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arcanewhoosh · 9 days ago

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Tribulations and Triumphs (Partners in Crime, chapter 7)

This chapter is also posted in AO3 here

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Relevant Tags: Jinx x Reader, Modern AU

After two weeks of radio silence, you and Jinx finally have a chance to talk and hash things out. Meanwhile, the Hex Coil project is given another chance to prove itself.

This was supposed to be a longer chapter but I saw that I was pushing 4k words and I hadn't even started the supposed last scene so there's a section that's alluding to a flashback, but the flashback will be in the next chapter instead, along with the last scene.

Also one of the reasons this took longer is because I had an entirely different scene with Jinx written out. Then about a week ago I randomly realized that the scene didn't feel like it was the sensible route to go with, so I scrapped it and went with the current version. But that also means I might have to write more chapters lol.

In the few seconds between you turning the doorknob and the door itself opening, a flurry of thoughts managed to run through your mind.

Do I apologize first? Will she apologize first? Who's more in the wrong? Wait it's probably me. Dammit. Have I apologized enough? Should I have eased up on the texting maybe?

After all, you spent the better part of the past two weeks being absolutely pathetic chasing after Jinx. You could admit that now, since- mercifully- she was the one who showed up at your door and not the other way around. But now that she was actually at your door, you realize that all those days wanting to talk to her, you hadn't properly thought out what you wanted to say to her--whatever that meant.

Then there was your earlier conversation with Viktor, which spurred the rational, self-respecting part of your brain. The part that told you that Jinx should've discussed the party instead of jumping the gun and surprising you with a room full of people. Some of which you didn't even know.

Why is she here? To talk, obviously. But would she only talk about the party; why she did it? Would she talk your ear off for starting the fight? Would she apologize? You realize quickly that one of the drawbacks of reconnecting with people you haven't spoken with in years, is that you no longer have a solid sense as to what their motives are.

You steel yourself as you open the door, forcing your face to remain impassive.

Flowers are immediately thrust into you face when the door does fully open.

"I'm sorry." Is what greets you from behind the assailing purple flowers.

You blink. "Flowers?"

"… Yeah I don't know either." She shrugs, not out of nonchalance, but from what you can tell, anxiousness, nerves. And just like that, seven words addressed to you, and your resolve is already chipped at the edges.

The both of you stand there for a few moments, Jinx not making a move to enter like she usually does; you not moving aside to let her in. You could count on one hand the number of times Jinx reeled in her usually unfiltered nature. First when you two had met as kids, second when Vi had gotten mad at her for getting paint on her boxing gloves, and third… back during times you'd rather not remember.

"Come on in." You say as you open the door wider and step to the side. She walks in as you mutter a slightly confused thank you for the flowers. She's in the middle of making a comment about Caitlyn once bringing Vi flowers as an apology when she notices the bat resting by the wall. She stops mid-stride and raises an eyebrow at you.

"In my defense, I thought I was gonna get robbed."

Who the hell would knock before robbing someone. You hear her response in your head before she can even say it. That's a lot of snark for someone apologizing, you'd then answer. But she doesn't, and it throws you off just a tiny bit.

"Yeah, that's fair." Another awkward pause as she waits for you to close the door. "I came here to apologize about the party. It was a bad idea." It was a terrible idea. But you don't say that, of course. Instead, you simply nod and wait for her to continue.

“I can see that it made you really uncomfortable and that’s why you reacted that way. I shouldn’t have assumed that a couple of years and you’d be okay to party or whatever, and that’s on me.”

Is she… following an apology format? She couldn’t be. Surely, self-assured, stubborn, prideful, smart Jinx wouldn’t google how to set up an apology. But then again, it was something you were taught in group therapy back in the day. Who’s to say that she wasn’t taught the same things. She does look sincere, though, if not struggling, absolutely out of her element.

“I feel really shitty about it and… I really want to make it up to you, only if you want, no pressure, take your time with it-" She rubs her hands on her face and lets out a grunt before flopping onto your couch. "God, why is this so hard?”

“Apologizing to me is hard?” You quirk an eyebrow.

She straightens immediately. “No, no of course not. It’s…ugh, stupid Caitlyn and her gentle parenting.” She mutters the last part out, clearly annoyed, but you still catch it. If you weren’t trying so hard to remain stoic, you would've laughed.

"What about Caitlyn?"

"Nothing! I'm-" She stands and walks up to you, for a moment you think she's about to seize your hands. A habit she reacquired and often used when she was trying to reassure you that her latest project was totally safe and wouldn't blow up.

It always blew up.

"I'm just… I had this entire plan on how to do this, and I knew what I was supposed to say, and now." You try to ignore the pang of disappointment in your chest when she stops herself from reaching out to you.

"I messed this up, too." She wraps her arms around herself, eyes downcast. You stop yourself from walking over to her and lifting her chin up.

She sighs for a moment, before continuing. "I really do feel bad about what I did, and I feel worse for running off after."

"And not speaking to me for two weeks." You add, your tone snappy but dulled at the edges. "You could've… I don't know, at least let me know you were okay?" Her head snaps up to look at you, a mix of surprise and confusion on her face.

"Why would you need to know if I was okay?" You scoff and throw your hands up. so much for staying impassive.

"Because I care? Because we spent the better half of the past few months with each other than without?" The confession nets the opposite of the response you were hoping for. You half expected her to be upset about your sarcasm, half expected her to look like she understood what you wanted to convey--I am so fucking sorry about what I did too--but instead she... Looks more confused?

"I started a whole fight and put your family in the hospital, and you’re… you’re not even mad?" Now you're confused, too. "I don’t know what’s worse, you apologizing or you shouting at me.”

She opens her mouth to say something, but quickly closes it again. Her eyes leave yours for a few moments, instead settling to a spot a little to your left. A quirk she has when she's trying to think about what she wants to say.

"But... The party--"

"Was something you should've discussed with me first, and not jumped into, yes." You hold your hand up when you see her about to cut in. "But even I can admit I was way out of line with how I reacted. And then I kept trying to contact you like some creep."

Your attempt at a joke flies over her head, and nets you the opposite of your desired response. "I ghosted you for two weeks, and did this whole party thing; why aren't you mad?" Her voice starts to rise at her question, and you find your temper flaring in response.

"Because I recognize that I screwed up, too? Why the hell would you want me to be mad?"

"Cause you're being too fucking nice!"

"Didn't you come here to apologize? Now you're upset that I wanna resolve this? What's wrong with talking this out like adults?"

Even though you don't know Jinx as well as you used too, her tendency to close herself off and blow up at people when she was too anxious to talk thing out is something that has never changed. You know you should be the more mature one, the one who takes the high road, the calm one. Her face scrunches up in anger.

"Oh, excuse me for being childish, oh righteous one!"

Maybe it was the fact that it was three in the morning, maybe it was the fact that her visit caught you off guard, or maybe you do have a right to be angry, to yell, to ask her What were you thinking? I thought you'd know me better than to bring up a bad memory.

"You know what?" You scoff. "I think I am mad about the party. Because what the fuck were you thinking?" The wrong thing to say, really. But now you're angry, and you find that you don't really care what comes out of your mouth.

"Oh here we go. What were you thinking, Jinx? You should've known better, Jinx." She does a mocking impression of your voice "I'm sorry for trying to do something nice for you--"

"You literally could've talked to me about this first!" Your voice cracks a bit as you shout. You never really did well with verbal confrontations. "It's not rocket science."

Jinx, however, is an expert at it. "Well my bad for thinking you got over it in therapy. Didn't you have that in juvie?"

Oh.

That'll do it.

It takes a few seconds for her to register what she had just said. But you, it hits you the moment the words left her mouth. The immediate ringing in your ears, the heat in your arms that starts creeping down to your hands as your breathing becomes ragged.

Her brows unfurrow, and her eyes widen as--what you hope is--immediate regret washes over her face. The I'm sorry, that was too far, I didn't mean it already one her lips. But it's too late now.

It’s amazing--frighteningly amazing really--that the one person who could convince you to talk at fuck all in the morning; who could wear down the guard you set up for yourself without even trying; make you forgive her so easily—and you’ve already forgiven her for the party, honestly—could single-handedly tear your chest open and rip you apart.

But should you really be surprised?

"Get out." You say through gritted teeth. You turn your face when her eyes try to meet yours.

"Wait-"

"Get. Out." You blink away the tears threatening to fall down your face. You are not going to let her see you cry. "Don't fucking speak to me, again." You turn around and walk over to the door, open in, and wait for her to step through. All the while looking at the wall in front of you.

No words are heard through the quiet hallway of your building as Jinx leaves, only the loud slamming of your apartment door.

Despite having an absolutely shitty week, significant progress had been made with the Hex Coil. Firstly, the Council had agreed to reopen the testing site for Hex Tech, after a lengthy discussion on how you absolutely needed the chambers to run more tests and; how high the return on investment would be if you were able to test successfully and release this to the public during a power crisis. Secondly, after having to redo the schematic diagrams for the Hex Coil--and a little help from an anger-infused work fixation--you were able to figure out how not to blow up the entire setup while activating the gemstone. Now, all you needed was another run through with Jayce and Viktor at the testing chamber.

You’re currently wrapped up in drawing a barely comprehensible graph, occasionally looking over to your computer to confirm that the manual computations you were making matched up with the ones on your screen. Viktor and Jayce were looking over at machine diagnostics, making sure nothing would go wrong with all the hardware that was just replaced.

"Okay, so the simulation didn't blow up the computer, so theoretically, the real thing shouldn't blow up either." You say to yourself as you try to give yourself a pep talk, unaware of Viktor raising an eyebrow at your statement.

“I don’t think the computer’s processing capabilities have anything to do with our test running correctly.” You hear him say. You don’t turn around, too engrossed on the graph you were making.

“Well—I mean I made the simulation so…” You trail off, hoping that Viktor drops the topic. The simulation was pretty well made. You should know, you spent the entire week making it.

“Uhuh.” Is the response you get. You feel an unreasonably heavy hand pat you on the shoulder, which could only mean this was Jayce offering support.

“It’ll be fine, we worked out all the kinks from the first test. If something else goes wrong, we’ll fix it again.” Ever the optimistic, Jayce gives your shoulder a squeeze before returning to his monitors, putting on his protective goggles. “So, are we ready to test this, or what?”

Viktor follows suit, giving you a thumbs up before putting on his goggles. “Diagnostics are good, ready when you are.” He says as he turns a key, and you hear the familiar hum signaling the equipment in the testing chamber coming to life.

Oh so suddenly, your nerves are alight. With the time-consuming distraction of having to set up the Hex Coil reaching its ends, you’re suddenly very, very aware of the weight of the project. A million different scenarios of how things can go wrong suddenly flit though your mind, the events of Progress Day—and unfortunately, the events after—at the forefront.

You make your way towards the observation windows, and see the rods around the main and subcoils start to spin. An update that you deemed needed. It would take the load of the entire set up if you did a warm start with the coils, instead of having everything spring to life at the same time.

A knot forms in your stomach, whether from anticipation, or dread, you're not sure. Between the first test just a few weeks ago, and the expectation of results for this test, everything is suddenly starting to feel very real. As if the past week—three—flew by in an indistinguishable blur.

You shake your head, trying to will away the dread creeping up on you.

You’ll be fine. A voice in your head says. A memory, really, an unwelcome one at that.

What if I won’t be?

I’ll catch you, don’t worry about it.

“Sprout?”

You blink.

Jayce. Jayce is calling from behind you.

You quickly shake your head and put on your headphones and goggles, pretending to now hear Viktor’s Are you alright? And opting to stand near the main unit, putting a hand on the glass casing of the lever. You pull down the mic from your headphones—another new addition that made it easier to communicate while the coil was operating.

“Testing chamber clear?” You start.

“Clear!” You wince slightly as Viktor’s loud, staticky voice comes through the headphones.

“You don’t have to shout anymore, Viktor, we have microphones now!” Jayce’s own voice comes through, albeit at a much more reasonable volume.

“Sorry!” Viktor shouts again.

The moment is ridiculous enough that some of the tension leaves your shoulders, and you allow yourself to let out a chuckle.

“Alright, let’s stay focused here.”

“Sorry.” They both say.

“Main coil?”

“Level.”

“Sub coils?”

“Fully operational!”

Now or never.

“Hex Coil test running in three—“You lift the glass panel.

I’ll catch you!

“Two—“

Promise?

“—One.”

You pull the lever. The humming grows louder, clearly audible despite the protection of the headphones. The light from the gemstone seeps into the observation room, flooding it in blue. All three of you whip your heads to the screen showing the chamber. Sparks of electricity already transferring from the main coil to the sub coils.

"Rectifiers?" Your eyes don’t leave the screen as you ask. The rods on the coils look stable, and there aren't any immediately visible red flags. You hear a cackle of static followed by a They're stable! from Jayce.

You make your way to the observation window. Confident in leaving the main panel after installing kill switches in Jayce and Viktor's stations in case anything went awry.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and lean a bit closer to the glass, only now allowing yourself to take in the beauty of the sight before you. The gemstone is glowing a brilliant blue, casting light across the entire testing chamber. Nothing has blown up yet, and Everything is working and We're fine, we're fine, we're fine.

Then you notice the hum start to go quiet, and the glow of the gemstone start to dull. You push your face up to the glass, before taking off your goggles and headphones to turn around.

Jayce is at your station, holding the lever down, and Viktor is standing beside you--When did he get here? --smiling.

"What--"

"The batteries are already full." Jayce says simply, taking off his headphones, and your jaw drops.

"Batteries that were built to power houses for at least a week. Full in no less than three minutes." Viktor puts a hand on your shoulder and gives you a little shake to get you out of your stupor. You, however, are still stunned.

