#and my friend was dressed as Harry at school so we were matching >:)

[silly-little-guy-and-co]

I'll take "indie game costumes that barely anyone recognized" for 500, Alex!

[rafesslxt]

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 | 𝐚.𝐬.

nsfw content | anakin x female bsf!reader | moodboard

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「 ✦ after just another bad date you seek comfort from your best friend and roommate Anakin which turns into a steamy session ✦ 」

warnings: smut, modern!anakin, best friends to lovers, reader describing her worst date ever to Anakin, making out, hand job, blowjob, teasing, just the tip first, unprotected p in v, pxrn link inserted into the story so don't open in public, fucking the whole night, begging, breeding kink I think

note: the p!link is from twitter, you have to be logged in to twitter to watch it/ be able to see it. English is not my first language.

"Movie night?"

When Anakin read my message, he instantly knew my date didn't went well. It was something like a tradition between us whenever someone seeks comfort.

He replied with a "Of course, when will you be here? Have you already eaten?" He always asked me that. If I have eaten and drunken enough, every day.

"I'll be there in 30 and no not really." I replied before putting my phone away to drive back home.

After college Anakin and me moved in together after being roommates in school, that's how we met each other in first place. It was just always so easy between us. No drama, no arguing, no cleaning after each other. Most of the times.

When I pulled up at our apartment I kind of knew what awaited me already. With a sigh I entered the apartment, smelling food which put a smile on my face. I heard Anakin walking towards me.

"Woah." he says, eyeing me up and down in my new dress. "Thank's.. that's even more than he said." I chuckled and pulled off my heels. "That bad huh?" he asks me, crossing his arms in front of his broad chest.

"Yeah, that bad. I'll just change and come back down yeah?" I say, already up the stairs to change out of my tight dress. When I looked at myself in the mirror I just didn't get it. I looked bomb, why he hell were all these guys I date so.. trashy? It's not like my character didn‘t matched my looks.

With a groan I changed into grey loose sweatpants and a sports bra. Walking back down into the living room I just couldn't hide my smile when I saw the dimmed lights, Harry Potter on our TV and snacks on the little coffee table. The couch was covered with blankets and pillows. I walked further into the kitchen where Anakin stood, putting Pasta on two plates.

I walked up behind him and hugged him from behind so my cheek was pressed against his back. "Thank you Ani." I muttered. "No problem. Come on take your plate and lets watch Harry Potter so you can tell me what it was this time." he had to hide a chuckle, not wanting to make me mad.

I did like he told me and sat down on our couch with my plate in hand, starting to eat as he starts the movie. "Soo..?" he begins, digging into his food now too.

"Ugh it was.. hideous! It started really good you know. He was dressed well, we met in front of this really nice restaurant and talking to him was so easy. Until, we looked for what to order. I told him to just order the lasagna for me because I had to go to the bathroom."

"Oh I have a feeling where this is leading to.." Anakin joked with a smirk on his lips.

"So when I came back everything was fine, he tells me he ordered food so we continue talking until the food comes and that motherfucker just ordered a fucking salad for me. And you know what? That's not even the worst! Without fucking dressing because apparently 'that's what makes you gain weight'."

"What?" Now he was full on laughing and almost chocking on his food. "Oh that has to be the best story of 'em all by now."

"Oh no I'm not finished, the story goes further. So I'm sitting there, the waitress looking at me apologetic, I didn't even knew what to say so I just ate that excuse of a salad and when I asked him why he ordered it, he tells me 'I like em skinny' , like, what the fuck?"

Anakin puts his food away now because he had to laugh so hard he fell on his back. "Ani!" I whined but also laughing a litte. " I-I'm sorry that happened to you but- but It's so funny to me imagining you sitting there like 'What the fuck bro' "

"After that I thought it couldn't get more worse so why not go home with him and at least get a good fuck out of it, right? So we drive home to him, talking, blabla. Then it get's heated and shit and Ani, I swear to god I had to hold back on laughing when he pulled down his pants! I never felt so bad for someone in my life! "

At this point Anakin forgot how to breath properly. Laughing so loud the whole neighborhood had to hear.

"And when he wanted to go down on me and I let him, it was so bad I just had to stop him and tell him I have to go and oh boy he didn't took that well. He got so mad to a point where he told me girls would fight me to be at my place right now.When I opened the door to leave and he asked me what my problem was I just told him 'I like em big' like he told me he likes the skinny in the restaurant."

All you could hear through the apartment was Anakin's laugh. "Stooop it's so bad I'm just thinking about dating girls!" I joke and smile at him as he slowly calms down with tears in his eyes.

"You probably broke him at this point." he laughs, teasing me a litte. " Yeah I hope so to be honest. Maybe he will let women order what they like now."

He giggles and starts eating again.

"I just think I‘ll go for older guys at this point." I huff rolling my eyes and really considering it while digging into my food too.

"Older guys?" Anakin repeats with a full mouth and looks at me with knitted eyebrows. "Yeah, maybe it's the age. Like, all these so called men, just act like little boys."

"Hey! I'm not a boy!" Anakin looks at me with an opened mouth, acting as If he was shocked. I roll my eyes at him playfully before putting my empty plate away. "Oh yeah? What makes you different from all these boys I go out with huh?" I ask him with a teasing smirk on my face.

"Uh - did you ever see one running out that door before ?" He was right, they never run away from him. It's the opposite to be exact. They always try to stay, most of the times giving me dirty looks which I find funny every time.

"No, but thanks for reminding me how I always have to wear headphones." "Not my fault I'm that good." he says with an arrogant smile. I only scoff to this and turn back to the Tv. If I'm being honest, I would give a lot to be with someone like Anakin. They always sound like they are having the time of their lives. Lord help me.

After a while of watching the movie in front of us together I got kind of.. impatient? No that's the wrong word. I just couldn't stay still, always shifting somehow every few minutes.

"Whats wrong?" he whispers with a soft voice, my head on his shoulder. "Uhm, I don't know I feel uneasy." "Uneasy?" "Yeah." I simply reply. I shift again, pressing my thighs together this time.

"You sure you mean uneasy and not horny?" he grins now, licking his lips. "Fuck off." I answer him, rolling my eyes. " No, I'm serious, maybe that's why you're so pent up. When was the last time you actually had an orgasm while having sex?" My eyes go wide and I turn my head back to him, shock on my face. " Anakin! I'm not telling you that!"

"Why not? We always tell each other everything. I'm sure this wouldn't hurt to answer right?" I sigh and look away again. "I don't know." I answer him quietly.

"Come on, tell me. I bet - " "Anakin that was my answer to your question. I don't know. I don't know when the last time was." I repeat.

"What? What do you mean you don't know? You were in a relationship half a year ago with -" I interrupted him again. "He never made me come." I sigh again as this just reminded me at how desperate I was at this point.

"Wow.. " he just breathed out with his eyebrows knitted and a little smug grin on his face.

An idea popped into my head, but I tried to shake it away as fast as I could. "What? What is it?" he asked, seeing my expression. "I - never mind, Anakin. Just – let's watch the movie again, okay?"

But he shook his head and turned my head towards his with his fingers on my chin. "No, tell me what you were thinking. I can see it in your face."

Suddenly my face got all red and I felt the heat rising up my neck. I never felt that way around Anakin, I was always comfortable and easy, calming down my nerves instead of getting them wrecked.

"I uh - I really can‘t tell you Ani." He tilted his head down a little and looked at me with piercing eyes. "Tell me." he commanded and repeated himself.

I swallowed down the clump that had formed in my throat. I knew that look, it was the same one he used on all these girls in clubs and bars before taking them home.

"Please don‘t look at me like that." "Why not?" yes that scene aaahh

"It‘s making me uncomfortable..“ i lied, looking away with my eyes even tho he still holds my chin. "Come on, tell me.."

Here goes nothing huh? "Would you.. I mean.. help me?" "Help you with what?" Oh now he was just teasing me. "Ani.. you know what.." I whined and glared at him, my eyes on his again. He just shook his head and and a deep chuckle rumbled through his throat.

"Maybe.. but I still want you to say it." "I want you to fuck me." I blurted out bluntly. There it is. No way back now.

"You sure you want me to do that? Because there‘s no backing down from it.“ I nod my head as a sign of 'yes' before he crashed his lips into mine.

Both his hands found the sides of my face and placed themselves there, stroking the skin with his thumbs almost in a loving kind of way. When I finally realized what was happening, I pushed him back onto his back and sat down on his lap.

One of his hands ghosted over my bare back since I only wore my sportsbra, down to my ass, grabbing it and pushing me more against his hips.

"Fuck you have no idea how long I‘ve wanted this y/n.." he groaned against my lips, kissing me with passion. "Really?"

He pulled away for a moment and stared at me as If I had three heads. "Are you kidding me? You know how many boners I‘ve had in my life when you walked around in the morning with nothing but my shirt on? Or when you came back from the gym all sweaty and panting in your little shorts?"

I had to chuckle lightly and shook my head. "Well sorry 'bout that then.." " Don‘t worry baby, now‘s your chance to make up for it." he smirked before he started kissing my neck and placing his hand on my thigh, squeezing it through my sweatpants. His soft lips left a wet trail down my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His scent filled my nose and made my head dizzy.

I started grinding against him, already feeling his boner through his pants. My fingers pulled his zipper down eagerly and pushed his pants down. "Shit.." i mumble to myself when I saw the big tent in his boxers. He glared up at me with a proud smirk on his lips. "What?Surprised?" he smirked and put his hands on my hip, grinding me against it again.

"You will be my last try with guys my age. If this ends just like all my other dates then I’m gonna go for older guys." I huff, supporting myself with my hands on his shoulders. I gazed down at him, taking in his angelic face. He always looked so beautiful to me, even more now when he bit his lip and his eyelids were heavy and hooded like he enjoyed this just as much as I did.

"You'll never think about someone else when I'm ready with you, promised." he groans, lifting his hips up against my core. Both his hands found my ass again before he suddenly got up from the couch, carrying me up the stairs. "I'm gonna fuck you into your mattress so every time you sleep in your bed, you smell us."

He kicked my door open and walked towards my bed where he let me down at the edge. My hands immediately found his boxers which I pulled down, met by his hard cock slapping against his stomach. I swallowed the clump in my throat down before looking back up at him. "What? Surprised?" he asked with an arrogant smirk.

I bit my lip and looked back down, slowly taking him into my hand. The tip was already leaking pre-cum over it's red skin. He was thick and a lot bigger than the guys I've had before him. I let a finger slide down a prominent vein that started at the base and ended right before the tip.

With my hand around him, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the tip, teasingly sucking on it while my hand slowly moved up and down his shaft.

"Mmhh fuck, I'm gonna go insane If this is just another dream." Dream? He was dreaming about me? Doing stuff like that with him? My ego boosted, so I sunk down a bit further with my mouth before I felt Anakin's hands in my hair, tugging at my scalp.

My second hand steadied against his thigh and pushing him back every time he wants to go deeper. I let go of him and started to just kiss the head, letting my tongue glide over it. "Stop teasing me.." I heard him mumble, his eyes closed and his lips parted slightly.

I let my tongue glide over his cock from the bottom to the top which seemed to be the final straw for his not existing patience. He pushed my back onto the bed so my head met one of my pillows. He tugged my pants and top of, leaving me in just my slip. His eyes slowly wandered over my body with a soft smile on his lips.

"You're beautiful y/n." I don't know what it was but something inside my stomach moved when he said my name like that. He leaned between my legs, one hand stroking the inside of my thigh. "Your skin is so soft.." he started kissing the same spots where his hand just rested a few seconds ago. ".. and you smell even better."

He pushed his thumb right against my clit through my soaked underwear. "Ani.." I moaned, pushing my head back into the pillow.

"What do you want, hm?" he tauntingly asked as If he didn't knew the answer. "Fuck me, please." I saw the surprise in his face when I answered him so bluntly without batting even one lash.

"Oh where's the fun in giving you what you want so soon, huh?" He pushed my underwear to the side, his grip hard around the cotton. "Shit.." he groaned when he saw me exposed, licking his lips hungrily. "I'm gonna wreck your world baby." he more laughed to himself than with me. He pushed his fat tip against my pussy, running it through my soaked folds, over my clit over and over again in a tormenting way.

"Ani.. please. I need you." I started begging at some point, not being able to take his teasing anymore. "Want me to push it in?" he smirked devilish before he only pushed the head inside, already making my eyes roll. God how am I supposed to take all of him? But as soon as he pushed in, he pulled back again. He did the same procedure again and again.

"I can't believe these idiots didn't treat or fuck you right with such a tight little cunt." he breathed out, his chest moving up and down, trying to control himself. "Need you.." I mumbled, my hips shaking slightly.

Then, without a single warning, he pushed in again but this time more than the tip, but all the way to the half of his cock. A loud gasp and moan left my lips, my jaw hanging loose and wide open. "Oh fuck–" "What was that huh? Still need someone older princess?"

His hips moved forward again until his whole length was inside my greedy cunt, my walls pulling him inside. "Fucking hell, you're so damn tight. Already squeezing me empty.." he groaned and started to move his hips back and forth against mine.

I grabbed his back, digging my nails into his skin. "Hold on tight baby." he chuckled before he started to fuck me into the mattress like there was no tomorrow. My eyes widened and my nails dug deeper into his skin, leaving marks all over it and my legs wrapping around his hips to feel him even deeper.

He leaned down and breathed against my lips and touching my forehead with his. "You feel so good.." a moan left his mouth. "Oh fuck Anakin, you're so – fuck yes." I arched my back and pulled on the hair of his neck with one of my hands.

"You keep your hands where they are or I'll tie you up." he taunts right into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

The night was long, it felt like hours and I heard early birds chirping at some point. I laid on my stomach, pillow under my tummy and ass up in the air while he pounded me from behind. His hands were on my throat and on my nipples, playing with them, making me even wetter than before.

"God Ani.. need to cum.." I mumbled tired into the pillow under my face, a whiney tone to it. my eyes rolling back and my bottom lip tugged between my teeth, probably looking like straight from porn. "Aw what, did I fuck you stupid?" he mocked me with a following grunt, the sound of skin slapping filling the air around us.

A whimper left my mouth as an answer and I moved one of my hands down to my clit, rubbing it in circles, desperate to cum. "Want help with that?" he murmured into my ear from behind, his sweaty chest against my sore back. I nodded helpless and let him push my hand away to replace it with his own.

"Please let me come, please." I cried, pushing my ass with the same rhythm against his hips. he squeezed my throat tighter, letting my mind go fuzzy. "Nhhg fuck yes - come around my cock baby, fucking drip down on me like the little slut you are." he groaned into my ear.

I squeezed my eyes shut when the heat inside my tummy became too much and finally exploded. My mouth hung open and a broken cry erupted from my throat. My legs were shaking like crazy, my walls clenching around his throbbing cock.

"Hm fuck yeah, milk me baby.. want me to come inside that pretty pussy? Wanna feel my cum?" I heard it in his voice how close he was and that he was probably holding back right now. "Yes.." I sighed tired but happy which was enough for him to slap my ass hard and let out a quiet whimper, creating goosebumps on my skin from that needy sound.

"God I'm gonna come, I'm - ohh.." he gasped in a deep breath and held still, shooting his load right inside of me, painting my pulsing walls. A sensitive whimper came out of me and I looked back behind me. Anakin's head hung low and his upper body was shaking slightly from his orgasm.

He slowly and carefully pulled out of me, collapsing next to me. His arms wrapped themselves around me and pulled me closer against his chest. "That was wonderful.. such a high." he sighed against my hair. I nuzzled my head against his chest and took a deep breath, smelling his scent. "I should have asked you way sooner.." I giggled quietly, my eyes still closed since they were heavy and burning, seeking for some sleep.

"Hmm.. don't worry. You'll never have to worry about that ever again." he whispered back, pulling my even closer than before.

thank u for reading, it‘s the first time i wrote something for anakin 💓

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[harrysdaydream-tpwk]

“I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch- H.S”

summary: Harry and you argue after his show at Wembley and he gets jealous and pissy. Angst ensues

warnings: arguments, swearing, angst with a happy ending

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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The door slammed shut behind him, his footsteps heavy, even on the carpeted floor. You sighed, tired and weary. It had been a long night and by the looks of it, it was about to get even longer.

Harry huffed, taking off his shoes with more force than necessary, throwing them in the general direction of his open suitcase. He wasn’t wearing the colourful outfit anymore, looking much more like yours in the black nike shorts and worn-out t-shirt you’ve seen far too many times on him. You stood in the doorway between the ensuite bathroom and the bedroom, watching him quietly as he ran his fingers through his brown hair repeatedly-noting it had get even longer since the last time you saw him.

He looked up at you finally, his eyes stormy and half-lidded. He was mad, furious even and you weren’t totally sure why. You hadn’t seen him for three weeks, the tour taking a toll on your relationship and you had hoped this night would’ve at least be a change to your boring office life, a moment with the man you loved so dearly.

“What is your problem?”, you said demanding, sounding harsher than intended. Your arms were crossed in front of your chest, you yourself still dressed in the outfit you had chosen for tonight’s show. A pink, puffy dress, matching cowboy boots and hat. Hell, you had even put on a boa, going all out.

“My-“, he breathed out, before getting louder, “My problem? What the hell is your problem? We haven’t seen each other in almost a month and you already go around flirting with other guys? At my own damn show nonetheless?” He stood up from where he was sat on the king sized bed, taking a step closer to you.

“What?”, you sputtered unbelievingly. “What the fuck are you even talking about? All I did was talk to your mum and your sister, I haven’t seen either of them since Christmas and you just accuse me of things that didn’t even happen? Fuck you.” Tears gathered in your eyes and he noticed, faltering slightly.

“I saw you”, he started, pointing his finger at you,” Talking to him. I don’t know who he was, I don’t even care. I just know you were laughing pretty hard at his jokes or whatever he was telling you. A little too much to just be friendly.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Ryan-“

He interrupted you before you could even finish. “Oh, Ryan”, he mocked, “Is that his name? Gotta be careful you don’t start moaning his name the next time we fuck.”

He was getting really worked up now, the vain on his forehead popping and you were getting angrier by the minute too. He had always been jealous, even a little possessive, and it was getting on your nerves.

“Ryan is an old friend from school, you asshole. You know him, I invited him to my birthday party two years ago. He’s gay, Harry, so he’s not interested in me and I’m not interested in him. It’s just a coincidence, he told me you were really nice to him when he met you and that he wanted to support you. Although, I don’t expect him to think so highly of you if he knew what you’re throwing at me right now.” You took a deep breath in, the tears finally breaching free. You couldn’t keep them in any longer.

You were exhausted, travelling from home to see him at Wembley, his concert of two hours and then this argument on top of it. The weak and selfish part of you just wanted him to hold you, while the bigger part just wanted to yell at him some more. You missed him and he was treating you so unfairly.

“I missed you”, you whispered, “I just wanted to spend the night with you peacefully, you’re my home, Harry. Why don’t you ever make me feel like I’m yours too?” You let out a sob, slapping your hand over your mouth defeated.

“Oh. Oh, Y/N.” His eyes were soft now, staring at you unnervingly. “Here, sit down, my love. You look like you’ll fall over any minute.” He guided you to a chair nearby, pushing you down gently.

“I’m so sorry”, he whispered, kneeling before you. His face was illuminated by the lights of London outside the big hotel window. “This tour has taken a toll on me, I missed you so much more, Y/N, you have to believe me. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I just got so upset over the thought of you with someone else. I’m so selfish, I wish I could have you by my side everyday, you know? I love you and I never want to hurt you, not like this. Not over something I have so obviously perceived wrongly.”

You laughed wetly, your make-up probably smudged, making you look like a hot mess. “You know, I’m starting to think that you were right when you sang that you were just an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit that he’s sorry.” He chuckled quietly, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“I forgive you”, you said, kissing his palm, which was still holding your face gently, “But never say something like this to me again. I’d never cheat on you, not in a million chances. You’re my everything.”

“And you’re mine. We’ve got to figure out a way to see each other more, even when I’m touring and you’re working. I can’t go a day without you, without missing your beautiful face.”

