#and he couldn't help compliment merlin while he was at it

[fan-a-tink]

Today's edition of "Merthur interactions I think about daily"

Arthur & Merlin, 2.09 "The Lady of the Lake"

[expecto-kedavra]

The Healer, pt. 2

Heyo! Here's part two. My brain went down some rabbit holes while I was drafting, so it may steer away from the original idea, especially in future parts. Hope you still enjoy!

Pt. 1

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

Sebastian spent most of his time in the Undercroft. When he walked in, my heart sank. He looked even worse than when I last saw him, thinner, ragged. His cheeks were sunken and his eyes were bloodshot. I hoped to all things magical that this would help. "Hello, Sebastian." Ominis said nonchalantly. "Nice to see you here." I stifled a giggle. Sebastian glanced at Ominis, and made a small grunt in response. "You know, I never noticed before, but that shade of green really brings out your eyes. It compliments your skin tone quite nicely." Sebastian turned, and looked at Ominis. "Very funny. Now leave me be." It was at that moment that the sun shone in just well enough to brighten the dark room. Sebastian looked into Ominis' eyes. And Ominis looked back, grinning from ear to ear. Sebastian shot up. "Ominis. Can you see me?" he asked, peering into Ominis' eyes from different angles. "That I can. But with the state of your hair, I wish I couldn't." Sebastian let out a joyful cry and grabbed Ominis, dancing him around the Undercroft. I laughed, and joined in. "How? Why? Huh?" Sebastian rattled. "Miracle Tears." I said proudly. Proud of the potion, not the name. "Hmm. Name needs some work." Sebastian laughed, and my heart soared. It was amazing. It seemed that a glint of our old friend had returned. "Come, Ominis. We must show you the world!" He said, and looped his arms through ours. "Sebastian, wait. I believe this could heal Anne." I said. He froze. "After all that has happened." He said softly. "I would always give anything to have her healed. Even though she's left me." He straightened. "The time for that will come. Now, we need to show Ominis how unbearably ugly Duncan Hobbhouse is."

The day was filled with laughter and fun. Everyone we passed stared at us, confused. They had never seen Ominis so cheerful. Poppy and Natty stopped us in Hogsmeade. "Woah." Ominis blurted when Poppy ran up to us. "What?" She said defensively. "MERLIN OMINIS YOU'RE LOOKING AT ME!" She shouted, realizing that Ominis was looking at her and not above her. She got up on her tiptoes to stare into his eyes. Natty, Sebastian and I laughed at her behavior. "Yes, I am. I didn't quite expect you to be so...well, small." She placed her hands on her hips and glared up at him. "Just cause I am so happy for you, I will let it slide. This time" She said through gritted teeth. We all laughed and headed into the Three Broomsticks. Sirona was delighted to hear the news, and treated us to complimentary Butterbeer. "May you view the world with wonder and awe." she toasted, and we followed suit. It was wonderful to see Ominis so happy, but even better to see Sebastian's smile again. It had been so long, I had forgotten the sound of my old friends laugh, and it put me at ease knowing he was improving. I knew he was avoiding the Anne topic, but for now he deserved to be happy. He was able to show his best friend things he could only describe before, and I knew it was just as amazing for him as it was for Ominis.

We informed Professor Weasley of our wonderful news. She too was delighted to see my two best friends both happy. We returned to the Undercroft, and sat down by the triptych. Unfortunately, not all the professor's viewed our remarkable breakthrough with enough awe to give us less homework. As I opened my Astronomy notebook, my brain drifted to other topics. I knew that the Anne conversation had to come sooner or later. I hadn't spoken with her since Ominis and I visited her in Romania. Learning about dragons, she was. The truth was that she missed us all dearly, Sebastian most of all. But she knew what he had done, and was desperately trying to stick to her guns. She had taken to travelling the world in an attempt to learn more about it, saying it distracted her from the missing piece inside of her. The piece that was her brother. That was several months ago. This had to work. I didn't know if it would convince her to come back, to return to Hogwarts. I hoped it would, but I was unsure if it would heal the rift between her and Sebastian. "Can I meet the Unicorns?" Ominis' voice snapped me back to reality. "Well, technically you already have." Sebastian said sarcastically. Ominis glared back. "You know what I mean." I laughed. 'Of course! You'll need to thank Diana for her contribution." The three of us spent the next several hours in the Vivariums with Poppy. She'd never pass up a creature related adventure. She pointed out all the different and incredible features on each of the beasts, and Ominis was loving it.

Later that night, in the common room, Sebastian had an idea. "What if we healed Sharp's leg?" Ominis choked on the apple he was eating. "You despise Sharp!" He said, spitting out the chunk of fruit. "Well, yes, but maybe this would help him be a bit nicer!" It was a good idea. "I'll brew some more, if Helios and Diana are willing to share. For now though, let's get some rest." We all needed it. Ominis had been dragging us all across the Highlands, demanding to know what everything was. "Good idea." Sebastian agreed. As we climbed into our beds, Sebastian and I lay awake for a moment. "You know, I truly am sorry. You had every right to turn me in. I killed an innocent man." I could tell he truly felt the guilt. "Ha. You can make it up to taking Ominis to the Mooncalf Den in the Forest tomorrow. It's a full moon and he'd love to see them dance." I knew that he knew that wasn't enough. It would be for now. He agreed with a laugh, and said good night. I sat there, thinking about his words. Killed an innocent man. Innocent. Something felt off with that. I shoved the thought to the back of my head and drifted off into sleep.

[theroundbartable]

@groundbreakingdot872

Arthur would never admit it out loud, but he often invented reasons to take Merlin out for a drink.

Now, he couldn't do it as much. After all, a King cannot be seen buying drinks for his servant (as he used to tell Merlin back when Uther was King and a rule he threw out the window the moment he himself had assumed the throne). But it was fine if he bought the drinks for all his knights as well, if they just weren't alone.

The first time Arthur had taken Merlin out for a drink had been a surprise on many layers. A) he had not planned to buy them drinks, but he'd lost a bet against Gwaine. B) He'd assumed Merlin was a regular at the tavern but the man couldn't drink more than a cup of wine before he was dancing on a table. And C) his final dilemma, Merlin kept complimenting him.

Okay, to be fair, not just Arthur. He was complimenting everyone. He told Gwaine about his pretty hair and Lancelot about his pretty eyes and Gwen about her perfect skin and Morgana about her make-up skills and Elyan about his empathy and Percival about his strength and Mordred - okay, Merlin had never complimented Mordred. But he'd complimented Leon's cooking skills. Which was strange, Arthur didn't even know Leon could cook.

The point was, Merlin always, always ended up complimenting Arthur, and Arthur kept melting whenever it happened. A drunk Merlin didn't know personal space, didn't have any inhibitions. He always somehow ended up sitting half in Arthur's lap, grabbing him by his chin and sparkling like crazy as he complimented Arthur to his face. It felt like Merlin were counting Arthur's freckles, the number of hair on his eyelashes, the pulsing beat of his heart. "You're beautiful" Was a sentence that paled to the look alone that Merlin gave him and still, he wouldn't stop telling Arthur how pretty he was.

Arthur shouldn't be instigating these moments as often as he did. But he couldn't help doing it. He loved Merlin that close to him, his devotion evident with every brush of their touching skin, only inches away from kissing each other.

And today, today Arthur was on it again. Downing shot after shot in order to prepare himself so he could deal with what he believed inevitable to come. Merlin was busy talking with Gwaine, but also drinking wine from time to time and Arthur could feel that moment approaching. He grew lightheaded with each drink, his mind filling with anticipation and hope and all those things he never dared to name sober.

It got later and later in the evening. People already leaving, his knights saying goodnight and Arthur was way beyond the point of tipsy while Merlin remained surprisingly formal with everyone.

It didn't dawn on Arthur until his seventh drink that Merlin must not have been drinking alcohol at all, if Arthur's vision doubled while Merlin remained static and fine.

"I think you've had enough, Arthur. We should leave. You have a tournament tomorrow, remember?"

Arthur's world focused on Merlin's lips, everything else a faint memory in his mind. "Why are you not drunk?" He slurred, surprising himself with how normal his voice sounded.

"I had water. I have a long day tomorrow and don't want to be hungover. Last time you nearly killed me for sleeping in, remember?"

"'d never kill you." Arthur responded blurrily. "Luv' ya too much for that." He closed his eyes, feeling tired all of a sudden.

"What did you say?" How had they ended up outside? The cold wind was brushing through Arthur's hair, cooling his heated skin. Merlin was grinning amusedly. It looked pretty. Merlin always looked so pretty.

"I like you better drunk." Arthur accused half heartedly, realising faintly that Merlin was the only reason why he wasn't already falling right on his face. "Like it when ya compliment me."

Merlin had stopped them, his brows furrowing. "Is that why you keep filling me up at taverns? Because I can't shut up when I'm drunk?" Pink spread adorably around his nose.

"You like my eyes." Arthur grinned at him, teasing him.

"You like it when I'm drunk because I say your eyes are pretty?" Merlin snorted, nearly overbalancing Arthur when he stumbled over nothing.

"You're pretty." Arthur said, somehow not following their conversation, revelling in Merlin's touch. "And I love you very much." He found himself laughing. It sounded ridiculous out loud. Never mind that it was true, it was weird to hear it coming from himself. It was unheard of, basically illegal.

"Arthur, are you okay?" Merlin asked, suddenly sounding worried. "You're too drunk. Gods, you'll have my head for this tomorrow." Merlin sighed and pulled Arthur forwards.

"I'm tryin' to make you kiss me. You always look like you wanna kiss me." Arthur wondered at Merlin's reddening cheeks. "Wish, ' cld tell yu. You'd look so good in a crown." The end of that conversation slurred after that.

When Arthur woke up the next day, he had no recollection of the night, only a vague image of Merlin staring at him with wide eyes that had captured the sky.

Send me a standard fanfiction trope and make me fuck it up.

I have no idea what to write, but my brain likes to do weird shit over normal stuff.

[rabbit-reveries]

— 𝑩eing Neville’s Mommy

Just a little something on loving our very shy, very clumsy, very adorable boy

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Mommy!Reader

Warnings: Not smut, but there are mentions of sex

If you had to pick a sole reason why you'd fallen in love with Neville Longbottom, it'd be his adorable innocence - the way he blushes and looks away when given compliments, how his hand shakes when reaching to touch yours, and oh, how precious he is when holding back sounds. You can't help but want to protect him from all that is ill and bad in the world, so they can't ever tarnish the halo of light your lover has floating above his head. You can't help but want to save him from all, take care of him, and keep him as your perfect baby boy. Staring into Neville's blue eyes, are your urges so wrong? It's all for his own good, isn't it? You brush a lock of hair away from his sight and cup his cheeks.

"What is it? Do- do I have something in my face?" the boy asks, self-conscious under your gaze.

You smile sweetly and peck his lips. "It's nothing, baby. I was just admiring you."

"Oh."

He looks down at the floor, but one of his hands envelops yours, an action you take as a sign to go on. "Look at me," you say, the command so soft one might mistake it for a request. Obedient as always, your baby follows. "You don't even realize how perfect you are, do you?"

Neville leans into your touch, face red with the compliment and eyes watery with a sadness you took quite a while to understand. "That's... I'm hardly perfect... I'm not that tall, not that intelligent, or even fit. I don't even know why someone like you bothers with someone like me."

"Hey, don't ever say that again. I love you, truly. You're the loveliest angel in all Heaven and in all Earth." you stroke his cheek with the hand that isn't under his. "You've been through so much, baby... You deserve to have someone take care of you. I'm just doing my best to be that person."

"Is it selfish if I say I want you to take care of me?"

"No, not at all." you grin.

You lean in to capture his lips in a sweet kiss, and he reciprocates with neediness, something not foreign to you. Your hands are still where they've been this short amount of time, but his pull at your blouse, drawing you closer to him. You play along, and soon you're sitting on his lap, taking off your bra for him - Neville never quite learned how to unhook bras. He fumbles a bit while trying to unzip your skirt, in too much of a hurry to pay attention to what he's doing.

"What's gotten into you? Baby's that horny?" you question, laughing at the way he bites his lip as if he's doing some strenuous work.