Three minutes, the coil was already running for three minutes?

"It… It worked?" You say it so quietly that Viktor almost doesn’t hear it. He lets out a soft laugh and pats you on the back.

"Yes, yes I think it did. Looks like your simulation was correct." Jayce makes his way over to the both of you, a huge grin on his face.

"We did it, sprout."

You let out a huff, unable to reply with words. You look back at the gemstone; rods still spinning slowly around it.

"We did it." You finally manage.

"Jayce did just say that." The half condescending tone in Viktor's voice completely flies over your head, as you’re already turning around, putting your hands on the former's shoulders and shaking him--violently, he claims--and jumping up and down. You ignore his pleas for you to stop shaking him. You do, however, take it easy on the jumping on account of his leg.

Jayce joins in, and eventually Viktor relents and celebrates with the both of you; all of you exclaiming celebratory remarks. The occasional variations of, Wait till those snob-nosed councilors see this, and, Hey, easy, my wife's a councilor, being thrown around.

Eventually, you all calm down. You, out of choice, the other two, out of necessity. You make sure to point out that they're getting old, and their old bones can't handle jumping around anymore. Viktor comments that he has a valid reason to on account of his leg, then follows up with a comment about Jayce not doing any cardio at all. You take this as an opportunity walk back over to the observation window while the two bicker.

You don't know why you feel the need to check on the Hex Coil again. Given that it's not going to go anywhere since it's literally bolted to the floor. But you grew up in an environment where good events were immediately followed by catastrophic tragedies. So really, was it such a strange thing to have to check on your several-ton project, just in case it suddenly vanished into thin air?

"Two years." You say to yourself, tapping a finger on the glass. "Two years, and we finally did it." The Hex Coil, predictably, says nothing back to you. But that's okay, it's still there and that's what's important.

You don't notice your two mentors approach you, nor do you see the fond smile on Jayce and Viktor's faces. "No, not two. Eight."

You turn back to him, slightly confused. And Jayce's smile grows.

"Everything you've gone through, every obstacle you had to hurdle through." He nods over to the testing chamber. "Led to that. Look how far you've come."

"You did always say you wanted to change the world." Viktor chimes in. "We're incredibly proud of you."

Maybe it's because you had a really, really, really bad week--month, actually. Maybe it's because the other two are getting sentimental. Or maybe, just maybe, a small part of you didn't think that this was achievable; the washed-up troublemaker junkie, coming up with something like this. Someone you yourself didn’t see as worth any time or compassion. Hell, you barely had any reason to keep going back then, but for some reason, these two jerks standing with you saw potential, and decided to take a chance on you.

They let you crash at their place, made sure you kept clean, stayed out of trouble, gave you space to grow and provided guidance, grounded you. Even when you started a fight and made an entire scene, they still worried about you, first. So unflinching, accepting, supportive. You used to think that you were undeserving of that kind of love, but they even beat that--with kindness--out of you.

And now here you were.

Whatever the cause is, you feel the tears prickle, and your lips purse. You look down, and cover your face with your hand, not wanting them to see you cry. You try to take a steadying breath, but it comes out shaky.

"That's so fucking corny." You choke out.

You hear the both of them laugh, before they wrap their arms around you. Your hand is still covering your face, but you're so very obviously crying.

"We love you too, kid."

Thank you, you want to say, you very much try to say, but it comes out gurgled and incoherent because you're now full-on sobbing. They seem to understand this, however, as they respond with a pat on the back and ruffling of your hair.

When you were younger, you used to dream momentous moments like this as some sort of huge fanfare. There would be applause, a coincidentally gathered crowd around you bearing witness to the greatest achievement of your life so far. Your loved ones on the side, crying tears of joy. Congratulations thrown around by important people; bottles of champagne shaken and their contents sprayed at you.

But here, right now, with the two people who have been your family to close to a decade, it's enough, more than enough.

#arcane #arcane netflix #arcane jinx #arcane x reader #jinx x reader #arcane jayce #arcane viktor

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whoreforsplatasha · 5 months ago

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Jealousy (Jinx x Female r)

Part 4

series contains- smut, violence, obscene language

After what seemed like hours of constant struggle I was finally able to get some sleep until... "time to start your training, get your fucking ass up y/n" I grunted while trying to get ahold of my feet; I felt a sharp pain in my lower back, most likely from the uncomfortableness of the mattress I had to endure all night.

I glanced at the short, foggy window that was placed at the very top of the room; not a single ray of sunlight mirrored form the outside. "What time even is it?" I complained. "3:45" my jaw dropped and I felt a bit of anger boil up inside me. "YOU SAID 4! WHAT HAPPENED TO 4?" I shouted as I did some angry hand gestures. "watch your tone. and rule one of being a fighter, always submit before the due date" I stared at her in annoyance and dusted my pants off.

fuck it, she's going down with them too that heartless bitch.

at 'The Last Drop' (the bar previously owned by Vander)

. . .

"ARGH" I wailed as I tumbled to the floor. Sevika pumped more shimmer into her robotic left arm as she readied her next punch. I struggled getting up from my current position, before I could get on my feet she pounced at me grabbing my shirt and tossing me to the wall like trash. "hm" she scoffed. She walked closer to me and provoked "weak"

weak? the taunting voices of my mother echoed through my head. “ you are nothing you will always be nothing until you stop being so god damn weak y/n” she scoffed and muttered, “what a pathetic excuse for a daughter”

With the new found energy burning inside me I gave an unpredictable kick in her stomach causing her to stagger a little giving me enough time to knock her off her feet and pin her to the floor with my fist. I gave her a self praised looked and she nodded her head in approval . "not bad kid, not bad at all" "woohoo! bravo!" I heard a voice say from behind me. I cringed as my mind processed who that annoying but kinda hot voice belonged to.

"What do you want Jinx?" she gave me puppy eyes "What's the matter sugar? I just came to see how my partners doin'" "uh huh" I replied. Sevika got up and was about to leave when I stopped her "woah woah woah where do you think you're going?" "I'm starving I'll bring you back something but I don't have the patience to deal with that brat right now " "So you're just going to leave me with miss crazy pants?" I said while looking over at Jinx; she just smiled and waved at me enthusiastically. "Please don't leave me with her" I begged. "Sorry y/n someone's gotta deal with her and you agreed to be her friend so that's your job now, thanks". " I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE" sevika just shrugged and walked away.

great. you just earned yourself number one on my assassination list

I grudgingly walked back inside to meet a smiley Jinx

oh boy

I put on my best fake smile and sat down beside her. "How's training with SEVIKA" she said Sevika in a princess like voice. "Actually it's pretty nice, she pushes me way beyond my limits but it's actually shaping me into a good fighter" "pft I could've done that a gazzilion and a billion times better than SEVIKA" again saying her name in a princess like voice, obviously mocking her.

i don't think a gazillion is even a real number, but i'm not trying to get slaughtered right now so i'll just keep that to myself

I nodded at her statement and wiped some sweat of my forehead when she blurted out;"what's going on with you and Sevika" she bit her lip nervously looking into my eyes. I almost choked on my own saliva. "ME AND SEVIKA? YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING NOTHING IS GOING ON I DO NOT AND WILL NEVER LIKE HER LIKE THAT! PLUS SHES LIKE WHAT? 40?" I laughed at my own protest and jinx smiled a bit. "So you're single, right sugar?" "uh I mean, well yeah but-" she cut me off my leaning close to my face, her lips inches away from my mine. She touched my bottom lip with her thumb "good"

She leaned back and I silently cursed myself. Did I want her to kiss me? Surely not, I don't even like her like that plus I have Jayce at home. Jinx saw that I was frustrated, "What? Did you want me to continue." I felt myself blush uncontrollably. "N-no why would I want you to" "Soo you don't want me to kiss you" "Well I didn't say that either" i mumbled under my breath. "What was that sugar?" "Nothing" I quickly replied. She smirked at me and got close, even closer than she was before. She looked at my lips and leaned in but didn't kiss me. "Alright then I'll see ya tomorrow sugar." she rerouted her position and gave me a kiss on my cheek instead.

why was i mad? why was i so frustrated. did i really want her to kiss me? maybe i did but i can't let myself get attached, i have to kill her or my mother would never think i'm good enough. i need to do this quick before my feelings get stronger.

(hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! i'll try to update more frequently) also top or bottom jinx

#arcane #jinx arcane #gay #jinx league of legends #jinx smut #league of legends #wlw

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nixwriteschaos · 2 years ago

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I noticed u watch arcane and Bnha perfect I had request

may I request a Bakugou x fem reader where reader based on jinx from arcane has similar abilities as her. Like maybe in past like middle school Bakugou used to bully her badly to point she called her mean rude names a jinx kinda reader felt worthless and had breakdowns kinda similar the episode of arcane since I kinda inspired by that maybe she went missing and later becomes psychotic villain that bakugou made her to be and Bakugou regrets his actions and tries to reason with her but she too far gone I hope this makes sense I kinda love jinx charcter Aslo if ok to add those like inner thought that jinx (has like scribbles idk how to describe it in the show ) has from her trauma like for reader when she those moments due to bakugou tramua her Sorry if this seem too much if unable to do it understand I just hope this makes sense

Jinx!

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: A little victim of Bakugou’s bullying came back for revenge. A sickening revenge.

★☽A/N: I’M SORRY BUT THIS IS SUCH A GOOD REQUEST- LIKE- WOW!! This may be the longest fanfic I have ever done! I just love the concept <33

Contents: Angst - mentions of breakdowns - bullying - harsh words

Y/N’s quirk: Arcanna (Allows the user to create crystal-like balls that can be used to boost the user’s stats, power up weapons (Like guns), and can be used as explosives when crushed.)

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“Yeah Katsuki! Show her what you can do!” A boy encourages as he and another friend watch the blonde blasting explosions at a girl with H/C hair. “Stop! Please!!” The girl begged but the boy wouldn’t stop. “Look at her! Such bad luck.” A boy laughed, “HAHA!! Like a jinx! Hey- Let’s give her a new nickname!” The other said. “Heh, Jinx? I like that nickname.” The blonde smirked, grabbing the girl’s hair to face him. “Your name is Jinx, alright? You have such bad luck, you’re probably the reason why you’re an orphan. I think Jinx fits you well.” The boy smirked, the girl was scared, unable to say anything. “She accepted it so easily! How pathetic!!” The brunette boy laughed, the other joining in beating her up.

Suddenly there was a voice that got the bullies attention, “Hey!! Stop bullying her!” The blonde, Katsuki, turned around to see his childhood “friend” Izuku. “Deku! You want a beating too?” He asked with a grin. “If you don’t stop! I’ll- I’ll tell on you!” The timid boy stuttered. “Tch, c’mon Katsuki.” One of them said, Katsuki scoffed before kicking the girl one more time and walked away with his gang.

The boy quickly ran towards the beaten up girl, asking her if she was okay in a panicked voice. "Do you need to go to the nurse??" He asked but to no response, the girl just looked at the ground with a blank face, as if she accepted her fate. That she was nothing but a jinx.

Everyday for the past middle school years, she has been bullied by Katsuki Bakugou and his gang after they learned that she was an orphan. She was beaten up, called a jinx, always having bad luck following her. Even worse, she started to have mental issues, always being seen talking to herself or having a panicked look in her eyes. She practically accepted her fate, getting bullied and having bad luck following her.

Her orphanage tried to get the treatment she needed but to no avail, she was just.. unable to be fixed. She suddenly began to have breakdowns in class, but no one helped. Everyone simply viewed her as a freak. It was just a matter of time before she was taken out of school. Bakugou and his gang didn't have their little toy anymore and so they started to bully Deku for being quirkless. When the girl started attending the school in their second year, Deku was able to avoid getting bullied. However, by the time she pulled out of school at the start of their third year, Katsuki and his friends had turned their attention to the poor, timid boy.

When the two boys were accepted into U.A, it was a huge turn around for Deku, finally being able to become the hero he always wanted to be! If only she could achieve that with him. Katsuki was only fueled with rage, angered that he was not the only one that was accepted. He had Deku pinned to the wall with an angered look, demanding to know how he got accepted, along the lines of “Did you bribe them?!” But it wasn’t true, Deku had worked hard after receiving One For All and he got in with his own efforts, with the help of All Might.

Weeks have passed since middle school ended. He has been putting in a lot of effort in U.A with his new classmates and making new friends, growing closer every day. He continues to make attempts to get in touch with his middle school friend Y/N L/N, but the orphanage says that she ran away a few months after dropping out of middle school. He tried looking for her but failed. He eventually admitted defeat and gave up trying to find her.

Little did he know, he would be seeing her soon.

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It was the day the students were gonna learn about rescue. They all had to take the bus to the U.S.J because it was farther from the main building. Everyone was already outside with their hero costumes, except Deku who had his gear and his PE uniform instead of his costume. “Hey Deku, aren’t they your gym clothes?” Uraraka asked, walking up to Deku. “Where is your costume?” She asked, pointing at his clothes, “Ah, it got ruined during the battle training, so they’re repairing it for me.” He embarrassingly said.

Everyone was then ordered by Iida to go inside the bus to begin the journey to the U.S.J

By the time they arrived, they were greeted by the pro hero No.13!! The students were in awe of the hero as the hero explained the meaning behind the name of “U.S.J!!” The students were so excited to be learning how to rescue others but villains had other plans..

Suddenly, the lights started electrifying and turning off which made the students look up. And then the fountain water flowed intermittently and a big misty purple portal materialized out of nowhere. Villains had appeared. The students thought it was part of an exercise but Aizawa said otherwise.

