullen chuckled. “Sadly no.”

“That is rather a lonely life Ser. I tell Emmy everything. She knows me well, she came and found me a few weeks back when I had ran away from a party my mother threw. She knew exactly where I’d be.”

“Your mother throws parties?”

“She is quite invested in my future…..” Nyss furrowed her brow. “Not what I want, but what they deem useful.”

“I see, I’m sure the young men lined up for their chance at a dance!” He teased.

Nyss scrunched her face. “There were a few, but they are all so pomp and ceremony. So after pleasantries, I left. I can only make small talk for so long with people who only speak of their wealth and their endowment size.”

“I am glad to hear you are not so eager to find someone, most jump at the opportunity.” He said quietly.

Nyss grinned, “I want an adventure first.”

“Then let me show you some of the Tower!” He said excitedly.

Cullens stood and motioned for her to follow. She followed quietly as he took her to the Templar library.

Most of the corridors on the way there all looked the same. So she made a mental note not to get too sidetracked by them for when she would relay her experiences to Emmy.

The Templar library had more books than she had ever seen before. Walls lined from top to bottom with tomes, scrolls, pictures and histories.

Nyss was completely captivated by it all. Cullen could obviously tell, so he asked her “Do you enjoy the histories?”

“I do, my father was part of the warriors that took Ferelden back from Orlais. He fought with General Howe, Loghaine and King Meric.”

“That’s impressive. I had no idea your family history was so well written.” He paused and looked at Nyss. “Well my lady you can spend as much time here as you wish, and of course any questions you may have I am more than happy to answer, and if you would like to take a book back to your room we will have that arranged.” He drew in a deep breath. “Now I need to do some of my own readings, I will be in meditation for a while, but should you need assistance feel free to rouse me.”

Cullen turned and walked towards a desk not far away. He sat down, and closed is eyes. Today, he wasn’t wearing his Templar armor. He was wearing his robes that Nyss had seen another Templar wearing at dinner last night. They were a deep garnet color and had golden embellishments. They were fitted to him, and if she did not know any better, he could have passed for Nobility.

Nyss noticed that he slightly swayed side to side as he meditated on what she believed was the Chant of Light, as that is all she figured Templars ever thought about.

So instead of the Chant, she decided to finger through the books on the higher shelves. She figured less read works would be out of normal reach and perhaps that’s where she could find information on Mages or Templars.

Sure enough she found one entitled “Magic and Order - a History”. She sat down on the cold cobble ground and started to read it.

Nyss thought about Emmy as she turned each page and realized how feared Mages were. There was a part that spoke of The Tevinter Imperium where Mages were more or less completely free, and she made a note of remembering to suggest Emmy flee there to hide.

As time during the day passed, her patience for the evening meal was growing. She felt hungry, and realized she had been so involved with her book she missed lunch. Which reminded her that Cullen missed lunch as well. She looked over to the desk he was still sitting at.

The suns rays coming through the window had sprawled far enough across the room to illuminate the back of his head. The sheen that came from his locks was magnificent. She decided she would quietly see what he was doing for so long.

She silently walked up behind him, and peaked over his shoulder.

“What are you reading?” She asked.

“Oh my lady, nothing.” He quickly shut the book. “You startled me, how are you so quiet?”

“My brother Fergus taught me to use my rogue skills well.” She grinned wickedly, “so what are you reading?” She asked again.

“Honestly nothing, just Templar information, how to remain chaste, pieces of the Chant and so on.” He said shifting in his seat.

Nyss jokingly rolled her eyes. She knew it was not Templar business. “You are a terrible liar.” She smiled.

At this point she understood that anyone who shuts a book that quickly is looking at something they are secretive of. She caught Ser Gilmore doing that on a number of occasions, always to find him reading the romantic poetry that he so loved.

“Uh-er-ugh, fine, I was reading about war tactics.” He said unconvincingly.

“I see.” Nyss grabbed the book like a child and read the title out loud, “‘How to Capture the Queen’?”

“It’s not what you think, it’s chess strategies. It was one of my favourite games as a child and I have yet to find someone here who would best me at a game. I don’t mean to boast but I am really a decent player.” Cullen said proudly.

“You played chess before you came here? What else did you like to do before you came here?” She asked sitting down across from him.

“It’s been a long time, and I wasn’t the youngest when I first started my Templar training. I was thirteen when I came to the Order, some are even younger. I did not receive my title as Templar until I was eighteen, they want us educated and trained first. My sister Mia was the biggest supporter of my decision to want to become a Templar. Everyone else thought I was daft, but this is what I have always wanted.” He stopped, “Sorry that was not the question you asked.”