He pulls back from the zipper like the fabric of your skirt has suddenly become poisonous. "Why? Do you... Do you think it's gross that... I kind of want... it...?"

"Absolutely not! I find it really enticing, actually. I just want to know why you're hasting today."

He bites his lip again. "I don't know, I just wanted to thank you for always taking care of me. I've never had someone... Do stuff for me, or to me, before. And you're always there, even when we're not in bed. I... I guess it kind of turns... me... on...? Knowing I can rely on you is really hot, for some weird reason."

You stare at him, not knowing what to say. He's just so cute you're at a loss for words. Oh God, that's it. You're keeping that boy in a jar so no one can mess with him ever again.

"Why- why aren't you saying anything? Oh, Merlin, did I gross you out? I did, didn't I?" he rushes, jumping to conclusions like he usually does, and tries to get you to leave his lap.

You hold his hands in place, right where they should always be, on the sides of your hips. "Neville, you couldn't gross me out if you tried. I was just in awe, thinking how deep in love with you I am."

[imdoingitareyou]

lab rat – agent whiskey sex pollen

warnings: dubious consent (its sex pollen, what do you expect?), Jack calling reader ‘baby’, flirting, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, angst (yes, I did manage to fit some angst into a sex pollen just because it's me and I'm a whore for angst), and then it just ends because hey why not.

summary: i dont even know...

author's note: i'm sorry...? ah who am i kidding, no i am not sorry.

dt's: @love-affair-with-fandoms @random--fandoms

–

“The Chinese corporation really recommended we put this shit in our whiskey,” Jack explained, gesturing for you to enter the room first. You did, and found yourself staring at the only real attraction: a window into a room where there was a bed and table and nothing else. You felt like a detective again, looking into the interrogation room you'd just stepped out of. But you'd have time to reminisce later...

Your head turned and you raised a brow to the man with the cowboy hat. “That's great, I think, but what the fuck's this all gotta do with me?”

“We...” he inhaled slowly, “need someone to test it on. Apparently, they were quite adament it was only for human consump-”

“Hold on,” you said quickly, holding up a finger and pointing it at him. “What, I look like a fucking lab rat to you now?”

“No!” Agent Whiskey's head shook and he took a step forward slowly. You didn't move your finger, and it pressed into his chest ever so slightly before he lifted his hand and wrapped his fingers around the index finger. “No, not at all... But, if you were, you'd be the most gorgeous lab rat there ever was.”

“That's not the compliment you think it is, Jack,” you sighed softly. “I don't know if I can do this.”

“I'll be in there with you the whole time. And we'll be monitored by Ginger through this glass the entire time. And our across-the-pond contacts will be here via conference. Look, far as we're aware... it's safe. And if it ain't, we got everything to keep anything from happenin' to ya.”

“Jack...”

“You don't have to do it,” he said softly, releasing your finger from his hold and instead bringing his palm to caress your cheek. “Nobody is forcing you to do this, sweetheart. But I know you can handle yourself.”

“If something goes wrong...”

“I have your back. Always.”

–

Soon enough, you were on the other side of the glass, sat on the edge of the bed whilst someone in a white, Colonel Sanders-looking suit set up the equipment you couldn't yet see. Your foot tapped against the floor repeatedly with every shake of your leg and Whiskey had noticed this, from his leaning position on the wall opposite the end of your bed.

He sighed softly and moved toward you, sitting at your side and soon enough planting his palm on your knee. “It's going to be okay. I promise.”

His words comforted to you, as much as they could, but there was still some inkling of fear in your stomach. You trusted Jack, of course, but you didn't trust this, or the Chinese and their ‘生長’ product––whatever the fuck that meant anyway. You weren't even certain anybody at Statesman was aware of the real translation of it, and this didn't help much with your worries.

The way Jack rolled his thumb over your knee did, though.

The door closed loudly and there came the sound of it being locked shut, as was protocol. You knew that, and had even expected it, but the clang still had the ability to shock you, somehow, so much so that you jolted back slightly.

Jack brought his fingers up to the rim of his aviators, and tapped it twice lightly, asking, “We ready to go, Ginger?”

“Uh, just one moment...” she hesitated, he heard a click, and then her voice: “Yes. Kingsman's here, too, now. Hello, Merlin.”

“Good evening, Ginger,” came that strong Scottish accent.

And then the one from the Londoner: “Afternoon. Yes, I am here too––hold your applause.”

Her brows furrowed momentarily, while Whiskey had already shrugged it off that it was the time differences: for you, it was an hour before midday, for them it would've been around five.

You glanced to Jack and then to the little pot that had been planted onto the table, then back to him. He nodded, and told you quietly, “It's alright, baby, you take your time.”

Inhaling slowly, you brought yourself to your feet, and carried yourself to the side of the table. You leaned over it slightly, peering into small pot. You remained there for a moment, gazing at it, while Whiskey did something similar with your figure. He leaned back against his palms, putting all his weight on them, and his straightened-out forearms as he admired the way you were practically bent over the desk.

He blinked and snapped himself out of it with such, and a quiet throat-clearing from Ginger, before standing and approaching you. His palms settled on your waist and he leaned over your shoulder, watching the still pot, and the few, lilac leaves inside of it.

He hummed, “Ginger, what did the Chinese say to do with it?”

“Eat it,” she responded hastily, “or inhale it. Or, if it's in its liquid form, drink it.”

“Yes, thank you, I think we get the picture,” Jack stated sharply.

Ginger took in a short breath, nodded: “Right.”

“Sorry, I-” he cut himself off when he observed you swallow all three of the petals in a second. “They say anything about dosage?”

“Just that with each petal, the effects increased.”

“Every time I hear more about these guys,” Whiskey inhaled, “the more it sounds like they're just fucking with us.”

Your head turned rapidly then and you faced him with a worried stare.

Jack's eyes softened and he assured, “Oh, no, I didn't mean... you've got nothing to worry about. I'm right here, okay?”

“I know,” you nodded. “I'm sorry, I'm just not used to this...” your eyes suddenly filled with terror as you watched him and your entire body felt heavy suddenly. “Jack? I don't think...”

The petals seemed to be taking their effect, because your head dropped, as if you'd lost all control of your neck muscles, and your words trailed away.

Jack srpang forward, grabbed hold of your shoulders quickly, said loudly, “Ginger, what the fuck's happening?” Ginger?!”

“I don't know, it seems she's...”

“What?” he growled, “Ginger, what?!”

“Her pulse has slowed significantly,” Ginger stated as she read off the screen on her right, on which there was the stars of both yourself and Jack's BP, BPM, and other vitals. “Get her on the bed. Whiskey, do it now.”

He swept you up and held your limp body in his strong arms. As he carried you to the bed, he cooed, “It's going to be okay, baby. I'm right here, I've got you. You're going to be okay.”

It was then that Merlin announced, “I researched the Chinese company; there's nothing about lilac petals.”

“Couldn't have been a scam, could it?” Eggsy asked.

“No!” Whiskey boomed, the backs of his fingers running slowly down your cool forehead. He was breathing heavily as you did the opposite. “No, they wouldn't have been able to just find our information. It was them.”

“I'm trying to reach them now,” Ginger declared, and the three men could hear some distant typing.

“Wait,” Whiskey said. “Wait. She's... she's waking up.” He leaned down toward you, and told: “Sweetheart, do you know where you are?”

“Yes, Jack,” you breathed out. “Fuck, it's hot. It's so hot. I need to... Can I- oh! Oh, fuck. My... Jack, it hurts. Please. Jack, please!”

“Ginger!” he had no capacity to wait now, as his thumb ran along your temple. “Get those Chinese fuckers on the phone right now! Find out what's happening to her. Now! She's hurt. She says it hurts.”

“Whiskey, I'm hearing the same things you are,” Ginger stated, somehow sounding calm even in all this.

Merlin chipped in, “It's late for them, Whiskey. Really late. They might not-”

“Merlin, I don't give two shits whether the world is ending for them! I don't care about their beauty sleep, or your voice of reason, I care about her! And I want them on the phone now!”

Whiskey groaned and pulled the aviators from his eyes, crunching them in the large palm of his hand before tossing them against the white wall on his left. He frowned, turning his eyes back down to your red face and plump lips.

“Well, you're in luck,” Ginger mused through the intercom system that had been set up in the room. “It's connecting.”

Jack looked up toward the mirror that revealed his red eyes and tightened jaw, said, “I want to know everything.”

“Of course. Just keep her awake; that's our best bet right now.”

Jack nodded and averted his eyes once more to you. He whispered, “It's okay, baby. It's going to be okay. Can you hear me?”

His eyes were training on yours, and you felt weak, empty, everywhere apart from where his thumb was on your thigh. You nodded your response, your mouth gaping, refusing to close, while his deep brown eyes didn't stop their advances on yours. You managed out a quiet, breathy, “Fuck... me...”

Jack hadn't caught it, and leaned down toward you slightly. He'd always enjoyed the little touches you offered him, and the glances and whispers, but now, to you, his chest brushing against yours was the most perfect thing, despite the simmering sensation that lingered and actually stung s little.

“Say that again for me, beautiful?” Jack hummed gently, his ear by your lips.

This time, it came out with a moan, soft and faint, but there––definitely there. His eyes widened and Jack shook his head rather quickly, as he moved backward.

Your eyes heavied and your heart sunk because of this, and you pleaded, frowning: “Please, Jack! Please. Please, please, please. I could make you feel good. I could!”

“It's a matter of personal principal;” Jack informed. “you're not in your right mind.”

“I've never been in a righter mind, Jack! Can't you see it? Can't you just see how horny I am, for you?”

“No,” he shook his head stiffly.

“Then maybe you should feel it,” you urged, grabbing hold of his arm instinctively and dragging his hand toward your throbbing cunt. “Go on. I know you want to. Feel me, like your cock tells you to. I'm so wet, feel how wet I am. I'm just waiting for you to tear me open. Would you do that?”

Jack yanked his hand back. “Any other time, I would jump at the offer, but look at you; this isn't what you are, sweet girl. I won't take advantage of you.”

“So, don't. So, just use me, instead. Let me be your toy. You can spank me, spit in my mouth, fuck me. Whatever you want, cowboy. I'm all yours.”

He hated himself for it, but with each of these crude, perverted images you planted in his mind, Jack's cock throbbed harder and fought against the briefs beneath the dark denim he wore.

You spread your legs, and began lifting up your skirt slowly. “Come on. Take me.”

His hand landed on yours and Jack used the hold to push you down against the bed, while his knees pressed against the bed on either side of your legs, forbidding you from opening them any wider. “Not like this.”

“C'mon,” you groaned, bucking your hips upward in the hopes of being able to make even the slightest bit of contact with the bulge in his jeans. You thought (in your drunk-on-lust state) that you might've been able use that to trigger him into fucking you so hard that your legs would shake and ache, until you wouldn't be able to use them for the rest of the day.

“Jack, can you hear me?” came Ginger's voice. “I just got off with the Chinese. They said that the only way to relieve the body of the petal's poison, is through... orgasm. She has to cum. And unless it's the first person that they laid their eyes on first after consuming the petal, or if it takes too long, the... arousal will kill her.”

“What?!” he called out.

“She will die.”

“I know what kill means. Ugh, fucking Chinese fuckers... okay, how long do I have?”

“An hour.”

“Okay. You may want to leave the room, unless you want to see this.”

“Not particularly,” Ginger nodded. She shut down the computer systems and clicked off the button that allowed sound to enter and exit the one-direction-window test room. She deactivated the glass so that all it was on both sides was a mirror and left to distract her mind with some trivial task for a few hours.

“Well,” Jack exhaled slowly, looking at you, burning your skin with his gaze and his touch, “it looks like you're getting what you wanted.”

You moaned out, “Ugh, just fuck me!”

Without hesitation then, Jack yanked down the little red panties and left them at your ankles before rapidly inserted a digit into your cunt. You exhaled slowly, in response to the momentarily-helpful release, but it wasn't long––only seconds, in fact––before you were once more overcome by that insatiable, inhuman desire that seemed to make your blood bubble. Your mind was clouded, and all that was left amid the fog was your thoughts of Jack, that you for so long had pushed down and refused to release. And now they were and, beneath the horny surface, you were terrified.