You smiled softly, leaning down and he took the invitation to press a gentle, closed- mouthed kiss to your lips, a promise you understood, you accepted.

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lmk what you think<3 haven’t written in a while so i’m a bit rusty! i’m also working on a larger project that should hopefully be up in a few weeks. until then i’ll try my luck with smaller blurbs and one shots. enjoy!<3

[w2soneshots]

Oblivious -W2S

words: 1.5k

warnings: light smut, alcohol consumption.

summary: you realise that you and Harry aren’t ‘just friends’

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user29368103: HARRYS COMMENT!!??

Today I'm having a party to celebrate my new apartment and the entire group: Josh and Freya, Simon and Talia, Ethan and Faith, Vik, JJ, Tobi and Harry are all coming. I've already brought a load of alcohol, plastic cups and a speaker (since I accidentally left my last one at my old place). I met everyone through Talia, we've been best friends since high school so when she met Simon I began being invited to parties and eventually just became apart of the group. When Faith met Ethan around two years ago she immediately fit right in and we quickly became great friends, I was there for her during her entire pregnancy with Olive (who is staying at Faith's mum's house tonight so the couple can have fun) and always offer to look after the toddler whenever needs be.

The party begins at 7:00 o'clock so I began getting ready at around 5. I straightened my hair, applied some makeup and got dressed into a nude, lacy body suit along with some low waisted blue jeans and some matching nude heels. I then took some pics for insta and by the time I was finished it was 6:45. I dimmed the lights slightly, turned on the speaker and began playing the loud music from my phone. A few minutes later there was a knock on my door. I quickly traveled towards it and swung it open to reveal Simon, Talia and JJ. With a big smile I led them into the room "come on in!" "First here ya know!" JJ said loudly. "Ye because you came with us you're usually late." Simon stated with a chuckle. "Oi low it fam!" JJ retaliated.

Freya and Josh arrived soon after then Tobi, Ethan and Faith, Vik and finally Harry. Once everyone was here the fun really began. With the music blasting, drinks in everyone's hands (except Tobi's) all four of us girls stood in a circle dancing drunkenly. I glanced over to the boys who were all sat on and around my couch, I caught Harry's eyes. I smiled sweetly at him and he returned it.

A few minutes later I decided to go to the bathroom. Once I was in there I quickly fixed up my makeup and washed some of the sticky alcohol off my arm from where Talia had accidentally spilled her drink. As I opened the door to leave, while trying to manoeuvre one of my heels so it wasn't digging into my foot, I banged directly into Harry. "Shit, sorry!" he blurted out. I laughed "it's fine, I should have been watching when I was going!" As I looked up at him properly I noticed that he was looking at me slightly differently. I smiled "What?" I asked with furrowed brows. "Oh, nothing." he said and moved around me to enter the bathroom. "Strange?" I thought, but I just shrugged my shoulders and walked back into the living room/kitchen.

After a few hours once almost everyone was pissed we decided it'd be fun to play truth or dare. We all sat around the on the couch, floor or extra chairs brought from the kitchen area into the circle we'd created. When everyone was sat we began. "Me first!" JJ shouted throwing his hand into the air. "Go on then." Josh said. "Ok... Simon truth or dare?" JJ shouted once again. Simon rolled his eyes "for fuck sake, truth." JJ giggled mischievously "have you ever done anal?" Talia grimaced "yes." Simon said glancing over to Talia who now sat with her head in her hands, embarrassed.

The game continued and the questions and dares just got worse... "Vik, truth or dare?" Ethan asked. "Dare." Vik replied. "Umm... I dare you to do a shot of... sambuca and tomato sauce." Ethan said confidently. We all turned to stare at him "uh, what?" I said and we all burst out laughing, our drunkenness making it hilarious. "I wasn't expecting tomato sauce!" Josh said through laughter. Vik did the shot and it looked absolutely disgusting.

Once it finally became my turn Faith asked "y/n, truth or dare?". I sighed "truth." She thought for a moment "ok, have you ever had a sex dream about anyone here?" My eyes widened, I wasn't expecting Faith to ask a question like that. I looked around the room. I'm sure no one will remember this tomorrow anyway... "yes I have." I blushed and grabbed a pillow to cover my face. I heard a few gasps "no fucking way... who?" Freya questioned. "Wasn't part of the question." I mumbled into the pillow. When everyone calmed down I removed my face from the pillow and quickly moved on to someone else, "Tal your turn."

After Talia it came back to JJ "wait Harry hasn't been!" he stated. "Bog truth or dare?" Ethan asked. "Truth." he said simply. "Have you ever thought about any one here as more than a friend?" Ethan said jokingly gesturing to himself. "Yes." he said. Everyone quickly looked at him and he looked shocked at himself. "Who?" Ethan questioned even though there was realistically only person it could be... me, assuming he's not gay or has a crush on one of his friends birds, but surely not right? I mean I guess he's been a little more complementary lately and there's been a few weird looks, I've caught him staring a few times, he's been commenting on my posts, his breath hitched strangely once when I lent over him to grab my phone... oh. my. fuck.

"Who?" I said seriously, standing up. He just stared. The room fell silent and my heart sunk. I left the room and entered my bedroom. I feel really weird right now, how could I be so oblivious. I was sat on my bed with my head in my hands when there was a knock on the door, "y/n, It's us can we come in?" I heard Faith say from the other side of the door. I sighed slightly in relief "come in!" I said. The door creaked open and Talia, Freya and Faith walked into the room. Freya and Faith sat ether side of me on the bed and Tal squatted in front of me. "Surely you knew?" Talia said. "No, now I think about it I don't know how I didn't notice." I said. "Do you like him?" Faith asked putting emphasis on the "you" and "him". I inhaled "I dunno... maybe?" All three girls jumped slightly "you do!" Freya shouted. I shushed her "they'll hear you!" I said.

After a few minutes once I'd calmed down I said "I should really speak to him." They all nodded "do you want me to go get him?" Tal asked. I nodded, now nervous. They left and a few minutes later Harry stood at my door "come in." I said looking up at him from the bed. He shut the door behind him and sat next to me. "Im sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I was gonna talk to you I just couldn't find the right time-" he started. "You don't need to apologise." I said looking up to him through my eyelashes. Our eyes looked, something washed over me (probably drunk confidence) and I leaned forward connecting our lips. He froze slightly at first but quickly melted into it. My hands roamed through his hair as his stayed firmly at my waist. I removed one of my hands from his hair and placed it onto his hand, I moved his hand so it rested on my ass.

He pulled me forward slightly so I swung my leg over him so I sat on his lap. He groaned quietly when I sat. With both his hands now firmly on my ass I pulled away "Wait." He furrowed his brows "did I do something wrong?" I laughed slightly "no, just give me two seconds." I said and jumped off of him. I opened my bedroom door and walked into the living room. Everyone looked to me, I smiled lightly then leaned down so my mouth was close to Talia's ear. "Harry's gonna stay so can you get everyone to leave?" I whispered so only she could hear. She widened her eyes at me then nodded. I smiled then ran back towards the bedroom.

The smile stayed on my face as I sat back on Harry's lap "there gone." I said with my hands around his neck. He smirked then stood from the bed with me in his arms. He lay on the bed with me under him. "Just for the record, that sex dream was about you." I whispered and his eyes closed as he let out a deep sort of growl.

[strangesthirdeye]

In The Afterlife (Severus Snape x Dead! Reader)

Summary: He welcomed his death like an old friend

Warning: It's Severus Snape, we love him. Heavy angst, he's dead, afterlife, death mentioned, blood, murder, Deathly Hallow part II, reader already dead, love, Peace

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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Severus is shaking as all his breath has been taken little by little, the pain is starting to sting and blood is pouring out of his neck. This is it, he's going to die leaving the wizardry world behind. Free from this heavy duty.

Severus let out a shaky breath and looked at Harry who was kneeling beside him while his hands stopped the bleeding on his neck.

"Look ... at ... me. ...” he whispered.

Harry stared at Severus solemnly.

"You have your mother's eyes" he whispered lowly but enough for Harry to hear what Severus said.

Harry was stunned and stared at Severus in shock. His mouth opened unexpectedly at what his old professor said. Now he feels guilty after all these years he hates Severus, how he accused Severus of being a traitor and everything.

The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.

Harry leaned backwards and stared at the unalive eyes in front of him. Empty. No life in it. And he gave his condolences to Severus one last time before he and his friend left the boathouse.

Severus' dead body gradually turned pale as more blood and life came out of him. He didn't protest nor did he get angry but he let it go because he knew there was someone waiting for him on the other side.

"Severus" a feminine voice called him.

Severus opened his eyes slowly as a blinding white light shone in front of him. He groaned in pain and adjusted his eyes to match his surroundings. After a couple of blinking, he opened his eyes without any pain in his retina.

"Severus" a feminine voice called him again.

Severus looked around for the source of the voice and stopped when his attention was caught by a woman dressed in a simple white dress. You.

He was stunned and lost for words. It's been a long time since he met you after you died the same year as Lily Potter. You are still beautiful just like you are still alive only you look more mature just like him. He stiffened there. You always impressed him with various things, and that's made his heart skip a few beats when he was in school.

He didn't say anything about that. He tends to keep that to himself. He is afraid to admit that he has feelings for you. He is afraid that he will be rejected and insulted by you because who wants to be with Snivelius? Who in the right mindset wants to be with him? No one. That's why he kept it to himself.

"Severus" you called him again with that sweet smile that Severus adored.

He snapped out of his reverie and slowly approached you. He noticed that he was still wearing his black robe, only it looked clean and there were no traces of blood or dirt. He unconsciously reached out to his broken neck only to find that there was no blood or a big slit on his neck. He's clean and feels more alive than before. Severus' attention returned to you, and he finally got in front of you.

You looked upon his face with a gentle smile before reaching out to palmed his cheeks. "Hello, Sev"

Severus breath hitched in his throat when he heard your voice that he hadn't heard in a long time. His eyes tear up with tears as he leans his forehead against you and savoring your warmth that he misses.

He raised his hand and caressed your cheek with his thumb as he closed his eyes.

"Y/n...I'm sorry" Severus whispered somberly.

You stroked his cheeks and sighed lightly. "It's not your fault. I'm just in the wrong place at the wrong time, that's all."

"I was in the group that attacked Hogsmade, I didn't know you were there too" he whispered with a face wet with tears.

"it's not your fault, you didn't kill me but another Death Eater is. Besides, it happened a long time ago." you looked at his broken face.

He opened his eyes and backed away a little from your face. His eyes were red and his cheeks were wet and puffed with tears. He caressed your cheek unconsciously.

"I was stupid and young at that time.. I-" new tears started to fall. "I push you away from me even if you only want to help me.. I didn't get a chance to say my feelings to you" he hugged your small frames tightly.

"I know about that, Severus. I.. I also have feelings for you but I don't have the heart to tell you.. I feel so guilty for leaving you in that world while I am free from all problems. Not free from this feeling to you. Everytime I sit here I always think about you, your whereabouts and your safety. I always worry about you." you said in his ear.

Severus kept crying on your shoulder as you rubbed his back gently. Severus was not one to show his emotions to others. He always hides his emotions behind his stoic cold face. But then, he doesn't know why now all his emotions are clearly shown to you.

You sniffed and pulled away from Severus' arms to face his wet face. You smile watery. "now, we are together, nothing can stop us. No more Voldermort, no more Death Eater. Just us."

"just us" Severus muttered and then without a second thought, he leaned his face towards you and kissed you tenderly with a large amount of emotion inside one kiss.

You returned the kissed with more passion and put your hands on his shoulders. As your breath reached its limit, you both pulled away from each other and leaned your forehead against each other. Severus hands already on your waist.

Both of your eyes look at each other's faces with love in both of your eyes. This is it, your new world. And new feelings. Feelings that have been hidden for a long time finally come true at the end.

[merrybloomwrites]

I Hear Them Calling (Chapter 1)

Story Summary: Alpha Harry Styles and omega Y/N Y/L/N meet under less than ideal circumstances. Overtime their paths will cross and they will be drawn to one another in ways they never expected.

Chapter Summary: Y/N attends her first Harry Styles concert and catches the unwanted attention of a knothead alpha. Luckily Harry and his team are able get to you in time, leading to some confusing thoughts about the popstar.

Previous Chapters: Prologue

CW: Attempted assault (nothing too graphic but it is there)

Word Count: 4.7k

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“What do you mean you can’t go?” You ask incredulously. Going to the concert wasn’t even your idea. It was your friend Rachel’s and now she’s ditching you.

There’s a pause on the other end of the call before Rachel says, “It’s my dog. Well, my family dog that we’ve had since I was in middle school. She’s not doing well, and they think she only has a couple days left so now I have to drive back to Delaware to see her and say goodbye.”

“Oh my god, Rach, I’m so sorry!” And now you feel like a jerk for being mad at her canceling.

“Thanks. We knew it was coming but I hoped we had a few more weeks. Uhm, anyway, I need to finish packing and get on the road.”

“Of course, yea, safe trip home,” you quickly reply.

“You better take some videos of the concert and send them to me. Especially if he does something different for night one at MSG!”  

“Rachel, I’m not gonna have any idea if he’s doing stuff different from his last shows, as I have no idea what his shows are like. But I promise to send you a couple videos, okay?”

“Still can’t believe you haven’t watched any videos from tour. What rock do you live under again?” You laugh at her teasing, mostly cause it’s true. The fact that you’ve made it this far without knowing much about Harry Styles surprises even you. “Have fun for both of us tonight,” Rachel says.

“I will, give your dog a belly rub from me. Love you!”

“Love you too, bye!”

The call ends and you sit for a moment. You don’t really want to go to a concert alone, but that’s what your night now has in store. Rachel had tried calling some other people in your friend group, but they were all busy. You’d also texted your two best friends, Amelia and Violet, but it was too last minute for them to change plans and go with you.

So, alone it is.

You look at the outfit you had planned but decide against it. The leather pants and crop top ensemble isn’t exactly in your comfort zone, but Rachel chose it and wanted the two of you to match. Now that you’re on your own you switch to a pair of jean shorts with tights underneath and a flowy top, something you’re much more comfortable with. Harry’s music plays in the background while you get ready. You’d been studying the setlist to make sure you would know at least some of the songs he’ll perform. You’re happy when you find yourself singing along, showing that listening on repeat had worked.

After getting dressed you do your hair and makeup, then drive to your local train station. Living in north Jersey has its perks, and the quick train ride directly to Madison Square Garden might just be the biggest.

You get off the train and follow the trail of feathers from the boas which leads you directly to the venue. You show your ticket and are led to the entrance for the pit.

Being in the pit had also been Rachel’s idea. You’d never done that before, and you would have preferred somewhere with a seat, and honestly a better view from a higher vantage point. But you’d agreed to pit and in the weeks leading to the show you’d actually become excited to experience something new.

But now that you’re alone, you’re a bit overwhelmed. You’re one of the last people to arrive, since it’s only half an hour before the opener is set to start, so you end up hanging in the back. But even then, the large amount of people around you has you on edge.

Being a single female is hard. Guys are always hitting on women, feeling entitled to your company, not taking no for an answer. But being a single female omega is even harder. The way you see it betas have it easy, especially since they’re the majority. And alphas? Well, what do they have to worry about? They’re bigger, they’re stronger, they have their alpha voices that can command you and take away your free will if they want. Plus, they have an unmatched sense of superiority, thinking they’re so special just because of their secondary gender.

But you’re an omega. Often considered to be the weakest gender. Which is stupid. You’re the gender that gives birth, which takes way more strength than alphas could ever possess. And yet you’re still looked down upon by plenty of people in society.

So, you choose to hide your secondary gender. Only your family members plus Ameila and Violet know the truth. You don’t need anyone judging you based on one little trait.

Going out in public, especially at places as crowded as MSG always gives you anxiety. You never know if a knothead alpha is going to be there and literally sniff you out as an omega. But you trust your suppressants and soothers and, most importantly, your scent blockers, to do their jobs and hide your omega status from the strangers around you.

The pills have never failed in you in the eight years since you started taking them. You have no reason to doubt them now.

And yet, you can’t help but feel uneasy about the attention a certain man in the crowd is giving you. He is undoubtedly an alpha, one that for sure does not use scent blockers. In fact, you’re almost convinced he’s doing something to broadcast his scent, somehow make it even stronger. It’s an unpleasant odor, one that practically burns your nose, but you pretend you can’t smell it. Afterall, a beta wouldn’t be able to notice the scent.

But as much as you try to ignore the scent, going so far as to move to the entire other side of the pit, it still lingers. Because you are most definitely being followed. Seemingly casual glances at the crowd around you shows that the man has moved with you.

Going closer to the stage is the last thing you want to do, but getting deeper in the crowd might be what you need to shake off the man. The girls around you gladly welcome you and make space for you to join. A moment later the opening act starts to play, and you no longer smell the alpha. You’re relieved and get into the music for a few minutes.

Then the girls around you start to move, and you hear them say something about the bathroom. You decide to go with them since you could use a bathroom break and there will be safety in numbers. You keep your head down and casually follow, in hopes that the man won’t see you leaving the crowd.

Only once in the bathroom do you lift your head up. There’s a small line since most people are out listening to the first band. A moment later it’s your turn and you enter the stall. After using the restroom, you notice a large rip in your tights. You look at them, hoping they can be considered fashionably torn, but then you see another hole and decide to give up on them altogether.

It takes you a couple minutes to get rid of them, needing basically to fully undress from the waist down to get them off. Finally, you’re put together again, and you exit the stall, throw out the destroyed tights, and wash your hands. You notice that the group you came with is gone. In fact, the entire bathroom is now empty.

You sigh, disappointed that you’re on your own again, but you suck it up and start making your way back to the pit.

The second you walk out the bathroom door you smell it. Him. That acrid, somehow fishy, definitely revolting scent that alerts you that the alpha is nearby.

Before you even see him you hear him say, “Be quiet, and follow me.”

Shit. That’s an alpha command. You’re aware of that fact, but unable to fight it. You want to run, go back to the crowd, but you have no choice but to follow this man deeper into the back hallways. You want to scream, but every time you open your mouth, no sound comes out.

He leads you to a deserted corner, pushing you so your back is against a wall, and says, “Now stay quiet, and don’t move.”

Again, you do as he says, not only because of the command that you have to follow, but also due to the fear paralyzing you to the spot and rendering you silent.

“What a good little omega,” he says as he walks closer. He leans towards your neck, breath ghosting over your mating spot, and a loud whimper escapes you.

Realizing that you don’t need words to call for help, you begin to let out whines and whimpers as well as release distressed pheromones. Sure, you have scent blockers, but they’re not perfect and fear this strong will surely overpower them. You hope it’s enough to alert any other alphas nearby that there is an omega in danger.

You see the anger cross the man’s face, note the furious pheromones he’s releasing, but before he even reacts, your world goes dark.

***

Harry’s stylist is putting the finishing touches on his hair when there’s a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Harry says.

The door opens and he sees his band standing just outside the room.

“Blood Orange is about to start,” his drummer, Sarah, says. “You coming to watch with us?”

“Yea, of course. I’ll join you in a minute.”

As soon as he’s left alone, Harry takes some calming breaths. Night one of fifteen consecutive sold out shows at Madison Square Garden. He can’t believe how far he’s come in his career. He takes another deep breath, reminding himself that he’s worked hard for this, that he’s completely ready.

After spraying one more dose of scent blockers, he walks out of his room and goes through the hallways to find his band. They’re at the end of one hall, standing at the opening they’ll use later to walk to the stage. Harry joins them, making sure they’re all back far enough that they are still hidden from the fans.

Harry mingles with his band while they wait for the opener to start their set. But after a minute, Harry starts to get an uneasy feeling. He himself isn’t nervous or scared, so he really doesn’t understand where this sudden anxiety is coming from.

Harry looks around and sees a worried look on Sarah’s face. Aside from Harry himself, Sarah is the only other Alpha in the band. So the fact that they both have a sudden bad feeling while the betas around them seem unbothered has Harry on edge.