As the problems began to increase, a light blue ashy haired man and a joyful looking girl with H/C watched the chaos that had occurred by their arrival. “Hey, Shiggy! Can I maybe play with a certain blonde?~” The girl asked with an excited smile, “Do what you want, you mentally unstable child.” Shigaraki sighed, the girl smiled happily by his approval, “Giri!! Help me out here!” She called out to the misty man, “Of course, Jinx.” The misty bartender nodded before opening one of his portals for her. “Thank you!!” She thanked before skipping inside the portal and arriving in the Ruins Zone.

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A blonde and a red haired boy were fighting off the goons that were sent into the zone with them, easily defeating them all with the blonde calling them all weak and even attacked one of them that were trying to sneak behind him with an explosion, And just as they were gonna go, a portal appeared in front of them, “Another extra! Fine, bring it on!!” He grinned, both of them positioning themselves to attack this anonymous attacker.

A girl with H/L H/C hair with a steampunk themed outfit waltzes right out before the portal closes. The red haired boy dashed towards the enemy and just as he was gonna take a hit, the villain swiftly dodged the attack and pulled out a makeshift gun and shot him with an electric shot. The boy quickly recovered and ran back into action, catching the villain off guard and managing to hold her in place, “Bakugou! Quick, take a hit!” The boy, Kirishima, called out but the boy stayed frozen, taking recognition from the villain’s E/C eyes that were tinted in bright pink.

“Bakugou!!” Kirishima yelled again which took Bakugou out of his frozen state and he quickly got back in action, blasting a powerful explosion towards the red head’s direction, managing to take a hit. Kirishima pounced back, siding with Bakugou as they waited for the villain’s next move. “Haha… I miss that heat! Did ya miss me, Kacchan?~” The H/C girl chuckled, slowly lifting her head up to show her glowing pink E/C eyes.Bakugou’s eyes widened as he finally remembered who she was.

“Y/N..?” He muttered softly, “Y/N? No no, it’s Jinx! Remember? You made me who I am today!” She laughed. “Oi, this must be some sick joke, I thought you wanted to be a hero!” He yelled out, “Heroes wouldn’t want an unstable student to be a hero, All For One helped me see that.” She smiled, creating a small crystal and smashed it onto the ground, “Bakugou, watch out!” Kirishima yelled before a F/C explosion engulfed the 3 people.

When the smoke cleared out, the girl stared at Kirishima who was protecting Bakugou with his body. Y/N looked at this with an angered and distorted look, scribbles were all around her, scribbling everything around her. Voices in her head started to talk, along the lines, “Monster!” “Freak!” “Jinx!!” And there were scribbles all along the boys’ faces. She was engulfed in a feeling of rage and sadness.

The boys finally recovered and looked at the distressed villain. Bakugou quickly blasted towards her, taking the opportunity as she was distracted, oh so he thought.

The girl noticed and quickly blasted her gun towards him, an electric feeling shook his body. “Have you gone weak?! You are so pathetic!” She mocked, walking towards him but a red head blocked her from doing so.

She managed to hold them off in the zone when All Might appeared. By the time All Might defeated the nomu, a portal appeared in front of her. “Oh? I guess it’s my time to go! It was lovely seeing you, Kacchan!” She smiled, walking into the portal before the two students could hit her.

“Until we meet again~”

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celestialfantasiess · 2 years ago

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i'd unfuck you if i could [sirius black x gn!reader] (one shot)

cw: cheating, cursing, slight obsession, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, not taking no for an answer (not attemped non-con or anything like that)

pairing: gn!reader x sirius black

summary: sirius cheated on you and tries to win you back. This is inspired by the song turbulent by waterparks.

wc: 1k

requests: closed <3

reblogs and interactions are appreciated!!

It was almost ironic, almost. After all the warnings you had received about him and how he was. He still managed to surprise you with his actions even though you knew how he was, what he had done to countless other girls before. You weren't even that sad about it I mean how could you when all you felt was just pure anger.

All the girls who came up to you telling them how he cheated on them, oh how naïve you were. The things you said in return were oh so typical. "Oh but he changed, he promised me he wouldn't." "He isn't like that anymore." Some of them laughed in your face, you weren't special he won't change for you. How right they were?

You could remember very well how you had found out. It was a celebratory party after Gryffindor had won a quidditch match. You had been dancing around with the others and helping Lily evade James before he could try to ask her out with another one of his grand gestures.

You had made your way over to were the drinks were, grabbing a cup of firewhiskey, you spotted them in the corner. Your now ex-boyfriend and a random girl making out in the corner. Oh how you had wanted to laugh and laugh you did. Before you knew it your legs had carried you over to them, the cup in your hand was no longer full, it had been emptied out on top of the kissing couple.

They jumped apart as Sirius let out a loud scream. Loud enough to be heard over the music. Few people were looking at what was happening. You remembered how indifferent he had been about it. You just smiled at him and told him it was alright. Grabbing the nearest bottle of firewhiskey you popped the cap of it off and chugged about half of it before putting it down and walking to the nearest guy you could find that seemed remotely interested in you and kissed him on the mouth.

The next morning word of what happened spread around the castle. It was kind of funny to be congratulated by your friends because of a break up with a guy. Funny thing was most people would have been sad after a break up with the Sirius Black, but you were almost like him last night indifferent about it.

The most peculiar thing happened when you were going back to classes with your friends. Before one of your friends could sit down next to you Sirius had made his way on to the seat next to you. "Please y/n it was a mistake, it didn't mean anything." You raised your eyebrows. This had never happened before, it was always the people who got cheated on who begged Sirius to take them back, even if he was the one who had been in the wrong.

Pathetic it was how he was acting when someone didn't chase after him. Is this what happened when someone didn't want the famed Sirius Black? You ignored him through out the entire lesson, giving him the silence treatment. Through out the day he made several attempts to talk to you. You were almost sure he and the marauders were pulling a prank on you. This had never happened before after Sirius had dumped another person because he cheated on them.

It was always them who begged him to come back no matter how much he broke their hearts. But days passed and it still kept on, other people were even starting to notice his strange behavior. It got so bad you would just cast silencio when he even made an attempt to talk you. leaving him to walk back to his friends so they could undo the spell. He even send his friends to talk to you hoping you wouldn't jinx them on sight.

It had worked at first but when you got the gist of what was going on and what they wanted you just started jinxing every marauder that tried to talk to you. It cost you some house points when a teacher saw you do this but that was worth it if it kept your sanity intact.

You were almost convinced that someone had slipped Sirius a love potion that made him fall in love with you or something like that because there was no way that he was doing this because of himself.

But that all led up to now in the middle of the great hall. Not having noticed him sneaking up behind you while you were eating. "Y/N I'm sorry princess, please it didn't mean anything." You heard that oh so familiar voice behind you and as you turned around. Before you could hear anymore of the bullshit that spilled out of his mouth as had happened any time you weren't quick enough with your silencio, you had stood up and snickered at him.

By now people from all houses were watching what would go down between you two. They had all heard about what happened and how Sirius tried to win you back instead of the other way around. "You really don't get it do you?" He looked almost confused as if he didn't notice what you were talking about. Before he could talk you held up your hand to silence him. "Shut up and let me talk."

You were by no means screaming but you were talking loud and clear and by now the great hall had partly quieted down so they could hear what you were saying.

"Sirius I'd unfuck you if I could, so fuck yourself and fuck your feelings. If I could take back the time I wasted on you I would." Grabbing the glass of pumpkin juice behind you dumped it over his head and with that you left the great hall. Leaving him standing there drenched in pumpkin juice while all the students laughed at his misfortune.

After all Sirius Black only wanted the things he couldn't have.

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steezywrites · 1 year ago

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CROWN OF THE MORALLY GREY

Draco X Y/n Snape

Part 7:

It’s taken entirely too long to update this, my apologies. I’ve been chasing around my toddler while adjusting to having a newborn at home too! Hope you enjoy, it’s kinda short.

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Draco hadn't talked to her in days. He wasn't necessarily avoiding her, but he stayed silent, either emptily staring at nothing or looking pissed off. She heard him talking to Blaise, Theo, Crabbe and Goyle,; his usual group, but he'd go silent whenever she entered the room. The other boys had begun to notice and kept asking her what was going on, but she couldn't give them an answer. Usually, if she did something that upset Draco, he was loud about it. He'd seek her out to tell her how wrong she was, sometimes even causing a scene over it. His silence towards her was something unfamiliar, and it was driving her mad.

Y/n had been known to have an angry outburst every now and then, but these past few days it'd gotten worse. Snarky comments and venom had been spit over virtually nothing. Pansy had been too loud one morning, something that Y/n had never cared about before, and she had lashed out. Blaise had reminded her they had double potions with the gryffindors, and she had "let him know" Pansy would never fuck him. Theo had asked how she was doing, and she put a leg locker jinx on him.

Everyone was expecting her to lash out whenever she saw Draco at that point, but she hadn't. She'd stay quiet, staring at him and hoping he would at least fucking look at her. She'd gone over the previous days and couldn't think of anything she could have done to make him so mad at her. Surely Draco didn't care that she injured Potter, but that'd been the same night he had gone silent. She wasn't able to say a word to him at the beginning of the year ceremony, Pansy had taken up all of her hearing capabilities before Dumbledore had dragged her off. They hadn't fought enough during the summer to be it, and Draco had already stated whatever issue he had with her during that time anyway. Everything about him had changed after he said goodbye to his mother but she didn't know how that would effect how he felt about her.

Her dorm looked like a tornado had gone through. All of her books thrown about the room, her pillows flattened by her fist, her trunk had been emptied and turned upside down. Y/n hair was a mess as well, her strands going in all kinds of directions from her hands running through it and tugging in anger. Luckily her dorm mates had taken note of her mood and had stayed away from the dorm, besides Pansy.

"Bloody Hell, Snape. Whatd you do to our room?"

"I didn't touch your things."

"I appreciate that but..."

"Just leave me alone Parkinson."

"No thanks."

"I wasn't asking." Y/n growled, staring at the mirror she kept on the wall beside her bed.

"Neither was I."

Pansy moved to sit on Y/N's bed. After sleeping in the same Dorm as Y/n for years and slowly building a something close to a friendship, she'd gotten quite used to her anger, but the look on Y/N's face was different.

Y/n didn't normally cry when she was mad but now her eyes were red, a bit of mascara smudged beneath them. Pansy had noticed the circles under Y/N's eyes on the train, but they were darker now.

"This is so fucking stupid. I don't even know why he's mad at me." Y/n nearly laughed, her eyes not leaving her reflection.

"He hasn't said anything?"

"Nothing. Normally when he's mad at me, he tells me how I fucked up, but he isn't saying shit. It's been days Pansy." Her voice was returning to something Pansy recognized, pure anger with a laugh laced in.

"It shouldn't bother me so much. It's like I'm having fucking-"

"Withdrawals." Pansy finished. Y/n nodded.

"It's so fucking stupid. He's just a boy. It's just fucking Malfoy. Pathetic fucking Malfoy."

"You know he isn't just a boy."

"That's even more pathetic."

They stayed quiet for a moment. Pansy wasn't sure how to help and Y/n was attempting to calm herself down but it wasn't working. She kept picturing Draco which made her hands shake. Merlin she was so angry. The amount of control Draco had over her was disgusting. She kept glancing at her Soul Ring, where she felt a steady heartbeat. The same heartbeat she'd felt for days, steady. Did he not care? There hadn't been a single time the heartbeat had spiked, if he was angry surely it would. She could I only imagine his ring had been beating rapidly since Dumbledore pulled her into his office, and Draco didn't seem to care.

How could he be effecting her this much? Everything felt hollow until someone spoke or breathed too loud or she was left alone for too long, then she felt as if everything was so small and weak and irritating compared to her. Her anger felt violent and as if it imbued her with some kind of superiority. As destructive as it was, it was a high she hadn't felt before. It made her feel powerful, everything besides her was fragile. Anger and Y/n were childhood friends, and it was slowly becoming a bad influence.

She smiled as she looked in the mirror, eyes and nose red, hair a mess, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

She punched the mirror.

The sting in her knuckles was almost comforting, and she flexed her fingers a few times, eyes narrowing at the ring that still was beating steadily.

Pansy sat in silence. She had flinched when Y/n punched the mirror, but wasn't entirely phased. If anyone was going to loose their shit, it didn't surprise her that it was Y/n.

"You know, there's been a few new additions into my life recently. Questions mostly, and a lot of I don't fully understand." Y/n wiped her nose with the back of her hand, leaving a streak of blood across her face.

"I fucking hate not knowing. But I thought, I thought I didn't have to questions anything to do with Draco." A chuckle resurfaced again.

"I swore my life away, for him. My entire future is fucked, for him. And my father hasn't spoken to me in weeks."

Pansy offered a hand at this point.

"Talk to me about it."

Y/n thought about it for a moment. Pansy should be someone safe to confess to. Pansy never hid the fact that she would be a Deatheater one day. She'd been as cruel to muggleborns in their early years as Draco had. Pansy had calmed the bullying back a bit in the past couple of years, but Y/n knew it still lurked in there. Y/n overheard her whispering about Deatheater boys and even defending them on occasion. Pansy wouldn't judge her, and could even become an allay if Y/n so wished. Despite how angry she was at him, Y/n wouldn't tell Pansy about Draco's involvement. She'd have to spin the truth a little, but Pansy would believe her wholeheartedly. Pansy seemed to see something in Y/n that some didn't, and held her on a pillar. No other girl could get away with spending so much time with Draco without Pansy hexing them like Y/n could. Pansy would even set up girls nights where all they did was giggle about was if Draco was flirting with Y/n or not. Pansy had never done anything harmful to Y/n, if anything she practically begged for them to be best friends.