“Good girl,” Jack said softly, able to calm you slightly, though you didn't at all seem that way. “Is that better?”

“More...” you panted, “I need more.”

Jack tilted his head, retorted, “Now, is that anyway to talk to me? You should be a little more... grateful!” He punctuated the final word with a loud grunt as he instantly added another two fingers to the mix. “There. Is that better? Hmm? You like it rough? What if I bent you over that table, put my cock in this tight little pussy of yours? Would you like that?”

“Yes!” you couldn't help but spit out the words. “Oh, yes! Please. Fuck me. Bend me over. Do it. Take me however you want. I'm yours. Take me now.”

“Be patient.”

A groan escaped your lips, but it soon faded into a moan when his fingers curled, reaching that perfect spot within you. As he worked the point that made you continually gasp and whimper for him, he lifted his thumb and used it to locate your clit. Once he'd found the sensitive nerve-bundle, he wasted no time in building you up to the point of your orgasm. You toes clenched and in your stomach there was a huge knot, just waiting to be untied by the one little move the both of you knew you needed so badly.

Your words of pleading were hardly coherent, and still Jack refused to answer them, even with a simple dismissal of allowing you to cum so soon. He told you to be patient, and was determined to enforce it like that was his job. His fingers slowly curled from their point deep within you, and he bit his lip as you moaned and gasped, begging him for more.

He liked to be in control, and to see you like this. But he knew it was the petals and the petals only that had made you so... unhinged. And he hated how this was happening, even if it was so only to save your life.

You clung to his back, nails digging into his skin even through the thin tee he wore. He grunted slightly and, unable to deny you it much longer, pushed his fingers all upward rapidly. This, along with the circles he hadn't ceased to draw on and around your clit, was enough to tip you over the edge, to make you scream.

And oh, you did scream. You'd found your release and called out his name and the knot was loosened, yet you clung to him and still found yourself craving more.

Jack looked at you, asked, “That any better?”

You shook your head and felt no problem with voicing the remnants of your desires: “No. Jack, I still want you to fuck me. Give me your cock. I bet it's massive. I bet you would stretch me out so fucking much, but I want it. Please.”

He shook his head and stood slowly, while tears began to fall from your eyes, and it seemed your condition was only getting worse with each touch of him you were allowed. But you begged nontheless: “Please, Jack... it's- oh, fuck, it's not...”

“You need my cock?” he hummed, looking down at you over the curve of his nose. There was a thin layer of sweat covering every inch of you, and you were gasping and moaning still. He leaned down and wiped the tears away. “Then, I will give it to you, baby.”

He lifted the tee over his head and unbuckled his belt, pulling it out through the loops with a furious speed, tossing it to the side and watching as your eyes didn't once falter from their goal of needing to see his cock. He was definitely hard now, from the gorgeous sounds you made, from the way you had cum so nicely around his fingers, which already seemed to half-fill you. His cock would be a struggle.

When he lowered his jeans and the tent in the white briefs he wore was visible, you could feel your mouth watering. You were right, as far as you knew: he was massive. But you had no capacity to worry about how he would fit into you, just when.

Once'd he'd shed the final layer of clothing, you bit your lip. His hand wrapped around it and he pumped it a few times, and you realised that, before, he hadn't even been completely hard. But now? Now, he was, and he probably could've broke you with the thing in his palm. You hoped so.

“D'you like it rough... or d'you like it gentle?”

You breathed out, “Table.”

“I'll take that as rough, then,” he pulled you over to the table and wasted no time in bending you over it.

He hiked up your skirt and inserted his finger into your dripping cunt. He groaned slightly as he moved the digit backward and forward slightly, gathering on the fingertip that made you writhe what was left of your cum. He dragged his finger out as quickly as he'd put it in, leading you to let out a whine. Leaning over you, his cock pressing against the small of your back, his hand was in front of your face.

“Taste it,” he ordered.

You didn't hesitate before wrapping your lips around the long finger on which there was your own cum. Jack's eyes darkened slightly as your hand took his and forced his finger further into your mouth. You sucked it almost violently, loving the taste of him, and the roughness of his skin beneath the layer of your juices.

“Good girl,” he nodded. “I'm going to fuck you now.”

“Please,” you moaned against the finger that you refused to release from your mouth.

Jack inhaled slowly, unable to think of anything but how wrong this was, and how much he wanted you anyway. He must've been the worst person ever. He hated how his cock was throbbing against your burning skin, and how he would be ball-deep inside of your desperate cunt soon enough.

He moved back, his finger still in your mouth, and when he pushed himself up against you again, his cock pulsed rapidly, surrounded by the dripping walls of your pussy, which clenched. His jaw did the same when he thrust himself into your tight little hole. Your mouth opened and your moan was close enough to a scream then. He stopped.

“You okay, baby?”

“Yes!” you insisted. “Do that again.”

He had to, anyway, since he wasn't even halfway inside of you. With one hand on your hip and one still the victim of your relentless efforts of tasting him, he steadied himself and thrusted once more. You seemed more accustomed to his significant length and width already so he began to move his hips, tightening his grip on yours, probably leaving marks.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He pulled out and left no time for you to even think of complaining before reinserting himself. “Oh, God, you're so fucking tight, baby.”

He continued pounding into you, while your hands abandoned his and instead were planted on the cool, metal table beneath you, that Jack was currently fucking you into. Your moans and gasps were loud, and you were unable to even tell him to go faster, or further, because it was perfect, and opening your mouth only allowed the unholy noises to deepen. You could feel him in every inch of you, and never wanted the sensation to end, as your body seemed to cool in response to his touch. You could hardly see past the cloud of smoke that was the weird Chinese drug, and even when you managed it, all there was, was that sweet, pleasurable bliss provided to you by Jack.

Behind you, Jack was grunting, filling your ears with his contented sounds of approval, while your moans sunk into his brain, amidst the silent worry that this was wrong, that you might not even remember it, that he never wanted his first night with you to be like this. His eyes opened and he looked through his, thick dark eyelashes at the mirror, in which he gathered a better view of your gorgeous face. You were muttering something, he could tell, by your plump, red lips.

Suddenly, he stopped, and bunched up your hair in his fist, using the softness to pull you back toward him. He was lodged deep inside of you, and he said, lowered voice clinging to your burning neck: “What is it, baby? Want me to stop?”

“No,” you choked on the word in your rapid desperation. “No, don't stop, I...” you blinked harshly, and soon stared into the mirror, watching his dark eyes, expectant yet patient. Those very eyes latched onto yours and you exhaled heavily. There was a moment––a single moment––when he looked at you, of clarity, and you spurted out, “I love you.”

He buried his lips in your neck, kissing and nipping lightly as he mumbled, “Oh, baby, I wish that were true.”

“It is. I'm not lying. Why- why would I lie?”

“You're not... in your own head right now.”

Your eyes sunk. The smoke screen was gone in an instant. He didn't believe you. Or maybe he just didn't want to. Because he didn't love you too. You urged in your sudden, aching coherence, “I mean it. Jack, I mean it. Please believe me, it's not the- the drug or anything, it's just... you. It's the truth. You have to believe me, please, just believe me.”

Your voice was shaking by then and Jack could've sworn your skin had cooled beneath his lips. He pulled back slightly, turning your head with two fingers so your eyes looked only into his.

“Good. 'Cause I fucking love you too.”

Your eyes may as well have been entirely black, when he gazed into them, and saw your pupils so blown that it looked like a health problem. You could only smile. “It doesn't... hurt anymore, Jack. I think it's... wearing off.”

Jack stood still. “Do you want me stop?”

“No, but, um...” you lowered your voice to a mere whisper, “this table's not the most comfortable. Could we...” you glanced to the bed and he nodded.

“Of course,” he smiled, and pressed a gentle kiss against your cheek. “Anything for you, baby.”

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Part 4: A Test

Pairing: Druig x Reader

Summary: **** (SPOILERS) **** AU where all the remaining Eternals stay on earth. You are a sorcerer like Doctor Strange and have been working as his assistant since Thanos’ downfall. Doctor Strange has been keeping close watch over the Eternals after the Celestial emerged from the ocean.

Genre: Adventure / Fluff / Angst

Word Count: 2900

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Epilogue

“You’re going to a party?” Doctor Strange crossed his arms over his chest. Your phone screen couldn’t accurately capture the extent of his disapproval, but the video call would just have to do. Although your mentor did threaten to use the sling ring to come talk to you in person, you convinced him that a personal visit wasn’t a wise idea. What if you were being watched? So just like Druig had check in calls with Sersi every morning, you had calls with Doctor Strange every night. Tonight, your phone was propped on the window sill as you got ready for the party.

“Yes, I told you that yesterday. Besides… what could go wrong at a party?” You asked with a sly smile. In truth, Doctor Strange had been sending you mildly worried texts ever since you told him about your meeting with Modredus. It had only been a day and a half since you sat at the cafe with him, but that was plenty of time for your mentor to fret over every possible way this plan could go wrong.

With a sigh, you slipped your sling ring and Merlin ring onto your fingers, the final touches on your evening outfit. You took a step away from your phone to look in the large mirror in your room.

“You look nice,” Doctor Strange said in a tone you hadn't heard before. He quickly added, “but you need to make sure you’re careful. You need to make sure your mental shields are raised. Don’t rely on the Eternal for your safety. If Modredus senses something is wrong, you’ll be the first to get hurt. Remember, you’re going to be with him for a while if everything goes according to plan.” You rolled your eyes and picked up your phone from the window sill. Your mentor was still talking but you were only listening with one ear. You used your free hand to open the window just a little bit. The cool night air felt good. The starry sky was difficult to see with the city lights below, but you enjoyed this city more at night. There was a small part of you that was excited for the evening.

A knock on your bedroom door interrupted Doctor Strange. You called out that it was safe to enter your room. Druig came in slowly, head ducked slightly.

You looked him over as he walked in and hoped that your face remained neutral. He looked good. He looked very good.

“Will you be ready to go soon?” Druig asked after a moment.

“Is that Druig?” Doctor Strange asked from your phone. “He’s up late.” You smiled as Druig hung his head. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was laughing.

In truth, Druig was trying to hide the warm flush in his cheeks. He had expected you to dress up for the evening, but he still hadn’t prepared himself for seeing you in the well fitted dress. He wanted to compliment you but he worried that this wasn't the time. As he listened to you finish your conversation with Doctor Strange, Druig couldn't help but imagine what a night out with you would be like - what a real date would feel like. You laughed at something Doctor Strange said and Druig wondered what he would have to do to make you laugh like that.

“You’ll keep an eye on y/n?” Doctor Strage looked at Druig through the phone. Druig took a few steps closer to you, standing so that his face appeared over your shoulder. He nodded to the doctor and caught a whiff of your- was that perfume? Druig tried not to inhale too deeply as he listened to the doctor speak.

“She’s a trouble maker, though,” Druig said, glancing at you. He was delighted to hear your little cry of disbelief. You muttered something about hypocrites and Druig let out a low chuckle as you pushed him away from you. As you moved, a small pouch of your strange yellow powder fell to the floor. It must have been in a pocket, Druig guessed. He knelt to pick it up but you quickly brushed him away.

“I got it,” you muttered. You held the phone in one hand and picked up the pouch with the other.

“Is everything oaky?” The doctor asked through the phone. He was looking at Druig but you spoke first.

“Yeah, just dropped my ring.” You smiled at your mentor.

Why is she lying to him? Druig wondered. He took another look at the sack of powder in your hand and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Druig will keep a close eye on me,” you said to the doctor, “and I will stick to him like glue. I promise. Besides, my fiance just can’t get enough of me.” Druig rolled his eyes and was pretty sure Doctor Strange gagged a little.

“Hardly,” Druig mumbled. You only smiled at him and continued to talk to your mentor. Druig wondered if you recognized the lie for what it was.

He found himself smiling once more as you prattled on. For him, the past five days had been alarmingly comfortable. You didn’t push him to talk when he wanted to be silent and - despite the banter that the two of you had - you knew how to take a joke. Druig liked that you could take care of yourself, too. Over the past few days, he had noticed that you surveyed the rooms that you entered and discreetly searched every corner for danger. You slept lightly, judging by the ever present dark marks under your eyes. You noticed small details he often missed. He had no doubt that you were a good spy, a clever witch. As long as you weren’t leaving a trail of little green plants in your wake.