“That is alright, I suppose if I’m going to be spending my time with you, I would like to at least get to know you.”

The edges of Cullens mouth did a delicate upturn. Nyss could barely tell. She didn’t usually have a hard time reading people, but he was an unusual case.

“I suppose it wouldn’t be a harm to either of us to do that. After all it will be a quiet time if we don’t.” He said. “And I did enjoy our conversation this morning.”

“Then how about we talk over a game of chess?” She suggested.

“Sound’s like my type of conversation.”

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Someone Cool

BG: Harry’s luck once again is not on his side. The girl he wants to ask on a date is not available. Hermione reminds him that with the rumors of being the chosen one, he must be careful when asking who to accompany him to Professor Slughorn’s Christmas Party. Determined to not die of boredom at the party, he needs to find someone cool. Someone that is you?

A/N: Fluff, sass, friends to lovers. Everything you would want in a comfort fic. Also it's been a hot second since I've written this much.

WC:2448

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

It’s like the Yule Ball all over again.

Harry couldn’t ask out the girl he likes, seeing some other guy beat him to it.

Harry is running out of options, sure he has a larger pool of potential partners to ask in accompanying him to Professor Slughorn’s Exclusive Christmas Party. But that’s the thing– it’s exclusive. He doesn’t want to be stuck with someone that would bore him to death in a social networking party he didn’t want to attend in the first place yet needs to since Dumbledore tasked him to be close to the professor.

Harry needed to find a girl, who can keep me sane among the overload of ass-kissers most certainly present at the event. How hard can finding that perfect lady be?

~~~

Usually when they’re in the library, Harry is the one getting scolded for being too loud. Although lately, he and Hermione seemingly have switched places.

"He’s at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes. I really couldn’t care less."

Ever since Ron and Lavender became a thing. Harry had to endure these mini jealous rants from Hermione — or in her words ‘opinions', because even as smart as Hermione. She is too blind to see that she is in love with Ron.

These rants have only gotten more frequent when the couple became totally comfortable with full-on making out every second they get and in all honesty, this has led to Harry joking in on Hermione's rants.

This gave him an idea, he could still survive the party.

"Was I under the impression that he and I would be attending Slughorn’s Christmas party together?” Hermione continued. “Yes. Of course, now, given the circumstances, I’ve had to make other arrangements."

Harry almost bumped into her when Hermione abruptly turned. "Have you?"

"Yes. Why?" Hermione questioned, letting the last book levitate back to its place.

"I just thought, you know..” Harry shrugged. “since neither one of us can take who we’d really like... maybe we’d go together. As friends."

"Why didn’t I think of that?" Quipped Hermione, internally scolding herself for not having thought of the idea.

"So who are you taking?"

Hermione crosses her arms, how she wishes she could just fold into herself and disappear for the rest of the term. "Um... it’s a surprise. Besides, it’s you we need to worry about. And you can’t pick just anyone."

"Why not? It's not like I haven't had experience asking a girl out?" He said defensively, he successfully asked Parvati to the yule ball, albeit mumbling. "I bet loads of girls would love to go out with me!"

Hermione sighs. "We need to find someone who is not only interested in you because they think you’re the Chosen One and get their fifteen minutes of fame. You know that, right?

Harry's eyebrows narrowed, forced together into a pronounced frown. "But I am the Chosen One."

Hermione cocks her head at him, exasperated. “HARRY!”

Earning him a hit on the head. Damn her arms are strong. "Okay. Kidding. I’ll just ask someone I like. Someone cool."

~~~

"Someone cool, someone cool…" Harry muttered to himself as if chanting the words again and again would magically help him find the one.

“You know what would be cool, Potter.” You say, appearing behind the boy. Your hair is all out of place and your sweat-soaked sports shirt is sticking to you. “If the one who asked – no sorry begged for the seeker training boot camp to have actually shown up.”

Harry immediately stopped in his tracks, ‘shit shit shit!’ he thought. He was so dead. Turning ever so slowly as if it would delay your oncoming wrath. “Oh shit Y/N, that was today?!? I am so sorry! It totally slipped my mind.”

“Slipped your mind? Potter, you have pestered me for weeks to do this boot camp. And you just forgot?” Your voice was getting higher, anger close to a tipping point. “I would be hitting you right now if my arms weren’t so sore! Madam Hooch was relentless!”

“I know, there’s just so many things going on lately… designing quidditch strategies, oh and don’t get me started on Professor Slughorn’s Christmas party - there’s no escaping that and I’m sure I’m going to die of boredom there. Then there’s Ginny–”

Ginny? Hhmm what’s got his mind worrying about Ginny?

