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whenrainhitsmyskin · 2 years ago

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Five Times Bakugo Katsuki Fell in Love with You

pairing: bakugo katsuki x reader

word count: 7.2k

summary: He doesn’t really know when it first happened, the longing looks in your direction, holding doors open for you, or making sure he attended your shared groups movie nights when he knew you would be there, but he does remember the first day violent butterflies swarmed his gut and attacked him from the inside.

warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, talk about anxiety, hospitalization, emotional vulnerability, so much fluff it’s sickening.

The First Time

During the first semester of their second year at UA, Mr.Aizawa had begun instructing more hand-to-hand combat training exercises. It started with demonstrations from the pros and some lessons, and then finally the real deal, to put their learning into practice.

Aizawa had put together partner rotations, first starting out with people around the same weight class or height, but as the lessons went on the partners became mismatched so the class could learn how to fight someone smaller and more nimble than them or taller with a longer arm reach.

Today, Bakugo was paired up with Mineta, the small fry of the class. Although he always was very serious and dedicated to hands-on hero training, he couldn’t help but take it easy for the day considering he was way out of his competition's caliber.

And he guesses this also caused him to be more distracted than usual as well, considering he usually never lost focus, but today must be an exception when he can’t keep his eyes away from you and your training partner Kirishima. He turns in your direction as soon as he hears you raise your voice at the red head.

“What the hell are you doing Kirishima?” You ask with your hands on your hips staring at Kirishima, who is sitting on the mat in front of you.

“What do you mean y/n? I’m not doing anything?” He asks.

“Why are you going so easy on me, huh?” You shout, lifting him by the collar of his gym uniform. It’s like watching a bad car crash and not being able to look away. By this time the whole class and Mr.Aizawa had stopped what they were doing to get an understanding of what was going down.

“I swear I'm not man!” Kirishima explains, he looks mildly scared even though he’s a few inches taller and his biceps are probably double the size of your own, “You just got the jump on me.”

“Bullshit Kirishima, hand-to-hand combat is basically your specialty considering your quirk is better in close range.” You let him go with a small push, Bakugo swears he can see steam coming out from your ears, “I saw you beat Midoriya multiple times the other day, and I didn’t win against him once last week, so stop going easy on me, it’s not doing either of us any good.”

He would laugh if he couldn’t see how fucking serious you were, calling out one of your closest friends on his bullshit in front of everyone, even though he’s the nicest person in the class. He’s impressed, although he would never admit that.

“She’s right, Kirishima.” Mr.Aizawa cuts in, “This training is supposed to help everyone improve, so fight her like you would a real opponent. Now everyone get back to work!”

That’s what gets Bakugo to finally snap out of his daze from you and back to sparring.

The Second Time

The class was sent away to different locations to complete the practical part of their midterm for their second year. The goal of the exercise is to retrieve the dummy “civilian” from the pro hero who is acting as the “villain”. Class 2A has been split up into several teams, which is why Bakugo just can’t seem to wrap his head around how he is stuck with the Dunce Face who never fails to irritate him, the Icy-Hot bastard that is constantly getting on his nerves with everything he does and then there's…you, the only one apart of this shitty team he can kind of tolerate.

The “villain” his shitty group was up against is a holder of an animation quirk, who can bring inanimate objects to life. It’s already been proven to be a real pain in the ass considering every bush, rock and flower has been coming at them from every angle.

It’s around 1am and everyone is cold and exhausted, so the group decided to set up camp for the night. Himself, you and Todoroki were resting while Denki was meant to stay on watch, but he abandoned his post in favor of peeing somewhere deeper into the woods, which is when the villain decided to animate nearly every tree surrounding their camp site.

Bakugo woke up to the sounds of rustling and a violent scream from your mouth. The three of you start fighting back. How did nobody notice the trees were being animated? And where the hell is Dunce Face?

He’s probably taken down about a fourth of them himself by the time he hears Sparky running back behind him.

“What the hell happened?” Denki screams, as he joins in on the fight.

“You weren’t doing your damn job Sparky, that’s what happened!” He berated him. Just before Bakugo was going to take down the next one, he noticed your quirk getting weaker, and you were taking longer to defeat the enemy than you should.

“Take this last one!” Bakugo commanded, in order to make this way over to you.

“On it!” Denki said from a distance.

Bakugo quickly jumped in front of you and took down the last tree, Denki and Todoroki finished off their own as well.

“That one was mine, asshole.” You say, sounding winded.

“Yeah, well it looks like ya needed the help.” He responds, and that’s when he finally gets a better look at your injury.

The sight is absolutely gruesome, there’s a nasty gash in the middle of your thigh that’s definitely going to need stitches and recovery girls help, the blood is dripping down the span of your whole leg and onto the grass.

“Oh my god…” He says, not able to take his eyes off of it. You end up following his line of sight and look down. Your eyes widen when you finally see it.

“Oh shit.” You say, lowering yourself to the ground. He can see tears start to prick your eyes as Todoroki and Denki make their way over to you.

“Everything okay?” Todoroki asks, squatting down next to you, “That doesn’t look good.”

“Yeah, no shit moron!” Bakugo points out.

“Oh my god I can’t look!” Denki says, putting his hands over his mouth, “I’m gonna be sick.”

“Do it somewhere else.” Todoroki says, seemingly disgusted.

“You guys are the absolute worst!” Bakugo says in an aggravated tone, “This is all on you Sparky!”

“Everyone shut up!” You yell, Bakugo can see you trying to work something out in your head, a moment later you finally voice what you’ve come up with, “Denki get me your water bottle and-fuck, Bakugo, I need you to put pressure above the wound, lots of it and Todoroki rip off both of your sleeves.”

Bakugo thinks you seem pretty calm for someone that could potentially bleed out at any moment, given that a major artery could have been hit. He determines it is probably a mix of shock and the adrenaline from the fight.

He lowers himself to the ground and puts both hands above your upper thigh, using lots of pressure like you said to do.

“Fuck, we need to call off the mission and get you to a doctor y/n.” He says, his voice wavering, as Todoroki hands over the torn off sleeves and the water Denki retrieved, who is now standing a few feet away.

“Absolutely not, we are gonna carry on with the mission and pass this final.” You say sternly, grabbing the mask right off of Bakugos head and ripping it. You push his hands off of you and tie the mask tightly around where his hands once were.

“Don’t be so stubborn, we can’t-“ He begins.

“Well fucking deal with it!” You say as you begin pouring water on one of the sleeves, “I’m not going anywhere until we pass, I’ll be fine. Now I need you to clean this thing.”

He gives you a hard look and then does what you say. He pats the wound and tries to clean it out as much as he can. You hiss out in pain and fist the grass underneath your palms, he hears Denki gagging in the back.

“Okay-okay that’s good.” You say, he pulls the cloth away and watches you tie the dry sleeve around the wound, he supposed you must have learned more in that Health and Safety class than he did.

“Well, what now?” Todoroki asks, awaiting your response.

“We go get that dummy, get the hell out of here and pass the exam.” You state with conviction, he can’t tell if you're trying to trick yourself into believing it, or if you are fully confident. You reach your hand out to Bakugos own, “Now help me up.”

Bakugo grabs onto the hand you are holding up and swings your arm around his shoulder, trying to relieve you of some of the weight you would normally be using on that leg. The group starts heading to the location where the dummy is supposedly located. Denki and Todoroki are a few feet in front of the two of you, but he can make out the faint sound of their whispers and catches them glancing back a few times.

“Thanks.” You sigh, you sound tired and worn out and he thinks you look slightly pale, but he knows if he even attempts to call off the mission you would probably try strangling him to death.

“You did good.” He says, thoughts slipping out, “You stayed really calm in a high stress situation. It’s…impressive.” There’s a pause filled by only your silence, he’s worried he caught you off guard with such a direct compliment, considering he’s probably never given you one before.

“Yeah, well if I wasn’t going to help myself, who would?” You ask.

“Me, it obviously wouldn’t be either of those two idiots.” He doesn't think the two of you have ever talked this much without other people being involved. He guesses you’re just trying to keep your mind off of your injury, he reasons talking with you in favor of passing this exam.

“You got some of the worst scores in our medical training class because you claimed it wouldn’t be useful to you.” You chuckle, giving him a look, unfortunately for him, he looks back.

You’ve got a small smile gracing your lips, even though you’re probably in an immense amount of pain. But what he really can’t wrap his head around is the fact that you’re smiling at him. Why does he even care?

“Yeah well maybe I’ll brush up on it.” He says, his ears are burning, and his heart is beating faster than it probably should be, considering the fight ended over twenty minutes ago.

The Third Time:

When Mina asked him before dinner if he wanted to watch a movie tonight with their shared friend group, he wasn’t all that interested. He would much rather get to bed at a decent time, wake up early tomorrow and use their one day off to study for Monday's Hero History exam.

“No, I'm not watching another shitty movie.” He says, grabbing his plate of food and sitting down at the common room table, right across from you, a recent development in the class's seating arrangements.

“Oh, come on! They aren’t that bad.” She says, taking a seat next to you, “y/n, movie night, are you down?”

“Yeah of course!” You say, seemingly excited to spend the night with your friends, “As long as Sero doesn’t choose it this time. Are you gonna join us Bakugo?”

He pauses, he can’t remember a time where you directly invited him to something before. He thinks you look sincere, and your question makes it seem like you actually want him to be there. Why does he care if you want him there or not?

“Fine, whatever.” He begrudgingly agrees and continues eating his meal.

“Okay cool.” You say, he notices the smile on your face when you speak.

Meanwhile, Mina's jaw is on the floor when she stares between the two of you, but eventually it turns into a sly smirk.

About an hour after dinner everyone meets in the common room for movie night, he notices that most of the class is there, taking up nearly all the space on the couches, besides the one to the far right where Sero, Mina and Kirishima are sitting. Bakugo sits on the edge closest to the tv, leaving space between him and Mina.

He looks around the room. On the couch across from him is Denki, Jirou, Yaoyorozu, Ojiro and Shoji and on the center couch across the tv is Todoroki, Asui, Uraraka and Deku with an empty space next to him. He notices that you aren’t anywhere in the common room like you were supposed to be.

Almost as soon as Sero starts the movie, he sees you getting out of the elevator with Shinsou, the pair of you are laughing. He sees you’re wearing pajamas, frilly little shorts and a sweatshirt, he thinks it's kind of cute.

The two of you make your way into the common area, still talking and giggling, he doesn’t like it and he is unable to pinpoint why. Shinsou splits off and sits next to Deku and you slot yourself into the seat next to your best friend and him.

“Anything happened yet?” You ask, not really to anyone in particular, but he takes it upon himself to answer.

“No, just started.” He says, watching you grab a blanket from a nearby basket, “You’re late.”

“Yeah, I wanted to get ready for bed so I don’t have to after the movie.” You say. He just grunts in response and brings his attention to the screen.

Once you get situated in your seat, he realizes just how crammed the small couch is, your legs are brushing against each other and he swears he can feel your breath, causing bumps to arise on his skin.

About halfway through the movie, which consists of sharks coming out of a tornado-seriously, who lets Sero pick the movie every time?-, he feels your body weight shifting on the couch to get comfortable, and your knee ends up hitting the top of his thigh.

“Oops, sorry.” You apologize to him in a whisper, he feels you trying to move away, but are unable to since Mina is right up against you.

“It’s alright.” He says, turning from the tv and looking at you instead, “Don’t mind.” He can see you start to get red in the face.

“Oh…” Is all you manage to let out in response, he gives you a hard look, your face exudes embarrassment, seeing as you are looking everywhere but his direction. He finds it within himself to turn his attention back to the movie, he wishes he could have seen the adorable expression on your face just a little bit longer.

With just a few minutes left of this god-awful movie, he feels your head hit his shoulder, he goes as stiff as a board and his stomach drops at the foreign feeling. He turns his head and see’s you knocked out by tiredness and unfortunately for him, he can also see Mina and Kirishima giggling, he mouths “shut up” to them.

When the movie credits finally start to roll, everyone begins making their way up to their respective rooms. Denki gives him a thumbs up as he walks away, making Bakugo unironically slap his forehead, not knowing what to do about you sleeping on him.

After the common room is completely cleared out and he looks at the clock and sees how late it is, he finally builds up the courage to wake you up. He pokes you in the forehead to start. All you do is stir a little in your sleep but nestle into him further and get more comfortable.

“Oh my god.” He says under his breath, “Time to get up.” He shakes his shoulder to move your head and then he tries nudging your own, but still no luck. He realizes you sleep like a fucking rock, and he is probably just going to have to carry you to your bed. He scoops you up in his arms and gets into the elevator. He arrives on the fourth floor where the both of you reside and if he remembers correctly, you are the last room on the girl’s side of the hallway.

He opens the door to your room, and it looks a lot different than what he would have expected. A lamp emits a soft light on the nightstand next to your unmade bed, which has gray sheets and a green blanket, an abundance of live plants sitting on the windowsill, your school books are piled up on your desk and a hanging black punching bag in the corner across from your closet, clothes and other items are hazardously thrown across the span of your floor. He’s surprised at how messy it is, considering how organized your thoughts and ideas are projected.

As soon as he lays you carefully down on your bed you stir awake. Of course, that’s the one thing that will wake you up.

“Bakugo?” You ask and look at your surroundings, “What are you doing in my room?”

“You fell asleep downstairs and nothing I did seemed to wake you, so I carried you.” He says, standing awkwardly at the side of your bed as you sit up and rub your eyes.

“Oh, well thanks.” You say, he takes a look at you, and he thinks you look kind of cute when you're all sleepy, and that's when he sees the long and jagged scar on your leg that was left on you as a result of last semester's final exam. When you finally open your eyes again, you catch him staring it at.

“Yeah, I know, it’s really ugly.” You state, with a pout on your face, you rub your thumb against it, like you're trying to erase the scar.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He says with a confused look on his face when he sees tears form a glassy sheen over your eyes, “Didn’t mean to stare.”

“It’s fine.” You say in a tone colder than he has ever heard you use. He can’t wrap his head around on why you’re so upset about the once damaged skin that is now healing on you. Had he done something else to offend you? Did his staring make you insecure about your skin? He racks his brain, trying to come up with something, anything, that could possibly help make you feel better.

“It’s just skin.” He tells you how it is, he doesn't know why he felt the need and desire to say something, “All scars are just skin.” He finally looks at your face and you look like he just rewrote the stars for you, with just a few short words. You look back down at your leg, seemingly in a different light.

“Yeah, just skin.” You repeat him.

“Right. Goodnight y/n.” He says, before going to exit your room. He closes the door behind him and lets out a deep breath. He touches his pulse, its fucking racing, his skin feels like its buzzing.

The Fourth Time:

The third year at UA for the hero course students consists more of hands-on experience through their work studies, rather than being in the classroom. Because of this it’s rare for the class to be there all together, when everyone is out doing their own things for their respective agencies.

Today, Bakugo, Midoriya and Todoroki were called into Endeavours agency for a meeting on an upcoming mission. The first person Bakugo notices when he walks into the conference room is you, to his surprise, seated next to Miriko, who you do your work study with. After him, Deku and Todoroki walk in and the door closes behind him, you take a glance over your shoulder and your eyes meet his own. You give him a smile and a short wave.

His face feels hot, and his neck is sweating, he pulls at the constricting collar of his school uniform, in an attempt to keep it from sticking to him. How is it that even the smallest of friendly gestures you make towards him has him feeling this pathetic?

He sees Deku pulling out the chair next to you to sit down, but before he can, Todoroki grabs him by the shoulders and moves him to the next seat over, causing Bakugo to sit next to you. He thinks the act is strange, but Icy-Hot is one of the strangest people he has ever met, so it adds up.

When Bakugo sits down next to you, he can see you looking at him from the corner of his eye, he fidgets with his thumbs under the table, he blames it on nerves for the upcoming mission and not the attention you have on him.

The plans for tomorrow's mission are all drawn out and prepared to be executed. The Pro’s take their leave in a hurry due to their busy schedules and Deku and Todoroki booked it out of there suspiciously fast as well. He stands up from his seat and notices that you are also.

“I was surprised when Miriko told me we were meeting at Endeavors Agency today,” You say to him, “I never thought we would be paired up for a mission together.”

“It’s weird they have such an uneven ratio of pros to students, makes me think this is going to be an easy one.” He responds. He reaches the door handle and before he can even think about it, he holds it open for you to go through first. He mentally slaps his forehead, for such an obvious gesture by his standards.

“Yeah, I really hope so.” You say with a smile on your face.

The next day rolls around, and the mission is finally a-go. Bakugo and you have been stationed on the roof of another building to stake out the old manufacturing warehouse where there have been reports of illegal drug and weapon distribution.

They haven't been given any details on how many villains there are or what kind of quirks they have, so the mission needs to be treated with caution, hence the stake out, that has been going on for nearly two hours to see when the van's leave. That time mainly consisted of small talk between the two of you and building a strategy.

The first sign of movement is the back door opening up, three people with cargo loading up three different vans. He eyes you touching your earpiece.

“Miriko, they are loading up the vans with the contraband, what's the move? Do we stop them from taking off?” You ask for command.

“Negative, let them get far enough away where they can’t receive backup, but not too far where they will reach a heavily populated area.” She responds, her voice is a little staticky, but just clear enough to make out.

The pair of you turn towards one another and give each other a nod. Once the vans depart the two of you are off, jumping from building to building, to keep up with them, Bakugo takes a second to look back and sees the other teams heading into the building.

“I’ll get the one in front and you take the last one, ready!” He pauses, “Now!”

The both of you land on two separate vans, Bakugo kicks the front windshield open and throws the villain out the car door, he grabs onto the wheel, slams on the brakes and puts it in park, causing the vehicle to come to an abrupt halt. He gets out, pins the villain to the ground and restrains him with quirk prohibiting handcuffs.

He turns around and sees the van you were assigned to has been flipped over onto its side, and you are fighting the villain that was in the middle van, you’re putting up a good fight, but that doesn't discourage him from running over to assist you. The two of you start tag-teaming him, but its nearly fucking impossible to get a good hit because his body keeps disappearing and reappearing right before his eyes.

He hears the sound of metal being split in half behind the two of you, so he takes a look in the direction he hears it coming from. He sees a villain holding some type of hand-held machine pointed directly at you. The villain presses a button and all of a sudden, his feet are taking him in your direction, and he ends up on the other side of an extremely powerful blast of air.

It has him skidding down the road a few meters, throwing his body against the concrete. His ears are ringing, and his vision is blurry, he feels like he can’t breathe. He can just barely make out the sound of your voice and your blurry figure taking down and detaining the other two villains. And then you're rushing over to him. You fall on the ground, press on your earpiece and scream to whoever may be listening on the other end of it, it sounds like he’s under water.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Bakugo.” You put his head on your lap, you brush back his hair with one hand and put the other on the left side of his chest. You start crying, tears fall onto his skin, he feels your hands shaking, “You shouldn’t have done that for me, what-what were you thinking?”

He tries sitting up to get a better look at you, but his chest and ribs ache so bad he’s unable to, he hisses in pain and gives up. Instead, he says your name and covers the hand that’s on his chest with his own.

“It’s like holding a door open for ya, didn’t even have to give it a thought.” He says, and before you can even process his words or give him some words in return, exhaustion finally takes over him and everything fades out.

The next thing he knows, he’s stirring awake to an irritating beeping sound in the most uncomfortable bed he has ever had the displeasure of laying on. The air smells sterile and that’s how he concludes the beeping is probably coming from a heart monitor and he is currently laying in a hospital bed. The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is Icy-Hot, who is standing at the foot of his bed and squinting at him.

“Guys he’s awake.” Todoroki alerts the others in the room. Bakugo tries finding his voice, but his throat is too dry and they won’t come out.