“Ready for a night out?” You asked after you ended the call with Doctor Strange. You tucked a small dose of the yellow powder into a discrete pocket and Druig watched you twist the Merlin ring on your finger.

"Don't be nervous," Druig pulled your hand away from your ring. He let his hand drop but he didn't release his grip on your wrist. His arm fell to his side, fingers tangled in yours. Your skin was unexpectedly soft. His eyes watched your face as you looked down at his hand holding yours. He heard the cool night breeze rush in from the open window but he only felt your warm finger tips close around his hand. He heard his breath stop as you took a half step toward him, eyes still on the ground.

"Don't tell me what to do," you finally managed, speaking so softly Druig wondered if he had imagined your voice. He sucked in a breath as your smiling face looked back up at him. The breeze blew a few strands of your hair across your face. He could have watched the tiny lines dance along your cheek all night.

Druig's eyes followed the fingers from your free hand as they tucked the loose hair strands behind your ear.

"Tell me what you want to do then, little witch," Druig dared to say. It was more of a question than a command. What did you want? Could it be the same thing Druig found himself wanting?

"If we dance tonight," you began slowly, "you have to lead. I'm a horrible dancer." Truth be told, Druig wasn't a great dancer either. He once braved a ball in Versailles, but he was no match for the men of the court. Still, Druig suddenly found himself embolden by something. Maybe it was the cold breeze or it could have been the evening lights from the window or perhaps it was the way you were looking at him.

Druig slid one hand around your waist, pulling your body against his. He lifted your hand up as if the two of you were about to begin a waltz.

"Can you sing?" Druig asked but you shook your head. Ah, he could take a hint. He almost let you go but then he found your other hand resting on his upper arm. The two of you stood like that, waiting for music that wasn't going to come.

As if breaking some kind of spell, Druig felt you shiver in his arms. He pulled himself away from you, leaving you to rub your hands along your arms for warmth.

“Should I grab a jacket for you?” Druig took a step toward your suitcase, but you shook your head.

“No, I just skipped my evening drink of something warm. I’ll get one at the party,” you answered. Druig raised a skeptical eyebrow and closed the bedroom window.

"You're drinking tonight?" Druig asked, trying to shake off the strange feeling he couldn't name.

“Don’t worry, mom,” you chided, “I promise not to drink too much, and I’ll just steal my date’s jacket if I get too cold.” You smiled and tucked your hands into your pockets. Your laugh seemed stiff and Druig remembered that you pocketed some of the yellow powder earlier. He assumed you must be taking the yellow powder along so you could slip some into your drink.

“Just promise to behave, my clever witch,” Druig smirked. You rolled your eyes but as you took a graceful step towards him, he silently held his arm out for you. You pulled a fresh clover from your Merlin ring and tucked it into Druig’s lapel. He found himself hoping that you’d stay close to him all night.

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When you and Druig arrived at the hotel, he was surprised by how loud everything was. This was no ball in Versaille. The lobby seemed to shake to the beat of a strong base from the biggest speakers Druig had ever seen. The room was crowded with people of all ages who danced and talked in dimly lit corners. If Druig felt a little uncomfortable, you were even less comfortable. Your grip on his arm tightened and you pressed yourself into his side a little more. Druig could feel your sling ring and dragon ring through the fabric of his jacket.

Thankfully, the two of you were saved from looking for Modredus. Almost as soon as you entered the overwhelming hotel lobby, Drug heard a voice from behind him. With the music so loud, Druig didn’t hear what was said, but he recognized Modredus nonetheless. The tall man seemed to only have eyes for you. His hair was styled out of his eyes and his sleeves covered most of the tattoos. Druig tightened his hold on your arm as Modredus smiled at you with all his teeth. Indeed, when he spoke, it was only to you. Again, Druig found himself pulling you even closer to him as Modredus smiled down at you.

Before Druig could convince you otherwise, you began to follow Modredus. You dragged him alongside you by the grip you had on his arm. Druig allowed himself to be pulled through the crowded room, determined not to leave your side. He watched as you subtly looked for the exits while you trailed behind Modredus.

Finally, after descending a set of stairs and taking several turns down a quieter hallway, Modredus lead you and Druig into a conference room. There was a round table in the center of with three large rectangles covered by dark blankets. In every corner of the room was a large, armed guard.

“Before we can work together,” Modredus began, “I have a test for you, gorgeous.” Druig scowled as Modredus folded himself into a plush seat by the table.

“I don’t recall agreeing to work with you, Mr. Modredus.” You replied.

“You’re here, aren’t you?” Modredus waved a casual hand around the room.

“Let’s go,” Druig huffed. For the first time, Modredus deigned to look at Druig.

“And this must be your future ball and chain,” Modredus’ eyes swept over Druig. To Druig’s credit, he didn’t immediately try to mind control Modredus. You could tell that Druig wanted to, though. You needed to get this conversation moving before Druig tried to do something brash. As it were, you and Druig had altered the plan. Now, Druig was just going to try and mind control Modredus. However, the two of you needed to time it well. If Druig tried to control Modredus outright, then he would know by Druig’s eyes that he was an Eternal. Even if Druig could successfully control Modredus, that wasn’t a risk that Druig wanted to take.

“What’s the test?” You asked. Druig looked down at you as you placed a comforting hand againt his chest. Your hand rested over the clover you had previously tucked into his lapel. Modredus turned his gaze back to you and smiled.

“I have three paintings here,” he said and nodded to the covered rectangles, “Two are fakes and one is real. Tell me which is the real one, and we’ll be in business.” As if on cue, three guards uncovered the paintings. The artwork was gorgeous but each one was identical. At least, they seemed that way.

The four guards all turned and stood with their back against the closed door of the conference room. Their movement felt like a threat as if Mordredus was implying the only way out of the room was to pass this test. You were safe, you told yourself. Druig was here and he could just mind control everyone in the room, right?

Gingerly, you released your grip on Druig. The room felt colder without you by his side. He watched as you took a few slow steps toward the paintings and Modredus suddenly rose to stand with you.

You could almost feel Modredus’s breath on your neck as you looked from one painting to the next. While you didn’t know enough about art to tell which painting was real, you were still a sorcerer. You silently willed magic into your Merlin ring. Like a magnet, the ring began to pull you towards a painting.

You were stopped before you could take another step.

In a flurry of motion, you heard movement behind you. You felt Modredus pull you close against his chest. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed something cold against your neck. He held you so that your back was pressed against his chest. He turned both of your bodies around to face Druig and the four guards by the door. They were all pointing guns at you and Modredus.

You let out a breath as you saw Druig’s glowing eyes.

“So you’re more than just a ball and chain,” Modredus hissed. His face was so close to yours that you could smell his breath and feel the flecks of angry spittle. His grip around your waist was unbearably tight.

“Let her go,” was all Druig said. He took a step towards you but then you heard something click under your neck. A gun. Modredus had a gun aimed at your throat. Druig froze. You knew that the guards’ minds were under Druig’s control, but you currently had five deadly weapons pointed at you. Your heart was beating too quickly.

"He won't stop them for me," you tried to say. To your immense displeasure, your voice wavered. Druig's eyes flashed to you. His golden eyes soften just a hair as you gave him a gentle smile.

“You can’t get in my head,” Modredus said with a sick sort of glee. “Your finance and I are leaving. If you’re nice, I might return her to you. And let’s be honest, we both know you’re going to want to get her back. She is exquisite.” You realized then that Druig probably tried to mind control Modredus while his back was turned. As you were looking at the art, and Modredus was looking at you, Druig tried to get into Modredus' mind. Unfortunately, he must have realized what Druig was doing as well. Was he surprised that Druig was also an Eternal? Did Modredus even realize that Druig was an Eternal?

“Druig-” you tried to speak but Modredus pressed the gun so hard against your neck that you cried out. Modredus gave you a sharp shake, telling you to be quiet.

"Enough," Druig and Modredus locked eyes.

"Oh," Modredus cooed, lips against your ear, "I think he doesn't like that I have you, gorgeous. My little captive." Modredus wrapped his arm tighter around your middle, purposefully making it difficult to breath. Your ribs would have hand shaped bruises by morning. You tried to shift against Modredus' grip but he only pressed the gun harder against your neck. You let out a yelp before cursing Modredus.

"She's mine," Druig's accented voice was as hard as sharpened stone. Your breath caught as Modredus hummed with glee. Your rings. If only you could focus for a moment and use your Merlin ring to cast a spell. Or even your sling ring to get Druig out of this room.

“Stand back,” Modredus said in a whisper. You looked at Druig, whose every muscle seemed to be straining right now. You gave him the smallest nod, hoping that he would understand that you would be okay. If Druig needed to take the shot, you could heal.

To your surprise, all of the body guards lowered their guns. Druig took a small step to the side, clearing a path to the door. Modredus nodded and pushed you toward the exit.

“Atta girl,” Modredus murmured, “look at how well you both are behaving! I couldn’t have asked for a better pair. We’re almost done with the dangerous part-” as Modredus arrived at the door, he was foolish enough to remove the gun from your neck. He needed to use that hand to open the door. You and Druig recognized it as an opening.

Everything happened too quickly.

Modredus cursed as he realized his mistake; you heard gun fire from the guards; you tasted blood in your mouth; you heard Druig calling your name.

The whole world turned black.

Part 5

A/N: Okay so the next few chapters are really angsty but still sweet, if that makes sense. Thank you so much for reading this far! All the kind notes make me love writing this story so much. Chap 5 will be a hair shorter than the others so it will be out soon. Let me know what you think :)

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Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (Part 19)

Part 19: Fireplace

Harry blew out a nervous breath as he smoothed his robes in the mirror. Draco had been right, the green complimented his eyes and the gold trim kept the warmth in his complexion. It had been quite a while since he'd worn dress robes for a party, his body wasn't the strong, slender build it had been when he was playing quidditch every day for a living, and he couldn't help but wonder if Draco would rather be going with that man instead.

"Hey," Draco called the moment after Harry heard the floo open, "Are you almost-" he started before entering the room and breaking off.

Harry turned to look at him and Draco was staring at him with undisguised adoration, his fair skin dusted pink.

"Sweet Merlin," he breathed, stepping closer to Harry and continuing to admire him, "You look exquisite."

Harry laughed, "You're looking stunning yourself," he complimented, admiring the way the silver fabric of his dress robes draped over his body. The fabric looked light and airy, drifting with him as he walked and Harry was enamored. "And," he said, cupping Draco's cheek, "I love whatever you've put on your face," he added, admiring the way the make up made his skin glimmer.

"Thank you," he said, ducking his head to hide his smile, "It's not too much?"

"Not at all."

"It was my mother's," he said softly. "When I was little she let me wear it to parties with her, but my father told me I had to stop once I was a little older." He shrugged, "It just felt right for this year."

"It's beautiful," Harry whispered, kissing his cheek.

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"We should go," Draco murmured.

He nodded, "Feeling alright?" When Draco didn't immediately reply, Harry said, "We don't have to go."

"We should," Draco said. "I should."

"We can leave whenever you want," Harry continued.

He squeezed Harry's hand, "It's going to be fine, right?"

"What's the worst that can happen?"

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Even though the party was fairly similar to what Harry had imagined, he hadn't imagined that he would feel quite as out of place as he did.

The mansion had been immaculately decorated, there were multiple Christmas trees that were two to three times taller than Harry. All of the banisters had been wrapped in holly. Lovely baubles were suspended around the room, lights floated near the ceiling setting the rooms alight with their warm glow.

He hadn't been somewhere this beautifully decorated for Christmas since Hogwarts.

Everyone was dressed in a spectacular fashion; if Harry had been worried that he would be overdressed, he needn't have been. It had been a long time since Harry had been surrounded by this many influential people, so many people who still wanted to get a piece of him.

Draco had seen this as a marvelous opportunity to talk about their business and had been making his way around the room when they'd ended up separated. Harry found himself hiding near the fireplace in the library shortly thereafter, keeping his back to the room so he could have a moment to himself.

It was only a few minutes before he felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned, plastering a fake smile on his face as he prepared to greet whomever had just come up to him. Relief washed over him like a tidal wave when he saw it was Draco. "Thank Merlin," he murmured, tucking his nose against Draco's neck to breathe him in for a moment, "I thought you were someone I'd have to pretend with."