He begins to look for any type of potential threat. Right away he notices that the two Alpha security guards are scanning the area as well, hinting that they’ve picked up on the same thing. One of them walks away to start looking for anything that could be going wrong.

Blood Orange takes the stage, and that anxious feeling seems to go away. Harry checks with Sarah and she’s feeling better too, so they assume whatever was wrong has been taken care of.

Everyone enjoys the first few songs, and suddenly, the feeling comes back, way stronger than before. Harry’s alpha is immediately alert. He starts moving before he even realizes what he’s doing. He hears footsteps and sees Sarah and a security guard following close behind.

None of them know exactly where the trouble is, they just follow their instincts through the backstage hallways. Suddenly, the feeling of overwhelming terror hits them, and they can faintly hear whimpers coming from a distressed omega.

They start to run in the direction the sounds are coming from. Rounding a corner, they come across a scene that has their blood boiling.

There’s a female omega, seemingly unconscious, being physically held up against a wall by a male alpha.

“Let her go,” Harry growls out using his alpha voice. It’s less effective on the man than it would be on an omega, but his grip on the girl involuntarily loosens. Harry and the security guard move in to pull the alpha off, and Sarah runs forward to catch the girl.

More security guards move in and drag the alpha away to be questioned.

Harry’s focus shifts to the omega now being held in Sarah’s lap on the floor. Adrenaline is still coursing through Harry’s body, but he feels himself relaxing faster than he thought possible. That’s when he realizes Sarah is releasing calming pheromones. He immediately works to do the same, rather than continue to broadcast the anger he’s feeling.

He knows his emotions can affect the vulnerable omega, and the last thing he wants to do is cause her most stress.

His most pressing worry is that she’s dropped. It wouldn’t be all that surprising. Omegas tend to drop during stressful situations. This can be dangerous for a number of reasons, especially if they don’t have a trusted alpha to keep them safe while they’re under.

Not only can they not protect their bodies, but a drop can also be a scary experience mentally. Omegas have described it as feeling untethered, like they’re stuck in darkness, unable to find a way out. There are good drops as well, ones you go into on purpose to give your mind rest. This is always done when there is an alpha there to hold and scent them and keep them safe and grounded throughout.

But if this is a drop, Harry knows it would be a bad one, and they’d need to gently bring her up immediately.

“Sarah?” Harry says to get the other alpha’s attention.

“Yes?” she replies, not taking her eyes off the girl.

“Do you think she’s dropped?”

“No. At least not fully. I can still catch a bit of her scent. If she went fully under it would have disappeared completely.”

There’s movement all around them, members of venue security and Harry’s team all coming and going to ensure everyone is safe. Music and loud cheers can be heard, meaning the opening act if still playing, that the show was not interrupted by what happened backstage.

Harry and Sarah are focused solely on the omega, until they hear a familiar male voice say, “There you guys are. Sarah, you scared the shit out of me running off like that.”

She looks up at her husband, Mitch, and smiles sheepishly before saying, “Sorry, I really didn’t think. We heard her distressed whines and just reacted.”

“Is she okay?” Mitch asks, crouching down to be level with the group on the floor.

“We think so,” Harry answers. “There was an alpha who had her cornered. Not sure what exactly he was planning but it was obviously nothing good. She was unconscious when we got to her. Just wish she’d wake up so we can check that she’s really unharmed.”

“Is she in a drop?” Mitch asks. Being a beta he’s not as knowledgeable about these things but he knows enough to be concerned about the girl.

“No, definitely not a full drop. But I’ve been flooding the area with calming pheromones and she’s still not waking up,” Sarah says worriedly.

“Maybe she just senses unknown alphas around her. Why don’t I try holding her and you guys move away a bit?” He senses how reluctant they are to move away from the omega, but eventually they listen to Mitch.

He settles on the ground and Sarah passes the omega to him before moving to give them space. After another minute the girl begins to stir, groggily at first before her eyes shoot open and she jumps up to move away from all the people around her. They watch cautiously, unsure what to do with the sudden change in the situation.

***

For awhile you’re stuck in the dark. This isn’t a drop, not really. You’ve only ever dropped twice but you can tell there’s a difference this time. You’re still aware of what’s going on around you, even if the details are fuzzy.

The alpha is gone. That you know for sure. The awful smell is gone, replaced by a much more pleasant one. It’s a mix of black tea and maybe the ocean? Whatever it is reminds you of early morning walks on the beach during family vacations. You relax more into this scent, and then notice that fresh laundry smell which always means someone is releasing calming pheromones.

You start to relax, the adrenaline slowly leaving your body. You can still sense multiple alphas, which keeps you a bit on edge. You try to open your eyes, but you’re still in a deep fog, probably due to the mix of intense emotions and the multiple alpha commands you’d been subjected to.

You don’t realize that someone is holding you until they shift and place you in another person’s arms. The alpha scent fades and you know the person now holding you is for sure a beta.

Finally, you manage to open your eyes. It takes a moment for you to get your bearings, but when you do, you’re overwhelmed, and honestly a bit embarrassed. Harry Styles, the Harry Styles, the world-famous popstar you’re here to see, is sitting across the hall from you, studying you closely. Next to him is a woman you recognize as his drummer.

After these discoveries, you fully realize your current position; that you’re being held in someone’s lap. One glance at the man shows it’s Harry’s guitarist. You’re no longer embarrassed. No, now you’re completely mortified. You quickly extract yourself from his hold and stand up, looking at the group, totally speechless.

They slowly stand as well, all looking at you. And not just them, but the other dozen or so people that are still in the hallway. There are so many eyes on you, watching you, and you just want to disappear.

Picking up on your unease, Harry says, “Why don’t we go somewhere less exposed, hm? You can hang in my dressing room and maybe have a medic look you over if that’s alright?”

Without thinking you begin to nod your head, just wanting to get somewhere quiet with less people. He reaches out as though to place his hand on your back and lead you but seems to think again and pulls his arm back. Instead, he walks ahead, and you follow, Mitch and Sarah coming as well.

You arrive at the room, groaning when you see more people waiting there. One’s the medic Harry mentioned, another is obviously a police officer, and the third is a man you don’t recognize.

“Harry, need to you choose your outfit and get dressed. We’ll take care of, uhm, sorry I didn’t catch your name,” says the man.

“Oh, I’m Y/N,” you say immediately, surprised at just how scratchy your voice comes out.

Sarah must pick up on it because she asks you, “Would you like a cup of tea love?”

You can’t help but smile and let out a laugh at that.

“What’s go funny?” she asks, smiling as well.

“It’s just, your scent, it definitely smells like tea. And the first thing you say to me is about tea. Sorry, I know it’s not polite to comment on someone else’s smell,” you finish, head lowering in a new wave of embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m not offended,”

“Plus, you’re right,” Harry adds. “Swear I can’t make a cup of tea without thinking of her.”

“Aw, H, you think of me? How sweet,” she says with a joking tone.

“Real sweet,” Mitch says, then adds, “But stay away from my girl.”

You smile watching the easy interaction, happy to be distracted by their banter, sipping on the tea Sarah brings you.

That is until the man, whom you’ve learned is Harry’s manager, Jeff, reminds Harry that he’s supposed to be getting dressed, and the cop and medic walk over to you. There’s a table in one corner of the room and they lead you to it.

“Y/N, I’m Kate, I’m just going to get your vitals and check you over to make sure you’re okay, is that alright with you?”

“Yes, that’s fine,” you reply.

“And I’m Officer Michaels, is it okay if I ask you some questions about the incident tonight?"

“Of course.”

And so, as Kate does a quick exam you tell the whole story to the officer, starting with the uneasy feeling when you first noticed the man, all the way to him using his alpha voice to corner you in a back hallway.

Harry had reentered the room by this point, dressed in his show outfit and looking completely ready to get on stage. But he’s making no moves to leave the room, even though Jeff is reminding him the show is supposed to start in five minutes. Mitch and Sarah leave to finish getting ready themselves.

“Are we all set here?” You ask Kate and Officer Michaels.

“I have everything I need,” he replies. Kate adds, “Everything checks out just fine,” and they both exit the room as well.

This leaves you with just Harry and Jeff.

“Great, so I guess I should go back to the pit then?” You knew you were holding everything up and didn’t want to be more in the way than you already have been.

“Actually, Y/N, it would probably be best if you stay here for the show. Jeff, can you go grab Jada for me?”

The man nods, leaving you alone in the room with Harry. He motions to the couch, inviting you to sit and you do so. He sits on the coffee table facing you.

“I know you want to see the concert, and I know the man is gone, but I have to admit, my alpha is a bit on edge right now. To be completely honest, I don’t know if I could go out there and perform if you’re not completely safe. I would really like it if you stayed in this room and watched the concert on the TV over there. I promise to get you and your friends tickets to another show, alright?”

You’re taken aback by this, surprised by how much he seems to care about you, a random fan he’s never met before. And knowing that his alpha was triggered by what happened to the point where it’s still uneasy is a pretty big deal. That normally doesn’t happen with strangers. Sarah was no longer worried, and the alpha security guards were completely fine the second they caught the man.

So why was Harry’s alpha still calling the shots? It would make sense if you were partners, or at the very least, friends. Maybe Harry does truly care that deeply about all of his fans. That must be it. Because it certainly can’t be you in particular. There’s nothing special about you, other than being a damsel in distress and nearly derailing his show.

He must see the confusion on your face and continues, “Jada will be here in a moment, and she’ll hang out with you. Anything you need, just ask her. I won’t see you after the show, I leave right from the stage, but talk to Jada and Jeff and they’ll make sure you get home safely.”

“Okay, thank you so much for everything,” you reply.

“Of course. It’s the least I can do. Y/N, I am so very sorry something like this happened to you here. I always want this to be a fun, safe place for everyone.”

“It’s not your fault. Please, don’t feel bad. It is completely that knothead’s fault. You guys are the ones that saved me.”

He reaches forward and places his hand on top of yours, just for a second. Your hand tingles as he pulls away, like a bolt of electricity had just gone through it. You meet his eyes, and see he felt it too. You stare at each other, frozen for a moment, until there’s another knock at the door.

Harry stands quickly and introduces you to Jada as she joins you on the couch.

“Okay, I have to go before Jeff kills me. Y/N please give Jada your contact info so we can get those new tickets to you. Get some safe,” he says.

“Thank you, break a leg,” you reply and a second later he’s gone.

You talk to Jada throughout the start of the show, smiling as she lets you in on some behind the scenes info about the tour. After a few songs she asks if there’s anything she can get you.

“I actually have kind of a weird favor. I was supposed to come with a friend, but she couldn’t come at the last minute. I promised to send her videos and she’s going to be suspicious if I don’t have any. Would you be able to take a couple videos from the pit? I just don’t want to have to explain what happened. At least, not yet.”

“Of course, girl, I’ve got you. I’ll go get a couple of the next songs. Are you okay in here? There’s security outside the door so no one will be able to get in.”

“Yea, I’ll be fine,” you reply with a smile.

She walks out and you sink into the couch, grateful for a few minutes alone. Everyone has been so lovely, but it’s been a lot, and you need a minute just to breathe. You close your eyes, relaxing your body, and when you’re fully calm, you smell it.

There’s another alpha scent, but not one of a person nearby. No, it’s in the fabric of the couch. And the blanket next to you. And the shirt draped over the back of the couch.

It’s Harry’s scent. And it’s amazing. So clean, and fresh, with hints of chocolate, and the forest, and something sweet. Maybe roses, you think. Definitely a hint of floral. And once you catch the scent, it’s all you can think about, like it’s wrapped you in a warm hug. You feel better than you have in hours, the stress of the day fully washing away.

Even when Jada comes back, Harry’s smell is what you focus on the most. She notices you’re quieter than before and must assume you’re just tired from everything that has happened. She goes back out towards the end of the show to grab another video and you can’t help yourself. You turn to the side, right where the shirt is, and purposely take a deep breath. It’s almost overwhelming, your omega telling you to steal the shirt so you’ll always have the delicious scent with you.

That snaps you back to reality. You need to get your omega under control. You’re just like every other fan, thirsting for the amazing Harry Styles. Get a grip, you tell your omega. He’ll never be ours, don’t get attached.

Jada comes back, the show ends, and she leads you to a car that will bring you home. She asks for your car keys and ensures someone else will grab it from the station and drop it off at your place. She rides with you back to your home, along with a security guard.

You exchange numbers during the drive and breathe a sigh of relief when your apartment building comes into view. It’s been an exhausting day, and you can’t wait for a hot shower and your comfy bed.

You thank Jada for everything and notice them waiting for you to get safely inside before driving away.

You scorch your skin in the shower, put on your comfiest pajamas, and burrow under your covers.

You fall asleep that night not thinking of the horrible alpha, and the horrors of the day, but rather of green eyes, soft hands on yours, and the delicious scent that can only belong to Harry.

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[buzzyb33]

I’ve been so obsessed with sidemen recently it’s so bad😭 specifically Tobi if I’m honest, hes literally so sweet I love him sm

anywayss I was hoping for a friends with benefits type fic w tobi, where him and reader kinda just will do whatever they feel like with eachother, whether that be cuddling, being each others plus ones to events, doing other fun things (😳). they’re basically dating at this point but neither of them have the guts to flat out say anything about it.

maybe tobi is talking with the other sidemen and casually mentions that he’s shared a couple kisses with reader (or more idk🤭) and they all encourage him to just ask her out on a real date

just wanted to send something in bc I’ve been obsessed with this man for a while now😭 you don’t have to write this if you don’t feel like it! thank you!!

ps: love your work, your writing style is so amazing and perfect 🩷

TOBI? OF COURSEEEE

Prompt: since Tobi used one of his passes to be Y/ns plus one to a wedding the boys have been suspicious. Though she was already a friend of them then two seem closer than ever

Warnings: suggestive content,

Tobi sighs as he gets to the set, he hasn’t seen the boys in roughly a week as he went out with Y/n to a wedding as her plus one, his mind was full of her still.

The two were close, she held him when his mental health declined and he was feeling down, in the comfort of their little relationship.

He also held her when she was getting trolled on the internet, which was massively getting her down.

And when Tobi got a little tipsy at the sidemen 10 year party you two got frisky in a corner- ending in you going back to his hotel room with him which ended in expected sex.

When you got nominated and won an award for the female content creator of the year along with Eleanore Neale he buried his head between your thighs to congratulate you.

Also when he scored the sixth goal in the sidemen charity match- to congratulate him he got back to his hotel room when you came to speak to him, he shut the door and you instantly sunk to your knees before him.

“Well done tobi.. my way of saying well done? I’m not good with my words..” you peered up at him as you worked on his jeans.

But as he stood before you during one of your old school friends wedding in your blue thigh high dress, your beautiful smile accompanying that.

Sighing, he walked into the house for the recording and was met with a cheer.

“Tobjzl! What do we owe the pleasure!?” Ethan calls with a grin on his face.

Rolling his eyes in response and sitting down on the settee next to josh and Harry.

“Where was you last week?” JJ questions with a surprising amount of genuine confusion in his voice.

“I was at a wedding.” He replied.

“Who got married?”

“My friends friend.”

“JJ he was with Y/n the whole weekend.” Simon interjects with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

Tobi's response is a simple eye roll but as JJ laughs and Simon seems to be waiting for a confirmation or even a denial he reluctantly speaks up: "she asked me to be her plus one- Simon just called me when we was talking."

"She your girl?" Josh grins with a nudge to Tobis side.

“No.”

He wants her to be.

During the recording he checked his phone briefly and seen a message from no other than the girl he was infatuated with reading out an innocent “will you come over later?”

-

Meeting Josh for lunch the next day after having a night with Y/n, his mind a nice set of bliss.

The way her lips moved with his- her hands on his shoulders in a desperate way, how she whispered how much she missed h-

“Tobi, are you listening?”

“Tobi?” Josh’s voice sounds through his clouded mind.

“Yeah- sorry mate- what?”

“I was just saying how lannan was flying down soon- tobi, are you alright?” Josh’s voice masks concern.

“Yeah- I’m just a bit distracted..”

“With what?”

“… y/n.”

Josh smiles slightly. “What? Have you got a date?”

“That’s the thing- we’ve you know- but I don’t know if it’s just.. physical or she wants something- I do, I’m ready to commit but-“ he sighs.

“Have you shagged?” He urges.

“Well- yeah.”

Josh nodded slowly.

“Tobi- she initiates conversation just as you from what you say so just- ask her but make sure it’s clear of your intentions,”

“Okay- yeah, okay..”

Tobi forced the thought of you to the back of his mind as he spoke to Josh over food, nice conversations flowing.

-

I get a knock at my door and flat out my grey vest.

I open the door and see Tobi, a surprising factor as he normally messages me.

“Tobi! Did you leave something here or?..” I ask with a smile.

“No, no, uh can I come in?” He questions with a nervous smile, both hands behind his back.

“Yeah- course.”

I step out of the way and he exhale deeply, pulling his hands from behind his back and handing me a beautiful bouquet of light blue and pink lilies.

“Will- do you wanna go out? Properly? On a real date?” He taps his foot lightly as I look in awe at the flowers.

“Tobi- of course I will… You got me flowers?” I whisper as I feel my water line fill with tears.

“Great! And yeah I got you flowers- do you not like them?” A smile adorns his lips as he speaks, nervousness still swimming in his dark eyes.

“I- love them.. I’ve never got flower’s before..” I reply with a hint of emotion.

“A beautiful girl like you should get flowers every waking minute.” He grins softly as I hurry into my kitchen to put them in a vase.

I feel his eyes on me and as I cut the tips I turn to face him, hugging him tightly.

“You- wanna get serious? Not just.. what we do?” I ask as he squeezes me back.

“Yeah, I do, if you’re okay with that.” He murmured softly into my hair as he sways with me in his arms.

“I’m great with that.”

A/n:

JAMES MARRIOTT IS UP NEXT!!

Anyway I really hope you like this I’m sorry it’s short I was struggling a bit feel free to request some more!!

Requests are open

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Moonlit

Cassandra Vole x M/C, Cassandra Vole x Reader

A03 Summary: Now that the tournament is over you can finally enjoy the closing ceremony festivities.

A/N: I got a little inspired by the fireworks show and the music. The visuals in this game are so good and we come to a close on the 4th year. Yes, I know about the game transfers, but it's still bittersweet.

*Shares are appreciated* 1k words Divider by:@saradika-graphics

You find yourself sitting on a bench on the edge of the black lake. Fellow students have gathered to watch the fireworks and listen to the band perform. The moon illuminated the night sky behind the castle. There’s distant chatter all around, and many of your friends are celebrating with the international students. You were glad the tournament was over, the stress of that and classes led to more one-nighters than usual. Thankfully the eyeshadow, poet in the night, you wore hid the bags under your eyes. For the celebration you dressed up in your Hogwarts Heritage outfit and styled your hair in a Streaked wolf cut dyed black with blue ends look.

You turn from the lake view and search the crowd to find Cassandra standing alone in the tree line. Making your way to her, you hadn’t seen her since she was released from the hospital wing earlier that day. She wore a matching outfit, obviously, the accent colors were green matching her house. Her hair was styled a bit differently like the streaked braid style, rather than letting her hair hang off her shoulder it was pulled into a loose braid that that sat on her right shoulder. The top part is styled in a volume wave that flows to one side while the other is pushed over her ear. She also wore a green bow in the center of the back of her head.

Her emerald eyes meet yours the moment you reach her peripheral vision. “You’ve cleaned up nice, for a commoner.”

“Wow a compliment, have I really outdone myself?” You do a little twirl, earning a small smile from her.

“You surprised me during this competition. I overheard what happened with Viggo…” Crossing her arms she leaned against the tree.

“Most muggle children fight with their fists so I guess you can say I had the upper hand.” You laugh at your own joke and hear a long sigh leave her lips. “I wonder if he knows what Ilvermorny wouldn’t exist without Hogwarts.“

“In the end, we came out victorious and showed you all aren’t so average after all.”

“What a year.”