“Oh good!” Midoriya says, sitting up from the chair against the wall, “How are you feeling Kacchan?”

He points to the water bottle on the bedside table, Deku hands it to him, he takes a large sip, then two, then three and next thing he knows the whole thing is gone.

“M’fine, how did the rest of the mission play out?” He asks, more concerned for the villain's arrest than his own physical being.

“It went well, we arrested the villains inside of the warehouse and thanks to you and y/n, a good portion of the drugs and weapons never got distributed!” Midoriya chimes, and that's when he sees you over Todoroki’s left shoulder, looking out the window. Your eyes are a little red and your face is puffy, he wonders how long you had been crying for.

“Hey Midoriya, you and I should probably go find the doctor.” Todoroki says.

“Oh okay sure.” Deku responds. They make their exit out of the room and the door closes behind them. Bakugo sits up on the bed and leans against the frame. You still haven’t looked or said anything to him, which is weird because anytime one of your classmates gets injured you always rush to their aid and attempt to comfort them.

“Well, it seems like the mission went accordingly.” His pathetic attempt at making some kind of small talk with a little more substance. All you do is scoff at his words. “The mission is over, we won, what’s wrong with ya?” “Really, what’s wrong with me? The hell is your problem, Bakugo?” You ask, that’s all it takes for you to finally look his way, even though you are kind of half-yelling at him, that's all he really wanted.

“I am just fine y/n, you're the one that’s sulking right now.” He fights back because he thinks it’s what you need right now. The only way most people can get you to reveal your true feelings is by getting you fired up.

“I’m not sulking!” You move to the side of his bed and start talking with your hands like you always do when you’re passionate about something, “You’re the one that nearly got themself killed out in the field today.”

“What, so you're mad I took a hit? So, what, it happens all the time, get over it.” He says with a roll of his eyes.

“No-no, that's not, that's not what I’m talking about Bakugo.” You say, awaiting a response from him. All he does is shrug his shoulders, when you realize you aren't getting a proper response you continue, “You-you took the hit for me, why would you put yourself in danger like that?” He sees your eyes start to water, but no tears fall. They sit there at the brim of your waterline ready to release everything pent up inside. He supposes his heart sort of feels the same way. Ready to unleash every emotion that has been stored up inside for so long, yet there is still something holding it back. Maybe he’s embarrassed or thinks it’s unnecessary, which is probably how you are feeling about releasing your tears at this moment.

“Cause I didn’t want you to get hurt, dumbass. You wouldn’t have been able to brace for the impact, but I was because I knew it was gonna happen, it would have hurt you worse than me.” He says, but what he really means is that it was because he cares more about your comfort and safety than his own. He sees you mulling over his words, processing everyone individually and trying to interpret exactly what he means.

“Fine, I can accept that. I have a question for you though, what did you mean when you said-” You are abruptly cut off to the sound of the door opening. The doctor, Deku and Icy-Hot walk in, much to Bakugos displeasure.

“Glad to see you are up Bakugo!” The doctor says, flipping through his papers attached to the clipboard he’s holding, “Your parents are on their way, but before they get here, I want to run some additional testing. You three should probably head back to UA, Bakugo is likely to return by tomorrow morning if all is well.”

The doctor ushers the three of you to the door, he watches you cross the room and get ready to close the door behind you, but before you do, you give him a small smile, the tears at your waterline are gone.

The Fifth Time:

As a last hurrah before the school year comes to an end, class 3-A decided to go on a camping trip for a three-day getaway. The class started by loading all their supplies off the charter bus and completed their three-mile hike to the camping ground they rented out. Everyone stayed busy until the early afternoon setting up their tents, getting logs for the fire pit, finding the bathhouse and scoping out the nearby lake.

When everyone was just about to get settled in, Mr.Aizawa reminded everyone that UA was only able to grant this excursion because he promised the class would be doing some endurance training while they were there. So, the class was ordered to go on a run on one of the trails. Little did they know it was by far the longest one there and it took them until the sun was about to start setting to complete.

“Good job everyone, now head to the showers you all reek,” Mr.Aizawa says, covering his nose slightly, “Once you're all done everyone will help with dinner preparations.”

Once the class is dismissed and everyone takes turns cleaning up, Iida takes it upon himself to assign everyone jobs, so the preparations go smoothly.

“Shoji, Koda and Tokoyami you will be in charge of setting the tables, Sato, Tsu, Kirishima and Bakugo are on grilling duty and y/n, Hagakure, Todoroki and I will be doing food preparation!” Iida announces, Bakugo eyes Todoroki and him talking with one another, “Actually I'll have Todoroki and Bakugo switch places, in the name of efficiency! Everyone else is in charge of setting up the campfire.” Bakugo walks over to his assigned station and sees you and Hagakure unloading the groceries onto the pop-up table, he slots himself in the space to the left of you and takes an extra bag from your hands. He pulls out a few eggplants, zucchini and shishito peppers.

“Well, what do we start with?” He asks, not really to anyone in particular.

“I was thinking that Hagakure could rinse off the vegetables while I scrub them and then you can chop and then you hand them to Iida so he can season them.” You say.

“That sounds like a very efficient plan y/n.” Iida praises you; Bakugo can’t tell if you're blushing at Glasses, or if it's just the sun, he’s hoping it's the latter.

When the four of you begin, Hagakure, you and Iida begin easy conversation, he finds himself unable to partake in most of it because every time you pass him another vegetable your fingertips brush is own. It has his brain short-circuiting and he’s unable to comprehend what exactly is being talked about, which is proven to be problematic when you ask him a question that he doesn’t know the context to.

“Bakugo, are you gonna join?” You ask him, he can tell you’re looking at him, waiting for an answer, but he just keeps his focus on chopping.

“Join what?” He responds.

“We're all gonna hang out by the lake tomorrow!” Hagakure says excitedly, “Were you seriously not listening that whole time?”

“Yeah whatever, I’ll be there.” He responds.

“Good, I'm glad.” He hears you say almost in a whisper. He pauses his movements and takes a look at you, your face is beat red, and he thinks your hands look a little shaky, but then he realizes his are too and he tightens his grip on the knife.

Once dinner is done and the sun has fallen, everyone gathers around the campfire to roast marshmallows and hang out. By this point there’s multiple conversations happening and it’s all a little difficult to keep track of, besides the one he sees you and Shinsou having.

You’re leaning closer to him in your seat and then Shinsou says something you find particularly funny, it has your shoulders jolting, eyes watering and a big smile on your face. He hates it. Not because you are smiling, but the fact that it’s because of someone else and not him that he finds an issue with it. He needs it to stop, or he might go crazy, so he walks over to your seat.

“Come get more firewood with me.” Is all he says before he’s walking away, he hears you following behind him almost immediately, “You and Shinsou seem awfully close.”

“Uh yeah I guess so?” You sound estranged, “I mean we are friends.”

All he does is grunt in response as he begins cutting some firewood. He can feel the jealousy radiating off himself, he hopes you can’t. When he hands you a piece of wood you speak up again.

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t care.”

“Well then why did you ask?”

“Why are you reading so far into this, huh?” He fights back, “I don’t care if you two are together, it was just a statement. Now get over it.”

He sees your entire demeanor has changed. Your shoulders have slumped, your face has fallen, and you have turned away from him. You look like he’s just killed your dog. He goes back to cutting firewood and once you have gathered all you can carry, you storm off, back to the fire pit he supposes. When he gets there a few minutes after you, he sees you aren’t there, and neither is Mina.

“Bakugo, what happened?” Todoroki asks him.

“Nothin’ happened; the hell are you talkin’ about.” He says back, with a little bite to his words.

“She came back without you, so Mina asked where you were, and y/n just walked away. She looked pretty upset.” Todoroki responds. Bakugo’s heart drops to the pit of his stomach, did his words really affect you this much?

“Like I care.” His words betray his heart, “I’m going to bed.”

He unzips the tent and crawls into his sleeping bag. Unfortunately for him it’s a restless night, filled with tossing and turning, and feeling regretful for his heart fleeing so far.

The next afternoon, the entire class spends the day hanging out by the lake. Some of the class is playing beach volleyball, a few people are swimming, some others are tanning on the sand and then there's you, making a point of talking to every guy in the class besides him.

He pretends not to notice the way you laugh at nearly everything Denki says to you, he ignores the fact that you asked Ojiro to help you get some more towels for the rest of the class, he tries to forget the hug you gave Sero after he scored the winning point in the volleyball match.

However, the one thing he cannot get over is that he knows you are doing all of this because of him, it’s his own fault, he thinks the torture is deserving. But what he doesn’t deserve is that you look so good hurting him. The sun brings out the color in your cheeks, the bikini top and shorts you are wearing compliments your skin and you look happy, being around everyone other than him.

The rest of the day is spent in agony, and it follows him even when his head hits the pillow. He can't stop thinking, his thoughts are running rampant. So, he sneaks out of the tent, trying not to wake up Kirishima and walks over to the dock. He sits down and takes a deep breath. He looks at where the darkness of the sky and the lake meet. It isn’t hard to see because of the soft glow the moon is casting overhead.

He is left there, sitting with his thoughts, trying to find some sort of solace when he hears the creaking wooden floorboards behind him. He probably woke Kirishima in the process of leaving, and he knows the red head is too good of a friend to not go searching for him.

“Hey.” He hears, but it’s coming from a voice much to feminine to be Kirishimas, he sees you lowering yourself to sit next to him, your feet are dangling above the water, and you lean back on the palms of your hands, “What are you doing out here?” “Nothin’.” He sighs, he doesn’t have the heart to say why. All you do is hum in response and look out at the lake with him. Just for a second there’s a comforting silence between the two of you, but it is soon disrupted when his chest starts feeling tight and violent butterflies swarm his gut.

His heart rate is picking up and he’s starting to sweat, but he knows the sun isn’t to blame this time. It's you. The only one capable of making him feel like this. It’s intense and anxiety inducing, and he can’t imagine there will ever be a day where this goes away. He needs to get rid of it, so he thinks a swift confession and quick rejection will be the remedy.

“y/n.” He starts with your name, easy and familiar, the sound draws your eyes to his own, “I’m gonna tell you something and-and it’s okay if you don’t say what I want to hear or if you have nothing to say at all.”

Your eyes go wide, and he gives you a hard look, he lets out a deep breath and finally unravels is heart like he has been wanting to do for so long now

“I don’t know how or when it started, but every time I see you, I want to see you more. I like seeing you smile, but I really like it when it’s because of me. Your determined, smart and so fucking pretty that even a complete idiot could see it.” He lets out a deep breath and his eyes are covered with a glassy sheen, all you do is look at him, “And I know you don’t feel the same, but I needed to say it so you can put an end to this feeling that I have every time I'm around you.”

“Bakugo…” You say his name and the corners of your lips are turning up, “You actually feel that way about me? This isn’t a joke?”

“Why the hell would I joke about this?” He scoffs, turning away from you and back towards the lake.

“I don’t know. Maybe, maybe it's because I feel the same way and always thought it was unrequited.” You say, and that gets him to look at you again, he’s really hoping this isn’t some sick joke, “I think you're really nice. You always hold the door open for me, you took a hit for me on our mission, and you-you once told me something I really needed to hear, and it changed my perspective on so many things. You make me feel valued.”

He thinks of those examples, he remembers all of them so clearly. He never had to think about doing anything for you, it’s automatic, he likes making you happy. So, when he grabs your face with his hands and brings the pair of your lips together, he also hopes this makes you happy.

Your lips are soft and plush, unmoving. He is testing out the waters between both of your feelings now, trying to mend them together with one simple act. He pulls away. Your face is still being held in his hands, and yours are on his wrists. He looks at your expression and you are fully smiling, all because of him, his heart swells in his chest.

The feeling he now describes as butterflies in his gut never ceases, but he learns to like it because he is with you, and he now knows you feel like that when you are with him as well.

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a/n: I am so sorry for the delay on getting this fic released, I expected it to be a lot shorter and I got so busy I just couldn’t find the time for it. However, I hope you enjoyed this read !

sidenote: I also head cannon this to be an alternate universe to my fic Only Ones Who Know.

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ladyzayismultifandom · 1 year ago

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King of Second Chances

DomesticAvengers!Loki x Reader

Genre/Rating: tooth-rotting fluff with best friends to lovers

Description: Contrary to popular belief, Loki does have friends... just not on Asgard. Or Midgard. Except one.

After the battle of New York, Frigga managed to convince Odin one last time to have mercy on his adoptive son Loki who recently found that out in his defense but in no way can explain his revenge hostile attempted takeover of Midgard aka Earth. Odin decided that if some time on Earth managed to teach Thor the lesson he needed to learn to be worthy of the hammer, then Earth should be able to do the same for Loki.

So until he proves that he's not the evil ego-maniac that's co-dependent on the lie his father told him about being destined for greatness when he was a peace offer child, Loki is to stay on Earth.

Specifically in Avengers Tower under close surveillance.

None of the team especially Clint and Natasha wanted him there but they couldn't trust him living on his own with some of his magic still intact. So down the hall from Thor's room soon became Loki's room and they all lived happily ever after. Sort of

"Loki did you eat my Poptarts?"

"And why would I eat those disgusting sugar-coated sandwiches?'

"Because you know I like them?"

"Out" Thor suddenly falls through a hole Loki created sending him back to his room.

Loki looked up at the vents to make sure Clint wasn't in them before relaxing back in his bed with the book before he was once again interrupted by a knock on his door. He rolls his eyes begrudgingly before swinging the door open with a wave of his hand.

"Hey, Loki..."

"Yes, Y/N," Loki says not caring to lift his head away from his book.

"Can I hide my pop tarts in here? Thor keeps eating them."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I know you don't like them so Thor won't look for them here." Unable to argue with that, Loki shrugged.

"Very well. Hide them here"

"Yes!" you jumped onto his bed and hugged him tightly to you shocking the magical entity to his core.

"Thank you, Loki," you shock him again by giving him a light kiss on the cheek.

".... You're welcome"

This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Two years has gone by since then and while Loki is still not welcome back in Asgard he has regained almost all of his magical abilities, has been caught trying to go back twice, and with Frigga's help made his room in Avengers tower look almost identical to his chambers in the palace. One would say that he's gotten comfortable on Earth.

Loki still hides your Pop-Tarts in his room and several other things you don't want the team to see despite your room being one floor below his. The only ones who dare go in his room are you and sometimes Thor but he uses an illusion spell to make your stuff look like his so there is no suspense. You could have asked him to do that for your room but having some of your things in his room gives you the excuse to see him and everybody knows that. Except Loki of course.

After another successful mission with Natasha and her sister that she never mentioned until now you were back in Avengers Tower and you couldn't wait to tell your bestie all about it.

"LOKI!!!!" You burst through his door to find a towel around his waist and hair. His chest still had some water dripping down to a place that you didn't realize you'd want to see until now. Shit you're staring

"Um, I'll come back" You quickly closed the door and headed straight to the elevator. If anyone saw how you repeatedly pushed the close doors button they'd think you insane. You quickly went into your own room and let out the breath you had been holding only to open your eyes to-

"You know you were much cuter when you were afraid to knock on my door." You jumped holding your hand to your chest wishing your heart could just calm down but the man you just ran away from clearly transported to your room.

"I see you gained more of your magic back."

"One of my favorite tricks." Loki held up a bag of sweets. He patted the spot next to him on your bed and it was like you never left. You happily jumped into his arms. Let the celebration begin.

“So Agent Romanoff wasn’t alone before Barton came around. Interesting. Hit me” He opened his mouth and you gave him another caramel candy. Something you like to do when debriefing your missions with him is to eat sweets and comb his hair. He’ll never admit it but hearing your voice with your hands massaging his scalp made him feel like a King.

“I know right?! I can’t believe she’s been hiding that from us this whole time. I thought we’d run out of secrets in Avengers Tower by now. What about you?”

“Mm that feels nice” he whispered to himself not paying attention. You took a curl of his and wrapped it around your finger before yanking harder than usual.

“Ow!” He looked up at you

“Now that I have your attention what did you do while I was gone?” You held up your brush threateningly at him. Chuckling he laid his head back down in your lap closing his eyes without any sign of fear.

“I read, painted, slept, squabbled with my oaf of a brother, the usual.”

“Do you ever think the two of you will be as close as you were back then?”

“I’m not sure. I did try to kill him after all but he does try. I’ll give him that.”

“You tried to kill me too” You mumbled

“You’re different.”

“How different?” You continue brushing his hair slowly. Like a cat he purrs.

“You are… kind in a way that’s admirable and naive yet you hunt people for a living. It’s confusing.” You gently take his head in your hands staring right into his emerald green eyes.

“Are you saying I should consider a new career path?”

“I’m saying you are the most dangerous being in the nine realms.” He whispered.

“And your best friend” You whispered back coming a little closer.

“My only friend” The two of you smile at each other.

“Jarvis please tell me you got that” The two of you sat up quickly embarrassed that you’d been caught by Tony in what would look like two lovers staring into each others eyes even though you were nothing more than friends. Right? Without a thought you chased Tony all around the tower with your brush desperately trying to get that footage of the two of you.

Unsure of when it started Loki realized that the beautiful friendship that once was had blossomed into something else entirely. He was bound to mess it up but he knew you’d give him a second chance. He is the king of those after all and you are worth all the chances he can get.

A/N: Happy Loki day! I was supposed to post this the other day but I didn’t know what I wanted to write yet. Thanks for your patience. There’s more to come!

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sour-octopussy · 2 months ago

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TEACHERS PET (pt 1)

part 2 coming

rom-com

characters; professor matt × y/n

warnings; making out, cursing

summary; you were failing maths class. first it was your own stupidness but then it started to be because of the teacher that started to piss you off. you stopped doing your homework, causing you to stay after class for detention.

authors note; i know the "i hate" part in the first paragraph is giving 10 thing i hate about you, i just had to🤸‍♀️

you walked into the classroom, clearly annoyed, going to your desk and sitting down. the teacher starts lecturing the class while you looked like you couldnt care less. you hated him. you hated the way he looked at you, you hated the way he taught the lesson, you hated his lesson, but most of all, you hated that you found him attractive.

you put in both of your airpods as you put your head on the desk and started sleeping.

matt always took glances at you whenever he had a lesson with you. when he saw you sleeping he rolled his eyes. as the class was busy trying to solve the equation, he walked over to your desk.

he saw your phone on the desk, your airpods in. he double tapped the screen to see what youre listening to.

Teacher's Pet by Melanie Martinez

a slight grin formed on his face, but you still sleeping was pissing him off. "y/n" he whispered to wake you up but you werent planning on doing so. he repeated your name once again, a bit more louder but the music in your ears were canceling every other noise.

you wake up to a nudge on your shoulder. you raise your head to see your math teacher. you scoff as you take off one of your airpods.

"y/n, homework please" he said, holding out his hand for you to hand in your homework.

"didnt do it" you reply. he was irritated by your lack of attention to his class.

"youre failing all your exams, atleast do your homework" he said as you rolled your eyes putting your head back on the desk to sleep, or you were planning too before he lifted your chin with his fingers so you would look at him. "youre staying after class"

you scoff as he walks away "no im not" you reply.

"yes you are" he replied. both of you were getting frustrated "im not!"

"dont raise your voice at me" he said his voice strict, as he turned back to you.

"and what if i do!" you yell back. you've had enough of him acting like a dickhead. it wasnt your fault you were stupid and didnt understand anything.

"y/n y/l/n youre staying an extra hour for detention." he said. the whole class went silent as they all looked at you. "this is not fair" you say as the class got dismissed and everyone started leaving.

you werent planning on staying after class, so you started packing your stuff before you felt an hand on your shoulder.

"not so fast"

the last student had left the class and closed the door behind themself. now it was just you and youre teacher.