"Come on," he said softly, nudging Harry up off his shoulder.

For a moment Harry felt a little bereft of contact, but Draco took his hand and slipped their fingers together, squeezing reassuringly.

He led him up a grand staircase, politely greeting everyone they crossed paths with but brushing them off quickly enough, as he continued climbing the stairs. When they reached the third door on the left, Draco tapped his wand on the doorknob and the door opened and he tugged Harry inside.

"My old room," Draco said, gesturing to a gorgeous room with a huge bed with billowy curtains, a chaise lounge, multiple bookshelves, and it's own fireplace.

"This," he said, looking around, "This is your room?"

Draco smiled, "It's nice, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Harry said, blowing out a breath.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked.

He nodded, "I'd forgotten what parties like these were like," he said. "All of the people who see me as a means to an end."

"We can go," he said. "I should find my father first, I don't think I've seen him yet, but-"

"It's okay," he said, turning to Draco and pulling him in close for a moment, "Just give me a second."

Draco kissed his temple and Harry turned his face to catch his lips. He kissed him softly for a long moment, letting his hands drift up and down Draco's back.

"We shouldn't do this here," Draco murmured against his lips.

Harry nodded, "Definitely," he replied, even as Draco kissed him softly again and Harry's gut ignited in flames. He'd just slipped his hand into Draco's hair when the door opened and Draco jumped back from him.

"Draco," his father hissed, "Do you really think this is the most appropriate activity for the evening?"

Draco flushed red but squared his shoulders, "Good evening, father. May I present Mr. Harry Potter, he's accompanying me this evening."

"Accompanying you?" he asked, shooting Harry a withering look. "Draco, please. We all know that was a front to boost your business sales."

"Excuse me?" Draco spluttered, clearly affronted.

"Oh, come now, Draco," he said, voice suddenly calm and smooth as though he hadn't just been intentionally argumentative. "Let's not quarrel in front of our guests, on Christmas Eve, no less. You know how it always upset your mother."

Draco's spine stiffened and Harry slipped his hand into Draco's, giving it a tight squeeze. But Draco released it just as quickly and Harry let go, even less sure of his place in this conversation.

"I'd like you to meet someone. The arrangement could be quite advantageous for you." Lucius continued.

"Yes, father," he said stiffly.

Lucius nodded once, "Perhaps straighten yourself out first and send Mr. Potter to get you a drink while you chat. She'll be in the blue room when you're ready." He smiled, all sharp teeth and a chill slid up Harry's spine, "I promise she'll be helpful in terms of your little shop."

Without another word he turned and walked away, robes billowing behind him in a way that reminded Harry vaguely of Snape.

Draco let out a sigh and Harry turned, reaching out for the other man.

But Draco took a step back, not quite meeting Harry's eye, "I should go," he said, glancing at the full length mirror and smoothing out his robes and hair.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, feeling a little wrong-footed, unused to the mask of cool indifference that had slipped over Draco's face.

"Fine," he said stiffly. "Father's always right, isn't he?" he asked, a bitter note coloring his voice.

"What should I do?" Harry asked a bit helplessly.

Draco shrugged on shoulder and avoided meeting Harry's eye, "Whatever you'd like."

He blinked, "Should I fetch you a drink?" he asked, trying not to infuse any of the irritation he felt at Lucius into his words.

The other man looked up at him and for just a moment Harry saw the helplessness in his eyes, and it might have been worse than the indifference.

"It's fine," Harry said, trying not to feel defeated, "I'll get you a drink and pop back to the," his brow furrowed, "Blue room? Is that what he said?"

"Yes. It's through the library, first door on the right in the hallway."

He nodded. Harry wanted to ask if he was okay, wanted to ask if they should leave, or if he should just tell off Draco's father. But before he could say any of those things, Draco had already left.

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It took him longer than he'd imagined to find his way to the bar and fetch two drinks, then to find his way to the blue room. His stomach was churning uncomfortably, his uncertainty about what he was supposed to do and how he was supposed to act making him feel mildly nauseous.

He paused at the doorway to breathe for a moment before he caught the voices talking in the room.

Draco was laughing, the sound bright and warm, and it made something in Harry's gut unwind even if the laughter wasn't directed at him. "Yes," Draco agreed, "our fathers are dreadful aren't they?"

"Absolutely," a sultry voice replied and the hair on the back of Harry's neck prickled.

"But he wasn't wrong about you," Draco said.

It was a business arrangement, Harry reminded himself, just a business arrangement.

"I feel the same," she replied. "You are rather charming, and you're certainly easy on the eyes."

Draco chuckled, "Flatterer. I suppose you're no troll either."

Harry's stomach sank and even as his brain screamed at him to move, either into the room or away from the conversation entirely, his legs froze him in place.

"My father thinks we could be married within the year," she said.

"Half a year, if my father has anything to say about it," Draco replied. Then he added, "what lovely children we'd produce."

"Yes," she agreed. "A perfect pureblood heir."

"And we are a good match," Draco said and that was enough to push Harry back from the doorway.

He quickly set the drinks down by the door, his hands shaking too badly for him to hold them without fear of dropping them and shattering them.

Harry made his way quickly toward the floo, attempting to avoid as many people as possible, only to be stopped by Lucius several meters away.

"Ah, Mr. Potter," he said. "What an honor to have you in my home."

"I was just leaving actually," Harry replied, trying (and failing) to keep his voice steady. He took a step around Lucius to continue toward the fireplace.

"Leaving so soon?" he called.

Harry ignored him and pressed forward.

"Have you figured out that you'll never belong in his world?" Lucius said, closer than Harry had anticipated. "Realized that there are some things you couldn't hope to understand?"

He took a handful of floo powder.

"He may have found himself enamored with you, Potter, but in the end it's not who he is."

Dropping the floo powder at his feet, Harry spit out the address for his flat and tumbled through, away from Lucius, away from the party, away from all of the people and the noise. Away from Draco and the lovely woman he was talking to.

And certainly away from whatever hope he might have had of being enough.

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Day 18: Family Christmas | Day 20: Wreath

[deceasedanddesist]

eyes off you ( hermione granger )

this is for kelly’s 3k writing challenge!! @anchoeritic ily kells<3

pairing: hermione granger x slytherin!reader ( half blood prince )

gender neutral! reader ( if there is a mistake or i accidentally used she/her pronouns let me know and ill fix it! )

warnings: small mentions of abuse at home, other than that just fluff and awkwardness.

notes: inspired by the song ‘eyes off you’ by prettymuch, the lyrics are bolded and italicized. y/n is the biggest simp. please ignore my grammar mistakes and my horrendous sentence structure. this also gives off major jily vibes, so do what you will with that information. I kinda went off with this I'm so sorry if it starts to get boring. images are from pinterest.

word count - 1.9k

hermione granger was a stubborn girl, that was one thing you knew for sure. when the two of you first met she had been adamant on hating your guts, excessive flirting and all. it was your persistence is what really got through to her; like starting to hang out in the library because you knew she would be there, and helping her pick up her books when some asshole seventh year—adorning the same infamous emerald green you did—tripped her up in the hall ( although not before threatening the bugger in her honour first ).

at the end of the day, the little acts of service were the things that made hermione swallow her pride and finally go on a damn date with you. at first, harry and ron were in utter shock that the girl was even considering going on a date with “the enemy” as they oh-so-subtly put it. but she just told them they were being overly dramatic, and that their input into who she decides to date was simply inadequate. so was it ever the surprise that one day when you finally worked up the courage to ask her, she actually said yes.

“are you serious?” you had expressed your complete disbelief of the words you just heard come out of the curly haired girls mouth.

“yes y/n, i am dead serious.” she had echoed back to you, looking thoroughly amused.

you were astonished, the girl that you quite frankly couldn’t take your eyes off of since fifth year actually agreed to go out with you. the gryffindor girl specifically that you had set your sights on, ignoring the warnings from your friends and backlash from your family, it had all paid off. becoming more defiant with your family last summer was no easy deed, but you knew the yelling and even the hitting was better than whatever they were scheming up for you this summer. lord voldemort was getting even closer to making sure he had a solid, fucked up, but loyal fanbase and you knew you would soon be a part of it if you didn’t get your shit together. you pretty much had a foolproof plan to get the hell out of your psycho household, you just needed to wait for the right moment to act on it.

amidst all of this, you knew it was dangerous to get involved with a muggle born, and you knew you were being selfish by risking yours and hermione’s lives. but there was something about her. the way she would make you feel when your insistent nagging got her lips to turn up just a little bit, or when you did something particularly embarrassing and finally got a boisterous laugh to erupt from her mouth in the middle of potions ( snape was not happy with the two of you ).

so you knew it was dangerous, you really did. but as soon as you saw hermione in the corridor right outside of the slytherin common rooms, waiting for you like you had anxiously asked her to after dinner yesterday, you knew you were down bad. you knew you were down bad because as soon as you saw her face drop when draco malfoy approached her, your heart lurched and you basically sprinted to where she was standing. she was in the middle of telling malfoy to shut up when you slid up beside her and threw an arm around her shoulder ( because protective instincts.... duh! ), somehow managing to simultaneously tell him to “sod off” and flip him the bird while hermione sunk into your side like there's no place she’d rather be.

as the two of you ran off, you couldn't help but mutter into her ear “mione, i'm not sure.....but i think his father will be hearing about this.”

you had a feeling that the laugh she let out was one you’d be hearing in your dreams for a while.

“so, where would you like to take me y/n.” she spoke, the air of the previous laughter still heard in her voice.

“tell me anything you wanna do.”

she hummed  “i don't know. how about the three broomsticks?”

while you were mulling it over, she slipped her hand in yours. your head immediately turned to meet her eyes.

there's no touch or feeling

pleasure or pain

anything like the way you're runnin' through my veins

the sudden affection had you choked up, and you had to clear your throat before continuing “um, that sounds great.”

as soon as the consent left your lips she was dragging you up the road and into the warmth of the pub, where madame rosmerta greeted the two of you at the front door. hands still intertwined, you ordered two butterbeer before wandering off into a booth. it was cozy, and you found yourself ravishing in the feeling of it all; going on hogsmeade dates, holding hands, and curling up in a booth with your drinks. it wasn’t long before you and hermione were mindlessly chatting about anything and everything, falling so deeply into conversation. only breaking out when you make her laugh, or when you go speechless at the broad smile that completely lights up her face, something that you noticed was specifically reserved for silly stories about harry and ron or her parents. you hoped that someday she would be able to talk about you with that marvellous smile on her face.

“you’re staring.” she looked adorably embarrassed at the sentiment, heat rising to her cheeks.

“I just can't take my eyes off of you.” it was a bold ( albeit true ) statement, and hermione swore to merlin you looked like you never meant any other utterance more.

“that's very generous of you, but i'm afraid i'm not that attractive.”

you looked at her in complete disbelief, “okay, okay, i’m going to wholeheartedly disregard what you just said,” taking a pause for dramatic effect “because you are the single most beautiful girl i've ever laid my eyes on, hermione granger.”

if the girl wasn’t blushing before, she was now. the way she was scrunching up her nose was the cutest, and you found her obvious inability to take a compliment quite charming. it actually boosted your own confidence, and you found yourself wanting to shower her with praises for the rest of your life just to see her reaction over and over again.

“what?” you teased, a sly smile making its way onto your face, “don't tell me potter and co deprive you of the flattery you deserve.”

the way she tilted her head and had her eyes narrowed ever so slightly told you everything you needed to know, she watched as your eyes widened in shock but shook it off because of the awkward air that was suddenly formed over the topic.

you were quite literally panicking, what if you just ruined everything? curse your slytherin ambition, you must’ve gone too far with your allusive comments. hermione hadn’t talked for about five minutes now, opting to finish her butterbeer, and the energy full of endless conversation dissipated long ago. your mug was still half full, sitting in front of you. you were just sitting there, staring at it, frantically searching your brain for something to talk about but you were fucking blanking. you were failing at pretty much the only thing you pride yourself on, and it happened to be the thing that got hermione to even go out with you in the first place.

once hermione was finished nursing her drink, you decided to speak now before she decided to make up an excuse to leave. “I'm sorry if I went too far, I do that sometimes and I made you uncomfortable, and i'm so sorry.”

then, she did the one thing you would have never even fathomed. she laughed. the girl was chortling, her head thrown back and when she finally came down from her fit she had tears running down her face.