Y/n looked at Pansy, searching her face and only finding that Pansy was genuine in her offer.

"It's pretty dark, Panz."

"I think I can handle it."

"I have to kill Dumbledore."

"You fucking WHAT?"

Y/n explained as much as she could to Pansy. She'd told her that she had gotten assigned by Voldemort to kill Dumbledore, and that Voldemort had threatened that he'd have Draco killed if she failed. The beginning of which was a lie. She told her Narcissa had heard and was worried so she had made A Unbreakable Vow to Narcissa that she wouldn't fail so Draco would be safe. Another partial lie. Leaving out the part about her father being a double agent, she simply said Severus knew about the Vow and hadn't spoken to her since and that Dumbledore had somehow known about all of it.

Pansy had stayed quiet and listened, her eyes widening sometimes. When Pansy shut up, she could be an awful good listener. Y/n had picked up her room as she talked, making note of the necklace she had previously emptied from her trunk and made sure not to touch it and only it's wrappings as she stashed it underneath everything else. When she had finished talking, Pansy breathed heavily, offered a smile and marched out of the dorm. Y/n followed, curious but ready to hex Pansy if a single word of their conversation slipped out of her mouth.

Pansy had stormed down the stairs and into the common room where Draco was sitting in the chair he always sat, raising his head as Pansy entered and lowered it again when he saw Y/n. Pansy smacked him across the face.

Draco's face contorted between stunned and anger. Y/n ring began to beat quickly.

So Pansy gets a reaction, what a plague of a thought to crawl into Y/N's mind.

"Who the fuck-"

"Stop being a mopey, pathetic git and talk to Y/n." There was demand in Pansy's voice that Y/n hadn't heard before, especially not when addressing Draco.

"It's none of your business, Parkinson." Draco hissed, standing.

"Actually it is. She's my friend and in case you haven't noticed, she's been losing her mind the past few days since you haven't even looked at her. Talk to her."

Y/n simply watched, slightly amused and increasing grateful for Pansy.

"Or what?" Draco scoffed as he folded his arms across his chest, clearing trying to come off as intimidating. Pansy smiled at him.

"I'll ask her to be my girlfriend."

Draco's eyes hardened even more than they already were, glaring down at Pansy.

"As if I care."

"We both know perfectly well you do, Malfoy."

Y/n had remembered all the times Draco had conveniently showed up to scare away any one who showed interest in her, once resulting in a Ravenclaw boy being sent to the hospital wing covered in boils after he had asked Y/n to the Yule Ball. Y/n would have said yes and Draco had known it. Cedric Diggory had avoided her for weeks once after they had gotten Butterbeers together. Y/n wasn't entirely sure why, but she had a theory Draco had been behind it.

Draco looked at Y/n, something he hasn't done since they got off the Hogwarts Express. His eyes were narrow, but Y/n felt her gaze soften. In order to glare at her it meant he was looking at her.

"You're ridiculous Parkinson. Y/n wouldn't say yes to being your girlfriend." His stare returned to Pansy who smiled.

"You never know. After the chat we just had all alone in our dorm, I think she might."

Draco didn't respond and instead walked over to Y/n and roughly grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the common room and into the halls.

He stayed silent, his hand had loosened its grip to a more comfortable pressure as he dragged her through the halls. Y/n hadn't a clue as to where they were going, her eyes too locked into his figure to pay attention. His shoulders were tense, his pace faster than usual and his hair while still styled, was less sleek than usual, the ends of it curling just a bit. The ring on her finger hadn't stopped beating quickly, a feeling she wasn't used to. In the hand he held, she could feel the quick heartbeat that was radiating from the ring he wore. Knowing Draco could feel her heartbeat in this moment would have been embarrassing if she wasn't too focused on him to think.

Draco had pulled her up the astronomy tower and let go of her hand once they had reached the room inside it. It was twilight, the moon was encompassed by a slowly deepening lavender, the lighting outside turned Draco's hair the most delicate purple she'd ever seen. His skin was nearly glowing, he looked angelic again, Her Lucifer. He sighed heavily and clenched his jaw. Y/n was trying to grasp that this wasn't a dream.

If it weren't for the past few days, this could have almost been romantic. The way the setting sun highlighted the edges of the stone walls and turned the sky shades of peach and lavender could put someone in a trance. It was so quiet, far too quiet with the only sound being the muffled voices of students who were heading to dinner.

Draco still wouldn't looked at her.

#y/n x draco #draco imagine #draco angst #draco fanfiction #long fic #fanfiction #y/n #harry potter #writing #severus snape #fanfic #draco malfoy #angst

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x-amount-verbs · 3 years ago

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A Helping Hand - Part 11

[start here] || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12

[silco x f!reader] [2.8k words] [no y/n] [during timeskip] [touch-starved reader] [henchwoman!reader] [rated M] [dom Silco] [unhealthy relationship to pain]

I should also thank @chickenparm and @sweatandwoe for letting me bounce ideas off of them constantly or straight up giving me ideas in conversation to morph into my own so: thank you! 😅 -verbs

Sevika is the one who ends up finding you. At least by the time she does you’ve gotten your shit together— haven’t even shed a single tear, so that’s good. Progress, in a way, compared to your last attack.

Your whole arm is reddened from the cold, though, after maybe ten minutes of running water sliding down your arm, chilling the whole thing and cooling your blood.

Her face is unusually unreadable. Generally, she’s pretty expressive with her surface-level annoyance or smugness or even boredom. The fact that she seems to be none of those things might be a bad sign.

“Wasting water,” she mutters, turning off the tap and grabbing a towel.

When you don’t take it from her, she lets out a long breath as she towels your arm dry. You are painfully aware of a complete lack of contact, the towel always staying a trusty barrier between skin.

You really fucking need a hug.

But at least your breath is even and calm, and you’re functioning. And you can continue functioning without any contact whatsoever. You certainly aren’t about to ask her.

“You ran out?” she asks.

Your eyes feel too dry, a sort of stinging, like they’ve been open too long. Probably have, as you stared at the water and counted your breaths. You make the tiniest shrug with one arm. Not exactly. Kind of. Basically.

“You ran out. On Silco.” The emphasis, along with her purposeful eye contact, chips at your numb exterior.

…Oh.

Oh shit.

“He was talking with Jinx, I didn’t— I felt— out of place,” you manage, hoarsely. Your throat still has that stab of pain that usually precedes tears.

Sevika’s brows furrow, but it doesn’t look like anger. It’s hard to read her expression. Not as sharp as her standard look of irritation, but not soft, either, and not the reluctant amusement of earlier in the afternoon. You’re not sure what it is.

“How long’s it been since you ate?”

“Uh…” You try to calculate. “I dunno. Fifteen? Sixteen hours?”

“Okay so that’s one. What about a shower?”

You’d purposefully avoided it last night, to avoid succumbing to some very bad ideas, thinking you might get one this morning once your blood had cooled— but then the painkillers had happened. Avoiding Sevika’s eyes guiltily, you mumble, “Night before last.”

“Two, then. What about sleep. How much sleep have you gotten?”

You can’t even calculate. “I dunno, left by 2:30, went to sleep by 3:30-4 probably. Woke up in pain, took drugs, passed out. No clue on the timeframe.”

“So maybe you also need a nap.”

You shake your head, confused. “Sorry, what is this about?”

“Feeling human.”

It’s a sad sad thing that the only concept crawling through your mind is your lack of human connection. Human touch.

“Fuck, you’re pathetic,” Sevika observes, pulling a face. You’re not about to argue that, even if it’s insulting. “Yeah, you need like… a day off.”

“I don’t get days off. I have to test.” 5:00 every evening.

The older woman shakes her head. “Your job is literally paper pushing,” she points out flatly. “You don’t have to be here. Silco wants you out of trouble, being productive, but that doesn’t mean you have to be here.”

What? “What does that mean?”

“It means my first month and half without an arm I barely left my bed.”

It’s unexpected honesty, delivered plainly, without preamble or guilt. You aren’t sure how to respond. It sounds about even with where you were in the weeks after the amputation: only leaving for the required meetings with the Doctor, barely eating, mostly sleeping, not bathing nearly enough because you didn’t like rubbing yourself down with a wet cloth and one hand.

“You shouldn’t be locked in your place all day. It’s fucking depressing.”

Why is she telling you this? It feels so personal, even if she isn’t acting like it. She doesn’t have the same stilted gruffness or begrudging attitude she had during your first panic attack. Maybe it simply doesn’t hold the same personal weight.

“That’s a move he got right, at least.”

He— Silco. Right. He’s the one who had you assigned to work at the Drop right away. Was it a choice based on Sevika’s experience? Or his own?

Both.

You can only speculate.

“Look.” Sevika clasps her hand on your shoulder, and the contact steals your breath.

That yearning is back, the craving to throw yourself at someone and cling. Your muscles freeze, keeping you still, avoiding that mortifying prospect.

“Head home. Take a night. Wash yourself off, do your laundry, clean your apartment. Get your life together a bit. Just tell Silco— you realized you forgot to feed your cat or something.”

“I don’t have a cat.”

“Yeah: you didn’t feed it and it died; it’s just a reason to leave, kid.”

“I’m—”

“Same difference.” She doesn’t even let you argue the age point again. A heavy sigh wooshes out of her. “Look, not to put too fine a point on it, but you’re a mess. It’s pretty damn obvious. So go home and get your shit together. Take your meds on a schedule, reorganize, start caring again.”

Your expression is dull. You just aren’t sure you can right now.

Sevika grumbles. “Fuck— okay, then just do three tonight. Eat, shower, sleep. And meds. You can come grovel tomorrow morning.”

Three things. That’s doable.

—

You only got two of the three done. Two and a half, kinda. Showered, and slept. Also, sent your laundry out. And took your meds before sleep.

It was a start, at least.

In the morning your stomach feels hollow, head aching, and the morning painkillers don’t help as much as they should. It’s on the way to work that you realize how every meal you’ve had in the last few days has been at The Last Drop. Frequently, directly ordered by your boss.

The same one who told you to take your medication before work.

The same one who has given you a schedule to keep that forces you to leave your house for a minimum of six hours a day, and be in a building that’s almost always bustling with activity, rarely solitary.

The one who’s personally overseeing your recovery, pushing you through your discomfort and forcing you to use the tool you’re so scared of— the tool that is meant to make your life easier— the tool that he gave you.

Your cheeks burn, gut a roiling mess of feelings you can’t untangle, but a primary one is definitely shame. The simplest thing to blame it on is your own bad behavior. Rushing out of his office, for what? Because he was having a conversation with his surrogate daughter? Because you had to witness the horror of two people hugging? What’s wrong with you?

You woke up early, as Sevika suggested. Actually, you woke up before your alarm, which was a relief, and gave you time to at least attempt to pull yourself together for the day. Wearing one of your new bras with a front clasp that you could watch as you did it up - thank the goddess, no more thin undershirts - and real clothes with actual buttons you had to fasten yourself, is a step up from the simple clothes of the last few days.

Showing a little effort, as a form of apology.

You get in earlier than usual, steel yourself, and head straight for Silco’s office for the suggested groveling.

Not only does your knock garner no response; the door is locked and no security is in the hall. He’s not in, apparently. And here you thought he basically lived here.

After a time pacing in the hall, worrying your thumb in your fist, chewing at your lip, you feel your stomach rumble. Grimacing, you try to ignore it. You’ve had plenty of hunger pains in your life, especially while your parents were sick and money was sparse; this is nothing new. You can handle it. You just need to stick around until—

The click of a door opening down the hall makes your head snap up.

His steps hardly falter when he spots you, even while a subtle scowl weighs on his features as he approaches. His gaze darts past you, to the stairs, to the bar below, as if expecting a guard that isn’t there.

“I wanted to apologize,” you blurt, hand grabbing your prosthetic’s wrist in a vise grip, trying to stay composed. “I shouldn’t have-”

The hellfire eye flashes at you, and that will has you in a metaphorical chokehold, voice snuffed out. He doesn’t seem to mind not hearing your whole apology right away; instead, his focus is on unlocking his office door.

Fucking hells, you feel pathetic. Practically crumpling in on yourself, utterly cowed by just a harsh look. You worry your lip between your teeth until you taste blood, eyes fixed on the ground. A hollow trembling hums under your skin.

Once the door is open, Silco steps back and gestures you through.

Fuck fuck fuck he’s gonna do it. He’s gonna rip it off. You weren’t grateful enough, you’re too erratic, he’ll take the hand back and leave you coming to terms all over again. Your teeth bruise flesh with how hard you’re biting, trying to keep your breath even.

You’re just overreacting. This will be fine.

This will not be fine.

There’s no chair in front of Silco’s desk at the moment. At the back of your mind you wonder if the seat you take every evening is set there by him, or by some underling. Since it isn’t there, you hesitate awkwardly where it normally would be. Everything seems a little unsteady, so you bite harder and hold tighter.

Silco’s steps behind you are slow. Even. Purposeful. Letting you hear each and every one.

“You were apologizing,” he reminds you, voice a low rumble. “Begging my forgiveness, if I’m not mistaken.” There’s a touch of chilly sarcasm to it as he slides to sit on the edge of his desk, nimble fingers drumming against the corner, somehow still lording over you even if you’re not in your usual seated position.

“I’m so sorry.” The words tumble out of you, gaze boring into the ground, but catching motion at the edge of your vision. “I didn’t mean to-”

Everything stops as his thumb brushes your lip.

Legs wobble and you lock your knees to keep still as your eyes zip straight up to his, a magnetic pull you can’t ignore. You can barely breathe. A feather-light touch of contact connects a single digit to your chin, keeping your face steady, but he’s watching his own finger as he thumbs at your lip. The calloused pad of his thumb is eerily soft, tugging your lip down to observe the subtle self-inflicted wound.