"y/n whats wrong with you" matt says as he leans at the desk next to yours. "nothings wrong with me" you mutter.

"well clearly there is since youre always acting like a brat in my class" he says, standing up and getting closer to you.

"well youre acting like a dickhead!" you shout back, causing him to chuckle and raise both of his hands as defense

"whoaah, pipe down lovergirl." he said as he admired your features. you couldnt help but find him attractive aswell.

"didnt know you had such a dirty mouth" he says as he crouches down to your height since you were sitting down.

you roll your eyes as he chuckles slightly and stands up. "you have a nice music taste" he said as you froze and opened your phone to stop the music still playing in your ears.

"teachers pet huh" he says as he slightly tilts his head. "what are you on" you reply. you were trying to act mean, knowing damn well you were getting soaked between your legs.

"okay sweetheart lets stop acting stupid," he says as you scrunch your eyes. "sweetheart? what are you, a pedo?"

"good one" he says as he chuckles. you cant help but find his laugh adorable. "but no, youre 21 and im 25, which in fact does not make me a pedophile" he replies.

"oh okay smartiepants"

"does that pretty mouth of yours do anything instead of talking crap" he says. you didnt want to admit it but he turned you on so much.

"it does" you mumble as you slowly stand up.

"it does?" matt says as he bites his lip while watching you stand up.

he probably expected something like a kiss or maybe a blowjob but you were too unserious for that shit. instead you looked at him with awe before slapping him.

"y/n what the fuck!" he yelled as he held his cheek. you laugh to yourself before taking his hand away from his face and pushing your lips on his.

he was mad at first but slowly fell into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist.

you deepened the kiss by opening your mouth, causing his tongue to slip down your throat as he picked you up in his lap, slowly grinding his hips.

as you hug his neck and start leaving hickeys he plays with your hair, moaning softly.

"matt.." you whisper. "yes sweetheart?"

"i kind of needs some extra points"

"my house at 11pm this night, and youll get the extra points, little teachers pet."

guys this was my first ever writing i promise they will get better, thankyouu❤️

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stvharrngton · 1 year ago

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a lesson in romantics; lesson three

summary: a multi-part series where reader is the new art teacher at hawkins high and the history teacher, mr. harrington, takes a shine to the new girl. mutual pining ensues on their road to love 🥀

a/n: shoutout to @onceuponaoneshot for inspiring this part! <3

characters: steve harrington x fem!reader, robin buckley, mentions of nancy wheeler and johnathan byers

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none, robin teasing steve, steve and reader just can't stop flirting with each other

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @nix-rose

series taglist: @pbs-theundeadmaggot @alana4610 @onceuponaoneshot

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HAWKINS HIGH, NOVEMBER, 1992

Two months had since passed since you started teaching at Hawkins High and you were settling in well. Your kids liked you and everything was going well, your surroundings becoming more familiar.

Plus, you’d managed to make some friends in Robin and Steve.

Meanwhile, over in the teacher’s lounge, Mr. Harrington was hard at work to impress you. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he waited for the coffee pot to boil.

Robin watched him with pinched brows as he reached for two mugs from the cupboard, “Is that for me?” she asked, hopeful.

“Uh, well, no—“ her best friend stammered, reaching to scratch at the back of his neck, “but there’s enough for—“

“Save it.” she scoffed, “Who’s it for? Johnathan got you running round as his slave again?”

“No, it’s not for Johnathan, it’s—“ he hushed before Robin cut him off once more.

“Oh,” she chuckled, dragging out the sound, “I know, it’s for Miss-“

“Zip it!” Steve exclaimed before she could finish her accusation, “But if you must know, yes, it’s for her.” he revealed in a hushed tone, saving his other co-workers from having to hear about his predicament.

Of course, you were the mystery coffee recipient in question and Steve would hear no end to the teasing from Robin, he was sure. But he happened to notice your favourite mug still in the cupboard when making his own coffee and Steve knew how you liked to have your morning coffee before you started your day. Fortunately, he had come to know how you liked your coffee also.

Steve waved off Robin as he made a beeline for the door, leaving her to giggle with Nancy about ‘poor loverboy’ Steve. He made his way down the halls towards your classroom, nodding and smiling at the kids who were littering the hallways. When he finally reached the wing of the school your classroom resided in, he was thankful for the peace and quiet the art block would always bring.

He noticed the door to your classroom was open, taking a peek inside before he stepped over the threshold. You were sitting at your desk, slumped over a stack of work, your hair shoved up into a messy updo, your thick red cardigan hugged around your body in a move to combat the winter chill.

Steve found himself with a sappy smile on his face as he cleared his throat, “Knock, knock,” he spoke as you lifted your head to see who it was.

What was once a look of defeat and lethargy turned into one of relief and brightness when you saw Steve sauntering over to your desk with two cups of coffee.

“Oh, morning Mr. Harrington!” you beamed up at him from your desk, a smile that made Steve’s heart skip a beat.

“Good morning,” he chirped, all sing-song, “I brought you a coffee.” he said as he set your mug down on the wooden desk.

The gesture could have brought you to tears, something so simple, yet so kind. The fact that it came from Steve, of all people, definitely had nothing to do with it at all. You took the mug gladly, letting the warmth settle between your hands.

“Thank you,” you hummed as you took a sip, “you’re the best.”

“Oh, don’t sweat it,” Steve waved you off, tone sincere as he spoke, “I hope I got it right. Cream and one sugar, right?”

“It’s perfect,” you said as you took a minute to really look at Steve.

His hair perfectly disheveled, his eyes warm and inviting. Freckles and moles scattered across his face, his nose long and pointed. Lips pink and pretty and turned up into a soft smile. Steve was handsome, that’s for sure, and the thin wire frames that were sitting on the bridge of his nose complimented him impeccably.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” you pointed out, the tip of your finger pointing towards his face.

Steve shrugged as he leant back against your desk, hands shoved in the pockets of his slacks. “Yeah, I don't usually wear them but my eyes were a little fuzzy this morning, y’know?”

You nodded, eyes darting over to the corner of the room where a couple of your students had arrived to class early, quietly working on their projects before you spoke, “Well, you should definitely wear them more often,” you spoke quietly, lips pursed together in a smirk, “they suit you.”

“You really think so?” He asked, his expression hopeful and voice genuine. Steve would take any crumb of praise or compliment you gave him and eat it right up. He was beginning to see why Robin and Nancy were constantly teasing him about you.

Before you could answer, Steve’s head snapped to the corner of the room. The faint sounds of giggling and chuckling coming from the two young students were huddled together at their desks. His cheeks immediately flushed a deep pink, fingers running through the strands of his hair. He recognised them as two girls from his freshman history class.

“I didn’t realise you had kids in here already,” he chuckled, fingers coming to scratch at the back of his neck, eyes flitting between you and the prickled skin on his arm, “morning, girls.” Steve waved over at them, sticking his hand up in greeting as he pursed his lips together.

“Good morning, Mr. H.” they chimed in unison, giggling between themselves as Steve stood up straight, dusting himself off.

You shot them a look whilst trying to hide the smirk that was threatening to tug at your lips, a look that told the kids to quieten down, and to stop teasing the poor guy.

“Well, I better get going,” he said, avoiding the stares as he pointed his thumb towards the door behind his back, “don’t wanna be late to my first lesson and all.”

“Oh, sure,” you muttered. You had almost forgotten where you were, almost trying to hide the disappointment that lingered beneath your voice. You secretly ached to spend more time with Steve, not that you ever told anybody, “thanks for the coffee. I’ll repay the favour.”

“Oh, no, please,” Steve spoke softly, voice silky smooth, “it’s my pleasure, really.” He made his way towards the door now, one foot across the threshold before he turned to speak once more, “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

You raised your hand, fingers wiggling in a wave goodbye, bottom lip nestled neatly between your teeth. “I’ll see you later, Mr. H.”

He chuckled as he left, leaving your head spinning with one too many thoughts. You tried to ignore how the events that had just transpired made you feel, how you felt like a giddy high schooler overwhelmed by her crush, rather than a high school teacher overwhelmed by her co-worker that simply did something nice for her.

You had no idea how Steve felt, how you spun around his mind constantly. Nor did you know about any of the teasing he had succumbed to at the hand of his friends due to his not so minor crush on you.

There was something about him. Something exciting, something addictive. You gravitated towards him when you were in the same vicinity, and you longed to be around him when you weren’t. He really tugged at your feelings all without knowing.

You made a promise to yourself when you moved here, to not let yourself get sucked into another relationship so quickly but it was hard not to move so rapidly with Steve. He was kind and charming and so handsome. Not to mention, he was nothing like your ex-boyfriend.

It was a sticky situation, for sure.

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bellsxwriting · 2 years ago

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٠ ࣪⭑ KARMA.- Scaramouche x reader

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Quite honestly…you were dreading going to your lesson, twice a week you had world history; It was frankly a stupid lesson anyway, it was only made more painful by the appearance of none other than Kunikuzushi- sorry no, it was scaramouche now since he wanted to be edgy about it. Anyway, a lovely coffee with your best friend should lift spirits, Kaveh did have a habit of making you feel better, when he wasnt ranting about Alhaitham…which he seemed to be doing at this exact moment.

“Honestly, and then you wont even believe what he said next!”

“Im sure I wont”, you grumbled, opening the door to the cafe. Ah, heaven. The smell of coffee, the light chatter of students and keyboards typing, scaramouche behind the counter- Wait…Scaramouche??

“You cannot be serious…” you made eye contact with the boy behind the bar, before he shrugged off your gaze and continued to work, Kaveh had picked up on this interaction before internally panicking

“Now Now Y/N, how about you dont get us banned from here by causing a fight?” He smiled nervously.

“I wouldnt dream out it” You said behind grited teeth, making your way over to the counter. As you approached, he met your eyes once more, rolling them in annoyance.

“What do you want”

“Coffee…Evidently, Its why yaknow…Im in a coffee shop”, Kaveh tried to laugh off the awkward encounter by quickly ordering you two drinks, all while you and Scaramouche were sending eachother telepathic death threats with eye contact alone. He left to go make the drinks and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You know you could take the high ground and just be nice to him?” He asked, testing the waters. You scoffed, Me? The high ground? Never. Before you had time to reply, you had snatched the drinks that were brought out, slamming your mora down, and strutting away, Kaveh hurriedly following in toe.

“If you want to know what happened love you can’t ignore him”, Kaveh said, sitting down in front of you.

"It's not that simple Kav...I'm still hurt over everything that happened, I don't want to form a friendship with him again or figure out what happened. He could just leave again. And...I feel like it would hurt more" He sipped his coffee in thought. In any case, he was now back, and eventually, you'll have to find out what made him leave all them years ago.

Previous . Next . Masterlist

Summary.- It’s been over 10 years since you last saw Kunikuzushi, back then he had blocked everyone and disappeared without a trace. Now, you’re in your second year of the Akademiya University. But what happens when a certain someone appears from your past, and now, with an entirely new personality?

A/N.- There's gonna be a little more writing in the next few chapters so I hope it's ok. I'm honestly really enjoying creating this! The last chapter did go up but my tumblr made it mature for some reason so check out the masterlist to find it!

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redheartshapedsunglassesxoxo · 2 years ago

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im sucker for some clueless mutual pining so maybe ellie teaching reader how to play guitar and it ends in some cute little confession between the both of em

Guitar lesson confessions.

a/n: i tried my best for this one 😜 and it is not proofread.

Every Friday evening, Ellie and I always got together to hang out. I got up from my bed and walked towards the closet. I picked out a pair of my favorite jeans and a white wife beater. Every time I go and see Ellie, I try my best to look good, it's difficult being best friends with someone you love, more than friends. After I got finished putting my clothes on, I went to the bathroom. I opened the medicine cabinet and took out the makeup I made myself. It wasn't the best but at least it made it presentable to Ellie. Once, I was finished, I took a quick glance at myself in the mirror. I shrugged at myself, turned off the lights, and made my way out the door. I was in front of Ellie's door. I was nervous even though we knew each other for years. I pulled out the key I have to Ellies place out of my pocket. She gave me this copy when we first became friends. I unlocked the door and I'm welcomed by the scent of candle wax. "Ellie! Are you home?" I called out, no answer. She wasn't home, most likely not back from patrol yet. I looked around her home, trying to find something that will entertain me. She wouldn't be back for another hour. I spotted her guitar case. Ellie played for me once, and it was beautiful. It made me realize the feelings I have for her. I unzipped the case and pulled out the Guitar. I balanced the guitar on my thigh and balanced the neck of it between my thumb and my forefinger. Just like Ellie did when she played for me. I played around with it, strumming my fingers across the strings. I messed with it for about half an hour until I was interrupted by the door opening. I shot my head up and saw Ellie. "You're back early, how was patrol?" I said to her with a small grin on my face. "It was shit." I laughed and kept playing with the guitar. I lifted my head up to look at her "Hey, Ellie?" "Hmm?" "Is it possible you can teach me how to play?" "Yeah sure," She walked towards me and sat beside me. She sat so close next to me, it made me blush uncontrollably. I'm silently praying to myself that she won't face me and see my cheeks all red and heated. "Alright, let's start with the basics," She said with a small smile. "First, let's learn how to hold the guitar properly." I adjusted my grip on the instrument, trying to find a position that felt comfortable. As the lesson continued, I learned a few basic chords, strumming along with Ellie's guidance. Once, I learned the basics, my guitar playing was better than before. "You're doing great, just keep practicing and you'll get it." As we continued to practice, Ellie looked at me and said to me, "Hey, can I tell you something?" Her voice was laced with nervousness. "Of course," I replied, looking up from the guitar. "I really want to kiss you right now." "Then do it." She took both of her hands to cup my cheeks and brought my lips to her lips. The kiss was filled with longing and comfort. "I think I love you," Ellie says. "I love you too."

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #the last of us #ellie williams

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deepghostdreamerdream · 2 years ago

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My Scars | Sebastian sallow x gryfindorr reader

A/U note, Hello this is my first story with sebastian, and I haven't seen any darker tone stories especially with Victor rookwood so wanted to try this idea see if any likes it. also it is a bit of inspiration of ellie and david from the last of us.

When Getting kidnapped by rookwood outside of ollivanders, you fought to escape and kill rookwood but what if things went a bit differently, wanting the final repository location rookwood tortures you but finds pleasure in your pain.

WARNINGS: violence, sexual assault on minors, physical abuse, kidnapping

"That repository is my birth right!" rookwood shouts as his piercing glare digs into her soul.

"Rookwood wouldn't have wanted you near it!" she shouts back pointing her wand at him hoping to intimidate him. But she doesn't know what he has up his sleeve.

Victor darkly chuckles and shakes his head before speaking, "This is what I get for trying to reason with a child," he mutters to himself pacing back and forth.

"But as I always say, Children should be seen and not heard." once he finished his sentence, all the air in her lungs were gone.

Before she could process what he had just said, two ashwinders had apparated and grabbed her from behind and disappeared with Victor to Rookwood castle.

LATER

Victor was in the main hall pacing trying to figure out what he was going to do to the girl to get information out of her, whilst she was trapped in the dungeons below.

He knows she has been doing the dark arts against his, Harlow and ranroks men.

And even though she has been killing their men, he was actually attracted to that, she has a dark heart. Just like him. And He's attracted to that in a woman.

But she wasn't a woman but a child, which was sick of him to think but it exhilarated him even more.

To be so young and so powerful..

And he didn't even know her name.

he wanted to teach her a lesson without magic.

His eyes widen as he stops in his tracks, he mouth curves to an evil smirk as he heads towards to weaponry the goblins left.

He saw an enchanted bowie knife still sealed in it's scabbard, he grabs it and heads to the dungeons.

When he got down there, two ashwinders took guard at the door.

Rookwood could see the girl behind them, she was in the middle of the cage still knocked out.

He grins and nods to his guards to open the door for him, he enters and conjures a stool in front of the cage and sits in it, never taking his eyes off of her.

He places the dagger on the side of the stool.

He could smell her from where he sat, she smelled of mallowsweet, vanilla and peppermint even with all the mud and dirt on her.

Shaking him out of his thoughts was her body moving, she was waking up.

Y/N POV

All I can feel is my body aching. I feel like I got hit by a train..it's really cold too.

I lift my head and my vision was still blurry, I tried to lift myself up but I could only get to a sitting position.

"Glad to see your finally awake." all the air once again left my lungs as soon as i heard his voice, but everything started to sink in.

My vision started becoming more clear as I looked around my surroundings, I was in a dark dungeon lit only by the moon.

'Oh god, what happened to me?' then my eyes finally saw rookwood, he was just sitting in a stool just starting at me.

I gathered enough strength to at least mutter, "Where am I?" rookwood just chuckles, "I was wondering when you were going to wake up. And to answer your question we are at Rookwood castle, so might as well get comfortable." he finishes as my vision finally clears up.

I didn't even think about what I was about to say, "What do you want with me?" it should be obvious but it's not.

Rookwood just stares at me, his blue eyes looking me up and down, it started to feel uneasy in the room.

"Well let's start with basics shall we? What's your name?"

I remained quiet not wanting to say anything due to my voice hurting but I wasn't going to give my name to some creep, "Bethany." I give him a fake name see if he'll take it.

But I could hear him tsking before speaking, "you know I'm not much of a good man, but I can always tell when someone is lying to me, child."

Silence takes over.

"Tell me your name, I will not ask again." he calmly asks, having a trick up his sleeve.

After staying quiet, rookwood gets up and starts pacing, his irritation starting to show.

Not liking the silence rookwood stood up and yelled, "Alright Fine, if you won't give me your name then you better give me repository location!" I could only stare at the floor.

What could I say? I'm not only pissed but I'm scared too, this is humiliating. I look up at him and yell, "You can go fuck yourself!" he decided that demanding for the answer was not gonna get him far as he kneels down in front of me.

THIRD PERSON POV

"I don't like doing this to you but In order for all of this to go away, you need to tell me where it is." rookwood lies to convince her but he's starting to loose his patience.

He realizes he's gotta try a different approach, a little more profound.

"Listen, I really need your help as you can tell, you seem like a great soldier and a good leader." saying that echoed in Y/N's head, not really believing it but going along with the act.

"You know who you remind me of? You remind me of myself when I was younger, very brave, cunning, strategic.." he finishes with a word she did not expect, "Violent."

He continues, "I've noticed on how you have been taking my men down, including Harlow and ranroks as well and i must admit you are ruthless.. Maybe that's why you have survived this long."

He looks her up and down once again "Im going to be honest with you, I need an equal. I need someone strong by my side and defeat ranrok." he finishes waiting for her to talk but her voice was raspy enough to where you could barely hear her.

"What about Harlow or your ashwinders, don't you have plenty of buddies to help you." she said more in a sarcastic way than an actual question, not knowing she would be paying for it soon.

"Harlow is can barely keep his own business running and all of those ashwinders work for me. They are more brainless than anything, but to put it in simpler terms, I feel like I'm a wolf surrounded by puffskiens.. And all I need is another wolf." Y/N looks up at him and sees he's practically kneeling in front of her.

She sees her wand in his side pocket, she needed to get to it but she also sees the gigantic ass blade right by the stool and if she fucks up she's not gonna get mercy.

Something else than fear came, she doesn't know what it is but the feeling rookwood was giving her was not good. She was definitely scared of him right now, he was better off yelling at her and casting spells but him being calm and unpredictable was horrifying.

As she kept quiet trying to come up with a plan in her head, Victor notices her silence and tries to persuade.

"if you join me you could have everything you're heart desires, we would take down the most powerful witches and wizards, take over hogwarts, shit even the wizarding world, the world is our oyster." still trying to convince her, Y/N eyes staring right into his eyes, making Victor stop talking for a cool minute, she just made him physically speechless.