“And ahh the whole Ron - Hermione ordeal you know uhh of course… duh” added Harry, hoping you hadn’t caught on to his minor slip up.

“Yea of course.” It’s none of your business, besides he shared too much, a trait you had noticed happens when he is nervous or anxious. The whole school knows that Harry is basically an adopted Weasley. “I’ll let this slide, but that now makes it 2 favors you owe me.”

“Yes ma'am”

“You can start by carrying my broom back to my dorm, my arms are about to give up any moment now.” you explained.

~~~

“Hey Y/N.” Harry started, gently leaning your broom upright against your trunk.

“Yup” You answered, not bothering to glance up from your plopped position on the bed.

The idea came up during the walk, it was different from your other encounters but was understandable. You were too tired to hold a conversation, but the silence between the both of you was comfortable, not awkward.

“About the favors, I actually have another to add.”

“What is it, Golden Boy?” You were done with the favors, but what is one more right?

“Do you want to be my date to Slughorn’s Christmas party?”

To that, your head shot up.

“What?”

“...as friends of course! It’s on Friday at 8pm, I’ll pick you up here at 7:30pm. Please y/n, you wouldn’t leave me to die of boredom, would you?” Harry puts on his best puppy dog eyes. He knows you’ll tease him for this later but he was desperate.

“uh fine…” Plopping your head back onto the pillow.

“Great!” Harry is ecstatic, this is good he doesn’t have to go alone. As he was about to close your door, he remembered a slight detail. “It’s a black tie event by the way.”

“What?” Your head leaving the comfort of the soft cotton cushion for the second time. “But I don’t have a dress.”

“Ohh…” The smile on Harry’s face went as fast as it came. “That might be a problem.”

“No shit Merlin!” Throwing the pillow at him. “I’ll have to get one from home, do you mind if I borrow Hedwig to accompany Harold?”’

Harold is the green-eyed tawny owl you got earlier this year. Harry found it annoying that you named your owl after him.

But he looks just like you Harry! And not to mention, he’s great at catching treats mid air! Bet he can rival you as a seeker! You teased.

You did not just compare me to an owl y/l/n!

No you dimwit, I compared Harold to you and your flying skills. There’s a difference.

“So… what do you say?” Your voice brings him out of his trance.

“Yea, sure. You’re like the only few people Hedwig trusts anyway. How did you do that? He’s normally pretty skeptical.”

“Quality treats, Potter. You gotta know the good stuff.” Patting his shoulder. “I better get started, if I want the dress to arrive on time. See ya at dinner?”

~~~

“Ready for a night of pretentiousness?”

“I will be as long as I have you by my side.” Harry truthfully replied. “You look amazing by the way.” You’ve only received the dress in the morning mail, thank Merlin for magic or else the wrinkles on the dress would have still been present.

“You’re not too shabby yourself, Potter.” Returning the compliment, the dress robe now eons better than what he wore to the yule ball two years prior. “Although your collar is a bit floppy–here let me.”

Just as he was about to thank you, a voice cuts him off.

“Harry m’boy!” boomed Slughorn. “Ms. y/l/n. Is she your date?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well why don’t you look at that, two of my brightest students. Come in, come in, there’s so many people I’d like you to meet!” Beamed Professor Slughorn, already gripped onto Harry as he approached the group of scholars.

Harry seized your hand, dragging you along with him as he was afraid he would lose you in the crowd.

20 minutes into the conversation, Harry has tried exiting to no avail. “Professor, would you excuse us to get drinks.” Harry says, already ducking out.

“Sure my’boy— Tansby! Could you get Mr. Potter and Ms y/l/n here a glass of…” Professor Slughorn looked towards the waiter then to you.

“One Butterbeer and one pumpkin juice, please.” You requested, seeing that face scrunched up in annoyance at his another failed attempt at escaping.

You thank the waiter for the pumpkin juice. Taking a sip, you mumble into the glass loud enough only for Harry to hear. “Watch and learn.”

“Professor, I’m afraid I would have to steal Harry away. I’d like to get at least a dance in before it gets crowded.”

“Of course, my dear. Go ahead. I’ll meet up with you, Harry , later. We’ve got more people I’d like to introduce you to.”

With that, you place Harry’s half empty glass down and lead him by the hand towards the band.

Even from here, Professor Slughorn’s voice could be heard. “Oh look at that young love, reminds me of his parents.”

Harry wanted to learn more, did Slughorn have more memories of his parents? Were they part of the Slug Club? But there would be another time for that. Harry has no more energy to plaster a fake smile nor did he want to talk about something so personal with photographers and journalists around.