“Yes, speaking of Ilvermorny. We still haven’t talked about when Violet was impersonating me. Did you honestly think that was me!?”

“Yes, I’ll admit you-she was acting a bit strange. In my defense, I hadn't had a good night's sleep and was functionally solely off pepperup…"

She cut you off by grabbing your tie and pulling you towards her, “Don’t ever fall for that again.”

Eyes wide and awake you reply, “Yes Cass.” She gently lets go of your tie and you adjust it back into place.

The choir behind began to sing your school’s song. You remove your glove from your right hand and hold out your previously injured hand to her. She takes your hand leading the two of you to sit on a nearby bench in the back. Sitting hand in hand she leans on you, her head resting between your shoulder and neck.

"You should really get a good night's rest, that eyeshadow isn't fooling me."

"Now that you are no longer in the hospital wing, I can rest a bit easier." You glanced at your conjoined hands, your thumb tracing the back of her hand. A feeling of disgust entered the more you stared at the injury that spread across your entire arm.

"Stop it." You separated your hands for a moment and wrapped your arm around her, nestling in closer.

“I'd like for all of us to have one year where no one is in any danger. I know we haven't faced anything on the same level that Harry Potter went through. But I would like to not have to worry about everyone's safety or watch my back at all times. Now that NOTME has been making more appearances and the breakout in Askaban…" You felt a hand on your cheek, pulling your direction to face Cassandra who was now sitting up.

"How’s your arm been? I noticed you were using your left hand to perform incantations.”

“Thankfully Professor Flitwick has been very patient in helping me relearn.” Your breathing subsided and your heart no longer felt like it was going to explode.

“This may be a bit late but, what are your plans for the summer?”

You forgot that the summer was just around the corner and everyone would be returning home. “I’ll be waiting tables at the Three Broomsticks. I plan to visit the city of London a couple of times to do some sightseeing. And of course, I’ll be stopping by at the Vole residence so someone doesn’t miss me too much.”

“You are not to mention ever again.” She playfully smacked your knee. “Knowing them they won’t stop pestering me so you better show up more than once this summer.”

Over the winter break, Cassandra invited you to her home after deeming you unfit to take care of yourself over the break. It wasn’t uncommon for you to neglect self-care and overindulge in your studies, but this year in particular was extra challenging with the tournament. Before the break started she barged into your room, unsure of how she got in, and scolded you for the state of your room. Rightfully so since you hadn't left your room in weeks, only leaving to get food and occasionally shower. It wasn't the worst state she had seen you in, recovering from your injury last year had been much worse, but it was one of your lower moments.

“Cass, I’ve been making to ask…” You were cut off by the sound of fireworks echoing in the air, you’ll ask her later. You look around to see everyone watching the fireworks dance in the night sky, literally. These past four years have flown by and you have made so many unforgettable memories.

As much as you wanted to relax there was this underlying feeling of nervousness. The OWLS test would be coming up next year, NOTME seems to be making themselves more known again, and you weren’t sure if your WB account would transfer over to NetEase?! Worries aside, as long as you had your friends by your side, there wasn’t anything you could not handle.

[mxigo]

all of me | part 1

SERIES SYNOPSIS: A muggle born witch soldiering for the Light finds herself captured by death eater Lucius Malfoy. Spellbinding her from her own magic, he is given the task to go through her memories to see if she knows anything about the last of the Order of the Phoenix. While sifting through her mind, Lucius discovers secrets pertaining to the past she and his son Draco share that could jeopardize his safety. As they are forced to spend more time together, the witch starts to see through the cracks of Lucius' facade as a dark wizard, and Lucius finds himself enraptured by the beauty of her gentle, bleeding heart.

WARNINGS: 18+, angst, swearing, non-con, sa, age gap, essentially mature themes. inspired by manacled, please read with discretion.

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

MINORS & AGE-LESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. YOUR AGE MUST BE SOMEWHERE IN YOUR BIO OR YOUR BYF.

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It was an odd feeling being back at Hogwarts, but even more so as you dressed as a professor, no longer adorning the student uniform. Students were slowly meandering into the Hall for supper, now dressed in their own robes after getting off the train. The only classes that looked familiar were the fifth years and older, as you used to attend school with them yourself.

It was a comfort to know that nothing had changed around here. Nearly Headless Nick was still showing his party trick to the first years and scaring the nerves out of them, while other first years looked around the Great Hall, amazed by the wondrousness that was Hogwarts.

Dumbledore had situated you in between Professor Snape and the new Professor Umbridge, who smelt terribly of overpowering floral scents that matched perfectly with her too-pink tweed dress suit.

Although Severus appeared bored with dinner already, you found that his presence was almost suffocating. You didn’t know if it was just his aura and demeanor, or something else, but he made you self-conscious sitting next to him. He made you uneasy.

Umbridge stared with a permanent smile on her face at all the students settling into the hall, to which you gave the Ministry bureaucrat a look before finding yourself focused on the students that filtered in. At the back of the hall, entering through the doors, was a face that you had not seen since your graduation three years ago.

Hermione Granger had changed considerably since she was a second year, growing into herself as a woman while still retaining the essence of innocence. Ron strode in right next to her with Harry in the front like usual, the three looking down the table in search of the rest of their friends in their year. They settled down at one section of the table. With the rest of Gryffindor keeping their distance, it wasn’t hard to deduce it being due to what the Daily Prophet had thrown out to the public

“It’s been a few years since you’ve last seen Ms. Granger, hasn’t it?” A sudden voice next to you caused you to jump before snapping your head around to find the headmaster himself standing behind you.

“Professor, it’s good to see you. But yes, it has been a few years, and considering all that has happened since my graduation, I’m surprised to find them physically normal,” you answered, a soft smile pulling at you lips as you looked back at the table to find the three now looking up with Dumbledore standing just behind.

You watched as the recognition crossed Hermione’s face when she realized who she was looking at, a large smile stretching across her face and whipping her head around to presumably tell Harry and Ron. When all three faced the professor again, you gave a small wave, to which Hermione returned.

“Yes, I suppose so, and I’m hoping with yourself around, we can diminish the chance of anymore happening to them,” he said. Meeting eyes with you once again, you caught a flash of a look that passed over his face before he gathered himself once again. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a speech to give,” Dumbledore whispered, leaving to make his way up the front.

As Dumbledore crept up to the dais, the room fell silent, children held their breaths in anticipation for what the great wizard would commence with this year.

“Good evening, children,” began Albus. In mere seconds, he had the entire hall’s full attention.

“Now, we have three changes in staffing this year. We’re pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking care of Magical Creatures while Professor Hagrid is on temporary leave.” Some looks were shared around the room about the change, as many of the returning students adored Hagrid’s classes.

“Furthermore, I would like to welcome Professor (L/N), herself a student only a couple years ago among the older of you. She has the honor of taking over Professor Sinistra’s Astronomy classes, as the Professor has retired from her work here at Hogwarts.”

Your eyes flit over to the source of snide comments concerning your blood status, falling on Draco Malfoy, who had also grown considerably since you saw him last. No longer is his hair slicked back, now worn shaggy all the way around. A fleeting thought passed that he had started to look more like his father, and most likely acted like him too.

“We also wish to welcome our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Delores Umbridge,” he continued, all eyes pulled to the giggling blob of pink on the other end of the table, “and I’m sure you’ll all join me in wishing the professor good luck. As usual, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you—” A high-pitched sound interrupted again from the pink mess, as Umbridge decided to set her handbag on the table and standing to make her own address.

You can only roll your eyes and bite your tongue at the ridiculousness of the undersecretary. The pink was on its way to giving you a headache, and looking at Dumbledore’s face, you could almost see an eye begin to twitch. The older woman’s face was plastered in an achingly fake smile as she made her way near the headmaster.

“Thank you, Headmaster, for those king words of welcome,” she started, gliding past Albus to just in front of the dais, her fake smile practically scaring the children, “and how lovely to see all your bright, happy faces smiling up at me.”

You were just barely able to fight the laugh that forced itself out of you as a hard breath and brought your goblet up to take a long drink to hide the smile as Severus glanced down at you questioningly.

“I’m sure we’re all going to be very good friends,” Delores continues.

“That’s likely,” the Weasley twins commented rather loudly, causing those around them to chuckle, almost pulling yourself into the mix as well.

You took the next thirty seconds to pain-stakingly lament about the Ministry’s new focus on the quality of Hogwarts’ education before finally wandering back into her seat next to you. Reluctant applause started by Dumbledore broke out through the hall.

“Thank you, Professor Umbridge, that really was the most illuminating. Now,” the headmaster continued with his usual commentary about the rules and expectations at the school.

After the time had passed, Dumbledore dismissed the students to their dormitories. You watched closely as Hermione and her friends made their way up to the head table, at which you stood up to greet them. The girl stopped just in front of her old classmate, waiting almost awkwardly as she tried to pull words together.

“Oh, stop your fidgeting and give me a hug, Granger,” you laughed, holding her arms open. A smile broke out on the girl’s face before she wrapped herself around the other, where the two of you rocked back and forth for a moment before finally releasing each other. “I apologize for not being able to meet up with,” you took a quick look to see if anyone else is paying attention to the conversation before continuing, “everyone else,” you whispered, giving a pointed look them before realization flashed across their faces, “but it’s so good to finally see you again. I can’t believe how much you have grown up in the last couple of years.”

“I can’t believe that you’re back as a professor,” Hermione exclaimed.

“I expect you three to tell me all about what has happened since I’ve been gone, but not tonight. It’s getting late, and I’d hate to be the reason why you get in trouble for being out past hours. Come by my office this weekend. We can catch up then, yeah? Have a good night, you three. I look forward to our classes together.” You gave a warm smile before sending the students on their way.

As you watched them leave the hall, you noticed Draco standing in the corner of the hall, watching you. You stood a bit straighter, schooling your face into one of indifference as you stared back. He suddenly realized that you noticed, making haste to scurry out of the room before Hermione, Harry, and Ron did.

You had no doubt that by the end of the night there would be an owl to his family about the new Mudblood teaching at Hogwarts, and a friend of Harry Potter, nonetheless.

—

A sharp scream teared from you as Voldemort ripped from your mind, satisfied by what he saw in your memory. You slumped onto the carpeted floor of Malfoy Manor, eyes slipping closed as you tried to steady your breath. Sweat poured down in rivers down your temple and neck, soaking the thin cotton shirt you wore. Your head throbbed from the intrusion, the ache pulsating with our heartbeat.

“What did you see, Master?” Bellatrix’s scratchy voice caused you to wince as it pained your head further.

“I think our Lucius may have found another,” Voldemort’s slithering voice answered, and hands once again wrapped around your biceps, yanking you back up into a kneeling position in front of the Dark Lord.

His hand flicked out towards where Lucius Malfoy hid in the shadows, indicating him to come forth. As the man who captured you in Germany approached his lord, you were finally able to see him without the mask. All things besides, Lucius looked almost . . . better since escaping Azkaban and the death of his wife. No longer did his face go unshaven, and his hair was kept at its usual length and look, but his eyes looked almost vacant as he stared down at you. Not a single emotion passed over him, not even disgust or smugness at seeing your destroyed state.

“I believe this one may lead us to where the others are if we dig deep enough. Lucius,” Voldemort started, turning his body towards his second in command, “I’m tasking you with discovering anything she may know about their whereabouts. Although, she is a very powerful Occlumens,” he sneered, sending a look your way before continuing, “I desire answers, Lucius. I don’t care how you achieve it, whether you use Legilimency or some . . . unorthodox methods, it's up to you.”

Voldemort turned back towards where you were being held by the two Death Eaters, giving a subtle nod of his head before you were released. You all but collapsed to the floor again, this time your hands caught you before your face met the carpet. Like a cold whisper, the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters disappeared out of Malfoy Manor, leaving you behind in the hands of a once unhinged Lucius and his alarmingly quiet son, Draco, who had not moved from his spot near the study’s door.

Padded footsteps made their way up to you, and polished black dress shoes stopped just within your eyeline. You were still trying to control your pain as you looked up at your captor, not even attempting to conceal your hatred towards him. He just stared down in indifference, emotionless.

He pulled out his wand from under his robes before aiming it at you. “Semper tenetur,” he cast, and a ring of fire instantly burned around your neck. A cry left you as you desperately but futilely grasped at your neck to relieve yourself of the flaming agony wrapped around your throat. Your magic, the deepest part of you, felt as if it had gone dark, chased away by the fire of Lucius’ spell. The heat eventually simmered away to nothing, but your magic remained bound. Panic consumed you. What spell was this? Was it permanent? Was there a way to remove it?

“Leave,” he commanded suddenly, and you heard someone move behind you. Your stomach dropped as you watched Draco leave, shutting the door behind him. Why was he making him leave?

Your question was soon answered. “Rodolphus came across a spell locked away in a coven’s tome just last year about how to bind a wizard or witch’s magic.” He grabbed you by your abused arms, yanking you up from the ground before he dragged you across the study, throwing you against the desk and holding you there by pressing on to your back.

It all happened so quickly that you didn’t have time to think about why he’d have you against the desk when a quick swipe of his wand had the crotch of your jeans and underwear suddenly ripped open.

Now, you did panic.

You thrashed against his hold, throwing your body around to try and flip yourself back over to at least give yourself a chance, but he barked out a command to lie still, and horrifyingly, your body complied. Your body turned pliant, and your heart was in your throat as you tried and failed to make your body move, to do anything, but there’s nothing.

“The spell, he found, is solidified and charged only by the energy of an orgasm from the caster as they copulate with the cursed. Surprisingly, the pure energy from an unaltered orgasm renews the duration of the dark magic’s hold.” His voice was still stoic even as he explained the purpose of all of this, sending chills down our spine.

A sob ripped out of you. You were going to be raped, repeatedly, and most likely until he found whatever was in your mind that they were looking for. Tears blurred your vision while your breath came out in gasps as Lucius waved a charm over you that turned your insides slick. You could hear snickers and whispers from the portraits above you, sending you over the edge into hysteria. Great heaving cries poured from you as you tried to focus on a spot on the wall to attempt blocking out what was about to happen.

The sound of a zipper and the feeling of a hand finding its place on your hip made you jump. You felt him prod at your opening, the tip starting from your clitoris as he dragged it up through the slit, dampening it. He swiped back and forth twice before suddenly sinking into you in one thrust, his pelvis sitting flush with your ass.

You shrieked at the sudden fullness and pain of the intrusion. It’s been years since you’d slept with someone, not having time while being on the run for the last three years to have an emotional connection with someone before either they died at the hands of Death Eaters. In fact, you didn’t think you have slept with someone since—

Lucius pulled out and snapped his hips forward with force, shocking you out of your thoughts. A grunt fell from him above you, and your stomach curdled at the sound. He continued, gaining speed with each thrust. He’s long, hitting the back of your cunt. It’s painful, even with the lubrication charm. You couldn’t imagine the amount of pain you would be in without it.

He suddenly released your hip and planted both of his hands on either side of your head, leaning over you and then readjusted himself so that one hand rested on the center of your shoulder blades. You wished that he would at least remove his hand, that way you would be able to unground yourself without the weight reminding ou of who was above you.

Thankfully, it didn’t take much longer for Lucius to finish, his hips stuttering to a halt, leaving his cock inside of you. The two of you remained still as he caught his breath, his hand still on your back. A minute passed before he removed himself and, you guessed by the sudden dryness, cast a quick contraception charm. Another charm fixed your underwear and jeans to their untorn state.

“Stand up.”

Your body quickly obeyed despite the screaming pain from your crotch, to which you had to close your eyes to stifle the whimper that threatened to slip out. Your skin was damp with sweat, and the room reeked of sex, and even after the use of the charms, you still felt dirty.

Lucius, on the other hand, looked as if he didn’t just have his way with her on his desk. Not a hair out of place, even though there was a slight sheen across his face after his exertion.

“Draco,” he suddenly shouted. The door opened after a moment, and Draco walked in. “Make sure this one is well acquainted with the cellar. I will be down later to begin extracting information from her,” is all he said before leaving the study, leaving the witch in the hands of the young man that was once your student.

Slowly, you looked over at him, now finally getting a good look at him. It’d been three years since the Battle of Hogwarts where the Order lost to the Dark Lord, since the end of it all. The Draco in front of you had steeled himself over like his father, but you could see something stir beneath the surface of that cold exterior. Judging by how quickly he came to the door, he must have been right outside, and there’s no doubt that he heard everything.

The thought that he knew exactly what had just happened made your insides turn. Even though he was no longer the boy that you knew, you still felt ashamed that he was seeing you in this state. While watching his face, you noticed that he was pointedly not looking at you, but rather past you.

“Draco,” you whispered, your voice thick and shaky as he finally met your eyes, “please, you must help me,” you begged, staring at him.

But all he did was break eye contact before he walked up to you and grabbed your arm. He quickly Apparated the both of you out of the study, reappearing in what was presumably the cellar. The room was void of any windows or light, save from a lantern in the corner on a table. Puddles were scattered around the floor, leaving the entire room wet and damp all over.

Draco let go and Apparated out of the cellar, taking the lantern with him, sending you into total darkness. Your breath quickened as your eyes tried to adjust to the lack of light, but nothing helped. Defeated, you let yourself back up against one of the walls before sliding down, hugging your knees to your chest. Your head fell forward to allow your face to hide, even if there was no one around to see as you finally let your hysteria take over.

[fandomnsfw]

My Blushing Red Head - Ronald Weasley x Reader

Pairing: Ronald Weasley x Malfoy!Reader

Prompt: My love for Ron and the lack of Ron fics.

Warnings: SMUT, fist fights, swearing etc. my names fandomNSFW for a reason 🤣

Description: You transfer to Hogwarts in your 6th year but as a Malfoy people have expectations ones that you have no intention of filling. Especially when a certain red head catches your eye.

Beta is my lovely @lets-imagine-fanfics she edited two fics last night so a big thank you to her ❤️

ENJOY!!

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The tall red head ran around the corner coming in at an alarming rate, straight for the dining hall. A few people turned to stare at him as he finally skidded to a stop in front of his two friends panting like a mad man. Hermione raised her brow at him as he was trying to splutter out a sentence that didn’t make a lick of sense. Harry chuckled a little as he observed his best friends face which was as red as his hair. 

“W-We have a transfer!” Ron stuttered still trying to catch his breath. 

“I didn’t think that ever happened?” Harry frowned as his eyes flickered to Hermione who just shrugged like she hadn’t heard of it either. 

“They're a Malfoy!” Ron whisper yelled at his friend making their eyes widen. 

“Oh great. Just what we need, another Malfoy. Did you see them? What year?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Our year. Nah didn’t see ‘em, Snape found me eves dropping.” Ron huffed with a pout as he started shovelling food into his mouth.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the red-haired boy as he blatantly ignored her look of disgust. Harry turned towards the halls giant doors with wide eyes suddenly, nudging Ron harshly making him glare at the other boy before taking in his wide eyes and following his line of sight.

Ron’s eyes widened to match his friends as he finally saw what he was looking at. There stood a H/C haired girl dressed in a cropped white shirt, a short black pleated skirt, with over the knee socks. Her hair was curled and pinned half back out her face and she wore heeled black loafers that made her legs look long and way more sexy than anyone should look in a Hogwarts uniform, in Ron’s opinion at least.

The biggest shock was the fact that she was covered in Gryffindor colours. Her black socks had red and yellow stripes at the top as well as a little Gryffindor badge on the side of each sock, she wore the red and yellow satin tie that was cut a lot shorter than everyone else’s and when she finally turned her head Ron saw a cute little Gryffindor bow at the back of her pinned back hair.

“Blimey.” Ron muttered his face turning the same colour as his hair.

“She’s a Malfoy?” Harry asked in shock a his jaw dropped.

Just then Draco stood up from his place at the Slytherin table and made his way over to his apparent family member. Everyone watched intently as a sneer made its way to her face. Draco scoffed at something she said before giving her a shove and before anyone knew what was happening Ron was out his seat.