He says your name— as if you were somehow supposed to keep talking through this. It takes a great deal of self-control to not whimper. Your face is rapidly turning red. “Why the sudden exit?” he prompts, brushing your lip again.

You can’t think with his hand on you. So you say the first thing that comes to mind, voice ragged. “Had to feed my cat.”

You only realize your gaze has drifted to his mouth when you see his lip twitch in a badly-hidden smirk. “You don’t have a cat,” he murmurs, smugly.

Very hard not to whimper. “I don’t have a cat,” you agree, barely breathing the confession, hyper aware of the way his thumb is smoothing across your lip. Your expression is pleading, but you’re not sure if you’re praying he’ll stop or continue. Whatever it is you want, you want it desperately.

His words are smooth and smoky, in that voice that slithers around your throat. “The truth, if you please.” He hasn’t let go of you. He hasn’t touched you more, either, just the barest hint of contact at your chin and your lip, and it’s driving you absolutely mad.

Closing your eyes to think helps the slightest bit. Maybe. (If you’re kind of lying to yourself.) You feel shame saying it, but it has to be said. “I felt— It felt private. I didn’t want to int-”

His hand cups your cheek, deft fingertips sliding almost into your hair.

Your legs give out.

Mortified, you’re left on your knees in front of his desk, head spinning and face burning. Wide-eyed, you stare at the floor for a hot second, feeling like an absolute idiot. No fucking fair, when your body betrays you like that. You’re breathing heavily, pulse racing from the sudden fall.

There’s a beat of anxiety-drenched silence.

When you finally look up - some part of you maybe, possibly, dreading Silco’s response - you find him staring down that long nose at you, and the look in his eye makes every inch of you shiver. The pale eye is darker than usual, lid low, and you can’t tell if he’s angry or—

The idea flits through your head, too loud, ringing in your ears: he almost looks hungry.

Inevitably your nerve runs out and you drop your gaze to his collar, only to realize his breath is almost as labored as yours, despite how still his body perches. His throat bobs and your gaze flicks up at the minuscule motion as his jaw flexes.

Your own lips part slightly, a tiny breath pressed out of your chest, and you look down again, shaking your head like you can clear the fog that seems to have invaded. A cramp in your side belies the meals you’ve skipped, and you wince. When you look up again, his chin has lifted, gaze cooled, lips thinned. Whatever you thought you saw is gone.

“Something the matter?” The purr has evaporated from his voice, but his tone is still low, still spoken for an audience of one.

You shake your head, looking away, rolling your shoulders and trying to relieve the massive weight of tension stored there. “It’s nothing. I’m sorry.”

“Apologies generally are given when one has done something wrong,” he points out, dryly. After a pause, he adds; “Have you done something wrong?”

That’s a confusing question. Because— no? But also yes. You’re not quite sure what constitutes wrong in this situation. You’re not quite sure what he’s asking about.

—And you’re suddenly very aware that you’re still kneeling before him.

When you look up, his brow is raised expectantly.

“I—” I don’t think so. Your gaping mouth snaps shut. “No.” That feels like an answer. Not sure how accurate it is, though.

Especially based on the way Silco’s head tilts slightly, silently admonishing you.

“Maybe?” you amend, uncertain.

His hand reaches out and you suck in a breath as he makes firmer contact, pressing his thumb to your broken lip pointedly, no longer gentle. “You remember what I told you?”

Something about you being his investment. Something about keeping things in good condition. Something about— “Consequences,” you breathe quietly, lips moving against his thumb. You are painfully aware of your body’s response to him. The way your skin feels taut and tingly, and achingly remembers your pale imitation of his touch.

There’s a moment. Looking up at him, letting him touch you, feeling a growing heat pooling in your belly.

Then, like he’s just been woken up, he breaks eye contact and releases his grip, taking in one long breath as he stands, heading back around to his side of the desk.

Your stomach growls. “Sh-” The air hisses out of you in one quiet moment, like you can tell your body to shut up, pressing a palm to your abdomen as your ears burn. You rush to stand now that he’s given you space to do so, and the sudden change in altitude makes you unsteady, grabbing the edge of his desk for support.

You expect him to admonish you. List your consequences, your fines. Instead, his eye narrows at your pale-knuckled grip on the wood.

“Did you sleep last night?”

“Yes.”

There’s a brief spark in his gaze before it’s extinguished, facade still cool and even-keeled. “Enough?”

That’s an awkward question. You wonder if Sevika informed him of her advice to you. “Yes.” Early to bed and early to rise.

“And eat?”

You hesitate, threatening your stomach to stay quiet, dammit. You can’t answer without lying.

There’s a beleaguered sigh, more melodramatic than entirely necessary. “I do hope you aren’t going to tell me your last meal was our dinner together.”

‘Our dinner together.’ For some reason, your gut does a backflip. “No.” It’s a stubborn answer, defensive.

Silco looks up at you, clearly waiting for you to give a satisfactory response.

The back of your neck itches, and your gaze skirts sideways, adding, in a mumble, “Like seven hours later.”

The short breath is back. The laugh that isn’t a laugh. “A fitting punishment, then,” he muses ruefully.

Okay, you’re a little confused. “To not eat?”

His amusement is clear. “You’ll be eating.” Sounds like a threat. “I think I have just the thing, in fact.”

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gaypirate420 · 3 years ago

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Apologies// Silco

Silco x male!reader.

Pt4 of the gift.

Previous chapter.

Slight nswf at the end, but no smut.

Silco froze, he just looked at you with wide eyes, not knowing what to do for you, Sevika enter after following the path of blood you left.

She gets closer to you and checks your pulse, she looks at Silco, he looks so vulnerable, his hair is messy and his tie is undone.

"We need to wait, I will get him to his room" She said to her boss, Silco got closer to your face.

"Please don't leave me, please" Silco whispered while brushing a lock of hair out of your forehead.

Sevika picked you up and got you into your room, she was as gentle as possible with your body.

The morning came and Silco opens your door, you are there, laying on the bed with a bloody side, he can see your chest filling up with air, you are sleep, you look at peace at least, he sighs and closed the door.

On the night he came again, he was softer opening the door, you were still there, sleep, he sighed and left.

He repeated this for the next three days.

You woke up dizzy, with a headache and a worried Silco at the side of your bed and a more than horrified Jinx behind him.

"Ughhh" You groaned and tried to sit up.

"Are you okay?" Jinx asked softly, you nodded and took a deep breath.

"Jinx leave—" Silco said.

"But—" She pouted.

"Obey" He looked at her, she rolled her eyes and got out of your room.

"Darling" His tone shifted, he kneeled Infront of the bed, you crossed your arms.

"I am deeply ashamed of my actions" You look away, his hand shakes your thigh a little.

You pointed at the door.

"Go away"

"No I will not, please look at me" You did and meet those unmatched eyes, they looked sad and filled with regret.

"Please forgive me" He asks once again.

You furrowed your eyebrows and put your hands on your neck then mimicked throwing someone to the floor.

"I-I know what I did, I didn't meant to hurt you, please forgive me" You looked at him with a deadly look and pointed to the door telling him to leave.

Sevika opens the door.

"Glad you're up" She gives you a tupper with some salad.

"Eat" She order, you grabbed the fork and started eating, her eyes go to Silco, he looked pathetic, hearth broken, sad.

You gestured something to Sevika, just to have a talk.

"Huh you woke up chatty didn't you?" She teased, you giggle, the room fell in silence again and Sevika leaved with the empty tupper.

"Geez, the air is so tense I can cut it" Jinx said behind the door.

"I heard you talk last night (y/n)! Say something else! Oh wait, I'm not here at all!" She said.

"Jinx, don't push him" Silco said, he got up and gave you a last look, you only looked down and ignored him.

"I can't push him but he can—" Sico opens the door to catch Jinx leaning on it and Sevika on the hall, Sevika shamelessly stays there but Jinx runs pretending she wasn't snooping, Silco gets out and closed the door behind him.

"He's mad" Sevika said.

"Indeed" Silco said walking to his office.

"I'll give it a guess, he run away because you did something to him" said Sevika following her boss.

"Indeed"

"Can I know what, sir?" Sevika asks, she is close to Silco, sometimes Silco won't see the mistake until he tells Sevika or Sevika tells him when he is wrong, which is not regulary.

"I thought he was lying to me, I was filled with rage, I didn't gave him an opportunity to explain himself, he tried but I...choke him...and just toss him into the ground with anger" He pours some whiskey on his glass.

"Holyfuck" She said low.

"I tried to apologize but—"

"Did you say sorry?" She asks.

"Excuse me?" Silco looks at her.

"Sir, I know you, and I know how you apologize, so give him time, and then you say you are sorry—" She explained.

"He won't talk to me—" Silco snapped.

"He's gonna, when he is ready he will approach you, sir" Sevika leaved and got downstairs.

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The night came and you were still in your room, nothing hurted, obviously, but you know that you need to heal, Jinx was laying besides you on the bed.

"Say my name, please" She asks you with a smile, you took a deep breath.

"Jinx" You said, you haven't talk in a long long time so it's a little weird to say things.

"Oh oh oh, say another thing! Pleaseeeee"

You shaked your head with a smile.

"Ughhhhh, fine fine, now tell me or write me, why did you leave me?" She asks looking away, you wrote on your notebook.

"I didn't leave you"

"I know, I know, you promised, I know, but- but-" She laughs nervously, sometimes Jinx can't focus so it's useless to show your cards.

"Silco, He....hurt me" You had a strong accent, she looks at you with a little smile, she would make you talk.

"Are you mad at him?" She puts her head on your shoulder.

"Not really, just...shoked"

"Fiuum, I think you have to tell him that" You looked at her.

"He is gonna go craaaazy if you don't do it soon, you know him, he will get all sad and will be worse for everyone" She said, you wrote again.

"You are right"

She leaved the room hours after, you got up and walked to Silco's office.

You knocked on the door and he instructed to come in, he looks at you then goes back to his papers.

"Are you feeling better?" He asks, you nod in agreement and keep getting closer to him, you stop when you were infront of the desk.

He knows what you want.

But he doesn't beg for anyone...well.

He puts the papers aside and looked at you.

"My darling.... I'm sorry, I didn't ment to hurt you, I have....a turbulent past I allowed myself be consume by those events and thought that you were lying to me—" Your eyes got wide, you have the kingpin of Zaun saying sorry, having a sincere apology from him.

"Okay" You whispered.

"I...am not mad, I understand you" You didn't stutter, it surprised you but it made your throat hurt a little bit.

His ears were blessed with your accent, but he doesn't look convinced at all, how can you prove him that you accept his apology? You rounded the desk and get closer to him, your hand gets on top of his.

This was enough for him, that you trust him enough to touch him was the proof.

But you got closer, you sat on his lap then hug him, burying your face on his neck, he froze, he had never been this close to you.

He smelled your hair it smelled...like home, your skin is soft, your touch is delicate, you know that he is not fan of physical contact either, his arms rounded your body with gentleness, he could hear your delicate breathing and the beating of your heart.

You were anxious, you haven't touch someone like this since before you started to work for Finn, which was a long time ago.

You feel Silco's hearth beat, it's very fast.

"Silco" You called him, god, the way you said his name make his hearth beat faster.

"Yes, my dear?" He looks at you, he is a little blushed.

You smiled, he chuckled softly, you gave a better look to his face, he noticed that quickly.

"Hmm" He looks away in shame, his damaged side meets with your hand, cupping his cheek and making him look at you.

"Pretty face" You whispered, your accent coming out a little strong but he loves it.

He hasn't tell you how or why the side of his face is like this.

"Hm, only at your eyes, darling" You didn't break the hug and he hope you didn't want to do it soon, he turned his chair and casually keep looking at his papers.

"You... are not telling me something" You said, you can read him like an open book, not everyone in Zaun can say that.

"Are you comfortable?" Silco said, you looked at him with confusion.

"With all of this, with the touch, with talking- I don't want you to do something that—" He was a little anxious.

"I'm ok... talking...is weird...and gentle touches too...but with you it feels right" You said softly touching his cheek, he meets eyes with you, his hands goes to your back to prevent you from falling.

You giggle a little, he makes you really nervous at times, Silco smirked.

Now your other hand is on his face, he doesn't protest, he melts into your touch.

He is very stressed, not only because of the work but he was worried about you, he closed his eye and sighed.

Silco feels your lips on his.

He gasped but quickly lean on the kiss.

His lips are surprisingly soft and yours are a little rough.

He lets you take control, your hand goes to his shoulder and the other to his jaw, you lean over, his back is thrown on the chair, he whines then you broke the kiss.

You don't know why you did that, but you go to do it again, this one was a little more passionate, his hand goes to your thighs just for support.

"Ugh" He whined, you stroked his hair, then your lips passed to his damaged side, giving gentle kisses.

His breath is out of control and the sudden action left him out of words.

"Sorry—" You said.

"No, no, I liked it" He looks at you.

"I- I love you, Silco" You looked away.

"I love you too, my lovely" His hand grabs your chin and makes you look at him, his hand cupped your cheek.

"I— would you like....to be my boyfriend? Imsorry" You giggle nervously, he chuckled softly.

"I accept, now, my love, let's get something for dinner" He said with a little smile on his face.

"I want... to make dinner for you again!" You said exited.

"Thank you, but you are still injured, you need rest, by that I mean completely, no missions, or training" He said, you groaned.

"Then what am I going to do?" You cleared your throat after that.

"You can stay with me on my office" He said.

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Should you tell him that Finn send those men?, No, you will take care of him.

Should you tell him about the way Sevika found you?.