“I'm sorry,” she said, noticing your eyebrows furrowed in concern “i've just never had someone apologize for complimenting me.”

you let out an anxious chuckle, “well you did kind of stop talking there, i figured i hit a nerve.”

“oh no! i just used to, um, fancy ron and he hasn't complimented me nearly as much in 6 years then you’ve had in an hour.” she stumbled over her words a bit as she spoke, evidently uncomfortable discussing her previous crush on weasley.

“well,” you dragged on, “i think you deserve all the flattery in the world.”

you swore to salazar slytherin himself her smile lit up the whole room, and your heart swelled when she reached over the table to grab both of your hands and link them with hers.

“how about we go for a walk, the black lake maybe?” the suggestion brought your attention to how dark it had gotten outside, you estimated that you had about an hour till the sun set. you smirked.

“I see you’re trying to snag a sunset kiss by the black lake, granger.”

your smirk turned into a full on smile as she got flustered once again, biting her lower lip.

“it's absolutely barbaric that you would allude to that, l/n.” the sarcasm was clear in her tone as you both erupted in a fit of giggles.

leaving the three broomsticks hand in hand once again, the two of you made your way down to the lake. you take off the sweater you were wearing to spread it across the grass for you and hermione to settle yourselves on. it wasn't very big, but neither of you seemed to mind as you snuggled into each other against the nights breeze. your arm making its way around her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around your waist and rested her head on your shoulder.

you two watched the sunset in silence. it wasn’t awkward like a few minutes ago, there wasn’t a need to fill it with dialogue, it was completely comfortable. hermione adjusted under your arm and turned her head to look at you, the sudden change in direction making a few curls get caught in her glossed lips. before she could even lift her arm, you were already there, brushing her hair behind her ear. your hand found its home behind her neck as you angled your head to brush your nose against hers, her lip unconsciously making its way in between her teeth again.

you took a sharp breath and spoke, “every little thing you do drives me wild.”  

“are you gonna give me that kiss, or keep talk-”

you could feel her words melt away against your lips as you took action and pushed her head towards yours. her hands tightening around your waist and her soft sighs as your lips connect act as reminders that she wants this as much as you, and you are so damn thankful that she leans back in after you separate to take a breath.

and the sun sets with the two of you, hanging onto each other like you were each others lifelines, previous thoughts about your family or the stupid slytherin/gryffindor feud are long gone by now. 

you decide that you can deal with all of your problems in the near future, because now you have hermione safe in your arms, and that's more than enough motivation for you to stay right where you are.

[peculiar-lover]

First Encounters pt 3 (Neville x reader SMUT)

A.n: MY LOVELY PEOPLE! WHAT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FORRR the steamy PART 3! This is my first real steamy stuff so if it doesn't make sense sorry about that I'll get better the more I write 😉 I tagged those who have asked about pt 3 because I was encouraged by them😅 ALSO IF YOURE READING THIS- Take a Slice by glass animals was being repeatedly played while I wrote this If I put you on LET ME KNOWWWW!

Neville and y/n decide to continue their “study date” back in Neville’s dorm

TW: SMUT

You and Neville were now both quickly walking to his Gryffindor common room. Before you arrived at the entrance you made an abrupt stop. Neville falling too close to you, bumped right into you and his hard dent rubbed right against the top of your bottom. You smirked to yourself knowing your little plan worked just like you wanted it to, before turning around to look at Neville.

"I-im sor-" You kissed him cutting off his apology short. You pulled away from him and slightly bit your bottom lip, "c'mon Neville not too far now." He eagerly followed right behind you as you reached the common room door.

❤️Gryffindor y/n: You quickly gave the password and the door let you both through.

Neville was thanking Merlin that his forgetful mind would not interfere the time he had with you.

💛💚💙Any other house y/n: You stood at the door but looked back at Neville.

"I can't be much use here." you smiled shyly. Neville nodded and went in front of you and for the first time ever, said the password without a second thought, forgetting that he would usually struggle hours trying to remember the password. He didn't want anything in his way.

As you reached his dorm you heard laughs and talking. The rest of Neville's roommates were all there. You looked up at Neville desperately and he got the hint and stuck his head in the room.

"D-draco, is being tormented by the twins in the courtyard. You might want to stop them." Neville quickly interrupted whatever the boys were doing.

"You're mad Neville! Why would we stop the show!?" Ron exclaimed quickly before running out of the room along with Harry, Seamus, and Dean. Neville stood right in front of you, hiding you with his large and tall frame so none of the boys could see you as they ran by. He wanted to avoid all questions and his intentions could not be exposed now. As Neville stayed looking at the boy's leave, you pulled his hand right into the dorm. You closed the door and locked it.

"I'm guessing this is your bed?" You said sitting on the edge of what you hoped was his well made bed. Neville nodded shyly. You smiled and leaned back a little, tapping the spot right next to you. Neville obliged and awkwardly sat next to you,

"Now back to our study session." You sarcastically said while softly grabbing the sides of Neville's face pulling him into a kiss. Neville was caught off guard at first but then quickly started to kiss you back. Your hand started to trail back down his body as the other revisited the back of his neck and continued the small tugs that made Neville moan within the kiss. Neville was so into the kiss that he forgot he left his hands by his sides so he grabbed your waist pulling you slightly closer to his body. Your hands trailed down to the hem of his shirt slowly digging your hand through and caressing his side and front. Neville squirmed at your touch and pulled away, this time making you whimper slightly.

"y-y/n, I-i-i know y-you just wanted to help me not feel bad when this s-situation occurred, but we don't have to do anything you don't want to, Merlin, i'm grateful just to get near you, I think I can help myself from just thinking about you. W-wait, wait I mean-" Neville started to go on his anxious ramble and his face grew red the more he continued but he stopped when he heard you giggle.

"That's quite a compliment if you ask me, but I would much rather be here with you keeping my promise that I will help you." You started to lean again into his neck and pecked all around. "You have no idea how much I have longed to meet you Neville Longbottom, to be in this situation with you, I must be dreaming." You purred continuing to leave long and sloppy kisses along his neck.

You didn't lie of course, You have been wanting to meet Neville for Weeks now and to already be in this situation so quickly, you thought it was a gift from Merlin himself. Neville cut you from your thoughts as he put his hand under chin and made you look up at him. He said nothing at first and just stayed staring at your eyes and lips. You slowly moved to reconnect your lips. Your hands went to grab the hem of his pants and you traced along until you reached the front buckle, shyly tugging at it. Neville leaned back on his hands signaling that he was okay with it. Still not breaking from the kiss you pulled down His pants exposing himself. You heard him make a small moan as he felt the cold air hit his now bare legs and shaft. You still by his side broke from the kiss to pull your panties off leaving your skirt on. Once they were off you straddled Neville continuing the kiss. Neville Grabbed your back so you wouldn't fall off of him and pulled you both down on the bed.

You looked down, positioning yourself well enough to be in front of his tip. Neville was also watching but your eyes connected as you looked back up at him. As you slowly made him enter you saw him close his eyes shut and his head fell back as he let small and loud moans escape his mouth. Once you felt the rest of him enter, the amount of pleasure you were experiencing made your face fall back into the crook of his neck . You grinded slowly at first, Neville gripped your waist tightly. You reconnected with his lips once again as you started to speed up your rhythm. Neville couldn't contain himself as he constantly broke from the kiss letting out an earful of moans, but he always went back to connect his lips with yours. He gained his strength and then moved his hips allowing himself to hammer himself harder into you. You heard your heartbeat beating loudly and your insides ache with an immense of pleasure.

"Y-y/n,,,I-im c-close." You heard Neville groan out.

"I-Im s-so close." You answered. You bounced on him slightly as you felt your orgasm begin to build. You bounced and panted as you felt yourself reaching the peak. Neville felt your walls tightening around his length making him hit his orgasm. You both mewled and moaned helplessly as you reached the end of your orgasm letting the room fill with only the sounds of your small pants along with his heavy breathing. You collapsed right next to Neville watching his chest fall and rise.

"W-was that good?" Neville asks, slowly looking down at you.

You giggled once more, "It was brilliant, Neville." You both smiled as you reached to kiss each other sensually once more. You broke the kiss once more feeling your excitement build back up again. "But Ill need to head off before the boys realize that there is no Draco tormenting show at all." You pulled your underwear back on and straightened yourself as Neville did the same with his pants and briefs. You held Neville's hand as you opened the door but quickly let go as you saw the group of boys in front of it.

"Y/n? Why are you here?" Ron questioned as he saw you.

"I-i was told to check your room. F-for Nargles, under Luna's orders." You stiffened hoping that they believed you. They just stared and you let yourself go past them leaving Neville behind.

"Thank You Neville, for helping. And boys your beds are a mess." You grinned

"Our beds! Neville's bed is the messiest out of all of ours, it looks as if a bloody tornado swept through it." Ron exclaimed. You saw Neville's face heat up and you giggled as you left back to your own dorm. Your first encounter with Neville couldn't have been any better.

A.n: THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT EVERRRRRR! obviously not the best but like I said I will improve as I write more hehe

[veenussposts]

Johnny as a wizard (and your boyfriend)

You were a person who was not guided by the opinions of others, that's why when your sister told you that Johnny Suh was a playboy, you ignored her.

And she was not the only one, the whole castle thought the same about him but since you had not met him, you thought that everyone was exaggerating.

Boy... You were so wrong.

One day, you were walking near the Quidditch teams training area when a Quafle fell at your feet. Quickly, you tried to take it but a boy with his broom was faster and took it before you. That boy was the captain of the Hufflepuff team, the famous Johnny Suh.

"Sorry for that but... Do you have a name or can I call you mine?"

While he was saying that stupid pick up line, you felt his eyes pierce your soul. He was tall like you and had a wonderful smile. A few strands of his brown hair fell over his eyes, making his features more perfect.

At that time you came to three conclusions. Number one, Johnny was exactly how your sister physically described him. Number two, he was a Playboy and flirted with anyone who crossed his path. And lastly, you had fallen like an idiot for his beautiful face like the other 400 people who were in love with him.

"How can you be in love with him? He's an idiot"

"Ahh, it's just a crush... It's not that deep"

You were wrong, again.

For two months you tried to get away from him to forget about your silly crush but it was impossible because he was always where you were AND THE WORST OF ALL WAS THAT HE ALWAYS FLIRTED WITH YOU AND ONLY YOU.

It seemed that everything around him did not exist when you entered the room.

So that small and insignificant crush turned into something much bigger and more powerful. You were not only in love with his appearance but also with his personality and everything about him.

Johnny talked every day with you, walked you to the Slytherin common room, invited you to watch his team's workouts, and made you laugh with lots of jokes, even introduced you to his friends. He treated you like you were the love of his life.

Little did you know, that you really were the love of his life.

"Johnny, you're staring again"

"What?"

"Your friend, the Slytherin one. You're practically drooling"

"No, I'm not" He wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand while his eyes landed on the beater of his team. "I don't like him"

"Yeah, you're right, what would you ever see in him?"

"WHAT?! HE'S AMAZING. He is funny, smart, beautiful and- I can't believe I fell for that"

As much as he denied it to his friends, everyone could tell that Johnny was in love with you. You were in his thoughts all day, he talked about you with his teammates and he even played Quidditch better when you were watching and cheering him on.

Hufflepuff had won the Quidditch cup and the whole house was celebrating in the Hufflepuff common room, all of them but Johnny who was with you. He had insisted on spending time with you alone rather than celebrating with his entire team the victory that had cost them so much. Obviously you wanted to be with him but he should be celebrating with his friends.

"Please, don't you think I deserve a few minutes of your wonderful attention?" He pouted, making your heart pound.

"Just a few minutes, you are the team captain and you have to be with them"

"But I'd rather be here with you"

Ignoring his comment, you followed him to where his broomstick was. A little confused, you looked at him with raised eyebrows as he climbed on.

And that's how you got to this moment.

"Oh no no no no Merlin" Everything was going fine, everything was perfectly fine until you looked down.