However, before Ron could intervene she picked up her heeled foot and slammed it down on Draco’s shiny shoe covered foot. He let out a massive scream of pain as he hopped up and down on his uninjured foot while at holding his potentially broken one. Ron burst out laugh as he finally took the courage to approach the girl.

Your P.O.V

“That was bloody brilliant. Ron Weasley.” A voice said behind you causing you to spin around to face a rather handsome red head. His hand was held out to you it greeting.

“Y/N Malfoy. I’ve heard of you, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. The tales of your adventures and battles are very popular amongst other witch and wizards schools.” You chuckled making Rons eyes widen as you took his hand and gave it a soft shake.

“They didn’t tell me how handsome you were though.” You added with a smug smirk on your face as Ron’s face turned bright red matching his gorgeous hair, his hand slipping from yours.

He opened his mouth to speak however nothing came out as he seemed to splutter for any kind of vocabulary. He chose to point at himself, looking mildly confused which made you grin from ear to ear. Adorable. That was the word floating around in your head as you giggle behind the sleeve of your robe.

“Cute.” You mumbled behind your raised hand.

“You’ll have to excuse Ron he appears to loose the ability to speak around any outspoken confident females.” A female voice snorted behind Ron making you glance around to see a petite girl with mousy brown hair in curls. She was smartly dressed but you instantly felt like she’d been the kind of girl you wanted as a friend.

“Hermione Granger, and this is Harry Potter.” Hermione added making you smile happily.

“It’s so nice to meet you.” You giggled as you glanced at Ron again, who had still yet to move.

“I apologise, it’s seems I broke him.” You added making Harry burst out laughing.

“Ron snap out of it man. What could she have possibly said that shocked you this much?” Harry snorted quietly to Ron but you heard it anyway.

“S-She called me handsome.” Ron whispered into Harry’s ear as you had began busying yourself with a conversation with your fellow witch.

“Snap out of it man. If a beautiful girl tells you that, you need to return the sentiment. Or ask her out for a butterbeer or something.” He huffed with an eye roll as he finally turned back towards you.

Your eyes flickered to him see him finally move his eyes meet yours getting momentarily lost in them until Harry jabbed his elbow into the side of his ribs. You rolled your lips in an attempt to suppress your smile. You rarely spoke to boys in general, when you were at Castelobruxo in Brazil you hated most of the boys there. And you were definitely never that confident but being near someone so shy and stuttering made you gain confidence you never thought you had. 

“I-I can show you around if you’d like…Or walk you to y-your first class. If you’d like me to, obviously. If not that’s okay too. Oh god stop talking Weasley.” He muttered that last part to himself, but you heard which caused you to giggle as you approached him with your head held high.

You stood directly next to him before gripping onto his bicep and looking up at him. He looked at you then his friends with wide eyes before looking back towards you with a dopey smile that made your heart skip a little. He’s so cute.

Instead of being a typical egotistical boy who puts his hands in his pockets, as if having you hanging there was just an accessory, he bent his arm and used his other hand to place it over yours. It was something you’d seen your grandmother and grandfather still do when they went for a walk.

“I’ll catch you later guys.” Ron mumbled as he shyly glanced down at you. 

“Okay lover boy.” Hermione snorted with a dramatic eye roll as she dragged a Harry back to the dining table.

Ron led you out the hall ignoring everyone who was staring at the bizarre sight of Ron with an unknown girl. Ron imagines most of them are likely wondering how he had the hot new girls attention already. He didn’t care though because your hand was so small and soft and it sent flutters spiralling in his abdomen making him flush a little.

“I-I’m sorry for being so inarticulate. You shocked me a little, when I think Malfoy I think Draco and Lucias. Plus, your absolutely far too attractive to be out in public.” He joked, clearly trying to attempt an air of confidence.

“Hmm, no, I hate both of them. Their evil bloody arseholes. So, what do you suggest then Mr Weasley? Would you lock me away and keep me all to yourself?” You giggled making him flush once again.

“Sounds like the best course of action.” He replied with a cheeky grin on his face.

“How forward. Maybe take a girl to dinner first, Mr Weasley.” You joked back making his cheeks flush again.

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“I think I’m in love, mate.” Ron sighed with a dazed look on his face as he watched you stir the potions carefully as Hermione added another ingredient to the cauldron. 

“She’s not even been here a week, Ronald, you’re such a sap.” Harry snorted making Ron pout as he leaned on his hand still staring at you dreamily.

“She’s gorgeous. If I don’t make my move now, she’ll be snatched up before her first weeks over.” Ron argued with a dopey grin on his face.

“Well how did it go the other day?” Harry asked absently as he read through the recipe.

After Ron had explained everything that had happened Harry stared at him with wide eyes before they flickered over to the girl they were discussing, who funnily enough was looking at Ron with her own loved up look.

“It’s sounds to me like the feelings mutual, mate.” Harry laughs as he flicks his head in your direction causing Ron to look over at you again. 

He instantly caught you staring at him which caused your cheeks to flush, which Ron could see even across the room. He shot you a panty melting grin before turning to Harry with a smug smirk on his face.

“Go over there and ask to borrow fairy wings. We need another one anyway since you disintegrated ours while at staring at Y/N.” Harry huffed with an amused smirk on his face.

Ron nodded in response before wandering over towards you and Hermione. You looked up at Ron with a soft smile as Hermione ignored him, concentrating on her potion. You, however, gave Ron your full attention.

“Do you have spare fairy wings, love?” He asked sweetly his husky voice making you flush again as you fluttered your lashes at him.

“Hmm that depends what do I get in return?” You flirted shamelessly as you stepped a little closer to the tall boy.

“Name your price, poppet.” He teased with grin on his face as he dipped down so he was at your eye level.

You glanced over to the front of the class to see Professor Slughorn busy helping another student so you quickly turn back to the red head and planted a soft kiss on his cheeks lingering there for a second before pulling away to see his brightly flushed face. 

“Here you go, darling.” You giggled as you passed him the jar with the leftover fairy wings in.

“Th-Thanks.” He stuttered before running back towards Harry.

You looked back at Hermione who was staring at you with a raised brow and her arms crossed. You gave her a sheepish grin before you went back to stirring the cauldron silently. Though she clearly wasn’t going to just let it go. 

“I can’t tell if you’ve got nerves of steel to go after someone you fancy so easily or you just enjoy teasing him.” She chuckled making you grin brightly.

“Can’t it be both? He’s cute when he gets all flustered. And he’s handsome all the time.” You replied easily making Hermione roll her eyes.

“Just don’t break his heart. Or I’ll hex you.” Hermione states rather seriously making you nod in understanding. 

The rest of potions classes went off without a hitch, occasionally you and Ron would meet eyes and send each other smiles but apart from that nothing else occurred. However, as you made your way out the class your dreadful cousin stopped you in your tracks his smug little face making you wish you could have any other last name. 

“I saw you cosying up to Weasel-bee in class. I thought even you’d have better taste as a Malfoy, Y/N.” Draco scoffed with his usual sneer on his face, making you narrow your eyes. 

“I'd much rather be a Weasley than a Malfoy.” You spat just as Hermione, Harry and Ron came up behind you. 

“You are a disgrace to the family name!” Draco snarled as he stepped closer toward you in a rather threatening manner. 

“So is your receding hair line, Draco, but let's not be rude hmm?” You hissed, a grin making it way to your face when you heard the friend group behind you laugh. 

“At least I’m not throwing myself on the first bloke to show you an ounce of attention. Sla-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Malfoy!” Ron snapped as he stepped in front of you and pushed Draco away. 

“Oh no, let him finish Ron honestly, I dare him to call me a slag! Go on Draco.” You challenged as you moved around Ron clenching your fists.

“Slag.” Draco whispered with a smirk on his face. 

You immediately slapped him round the face with as much force as you could muster making your cousins head flick to the side at the impact. His eyes widened a little before they narrowed into a glare and he tried to return he sentiment. Ron saw it coming and grabbed Draco by the collar hoisting him off the ground and slamming him against the brick wall. 

A few students had begun to gather around making you roll your eyes. Vultures the lot of them, always looking for a fight to watch and cheer on. You grabbed Rons bicep and tried to pry him away but he was having none of it. 

“Stay away from her. You hear me, Malfoy?” Ron snarled as you stood on your tip toes to whisper into his ear. 

“It's okay, love. Let's go before you get in trouble. Please?” You whispered soothingly in his ear his attention instantly back on you as he released Malfoy letting him fall to the floor. 

You urged him to run as you saw Professor McGonagall looking over at the crowd with a suspicious gaze. He let you lead him all the way to the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Hermione following closely behind. Hermione muttered something about meeting Neville for herbology homework and Harry said he had a date with Ginny so both of them disappeared pretty quickly after that, leaving you and Ron alone in the common room. 

“I have something for you.” You state as you take out the iPod you’d been carrying all day.

You passed him the contraption taking in his confused face with a soft grin on your own. You showed him the earbuds placing one of them on his ear and the other in yours as he stared in amazement as music started playing into his ear. Atlas by Shannon Saunders began playing into both yours and Ron’s ear. He listened intently clearly trying to take in the lyrics as you tried to fight the urge to dance. You loved dancing it felt like you could easily lose yourself in music ignoring everything in a room. 

“Why are you giving me this?” He asked with a soft grin on his face. 

“Muggle music is one of my favourite things, their lyrics are quite relatable sometimes. I thought you might like to try it I have another iPod back home.” You chuckled as you swayed a little in your seat. 

“And is this song relatable for you?” He asked with a raised brow making you flush a little. 

“Hmm it may or may not remind me of someone I recently met.” You mumbled shyly making him grin down at you. 

“There's one difference though.” He stated seriously as he stared into your eyes intently. 

“What's that?” You asked curiously with furrowed brows. 

“I do see you.” He whispered as his eyes flickered to your lips. 

Suddenly Ron’s lips were pressed to yours in the softest yet most passionate kiss you’d ever experienced. His hands came up to cup your jaw as he tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss, is tongue brushing against your bottom lip. You whimpered against his mouth as you happily opened your mouth to allow his tongue to intertwine with yours. You barely even registered the song change as Ron's hand slid under the edge of your cropped school shirt, brushing against your bare rib cage.  

You moved to straddle Ron’s lap, his lips never left yours as you situated yourself on his upper thighs, ripping out the earbuds from both your ears and throwing them somewhere on the couch. Your hand thread into his gorgeous shaggy red hair gripping it softly as you continued to kiss him with all the pent-up tension that had been building for the last few days. When he let out a husky moan the sound made you grind down on Ron’s member causing his hands to fly straight to your ass gripping it over your pleated skirt.

Then there was a cough behind the couch making you both freeze as you slowly pulled away from each others lips. You looked over Ron’s shoulder to see the twins stood there with matching smirks on their faces. Ron didn’t know who it was yet as his head was now buried in your neck, the tips of his ears peaking from under his hair were bright red. You giggled a little making Ron look up at you, his bright red face making you clench your thighs around his hips. 

“Having fun little brother?” George snickered making Ron groan now realising who it was.

“Bloody hell.” Ron mumbled as he proceeded to lift you off his lap like you weighed nothing before turn to his brother and throwing a pillow from the couch at them. 

“This is the common room, Ronald, hardly the place to be shagging your girlfriend.” Fred smirked making me roll my eyes. 

“Last I checked you two didn’t even go to school here anymore.” You sassed as you grabbed Ron’s hand and began pulling him behind you towards the boy’s  dormitory. 

“Feisty.” George chuckled as you ignored them in favour of smiling at Ron who seemed to forget his brother's presence as he stared into your eyes with a dopey grin. 

“Use protection!” Fred screamed making Ron snap out of his dazed expression once again. 

You ignored the boys and dragged him upstairs the second you closed the door to Ron’s, Harry’s, Neville’s, Seamus and Deans room you grabbed his tie pulling him with you as you backed up to your bed. He shocked you however by leaning down and grabbing the back of your thighs hoisting you up so your legs could wrap against his waist. 

You let out a girlish squeal as he threw you on the bed, quickly following after you whilst his hand slid up your bare thigh, placing a kiss just above your over the knee sock. You gasped at the feeling as you looked down at him with half lid eyes. 

“You’re so beautiful, love.” He mumbled against the inside of your thigh making you whine in need. 

“Ron.” You moaned as he nipped at the skin there.

“Sound so pretty when you say my name.” He groaned as his hand hovered over the side zip on your skirt.

“You sure? I don’t want you to feel like we have to. I’d be happy to wait, princess, maybe take you on a date or two first.” He whispered softly as he came up to look you in the eyes. The new nickname made your heart flutter in your chest as you pulled him in for another kiss. 

You moved your hands to his tie, quickly loosening it and dropping it at the side of your bed before you began working on his buttons. You took off your own tie as well throwing both his shirt and your tie off the bed where you had thrown his tie. This boy was the sweetest and that’s exactly the reason you had no problem giving him this part of yourself. Yes, you wanted to give your virginity to someone you loved deeply however you would rather it be with someone you trust to take care of you. Just because you weren’t in love with Ron didn’t mean you wouldn’t be one day. Right now, you knew you needed him and you’d never wanted to do this with anyone else. 

“I want to do this with you. I trust you.” You whispered against his lips before pulling away to see his reaction. 

“G’na take care of you, love.” Ron promised as his lips met yours once again in a heated kiss, his tongue caressing yours as he began unzipping your skirt. He pulled away from your lips to rid your body of the material before looking up at you as he began unbuttoning your shirt. His eyes looked in your as if searching for any regrets as you were finally left exposed. 

You had a dark red lace lingerie set on that you were internally grateful that you wore today. He glanced at the frilly lace with hooded eyes before meeting your eyes again. You bit down on your lower lip as he traced his index finger down the centre of your abdomen before gripping the waist line of your panties. He slowly pulled them down giving you yet another chance to back out but you just flushed shyly as he finally rid you of the red frills covering your wet heat. When he glanced down to see just how wet you were he let out a groan his fingers immediately dipping down to tease your clit. 

“R-Ron, please.” You begged as he teased near your soaking entrance with his finger.

“Okay, love.” He whispered soothingly as he finally gave you what you want. 

The second his finger pushes inside of you, you let out a quiet gasp pushing against him desperate for more friction. He quickly added a second finger and began thrust them inside of you at an agonisingly slow pace. You grabbed Ron’s other hand and brought it up to your mouth before speaking. 

“Don’t have to be so gentle, Ron.” You moaned as you took two fingers into your mouth and began licking and sucking on them causing his eyes to darken. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you, princess.” Ron growled as if he was trying to hold himself back. 

“I can fit 3 of mine in.” You giggled which quickly turned into a moan when he curled his fingers upwards making you see stars. 

“For the love of Merlin, Y/N, can’t tell me you touch yourself while I’m trying to take this slow.” Ron moaned with a flushed face as he buried his head in your lace covered breasts. 

“I did it this morning while thinking of you.” You whispered into his ear seductively. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” He moaned against your breasts as he began scissoring his finger to stretch you out a little more. 

Your moans filled the room as you felt yourself getting closer which seemed to spur Ron on, his other hand came down to massage your clit as he began fucking you roughly with his fingers. His lips leaving kisses and bites wherever he could. You whined and moaned his name over and over again as you finally tumbled over the edge. 

“M’Cummin’.” You moaned loudly as you clenched around his fingers. 

He watched your face in amazement as your whole body shook from pleasure. When your body twitched from slight sensitivity he finally pulled away and palmed himself through his boxers. You stared up at him slightly dazed as you pulled him down for dirty kiss. You reached down to move his hand and pull his hardened member out his boxers.

“Need you inside me.” You pleaded as you began pumping his cock up and down in your hand. Ron leaned over to his bedside draw and pulled out protection opening the packet and slid it on his member. 

You guided him between your legs and lined him up with your entrance as he looked into your eyes as if asking one last time if you were sure. Instead on a verbal response you grabbed his hips and pulled him forward causing his tip to push inside. He instantly groaned at the tightness of your heat, gripping your hips as he slowly pushed his length inside. 

When he reached your barrier, he cupped your face with one hand, his other supporting himself, and stared into your eyes making you feel like you were the most precious girl in the world. He finally pushed through the barrier causing you to gasp at the pain. 

“Shhh it’s okay, I got you, princess.” He whispered against your cheek as he placed kisses along your jawline and the corner of your lips. He happily waited whispering sweet words against your skin until you finally felt the pain fade enough for him to move. 

You experimentally bucked your hips up causing him to brush against your g-spot making you moan loudly. He let go of your cheek, his hand flying down to your hip as he began slowly thrusting in and out of your heat. You felt so full of him that you weren’t making coherent sentences, so instead you ran your hands down his bare back, your nails digging into the flesh softly which seemed to turn Ron on more than you’d of thought it would because he began fucking into you slightly faster and deeper. 

“F-Fuck. You feel so good, love.” He moaned brokenly as he brought you in for another heated kiss. 

“Harder, baby.” You whined against his lips before your tongue tangled with his. 

The new nickname made his cock pulse inside you and you knew to file that away for another day as he answered your request happily. He began pounding into you as his free hand leaving your hip so he could reach between you two, rubbing circles on your clit. You didn’t think you’d get to cum twice on your first time, but Ron didn’t seem to be letting up as he kept thrusting inside of you. 

He moved a little repositioning as he ramped straight into your g-spot repeatedly making your eyes roll back as you dug your nails into his back again, rather harshly this time. You couldn’t bring yourself to care as you felt another orgasm making its way to the surface. Fuck, he knew exactly what to do he stayed in that position as he circled your clit faster making you clench your thighs around his waist.  

“R-Ron.” You screamed as you finally felt yourself unravel once again. 

“That’s it princess, cum on my cock.” Ron groaned his uncharacteristic words made your orgasm more intense as your heat quivered around his cock. He immediately followed you growling your name before he sunk his teeth into the skin on your shoulder, his thrusts slowed down until they finally stopped. 

 You both lay there holding one another, panting heavily until Ron finally pulled back enough to look at you. His eyes were still half lidded but more because he was drained, you caressed his face gently as you placed a chaste kiss on his lips. You nudged your nose against his sweetly as he finally pulled out of you. He quickly tied the condom and threw it away before pulling up his boxers and passing you your panties. 

You picked up his shirt and threw it on over your lingerie as he laid down next to you pulling you into his arms, your head resting on his bare chest. His hands absently played with your hair as he stared at the ceiling quietly. 

“W-Was that okay?” He stuttered the confidence from before gone as the shy Ron you liked so much was back. 

“It was perfect, Ron. Not many girls get to cum their first time, let alone twice.” You giggled as you propped yourself up to look down at him. 

“Really?” He asked with a frown.

“Really. I’m guessing that wasn’t your first time.” You chuckled softly making his eyes widen. 

“I-It was.” Ron muttered with a red face. Your eyes widened as you tried to compose yourself letting out an awkward cough.  

“H-How?” You stuttered out as your jaw dropped. 

“I-I just paid attention to your reactions, I guess. Surprising cos Hermione thinks I’m the most clueless bastard there ever was.” He mumbled shyly with a small laugh making you chuckle a little. 

“You are one of a kind, Ronald Weasley. I’d be really happy if you’d be mine?” You asked nervously as you avoided his eyes, fearful he’d reject you even after you’d had sex. 

He cupped your cheek and made you look him in the eye his face serious suddenly, as his eyes flickered all over your face as if searching for something. After a few seconds he seemed to of found whatever he was looking for as his eyes widened in amazement. 

“Did you think I’d say no?” Ron asked softly as he placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“You’re bloody beautiful, smart, kind, confident and for some reason you seem to find ME fit and worth ya’ time. Of course, I wanna be your boyfriend, love.” He added sweetly making me flush a little. 

“You are fit. You've got these broad shoulders that make my knees weak, I could stare into your eyes forever they’re so gorgeous. Your hair is beyond sexy and I could run my hands through it all day, even when your angry you’re hot as hell. Then sometimes there these moments where you gain this confidence you rarely have and it's such a turn on.” You rambled his eyes widening to a comical size.

“Grab another condom.” Ron instructed shyly as he glanced down at his member which was once again hard. 

“You’re insatiable, Mr Weasley.” You giggled as you reached into his bedside draw to out another condom. 