So instead, he concentrated on you. You were leading the dance, because the whole school knows what an awful dancer he is, he barely got by the yule ball routine for Merlin’s sake!

“How did you do that?”

“Huh?” Confusion sets on your face.

“How did you do that so effortlessly!” Harry asked again, his right hand briefly letting go of your waist, indicating towards the direction you just came from. “I’ve been trying to get us out of that awful kiss-ass of a circle for almost an hour! And you come with your first attempt and are successful!”

It was the first time since rumors of him being the ‘chosen one’, you’ve seen Harry relax. His shoulders aren’t in their normal tensed position and his eyes aren’t on full alert scanning the room over and over again.

“It’s easy really, find something that has no alternative.” You stated matter of factly, twisting his hair at the back of his neck. “You don’t expect for Professor Slughorn to take up my place and dance with you, now would he?”

“He might.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his remark, glad to see his sarcasm still intact.

It’s a nice change and you’ve decided to do everything you can to keep him this light at least for tonight.

“You’re staring.” Harry states, holding you to a stand still.

While your brain was running through scenarios on how to make this night unforgettable. Your physical self was lost in his green eyes.

The position you’re currently in is definitely not helping. Waltz music still playing in the air, couples slow dancing, yet here you both are frozen on the dance floor. Something has changed. One abrupt move could unleash the tension pent up inside.

Your hands are on his chest, his hands on your waist. Face close to each other’s, you can feel a hint of his each breath, no doubt he too could feel yours.

His eyes scanning your face. Your eyes darting around the room, internally pleading you can come up with a believable excuse than the cheesy truth.

His beating heart could be felt on your hands – it’s fast you noted, really fast.

“Umm uh you’ve got cake just about here.” You point to your mouth, having blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “You know what lemme get that for you, it’s quite distracting.”

Harry catches your arms after you wipe off the pretend cake crumb off the side of his lips. “Y/n we haven't eaten anything since we came here, so what’s been really on your mind?”

Having been caught, you wholeheartedly tell him the truth about your self made goal.

Harry, who has been feeling isolated and having not been able to spend much time with Ron and Hermione lately, had his perspective turned upside down.

He has been so tunnel visioned, that he hadn’t noticed that there are people around him that still care. That he is so caught up pinning over someone who is already with someone else, that he missed what is right in front of him.

“Y/n y/l/n, you are the coolest person I know. Be it on the quidditch field or in the halls, you never fail to brighten my day. Merlin, I didn’t know why stupid brain didn’t came up with the idea to immediately as you as my date. You’ve saved me from going insane at the party.”

“Date?” You quip, cutting him off his speech of you. You can listen to that later, but teasing him on his slip up, now that’s something you wouldn’t miss. “I thought we were going in as friends?”

Harry chuckled, he could feel his face getting redder by the second. “Yeah, about that..” Harry confession, closing his eyes as he leans his forehead against yours. Harry has battled numerous evil wizards without ever freezing up, yet here he is, even with his eyes shut, simply feeling your presence close is enough to make him go weak in the knees.

The atmosphere has changed, yes you’ve noticed that before. But now everything seems to fade away, the soft music is lost in the blur of the background.

All you see is him– Harry. With his hands wrapped around you, an expression of full vulnerability. He is still, but his pulse against your hand tells a different story. There is a smirk that you know all too well wanting to break through.

“About the favors..” Harry continued with a twinkle in his eyes. “I actually have another to add.”

A laugh left your lips before you could stop it, you play along with his antics “What is it, Golden Boy?”

“Do you want to be my date to Slughorn’s Christmas party?”

You pretend to roll your eyes, ultimately nodding.