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m1lkdudss · 3 years ago

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STUCK WITH ME | jinx

PAIRING: jinx x gender neutral! reader

SUMMARY: in which jinx tries to calm down her worrisome partner after returning from a dangerous mission

CONTENT WARNING: N/A!!

“YOU COULD’VE DIED, JINX!” AS COLD WORDS SLIPPED PAST THEIR TEETH ALL JINX COULD DO WAS SIT THERE IN AWE. this lecture that her beloved spat only proved to be ineffective as their menacing words went through one of jinx’s ears and out the other. she wasn’t scared of them, no! it was far too outrageous to be scared of such a cute face. with the bridge of their nose all scrunched up, hair disheveled, and their eyes. Y/N’s eyes made her heart flutter with their fury. they were angry and they were distraught and god she loved it. she didn’t love the fact that that her beloved was sore, no not at all, rather she loved to witness such a professional human being lose their cool. just for her eyes only. what was even better was that it was over her safety— they must’ve loved her a lot, didn’t they? the thought made her want to squeal.

what proved to be jinx’s biggest mistake of the night was her inability to pick up the venom laced within her beloved’s tone. her ears fell deaf to their scolding, selective hearing is what silco liked to call it and Y/N couldn’t agree more. she was too interested in staring at those fiery eyes that, oh so prettily enough started to gleam with some new, never-quite-seen-by-jinx-before emotion. she watched their pupils dilate and gloss over and that was when she noticed something was terribly wrong.

“wha— why are you— you—…?” the blue haired girl sputtered out in bewilderment. she was thrown off balance, for never had she seen her beloved’s tough facade break down before; because of her nonetheless. don’t get jinx wrong, she knew they had a weak spot—everybody did— but finally seeing that made her brain start to panic.

“i’m not crying,” they were crying. gliding smoothly down the apples of Y/N’s cheeks were fat droplets of tears, the kind of tears that were not too easy to hide and, because of that overwhelming fact more tears started to profusely stream down their distraught expression. Y/N balled their fists up over their eyes and lips: a measly attempt at hiding what a mess they had become. it was pathetic wasn’t it? to cry in front of jinx, in front of the girl they were supposed to be strong for, but there they were.

on the contrary: jinx didn’t think that way at all.

“no… please— please… don’t cry…” forming sentences proved to be much more difficult for her now. jinx’s nervous smile fell and her eyes were scarily fixated into space and her ears were ready to listen in on whatever they had to say. she was now too intent on whatever sound could possibly fill the void between them. would they say anything now? could they say anything now? through the tears? please, please, please just say something— yell, scream, cry— just say something.

no word dared to leave their mouth. was it a blessing or a curse to have someone so assure of themselves and their own words, suddenly rendered speechless? jinx didn’t know.

was this what it felt like to have her heart break? a squeezing sensation wrapped around her chest and it suddenly became hard to breath. the oxygen that pumped through her body became scarce, yet she still attempted to keep her composure. this was the first time they needed her to be strong and she was not willing to mess that up.

jinx was determined to not to be such a jinx.

“i’m sorry— i’ll be more careful, just please don’t cry,” her voice wavered as she sauntered over to their side, sliding by and into the small space between her beloved and the desk they were slamming their fists into earlier. jinx closed the gap between them.

Y/N’s cheek pressed against something soft, the fabric of jinx’s black shirt. they warily looked up to meet her gaze and found her having already been looking directly at them. she looked like she had been waiting to meet their gaze too. she looked deep in thought. jinx stood there like that, her shirt damp from tears and posture hunched over to drape over her beloved’s quivering frame. they stopped quivering after a while and then they talked:

“the hell was i thinking?” they started, looking away and pushing away from jinx’s chest. their hand rested on her side still, a desperately soft grip as if they were apologizing to her. “the last thing i should be doing is worrying about you. you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself; you don’t need me checking in on you,” they sighed and their features softened. at that point the tears had dried up, successfully leaving behind a sticky trail that streaked down the sides of their face.

a soft sniffle was heard from above. it was soft but hadn’t gone unnoticed. and Y/N’s eyes widened, their head frantically tilted up to analyze her features, and they were left in awe at what they saw.

by the time Y/N finally looked up the big droplets that collected in the corner of jinx’s eyes finally fell loose. big tears slid down, starting at her lashes and ending at the corners of her lips and with that came a creasing of her brows. “NO! I NEED YOU Y/N!” her cry bounced off the walls. all too suddenly jinx was jumping into their lap, she jumped with so aimlessly fast that she knocked the chair Y/N sat at down and backwards but regardless squeezed them as tight as she could.

“why are you crying now?” Y/N smiled softly, back pressed against the chair that was pressed against the floor now. jinx hovered over top of Y/N, leaning into their touch as they wiped away her stray tears with their thumb. “looking at you crying made me want to cry,” she sniffled and laughed, only smiling when Y/N bursted out into a fit of laughter after her.

they laid there for a good while, smiling and making faces at each other like idiots.

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fanfic-wonderland · 3 years ago

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(Love)Sick - Tom Riddle

Pairing: Slytherin!Female Reader x Tom Riddle

Summary: When Tom Riddle suddenly gets too sick, he has no choice but to let (Y/N) (Y/L/N) take care of him.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1, 130

Tom Riddle was someone who took his health seriously. He took care of himself fairly well, and he did not eat anything that looked more than questionable.

So, why was he unable to simply get out of bed and leave the Hospital Wing?

This was not quite like him; he could most likely count the number of times he had gotten sick, ever, with only one hand. What was worse was that he had no explanation as to how it had happened. He was completely fine the previous day, no one had jinxed him, and he had not exposed himself to anything unusual.

So, why did he his body ache so much? Why was his head throbbing like hell? And why was he shivering when he felt warm all over?

The matron had given him some medicine earlier and told him to stay put and rest for a while, but he had no time for such thing. He would miss all of his classes if he wasted another minute lying around, but the ache in his bones was not allowing him to move an inch. He hated this; it made him feel useless, pathetic.

It made him sick. Or, at least, sicker than he already was.

The sound of the large doors opening shook him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see (Y/N) carefully walking towards him, with a full tray on her hands and a smile on her face. "How's my favorite patient doing today?" She asked, a little too brightly for his liking.

He gave her a look, which was enough answer by itself, and she chuckled. "I made you some chicken soup. The kitchen elves helped out, of course." She placed the tray on the night table. The bowl was steaming, and even Tom had to admit that it looked good, but the glass of pumpkin juice accompanying it was suddenly calling out for his sore throat. Whether it was because she noticed him eyeing it, or simply because she thought it best, she handed it to him, and he took a large gulp after struggling to sit up straight. It almost felt like he was reborn as soon as he drank the liquid. When he was done, he stared blankly at her and arched an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"

"Taking care of you." She answered in an obvious tone.

"Why?"

"Because It's pitiful seeing you this way." She smirked before pressing her palm against his forehead. He almost jumped at the sudden touch. "You have a fever, still."

"I feel fine." He reassured. It failed to convince her when a small coughing fit followed up his words.

She grabbed the bowl with one hand and took a spoonful of soup with the other. "Open up."

"Excuse me?" He scoffed. "I will not."

She got the spoon closer to his lips and he leaned back. "(Y/N), I'm serious, if you don't stop this right now-"

"Oh, stop being so dramatic." She rolled her eyes. "It won't kill you to be dependent for a day or so. Now, open."

Tom looked at her for a moment. He knew her well -too well, in fact-, and he knew that she was not going to give up so easily. So, instead of arguing with her any further, he opened his mouth hesitantly. "Good boy." She teased as the warm liquid met his tongue. He did not seem amused by her mockery, but was very impressed by her cooking skills.

She fed him the soup slowly, and with each spoonful that she offered him, he looked less tense. He hated the fact that she was seeing him this way, when he was usually much more composed. But she did not seem to mind it, nor did she seem to think it was an odd sight. In fact, she was quite content aiding him. She was lucky being the only person that Tom would let get this close to him. "I will miss all of my classes if I don't get out of here." He said after finishing what was left of the soup.

"Is that all you ever think about?" She chuckled as she set the now empty bowl back on the tray. "You're excused, don't worry about it too much. Besides, I can bring you your homework."

He did not say anything else, but watched as she stood up and dusted off her robes. "Anyway, I better get going now. You stay here and rest, okay? If you feel worse just tell the matron, or if you don't want to then-"

Before she could walk away, he grabbed her wrist with the little strength he had left. She looked at his hand, taken aback by the sudden action. "It's only eight." He pointed out.

She glanced at the clock on the wall before her eyes moved back to him. "Yes, and?"

"There's still an hour left before class starts."

She examined his face carefully. "And you want me to-"

"Stay, yes." He said quietly.

Seeing him sick was not odd for (Y/N); him asking her to stay with him, on the other hand, was very odd.

Yes, she and Tom had spent time together before, but he would never ask her to stay longer, or at least not directly. If it did happen, which was rare, it would always be in very subtle ways that took (Y/N) way too long to decipher. She assumed that it was the sickness beginning to take a toll on him, and even if she wanted to, she could not say no to him. Especially when his eyes looked so tired.

The bed was not big, but Tom scooted over so that (Y/N) could lay down next to him. Surprisingly enough, both of them were quite comfortable in the limited space they had. Tom's warmth embraced her immediately, but to him her touch was almost freezing cold. He did not mind it, though.

It did not take long for his head to drop on her shoulder. She looked down at him and saw that his eyes were closed, but he was not asleep, yet. She figured it would not take long for him to drift away, though, in his condition it was hard not to.

She began to run her fingers through his neat curls, and he let out a quiet sigh. A smile subconsciously crept its way onto her lips; she was fascinated by him. Tom was usually so serious and proper, and although he was naturally charming, he was also very adorable in this state.

If it were for her, she would have stayed in that bed with him, sleeping for hours and not even caring about the amount of school work that was to come.

#fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #harry potter scenarios #tom riddle #tom riddle fluff #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle scenarios #tom riddle imagine #tom marvolo riddle #lord voldemort

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amastarxoxo · 29 days ago

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Arguments with various characters

S1! jinx , S2! vi , S2! caitlyn , and ekko x fem! reader

arguing , mention of having a crush ( vi ) , hurt/no comfort , cursing , mentions of marriage ( caitlyn ) , drinking ( vi ) , mention of reader working in the brothel ( not prostitute ( vi ) ) , suspected cheating ( caitlyn ) , injured reader ( ekko )

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love is my curse ( part 2 )

JINX

arguments with her are usually light and can easily be dismissed or solved quickly but this is very different. silco has been pressuring her as of late about her weapon for the hex gemstone; which has been stressing her out and getting more irritated by everything little thing. “jinx baby?” you spoke softly, trying to not make her anymore irritated. “yes toots?” she frantically looking back and forth at her parts and blueprints for her fishbones, “are you doing okay? do you eat?”

she shrugged her shoulders, continuing to screw the screws in. you silently gulped and walked closer to her. “listen baby…can you take a break or something? i don’t remember the last time you slept or even eat and—” “shut up.” you immediately looked her way like you misheard her. “i-im sorry what..?” she kissed her teeth, “ i said shut up! all you ever do is nag and nag around me! do ever shut up? i’m trying to work so i can hurry up and finish this project, but no you just can’t seem to leave me alone while you’re—” she stops mid sentence, looking to see where you were last standing, “y/n?” she asked to absolutely nothing. she rolled her eyes, not bothering to think about you anymore, too focused on the hexgem project.

walking through the streets of Zaun, tears blurring your vision as you do your best to wipe them away but if anything you made your mind clear as day in Piltover; she doesn’t need you there anymore. continuing to walk through the lanes until you reached your home.

pitfights. you hate no—loath them. so imagine your reaction to hearing that your crush becamea pitfighter after that massive fall out with the stupid top side girl. you watched as a friend of hers drag her up the stairs then she starts pushing him off and telling him to fuck off. you watch as the friend just walked away; already tired of her bullshit.

you breathe, mentally preparing yourself and your lecture of what you want to say as you head up the stairs slowly until you reached the door. out of curiosity, you reached for the doorknob, and its unlocked. ‘of course this idiot wouldn’t lock the door.’ you thought, twisting it and slowly pushing the door, seeing vi collapsed on the bed but still awake. you clear your throat loudly, catching her attention as you stand close to the now closed door. “vi.” your voice cautious but fed up. watching her destroy herself over a top side is so pathetic, even jinx powder would laugh in her face. vi groaned tiredly, “can’t seem to catch a fucking break anymore.”

“fuck a break! what do you think you’re doing?!” you wave your hand around, as you often talk with your hands. “what the hell are you talking about…!?” vi retorted back. “look around you vi, and your hair! your outfit! you’re a damn pitfighter.” you pointed at everything you mentioned, “why?! is it because of that fall out you had with that stupid top side girl..?!” vi abruptly gets up and stands in front of you. the smell of strong beer and whiskey clog your nose, in her breath, her clothes, everywhere, “don’t you dare bring her up.” you scoffed, “why not? she treats you like shit but now you’re a floor licking puppy for her..?” you stare at her, raised eyebrow, “at least she was better than you in many ways than one.” “excuse me?” “get the fuck out y/n. go back to being a fucking prostitute or something.” “i’m not a prosti—” she punched the wall next to your head, you flinch, hard. “out.” her voice threatening. your hands and feet quickly move as you open the door and fumble out of the apartment was vi was was.

CAITLYN

a lot has happened in a short amount of time, well, caitlyn proposed to you, then jinx blew up the council and killed her mother, then your fiancée became a damn Dictator and has been worked and training nonstop with Ambessa, and you’re starting to worry. she has been looking burned out a lot more and tired to even notice you sitting next to her on her desk as she stresses over paperwork.