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 You could here some commotion downstairs that had your eyes fluttering open in an attempt to figure out what all the fuss was about. You finally fully opened them and glanced around the room realising you’d fell asleep in Ron’s bed. 

“You know where she is don’t you?” Hermione voice screamed from the boys staircase making you frown a little.

“She’s fine.” Harry stated but you could hear Hermione shuffling around until Harry yelped in pain.

Suddenly the boy was pulled into his bedroom by Hermione who was happily dragging him by his ear. You glanced down at Ron who was still sleeping as you stood up out of the bed his shirt falling to past your ass.

She glanced at you with a raised brow as someone else came running up the stairs. You gave Hermione a smirk as Ginny came into view, that said you were happy with your current whereabouts.

“Oh my merlin! Ew!” Ginny screamed as she seemed to register you’d had sex with her brother.

“It was definitely not ew.” You smirked making Ginny gag as she left the room dragging Harry with her mumbling something about taking the memory out her head.

“Just get up! It’s almost breakfast and next time leave a note or something.” Hermione scolded making you nod in agreement before she left the room.

You crawled onto the bed with a mischievous grin as you began placing kisses on his chest. Ron immediately opened his eyes his face slightly red which let you know he’d been awake a while likely too shy to face all his friends. 

“Come on before Hermione comes back up to drag me out here in my undies.” You giggled softly as he nuzzled into your neck dragging you into his lap.

“Not bloody likely. No other boy’s are seeing you like this.” He grumbled with an angry pout on his face.

“Hate to break it to you but Harry just did.” You snorted as you climbed off his lap and began dressing in your uniform from yesterday.

“I’m wiping his memory.” Ron deadpanned making you laugh as you leant over the bed now full dressed and pulled him in for a quick kiss.

“Meet me downstairs.” You called as you ran downstairs.

You hurried to your room to dress in your weekend clothing which consisted of a plain white tank top, a pair of leggings and a pair of plain white nikes. You ran downstairs to see Ron already stood there in a maroon knitted jumper with an ‘R’ on the front and a pair of black jeans. He saw you and instantly frowned before taking off his jumper, leaving him in a long sleeved plain grey top, passing the jumper to you silently. You raised an eyebrow but took the offered clothing item looking at it in confusion. 

“It’s cold out there.” He muttered with slightly flushed cheeks. 

“What about you?” You pouted making him smile softly. 

“I’ll be fine my tops at least long sleeved.” He stated softly as you finally pulled the top over your head. It was massive on you, easily reaching your mid thighs, the arms falling past your fingertips as you looked at Ron, he looked rather please at you wearing his clothes.

“You look cute.” He chuckled as he slung his arm over your shoulder pulling you closer so he could press a kiss on your head. 

You both walked down to the great hall in silence just happy to be with one another. As you entered the giant room a few people looked at you and Ron, causing him to drop his arm which made you frown up at him with a sad gaze, making him instantly regret pulling away. He quickly pulled you back placing another kiss on your head as you both walked over to your friends.  However, before you got there you heard Draco and his friend snicker making you stop in your tracks. 

“Just leave it love, he’s not worth it.” Ron muttered softly as he pulled you away but as Ron turned away he must’ve heard Draco mutter something under his breath because he released you and dragged your cousin straight out his seat throwing him on the floor.

“What did you just say?” Ron screamed as he pointed down at Draco. 

“I said your girlfriend is a no good whor-”

Ron didn’t even let him finish his sentence as his fist came straight down across Draco’s face. Your eyes widened in shock as Harry ran over to try dragging Ron off the other boy, he wasn’t budging thought as he landed hit after hit on him, Draco not even having chance to fight back. You squat down next to Ron and grabbed his arm before speaking. 

“He’s had enough, baby.” You muttered softly making him look up at you as he finally dropped Draco. 

“Ronald Weasley, explain yourself this instant!” You heard Snape shout as he came striding into the great hall with an angry face. 

“It was my fault.” You stated instantly making Ron frown. 

“No, it wasn’t, it was his. He called Y/N a no-good whore, he deserved every bloody punch.” Ron huffed angrily as he took your hand in his, stroking the back of it with his thumb.

“Detention for a week. You too Mr Malfoy. You’re lucky you’re not getting expelled, Weasley.” Snape stated as he turned to you. 

“Thank you, Severus.” You chuckle making him look around awkwardly before exiting the hall. 

“He knows my mum. Mum claims he always had a soft spot for her in school.” You whispered to Ron making his eyes widen. 

“I didn’t even know Snape had friends. Let alone feelings.” He laughed as you both made you way to sit down. 

Well this first week had been eventful, you slapped your cousin, lost your virginity, got a boyfriend and then he beat up your cousin in your honour. I wonder what the rest of the year will hold. 

[lya-dustin]

A Comedy of Non-mathematical Errors

Chapter 2

Michael is not allowed to keep most of his clothing after mummy dearest looked over his current wardrobe.

She had looked faint when he explained the practicality of his favorite cargo pants that turned into cargo shorts thanks to the nifty zippers. Even better he’d gotten them on sale.

“We will donate all your old clothes to charity.” The blonde woman had said only letting him keep his underwear and a handful of things that passed her inspection.

He was not at all surprised to know by charity Elspeth meant the garbage can.

But she did like how clean and organized he was and told Felix that was the right way to keep one’s room.

“Should we do something about his hair, mum?” Venetia asks, looking at him as if he were her personal Ken doll. She’d picked out some of his clothes, made him get a suit that matched a dress she was going to wear ---and made him and Felix buy two matching outfits.

Now she wants to cut his hair.

“What’s wrong with my hair?” he dares to ask. If you ask him its pretty great, especially because he did it himself.

“Nothing, sweetheart.” His mother said and yet he is dragged to a high-end barber shop despite his protests. “Felix, make sure your brother gets a nice haircut that doesn’t look like a blind man with blunted shears did it.”

Ouch.

“You’ll be fine with just a trim, Mikey.” Felix says with a smile that makes Michael wince at the nickname as harmless as it is. But the trip to the barber is a relief compared to the endless shopping of yesterday with Elspeth and Venetia.

Michael is given a luxury spa treatment along with Felix who has the same preferences as him despite the difference in socioeconomic statuses.

“I invited Ollie home for the summer, felt so bad for not telling him about us being brothers and his dad dying, I told him he could come visit us.” Felix attempts to be friends were all cut short by Michael who wasn’t sure how to even go from there.

Apparently, Sir James enjoyed Countdown, Venetia wanted to pursue fashion, Elspeth had a DPhil in Art History and spent her life collecting art while Felix attempts to write a novel because if someone is going to write the Cattons in this generation it must be one of them.

Despite their vapid ways, Michael supposed not everyone who acts like an airhead may actually be an airhead. A tough thing to incorporate into your world view when you’ve spent the school year seeing Felix and Farleigh with the same copy of Harry Potter pretending to read. Once they’d even held the book upside down.

“Your mum told me about it, yeah. Does he know what happened?” Michael hopes his ditzy twin brother completely forgot.

“Fuck. I can’t remember.” Maybe Felix was a real ditz, the way they talked about the Catton heir being a genius, his parents must’ve feared leaving everything in his hands. But his stupidity makes this all easier.

“After he tossed me off to hang out with you at the pub, I told him we weren’t friends anymore.” Because he is an opportunistic bootlicking cunt.

The more he learned about Oliver Quick the more he sounded like a fucking psychopath. What’s next dressing up as his mum? Killing any girl Felix talks to?

“Oh, he’d said you had already left. I only talked to him so he could invite you to join us. I liked your shirt, have one like it, just can’t find it in the mess.” Felix sits by his open window to smoke ---Michael detests the smell--- and gave a small laugh as he mentions his pigsty of a room.

“Actually, he pretended not to see me when I came back,” Michael isn’t even surprised Poor Dear Ollie had lied about that too. “Maybe it’s better if he doesn’t know I’m here.”

Michael’s terrible at talking or persuasion, and yet, it doesn’t take much to convince Felix to make his presence here a surprise.

Saltburn is nice, a touch gaudy and weird, but other than that the place looks fine.

His room is across Felix’s with Venetia next door and a guest room for a friend on the other side of the luxury bathroom that was bigger than his old bedroom.

“Mum has a fear of ugly things, I wouldn’t wear these if I were you.” Venetia plucks his glasses off his face and Michael swats at her blindly trying to get them back. He only succeeds accidentally grabbing her nose before giving up

“See how handsome you look? You look like Uncle Micah.” The bleached blonde girl shows him his own mirror to tell him so.

“Can’t fucking see, Venetia.” He points out and squints at his own reflection trying to see if she was being honest and not flattering him out of pity.

Plenty of people loved telling him he could look great if he tried. He’s pretty sure he looks like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo right now and tells his younger sister so.

“Mum’s fine with the glasses, its piercings she doesn’t like.” Felix easily takes the glasses out of Venetia’s hands and carefully puts them back on Michael’s face. “Voila.”

“What do you think, Mike?” they ask when he gets a good look at himself.

And sure, enough he looks like someone who could get any girl or invite he desired. Michael Gavey was gone; Michael Catton had taken his place.

Oliver is going to regret dropping him for Felix.

[ironychan]

Scary Monsters

@dysphoria-sweatshirt @sweatersexual @30spiders​ ​

Part 1/? - Rocco’s Closet

Part 2/? - School for Monsters

Part 3/? - The Waternoose Family

The patio doors slid open, and a new creature appeared.  This was a tall, thin, mantis-like being, bright green in colour, with clawed forelimbs and a triangular head with three eyes.  It was wearing a pink dress and pearls, and had blonde hair cut in a bob.

“Harry, darling!” it called out.  “It's almost suppertime!”

Harry sighed theatrically.  “Coming, Mom.”

Luca relaxed a little.  If that were Harry's mother, then she probably wasn't any threat to them.  Although it did make him wonder what the boy's father was like.

Harry paddled to the side of the pool and climbed out, while his mother examined their two guests who were still in the water.  Alberto and Luca grinned nervously at her.

“Who are your friends?” Mrs. Waternoose asked her son.

“This is Alberto and Luca, from school,” Harry replied.  “This is my Mom, Edith.”

“Nice to meet you, Madame,” said Luca.

“Darse...” Alberto began, then glanced at Luca, remembered how embarrassed they'd been when they learned what what's wrong with you, stupido? actually meant, and cleared his throat.  “Hi.”

“Will you two be staying for dinner?” Mrs. Waternoose asked politely.

“Of course they will,” said Harry.

“That's wonderful.”  She smiled at them, showing off what appeared to be at least two rows of sharp teeth.  “We're having fish tonight.”

“We like fish!” said Alberto.

“Yes, very much,” Luca agreed.

They climbed out of the pool and grabbed their clothes to follow Harry inside.  His mother had given him a towel to drape around his shoulders, but there were none for Luca and Alberto.  They were dripping as they crossed the threshold and left wet footprints on the carpet inside.

“Oh...” Mrs. Waternoose began, looking at the mess.

“Sorry,” said Luca.

“We're sea monsters.  We have to stay wet,” said Alberto.

She hesitated, then apparently accepted that.  “Oh,” she repeated.

“I'm gonna go get dressed,” said Harry, and scuttled up a flight of spiral stairs.

Mrs. Waternoose smiled at her guests again, and Luca and Alberto tried to smile back without looking too intimidated.  Her height and resemblance to a mantis made Luca very nervous, unable to escape the feeling that she was about to snatch him up and devour him.

“Are you two new at Harry's school?” she asked.

“Yes, Madame,” said Luca.

“We're from Milano,” Alberto added.

“Well, it's very nice of you to make friends with Harry,” Mrs. Waternoose told them. “He doesn't really get along well with his peers and he's often very lonely.”

Luca and Alberto were beginning to get an idea why that might be, but didn't want to say so in front of his mother.  “He did look like he needed a friend,” Luca said awkwardly.

Alberto put an arm around Luca's shoulders.  “I got Luca out of his shell,” he said confidently.  “I'm sure we can do the same for Harry.”

“How lovely. Now,” Edith Waternoose added, “just to warn you.  I don't know what Harry might have told you about his father, but Hank can be rather gruff and I don't think he had a very good day at work today. Don't let him get to you.  He wants Harry to have friends, too.”

“Yes, Madame,” Luca repeated.

“Right this way,” she said.

Mrs. Waternoose led the way through the maze of the house, down a long hallway lined with elegant paintings and framed newspaper articles about the success of the Waternoose family and their company.  When they came to the stalk-eyed maid vacuuming the carpet, Mrs. Waternoose simply climbed the wall like a spider and went around her.  Luca and Alberto excused themselves and squeezed by as best they could with their feet on the floor.

The family's dining room looked out onto the gardens, with large multi-pane windows down one side and matching mirrors on the opposite walls.  In between was a very long, narrow table with many chairs on each side. Mrs. Waternoose seated herself at one end of the table, while Schrecklich the butler came to pull out chairs for Luca and Alberto right in the middle of one side.  Another servant poured them each a glass of water.

“Thank you,” said Luca.

Alberto poured his glass over his head.  Luca did likewise.  The servant stiffened in surprise, but instead of telling them off, it looked at Mrs. Waternoose for guidance.

“They say they have to stay wet,” she explained.  “You can clean it up later.”

Luca smiled apologetically.  “Sorry about the carpet,” he said.  At least it was just water, and nothing that would be too difficult to clean up.

The servant nodded and left the room again.  Uncomfortable silence descended.

A couple of minutes later, Harry arrived, wearing a little jacket and necktie as if to have his picture taken.  The butler seated him opposite Luca and Alberto and he was given a glass of water of his own.  He did not thank either servant, or say anything to his mother.

Luca kicked his feet under the table and looked around the room for something to think about and distract himself from how awkward it all was.  In between the mirrors and windows were imposing portraits of various monsters, some with too many limbs or eyes, others with mismatched body parts, like lobster claws or tentacles or antlers.  At intervals down the long table were crystal vases of odd-looking flowers.  The petals were green on the outside and pink on the inside, with spiky white rims.  Luca wondered if they might be a kind of orchid, but then a fly landed on the table next to one vase.  The flower immediately bent down and snapped it up, chewing a couple of times before swallowing and then letting out a soft burp.

Harry snickered, but then quietly quieted himself when he met his mother's disapproving eye.

“I thought I told the gardener to teach those plants some manners,” she said with a frown.

Luca swallowed. This was a very strange world they found themselves in, indeed.

Suddenly, Mrs. Waternoose and her son both sat up straight and turned to look at the far door.  A moment later, Luca heard the sound of something approaching – something with many, many large, heavy feet.  As it got closer, the plates and cutlery rattled, and the flowers in the vases closed their mouths and covered themselves with their green leaves.  Alberto and Luca inched closer to each other, and leaned forward a little to see what was about to arrive.

The far door opened.

There were three entrances to the dining room.  There was the ordinary, if very high-framed, doorway that Mrs. Waternoose had led the boys in through, and which Harry had arrived by.  A smaller one, with a door that shut, was at the end of one of the long walls.  This was the one the servants came and went by.  The third was at least three metres high, with dark wooden doors under an arched top.  All eyes were on it as the doors swung into the room, and the yawning opening admitted a beast that matched it in scale.

“Good evening, dear,” said Mrs. Waternoose.  It was almost a question.

“Hi, Dad,” said Harry.

Luca's throat had gone so dry, he had to check and make sure he hadn't Changed.  Words didn't want to come out, but he managed to squeak, “Sir.”

“Hello,” said Alberto.

Henry J. Waternoose the Second was enormous.  Like his son he was predominantly grey in colour, with thick skin like the rhinoceros Luca had seen in one of Giulia's books.  Where Harry had multiple eyes like his mother, Mr. Waternoose had only two big, bulbous pink ones with no pupils, set above a mouth with boar-like tusks pointing up at the corners.  He had six segmented legs like Harry's, but his body ended in a tail like a scorpion's, with a nasty-looking sting at the end.  He was dressed in a black jacket and a cream silk ascot, with a glittering pink gem in it that matched his eyes.

The child who saw that come out of their closet, Luca thought, might never sleep again.

The servants pulled up a huge chair, specially designed for Waternoose's long body, and the family patriarch settled down on it.  Both servants, plus Schrecklich the butler, were required to push him in.

It was impossible to tell where Mr. Waternoose was looking, which just made Luca feel like he was being watched very closely indeed.  He sat up straighter, and tried very hard to keep his legs still.  Hopefully, Waternoose wasn't actually staring straight at him, and he could...

“Who are they?” Waternoose growled, pointing a clawed them at Luca and Alberto.

“Harry's friends from school,” Edith Waternoose replied.  “Be nice.”

Now Waternoose was definitely looking them over.  Alberto raised a tentative hand.

“Alberto Scorfano,” he said.

“Luca Paguro,” Luca chimed in.

“Immigrants,” grumbled Waternoose.  It was difficult to tell if he disapproved, or if that were just how he always sounded.  “What are you planning to do when you grow up?”

“I'm going to be a fisherman, like my dad,” Alberto replied.  Luca expected him to add that he was amazing at it, but he did not.

“I haven't decided yet, Sir,” said Luca, “but maybe I'll be a teacher.” He liked the idea of bringing the wide world beyond Portorosso to the other sheltered sea monster kids at home.

Waternoose nodded slowly.  “Figures.  Neither of you could frighten a rabbit.  This new generation,” he said sourly, as one of the servants poured him a glass of champagne.  “Some of them are downright cuddly. Barely worthy to be called monsters at all.”

“You're terrifying, Sir,” said Luca.  He had no idea if that were the polite thing to say under the circumstances, but it was entirely honest.

“I know,” Mr. Waternoose replied, grim.

Luca didn't dare say another word after that.  A servant who resembled a walking tree arrived, and passed out plates of fish that had been cooked whole with their heads still on.  Luca knew humans did that for fancy occasions, so he wasn't too startled by it, but he still didn't like it.  On the farm any fish they ate would be ones they'd raised themselves, and Luca's parents knew he didn't like looking at their dead faces and remembering their names.  These fish, of course, were strangers, but they each had three eyes, which did not help.

The Waternooses picked up their cutlery and began to eat.  Luca decided he would cut up his fish and at least pretend, so as not to seem rude.  Albert started to reach for his plate with his hands, but Luca kicked him under the table and after an uncomprehending moment Alberto realized that having bad manners here would be a terrible mistake.  He picked up his fork and knife and got somewhat clumsily to work.

Luca carefully sliced the head off his fish and pushed it under a leaf of lettuce that had been put on the plate as a garnish.  That was better.

Alberto took a bite and apparently didn't find it tasted odd, which made Luca feel a little better.  His friend chewed and swallowed, then cleared his throat and looked at Harry.  Harry blinked back at him, not sure what Alberto was trying to communicate.

“You were gonna ask your dad,” Alberto whispered.  “For Michelle, remember?”

Harry shook his head.  “I said I'd tell her if he said anything,” he whispered back.

“Harry, dear,” Mrs. Waternoose said loudly, “is there something you want to say?” She was giving him a disapproving frown.

With a gulp, Harry turned to his father.  Before speaking, he stole a glance back at Edith, but found no sympathy.  “Uh, Dad?  We had to cut our tour of the factory short today...”

The elder Waternoose kept chewing with no reply yet, but fixed his eyes on his son, waiting for the rest of the question.

“Did something happen?” Harry asked.  “Because we heard a lot of rumours.”

Luca held his breath.  Across from him, Alberto chewed slowly, watching Mr. Waternoose with a wary expression.

“Nothing happened,” said Waternoose in a low rumble.  “Halverson had a fit for no reason.  Cost us half a day's revenue.”

The boys breathed out, relieved that he hadn't exploded.  So did Harry, and for a moment there was silence again.  Alberto shoved a big forkful of vegetables into his mouth, and Luca focused on carefully removing every tiny bone from his fish.  After a moment, Harry spoke again.

“Has anybody ever actually been killed by a human?” he asked.

Luca and Alberto both looked up from their plates.

“Not on my watch,” said Waternoose.

“But somebody must have been at some point,” Harry said, “because otherwise how would we find out?”