"Don't look down"

"Sorry, I was curious" Your hands immediately left Johnny's shoulders and hugged his waist with all your might. "I don't want to die"

"You are not going to die, I would never allow it" Slowly, Johnny began to descend, remaining only a few meters from the grass. "You are special to me"

"Do you say that to all the people you ride on your broom?"

"Honestly, you are the only person I have taken with me to fly on my broom." For a moment, your eyes widened against his back. Then you looked up and your eyes met his when Johnny looked back over his shoulder. "That's why I'm a little nervous. I ... I really like you. From the first moment I saw you I knew you would be special to me. You are ... Just ... Wow, I don't know how to explain it"

You couldn't believe it, you really couldn't. The captain of the Hufflepuff's team, the man for whom the whole castle surrendered at his feet, the great Johnny Suh was in love with you? Unable to help it, you started laughing like a child at the strange and still wonderful situation, but when you looked at Johnny again he seemed down.

Before he could turn to look away from yours, you took his cheeks with both hands and you gave him a clumsy kiss full of emotions. Because of the surprise of your action, Johnny lost all concentration and his broom stopped flying, beginning to plummet towards the grass.

Within seconds, they were both rolling on the floor with a smile painted on each of their lips.

First of all, you two are the last people anyone expected to get together because you have a low profile, you are only known by a few wizards and witches, and well... Johnny is Johnny. It takes a little time but eventually the other students are used to it.

He would make you die for laughing too much.

Johnny likes to shop at Diagon Alley with you, both of you can spend hours looking at the different stores.

High-key loves it when you rest your head in his shoulder after a tiring day. He would wrap his arms around your waist and he would smile tenderly at your cuteness while you hide yourself in his neck.

"You have this incredible way of making my heart happy"

Compliments you a lot.

He can spend hours watching you in the dungeons making potions, he's really addicted to the way your eyes shine when you do what you love.

"Out of sight but baby you're wonderful"

You are his cheerleader, even when Hufflepuff faces Slytherin. He dedicates all the points he makes to you in his Quidditch matches and sometimes he flies over the stands where you are, and he gives you a quick kiss.

Vines references that you don't understand so he has to explain them to you.

You two complement each other very well and you are constantly learning things from each other to improve yourself. Thanks to Johnny, you are a little more sociable and have new friends that you never thought you would have.

"I need you like a heart needs a beat"

Pillow fights.

THE TALLEST COUPLE IN THE CASTLE. Just by seeing you, the new students are intimidated by your presence but once they know you they consider both of you as older brothers and, whenever they need something, they come to you.

You're always together, he drags you to parties and wherever he goes (as long as you want to go).

[newtxtinaforever]

My favorite parts

* since the video counts down from 10 to 1, I'll number my thoughts similarly so they correspond with the scene

10. The way Tina's voice wavers when she says Mr. Scamander. Also: "You didn't mention salamanders, did you?"

9. Tina's serious face as Newt tries to play it cool

8. Newt staring at Tina for the longest time. Like seriously, it's a long time. Then Tina's sudden turn of the head when Newt meets her gaze

7. THERE'S TOO MUCH TO LOVE. But if I had to be specific, I would say Newt's laugh as he tries to calm down the Zouwu as well as Tina's cute little smile when she shakes the toy

6. The slight attitude in Tina's voice as she says "Excuse me?". Newt's voice getting higher when he explains the expression, the way Tina says Mr. Scamander (so different than how she's said it before; there's no sass, only sweetness)

5 pt 1. I have too much to say about this scene, okay? First, there's Tina's look. She stares at Newt in disbelief. How dare he have her roleplay as Leta when Leta is the one Tina was suspicious of and (up until this point) has had her suspicions confirmed (she thinks Newt and Leta are engaged). Of course Newt doesn't know this because he's Newt but it doesn't mean it's not there. Then there's the way Newt's left eye twitches when he lies (pretending that Tina is Leta). It's just that one eye. THEN there's the way Tina turns her head when Newt goes to look at her. It's like she knows she can't face him because of all the emotions she's feeling in that moment. This also reminds me of the animated poster of the CoG cast: Newt looks at Tina when she's looking away and vice versa. I seriously plan on writing a one shot of this scene.

5 pt 2. Continuing on... Newt stumbling over his words while he's trying to come up with his relation to "Leta" aka Tina. Then the mother of all moments where Tina breathes that one small word: "fiancé". I literally want to curl up in a ball and cry at this part. So many things happen at once that it's hard to take in. After Tina says "fiancé", I imagine Newt forgetting that she is pretending to be Leta and thinking for one shining moment that Tina is Tina and she is Newt's fiancé. Is that too much to ask? Then Newt is probably racing to think of a single reason why in Merlin's beard Tina would think he were engaged to Leta. He has a lot of explaining to do. Not to mention all that's going through Tina's mind. The way she clears her throat after saying "fiancé" gets me every time. EVERY SINGLE TIME. She's keeping her eyes on the woman at the desk because she can't stand to look at Newt, not when she's hurting and wondering why he went back to Leta. Newt and Leta were old friends, sure, but he had seemed so genuine when he'd said goodbye to Tina in New York. In this moment in Paris, Tina is trying to be strong and I love her so much 😭😭😭😭

4. Another one of my favorite scenes! First of all, I'd like to point out Newt Says Goodbye to Tina/Salamander Eyes (the Newtina anthem) playing right as Tina sees Newt. Second, the way Newt says Tina's name and the way she says his: like a whisper. Oh, and let's not forget Jacob awkwardly third-wheeling until he is able to find Queenie 😂

3. Okay, here's when it gets even better. Tina is so upset with the fact that Newt is engaged to Leta (or so she thinks) that pretending to be happy goes out the window. Sure, she says she's happy for him, but her tone couldn't have said the opposite any clearer. What's more is Newt's reaction to her. He may not be able to pick up some things, but he can definitely tell that something is wrong with Tina when she begins to talk snidely towards him. This leads to him becoming more and more nervous as he tries to right whatever is wrong, dropping things and stumbling over his words in the process.

2. I love this! More Newtina running, which is always a joy to behold. Also, Theseus trying to be the responsible and authoritative ministry official while also silently begging Newt not to do whatever he's trying to do as his big brother. Then there's Tina, or should I say the Queen. She ties up Theseus Scamander LIKE A BOSS and smiles when Newt expresses his disbelief at what just happened. Auror Tina just did that to another Auror so they could do what needed to be done. This girl has won my heart and quite clearly won Newt's heart as well ☺️❤️❤️

1. And now, the mother of all scenes. *takes a deep breath* SALAMANDER EYES!!!! 😂😂 okay, so Tina's voice gets me because it's so small and weightless yet you can hear her loud and clear. "Are what?" she prompts Newt. Newt Scamander, the man who so desperately wants to compliment the girl he adores, Miss Porpentina Goldstein. "I'm not supposed to say" he says, basking in the silence as he internalizes the struggle to speak or not to speak. The last thing he wants is to push Tina away from him; what if his compliment does just that? On the other hand, he needs to find some way to tell her how he feels, especially after the whole misunderstanding concerning the engagement. Meanwhile, Tina begins to speak, knowing that Newt isn't always the best with words. She fills the gap right as Newt finds the words to say, and the two quickly realize what the other has said. "Wait, did you read-" "Did you..." These two break my heart as they slowly start to get back on the same page, second by second. Newt takes the chance, hoping that Tina will understand. If anyone can, it's her. As he begins to explain what he sees when he looks into her eyes, he can't help but glance at her as he does so. Those beautiful brown eyes remind him why he's risking so much just to be in her presence, to put himself out there the only way he knows how. Newt's gaze bounces from Tina's eyes to the picture of her in the paper. Either way, he's focused on her. Then there comes a moment where he stops glancing down at the paper and fixes his gaze on the Tina that's right in front of him. Newt gains confidence as he hopes with all his might that Tina will see how much he cares for her, even if his way of expressing it is a bit odd. This man wants nothing more than to show Tina how amazing and beautiful she is in his eyes. In his attempt to do so, Newt stutters, his voice resembling that of a tea kettle. Tina merely smiles and once more fills the gap. "Salamanders." The way Newt looks at her: speechless. No words. The scene ends beautifully with Tina's knowing smile. Despite the way Newt unintentionally hurt her, she can't help but love him. Nor can I

☺️❤️❤️

[proflongbttm]

Tutor (Neville Longbottom x Slytherin! Reader)

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Notes: I had lot of fun writing this chapter! I hope you all enjoy, again requests are still open! @okaymalfcy

Word count: 3,120 (wOopS)

You and Neville left Professor Sprouts class in a swift walk,  you were both well aware Snape wouldn't be at all happy that you two were late for his class. It was like torture for any gryffindor.  Especially Neville,

who he took additional joy in terrorizing.   Neville has probably lost more points for gryffindor in that class then any gryffindor had in their entire life,  including Harry Potter.

You both walked down the cold and drafty  halls beside each other, every so often a chill would run down your spine. The only noise came from both of your brisk footfalls and from the harsh, bitter winds outside, with books in arms you walked without saying a word. A few times Neville opened his mouth and looked at you like he was about to say something, but decided against it.

The near silence of the hall was ruined by the sudden noise of another pair of footsteps, they were a lot heavier and slower then you and Nevilles, the loud walkers came into sight when they turned the corner ahead of you. The two were tall, but also quite large and bulky, they wore slytherin robes that were filled with pastries at the pockets and they sauntered down the hall like they owned the school as they snickered to each other. Crabbe and Goyle. Surprisingly there was no sign of Draco Malfoy with them. Not that you were complaining.

You looked up at Neville's face, he watched the two large boys approach him with furrowed brows and his lips formed a striaght line. The smallest bead of sweat roll down his freckled face, it was like he was waiting for them to make some surprising grand gesture, like explode maybe. ‘If they kept eating they way they did, they won't be too far off of it’ you thought. Neville looked nervous, much more nervous than he always did,  which was saying something. He rubbed his clammy palms against his robe while you both continued to walk at your steady pace towards potions class and towards the two towering torments.  

"Not them, not now" Neville spoke to himself  so quiet you just barely heard him.  He already had a pit of worry in his stomach from just thinking about the horror of potions class, he didn't need these two torturing him to add to his anxiousness.  

You were hoping the two would just pass by peacefully, maybe they were feeling kind or something,  but you but knew that wasn't going to happen. They could never just leave Neville alone. He was too quiet to stand up to them, he was an easy target. But you were not.    

The two parted from each other,  meters away from you , and had a wicked grin on their faces, they made a small gap in between them, almost big enough to walk in between, them but not quite. When they approached they roughly slammed each of their shoulders into Nevilles with the force of a small troll, sending the nervous boy onto his back with a yelp and a thud, his head whipped off the ground. That was going to hurt.

When he fell he threw his books into the air, sheets flew far from the books and they all flew in different directions, they floated to the ground like large pieces of confetti at a party and gently landed all around you while the books landed with a heavy thud, much like Neville did.

“Watch where you're going longbottom.” The two teased together. Their vile tones matched their faces,which were plastered with evil grins.

The two did nothing but snicker and give a nasty look to you while they walked away triumphantly. You clenched fists trembled  and your teeth gritted together hard enough to crush a rock. Fuck that, fuck them.

Your narrowed eyes shot to Neville, who groaned in pain as he held himself up with one arm,  the other held the back of his head where it hit off of the ground; then they shot back to the large boys, who hadn't gotten to far as of yet with their slow saunter,  still snickering to each other. Your blood was practically boiling. Your hand reached for your wand in your pocket like it were a pistol in its holster in an old western movie, you swiftly drew it out and pointed it at Crabbe and Goyle's large feet. You then did something very stupid,  something you knew would only end up getting you into trouble, but you didn't care. You whipped your wand in a circular motion and a small red spark darted from your wand and caught their ankles. On contact the spark crackled like a firework and the two boys lost their balance. Their knees wobbled like they were made of jelly for only a second  before falling flat on their faces with a loud thump, their thump were much louder then Neville’s, because both boys were much, much heavier.

They laid on the floor and whined dramatically and loudly,  like two children who had fallen in a playground. You lowered your wand and reached your arm out to Neville to pull him up onto his feet. His hand was still held on the back of his head after he dusted himself off.