“dear?” you twirled your finger around her loose hair. she jumps a bit, snapping out her thoughts and looking up to see her fiancée, you, “sorry darling, do you need something?” she fidgets with her pen and fingers, you smile at her weakly, “your dinner is cold.” you point to the cold dinner plate, nothing eaten on the side table next to her. caitlyn sighs heavily. “right, i apologize my dear, ill…make sure to eat.” “this is the fourth time dear. you can’t be a commander with zero energy.” you cross your arms over your chest, “i know know i’m just” “i’m starting to think ambessa was a bad idea again. i worried about all this pressure and process. like especially after your mother died, this isn’t good..” caitlyn’s fist banged against the desk, stopping you mid sentence.

“i don’t need your pity or concerns right now.” you stare at her, confused. “what are you talking about right now dear?” “i’m saying you talk too damn much.” she stood up, the chair scratches against the floor and walks away from the desk, “where are you going?” you asked while sliding off the desk, “out. i need some fresh air.” you tilt your head to the side and keep your arms crossed, “fresh air? or maddie?” the blued hair commander stopped dead in her tracks, “what…what did you just say?” you scoffed, as you walked past her, bumping her shoulder. you open the door, revealing maddie with paper works in her hands, “i’ll take my leave.”

EKKO

patrolling the area around the safe area, but your mind consumed with the thoughts of your boyfriend, he’s starting to overworking again. and that’s pissing you off. months of you guys dating and he still doesn’t get the memo. you sat on top of the tunnel entrance towards the hideout. staring up at the stars, wishing ekko was here with you.

suddenly, you feel a long cold metal jabbed into your side. you immediately clutch it to stop it from entering further until the culprit kicked you in the back, causing you to roll off the top and your body thudding against the cold concrete then you saw black. you wake up, the knife removed and you’re wrapped in bandages around your stomach and your arm is in a cast. your eyes adjust to the light shining down upon you, you wince as a headache rises and you hear muffled sounds of someone screaming your name. once your mind finally adjusts to everything, you hear ekko,

“hey hey hey! firebug! what happened?” his hands placing everywhere patting you down. you wince again, “ekko…that hurts..” you fully open your eyes. “what happened? why did someone find you outside of the base, bleeding out?” he raised his voice, not scary but scared. “i…i was patrolling around the entrance and—” “patrolling? didn’t i say you’re not allowed to patrol unless i’m there?” his voice switch to low. “i can take care of myself ekko.” he gritted his teeth, “well clearly you can not! look at you now! you don’t ever listen huh?” he started pacing back and forth, “it’s like you’re deaf or something, i said no! and you do the entire fucking opposite!” he grabs his mask and hoverboard, stops to say something but rejected that idea and just left.

ekko was so hard to do ngl cause what has he done for to cause an argument🧍‍♀️and you notice how short-ish jinx is? yea cause i can never actually be mad at jinx.

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years ago

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princesse de mort | part 2.

Summary: Y/N Riddle. Not much more has to be said. Life at Hogwarts when your dad is Lord Voldemort is an interesting experience. And four particular people at school make it even more interesting.

Warnings for the Series: This whole story is angsty, hurt/comfort, smut, will end in fluff but goes through all the other stuff first. this is like a mild dark fic? just shy of being dark?

Pairing: Marauders x black!reader, eventual Remus Lupin x black!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

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Missy seemed to like the broom closet of a bedroom. You scratched between her ears and hung up your cardigan on the little jacket hooks near the door. It was safe to go outside. Most people were choosing to eat at Hogsmeade and younger kids only gossiped about you but weren’t really bold enough to jinx you without feeling properly provoked. You took up your seat at the end of the table once again and just enjoyed the quiet you were having. Moments like this were your favorite. They made you think of summer when the castle was almost completely empty, even Dumbledore didn’t stay around all the time. It was the most peaceful time of year for you.

It was the weekend. You didn’t want to stay cramped in your room and you were sick of studying like you did every other day. You took Missy, a tiny bag, and headed up to the Astronomy Tower. You had saved up your sickles from a paycheck two months ago to restock your little stash of nail polish. Missy walked around for a bit before settling next to you as you carefully painted your fingers and toes. You hummed a nonsensical tune as you did. Hogwarts didn’t have anything in the rules about nail polish so you were surprised that more students didn’t do it. Twenty pretty pink nails later, you casted a charm to dry them immediately and slipped your socks and shoes back on.

“Accio blanket.”

You sat by the window and laid the blanket over you. Missy curled up in your lap. You stroked her fur, gently lulling her to sleep, and just stared outside at the castle grounds. You stayed near the window until the sun set before folding your blanket and getting up for dinner.

The Marauders spotted you as you quietly walked in holding a blanket and your cat. They weren’t going to mess with you, having had their fill earlier. But they did stare as they watched you grab some finger food from the serving tray closest to the door and then make a quick exit. Peter snorted.

“It’s a bit pathetic, isn’t it?”

Remus mumbled an agreement through a mouthful of food. You ate in your room, splitting some with Missy. Noise sounded in the common room and you decided to wait until it disappeared before going to the showers to clean up and get dressed. That was the one shitty part about being in a new room. Dorms had bathrooms in them. Prefects’ rooms and the few other single rooms had to use the common room bathrooms— and prefects got the special bathroom on the fifth floor. You quickly got ready for bed and stayed up reading a fiction book until you were tired enough to go to bed.

Sunday was your reprieve. Everyone had to take a break from messing with you at some point. You grabbed your books and headed to the library. You sat at an empty table and laid out all your supplies. Two essays and then you were good on all your homework. You didn’t look up as the seats around you filled up, figuring that it was the Slytherin posse. Your quill scribbled away as you switched between looking at your parchment and looking at your textbook. Being impatient, you blew on the ink to dry it. The first parchment rolled up so you could start the second.

“Is this the Charms homework from Thursday?”

You looked up, cursing yourself for not paying attention. Peter was holding your work in his hands. You just sat there and waited, putting up a fight would probably make him try to burn it. He read it over.

“What’s so good that you get top marks?”

“Hand it over, Wormtail.” Remus stuck out his hand.

He and Sirius read your essay. You decided to start the second one and just waited to see the fate of the first essay. You weren’t sure what they were looking for— probably copying it for their own— but at least you didn’t hear any noises that sounded like paper tearing or any smells of smoke. Once again, you blew on the ink to dry it. James barely gave it time to dry before snatching it off the table.

“Guys, please.”

“A little snog’ll get it right back to you, Little Dark One.”

“I thought you agreed not to—”

“Call you a Death Eater. Nothing in the rules about the other nicknames. We’re holding up our end of the bargain, haven’t called you a Death Eater to your face or behind your back. We’re men of our word, you know.”

You packed up all your stuff. “You can have the homework, I’ll just do it again.”

“Aww, Princess, don’t be like that.”

You didn’t stick around to see what they did with the parchment. You needed to go to the owlery anyway and see if there was a letter. You hadn’t responded to your father after the last two which meant you should respond to this one. As expected, there was the letter. You read it over. It wasn’t very different from the last one. He hoped you passed your last homework assignment and were studying hard for your O.W.L.s, he’d send you something for Valentine’s Day to keep up with the tradition that your mother started before she wound up dead from a duel, and the marriage list at the bottom was updated. You frowned at seeing Lucius Malfoy now at the top. It must be because of the rally he’s planning on having.

Your father really liked Lucius. He was pureblood, rich, and just as arrogant. He liked how Lucius didn’t hesitate to hex someone in your first year of schooling if they tried to mess with you. You hated that the eleven year old you did used to cling to Lucius when you didn’t know if you could handle everybody’s jeering and taunts. He probably told that story and it got back to your father. You would have to correct that right away in the next letter that Lucius shouldn’t be at the top of his list. You wanted to put that there should be no list. Two names that frustrated you to no end were also back—

“So, it’s little Reggie you want to kiss. That why you won’t snog me?” Sirius had snatched the letter out of your hand.

You hadn’t even heard them coming because of how loud the owlery could be. Peter pointed at the letter.

“Your names right there too, Padfoot.”

He smirked. “Then we should only start seeing each other, won’t that make dear Daddy happy?”

“I want my letter back.”

They laughed when you tried to snatch it back, Sirius quickly pulling it out of your reach.

“What did I ask for in the library?”

“Give me my things back.”

“Well, you said we could have the homework.”

James sighed. “Merlin, Pads just kiss her already, she’s boring today and I’ve got quidditch practice.”

Sirius’ hand went to the back of your neck. “Don’t worry, won’t snog until you let me.”

“I get my stuff back?”

“You get your letter back.”

“My homework.”

“You already bargained it away.”

“Can I make another one?”

Sirius shared grins with the other boys. “Who’s willing to sit this one out?”

“I will, wasn’t a fan of her chapstick anyway,” Peter said.

Sirius looked at you. “Does that seem fair?”

Nothing about this was fair. Snog them or don’t get your stuff back. Sure, they might’ve just given up their stuff but you worked hard on your homework. You didn’t want to kiss even three of them though— not when it was snogging. Technically, you didn’t need your letter to write back to your father.

“I just want my homework,” you mumbled.

“No letter?”

You shook your head.

“Alright, boys, another one of you is out.”

Remus looked at you. “Are you still wearing the chapstick from yesterday, the orange one?”

You nodded.

“Prongs can have it.”

Sirius looked back at you. “That it?”

“Yes.”

He closed the gap as soon as you said that. You had never snogged anyone before. You didn’t want to admit it but the Marauders were your first kiss of any kind— although everyone thinks you’re dating one of the Death Eater posse in secret. It was pretty evident to Sirius that you had no clue what you were doing. He laughed into your mouth and pulled away. It almost felt like whiplash when James immediately replaced his friend. Both of them kissed the same, rough and with a lot of tongue. James pulled away.

“Here, Princess.” He handed you your homework.

You purposely shouldered him as you walked past— he wasn’t even phased at all. You immediately deposited your homework in your room because you weren’t taking any more chances with it. You quickly penned your father a letter telling him about your new cat and your classes. You only left to return to the owlery when you knew that James started quidditch practice because all of them would most likely be there.

The four boys caught you looking at their table Monday morning. Normally they messed with you by this time of day. They had made sure of that. Monday morning, every morning since second year was their spot for taunting. Lily and Marlene scoffed when you squinted your eyes.

“Do you want something, Riddle?” Marlene yelled.

Your head immediately ducked down as snickers started from around the room. You kept eating your breakfast as you felt someone make your curls stand on end. This was fine. If that’s all they wanted to do today then you could care less. Breakfast actually finished without any more disturbances. Instead of you bringing you comfort, it only made you more suspicious. Your suspicions were confirmed when Remus took your bag after you took out your supplies for Transfiguration.

“I think you know the proper way to pay up.”

“I’m not snogging you.”

“Then I’m keeping the bag.”

“Fine.”

Remus chuckled and walked back to his desk. You had to carry your books to your next class, waiting until your free period to go back to your room and turn a headscarf into a sack to carry everything. Remus switched out his own school bag for yours, wearing it like a prize. He didn’t ask for another snog and you didn’t ask for your bag back.

It became a new, twisted game with the Marauders and you were just grateful they didn’t seem to let anyone else in on it. Before they tormented you, you had a choice. Give them a kiss or a snog depending on the situation and they’d leave you alone. If you didn’t, they’d continue what they were going to do in the first place.

You kissed Peter to get your shoes back, refused to kiss him a second time for your little muggle pocket-sized book. Remus got two snoggings to not throw you in the Black Lake. Sirius jinxed you early on a Thursday because you had Astronomy the night before and weren’t going to snog him to get out of it. James didn’t get a snog when he wanted to douse you in water but did get a kiss so you could have your ink pot back to finish an essay. When Valentine’s Day rolled around, Remus gave you your bag back… for two kisses but said one could be on the cheek.

“Do we all get a kiss, Princess?” James asked.

You took your bag back from Remus, stuffing the gifts that the Death Eater posse had given you earlier in it, and went to get your package from your father. You turned when you were on the top step, not even surprised they were behind you.

“What do you want so I can keep my parcel?”

James looked at his watch. “You three have fun, Lily’s going to Hogsmeade with Marlene now. Got to ask her out again. See you later.”

They said ‘bye, Prongs’ before returning to you. Sirius ran a hand through his hair.

“Are you going to hurry up or am I going to be late for my date too?”

You sighed and went to Peter first. He was closer in height to you compared to the other two and liked to kiss the longest because he didn’t have to crane down or force you to tiptoe. He also liked to hold your waist and you hated that. Sirius always held the back of your neck but he made it quick, caring more about shoving his tongue down your throat and then being done. He left after wiping his mouth.

You rolled your eyes, feeling bad for whoever had that poor date with him. He probably wouldn’t snog them anyway though. That was Sirius’ style. Lots of dates, not a lot of snogging, almost no shagging. Leave everyone wanting more of him. Remus was the tallest out of all them and you hated it because you were doing most of the work. It always resulted in him cupping your face to help you stay on your tiptoes as he kissed you the roughest— James might have arguably been rougher. Remus let you go.

You got the parcel and walked past the two Marauders that were left. You went to the library and checked out a romance book before going to your room. They were some of your favorites to read. Romance and found families. Sometimes you wanted to roll your eyes at yourself because it was sort of sadistic to keep reading about what you were never going to get. You rummaged through your now-returned bag to see what you were given.

Regulus, Bellatrix, and Narcissa all chipped in for fancy chocolates. The Carrows got you a small pad of parchment that was covered in hearts. Others got you cards. You opened the parcel to see another stuffed bear, some chocolates, and nail polish. There was also a bracelet but the moment you saw it was from Lucius, you tossed it in the pile of things to give to the second-hand shop. You read in your room until it was time for the feast. You wouldn’t necessarily go but holiday food tended to be the most delicious so you would suffer through all the loving couples eating if that meant you got nice food.