“It's a well-known fact,” his father said.

“What exactly do they do to you?” Harry insisted.  “We were talking about this in school today and nobody can agree...”

“Henry Waternoose the Third!”

Harry fell silent, his nerve having failed him.

Waternoose' bulging eyes narrowed as he examined his son.  “Was it you who was sneaking around the factory scaring people today?”

“No!”  Harry shook his head hard.  “It wasn't.  I swear, Dad.”

“It wasn't,” Alberto echoed.  “He was with us!  If he'd gone anywhere we would definitely have noticed!”

Waternoose settled down a bit.  “Good,” he grunted.

For what seemed like a very long time, nobody spoke.  The silence was so thick, Luca felt as if fish could have swum in it.  He poured another glass of water over his head and thanked the tree-like servant for refilling it for him.  Waternoose watched this suspiciously, but did not say anything.

“Well!” said Edith, rearranging her own food on her plate.  “Today must have been the day for drama, because you would not believe what Peggy said at the Bridge Club!  You know how she's the treasurer, well...”

From there on, Luca and Alberto were happy to let the adults talk when they felt like it, and resisted the urge to try to fill the silence when it fell.  When Mrs. Waternoose was done complaining about the people she played cards with, she started talking instead about what was going on in the garden society.  Apparently, the organizations she belonged to were very political.  Mr. Waternoose complained right back, grumbling about everything he was dealing with at work.  It made Luca wonder if either of them actually enjoyed anything they did.

Dessert was homemade ice cream with chunks of tropical fruit, which was much more appetizing than the three-eyed fish.  Luca tried very hard not to think about whether a world of monsters also might have monster cows. He found ordinary cows to be quite scary enough.

Once he'd cleaned his plate, Mr. Waternoose got up and went off to another room to smoke his pipe and do some paperwork.  He did not say goodnight. Mrs. Waternoose handed her half-empty plate to a servant, and then stood.

“Well, I suppose you two have parents waiting for you,” she said.  It wasn't an order, but the message was clear.

“Yes, Madame,” said Luca.  She was more right than she knew.

She escorted them to the front door, with Harry following as if he just wanted to say goodbye to his new friends.  Outside the sun was setting, with the sky turning orange and the tress casting long, dark shadows across the driveway.  Crickets were starting to chirp.

“Thank you for joining us,” said Mrs. Waternoose.  “I hope Hank didn't frighten you too badly.  He's under a lot of stress right now.”

“We're fine,” Alberto lied.  “He's not as scary as he thinks he is.”

“Thank you very much for dinner,” Luca added.

“You're most welcome!  Harry can invite you back at any time.”  Edith gave her son an encouraging smile.

“I know, Mom,” said Harry.

“He can be terribly shy,” his mother went on.

“No, I'm not,” Harry objected.

“When he was a baby, he didn't want to make eye contact with anybody but his nanny,” Mrs. Waternoose continued.  “Even his father and I got the cold shoulder sometimes.  You got better, though, didn't you, dear?  He's still learning to connect with people.”

Harry groaned.

“For his first Hallowe'en we dressed him as a little ghost so he wouldn't have to look anybody in the eye!  I have pictures if...”

“Mom!” Harry protested.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I'm just trying to help them get to know you,” said Edith.  “We want them to come back.”

Harry grimaced.  “I'll see you guys tomorrow,” he said.

“Sure will,” Alberto replied.

“Thanks again,” Luca added.

Edith smiled and waved as she showed them out.

They walked halfway down the long driveway, until they heard the front door shut.  Then they took two or three more steps just in case, before dashing into the immaculately-trimmed bushes that lined the pavement.  Once they were sure nobody had seen them, they crept back around the side of the house, following instructions Harry had given them earlier.  He had promised this would take them to a path that led down the side of the house, where they would pass a garden shed, and then they could round the corner to the servants' door where he would meet them.

By the time they were halfway there, they'd dried out enough to transform back to human.  It didn't seem to matter, though, because there were no ground-floor windows on this side of the house.  They just kept close to the bushes, intending to quickly dunk themselves in the pool again before knocking on the door.  It seemed like a perfectly good plan, until the shed door suddenly opened.

The gardener stepped out.  He was a bulky, yellow-brown creature with four arms, too legs, and one eye, wearing a pair of denim overalls and a utility belt full of clippers and spades.  The boys froze, but fortunately, this creature wasn't looking at them.  His attention was focused on a lawn sprinkler he was tinkering with.  They still had time to escape.

Luca tried to run for the bushes, only to bump right into Alberto, who had at the same moment tried to go the other way and hide behind the open shed door.  Both of them stumbled backwards.  Luca clapped his hands over his own mouth so that he couldn't cry out, but Alberto landed on a bin bag full of dry leaves, which made a loud crunch.  The gardener looked up.

That was when the sprinkler suddenly started working again.  Water sprayed out, hitting the gardener in the face.  He automatically turned it away from himself, right towards Luca and Alberto.  The gardener cursed and turned it off, then wiped water off his face and glared at the boys, who were picking themselves up out of wet leaves and grass, sea monsters once again.

“Get out of here!” the gardener ordered.  “This is private property! Mr. Waternoose will have your hides hung on the wall!”

The boys didn't doubt it.  They fled back into the bushes.

They waited there for some time, while the gardener got the sprinklers set up to spray what they were supposed to spray.  For what seemed like far too long, he wandered around inspecting hoses and nozzles, but then he gave a satisfied nod and wandered off to his truck, parked in a hidden place behind a row of lilac bushes, for a smoke.

With this distraction, Luca and Alberto crept back past the shed and into the backyard beyond.  Passing through the sprinkler spray kept them damp, and this time they made it to the unobtrusive little door, painted the same colour as the side of the house, hidden down a flight of concrete steps from the patio.  Harry was sitting on the bottom step, playing with a yo-yo.

“What took you so long?” he asked them.

“The gardener chased us away,” Luca explained.

“We weren't scared of him,” Alberto added.  “We just didn't want you to get in trouble.”

Harry gave a dismissive grunt and put his toy in his pocket, his pre-dinner confidence restored.  “Follow me.”

The door opened onto a short hallway.  Down the end was what must have been the kitchen, if the clanking of dishes and pots and the smells of soap and food were anything to go by.  Off to one side was a narrow, dimly-lit flight of stairs that led up to another hallway. This area had bare whitewashed walls and wooden floors, and could hardly have been more difficult from the opulent rooms that Schrecklich had led them through earlier.  Luca wondered what this part was for.  Did people live here?  Maybe the fancy parts were just for show.  Some of the furniture had been so ornate, maybe actually using it would damage it.

Harry took them to the second-last door on the right, and peered through the keyhole for a moment before opening the door for Luca and Alberto.

“Here you go,” he said.  “You can sleep in here, but you'll have to stay quiet because the lock is broken.  The bathroom is across the hall.  Be careful using it, because it's for everybody.”

“Thanks,” said Alberto.

The room had two narrow beds in it, positioned with their heads against the wall on either side of the room, and their feet facing the single small window.  There were also two night-tables, a dresser, and a chair and a desk, all of them entirely functional with no embellishments at all.  Since nobody lived there, the beds didn't even have sheets, only the bare mattresses.

“Now, you promised,” Harry reminded them.  “You're gonna show me the humans tomorrow.”

“Of course,” Alberto said.  “We're men of our word!  Right, Luca?”

“Totally,” Luca nodded.

“Good,” said Harry, “because if you don't, I'm gonna tell Dad.  Good night!”

“Buona notte,” Luca said, but Harry had already closed the door, and did not answer.  Luca looked around the room, then went and propped the desk chair against the knob, just in case somebody tried to come in.  Not that chairs seemed to do very well at keeping monsters out of bedrooms.

Alberto, meanwhile, shook the water off himself like a dog, as was his habit, and then sat down on one of the beds.  “This is not what I was picturing,” he grumbled.

“Me, either,” Luca admitted.  When Harry had offered them a place to sleep, he'd imagined a giant canopy bed, like something out of a movie, in a room that would match the rest of this opulent house. “It's more comfortable than Giulia's tree house,” he offered – although he, Alberto, and Giulia were planning to sleep over in the tree house at least a couple of times this summer, just because sleeping out there was fun.

“Yeah, but the Pescheria doesn't have any extra rooms,” Alberto said. “They've got this entirel palazzo and he put us in the attic.”

“I guess if we were in the nice part, we'd be more likely to be found,” Luca decided.  This did seem like a part of the house where Mr and Mrs Waternoose probably never went.  Imagine having places you'd never been in your own house! Although... Harry still could have offered them some pillows or something.  Giulia had given them those and a blanket, even if it had been too hot to use the latter.

“I guess,” Alberto echoed, unconvinced.

Luca did see his point.  The Waternoose family clearly had far more money than they needed.  Why did they even have this part of the house?

Alberto lay down on the bed and wiggled around, trying to get comfortable on the creaky, slightly threadbare mattress.  “So when we get back, we can tell Giulia we met a monster scarier than your Mom, at least.”

“Yeah,” Luca said.  “No contest.”

“I bet Massimo wouldn't be scared, though,” said Alberto.

“No, I'm pretty sure anybody would be scared of Mr. Waternoose.”  Luca had been waiting until he, too, dried out enough to transform, because he didn't want to get the mattress wet.  Now it happened, so he lay down as well and looked at the ceiling.  There was a spiderweb in the corner, but even that had nobody living in it.  There was a fuzzy layer of dust sticking to the strands.

“Not Massimo,” Alberto insisted.  “He'd just pull out a harpoon and Waternoose would have to back down.  Massimo's not scared of anything.”

-

Sleeping in Rocco's room had not exactly been a fun outing, but it hadn't been at all scary... at least, not until Louise's intrusion.  The clock had been a little annoying, and both Luca and Alberto had in the backs of their minds the idea that Rocco could wake up screaming at any moment, but still, they hadn't felt particularly worried about anything.

That night had been interrupted, and it was apparently daytime in this world while it was night in the human one, so the boys had been awake for far longer than they were used to.  That should probably have made it easier to sleep, but Luca, at least, was wide awake and terrified.

It was like the worst moments of fearing discovery last summer in Portorosso, with the added problem that the people who might discover them here were far more terrifying than anyone in the little seaside town.  Every creak, ever rustle in the bushes outside made Luca jump. Several times he was tempted to get up and creep over to the window or door and see what was the source of some sound, but he didn't dare.  He refused to even go to the bathroom, because he didn't want to risk running into a monster who would think he was something dangerous.

It was very strange, really, how these big, powerful, frightening creatures were afraid of humans.  Why did they think humans were poisonous, or electric, or whatever it was they thought?  Animals that presented those sorts of dangers were usually brightly-coloured as a warning.  Luca could remember vividly his mother showing him things like that when he was small – scorpionfish had the iridescent green patches, Portuguese man o'war were bright purple, beaded anemones were red... humans were mostly pink and brown. Sometimes they wore bright colours, but that wasn't the same as being colourful.  Maybe the monsters were confused by the clothes?  Or maybe because the monsters came in all sorts of colours, they assumed anything dull was toxic.

Alberto, annoyingly but not surprisingly, slept like a log.

Luca woke from fitful sleep around sunrise, and the first thing he realized was that he could no longer wait to go to the bathroom.  He swung his legs onto the floor and tiptoed over to the door so he could peek through the keyhole as Harry had done the previous night. The walls here were thin, and he could hear people moving around the house and a few muffled voices, but there was nobody in the hallway as far as that limited view could tell.

“Alberto,” he whispered.  “Wake up.”

“Huh?” Alberto blinked.

“We gotta get wet,” said Luca.  “We don't know when Harry's gonna come up here and we can't let him see us.”

“Right, right.”  Alberto yawned and stretched, and then they very carefully opened the bedroom door.  There was nobody in the hallway, so they darted across and turned the knob on what Harry had indicated as the bathroom.

It was locked.  A woman's voice called out, “I'm in here!”

“Sorry, Madame!” Luca replied, as the two of them dashed back into the bedroom and shut the door again.

The bathroom door opened, and boards creaked as somebody entered the hallway.  “Hello?” the same voice called out.  “Who was that?”

Luca and Alberto put their backs against the bedroom door and braced themselves to hold it closed.  Alberto glared at Luca, as if to silently demand why he'd had to open his mouth and let everybody know there was a stranger in the house.  Luca could only grimace and shrug in reply  It had been automatic, like putting his hand up in school yesterday, and it had worked out about as well.

“Hello?” the woman said again.  To their horror, she crossed the hall, and they heard the knob click.  Both of them pushed back as hard as they could as she tried to open the door.

After a moment, the woman muttered something under her breath and went back into the bathroom.  The door shut, and water ran.

Luca and Alberto breathed out, and Luca grabbed handfuls of hair on the sides of his head and tugged on it, trying to cement the idea that he couldn't just blurt things out.

Eventually, they heard the woman leave the bathroom again.  Rather than footsteps, she moved with a creak of floorboards and a series of leathery slapping noises – these faded away as she headed down the stairs.

For a second time, the boys dashed into to the bathroom.  This time they made it inside and locked the door, then took turns using the toilet and getting wet.  Once satisfied that they looked monstrous enough not to cause a panic, they opened the door to peek out again.

A fleshy limb ripped it the rest of the way open, and they found themselves being glared at from high above by the stalk-eyed maid. Her body was supported by half a dozen tentacles and she would have been quite intimidating if it hadn't been for her frilly apron and cap.

“I knew somebody was up here!” she declared.  “You're Harry's little friends!  What are you doing here?”

Luca gulped.  “We... uh... we...”

“We got lost!” Alberto blurted.

“We got lost!” Luca agreed.  “We tried to find our way out of the house but we ended up here!”

The maid was so horrified that a hitherto unseen third eye opened wide in her actual head.  “You've been in here all night?”

Luca pointed at the door across the hall.  “We slept in there.  It was the only one we could get into.”

“Don't tell Mr. Waternoose,” Alberto added.  “The gardener said he'd skin us.”

The maid appeared to relax a little, as sympathy took over from shock. “I don't know that he'd skin you, but he wouldn't be very happy.  You're actually just upstairs from the exit.  This way.”

She took them back to the door they'd come in by, and let them out into the yard.  “Go around the side,” she pointed with one tentacle. “There's no windows there.”

“Thank you, Madame,” said Luca sheepishly.

“Next time, just ask somebody to show you the say,” she told them.

Once she'd shut the door, the boys sat down on the steps and sighed with relief.

“This is way harder than Portorosso,” Luca said.

Alberto nodded.  “Yeah.”

[panfluidme]

School Dance

Fandom: MSM Ship: Peter x Harry TWs: None

Admittedly, being in Harry's life was the best thing that's ever happened to Peter. There were some things he would change about their relationship, but he couldn't be happier with anyone else.

See, Harry Osborn and Peter Parker were dating.

No one but Aunt May and the late Uncle Ben knew.

Everyone assumed they were straight guys who didn't mind giving each other affection.

That's how Harry wanted it to be. Harry wasn't out to his father as he didn't know how his father would react to the news that his supposed best friend was his boyfriend. Norman was a hard book to read.

Peter respected Harry's boundaries, but that didn't stop him from wishing that they could be open about it. Peter wished that they could hold hands in public.

The one thing they didn't hide was school dances. Even before they were dating, they went to dances together.

It was at a dance when the two became official.

Horizon High was holding a dance. Miles, Gwen, and Anya thought it would be fun to go as a group, inviting Peter and Harry along.

They agreed to meet up at Peter's house, go out for dinner, then go to the dance.

Anya was the first one to show up, wearing a beautiful red dress with black flats. It was simple, yet elegant.

Next was Miles, wearing a dark blue suit with a red tie. He looked uncomfortable in it.

Gwen showed up two minutes later. She wore a white and pink dress.

Harry was a little late, having gotten stuck in New York City's traffic. He and Peter were wearing matching grey suits (Harry's idea).

"Hey! Sorry I'm late!"

"Let me guess," Anya spoke, a hand on her hip. "You hit traffic?"

Harry nodded, smoothing his suit down. "I did." He looked around. "Where's Pete?"

"In his room. May's helping him with his tie."

Harry chuckled and leaned against the wall.

The group didn't have to wait for Peter long as Pete came down the stairs. May had brushed his hair. He looked good.

"So, where are we going for dinner?"

"I was thinking Hearth. My dads limo's still parked up front, so we can take that."

"I always forget you're rich," Miles mumbled with a pout.

The group went out to the limo, getting into the fancy vehicle. Harry told the driver where to go.

"Our first school dance!" Miles cheered. "I've never gone to one before."

"They're not the worst thing. Harry and I've been going together since middle school."

Harry nodded. "Neither of us could get a date, but we both wanted to go. I suggested we go as friends, and we've been doing it ever since."

Harry leaned against his seat, his arms stretched out. Peter sat next to him, his shoulder brushing against Harry's fingers. Miles and Gwen sat across from them, Anya sitting on the other side of Peter.

"I was thinking we could all pay for ourselves," Anya suggested. "That way, we don't need to worry about some else paying for us."

"That sounds like a plan," Gwen agreed. "What do you think, boys?"

Miles nodded. "Sounds good."

"I was planning on paying for Pete."

"You always pay."

"And?" Harry patted Peter's shoulder. "I don't mind paying for you."

"I was going to pay for you."

"Nah. I'm buying."

Gwen laughed. "Harry, Pete, you don't need to pay for each other."

Peter shrugged. "I guess not."

"Eh, I'm still buying."

Everyone else chuckled. Soon, the limo parked and the group got out. They went inside, getting a table for five.

After eating, they went to Horizon High. It was crowded, full of students and teachers. Music was blasting. People were dancing and laughing.

"We should go dance!" Miles yelled over the music.

"Yeah!"

"As pairs or no?"

"There's five of us. Unless if we can find Pete a dance partner, he'll be dancing alone."

"Ouch."

"Sorry, Pete. I don't want to dance with you. I don't think Gwen would either."

"She's not wrong."

Peter pouted, causing the others to laugh. "You're mean."

"Pete, you're not a good dancer."

"Wow. My best friend turned against me."

Harry nudged him. "You know it's true."

Peter rolled his eyes, grinning. "As if."

"Let's find Peter someone to dance with!"

Miles ran off, the girls following behind him. Harry looked at Peter, biting his lip.

"We could always dance together if you want."

"I thought I was a terrible dancer."

"I was teasing. I love dancing with you."

Peter blushed lightly. "You do?"

Harry nodded. "It's cute."

Peter looked at him, grinning widely. "I love dancing with you too."

"We should find the others," Harry changed the subject.

Peter sighed and nodded. "We should."

The two set off, looking for their friends. They walked with their hands brushing.

They found them talking to a girl. Miles pointed to Peter, waving. The girl turned around, smiling. The couple walked over to the four.

"Peter! This is MJ!"

"Hello. Miles, Anya, and Gwen were telling me you don't have a partner." MJ offered her hand, to which Peter shook. "Lucky for you, my date stood me up, so I'm free."

"I'm sorry you got stood up."

"It's fine. I was expecting him to anyway."

"Oh."

"Let's go dance."

==Time Skippy Skip==

The group took turns dancing with each other. When they were done, they've all danced together. MJ fit right into the group.

The girls plus Miles went to get some punch while Harry and Peter went to the bathroom.

After, they decided to go to Peter's lab. The halls were empty as most people were in the gym for the dance. Peter sent a text to Miles, telling him where he and Harry were.

"So, MJ's cute," Harry said as he took off his suit jacket.

"I guess." Peter sat on his desk. "But she's not my type."

Harry stood in front of Peter, putting his hands on Peter's hips. He smirked. "Is there someone you like?"

Peter nodded. "There is."

"Then I say go for it, Pete."

Peter grinned and pressed his lips against Harry's. He put his arms around Harry's neck, trying to get rid of any space between their bodies.

They soon pulled away, putting their foreheads together and laughing. Moments like these were their favorites. When it was just the two of them and there were no secrets to hide.

"Harry."

"Hm?"

Peter grinned. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Harry kissed Peter again, slipping his tongue into Peter's mouth. He loved the quiet sounds Peter made.