She's so fucking beautiful, and that's when the horrid thoughts start coming in.

Seeing her hand on the cage made him decide on a bold move, "Can you imagine the life we could build, we would recreate a whole new world.. We could grow and spread out." Y/N's heart dropped hearing that last bit, and now having his hand on hers, she now understands his True intentions.

She had to come up with something fast! She has to get out of there!

Putting on her best innocent face she smiles warmly at him, and slowly puts her other hand on top of his.

She quickly grabbed his middle finger, twisted it and tried to pull his arm through the holes of the cage, she tries to reach for her wand but Victor had the upper hand in strength as the same arm that was in the hole was grabbing her blouse and hitting her against the metal cage. Multiple times.

Her nose was bleeding a good amount, Victor yelled as his two ashwinders came to his aid, but he held a hand up to make them stay where they were at.

Victor was beyond pissed at that moment, "You little bitch!" she tried rubbing the blood away but more just kept coming so wiping it with her sleeve was pointless.

"Sir! Are you okay?!" one of his guards said coming towards victors rescue, but he denies it.

"Just fine." he says as he takes his own wand to heal his finger, after doing so he picked up his blade and looked towards them and then at the cage letting them know things were gonna get serious.

As the guards start opening the cage, Y/N still in shock doesn't realize what's happening until they get the door open.

Once they grab her she starts to scream, and it was a raw and fearful.

They drag her to the next room where there is a metal table In the middle and she gets put on top of it.

The guards hold her down as he starts to walk over to the table.

"I will ask this again one more time and if you don't give me the answer I want then you will see what happens." Victor threatened the girl, she might have been scared but she wasn't gonna let some fucker get the best of her.

"What Is your name.." he asks in a venomous tone, when she doesn't respond like he wanted, he lifts up her sleeve, takes out the blade and starts carving, making Y/N scream, kick and shake as his guards hold her down.

He finishes carving the first letter before looking back at her, he shouts, "WHAT IS YOUR NAME!" cries come out of her as her mind is clouded with pain.

And before she could get it out, he starts carving the second letter, "Y/N!! MY NAME IS Y/N!" right when she screamed, Victor lifts up the blade and looks at her face, red flushed face and full of tears.

She looked delicious, Pain looks so good on her.

He's getting aroused by torturing her.

And now that he has her name he could just picture of what he would do to her, I mean the position his guys are keeping her in aren't helping those ideas.

He leans down and his fingers push the hair out of the way and kiss her forehead, "good girl, but I need something else from you as well."

She felt like time was frozen, she was so fucking scared, he just kissed her forehead. He already has her name, he can't get that last repository location.

"Where is the last repository? Hm?" Victor asks weirdly calm, Y/N doesn't trust it.

She looks into his eyes before yelling, "Eat shit!" and that made Victor roll his eyes and start carving the rest of the word.

Y/N's screams filled the abandoned castle, even people from feldcroft could hear her screams.

Once he was done carving he realized that even with all the blood leaving her arms, once you get cut with the blade it leaves a scar forever.

With all the tears blocking her vision, she looked to her right side where Victor had her arm and she tried to see what he did.

She almost cried even more when she read it.

It said Mudblood.

With the pain, the whole situation, and now a new painful scar, tears started coming and she couldn't stop them.

"Tell us where it is or you won't be able to use magic anymore," he threatens as he goes to her left side and grabs her hand holding it down while lowering the blade near her fingers threatening to chop them off, starting with her pinkie.

As he was about to lower the blade to chop, Y/N screams, "SAN BAKAR'S TOWER!" Victor freezes, that didn't make any sense, his men already checked that tower it was empty.

"Stop lying to me girl! We already went there to search and there was nothing." Victor grips her face as he shouts in her face, making her close her eyes.

"NO!! I Swear! Its underground, underneath the tower! PLEASE!" Victor looks at her to see if she was telling the truth and she guessed that she lied so well Rookwood starts arguing with his men.

As they were arguing Victor had put down the blade, not realizing he just made his mistake and not to mention the guards hold on her was loosened.

For a few seconds she waited until she couldn't take it, she had to get out of there.

She grabs the blade and chucks it into one of the guards necks and the other straight into the other neck causing them both to bleed out by the neck.

She bolts straight towards the dungeons exit, Victor had no time to get his wand out until she was escaping halfway through the door.

He knew that she wouldn't get far without running into his men and he still had her wand so she was pretty much defenseless.

He just grabs the bowie blade and chases after her.

She makes it outside, she was still in the middle of the castle but it was better than being inside in the dungeons.

It was more like a battle field arena, but now is not the time to think about that right now.

There was a bunch of rubble and junk around. There wasn't an exit, maybe she could hide and sneak her way out.

She hears footsteps coming in her direction, she hids next to one of the barrels hopefully covering all of her.

She needs something to defend herself.. She can't just hide.

She hears his footsteps as he walks nearly to the middle of the arena, he looks around and a plan starts setting off in his head, all the tapestries that were everywhere and paper were perfect.

"incendio!" he casts the fire spell on the tapestries making the fire grow through the castle, trying to smoke her out.

He conjures a shield on top of the castle to the smoke would stay inside.

She realized what he was trying to do, he's trying to trap her in here, smoke her out and he would catch her but she needed to find something quick and to her luck, her peripheral vision she sees something shiny, a pair of scissors. Perfect.

Victor starts to pace around the arena, "Oh, Y/N.. Why did you lie?" he questions as he starts to circle around the arena trying to find the small girl.

"I mean you really got me on that one, you made me look like a fool. And that won't work in my book." he starts getting closer to where she was hiding, she had to sneak behind him to the opposite side of where he was, the smoke helped for cover but the fire was starting to spread causing her to lose oxygen.

After trying a few times to taunt her but knew they weren't working, so he pulls out his last card.

"I COULD HAVE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING! you don't know how good I am for you!" her breath starts to get quicker as her fear starts spiking.

"Oh Y/N..you know if you would have taken my offer we wouldnt be in this situation, but you know what that's okay," he takes a deep breath.

"because I'm going to keep you, I'm gonna teach you." the whole arena was practically on fire, she had to make a move.

She looked over at him and he was just standing there with the fire, like they were one in the Same.

Y/N quietly creeps up on Victor and stabs him into the stomach, causing Victor to scream and throw her down to the ground, whilst causing his blade to slide away.

She lifted her head to find the blade, it was under the rubble she was hiding at before.

With her body colliding to the ground the air left her, trying to gather her surroundings, all she could focus on was getting to the blade.

Victor didn't see where the blade went but he had his and her wand so he thought he was just fine.

Thinking he's invincible.

He kicks her stomach as she tries to crawl away, he was trying to hurt her. But he didn't know him kicking her was helping her get closer to what she wanted.

One last kick she starts coughing and crying after the fifth kick.

He kneels down on top of her with his legs outsidd of hers, with one hand on top of her head and the other holding her down.

The moment he starts getting on top of her, her fear goes into overdrive.

He flips her around to face him, and she screams in his face, "GET OFF OF ME!!" she was shaking, screaming and fighting her way out.

He grabbed both of her wrists and held them over her head.

But He just laughs and shakes his head at her, "Oh Y/N, I thought you already knew? The fighting is the part I love the most." now Y/N was starting to cry and scream even more, trying to do anything to get him off.

"As I've always said children should be seen and not heard." that sentence broke her completely, she could feel his other hand touching her sacred area and unzipping her trousers.

He let's go of one of her wrists to unbuckle his pants, but that was his last mistake.

She uses that hand he let's go of and after a few struggles she managed to get the handle in her hand.

She immediately starts hacking his face, all primal fear takes over as she sees red.

She keeps chopping and screaming until everything she had was let out.

She kept going after a minute but stopped seeing the damage she had done, she practically degloved his face.

Victor rookwood is dead.

And it was a horrid sight, and the experience was worse.

She could finally hear the roars of the fire as it starts to basically cover everything.

Before she gets up, she saw her wand in his pocket.

She grabs it and runs to the oppisite exit from Where she came from.

But neither of them knew someone else had saw the whole situation, Harlow.

She had to keep running, she didn't have her wiggenweld potions and she didn't have her nap sack, so she couldn't take out highwing.

So as she walked away, the rookwood castle burned to the ground, letting people of feldcroft see what's happening.

She tried to find the closest flu flame she could find but that was in feldcroft.

Guess she was walking even more.

Y/N was silent, she couldn't say anything. She usually talks to herself if she didn't have any body with her.

She felt numb but all the emotions were there at the same time, but the most she could feel is rage.

That almost happened to her.. She almost got raped and by Victor rookwood no less, the one who cursed Anne.

And that's not counting on the new scar on her right arm forever.

Y/N thinks bitterly, 'I guess we're both victims from rookwood now' she can't even think straight, she just wanted to be left alone.

She eventually made it back to the school, but she had to make it to the bathrooms cause she was covered in ash and blood.

She was just traumatized, disassociating was a usual thing for the girl from her life from before but this was to a new level.

The longest she would disassociate would be a minute or two, not long at all. But now they were getting to nearly 5 minutes of not being there mentally.

All she could hear was her screams, the fire roaring but most of all his words. They were ingrained in her Brain forever.

She finally makes it to the showers, gets clean and heads to the common room.

Everything seems different now, she didn't like the calmness of the castle.

She could still feel his hands on her.. Even though she scrubbed and scrubbed until she bled, she could still feel him.

But he's gone now.. She didn't have to worry about him harming anyone like that again.

Then all of a sudden she felt a wave of despair making her stop her tracks.

She knew this feeling too well, she was about to break down. She couldn't go to the common room with everyone in there.

She will not humiliate herself even more than she already has.

Not even a second thought she runs to the undercroft.

Not knowing a certain slytherin boy was heading down there as well.

Once she makes it inside the undercroft, she glances to make sure no one was in here before she could really break down.

She walked to one of the pillars and slid down starting to express the despair and pain of just going through something like that.

She rolled up her right sleeve and saw the scar, she couldn't think of anything when she saw it, it only reminded her of him.

She starts to let go as she starts to scream, letting out any internal pain.

She must have not heard the metal gates open but sebastian heard her scream right before he entered which scared the shit out of him.

He races in trying to find her, but looking over a pillar he eventually does.

And his heart broke at what he saw, she was a mess, a crying screaming mess.

But she was angry, she had so much rage she didn't think it possible.

"Y/N what happened?!" sebastian touches her, but the moment he does his touch triggered something, she was immediately back at the burning castle with rookwood.

She starts screaming bloody murder, covering her eyes trying to protect herself from the magical world trying to harm her. Maybe she wasn't cut out for all the magic.

Sebastian realized that she just went through Something horribly traumatic, at first he thought it was his uncles death that was getting to her.

But that didn't make sense because she flinched at his touch but Solomon didn't harm her which means something else was going on.

He grabs both of her arms and pulls her closer, one hand grabs her face to look up at him, giving her reassurances Like, "You're okay, nothing can get you while I'm here." and "Im not letting you go."

She was finally able to get out of that mental attack and finally see sebastian, he looks so concerned and worried.. Am I the reason he's like that?

Even after having your own panic attack, you were still worried about someone else.

Sebastian looks into her eyes and wipes her tears away, "hey, what's going on?" he asks in a soft tone that he uses for anne, making y/n kinda shy away but she knew she couldn't.

She couldn't tell him, she couldn't tell anybody really.

Even if she tried too, she couldn't.

She wasn't good at explaining her feelings especially traumatic ones but she just went through hell and back give her a break.

He was still looking at her for answers, she might not be able to tell him about certain things but she was able to show him.

She looks down and lifts up her pajama sleeve to reveal the carved word Mudblood on her arm.

Sebastian tensed immediately, "What the fuck is this!" he demands as he traces the words getting more angry with seeing each letter.

"Who did this y/n." it wasn't really a question it was more of a demand.

she croaked out, "Victor rookwood, don't worry he's dead now." he looked up at her in confusion, she just said it so casually.

And she wasn't finished, "he was the one to curse anne.. Not the goblins." sebastian was already pissed off enough to be pacing in the undercroft but now knowing he hurt both of his girls, he wanted to kill him himself.

She was silent, other than the scar something was bothering her and he knew it, so he calmed down and took deep breaths.

"is that all? Or is there something else?" he asks staring into her eyes, after a few moments she smiles and says, "Nope, just the scar." sebastian gave her a face of 'I don't really believe you' but decided to let it go.

He wraps his arms around her and lifted her into his lap coddling her.

See this was new between them, they were never this close.

But after his uncles death by his hand, let's just say they were more trauma bonded than anything.

Once she cuddled into his chest she released any left over feelings and he just held her, letting her cry on him however long she wanted.

He knew there was something more than just the scar.

Yeah sure having a scar that says you're a mudblood is fucked up in itself, but he knows that's not the real reason, he'll figure it out.

He will....

To be continued.. On part 2

#sebastian sallow x reader

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theunconcernedembalmer · 5 years ago

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Aesop! I was wondering, do you have a favorite animal? If so, what is it? Also! To the mod, I love your art, it's so adorable and amazing!

We have a few cats around the graveyard nearby... I do feed them regularly.

aaaaa thank you so much, you’re adorable too uwu

#aesop carl #identity v #identity v embalmer #identity v the embalmer #identity v ask blog #i love cats sorry this is such. a biased answer HAHAHAHAH #i have a few living around my campus and im in a cat club where we take turns to feed the bastards HAHAHAHAH #i love all of them they all have their unique personalities and theyre lovely lil fellas #my fav is one that lives at my hall hes a Big Fat Boi tm an Absolute Unit he lets me disturb him most of the time #his name is albus n hes my phone wallpaper HAHAHAHA i took a pic of him sleeping at the stairs its still one of the best photos ive taken #he.... babby...... hes such a furry and fat boi i love him so so much.............#sometimes i will go down to the canteen n find a half eaten fish lying around..... the boi was there........ boi.......#he sometimes disturbs the other cat in the next hall who practically lives at the guardhouse ive seen albus just #hit the other cat squarely in the face n i was like >:O #cats...... i have no idea what theyre thinking of....... but i would like to know XD #the other cats name is doritos and he....... has a bad habit of sneaking into the lift lobby and going up to the higher floors of the hall #which is Bad cos once hes in he cant get out....... doritos why do u do this to urself gET OUT OF THE LIFT #once i was going for lessons n when the lift doors opened i saw.... the bastard..... lying smack in the middle of the lift #n i was just scolding him n he was just guilty meowing at me like #doritos. doritos explain to me why are you here #meow #are you supposed to be here??????#meowww #when we go down im gonna open the door n ur gonna go out and stay out of the lobby got it #MEEOOOOOOWWWWWWW #i opened the doors n he bolted out which was good.... but he keeps going back in so..... sighs.......#omg i accidentally just went on about my hall cats HAHAHAHAHAHA OOPS

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cambion-companion · 2 years ago

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Saw the piggyback ask and I remembered this scene in fifty shades where Christian is carrying Ana over his shoulder and they pass one of the house employees on the way to the 'playroom'...

And now I'm thinking of Aemond doing that with his wife - not because she's drunk, she was extra bratty (on purpose) so he just slung her over his shoulder and now he's taking her to their chambers to teach her a little lesson🤭

Alicent and Criston Cole appear from around the corner just in time to catch a glimpse of Aemond entering your chambers with you over his shoulder and there's this brief moment where you make eye contact with your mother-in-law who knows full well her son is going to rail you in about two minutes...

Gods be good🤣

hahaha I absolutely adore both of these ideas guys!

Prepare for another drabble!

“You looked for Aegon where?” You closed the book you had been reading, placing it upon your knee, looking up at Aemond’s disheveled appearance.

“The brothel, The Blooming Rose, as it were.” Aemond removed his cloak, hanging it by the oaken door before turning back to where you sat. “He took me there when I was thirteen.” He hesitated. “The…madam recognized me.”

The discomfort in your husband’s voice caused you to rise to your feet, the forgotten book tumbling to the ground. “Was she indeed?”

Aemond’s violet eye looked everywhere but into your face. “She seemed pleased to see me.”

His hands clenched at his sides, you reached forward but he shied away from your touch, turning away, his posture rigid.

“I’ll be back.” You said, striding with purpose to the door, yanking it open and making your way down the corridor.

Your blood was boiling, the expression on Aemond’s face had caused your heart to clench.

“Y/N, wait!” Aemond caught your elbow, spinning you to face him. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to have some words with this Madam of the Blooming Rose.” You pried yourself free of his grip, walking away from him once more.

“No, you’re not.” Aemond touched your waist as he kept pace with you, watching your fury unfold with something akin to awe. “You will not put yourself willfully in harm’s way.”

“I am harm and she is in my way.” With each step, you became angrier, the image of your husband’s fear fresh in your mind’s eye.

“Wife.” Aemond stopped you once again, his fingers locking securely around your wrist. “Charging into a brothel with the intent to cause chaos is not something I will allow you to do.”

“Allow me?” You seethed, trying to yank your hand away from his iron grasp. “Just try and stop me!”

You freed yourself, only for Aemond to grab you roughly around your waist, lifting you up and over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

You hit his back with your hands. “Let me down you ruffian!”

“I’m the ruffian?” Aemond chuckled and your attempts to get down, his hands probing mischievously against your skirts. “You’re the aspiring assassin, storming off to do gods know what with no plan or backup. Now stay still.”

You did not obey, squirming atop Aemond’s shoulder, causing him to grunt and almost lose his footing more than once as he carried you back down the empty hallway. He smacked your backside sharply after one particularly strong bout of flailing.

You gasped at the impact, stilling momentarily in your shock. “Did you just-?”

“Yes, and I will do it again if you don’t stop.”

“How dare you?”

“That’s right, direct your anger towards me instead. The better to keep you safe.”

You ceased your wiggling, hanging loosely over Aemond’s shoulder, your arms dangling down his back. With a smirk you raised a hand, bringing it down swiftly against Aemond’s backside in retribution. He started, almost dropping you. “You are a feral wildcat, Y/N!”

“What does that make you?”

“Someone who is going to fuck you thoroughly when we get back to our chambers.”

You gripped the waist of Aemond’s tunic, his long hair tickling your nose as it swayed with his movements. His words quite distracted you, sending a pool of molten need flooding your abdomen.

“No witty retort?” You could hear the smirk in Aemond’s low voice as he shifted you more securely into his arms.

“Give me a moment.” You growled. “I’m recovering.”

He laughed, a lovely genuine sound.

The two of you had almost made it undetected to your rooms, when the door at the far end of the hallway opened. Alicent, Cole and Otto strode through it, noticing you almost immediately. You lowered your head, wishing to disappear as Aemond passed them. Otto and Cole diligently strode forward, their backs to you, but Alicent turned, following her son’s progress with raised eyebrows. She made eye contact with you briefly, the flicker of a smile passing over her lips, before looking up to the back of her son’s head. “Don’t forget the welcome dinner we have for the Redwyne’s tonight, Aemond.”

“We won’t, mother.”

Aemond rounded the corner and into the privacy of your spacious warm chambers, tossing you onto the mattress of the large bed where you bounced several times before he crawled on top of you. He traced the curves of your face, his fingers trailing a path down along the contours of your neck. His expression close to reverence as he gazed down at you, a curtain of silver hair framing your face. His exploratory hand ran the length of your body, curling under your skirts and caressing your trembling thighs. He nibbled a kiss to your parted lips. “Spread your legs for me.”

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jolalibrary · 2 years ago

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you don't learn

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader (COD MW22) 18+, minors do not interact. WC: 1.2k A/N: Be nice, this is the first time I wrote for this man and my s*m*u*t is never my strongsuit. masterlist for ghost.

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You don’t learn.

And you don't listen. Least of all to him.