Suddenly, loud and quick footsteps could be heard , looks like Crabbe and Goyles baby whining had attracted someone's attention.  A second later, Professor Mcgonagal sped around the corner and froze. Oh shit.  You sighed,  and in sync you and Neville turned to each other,  Neville looked like a deer in the headlights. She took one look at the layer of littered sheets and books surrounding you then looked further to end of the hall to see Crabbe and Goygle rolling on the ground,  holding their ankles while wailing in pain. You still had your wand in your hand, it was too late to put it away now. Then she was looking at you and Neville. Well, there goes your perfect track record.  

“What in merlin's name is going on here!? Why are the two of you not in class!?" She questioned in a stern tone. Glaring at both of you with her large, angry looking eyes.  

Your eyes were set onto the floor like a pair of weights and you took a step forward after a few seconds of silence.  You calmed yourself and took a deep breath.

"It was my fault professor, I was very stupid and didn't think about what I was doing"

Your eyes slowly looked up to her as you waited for a response.  

"That is still not an answer to my question Miss Y/S/N.  I hope I do not have to repeat myself when you explain what happened in my office, but first, you and Mr. Longbottom will clean up this mess while I bring these boys to the infirmary,  when I get back this hall better be spick and span, is that understood?" Her eyes still glared at the two of you, all you could both manage to say was "yes miss." before she left.

Once the hall was empty you both quickly began to pick up sheets from the floor and put them where they belonged. Neville stopped and looked at you.  

"You didn't have to do that y'know. Stand up for me, I'm used to it by now. "

You continued to pick up sheets as you spoke.

"I know, but i've been waiting to do that since the day I got here though, they're so rude,  and they eat all the good apple tarts! So really they had it coming, maybe now they'll know better."

"It was a bloody good spell by the way."

"Thanks Neville" you flashed a smile at him them continued to work

Neville smiled and went back to picking up the pieces of paper in his arms,  humming to himself softly.

"How's your head? " you asked, trying to break the silence still picking up and sorting sheets.  

He rubbed where his head had hit the ground and winced quietly  

"Still sore, but id say I'll be okay in an hour or two. It's become pretty resilient at this point." You both giggled, you did feel bad that his head had to be resilient in the first place.  You'd pay 50 galleons to wipe the smile from Malfoy's face for every time he thought he was hilarious by messing with Neville. Or anyone for that matter.

It took you both at least half an hour before you finished, there was still no sign of  Professor McGonagall yet.

You both stood in silence awkwardly before your legs started to ache so you sat on the floor against the cold corridor wall.

You looked up at Neville and smiled before saying,

"I'm sorry about this whole tutoring situation, I'm sure you've got much better things to do"

You did feel bad about it, and still quite embarrassed to be honest..  

"Oh it's no problem, really. Herbology's easy once you get the hang of it, plus I was wondering, cause I've seen you in potions and you're really good, a lot better than me anyway-" he chuckled a bit and scratched the back of his neck remembering when the class had to evacuate because the fumes from his potion were so potent.  "- and I was wondering could you help me with that if I help you with herbology? That way we’re even." He started to bite his nails, gazing up at you with his puppy dog brown eyes while he waited for your response, hoping you would say yes.

"Sounds like a deal to me Longbottom."

You were flattered by Nevilles kind words, it was shown in your face by the light link shade your cheeks were dusted with. For all the effort and hard work you put into school it was very rarely praised or acknowledged,  though you were equally as good as other students, who often got complimented on their skills, yours went undetected, skimmed across and ignored. That was until now. They were just noticed, and praised. Thank you Neville.  You thought to yourself.  

You picked yourself up from the wall at the sight of professor Mcgonagall returning, she looked just as angry as she did before,  she signaled for you two to follow her, and you did. Once you arrived at her office, you told her the whole story, and lost slytherin 40 points for your ‘reckless and impulsive behavior’ and landed yourself in detention tomorrow.  

You couldn't wait for your house mates to hear about that one. You thought you lose more but seeing as it was 'an act of self defense' it was only 40, though that was still more than you wanted it to be. What was worse than losing the points is that you also disappointed Professor Mcgonagall which is what hurt you more. You had no real friends, your now tainted reputation with the teachers really mattered to you. You were a grade A slytherin student after all.  

While this was going on Neville just sat in silence,  agreeing as you told the story. He did ask the professor to lower the amount of points you lost, saying he should have been watching where he was going.

"Mr Longbottom I highly recommend you stay quiet unless you want to join Ms.  Y/L/N in detention tomorrow."

"B-but professor-"

"That is enough Mr. Longbottom."

By the time the professor gave you permission to leave it was almost dinner time.  You usually spent this time in the library with your nose buried in a book, usually about potions. It was much more welcoming than your house table, plus the books never called you "filthy mudblood" like malfoy loved to do.

The corridors were crowded with different students filling the hall with loud chatter and laughter. You and Neville walked side by side.  

"I'm sorry you got in trouble, this is all my fault" His eyes were fixed on the ground and his voice had a mixture of sadness and guilt to it.

"Hey no need to apologize" you elbowed him playfully with a smile on your face,  which transferred to his face when he looked at you. "Its what us slytherins do best."

"I mean, gryffindor isn't really known for staying out of trouble either,  especially with Harry around" He joked.

You both chuckled while you dodged between the older and younger students, like a forest covered in tall and small trees. You wandered the halls with no destination in mind.  

"I mean we've got Draco Malfoy, I don't think it can get much worse than that."

"That's fair. "

You chuckled together and continued to converse, about your houses, what it was like in each of them,  how different they were. He told you about a wizard in Nepal, who is growing Gravity resistant trees, you thought it was all very interesting, you could see in his eyes just how passionate he was about the subject, his eyes would light up like christmas trees while he spoke about it.   Very few people wanted to listen to him talk about it, they usually asked him to stop by now so when you asked him to continue, he didn't know what to do other than smile widely and tell you about goes one day he'd love to go and see them, but his grandma said they couldn't afford it.  His love for the subject was one of the most endearing things, you grinned the whole way through his bumbling.

You told him about how people have been trying to use bravery and kindness potions to get into different Hogwarts houses, and how miserably they failed, one potion made someone about to brave, they went to the forbidden forest to show off , and still haven't come out. “Bloody hell, I mean i'd love potion to make me brave, but not that much,” he added

“You are brave Neville, you tried to bargain with Professor Mcgonaggle for godrics sake, if that's not brave i don't know what is.”

“But it didn't work though, you still lost 40 points cause of me.”  

“Being brave doesn't mean your ideas work Neville, it means you realise theres a chance they won't but you try them anyway, it was my fault really, I shouldn't have lost my senses. But you stood up for me Neville, that's real bravery.”

“It's the least I could have done for you taking the bloody ankles off Crabbe and Goyle for me, did you see there faces?!”

You both aimlessly walked through the corridors  together while you talked, you looked down at your watch and gasped in shock as you seen the time. It didn't feel like you had been talking for that long at all.  

"Merlin! Is it that late already!?  Neville we better get going to the dining hall, dinners almost over! "

You looked around you, you had spent so much time talking you wouldn't even  recognise where you were, you had been walking and talking for so long you didn't know where you had gotten yours too,  You both began to retrace your steps as you ran down not populated the corridors you took a few wrong turns, delaying you both even further. You felt your stomach grumble while the cold air around the school hit your face . After what felt like a lifetime,  you finally found yourselves in front of the giant oak doors, you both stopped and hunched over to catch your breath. Both of you seemed to be equally as unfit as each other, both of you wheezing and gasping for breath. Not to mention how your legs ached from all the walking. You never realised how big Hogwarts was until now, no wonder that girl from first year still hasn't been found yet.

Once you were able to control your breathing again you pushed open the heavy,  creaking door open and you walked in together, still panting quietly. The hall was loud with cheering and talking from all the tables as they ate their food. You had made it. When you entered it quieted down. Loud conversations turned into hushed discussions amongst the gryffindor and slytherin tables.  Hufflepuff and ravenclaw continued their conversations as normal, not even noticing you two. Groups of eyes from both the gryffindor and slytherin table set themselves onto you both. You looked at Neville with a nervous smile, he looked to you with the same expression. Soon you and Neville were ready to part ways to your respected house table; your table was already whispering about you while giving sly and disgusted looks your way, seems like they know about what happened, and all the points you lost them. Looks likes gryffindor knew too, they were whispering just as much. Though the looks they gave you and Neville was a lot less cruel and piercing . This was not going to be fun for you.

Before the two of you parted you arranged to meet in the library tomorrow afternoon, after your detention  to study together. You said goodbye to each other with a smile and a wave. When you approached your table nobody moved,  you walked to the end where very few people were sitting. They continued to stare and whisper, you wondered what they were saying,  but at the same time, you didn't want to know. Some even got up and moved away from you to another part of the long table, they fled like you had some infectious disease they were afraid to get. They did know you didn't kill Crabbe and Goyle right?  Because their looks could pass for the ones you'd give a magical murderer . You were a mudblood not a monster.  Slytherins were always ones for dramatics.

You watched Neville walk over to his table.  His experience was very different to yours. All the gryffindors welcomed Neville with friendly and curious expressions, wanting to hear all about what happened today; two of them,  who you recognized to be Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas , quickly parted to give him somewhere to sit as they bombarded him with questions, to be fair it was mainly the weasley twins asking the questions,  it was also one of the weasley twins who whistled and teased him about coming in with you, which turned your cheeks a light pink and tugged your mouth into a smile. You wish you had that relationship with your house,  that lovely friendship. But you were here as normal, on the outside looking in through the glass. On the bright side, you made a friend today , finally. You made a friend. And his name was Neville Longbottom.

[tenebrius-excellium]

3, 6, 10 and 14 for the fandom ask meme, please? (Sending my best wishes and hugs for whatever you might be going through currently, I wish I could help you in any way... much love 💗💕💗)

Hi!! Augghh yeah it's a bit tough at the moment ngl, thanks so much for the love...!

3. characters you would marry in an instant?

Heh. Aramis from BBC's Musketeers. Douxie if he looked like Hiccup. Possibly Robin Hood. Oof and Prince Proteus from Sinbad. I have an oc called Kelsin, he is my dream guy... very passionate, very emotionally empathetic, a leader nonetheless and has this brown curly hair...ouch. I have a type and I know my type, I'm not going to go into more detail here!!! XDDDD

See, the problem about Hiccup is that while I find him physically attractive, I couldn't marry him because I already personally identify with his soul as if I *were* him. And I can't marry myself now, can I. The person you marry is typically someone who compliments your type - that doesn't work if the character *is* you. Shame lol.

6. Do you read fanfiction? If so, do you have any favorite authors or fics?

I don't read fanfiction, sorry! It's because my head is a mad galaxy that already makes up enough stuff to last me a lifetime about the universes that I like! :) I prefer to daydream my favorite tropes as movies within my mind! Writing prompts are always welcome as food for thought. But reading fanfiction on top has never worked for me tbh. As much as I'm theoretically interested, the experience itself has been sort of overwhelming. I'll sometimes take a peek into a mutual's work because I want to support them, but, alas, I never get far.

Suffering As I Suffer You by @/wilderwestking is an unfinished Hiccstrid fic that has stayed with me forever. It's probably my favorite piece out there.

10. characters that deserved worse? >:]

Kinda every shady side character in ToA...? look, Strickler killed the former principal of Arcadia Oaks High without repercussions and Jim lets him date his mother. Dude. Merlin never got a true redemption arc, we just got more insight into his perspective. His personality stayed pretty much the same. Then there's Nomura... Morgana... STEVE. Bro. Steve. Idk did he ever apologize to anyone??? He just "changed" and everyone welcomed him onto the team. Idk. I guess I would have needed a little more talk than that. ToA was very forgetting of people's actions of the past lol. Nobody ever really needed to own up or even reflect verbally about what they did.

14. Sorry, this ask makes me a little uncomfortable, I'll just skip it.

Thanks for asking!! It cheered me up to answer these. I love being asked for my thoughts <3 You really brightened my day!!!

Reddie

[the-once-and-future-nyx]

Is this telling me to draw Arthur enthralled by Merlin in a dress?

Today's edition of "Merthur interactions I think about daily"

Arthur & Merlin, 2.09 "The Lady of the Lake"