They were too caught up in each other to notice the door opening, their friends coming in.

"Uh, Pete, Harry?"

They pulled apart, Harry stumbling away from Peter. Their faces were beet red.

"Hey!" Peter jumped off his desk. "What brings you here?"

"We brought you some punch."

"Thanks."

Peter nodded quickly. "Why didn't you text?"

"We did. Didn't you feel your phone buzz?"

Peter shook his head. "I put it on silent."

The group fell into an awkward silence. Harry had his arms crossed, leaning against the wall and refusing to make eye contact with anyone. Peter sat at his desk, fiddling with some string.

"How long have you two...?" Anya asked, the two knowing what she meant.

"Since 8th grade," Peter replied then paused. "Well, 8th grade is when we started kissing and stuff, but I think we started dating when we were in 6th grade, right?"

Harry nodded. "Two years after we met."

Anya hummed. "Who knows?"

"Aunt May. Uncle Ben knew when he was alive."

"Anyone else?"

Harry shook his head and walked to stand next to Peter. "I'm not out yet. Peter doesn't care who knows his sexuality, but I'm not out."

"Oh. Your dad doesn't know?"

"No. I don't know how he'll react. He's wants the best of me. He's hard to read."

"Well, if he truly loves you, he'll accept you," MJ added.

"He's never really approved of Pete."

Peter looked down. "I'm not the kind of person he would chose for Harry. I'm poor, I get overexcited, and I'm not smart enough for him."

"Peter, you're you. Who cares what he thinks of you?" Harry put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "You're amazing the way you are."

Peter blushed and looked at Harry. "But he's your dad."

"You're more important to me than he is."

Peter smiled and kissed Harry's cheek. "I'm happy to have you."

Gwen crossed her arms. "I'm guessing you two don't want anyone to know?"

"Please."

[wilsons-striped-ties]

may tc challenge (days 1-31 one shot)

original post here!

by @icouldbeyourprettygirl

1. How did your relationship start? Was it you who did most of the initiating?

mango: I guess we really became closer in year 1 because I was the female rep for his class, and I would stay back to let him sign the class journal and we'd chat, and he'd text me regarding class stuff and afterwards in year 3/4 I just grew bolder

passion fruit: I was in the front row, right in front of the place he would always stand to teach, and I would whisper the answers to myself and he would always pick on me to answer/do stuff, and I guess since I was most participative, we just became closer

2. How often do you think about them?

mango: every waking moment for a long period of time, before collage started and I became too busy but yesterday I started to think about him again and it's consuming me again

passion fruit: sometimes! I just hope he's doing well most of the times, and wonder how he's doing, I would kill to sit in his classes again

3. What kind of weather matches their vibes? What about yours?

mango: he fits the sunshine after a storm vibe, his resting face is literally scarier than whatever there is, but when he smiles it feels like the clouds parting and warm, bright sunshine breaking through to grace the universe

passion fruit: i think his is more of a complicated stormy weather, but the rain isn't hitting yet. like when the sky's all grey and the wind is whipping into your face, but there's the chance of the sun peeking through, or getting hit with a tornado, there's no in between

me: I'd like to say that I'm when its winter but the sun is still out in a nice way? mostly because it's my favourite season but I feel that I may come off as cold to people, but around friends and people comfortable with me, I'm someone they like to hang around with and there's just those winter days that are warmer rather than freezing? I can be quite unpredictable too, and I change around different people

4. May the fourth be with you! Do they have a favorite movie franchise? Do you?

mango: I have no idea :' he looks like a Lord of the Rings buff maybe

passion fruit: hmm his daughter adores Harry Potter, but he doesn't say much about himself, I do get Lord of the Rings vibes with him too though HAHA

me: ...Lord of the Rings BAHAHAHAHA but hot take: I prefer the Hobbit. I also love Star Trek!

5. Do you have a playlist dedicated to them? What are your favorite songs on it?

mango: FOR SURE. I'm currently listening to it right now. Some of my favourite songs from it include: Nonsense (sped up), Still into You, 我有很喜欢的人了 (I have someone I like), 是梦吧 (it's a dream), Need You Now, Why Don't You Love Me, Mr Watson etc

passion fruit: I don't have one, but it would be similar to mango's

6. What's your go to fantasy/day dream about them?

mango: silly but him driving me home, or just me being in his car, me hugging him and him hugging me back, going to an amusement park with him, and sitting on rollercoasters with him

passion fruit: reading books with him, grabbing movies and fancy dinners with him, us just having deep conversations under the night sky and his attention is fully on me

7. If you had the opportunity, would you go on a date with them? (If they're married/taken, imagine their partner is out of the picture) If so, what would you want to do?

mango: 110% would. definitely will grab dinner with him, hold hands, walk around aimlessly in the shopping centre before going for a late night movie and the date ends with him driving me home

passion fruit: DUH. suddenly got hit with the idea of bowling with him? and maybe grabbing a movie with him before going to dinner, and a late night ice cream snack

8. Do you dress up on the days you see them? How so?

mango + passion fruit: my high schools do school uniforms so I don't really have a say in anything much

9. What's your favorite memory with them?

mango: I think prom, me and my best friend went up and we were all gathered outside the banquet hall of a hotel and we were at those standing tables eating peanuts and nonsense and the table next to mine had him, talking to other teachers. I was standing opposite him and it felt like those drama stuff because there was nothing blocking my view of him and vice versa, and I looked at him and got hit that it's the first time I've seen him in six months and suddenly everything felt lighter and I looked away before looking back, and he chose that exact moment to turn and look at me and our eyes met and I swear I SWEAR his smile pulled wider and his eyes lit up and his eyebrows raised before waving to me really fast and I waved to him and grinned and it was the most wonderful feeling ever

passion fruit: every time he singles me out from the class and asks me to answer a question or do something. he's one of the first and only person to make me feel significant and seen, in a crowd of everyone else that always makes me just another face

10. Have you ever thought about a future with them?

mango: every fake scenario I make up always somehow links to him

passion fruit: not really, its a little harder to imagine

11. Does your tc give you physical affection?

mango + passion fruit: I wish :'

12. Happy Mother’s Day to all who celebrate! Have they ever told you anything about their family? Have you told them about yours?

mango: he's really secretive, so nope

passion fruit: first day he told the class about his family but I wasn't there because I was facilitating orientation with the year 1s

me: I have told them that I have a sister in the school but that's about it, was going to have a long talk with mango about my very toxic family dynamics but he kinda bailed so

13. Do any of your classmates have a crush on your tc?

mango: nope but almost all female year 1s would have found him attractive on the first week of school if he was their teacher, but would stop afterwards HAHA

passion fruit: nope

14. What’s something you wished they knew about you without you having to tell them?

mango: I wish he would know my feelings for the day, like if I was in a good/bad mood and were having a good/bad day or maybe like over the weekends if I had a good break etc

passion fruit: I wish he would know how much I really enjoy his lessons

15. If your tc was invited to a wedding and asked you to be their plus one, what would you wear, and what would you want to see them in? (Theme of the wedding is up to you, so you can choose your outfits)

mango: formal weddings, I would probably wear a dark blue/black gown? No specifics but I would match him. For him, THREE PIECE SUIT DARK BLUE/BLACK + WHITE SHIRT PLEASE and not any checkered/plaid nightmares please maybe top button off or something *giggles like the degenerate I am*

passion fruit: same wedding theme, I would wear the same thing and also match. For him, ooo would like to see him in a three piece as well because he always wears a dress shirt and pants anyways, if he'd throw on a jacket, it would be perfection mmm

16. Do you have any photos of them? Either those that you've found on their social media or ones you've taken yourself?

mango: YES I've taken sneaky paparazzi photos of him, created a facebook page to stalk him, his instagram and school website pictures (one of them is insanely hot) and also have taken photos with him (I somehow manage to look atrocious in every picture I take with him)

passion fruit: some photos off the school website, and photos with him!

17. Have you ever listened to break up songs/love songs and thought of them?

mango: UH DUH

passion fruit: not really

18. What style/haircut/tattoos/facial hair/etc do you think would suit them best?

mango: his look now is wonderful but clean cut/a little stubble would be enough, he doesn't really rock facial hair. would be interested to see a tattoo though

passion fruit: oof some white streaks is HOT in his hair and he has that already, he rocks with and without facial hair, a tattoo would be interesting too

19. Which color would you assign the feelings they give you? (Ex: happy -> yellow or something bright)

mango: he literally gives me yellow, he never fails to make my whole day awesome and bright, and it's a painfully wide smile on my face whenever I'm with him, but its always genuine and never fake

passion fruit: whatever colour I'm feeling, toned down to a soft, calm and yet strong colour. he adds a sense of security and makes me feel wanted around him, I feel happy but it's more of a calm joy

20. Which decade would they be best in? How about you? (Based on fashion, technology, art, music, the fun stuff.)

mango: maybe 90s, but I don't really know much about him and his fashion taste is atrocious HAHA but he always calls himself a boomer

passion fruit: old money, he would rock those roaring 20s, if not maybe 80s, but anything with extravaganza and stuff he would fit in

me: would like to think I'm 90s-early 2000s, especially in terms of music, but I'm absolute crap with technology, but I'm an old soul and I love older stuff (art, music, men, aesthetics HAHA)

21. Have you ever run into them in public? (Or tried to?) How did it go?

mango + passion fruit: I WISH

22. What pushed you to create your blog?

mango + passion fruit: honestly, I've had this blog soley for the whole ooo tumblr with all my interests and the communities and stuff and just started to post about my tcs because I had fallen even more madly in love with mango and wanted an outlet and found a community for it too

23. If you could know anything about your tc, what would it be?

mango: his everything. morning routine, day to day what does he do, his life, his interests, his hobbies, his preferences, what he likes and dislikes, his goals, dreams, aspirations, favorite things, EVERYTHING

passion fruit: his everything, but I would like to hear his whole life and preferences from his point of view, his perspective. he just has such an interesting perspective on life

24. How do you think you’d react if they confessed their feelings to you?

mango: stunned speechless, drop dead to the ground kinda reaction

passion fruit: a kind of smile that I try to suppress but fail to, I would be surprised but would have expected it secretly hehe

25. Have you ever done/read/watched/listened to something you may not have been interested in because they like it?

mango: I've literally fallen in love with running because he runs (though he short distances and I prefer long distances), and literally becaome more invested in sports and stuff because of him

passion fruit: I've paid more attention in his class and turns out my favourite and best subject is history, which he teaches

26. If your tc was your age, would you date them? Do they have any red flags?

mango: oh for sure. red flags wise would probably be that he's sometimes distant for no reason, or he's forgetful to a point that it's kinda annoying sometimes

passion fruit: hmm maybe. he doesn't really have any red flags that I can think of

27. If your life was a book series/tv series/movie and you had a fan base, would your fans realistically ship you and your tc? (Got this one from TikTok lol because I love the thought)

mango: ooooo maybe, we've got that romantic tension and stuff

passion fruit: probably, actually, we've got quite good chemistry and he does make it a point to show that I'm his "star history student" and make me feel special LMAO

28. What’s something that always makes you think of them?

mango: sports, running, everytime I see neon/red shirts, mangoes

passion fruit: passion fruits, history, red cars, gold chains, black/dark blue dress shirts

29. Let’s chat for a sec! What’s something you’ve been dying to talk about regarding your tc?

mango + passion fruit: they literally don't know that they have me wrapped around their fingers bruh

30. Do you flirt with them? If so, how?? 👀

mango: I don't dare to

passion fruit: I had a chance to but chickened out

31. What’s something you’re manifesting happening between you two? (If you don’t manifest, what’s something you hope happens?)

mango: I HOPE HE NOTICES ME LIKE SERIOUSLY IM RIGHT THERE SAY HI OR SOMETHING I hope he talks to me when I go back to school and I hope he remembers that he owes me a picture with him and I hope he doesn't just say hi but has a proper conversation with me and ask about my life and that he talks more openly please :'

passion fruit: man I wish he can sign my history guidebook like I forgot to bring it to the results collection and I don't have any other chances to ask him to sign it so when I go back to school I'll bring it and see if there is an opportunity to ask him to sign it because I've poured my heart and my soul and cried on it a couple times, you can't even see when the text ends and where my notes start, it's insane and I wish he acknowledges that

(Andddddd that's it!!)

[crimsonwing62]

Bruh, okay I just had this idea so bear with me...

I'm re-watching heartstopper. now i hyper fixated on this show last year and I'm currently hyper fixated on Stranger Things especially the Fanon of Steddie and The Fruity Four (Six?).

I had a thought - the parallels. The similarities...

Nick Nelson and Steve Harrington - Golden retriever sports king, chaotic bisexual, Heart of Gold, and expected by social structure to be a certain way, date a certain type of person. Meets someone and *learns some things*. Fixated on his hair. A smooth mf whose also a dork.

Charlie Spring and Eddie Munson - The outcast at school but comes out of his shell with his friends. uncertain when it comes to love because of previous experiences. Nerdy, Curly Hair, Smart, Musically inclined. ? Potential MH issues - depending who you ask

Darcy Olsen and Robin Buckley - Awkward, Chaotic Lesbian, Confident in herself, Rejects society by dressing however they want, also musically inclined, Possibly knows Charlie/Eddie via band. The scene on the rugby field where Darcy asks Charlie if him and nick are friends or *friends*, I think Robin would do the same.

Tara Jones and Nancy Wheeler - Confident badass, Observing everything. Less confident in her sexuality than Robin as she hasn't consciously known for long.

Also, The kiss when we were 13 and Stancy dating parallel.

Tao Xu and Jonathan Byers - Film/photography obsessed, not academically inclined but copes well at school and smart in other ways. protective of friends/family

Elle Argent and Argyle - okay there's hardly any parallels between these but I also don't know much about Jargyle.

Isaac Henderson and Will Byers - Quiet, out the way, creative, when they speak they mean what they say and when they relax they come out of their shells. doesn't quiet work with the Byler ship and AroAce Isaac but they're parallels not 100% match up.

Harry Greene and Tommy H - homophobic prick who may or may not be in love with their best friend. (not that Harry and Nick are friends but some friend group)

Ben Hope and Billy Hargrove? - abusive arseholes that hide behind macho bravado. Tries to date women to hide their fruity tendencies (The girl at the gate and Karen Wheeler)

Imogen Heaney and Carol Perkins? - only girl in an all male friend group. Or Tammy Thompson - Tries to woo Steve but fails bc he is in love with someone else (I know in canon timeline

Tori Spring and Max Mayfield - ignoring the age difference, Sarcastic, Observant, teasing, sibling like relationship

Oliver Spring and Dustin Henderson - okay personalities don't quiet match up buuut hyperactive, annoying younger sibling energy, that absolutely adores both Charlie/Eddie and Nick/Steve.

Mr Ajayi and Mr Hagan - kind, amazing teacher who actually cares about their students well being. offers a safe space in their classrooms.

Julio Spring and Wayne Munson - protective quiet presence in their children's lives. not seen much but we know they'll be ready to bat for their kid in a heartbeat if they asked.

Yan Xu and Jim Hopper - no reason other than they "leave the bedroom door open a tad" comment...

Idk that's all I got there's sooo many more characters I've missed but those are the ones my brains found so far.

[w2soneshots]

Kiss the bride -W2S

words: 1.0k+

warnings: sex references.

summary: you and Harry enjoy the best day of your life’s with your closest friends and family.

notes: hi lovelies! I’m so glad I got this request since I’ve been wanting to do a bog wedding fic!! Harry is such a private person when it comes to his love life so I know that he’d want a very private wedding, so that’s what I wrote🤗. Enjoy🤍🫶🏼 (honeymoon part 2 here)

Today I'm finally getting married to the love of my life, Harry Lewis. We haven't spoken since last night since we're staying in separate hotels so I'm excited to finally see him. I'm currently getting ready with the girls and he's most likely stressing out while Tobi attempts to calm him down.

My bridesmaids are: Talia, Freya and Faith. I don't have many good friends other than them and I've known Talia for years, I actually introduced her to Simon. They were so excited when I asked them to be my bridesmaids. I did it with a white box that read 'be my bridesmaid?' On the lid containing a cute robe that had their names embroidered on the back, slippers, a face mask and some chocolate. Harry just casually asked Ethan, Calfreezy and his brother, they were also very excited but definitely not as ecstatic as the girls.

Me and Harry didn't want a hug wedding since it's such a hassle and can cause a lot of stress so we are only having our closest friends and family along with Herb because duh. The ceremony starts at one so I have to be ready by twelve. The girls rushed around, getting themselves ready and my made of honour Talia was constantly making sure I was ok.

All three girls cried when I walked out with my dress on. They'd seen it before when we went dress shopping but this was different. "I can't believe you're actually getting married!" Freya tried desperately not to ruin her makeup as tears pricked her eyes. "Girls stop, you're gonna make me cry!" I walked towards them to pull them into a group hug.

"I need to calm down." I took deep breaths. "I have an idea!" Faith leaped from her seat to grab the speaker Talia had brought. Suddenly 'Unwritten' began playing. I smiled and we all held hands in a little circle, singing our hearts out.

"Reaching for something in the distance. So close you can almost taste it. Release your inhibitions. Feel the rain on your skin. No one else can feel it for you. Only you can let it in. No one else, no one else. Can speak the words on your lips. Drench yourself in words unspoken. Live your life with arms wide open. Today is where your book begins. The rest is still unwritten!"

Once my nerves had calmed I looked at my girls. "Ok now I'm ready." They all smiled bright. Talia had a light pink, long, off the shoulder dress on. Freya wore a pastel green dress with her hair up. And Faith wore a stunning silky blue dress with some small matching heels. They all looked beautiful. We picked up our bouquets then made our way outside.

The ceremony was finished within ten minutes. Me and Harry didn't care that much about the actual ceremony. All eyes were on us and Harry absolutely hates being the centre of attention so we shared our vows, said "I do.", kissed then got ready to party.

We went off to take some photos before I got changed into a long, white, tight fitted dress. "You're fucking married!" Talia shook my shoulders. "I know! I can't believe it." I replied, also shaking her.

Once we sat down and had eaten our food the speeches began. Talia started. "Hello!" she stood in front of everyone. "I've known y/n since I can remember. And I've loved her since the day she let me borrow her special purple lipgloss, in primary school." I giggled. "I was so excited for her when she told me she'd met someone. And I'm so happy that he finally asked her to marry him. Since it's been long awaited." She winked at me. "Thank you for giving me the honour of being your best friend, and I promise I'll always be here if you need to complain about Harry's video game screams." Everyone burst out laughing.

Next up was Ethan, Harry's best man. "Good afternoon everyone. For those of you that don't know me, my name's Ethan and after all these years it's nice that Harry has finally admitted that I'm the best man!" Harry raised his brows. Ethan continued. "We all know that Harry's really hot so y/n is a very lucky woman," I choked out a laugh. "To be completely honest I'm really glad Harry found someone a great as y/n, and I wish you all the best!" I smiled then everyone clapped.

Finally the party started. The music played, I danced till my feet hurt and it genuinely felt like the best day of my life. When the music began to slow down everyone found their partners. Me and Harry swayed with my head resting on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around my back. "So, was today as awful as you thought?" I asked quietly. He chuckled. "no, definitely not. You've been here the entire time stealing the attention." He replied. I pulled my head back to look at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Because you look so beautiful." He said like it was blatantly obvious. "Oh. You're to cute." I placed my head back on his shoulder.

The night went on until eventually people began heading back to their hotels. Harry and I walked back to our airbnb with the biggest smiles on our faces. "Wow." I gawked at the beautiful home. Since we stayed in hotels last night this was the first time we were properly seeing it.

"I wonder how many people have done it in that hot tub?" Harry said as we walked outside. I turned with a disgusted look on my face. "Ew." "Maybe we should make it one more?" Harry joked. I lightly slapped him on the chest. "I'm to tired." I lent myself into him. "Me too. Plus we have the whole honeymoon to have mind blowing sex." Harry wrapped his arms around me. I chuckled. I'm the happiest I have ever been.