That’s all he's thinking as he chases you down, his strides far longer than yours. Not that you’re accepting defeat.

Because, of course, you aren’t.

Today, you didn't do it in the field. Your eyes see something Soap didn't, charging forward, almost getting a bullet through your shoulder. You saved his life, yes. But, you also ignored him.

You broke his order. Making him almost lose his breath for a millisecond as he stills, watching a bullet rush past you.

Now, you had the audacity to be pissed at him.

Even if it was you who told him once you arrived back on base, in a hushed whisper, so no one else could hear, "It's okay to admit you were wrong, Lt." Before lunging out the vehicle, storming off.

So, now he followed for many reasons. One of which was because you couldn't have the last word.

Your boots hammer down the empty corridor with as much determination as him. Ghost’s gloved hand is almost within reach, his door approaching his left, so he widens his stride.

One.

Two.

Three.

Ghost’s hand connects with your upper arm, gripping it with ease as he both turns you and opens his door, dragging you in before kicking it shut behind you both.

Wrenching your arm free from him, eyes burning him as you step back.

“You want to repeat that, soldier?”

Your eyes scold him, or attempt too. Shaking your head, a fury of thoughts running through your head—he can tell.

He can read you like a goddamn book.

Which is how knows your palms will connect with his chest, brows knitted as you try to move him—even a centimetre. But he doesn’t.

His frame remaining exactly as it was, swallowing, closing the gap as he captures your wrists in one hand. Something you clearly hate more than you expect from the look in your eyes.

“Don’t be a fucking brat.”

“A brat?” you hiss. "I saved his fucking life. If anyone is being a brat, it is you."

"I'm warning you."

You lift your chin, straightening your spine. "Warn me then, Lt. Fucking warn me."

His spare gloved hand grips your waist, pulling you flush to him, causing you to squeak. Fingers spreading, digging down as you whimper, and he cocks his head.

You tried to blink it away, but he saw it.

He saw that you wanted this too. That the tension wasn't all in his fucking head. You felt it.

Testing his theory, he lets his thumb lifts the thin fabric of your T-shirt. And he feels you shudder, your eyes attempting to disguise how much your body is betraying you.

Smirking, he drops his face closer, running the edge of his mask against your neck—scratching against you, making it known he’s there.

“Oh, I can warn you, princess. I can give you a fucking good lesson,” he says darkly, his hot breath dancing over your neck.

You try to shove him again, glaring more purposefully, finding him moving even less from where he stands. But, it's not as determined, he can tell. An act, a bad liar.

Ghost slides up his mask just enough to show you his smirk, that condescending smirk of his he knows you hate. The one you guess is there even in the field, even over the radio when you're not even close.

“You know what, go fuck yourself, Ghost.”

“Or,” he snaps, gripping your hip tighter, walking you back into the stone wall as you hiss, “I can fuck you.”

Your eyes blink, anger disappearing and he feels you shift. “W-what?”

One quick glance, and he spots your legs firmly together, his smirk appearing more than it was before

“Is that what you want, princess? Do you want me to fuck you?”

You hold his gaze, eyes flicking briefly to his lips.

“I think you do," he snarls, pulling your hips against his. "Use your words. That’s an order.”

Swallowing, you jut out your chin. “Y-yes.”

"Yes...?"

Your jaw tightens. "Yes, sir."

Fucking hell.

He’s quick.

Hearing you gasp just as his lips capture yours, stealing the rest of your words. Lips sliding together, teeth close to lips as a hand roughly grabs your cheek, the one on your hip moving to undo your belt.

All he focuses on is that you’ve stopped fighting and shoving, resting your fingers against his chin, sliding them up along his jaw as your kisses turn messier and more desperate.

“I shouldn’t—“

“If you know what’s good for you, princess, you’ll keep your mouth shut,” he utters, his deep voice vibrating through you as he pops the button open on your trousers. “I don’t want to hear another word outta you, you hear me?” His lips sliding up your jaw, breath dancing along your ear. “Not unless it’s because you’re begging or moaning my name.”

Your eyes flick to his, and he hopes you see the warmth in them, the lust dancing in the darkness.

“Which is Simon, if you didn' know.”

His teeth bite his glove off before sliding his hand under your underwear, your whimper mixing with a breath as he smirks.

“I know your goddamn name,” you bite, trying not to moan at his touch.

Tilting his head, he tightens his jaw.

“You want me to stop?” His fingers pausing, hearing you whimper, your eyes suddenly full of anger again. “I will if you don’t stop with the cheek.”

You say nothing, swallowing your words.

Ghost runs the tip of his nose along your cheek, the highest part of his face showing, before he feels you shake your head, and he presses a chaste kiss to the side of your lips.

“Look at me,” he whispers, his finger descending until he’s sliding two inside you, feeling your slick walls tighten around him, “Now, soldier.”

Your eyes are beautiful.

The way your lips curl as he continues to pump them inside of you.

“Fuck… You are something else, princess. Y'know that? Y'know how fucking perfect you are? 'Cause I don't think you do.”

"Simon..." you whimper.

Your slick coating his fingers through his gloves as he continues to tease, hearing more whimpers, more moans. Your eyelashes flutter, his thumb capturing your clit periodically, hearing the hiss in your moan when he does. Your moans falling so quickly from your beautiful lips, feeling your walls tighten as you get closer and closer.

His mouth latching onto your neck, sucking and nipping, leaving marks everyone—including you—will see. He feels how close you are, how much you’re still trying not to give in.

So he wrenches his hand back.

Smirking as your mouth parts, eyes digging into him.

His hand silences you as yanks your trousers down, letting them pool at your feet. You breath heavy, as does he.

“You want this?”

Silence.

Ghost pulls his glove from his hand with his teeth, staring, waiting.

“Do you want this?”

He adds your name at the end. Your real name.

No alias. No teasing nickname. No princess or anything.

Your eyes lower briefly before flicking them up to hold his gaze, a devious smirk on your face. “Yes, sir.”

He removes his hands, sliding them up and around your thighs as be lifts you around his waist, twisting the two of you to seat himself on the end of the mattress. Your thin underwear and his cargo’s the only barrier between you and him, even as you grind your core against the tent of his trousers.

A dark chuckle escapes his lips, his hand holding you in place on his thighs. “Poor, princess. So desperate for a fucking?”

You whimper, head burying into his shoulder.

“What do you want?” Ghost asks, feeling your nails dig into the back of his exposed neck as he slowly rolls your hips against him. “Tell me. Now.”

“Everything,” you moan, rolling your hips against him, eyes shimmering with need and want as they meet his. “I want you to fucking break me, ruin me, fuck me so I can’t even walk. That’s what I want.” His lips press against your cheek, jaw and ear as you talk. “Fuck… please can you just…” your hands coming around, gripping his mask-covered cheeks. “I need you to fuck me, Simon.”

It takes a moment, just for his name to really register.

His name from your lips.

It’s sinful.

It’s fucking everything.

Which is why he flips the two of you, pressing your chest and stomach down into his bed—smirking as you instinctively arch your back, the damp patch on your panties on show for him as he strokes his cock over his trousers.

“Atta girl,” he says, undoing his belt with a crack, dropping his trousers and boxers to the floor with a thud.

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calummss · 2 years ago

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Thomas Shelby Hogwarts Professor Short Story

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Chapter 4: Dreaming Of Him

summary: you’re first lesson with professor shelby

pairing: professor! thomas shelby x fem student! reader

words: 1.5k

Shit, Shit, Shit. This cannot be happening.

First day as a 7th year and you were late. Why Penny didn't wake you? Probably because you yelled at her to let you sleep in. You were rushing through the room trying to find the last items you needed. This day could possibly not be worse. The first lesson you would be late for was Defense Against the Dark Arts, what a way to greet the Professor. ‘Sorry Professor, I woke up late because I wanted to keep dreaming of you’, not weird at all.

You scurried down the empty hallways trying to get to Shelby’s classroom in time; which was useless because when you stepped down the dusty stairwell you could see that all students had already entered the classroom.

‘Oh for god’s sake.’ You cursed.

You knocked on the old wooden door and opened it to see that Professor Shelby and the others had already started with the lesson.

‘I’m so sorry, Professor,’ You caught your breath. ‘I didn’t mean to be late.’ You said before hurrying to your seat next to Penelope.

‘No worries, Miss…’

‘Granger, Sir. Y/n Granger.’ You replied.

‘No worries, Miss Granger. Next time just be on time.’ He smiled at you before continuing the lesson.

‘That was embarrassing.’ You rolled your eyes looking at Penelope.

‘Are you sure you weren’t doing it on purpose?’ She raised her eyebrows.

‘Purpose for what?’

‘To be late, to draw attention to yourself. Y’know, because of him.’ She gestured her head towards the Professor.

‘Are you out of your mind?’ You whispered back a bit too loud..

You shifted your attention to the front not noticing that you were biting your lip. How could you ever stop dreaming of him? This was a curse. Simple as that.

Professor Shelby seemed confident in his ability to teach and was gaining the attention of almost all of the seventh years. You weren’t the only one gushing over him as you saw a Ravenclaw girl twirl a piece of her hair around her finger.

‘Now, for this lesson I would like to revise a few spells. It would be great to give you some practice and revising for your N.E.W.T.S that you’ll be taking next May.’ He paced in front of the tables allowing his eyes to swim over the crowd of many new faces. But it seemed as though every time he spotted you he smirked unexpectedly. It was more to himself than to you but you found a part of yourself rather liking it.

‘A real saviour he is.’ You heard a Hufflepuff boy whisper to his friend a row behind you.

For once it seemed like the N.E.W.T.S were doable. Professor Shelby explained that you would be revising the Boggart-Banishing Spell, which forced you to think back to your third year when a giant spider appeared in front of you. You don’t remember anything about that lesson. You passed out before you could do anything.

For the most part the lesson was amusing. Professor Shelby had put on some background music that seemed to lift up the atmosphere and appeared to make things funnier than they actually were. And you definitely couldn’t contain your laughter when Penny’s boggart turned out to be Gilderoy Lockhart forcing her to sign autographs with him. However when you stepped forward you felt uneasy. You knew what your boggart was going to be. It wouldn’t be a spider because you overcame that fear. You have Lee Jordan to thank for that and his stupid pet tarantula.

You started to raise your wand, and then you saw it. You froze. Every bone in your body stopped working. There was a terrible snarling noise. Glowing yellow eyes stared back at you. Around you you heard gasps as soon as the boggart turned into a werewolf.

Your hands were trembling and sweat pearls rolled down your temples. Saliva started to build up in your mouth; you gulped. You were faced with the summer of 1991.

‘Y/n, I’m starving,’ Oliver whined against the chair. ‘Can’t we eat now.’

‘Unless you want raw sausages, then no.’ You chuckled.

The heat of the barbecue warmed your face as you placed fresh cuts of meat on the griddle.

‘How come everyone else is helping but you’re not?’ You walked towards Oliver. ‘That’s the least you could do.’

’I prefer the sweet life. Servants if you may.’ He snickered.

You sat down in the chair and closed your eyes. Cool breeze dancing on your skin, the smell of good meat, the sound of music and grasshoppers filled your ears. It was a while before you were ripped out of relaxation and faced with the troubles that came with having a friends get-together.

‘Y/n, get some wood from the back.’ Penny placed a bowl on the table.

‘Why can’t Oliver do it.’ You kept your eyes shut.

‘He decided to cook the meat.’ She walked back to the house. ‘Please?’

‘Fine!’ You yelled back at her before jumping out of the chair and dragged yourself to the back.

It was dark and you could barely see anything. You puffed out air before stepping towards the wood storage when you suddenly heard a branch snap from inside the woods. Your head snapped to the direction of the sound but you didn’t see anything. You turned back to the storage box when you heard rustling from behind, and it felt closer than before. When you turned around you were met with blue eyes much bigger than a humans. You could only make out pointed teeth and matted paws before it pushed you to the ground. You were screaming and punching the air trying to save yourself. You knew what it was. You knew it was a werewolf and if he only nibbled at you, you’d have your fate sealed and your life ruined. Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream.

‘Help.’ You screamed at the top of your lungs and wouldn’t stop. Your throat was sore from all the screaming and no one was showing up. It felt like minutes before you finally heard someone cast a spell.

‘Alarte Ascendare.’ You could hear Mr. O’Sullivans voice.

As the werewolf flew high into the sky you took this time to crawl back as fast as you could. Your arms could barely hold you as you pushed yourself away from the place you had just been pinned too. As soon as the werewolf landed back on the ground it took off into the forest and you haven’t seen him or any other werewolf since.

Nightmares followed me for a year after the incident.

Before you could realise, Professor Shelby stepped in front of you and shielded you from the boggart. The werewolf vanishes and a roiling mist appears. The illuminating moon appears and seconds after whizzes past the students as a balloon, as soon as he utters the words 'Riddikulus.’

‘Well done, everyone. I think that's enough excitement for today.’ He turned around. Everyone started to leave the classroom, chattering about the lesson.’

‘Miss Granger, would you stay for a moment.’

You assured Penny that you would be fine and stepped further into the classroom, just as the last students left the room and shut the door.

‘I hope you weren’t late to class because you were dreaming of me.’ Professor Shelby leaned against the windowsill.

Your eyes went wide. ‘What? N-‘

‘I’m joking,’ he wholeheartedly laughed as he came closer. ‘But it looks like you still can’t keep your eyes off me.’ He looked highly modest during class, but it was clear he wasn’t like that all the time.

‘Sorry if it comes across as weird.’ You cleared your throat. ‘But I didn’t realise you’d be your Professor. I guess I have to become used to it.’ You gave him a faint smile.

‘I suppose your quill is working fine?’

‘It is.’ Your hands found themselves to the straps of your bag. ‘I wanted to thank you but you had already left the store.’

He continued to smile at you before breaking the awkward silence. ‘Well then, I hope you excell in your class. I heard great things about your academic scores.’ He said, whilst appearing to be amused by your awkwardness.

‘I'd better go. I have Potions next and I reckon Snape will take any opportunity to take more points from Gryffindor.’ You said, pressing your lips together before heading to the door.

‘I don't doubt it. If you must, blame me for keeping you. Although I don’t think he’ll like that answer either.’

You were about to head out of the classroom when you heard your name being called again.

‘By the way, Miss Granger. I’m sorry,’ he apologised. ‘About the werewolf. It must’ve been hard to face it again.’

‘It’s quite alright Professor. I’m over it. Looks like our boggarts go hand in hand.’ You chuckled, stepping out into the hallway, making your way to the dungeons for your next lesson.

This was going to be a hard year.

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derangederensimp · 3 years ago

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Geto’s Best friend Part 2

Jujutsu Kaisen smut Gojo x Reader x Geto

CW: exhibitionsism, fingering, penetrative sex, threesome, oral male recieveing, semi female recieving, size kink, degradation/humiliation kink, creampie, breeding kink, and some more.

Read part one here

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As night went on as the three of you laid in bed fast asleep. Geto and Gojo pressed up against your body with hands on your breast like they were grabbing for comfort. At some point you turned on your side to face Geto as his arms pulled you in closer. Gojo must’ve gotten a bit jealous as scooted over to spoon the other side of you, placing a hand on your hip and tracing circles along you. It was the best sleep of your life. The sun began to rise and still fast asleep Gojo planted a kiss on your forehead before getting up from the bed to get dressed. “Where are you going?” Geto lifts his head from the pillow and looks at Gojo in the doorway. “To go grab us some breakfast of course? We have a long day ahead of us don’t we?” He said with a smirk before closing the bedroom door and leaving.

The next thing you know your waking up to a soreness between your legs, sun shining bright through the curtains of your bedroom and then wet kisses being placed on your neck. Looking over to check the time you see the other half of the bed empty where Gojo once was or at least you think he was. Maybe that whole thing was a dream and the soreness was just from Geto taking out his frustration from work like he always does. He would always make sure you came at least 3 times before he was done with you. Geto definitely had a more aggressive side to him but you only ever saw that when he wanted to have sex. Although there have been plenty of times where he takes his time and focuses just on pleasing you.

“Geto, enough. I think you’ve had your fun” you say turning your head over to face him. His eyes were hooded and full of desire. You already know your in for yet another round. “ and why should I stop? You fucked another man in my- no excuse me OUR place. I think I should be allowed to have some alone time with you after that. Teach you a lesson. Hmm?” Geto snarled out as you just stared into his eyes feeling the seriousness in his tone. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean things to go that far. I swear” You repeat the same words as last night sitting up in bed. Geto just props himself up on one arm as he runs his hands up your thigh.

“Didn’t I already tell you to save it? As much as I’d prefer not to share you with my best friend I would be lying if I said it wasn’t enjoyable watching you be fucked dumb by him. Though I hope you know I will always be the one at the end of the day giving it to you much harder than he ever could.” Geto says as he reaches up and brushes the hair away from your face and tucking the strands behind your ear. “You know, you are really pretty [y/n], but you also look prettier with my cock in your mouth.” Geto said with a grin on his face. Feeling your stomach flip in your stomach you knew where this was leading to. You don’t protest to this as you do thoroughly enjoy when he gets this way.

Geto was definitely the jealous type and very much into showing everyone that you belong to him. The countless love bites and hickeys left along your neck making you have to wear turtlenecks or sweaters to work unless he told you to wear something else. You used to feel embarrassed but as time went on you liked the way people would look at you as you’d stroll hand and hand with the man who marked you like that around the shops. The one person you enjoyed looking at those marks was Gojo. He would always look so flustered, annoyed that He wasn’t the one leaving them on you. The sound of his cock slightly slapping against his stomach as he pulled himself free snaps you out of thought. Looking down at his hand, slowly stroking at it as your mouth began to water.

He brings himself to the edge of the bed setting his feet on the ground and spreading open his legs to fit you between them perfectly. “Get on your knees” he says, turning his head to look at you. “Don’t act so shy now, Didn’t you take Gojo into your mouth so quickly last night?” he snarled out at you, watching as you just sat there. Taking a big gulp you walk over to him, dropping to your knees with ease between him and looking up at him. The look on your face absolutely drove the man insane. Reaching a hand out to hold your face between his thumb and other fingers squeezing slightly so your lips puckered “Don't forget to do it the way I like it, yeah?” He said after grabbing a hand full of your hair with his free hand. “Who’s bigger?” He asks, cocking his head a bit and looking down at you. “You” is all you say before

Letting him guide you down to his precum soaked tip your lips wrap around it swirling your tongue around to lap up the leaking fluid. Placing your hands onto his thighs to hold yourself steady he loosens his hold on your hair as you begin to slide your tongue down his shaft and back up again before bobbing up and down on his cock stroking the parts you couldn’t yet fit in your mouth. “God just look at you, so fucking pretty” he barely manages to get out without moaning after each word. “Go on, take it all take my cock” he groans out as he bucks his hips up into your mouth making you fully take him in. Tears welling up in your eyes as you look up at him, slightly gagging on him for a moment before adjusting, allowing you to continue sucking.

“Oh sweetheart I’m sorry, are you alright?” He says looking down at you. It was funny how fast he would switch between wanting to make you cry stuffing your face with his cock to caring and wanting to make sure you were ok. You just nod your head before continuing. Pulling him out of your mouth kissing the tip and stroking it a few times before taking him in once again. You feel his leg begin to twitch which meant he was getting close to his climax. “Come on [y/n], you’ve almost got me off and you haven’t touched yourself at all yet. You know that’s my favorite part” he says, putting his head back with pleasure. Reaching a hand down and trailing it along your hardened nippes, down your tummy and to your clit you begin to pleasure yourself.