“Not as friends of course.” Clarified Harry, as if that wasn’t clear enough.

~~~

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*Lucifer was so confused, he had mastered the spell to make it so Adam had both seed and eggs, but now he couldn’t find Adam, each time he came back to Eden Lilith would shrug and say she didn’t know where Adam was, it had been a month and a half until he realized where Adam was, he saw a family of lions Adam befriended gently carrying pieces of fruit Adam liked in their mouth walking to a cave, as he got closer he heard the most heartbroken crying*

Adam: Please stop bringing me so much food, Lilith said I became ugly because I eat too much. She said that I can only become beautiful again if I stop eating so much. I follow her strict rules, but she thinks I am going behind her back and am eating too much, so she will reduce how much I am allowed to eat. I barely eat anything now and I am still ugly, but it hurts so much now because I am hungry.

*Lucifer entered the cave and he looked in amazement, he wanted to fly off and rip all of her long hair off of her head for daring to say Adam was ugly, his body had somehow changed, it was so soft now, his body was chubby now and to Lucifer Adam had never been more beautiful than he was now*

Lucifer: Lilith lied to you, you are not, you are so beautiful.

*Adam looked up with tear filled eyes and started to back away from Lucifer*

Adam: Please don’t lie, I am ugly.

*Lucifer knelt and got closer to Adam as he gently caressed his body enjoying how soft it felt, he then started to place kisses all over his body*

Adam: You wouldn’t kiss my unless you loved my body, you really do think I am beautiful?

Lucifer: Yes, in fact you are more beautiful now than you were before. Let me feed you and once you are fed I use the spell on you.

*Adam nodded, Lucifer started by peeling an orange which was Adam’s favorite, he hand fed Adam pieces of orange, poor Adam was starving and ate two oranges from Lucifer’s hand, he then fed Adam a mango he cut for Adam, he didn’t stop until Adam ate all the food the lions brought him*

Lucifer: You must feel so much better now that you had all that good food. Don’t listen to Lilith anymore. Next time I come here from Heaven I am bringing you a sweet treat called chocolate

Adam: Is chocolate good?

Lucifer: Chocolate is very good, you will like it a lot. Are you ready for the spell?

Adam: Yes.

*Adam looked so cute and hopeful, Lucifer had Adam lay down and Lucifer spread Adam’s legs apart, the lions left him and Lucifer was able to chant the spell, Adam felt warmth in between his legs which went up to his abdomen, this warmth felt so good to Adam*

Adam internally: I am going to be able to carry a baby, I am going to have my Luci’s baby.

*Adam watched Lucifer and once he was done he snapped his fingers, his robes were removed and aside from the skin being white as snow, he looked like a man, he even had the body part the produced seed like Adam did, it was so big for someone short like Lucifer, it was also firm like how Adam’s part would get when he thought of Lucifer*

Adam: You are beautiful.

Eden Love Story AU

*there was once a beautiful gold city called Heaven ruled over by a benevolent being Yahweh or God as most people called him, he populated Heaven with beautiful beings of light called angels, his most prized angel was named Lucifer Morningstar, an angel he created when he plucked a star from the morning sky, but many angels noted that God was making a new world he called Earth and he filled Earth with many wonderful creatures, but they knew that there was something that was a mystery, something God declared would be his greatest creation, Lucifer wanted to meet this being who was already declared God’s greatest creation, Lucifer flew down to Earth and found himself in a garden even more beautiful than Heaven itself, he hid as he saw God walk through the garden that was called Eden, God then knelt at a patch dirt and dust which he started to mold in the shape of something that almost looked an angel but it wasn’t, in fact this being even more beautiful than any angel Lucifer had ever seen with soft tan skin and beautiful short brown, he flew closer to see this being and suddenly God willed this being to live and the started to breathe, the eyes of the being opened and landed on Lucifer, the eyes the most beautiful shade of honey brown and when the being looked Lucifer he smiled at him, that smile melted Lucifer’s heart, he wanted to be the reason why this being smiled, God saw Lucifer snuck into the garden and instead of lecturing Lucifer for sneaking into Eden, he gave Lucifer the privilege of naming the first human*

Lucifer: Since you were made from the Earth I shall give you the name Adam because you are a man of this Earth.

Adam: Adam, I like my name, what is your name?

Lucifer: My name is Lucifer Morningstar, I was created to be the Archangel of Light. May I come visit you, Adam?

*Adam stood up on unsteady legs, he started to fall, but Lucifer flew forward and caught him, Adam placed his head on Lucifer’s chest causing his heart to beat in a fast manner he wasn’t used to, God then created another human from the Earth who was different than Adam, but also his equal, God gave her the name Lilith*

Adam: I would love for to come here as often as you can.

*what Lucifer and Adam didn’t realize at this moment was that they first pair of soulmates, the perfect half for each other who were meant to lay with each other and start a family, this also planted the first dark seeds of anger and envy in Lilith’s heart seeing Adam happy like this and she vowed that she wouldn’t stop until she saw Adam suffer*

Adam was so confused, he didn't know what he did but Lilith didn't want much to do with him. He was told that she was his wife and that they were to make babies.

Whatever those are.

He didn't know where she would go but it made him feel lonely, but the feeling didn't last long when Lucifer came to visit him.

Adam: Luci! You came!

Lucifer chuckled: Of course I did Adam, I said so didn't I?

Adam: Yes, well I'm glad you're here now I want to show you something.

Adam took him by the hand and led him over to a pond where small yellow fluffy birds were in the water.

Adam: I call these ducks! Do you like them?

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