The noises of your slick covering your fingers causes Geto to let out a low moan before he takes control of the pace bucking his hips fucking your mouth as you slip a finger in and then two. Leaning forward he reaches down to grab a tit in his hand pinching your nipple between his fingers making you moan on his cock. Right when he’s about to have his release you stop making him moan. “You just know so well how to do this, edging me so close right before I was going to paint your throat white” he grunts out as you wipe your mouth before standing on your feet before turning around to walk towards the bathroom to freshen up. “Oh, no, no. Where do you think your going, you little slut. Just cause I didn’t paint your throat white doesn’t mean I’m not ganna paint your walls white” he says grabbing your wrist quickly pulling you closer to him and lining himself up with your already throbbing cunt. Slamming you down hard onto his cock making you moan his name.

“What are you supposed to call me?” He says before biting into your neck and then sucking on the spot to relieve the pain. “Master” is all you say. With that being said it completely sets him off pulling your legs up and bringing himself to his feet lowering you up and down hard onto him. “Aren’t you so glad we have a mirror on the door. Come on baby look at yourself taking my cock. Tell me who fucks you better” he says looking straight ahead into the mirror staring at your tits while they bounce. Meeting his gaze before saying “Y- you do Geto” with mewls trailing behind. “Maybe I should just get you pregnant, then I won’t have to share your pussy with anyone” he grunts out. You closed your eyes and thought to yourself it wasn’t possible for you at the moment to get pregnant as you were on birth control which relieved you. Looking back at the reflection watching him pump in and out of you at such a speed leaving you trying to catch your breath.

Just as you were about to cum the door creaks open with Gojo peeking his head through the wedge before opening the door to take in the site. “Awe, I thought we’d be doing this together from now on. Guess not” Gojo says as Geto just continues to pound into you, moaning louder and louder. Gojo takes steps closer to you stopping just in front reaching a hand out to start rubbing circles around your clit. The overstimulation driving you to the edge as several moans leave your throat. “Shit, she’s clenching onto my cock. You like him seeing you like this, don't you? You going to cum for us baby?” Geto says. You try to speak but only a moan comes out as you squeeze your eyes shut. Geto pulling out of you while Gojo puts his lips to your slit as you squirt all over his face. “You just keep getting sweeter and sweeter” Gojo says, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as Geto shoves himself back into you and cums, filling you up.

Setting you back down onto your feet you can feel it slowly drip out of you. “I think I should go take a shower” you say as you attempt to walk but can’t without losing your balance. “I think you broke her” Gojo said before giggling, taking his shirt off and lifting you into his arms bridal style. “I’ll take care of you princess” he says looking down at your fucked out face as he walks over to the bathroom. “Tell him who fucked you better” Geto says following behind and grabbing 4 towels one for your hair. “Geto did” you said, putting your face against Gojo's chest. “Hmm well I just have to change that, now don’t I?” He asked before setting you back down onto your feet and starting up the shower.

Geto rolls his eyes to comment as he holds onto you while Gojo undresses his lower half before he steps into the water first holding his hand out for you to take and pulling you inside. He leans onto the shower wall as you lean into him and Geto getting in behind you closing the shower door. The men take turns washing your body as you wash your hair. You felt like you were in heaven when Geto started to massage your scalp for you as Gojo focused on holding you up. Once Geto and Gojo also washed their hair and body the water was turned off and a towel wrapped around you and your hair put up into one. The men both walked you over to the bed which you plopped onto and fell asleep.

“So much for breakfast” Gojo sighed out before making his exit to go eat the still warm food with Geto.

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cosmiclove-heavenstruck · 3 years ago

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Dance Lessons | Harry James Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Wordcount: 12200 words (Yes, really. Do you ever just start to write a little oneshot and then it turns out as a fic with over 10000 words?)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of underage drinking, sexual tension but no smut, fluff, slight angst, slow burn i guess

Summary: Harry asks you to teach him how to dance for the upcoming Spring Ball.

a/n: Set in Harry’s sixth year. English is not my native language, so there might be spelling/grammar mistakes. (The beginning is inspired by this oneshot)

Not many could say that they had faced Voldemort more than once and had survived, but Harry Potter was one of the few lucky ones that had gotten away every time. And if that wasn’t enough, Harry had defeated horrifying creatures, had broken into the Ministry and had saved the wizarding world several times – more or less accidentally, but hey. He had dealt with Umbridge and fought Death Eaters.

To the world, he was a hero, he was the Boy Who Lived.

So yes, his record of fighting the evil was quite impressive for a sixteen-year-old. But there was one thing he knew he would never impress anyone with and that were his dance skills.

Because Harry Potter couldn’t dance for shit.

Everyone who had watched his poor attempt at a waltz at the Yule Ball knew it had been an embarrassing disaster, and a blessing when he had stopped – merely for Parvati Patil’s feet.

Everyone who had watched knew that Harry Potter had never before set foot on a dancefloor. And you had watched. You had watched with great interest because secretly, you had wished for him to ask you to the ball. But when there had been only two weeks left and Dean Thomas had asked you after Transfiguration class, you had said yes.

There you were, sitting with Dean beside Seamus and Lavender as well as Ron and his date Padma, your eyes glued to the raven-haired boy getting terribly out of step. You watched, of course, under the pretence that you found it disgracefully hilarious.

Harry had never thought about asking you to the Yule Ball, if he was quite honest with himself. He had been after Cho, and he waited way too long to ask her, so she was already going with Cedric. And you had a date with Dean.

As good as Harry was with fighting the dark and the evil, as bad was he with social interactions. He had no problem producing a Patronus, but he was absolutely useless when it came to talking to girls.

You were the opposite.

Yes, the boggart may had made you faint in front of your whole class, but on the other hand, talking seemed like the easiest task in the world. Whether it was a chat with a teacher or speaking to strangers, though you did not thrive off of that.

There was one other thing that made you stand out to the other girls (and boys) in your year: You knew how to dance, from a simple disco fox to a more complicated waltz.

So, when Professor Slughorn announced a Spring ball for the students in sixth and seventh year, Harry knew you were his only chance if he did not want to make a fool out of himself again. He asked you (after a whole week of practicing in front of the mirror), with heated cheeks and a fast-beating heart, if you could teach him how to dance.

You felt a bit taken by surprise by this request, but agreed, nonetheless.

Friday evenings, eight to nine o’clock, were now reserved for your weekly dance lessons.

Looking at Harry’s history, it should be no big deal to dance with a girl when you had already come across the most dangerous things existing in the wizarding world. He should not be nervous; what was the girl teaching you how to dance against gigantic spiders who saw you as their dessert?

Well, everything.

The thing was, Harry could prepare spells and charms, he knew what he had to do when he was faced with a Dementor or a Boggart. His mind, however, went completely blank when it came to you, like his nerves were on fire. To say he was nervous was an underestimation.

Harry ran his hand through the mess of black locks in a rather useless attempt to flatten them. They jumped back up immediately as he let go, pointing in every direction but the one he wanted them to. Stupid genes.

Sometimes he wished he had inherited his mother’s hair. It would have been fun to be mistaken as a Weasley and he could pretend he and Ron were actually brothers.

To keep his hands busy, Harry smoothened the plaid shirt he had thrown on before darting another glance at the clock over the door of the abandoned classroom on the fifth floor. 8:01 o’clock.

His fingers drummed against the wooden desk he was leaning on to release his excited tension, which only worked until the door opened, and he jumped up into a straight position.

You stepped inside, a vinyl clammed under your arm and an apologizing smile on your lips.

“Sorry I’m late, Snape held me off,” You said, placing your bag on the table Harry had leaned on previously.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. Uh, are you alright?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah. I mean Snape just almost failed my assignment, but I found a new song to dance to, and I’m pretty sure you’ll like it,” You said as you rushed over to the old vinyl player in the corner and unwrapped the black record.

Harry followed your every movement. You could feel his eyes on you and bit down on your lip to stop yourself from smiling.

“It’s a bit slower than the other one, so it will be easier for you to follow,” You added and pulled the vinyl out, stroking a streak of Y/H/C hair behind your ear, your back still facing him.

When the record was placed correctly into the player, you turned back around and led Harry by the hand to the middle of the classroom. This simple touch alone made Harry’s head spin, and it did not help when you placed his hand onto your waist.

“Are you ready?” You asked and he nodded. “Good, follow my lead.”

There was nothing but admirable beauty, the way you moved to the soft piano music filling the room, Harry thought, and he hated himself for not realising sooner. You were like a sunset, and he was afraid to look right at you because what if you saw all the feelings swelling in his heart that dared to overspill at any moment.

You had been right, he adored the music you had brought with you, but he adored you even more.

You thought he looked at his feet because he was afraid to mess up the steps.

“Hey,” You said softly, taking the hand from his shoulder to lift his chin. “Eyes up.”

“Yes. Right. Sorry.”

A sheepish smile spread over his face and your heart beat hectically against your rip cage as his emerald green eyes met yours.

It took Harry a great deal of strength to not break out of the dance routine he had so intensely studied and kiss you. But your hand slipped away from under his chin back to his shoulder and the moment was lost, like so many others.

Staying professional was not so simple for you either, as much as you liked to deny it. You liked Harry, more than friends should like each other, but who could blame you? Harry was very handsome, with his messy hair and those green eyes, he was sweet and caring, and he was dancing with you in an abandoned classroom, his hand on your waist.

Looking at it from this angle, there seemed to be no reason as to why you were so careful to deny your feelings.

Well, there was one problem: You thought he wanted to ask Cho to the ball to make up for the Yule Ball.

Harry was pretty oblivious when it came to love. Neither had he thought about you as more than friends before sixth year, nor had he realised that the feelings he had felt for Cho two years ago were similar to the ones he had for you now, though they were much more intense.

The worst part was that you two had been friends for three year and since then, you had spent a week of every summer holiday at the Burrow. Harry knew you; he knew that you liked his crappy jokes and his sarcastic comments, but never before had his stomach tingled when you laughed at them. Never before had there been goose bumps all over his skin when you hugged him. And to hell, never before had he acknowledged how goddamn beautiful you were.

“You’re getting really good.” You ripped him out of his thoughts.

“Oh. Really?” He asked.

It would be brilliant if he could dance without thinking about it all the time, fearing he could step on your feet.

“Yes, really,” You replied, grinning.

“Well, I- I suppose I have a good teacher.”

The piano music faded out and you stopped in the middle of the room, slipping your hand out of his. It was a good excuse to turn around and start the vinyl again, so you did not have to answer anything.

Harry stood there for a second, gulping and scratching his neck. He should not have said that.

What he had said flattered you, but it was only a knife dressed like compliment, stroking over your heart to stab you right after. All of this was amicable, temporary, fickle. All of this was for Cho.

You sat the needle back on the record.

“What’s it called? The song, I mean,” Harry asked quietly.

“‘Il Reste du Temps’. The rest of time.” You walked back up to him and took his hand, leading you two into the dance. With his hand on your lower back, he pulled you a bit closer than last time.

“So, there are only two weeks left. You have asked Cho by now, I suppose?” You asked to remind your thoughts of reality.

Harry narrowed his eyebrows, not sure how you had come to the conclusion he still liked Cho. She was great, for sure, but she wasn’t you.

“Oh. Uh, not really, no,” He answered. Your heart jumped.

“Well, you should hurry up. You don’t wanna wait until last minute like last time.”

“I- yeah, I mean, I don’t- I don’t want to go with Cho.”

You stepped forward even though you were supposed to draw back and stomp on his left foot. His hand around yours clenched for a second at the sudden pain.

“Shit. Sorry.” You quickly brought you two back into the right footstep order. “You’re not asking Cho?”

“No. I wanna- No.” Harry stopped himself from talking any further. He couldn’t ask you. He just couldn’t.

“Well, who do you wanna ask?” You said.

Maybe it was Ginny. She was gorgeous, phenomenal at Quidditch and in the Slugclub. Nothing you could say about yourself.

Harry opened his mouth and stammered. “It’s, uh, you know…some…girl.”

Oh yes, great save, Harry, congratulations, He thought to himself, couldn’t be any vaguer, could you? For Merlin’s sake, look at her, she is completely confused.

You were pretty even when you were confused, with your eyebrows drawn together over your eyes curiously inspecting him – Stop.

“Ah, okay. The lucky girl’s a secret,” You said, laughing lightly. It was definitely Ginny.

“No, I mean, she’s –”

“It’s not my concern who you’ll ask, Harry,” You interrupted to calm him down. “As long as you ask her.”

Harry didn’t know what to reply to that. You really saw them just as friends.

The two of you danced for a while and Harry tried to memorise every golden speck in your dark eyes, every freckle, every curve, just so he could imagine you instead of the person he would dance with in a fortnight. If he would even go. Because what point was there to go to a ball if the one person he wanted to dance with more than anything else would not be there with him?

You tried to enjoy the closeness while it lasted. But the voices crowding your mind all shouted that he would never see you the way you saw him. That his face would never be so close ever again. That his hands would never rest on your body the way they did now, and never with any other intention than for the sake of learning how to dance, learning how to impress Ginny or whoever he would ask.

“Have you – have you asked anyone yet? To go to the ball with you?” Harry disrupted your thoughts and pulled you back into reality.

“No. I don’t even know if I’ll go,” You said and Harry’s heart dropped. “I mean, I’ll come to watch you dance, that’s for sure.”

Now his heart was way up in his throat, beating like hell. He swallowed and forced himself to answer. “No pressure then.”

You grinned at his comment. “Oh please, you can dance better than most of sixth and seventh year combined by now. You remember the spin I showed you last time?”

Harry nodded. He lifted his left arm and put a little pressure on your waist. You performed a small twirl before he caught you again, hand on your side. He smiled proudly.

“Really good.” The music stopped and you looked at the clock on the wall behind Harry. 8:57 o’clock. “I guess that’s it for today.”

Harry smiled sadly but you thought it was just your mind, playing you a trick. You packed the record back into the cover while Harry shouldered his back bag, handing yours to you. Then he held the door open for you, and you stepped out into the dimly lit hallway.

Harry had already pulled out the Marauders Map to check if the way back to the Gryffindor tower was clear. You weren’t technically allowed out after nine p.m. because of the new safety measurements, but it was part of the charm.

“Filch’s down on the first floor and Snape’s in his office,” Harry informed you.

“Okay.” You nodded.

Quietly and side by side, you two walked back to the Gryffindor tower. There was plenty of silence to break, plenty of time to ask you to the ball, Harry thought. But he was too afraid.

–

“It’s not that easy, alright?”

“Bloody hell, you spent every Friday evening with her! Half of our year thinks you’re secretly doing it in that classroom.”

For that, Ron earned a jab into his ribs. The two made their way through the masses of students down the last staircase to the Great Hall.

“Ow! It’s not my fault, you can’t open your mouth.”

“Oh, I can’t open my mouth? Have you asked Hermione yet?”

Harry was sure this would shut Ron up, but he was wrong.

“I asked her six weeks ago and she said yes, mate.”

Harry stopped in his tracks, stunned. “Wot?”

“Merlin, do you ever listen to me?”

Ron shook his head, walking to breakfast. Harry needed a few seconds before he could move again, then he caught up with his best friend. He was about to say something back when Ron’s sister Ginny interrupted them, wrapping her arms around both of Harry and Ron’s shoulders.

“Morning boys,” She greeted them enthusiastically.

The ceiling of the Great Hall was covered in a pale blue and yellow, the upcoming sun shining golden through the high windows.

“So.” Hermione poured both of you a glass of pumpkin juice. “How was it yesterday?”

“Mhm?” You looked up from your toast.

She sighed as if her question was rather obvious. “The dance lesson with Harry?”

“Oh.” You shrugged. “Normal.”

“So, nothing happened? Nothing you want to tell me?” She asked further.

You eyed her suspiciously, but she kept an innocent face expression.

“It’s not like we could do much besides dancing.”

Lavender beside you snickered and Parvati snorted into her coffee.

“Believe me, there is a lot you could do in that hour besides dancing,” Parvati said.

“God, no! Have you met Harry?” Lavender said bemusedly. “Like he's the type to have secret sex.”

“Still waters run deep,” Parvati replied, a smug grin on her lips. “Don't they, Y/N?”

Hermione crunched her nose at the suggestive tone as you narrowed your eyes at the two girls, shaking your head.

“Yes, keep making fun of my non-existing love life.”

You grabbed the strawberry marmalade, determined to ignore any topic concerning Harry. While you had lain awake last night, you had decided to bury your feelings for him all together and get over it. This would be easier once your dance lessons came to an end and the ball was done.

“Well, it does exist for everyone else,” Lavender interposed.

“And it would exist for you, too, if you would finally do something,” Hermione said, leaning forward.

“What?” You asked. “I mean, yeah, I like him, but he is definitely not into me like that. And I can't force him to be.”

Hermione groaned, and Parvati rummaged through her bag, pulling out a piece of parchment and making some space on the table.

“Okay, let’s see,” She began, “He asked you to teach him to dance. Big step for him, you know that. He always stares at you during Quidditch instead of the Snitch. Wood would've killed him by now. He always sits beside you. He definitely smelled you in Amortentia, regarding how he looked at you during that class. And since then, he looks at you like you’re the only person in the room. He –”

“He does not,” You said, grabbing her wrist to stop her from writing any further.

“Yeah, he does,” Lavender argued. “Look!”

You turned to spot Harry alongside Ron and his sister Ginny coming through the doorway, and for one second, your eyes met. Then Ginny said something, and Harry looked at her, laughing.

You sighed and stuffed the rest of your toast down your throat to get rid of the sour feeling twirling and burning in your stomach.

“Well, Ginny’s pretty funny,” Hermione tried.

“Yeah, she’s funny and pretty and she likes everything he likes.”

“None of that matters because he fell in love with you and not Ginny,” Lavender said, smiling brightly.

“He did not – not what you said.”

“He did! The list doesn’t lie.”

Parvati waved the parchment through the air, and you snatched it out of her hand, drowning it in the pumpkin juice before anyone could read it. Hermione curled her lip as she watched the paper soaking up the orange liquid, sinking to the ground of the jug.

In the same moment, Harry, Ron and Ginny reached your table, and to your surprise, Harry really did sit down beside you, your knees touching shortly while he climbed over the bench. The sudden touch sent sparks through your body and filled you with a comfortable warm which was quickly extinguished by Ginny sitting down next to Harry.

You didn’t want to be jealous.

There was no need to compare yourself to Ginny, you were two completely different people. But hearing her talk about Quidditch to the guys and seeing her flicking her beautiful hair over her slim shoulder made it so obvious how perfect for Harry she was. You couldn’t compete with that, in fact, you didn’t even want to compete with that.

No, you would get over your feelings and maybe ask someone else to spend the next Hogsmeade weekend with you. Those evenings with Harry, those moments too good to be true would stay somewhere deep down in your heart, locked away from the real world.

The weekend left as fast as it had come, and soon enough Harry and you both found yourselves in your day-to-day school life, studying for an upcoming Charms test and writing essays for Snape and McGonagall.

There wasn’t much time to think about each other, yet Harry managed to glance up from his homework a few times to stare at you opposite from him, snuggled into an armchair while flicking through a book. He noticed that you captured your tongue between your lips or mouthed single words to yourself whenever you were so deeply sunken into thoughts that you forgot the many people around you.

The latter found Harry very impressive because he was never that relaxed if more than three people were with him. Your lips on the other hand found Harry... well, much more interesting than his homework was the least to say.

Every day he woke up thinking that today, he would ask you. But whenever he came close to ask, he changed the topic or was distracted by friends and classmates.

Even Ron had given up with his jokes by now, which was a very bad sign and a nonverbal way to say, Man, you fucked up.

–

You had decided to make the last of your dance lessons a memorable one. An hour of pretending, of being close to someone you know you would never be this close to ever again.

Therefore, you had asked your older sister to send some of your favourite records from home, which you were now sorting through in the abandoned classroom. It was ten minutes to eight and you were sipping a butterbeer to cool your nerves. All those times before you had been as calm as ever, but today you were on the edge.

The door opened and you turned to find Harry in the doorway, hair messy as ever.

“Hi,” He said and the corners of his lips jumped up into a lopsided smile.

“Hey. You’re early.”

“Could say the same about you.”

“Yeah, you could,” You mumbled, pushing the needle of the record player down onto the vinyl.

Classic music filled the air and you walked over to Harry to lead him to the middle of the room after he had dropped his back bag to the floor. With the high heels on your feet, you were almost eye to eye, your nose at the height of his lips.

For a wonder, he did not need your instruction to place his hand on your waist and pulled you much closer than usual.

Harry felt his heart beating in his throat. Being this close to you was galvanic, every nerve was burning, and then again, for the first time in two months, he was able to close his eyes and let himself sink in, to melt with the music, to feel the tact pulsating through his whole body. It was what you had tried to teach him all along.

And yet his tongue was tied. He just had to ask. Would you like to go to the ball with me? One simple question. You had told him yourself to not wait until last-minute to ask, and now with every minute, every hour, every day passing it felt more ridiculous. He had known that he wanted to ask you and only you to the ball, but every time he thought about forming the question, his mouth failed him.

Your eyes lay calmly on him, tapping his shoulder in time to the music while secretly trying to remember every little detail of his face: His prominent eyebrows curved over his emerald green eyes, his flushed cheeks and the dimples created by his light smile lying on his lips.

Harry had become, for lack of a better word, quite fantastic at slow dancing. There was confidence in the way he moved through the room and held onto you, mingled with a certain elegance and appreciation of the art he was participating in. A good teacher, he had called you. Well, regarding slow dances, yes.

But there was one other thing he had yet to learn.

“You’re really good, you know that?” You said, and his smile brightened.

“Yeah? Or are you just saying that because it’s my last lesson?” He asked.

“No, I mean it. You know, I wrote my sister last week and she send some of my vinyl discs from home,” You told him as the music slowly faded out and let your hand slip from his shoulder and hand to turn to the record player, not noticing how his fingers lingered a moment longer on your waist.

Harry watched how you sorted through the discs, not able to make use of their names in any way. The only record he had come across before those dance lessons had been one by a singer named Bonnie Tyler, who Aunt Petunia secretly listened to on repeat during the summer when Uncle Vernon went grocery shopping or mowed the lawn.

Harry wasn’t a big fan, which was pretty much the only thing he had in common with his cousin Dudley.

“Here. To dancing and a nice Spring ball.” Harry snapped out of his thoughts. You held out a bottle of butterbeer, which he took and snapped its bottle top off, regarding for a moment to say something along the lines like To you, for teaching me how to dance or To us, but that seemed a bit too much.

Therefore, he went with a simple “Cheers” and touched glasses with you.

While he took a big sip in hopes it would make him braver, you decided on a turquoise and pink coloured disc with a man dancing on the front, the words Footloose in ornate writing covering its front. He couldn’t help but notice the grin you tried to hide, as if knowing something he didn’t.

“What’s that?” He asked, leaning against the table beside you and putting his beer aside.

“That’s what the cool kids dance to.”

You placed the needle onto the record. Drums began to play a fast rhythm, mixed with an electric guitar, and you slipped off your high heels, now only in tights. Harry watched with fearful curiosity how you snapped your fingers in time, bopping your head with closed eyes to internalise the music.

Every movement of your feet, your hips, your shoulders was nonchalant, effortless and... well, simply cool.

“Come on!” You said loudly over the music, waving Harry closer.

“No, no, that’s –” He shook his head, heat flushing his cheeks, and crossed his arms.

“Yes!”

You danced up to him, grabbing him by his hands and pulling him to the middle of the room.

Harry had improvised a lot when it came to fighting evil. His whole trip to the ministry had been decided because of his gut instinct, because he had thought he knew what he was doing. Well, that was probably a bar example. He had made everything worse back then.

But everything he had done to fight off the hundreds of Dementors at the Great Lake, or the creatures in the maze two years ago, or Voldemort at the graveyard, every single thing had been purely and spontaneously improvised.

Now, he wasn’t sure if he was that good at improvising dance moves, but you had other plans.

“Come on, don’t you trust me?” You said as his fingers clenched around your hands, unable to let go, like a man clinging onto a life buoy in the middle of the ocean.

And Harry wanted to say back that of course he trusted you, more than he probably knew himself, but all that came out was a “Yeah” which sounded more like a laugh than an actual word because of the grin stretched across his lips.

“Just dance the way you dance when no one’s watching,” You said.

“I don’t – I don’t do that,” He admitted, feeling how his cheeks burned under the unbelieving look coming from you.

“Okay, then close your eyes and just – just do it. Here, I’ll do it, too!”

You closed your eyes, smiling brightly, and slipped your fingers out of his, twirling on the spot like you usually only did behind closed doors, and clapping your hands in time with the music.

Harry couldn’t rip his gaze off of you, the way your body moved without any shame, your ridiculous head banging while acting like you play the guitar – air guitar, that’s what it was called, he had seen Dudley and his friends doing it, but never with so much... passion?

You were quite passionate about dancing, much more passionate than you were about school or Quidditch, and it fascinated him. How you could let loose, could forget what everyone thought of you, and he wanted to feel it too, wanted to not think that everyone was judging him.

So, Harry closed his eyes, concentrated on the beat of the music and your hands clapping, and then he did what you had been doing: Moving his arms, his legs, his feet, all a bit offbeat, all much less cool than what you did, but it had the effect he had wished for.

He forgot. Forgot about everything going on, everything in the past, everything that would come. It was like the music had deleted Voldemort from his mind. There was only his body and those absurdly freeing dance moves he would have been ashamed off any other time.

But not with you.

“Hey, you’re doing it! You’re doing it, look at you!” You shouted over the music, and Harry ripped his eyes open in the same moment as you grab his hands again. He slowed his legs.

“You said you wouldn’t look,” He said breathlessly, very aware of his fast-beating heart.

But if he was honest, he did not mind that you had seen him. If he could choose any of his friends to watch him dance like this, it would definitely be you.

“I had to, I’m sorry!” You laughed, and the song came to an end. “Oh, I have something even better, you’ll like that!”

You hit him friendly in the chest and rushed over to your pile of vinyl discs, wrapping the Footloose back up and pulling out another one from a white and pink packaging with two people on the front.

Harry would’ve never believed that dance lessons would be more exhausting than Quidditch training, but he had soon been disabused. He took a huge sip from his bottle of butterbeer and watched how you placed the needle on the disc before reaching for your own bottle.

“‘You broke my heart – ‘cause I couldn't dance – you didn’t even want me around!’” You were mouthing along the words the singer was speaking in an overdramatic seriousness, holding your bottle like a microphone. Harry was grinning at you, afraid of what would come next. “‘And now I'm back – to let you know – I can really shake 'em down!’”

The music dropped in, and you shook your hips, hands on your black skirt.

“Now don’t tell me you’ve never heard of Dirty Dancing,” You dared as Harry stayed at his spot, and he shrugged helplessly.

You shook your head at him with a smile on your lips, placed your bottle away and pulled him away from the table until you two were almost as close as in your usual dance lessons.

“Okay, like this.” You grabbed him gently by the waist and pushed him a bit down so his legs were slightly bent. Harry’s heart jumped at the unexpected touch. “Good, yeah, look at what I’m doing.”

Your grip became firmer, circularly moving his hips like you did. His eyes jumped up between your face and your waist, and he tried his best to copy your movements while calming his heart speed down.

“Yes, good! Now, your upper body, look at me – yeah! Good, eyes up,” You reminded him, and he glanced at your face, his cheeks flushed.

“Is that okay?” You asked, stepping closer so your hips almost touch, and he nodded. You took his hand, placed it on your lower back, and wrapped your own arms around his neck, just like Johnny and Baby had done it in the beginning of Dirty Dancing.

“That’s good!” You encouraged him, and he grinned at you, his face bright red. “You know, in the movie, they have another dance with a lift.”

“You’re not gonna make me do that, are you?” He asked.

You shook your head, laughing. “No, definitely not without training and a mattress,” You said, slowing your hip movements. “Maybe after the ball. I mean –”

The words had just slipped out of your mouth without thinking about them before. But Harry smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of his forehead, while I’ve Had The Time Of My Life began to play, and Bill Medley’s voice filled the room.

Harry felt like he was on fire. If you wanted to continue the dance lessons next year it must be because you liked him. In some way, you liked him, and it was very hard for him to concentrate during this dance. And training on a mattress would not make that easier – Stop it, stop it, just answer!

“Yeah, okay,” He said, and your heart jumped up in excitement. You smiled back at him and grabbed his free hand with yours, leading you back into a simple dance routine fitting the music. Harry followed almost effortlessly, only shortly glancing at his feet.

“I’ll have to demand payment if we keep doing this.”

“What kind of payment?”

His hand on your lower back pushed you a bit closer, you were almost chest to chest. Was he... flirting with you?

Whatever it was, it made you speechless, and in a moment of incautiousness, your eyes fell down to his lips. You held your breath for a second as you looked back up into his eyes, slowing your movements. He returned your gaze, but just as you were about to gather all your courage, his eyes shifted to the door of the classroom, his eyebrows drawn together in concentration.

“What?” You asked, turning around.

“Filch,” He said and not far down the hall, you heard the meowing of Mrs. Norris.

Panic flared up inside of you as you saw the clock on the wall: Half past nine.

“Argh, fuck.”

You let go off him and rushed over to the table with the record play on top, shoving your vinyl discs into your schoolbag and collecting your high heels in a hurry.

Outside in the hallway, the scratchy voice of Filch mixed with the clicking of his cat’s claws on the stone tiles. Harry had grabbed his bag from the floor and fished out his Invisibility Cloak. As you turned around, he had reached you and enveloped you two in the cloak, standing almost as close to you as a few seconds ago.

“Have you found someone, Mrs. Norris?” Filch’s voice echoed through the hallway. “Is someone out of bed at night?”

“We have to get out,” You whispered, not very keen on getting detention any time soon.

“If we open the door now, he’ll know someone disguised is there,” Harry answered.

“How often have you snuck out of bed at night?”

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards into a lopsided smile.

“Enough times to know what to do.”

The scratching on the classroom door reminded Harry that, despite the fact that they were invisible, it was still pretty obvious that someone had been in here. Harry flicked his wand at the ceiling light right in time – the candles went out and the two of you were coated in darkness just before Filch pushed the door open and the light from his lantern fell onto the stone floor. You held your breath, hoping he would leave again.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Norris’ red eyes scanned the room and the greyish cat walked up to you as if she could actually see you. Instinctively, you wanted to move backwards, but Harry’s arm wrapped around you, holding you in place. You looked up to him and he slowly shook his head.

Mrs. Norris eyed you for a few more seconds before she suddenly jumped onto the table behind you, walking up to the two almost emptied butterbeer bottles and bumping her head against them.

“Oh no.” Your voice was no more than a whisper. “I didn’t –”

Harry placed his hand over your mouth, forcing you to keep quiet.

“Sorry,” You mumbled.

Filch had turned away from the other side of the room he had inspected and was now walking over to his cat. With his arm around your mid, Harry pulled you two quietly away from the table he was now inspecting. You weren’t entirely sure whether it was the panic of escaping Filch or Harry’s chest pressed against your back, but the butterflies in your stomach were jittery as though they were on drugs, and your heart beat unbelievably fast.

Harry felt your heartbeat. He felt the pulsating blood in your veins on your neck where his arm lay, reaching up to your mouth. You were barely breathing, and he figured it was because he was holding you like he was about to kidnap you.

“Run when we’re in the hallway,” He whispered, eyes steadily watching Filch, and removed his hand from your lips to grab your free hand. You nodded shortly. Fortunately, Filch had left the door open, and in one swift motion, Harry had steered you outside.

Fingers still interlocked with yours, he began to run, you by his side. And despite the fact that you two had almost been caught, despite that you had been interrupted when he had felt most confident, despite the ruined moment, he felt light and free and happy.

You were clutching your shoes, slithering over the cold tiles in your black tights, and Harry, looking at you, almost missed the last step of the stairs leading to the portrait of the Fat Lady. He held onto you as he staggered, and you giggled breathlessly, pulling him back up.

“That – stupid – fucking – cat. Can she see through your cloak?” You asked.

Harry shrugged and ruffled through his messy hair.

“Don’t know. I think, but I’m glad she can’t talk,” He said, and a grin spread over your lips, which he returned.

He caught your eyes, looking at you like before, like there was something he needed to say – the tingling feeling in your core got overwhelmed by heart-racing panic and because of some sour mix of uncertainty and fear, you slipped out from under the Invisibility Cloak, taking a few steps away from Harry.

Not a second later, he emerged as well, fighting to keep the smile on his face like his heart hadn't just sunk so deep he wasn't sure if it was even still connected to his veins.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah!” Your voice was too loud, too squeaky to convince him. “Yeah, I – I'm sorry, it's just been a long week and I'm really tired. I'm gonna – gonna go...”

You gestured to the portrait behind you, avoiding his eyes, and turned to escape the situation.

Harry stared at the spot where you had vanished into the common room, his fingers clenching around the fabric of his cloak before tossing it to the ground. It didn't give the satisfying sound he had wanted to make, so he sent a “Fuck!” after it.

“Young boy, that is not a very appropriate language, now, is it?”

His eyes flew up to the Fat Lady, who had apparently watched with great interest. “Besides, what are you doing that late out of bed? I mean I know it gets later on Fridays for the two of you but it's later than usual today –”

“Chinese Fireball.”

“I just don't know what you are doing during that hour. There are rumours, for sure –”

“I told you the password, now will you open the fucking portrait? Chinese Fireball.”

“Oh, fine.” She let the portrait swing forward. “I'll find out by myself... maybe visit some paintings down on fifth floor...”

Harry ignored the Fat Lady.

He also ignored Ron calling after him from the sofa in front of the fireplace, as well as Hermione's questioning look and all the other people staring at him as he darted through the common room and up the stairs, slamming the door of his dorm shut behind him.

He ignored them because the only person he wanted to be seen with had just left him standing in the hallway and he wasn't even sure why.

The first time you saw each other again was three days later in Potions. You had ignored him on purpose, which you knew was obvious to him: Leaving the Great Hall whenever he stepped inside, sitting as far from him in the common room as possible, avoiding his eyes... that did not leave that much room for speculations.

You didn't want to hurt him, you really didn't, but you couldn't be friends any longer, especially not after last Friday. You weren't even sure what exactly had happened – had he really flirted with you or had that been your imagination? Probably the latter. He had asked someone else the ball after all. Right?

Parvati nudged you with her elbow, and you snapped out of your thoughts, noticing the hole in your parchment created by your quill. The two of you sat in the far back of Professor Slughorn’s class, who was in the middle of telling one of his anecdotes instead of teaching about Veritaserum.

“What’s going on?” She asked in a hushed voice. “You’ve been weird since Friday.”

Lavender, who sat in front of you, turned around. “Is it because of – you know?”

She gestured towards Harry in his usual place diagonally across from you. You sighed, placed your quill aside to rub your hands over your face and shrugged. You had also avoided any questions from your friends about Friday, mostly because you could not even answer them yourself.

“I thought he would ask you,” Lavender whispered while throwing a quick glance at Slughorn to make sure he was still occupied with his story. “Didn’t he?”

“No,” You mouthed. Parvati shook her head.

“Man, you’d think he had grown a set of balls after all. If it turns out he just used you to look good in front of Ginny, I swear to Merlin –”

“Well, that’s what it looks like, I mean, he had enough time to ask you,” Lavender said.

Before you could reply anything, Parvati had grabbed her wand and leaned forward. In the next second, the blue Jobberknoll feathers on Harry’s desk burst into flames with an ear-piercing noise.

Both Harry and Ron jumped up, startled from the sudden explosion, and Hermione let out a little shriek as one of the sparks got caught up in her locks. Snickering came from the Slytherin table, and Crabbe and Goyle were stupidly grinning.

“Was that you? Stupid tosspot, I’ll shove that feather up your –,” Ron swore loudly, fists high and ready to walk over to the Slytherins, who had gotten up as well and were throwing insults through the room.

“Calm down, m’boys, no need to get abusive.”

Slughorn stepped between the two fronts while both Harry and Hermione pulled Ron back down onto his chair. With a wave of Slughorn’s wand, the feathers stopped burning and were as good as new.

“Have you gone mental?” You asked during the turmoil. Parvati shrugged and innocently shoved her wand aside.

“You’re my friend and if he hurt you, he’ll get what he deserves –”

“He didn’t hurt me!” You whispered angrily. “I was the one who panicked, I ran away that evening because I was afraid of what he would say! Not Harry. I left him like the idiot I am even though he – he was super nice and said he wanted to learn more –”

“Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Sorry, Professor, I was just –”

“Talking to Ms. Patil, I noticed. Could you still answer my question?” Slughorn eyed you, and so were all the other students.

“Uh...yes... if you could repeat it? Sir.” You said, and once again snickering echoed through the classroom, the loudest coming from Pansy Parkinson.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Parvati reaching for her wand again, and you quickly pressed her hand down to the table, awkwardly smiling at Slughorn.

“I asked if you could tell me anything about the usage of Veritaserum in court,” He kindly repeated and you straightened your back, ignoring Hermione’s raised hand.

“Well, the potion is strictly banned by the British Ministry of Magic, therefore they don’t use it during interrogations and such, which is also because, like any other potion, it’s not infallible. But I read that in some Asian countries, the accused can choose if they want to take Veritaserum before they give testimony. Unfortunately, in some courts they give the accused failed Veritaserum in order to alter the given testimony fraudulently.”

You had never read about that, you were – ironically – making it up, but Slughorn didn’t seem to notice.

“Very well, that’ll be five points for Gryffindor,” He said. “That reminds me of –”

As Slughorn fell back into his old habit of telling personal stories during class, you sank back into your chair and stared at the chapped top of the desk for the rest of the lesson.

Only the bell ripped Slughorn out of his monologue, and over the rustling of chairs, he told the class to read the next chapter of Advanced Potion Making until Wednesday.

“Courtyard?” You asked Parvati as to where to spend your free lesson.

“Yeah, but I got a question about that graded essay from last week. Just go ahead, I’ll catch up with you,” She answered and made her way to the front. Alongside with Lavender, you were one of the first to leave the Potions classroom.

“I wish I hadn’t picked Arithmancy,” Lavender complained.

“You can sleep longer on Thursdays, remember?” You said as you reached the entrance hall. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, bye.”

Lavender began to climb up the stairs to the third floor, and you walked down the hallway. It was freezing cold outside, but the courtyard was beautiful during every time of the year, especially in the early mornings when the sun melted the iced-up grass and you could share a hot chocolate with your friends on one of the benches.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait!”

You turned to spot none other than Theodore Nott running up to you, his Slytherin scarf loosely around his neck.

“Hi,” He said as he had reached you.

“Uh, hi. Can I help you?” You asked.

“Actually, yeah. I wanted to ask if you have a dance to spare at the Spring ball? I mean, I know you’re going with Potter, I just wanted one dance with someone professional –”

“I’m not going with Harry,” You blurted out. Theodore narrowed his eyebrows.

“What?” He asked, a bemused smile on his lips.

You gulped and shook your head, crossing your arms. “I’m not going with... anyone.”

“Oh. Well, then,” His body relaxed visibly, and he raised his eyebrows, “do you wanna go with me?”

You opened your mouth, an agreement already on the tip of your tongue, but you knew that was just out of desperation and not because you actually wanted to go to the ball with Theodore.

“Hey, you know what, no pressure at all, okay?” He said, placing his hand on your shoulder casually. “I’ll be at the ball anyway, so if you want to dance then, I’m free.”

You nodded. “Thank you, Theodore. I’ll think about it.”

“You can call me Theo. Only if you want to, obviously.”

A grin crept upon your face. “Yeah, I’ll – I’ll think about it.”

Whatever Harry had felt the two days prior, it was nothing compared to the sour feeling circulating in his stomach now, like some dragon-creature spitting fire and tearing at his entrails with sharp claws. Inside of him, everything was clenching and itching, but on the outside, he was numb.

Like his brain had been disconnected from his muscles, wherefore he was only able to stare at Theodore Nott and his stupid, complacent grin and his hand on your shoulder while he asked you to the ball.

This wasn’t fair. How come everyone else but him was able to do it, how come everybody else had managed to find a date, when – to be honest – he had been provided with one of the best initial situations? How come the only thing he was apparently fit for was getting himself into trouble and escaping death every goddamn year? Harry had kind of forgotten about all that was to come, all that Dumbledore had told him, and the memory Slughorn was still tending like dark secret simply because of you.

The worst thing wasn’t that Theodore Nott had just asked you to go to the Spring ball with him. No, the worst thing was that you had agreed.

The only thing that was left for him was to run, which he did now: Up to the Gryffindor tower, tossing his back bag into a corner and grabbing his Firebolt from under the bed, then back down to the Quidditch pitch in record time.

Flying was one of the most freeing activities known to Harry, especially in the cool, fresh morning air with no one else around. High above the frozen grass and the wooden stands, much higher than probably allowed without any teacher near by, Harry paused to watch the sun over the Forbidden Forest.

He wondered if you had ever flown before, if you knew how brilliant it was to hover a thousand feet above the ground, far away from all the problems. Far away from Ron asking what the bloody hell was wrong with him. Far away from Hermione telling him that it was his own fault for waiting so long but that you surely weren’t interested like that in that tosser Theodore (though she would probably word it much more formal).

Time was relative up here, Harry had noticed over the years, so he closed his eyes and shut the world out for a moment. Saturday was still light-years away anyway, so –

“Harry, is that you?”

He almost fell from his broom.

With his heart still beating way to fast and adrenalin pumping though his veins, he turned his broom around to find no one other that Luna standing inside commentary box and waving up to him. Oh well. So much for being alone.

He steered his Firebolt down to the blonde witch and landed beside her.

“What are you doing her, Luna?” He asked as climbed from his broomstick. “Don’t you have classes right now?”

“Oh, yes. But I saw that you are sad so I asked Professor Sprout if I could go because I’m not feeling very well,” She explained and sat down on one of the benches.

“You lied to a professor?”

“Oh, no,” She said, looking at him with her dreamy blue eyes. “I don’t feel well when my friends are sad.”

Harry didn’t know what to reply to that, so he simply sat down next to her. Luna had such a strange, but calm energy, like a pulsating, pink bubble inhibiting her, and if you were lucky, she let you inside this bubble and you could shut the world out for a moment.

“Harry, why are you sad?” Luna asked softly after a while.

“Because... because I like someone who doesn’t like me back,” He said.

Luna placed her hand upon his, and he saw that she had painted her fingernails in every colour of the rainbow. Though that was probably Ginny’s work.

“I think Y/N likes you very much,” She said. Harry scoffed.

“Not the way I like her,” He said. “She just agreed to go to the ball with Nott. I saw it. She looked happy. And when I wanted to ask her last week, she ran away.”

“You know, first I thought you wanted to go to the ball with somebody else,” She said. “I thought maybe you wanted to ask Cho again and wanted to prepare this time. And maybe Y/N thought so, too.”

Harry looked up at the blonde girl.

“She did ask me if I was going to ask Cho,” He said, remembering one of the dance lessons.

“And did you tell her that you actually want to ask her?”

“No,” He admitted, burying his face in his hands. “I panicked... and now it’s too late.”

“No, it’s not. You should still go to the ball, and then you should tell her,” Luna said.

“How? I can’t do it when we’re alone, I certainly can’t do it when there’s a hundred people around,” Harry said miserably.

“Well, then don’t.” Luna shrugged. “If you want her to be with Theodore –”

“I don’t want that,” He interrupted her. “Of course, I don’t.”

“Then go to the ball and tell her. I know you can do that.”

Saturday evening came around faster than you liked it to. Over the last four days, you had noticed Theodore’s eyes on you more than once during the meals or potions class, but it did not cause the tingling feeling in your stomach you would like his looks to cause.

If anything, you felt a pressure to talk to him and to spend time with him because you would go to the ball together. But you did not give in to that pressure and avoided him as much as possible, which led to you often leaving the potions classroom as one of the first.

To be honest, you were much more concentrated on Harry.

Harry who did not sit beside you during meals anymore. Harry who did not look in your direction but rather stared at his plate. Harry who looked like he had just lived through a very miserable week.

And you knew that was because you had left him standing in the hallway last Friday night. Maybe he had figured that you had feelings for him and that was his way of dealing with it: Distancing himself from you.

You wished you had not run. You wished you could’ve stayed in that abandoned classroom forever, your favourite song playing and his arms around you.

–

“What eyeshadow should I use?”

“The darker one.”

“Y/N?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, looking up from where you sat on the floor in your puffy, ankle-long purple-pink dress. Parvati held out her eyeshadow palette, eyebrows raised as she sceptically eyed you. Her black hair was still wrapped around a dozen curlers. Lavender had spent all morning on them.

“Yes, the darker one,” You said. “Brings out your eyes.”

Thankfully, that answer seemed to satisfy her enough to not ask how you were doing. She and Lavender had already asked that over a million times, but you had reassured them that you were totally okay.

Parvati turned back to face the mirror.

“When did you want to meet with Nott?” Lavender asked. She kneeled in front of her trunk, pondering whether she should wear black or silver heels.

“Half past seven,” You mumbled, picking at the tulle of your dress.

Theodore had held you back yesterday after Defence against the Dark Arts to tell you that he would be at the Great Hall at 7:30 and that you were welcome to eat dinner with him and his friends – which included people like Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson; people you usually avoided by all means, people that had laughed at you for tripping over the last step of a stair, for not knowing an answer to one of Snape’s stupid questions, or for simply being Muggleborn.

You had never been less interested in going to a social event. All you wanted to do was lay in bed under your blanket and erase the last week out of your mind.

“Oh, come on, darling, we talked about this.” Lavender came over and squished your cheeks, brushing away a tear. “Today is not the day to sulk about some guy who doesn’t return your feelings. Today is your day, and you’re gonna have fun with us. Don’t let some guy ruin that. Okay?”

You sniffed and nodded, not able to answer because she cupped your cheeks so solidly. Lavender smiled and kissed your forehead.

“That’s right,” She said. “We’re gonna have some dinner and dance a bit and if by then you still feel bad, we can go back to our dorm.”

“And if Harry dares to talk to you, he’s gonna know what’s it feels like to be kicked in the balls with a heel,” Parvati added dryly. You laughed.

The Great Hall was decorated with yellow, pink and purple banners, and the four long house tables had been exchanged with much smaller, round ones scattered where the staff table usually stood, on each of them a vase filled with rosa tulips and white daffodils.

The ceiling did not mirror the night sky outside but a beautiful, orange sunset lighting up the dance floor in the middle. Opposite from the many tables, on the other end of the hall, Slughorn had organised a stage with a cover band. Next to the stage hung a long parchment onto which everyone could write requests.

You spotted your Potions teacher, dressed in a bright green suit, next to Dumbledore, his robes a terrible pink, both of them writing down their song requests.

“A Galleon that Dumbledore is a Spice Girls fan,” Lavender said grinning as she had followed your eyes.

“Bet,” Parvati said, grabbing three drinks from a passing waiter. “Here. Cheers.”

The three of you clinked glasses and took a sip of the red punch – it tasted strongly of various fruits, coconut, and bitter alcohol.

You let your eyes glide further over the hall and the people that sat together in groups around the tables, some of them already eating. Secretly, you were looking for Harry, though you only discovered Ginny in between Luna and Hermione, all of them chatting happily, and a few tables behind them, Theodore.

He waved as he saw you, gesturing to come over. You forced yourself to smile and wave back at him.

“I’ll see you later,” You said, chugging down the rest of your drink.

“Tell us if he’s being an asshole,” Parvati said. “Or really any of them.”

“And have some fun,” Lavender added.

You took one last look at your friends – Parvati in her silk, almond white, slim dress, and Lavender with flowers in her hair, their arms linked together – and swallowed thickly before turning and making your way through the crowd towards Theodore, though you made sure to give the table with Ginny a wide berth.

“Hi, Y/N,” Theodore greeted you, pecking a swift kiss on your left cheek. His eyes, however, were gliding over the room filling with more and more students. “We’ve already ordered some drinks, come on.”

You took a step back after the kiss, blinking quickly, then noticed how the other people around the table were staring at you:

Pansy and Daphne eyed you and your dress dismissively, and Blaise sipped on his wine, eyebrows raised. Only Draco was slumped in his chair and chewed on a gum, not wasting a single glance at you. He looked as uninterested in this Spring Ball as you felt.

An hour ago, you sure as hell wouldn’t have believed to relate to bloody Draco Malfoy.

“Uh, hi. I’m Y/N,” You said, forcing a smile on your face and holding out your hand towards Pansy, as she sat closest to you. “I like your dress. Matches your earrings.”

That compliment seemed to leave a mark. Her judging look softened and she shook your hand.

After introducing yourself to everyone (well, except Draco, who had only shortly nodded at you), you sat down in between Theodore and Blaise, and ordered something to eat.

Pansy and Daphne were huddled together the whole time, giggling and pointing at others, while Draco raised a complaint about every meal on the menu or really any other small inconvenience that had the unfortune to be spotted by him (“I can’t eat that, it has tomatoes in it. Nothing on here is gluten free. I’ll write father first thing in the morning. Pansy, will you shut the fuck up for a second? That’s not even a real band. God, I hate this place.”).

“He’s a whiny bitch most of the time, but his family has a great holiday chalet in France,” Blaise said to you after Draco had shot you an annoyed look for asking if you should ask the band to play a different song. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t be friends with him.”

“I hope you choke on that disgusting wine,” Draco muttered, and you chuckled.

“Sure, darling,” Blaise replied, sharing a look with you. Until now, Blaise had surprisingly talked the most with you, and it turned out he wasn’t half as bad as you had always thought he would be.

Theodore on the other hand had only occasionally asked you how your meal was and how long you had planned to stay. His eyes had not held contact with yours for longer than a second and were still searching for something in the crowd, which was – by the way – having fun on the dance floor while you had not moved in almost an hour.

It wasn’t until a particularly beautiful girl from Ravenclaw strode past your table that Theodore hooked his foot around the leg of your chair to pull you closer and placed his hand on your upper thigh, giving you his full attention for the first time that night.

“Have I told you that you look very pretty tonight?” He asked, his dark eyes meeting yours.

“Er – no,” You said, darting a confused look towards the Ravenclaw girl.

“Well, you do,” Theodore went on and turned your head back to face him by stroking his thumb over your cheek before pressing his lips onto the skin beneath your ear. They felt chapped and not pleasant in any way. You cringed.

“Uh, sorry, but that’s maybe a bit early, don’t you think?” You said, drawing back and shoving his hand from your thigh.

“She’s gone anyway, Theo,” Blaise said. You did not understand.

“Who’s gone?” You asked, looking back and forth between Theodore and the others, who all seemed to know something you didn’t. Pansy giggled.

“Nothing,” Theodore said. His sweet voice had turned bitter, and you felt like that was your fault. He stood up. “I’ll get some more punch.”

The band segued from an upbeat song into a much slower one, and the light of the candles magically dimmed.

“Do you want to dance maybe?” You asked Theodore as a way to make up for your rejection, but he had already pushed past a group of chatting seventh years, not turning around.

You sank back into your chair, picking at the tulle of your dress again. Was it too early to tell Lavender and Parvati that you wanted to go back to your dorm?

“Girl, if I were you, I would get out of here as quickly as possible,” Blaise said. You looked up at him. “He’s not worth it. And he’s not here for you. So don’t waste your energy.”

“But he asked me to the ball,” You said weakly.

“Did he? Or did he just ask for some time with you to make his ex-girlfriend jealous?”

“He – well – he…”

But Blaise looked at you and you knew that he was right, that this was never about you but some other girl. It was always about some other girl.

“Excuse me, I’ll get some fresh air,” You said and made your way through the tables towards the doors.

The last time, everyone had watched him. Now it was Harry’s turn to watch everyone else try their best on the dance floor. He wasn’t sure what was worse; to be laughed at by the others while stepping on Parvati’s feet every other second or to watch not only Hermione and Ron but also Ginny and Luna, as well as Seamus and Dean dancing closely, arms around the other.

They all had no idea what they were doing, Harry could tell, but they were having fun anyway. He had never seen Hermione this happy.

“Oh, flashback.”

Harry looked up. Parvati sat down next to him on the chair that Ron had left over half an hour ago.

“Yeah,” He mumbled, taking another sip of butterbeer, and turned back to the dance floor right in time to see Dean kissing Seamus passionately in the middle of the room.

“And you are not dancing because…?” Parvati asked. Harry crossed his arms.

“If you’re here to make fun of me or to blow up my butterbeer, feel free to fuck off.”

Parvati chuckled. “Sorry about that. But seriously, why are you sitting here miserably after all those dance lessons?”

Harry tried to make out if she was actually serious or if this was her way to revenge herself for the Yule Ball.

“Are you kidding me?” He asked. Parvati narrowed her eyebrows, now visibly puzzled.

“No, I’m genuinely asking –”

“Well, it’s not that fucking easy to slow dance if you have no date, is it,” He said crossly.

Parvati gaped at him, but he was certainly not in the mood for this. It had cost him all his strength to not look for you in the crowd all evening, he did not need reminding of you not liking him back by Parvati.

Before she could say anything else, he placed his butterbeer bottle on the table and darted outside, hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his suit and eyes directed to the floor.

Harry’s feet guided him towards the courtyard. The music played by the band wasn’t as loud out here, and the cold night air was lively in contrary to the sticky, perfumed air inside the Great Hall.

He kicked some of the grass away and walked towards the bench underneath the willow, watching how its branches weighed in the wind and thought how you were probably having as much fun as his friends, or maybe even more, considering Nott was infamous for snogging in various broom closets.

Harry’s stomach turned at the thought of that. He wished he had a time turner to make it right.

The moon stood high on the deep blue night sky, illuminating the courtyard you had unconsciously walked to. Grey clouds had approached, and tiny raindrops were falling to the ground, steadily drumming onto the roofs of Hogwarts.

On your way out of the Great Hall, you had caught a glimpse of Theodore sticking his tongue down the throat of that Ravenclaw girl, but to be honest, it didn’t matter that he was making out with someone else. It would’ve just been nice if you could have had a forewarning.

You thought you were the only single soul wandering about, then spotted a figure sitting on a bench. You were about to turn and search for some other place to wallow in your feelings, when you recognised the messy hair.

Maybe this was the time to make up for running away. Maybe this was the time to be honest.

Harry looked up when he noticed someone coming closer, the tulle of your dress rustling over the wet grass. His heart jumped and he forgot to breathe for a moment.

“Hello,” You said, voice echoing over the empty courtyard. “Can I sit?”

“Of course.”

Harry scooted to the side to make some space for you. You sat down next to him, leaving maybe a hand width between the two of you. The wide branches of the willow guided you from the cold rain.

“You weren’t dancing,” You said, staring at the grass instead of his face.

You would understand if he did not want to talk, if he just walked away. He didn’t owe you an explanation for why he had not asked you to the ball or why was sitting here instead of inside with Ginny or whoever he had asked.

“You weren’t either, were you?” Harry replied. “You and Nott.”

“No, he’s busy with someone else, so… no. Not dancing.”

“Oh.” Harry shuffled. His knee bumped against yours. “Well, he’s an idiot then.”

You smiled, not moving your knee away from his.

“Yeah…but I don’t mind, really.”

“You should,” Harry said, and he meant it. No one should be treated like that. “If anyone should be dancing, it’s you.”

You looked up at him. Harry was already watching you, and it filled you with warmth despite the freezing cold. There wasn’t a single sign of hurt on his face, just a soft curiosity lying in his green eyes.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, “for running away last Friday. I had to sort out some things.”

“What things?” He asked quietly.

“Some…” Your heartbeat sped up. Be honest, you told yourself. “Some feelings.”

“Oh.” Harry tried to figure out what you meant by that, but the way you looked at him made his mind go blank. “You mean you…”

“I really like dancing with you,” You said. Harry felt his heart beating faster than ever against his ribcage. He wondered if you could hear it. “And I wouldn’t have done those lessons with anyone.”

The music from inside the Great Hall was growing louder, overshadowing the rain; someone must’ve opened the doors to let in some fresh air. The band was playing a slower, French song and it stung in your heart. It was one of your favourites.

When you turned back to Harry, he was standing up. For a second you thought he wanted to leave, to go back inside, then –

“May I have this dance?” Harry held out is right hand, and you did not have to think twice if you should take it or not.

He helped you up from the bench and led into the middle of the lawn, the rain still pattering onto the grass and the stone tiles. It smelled strongly of petrichor, and you thought that this was much closer to spring than the decorations in the Great Hall.

Harry’s hand found its place on your back, pulling you closer to him. You placed your hand on his shoulder, tapping his skin with your finger in time to the music out of habit, and met his eyes, reflecting the moon light in them.

Had you ever told him how beautiful he was?

The two of you moved, swaying back and forth. Harry realised that he did not even need to concentrate on the steps, he knew them by heart. The closeness of you took his breath away, the way your fingers held onto his, the way there was little to no room between your torso and his. You were smiling at him, despite the cold and the rain. Harry felt his stomach tingling.

“What’s it called?” Harry asked quietly, not wanting to drown out the music.

“‘Je Te Laisserai Des Mots’. I’ll leave you words,” You translated, having memorised the lyrics in your mind. “I’ll leave you words underneath your door, underneath the singing moon. Near the place where your feet pass by…hidden in the holes of wintertime and when you’re alone for a moment.”

You paused and Harry’s eyes fell to his feet, not able to take your gaze any longer. There were words on the tip of his tongue he did not dare to say – afraid, to ruin the moment. He wanted to stay here forever.

“Eyes up,” You said, placing your hand underneath his chin to lift his head up.

More French words reached your ears; Harry figured they were the same sentence repeated over and over, but even if he had been able to understand French, he wouldn’t have been able to translate them because of your hand still resting under his chin.

“Kiss me whenever you want,” You whispered. “Kiss me whenever you want. Kiss me –”

And then, Harry let go of his fears and kissed you.

After all it still took you by surprise how he loosened his fingers from yours to cup your face, pulling you as close to him as possible, until there was no space in between, noses bumping against each other. Both of your hands slung themselves around his neck, caressing his skin and driving up through messy hair.

His lips matched yours, gliding smoothly over one another, smearing your lip gloss everywhere until all you tasted was strawberries and sweet alcohol. With his chest against yours, Harry was glad to notice your heart beating as fast as his did, though that was also because he really needed to breathe – not that he wanted to, he would have been totally okay with never breaking away from the kiss if it was always going to feel this soft and freeing.

It was you in the end that had to carefully pull his face away from yours, heavily breathing in and out. You brushed his wet hair out of his forehead and let your fingers slide over his temples and cheeks down to his neck.

“That offer,” Harry began breathlessly, tucking a strand of hair he had accidentally drawn from your pinned-up hair behind your ear, “about continuing the dance lessons…that still stands, right?”

Your lips curved upwards into a smile. “Of course.”

“Brilliant,” Harry said, mirroring your smile before leaning down again to close the gap between your lips.

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