The book, chocolates, and nail polish all came with you. Dinner was calm for the first half. You charmed your book to stay upright and flip when you were finished reading a page. It gave you the chance to eat dinner and then move on to eating your chocolates and painting your nails. They were all painted pink except for one on each hand that was red. You switched to smaller brushes so you could paint heart details. You gasped when the nail polish bottle was tipped over, panicking when your book started to float away as well.

“Scourgify,” James said as Remus grabbed your book and shoved it down on the table.

You looked between the two of them, leaning away. Remus bent down by your ear.

“We told you we keep our word, snog for your little parcel, no one’s taking it from you… I was expecting black polish.”

James looked down. “You were wrong, Moony. She likes the hearts on her nails, not her knickers.”

They laughed as you went wide-eyed and felt your face heat up. You didn’t leave though. James and Remus’ little display told no one else to mess with you for the day. You enjoyed taking your time to finish reading and paint your nails. You looked behind you when you finished to find that no one was looking at you. Before that changed, you walked to your room.

The week was oddly calm. Everyone talked behind your back but you didn’t have to go to Severus once to get a hex removed. That calmness became a hurricane when you were caught early in the morning helping set the Great Hall with the house-elves. School term meant your work at Hogwarts was sporadic because education was important but you still worked for your little paycheck. You hadn’t even noticed your fellow Housemates had come early for breakfast, caught you, and immediately ran to tell the other Houses. It started with Marlene, Lily, and two Ravenclaws leaving their empty dishes right on top of the breakfast you were still eating.

Remus was the one who caught you crouched in the outer corridor while watching Missy enjoy her outside time, skipping dinner because you didn’t want to deal with anything after the constant dish debacle. You would just get food from the kitchen in a little bit.

“What do you want?” you asked without even turning around.

He chuckled and simply sat down beside you. “School’s almost over.”

“And?”

“And we can make the last two school years easier.”

“You’ll stop?”

“Of course.”

You watched his mouth curl up in a smile and you sighed. “How many snogs? Not all at once, you bruised my lip last time.”

He turned your head, examining your mouth to see if any bruising was still there.

“We don’t have a number, indefinitely.”

“Indefinitely? I already said I’m not a whor—”

“What makes you think snogging means you’re a whore, your father tell you that?”

You grabbed your kitten and left. Remus stood and jogged to catch up with you. “Bloody hell, that’s true?”

“What’s true, Moony?”

“Merlin’s Beard,” you whispered as the rest showed up.

“Her father’s little letters told her you’re a whore if you snog someone.”

All the boys started laughing. James adjusted his glasses.

“Can’t call you a little Death Eater but doing everything Daddy tells you? That’s a bit… heir to the evil throne, Princess.”

“Is there a reason?” Peter asked.

You knew walking away would result in them following. You just adjusted Missy in your arms. “Snogging leads to dating.”

“Yeah, that’s the idea.”

“No point in dating if they’re not the one you’re set up to marry,” you mumbled.

“That little marriage list wasn’t a joke? And here I was going to compliment You-Know-Who on having some humor in his murderous body… wait, my name was on it.”

Sirius blocked you in with his arms. “Nope, nope, you’re not leaving until I know why my name was on it.”

“You’re a pureblood,” you muttered.

“What?”

“You’re a pureblood.” You ducked under his arm.

“I’d never date you.”

“It’s not about what you want! It’s a marriage arrangement, you don’t choose it. It happens when my father takes over, you think he cares what you want?”

“When?”

“Bloody hell, of course, when! You’re all sitting around too incompetent to stop him. He should’ve been destroyed by now. My father gets stronger by the day and what are any of you doing? Absolutely nothing so, yes, when. When Voldemort takes over, you and everyone else will have to fall in line or get killed. From muggleborns giving up wands to arrogant pricks like you who don’t get a say in the pureblood you’ll share your bed with for the rest of your life!”

“How are you even allowed to be here?”

You turned at the random voice. The Great Hall had cleared out from dinner and you were faced with a bunch of your fellow students that only heard you say your father was going to win and kill them all.

“You should be in an Azkaban cell,” another student said as they all started to walk by.

“No, I’m not…”

Evan Rosier and the posse walked by. Bellatrix reached out a hand to pet Missy. “Those mudbloods will be the ones rotting in Azkaban cells if they don’t mind their tongue. We can hex them.”

“No,” you said quickly. “It’s fine, let them talk.”

Evan nodded. “If you change your mind, we’ll be glad. I’ve been itching to drop someone from the third floor.”

The posse walked off, laughing about spells they’ve been wanting to do for a long time. You looked at Sirius and the rest of them.

“Thanks a lot. You never know when to let something fucking go.”

“Your words, Princess. Not our fault people heard what they wanted.”

“Ugh, I hate all of you.” You stomped off.

(Part 3)

#marauders x reader #remus lupin x black!reader #remus lupin x reader

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forthehpfanboys · 4 years ago

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Christmas Break

Pair: Draco Malfoy x Reader; he/him.

Summary: You liked Winter Break Draco. Unfortunately, he was replaced by Usual Dick Bag Draco who becomes ruthless. At least Harry is there to make you feel better.

Warnings: SMUT (MDI), jealousy sex, dirty talk, swearing, spanking, short mention of slapping and hair pulling, sir kink and degrading a tad- fluffy ending tho. I may have taken the kinks too far but ya know-

Notes: Requested by @the-offical-yn, who I must apologize too. A lot of my stories got away from me so I’m very sorry this is late- but um- enjoy getting railed by Draco guys! Yo, I made a shit plot for this. I’m so sorry if it’s baaddd.

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

For years, he had this twisted mind against anyone not a pure-blood or a Slytherin. He had zero shame with cussing out Gryffindor's, spitting at Ravenclaw’s during quidditch games and tripping Hufflepuff's. But, suddenly, just before Christmas break, he changed and there was nothing blunt about it. He would help Ravenclaw first years pick up their books if they stumbled on the fake steps on the moving staircases, tutor third year Hufflepuff's in Herbology after hours and helped a few Gryffindor students fix their potions.

Draco changed faster than water turns to ice in a freezer. It was almost alarming. Even Snape seemed to be concerned, probably more than others. The greasy git kept yelling at Gryffindor's (mostly the Golden Trio [mostly Harry]) about what would happen when he found out who jinxed Malfoy. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when he changed, but everyone else could. To the day, infact.

It was just a few days before October, when it started. Draco was strutting down the halls, using Crabbe and Goyle as shields from the dozens of students who walked by him. They stood at his sides, knocking students out of the way, acting like Draco owned this bubble of space as they walked, but somehow, you slipped through. You were crossing in front of him, trying to hurry to class and ended up tripping over your own feet.

Your instincts kicked in and you tried to catch yourself, but instead you fumbled right into Draco, landing heavily against his side. He scoffed, shoving you off and getting ready to cuss you out when you began to apologize (even if you don’t like him) and gather your things off the floor. With your head tilted down you didn’t notice the Slytherin staring at you like you were a puppy. When you gathered your things, you scurried off, apologizing to more students as you went by.

Apparently, that day, he saw you tutoring a whole table of students, all houses included, and you were being so nice to them, so kind and your voice was soft and he heard you say “Hey, no! It’s ok! There is no such thing as a dumb question, ask away”. He had this urge in his chest to just be different, to be someone you would want to be around and be a friend, maybe even be more. It made him feel sick.

It took about a week to get your attention, then a quick growing friendship blossomed. Your relationship with Draco changed- just like he had. It changed from funny jokes, sassy remarks and late night games of exploding snaps to flirting contests, long hugs and what could be considered dates.

By December, you and Draco were dating without the official titles. Everyday, you two were growing closer and the relationship was growing more rock solid with every passing event. Soon enough, winter break was coming around and everyone was genuinely surprised when they saw the blonde Slytherin strutting through the halls during Christmas break. Usually, the pureblood went home to spend the holidays in a cabin in a warmer climate with his family.

And it was weird for everyone to see him not bragging and tripping students and spitting at kids. But for you? It was a blissful few weeks. Even the Golden Trio got a break. They were some of your closer friends, so Draco gave them a bigger break. The blonde even went as far as helping Harry during potions. It was terrifying.

Until Christmas break was passing and Draco went through another change, which was what you were going to confront him about.

"Malfoy!" You found him out in the courtyard, a teary-eyed (y/h) first year trailing behind you. The poor kid was shaking with fear and let out a sniffle. "You have some very good explaining to do!"

The blonde looked from Goyle to you, his eyes slowly dragging down your form before darting back up to your flaming eyes. His smile had dropped and was now replaced with a sharp frown. His nose scrunched up, his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crisscrossed over his chest.

“I don’t have to explain anything to the likes of you.” He sneered. He looked over your shoulder and locked eyes with the first year, who scooted over to hide himself better. He made a scoff and turned back to Goyle, shaking his head while snorting. “Look at this- he’s tryin’ to be a hero.” As if on a cue, his little posse of Slytherins broke out into laughter, forcing your face to heat up from humiliation.

“Seriously? Are you fucking five?” You called over the idiots laughter, which morphed into pathetic ‘ooh’s. “Draco, stop being a child and a douchebag and just apologize to the first year.”

“Why should I?” Draco stepped closer to you. His eyes, stance and voice all held a challenging undertone. He moved some blonde hair out of his face, but you didn’t miss how his eyes flicked down to your lips.

“Because you called him a mud-blood for bumping into you. Grow a pair, gain some manners and apologize to him.” You crossed your arms over your chest, putting on your best angry face. If Draco was pulling a prank, you were going to punch him, without hesitation. And how the hell did an asshole like this become a prefect??

“Oh, your right, I definitely should apologize when the kid bumped into me. But I think I have a better idea.” He brought a finger to his lips, tapping it in mock thought. Sarcasm and sass was radiating from him and it only served to piss you off more. “How about you fuck off and leave me alone, (L/n).” He smirked, turning to his posse and symboling them to leave with him for a dramatic exit. You took a deep breath, your hands balling at your sides.

“I’m sorry for him.” You turned around and put a hand on the kids back and gave him a soft push back toward the castle. “Go tell the head of the house, ok? I’m gonna keep talking to him.” When he nodded and began to walk out of the courtyard, you hurried in the direction Draco left in. You found him heading across the bridge, in the middle of his group, who were effectively taking up the whole span of the bridge. His laughter echoed in the hollow build, which only had your blood boiling worse.

So, you called his name again, effectively getting his attention. He turned so fast you thought his head would’ve spun all the way around like an owl. You stared into his now burning eyes, walking closer to him. You could feel the adrenaline mixing with rage in your veins. You weren’t thinking straight, but you didn’t care.

“Wanna explain why you're being an ass all of a sudden or are you just gonna insult me and strut off with your orgy party?” You glared at him, ignoring his irritated sneer. It was making your face red (or whatever hue, I wanna be as inclusive as possible) with anger.

“I don’t have to tell you a thing.” Draco was, naturally, turning defensive, even if he knew deep down how he was acting was wrong. Honestly, you couldn’t tell if he knew he was actually being an ass or not.

“Ok. I get it. You stay the fuck here with your friends and I’ll just leave you alone then. Merlin, why did I think you’d change?” Your face showed disappointment before contouring back to anger and frustration and aggression. You ran your tongue over your teeth, a frown etching across your lips. “My mistake.” You turned around, still going off pure adrenaline. You felt a hand grasp your wrist and immediately tugged it free with all of your strength. “No, I really don’t wanna hear it, fuck off.”

You didn’t look back, and you certainly didn’t hear him say anything. Of course it hurt, but you didn’t care at the moment. Your heart was thumping in your chest and all you felt was anger. He had the audacity to befriend you, say he really liked you for fucks sake, and then do a complete 180. You were grateful it was the weekend so you didn’t have to sit next to him in class.

You stomped through the snow, hurrying across the school grounds to the library (can you tell I have no idea what Hogwarts layout is?). You pushed open the doors and decided to basically hide yourself in an empty corner to try to cool down. After pulling the seat out, you sat down, slouching and resting your forehead on the table. You want to know what happened, why it happened

Was it his dad? Was it his friends? Was he jinxed or something? You let out a sigh of frustration. The idea of his dad convincing him to start treating people like trash again brought your anger back. You rolled your neck and ran your hands through it.

Pulling your wand out of your pocket, you waved it casually, summoning a book from one of the carts beside the isles. You didn't care what it was. You just wanted a distraction.

Luckily, for you, it didn't take long to get distracted. A few pages and more than a few dreadful minutes into your "reading", someone sat across from you. You looked over the rim of the book to see a smiling Gryffindor with big, round glasses slipping down his nose. He gave an awkward greeting while pushing his glasses back up.

"Hi to you too, Harry. This is a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?" You smiled, shutting the book and crossing your arms over it.

"Well, I just heard about the Draco fiasco that took place a few hours ago-" had it really been hours? "-and I wanted to make sure you were OK." Harry scooted closer to the table, his cheeks a soft pink.

"I'm fine, man. You don't gotta stress about me." You stretched your arms over your head while leaning back in your chair. You were trying to give the illusion of calmness and it was sorta working.

"Oh, good! I'm- I'm glad you're ok!" He began to fiddle with his fingers, digging at the nails nervously. "Because I also wanted to ask.. Um.. If you are free? Like this weekend? To hang out?" His green eyes barely met yours and, instead, opted for staring right over your shoulder.

"Oh, I'm n-"

"He's not free, Potter. We have plans covering every minute of the weekend. Scram."

Your smile faded as Draco's voice filled the small corner. You looked up, immediately catching his stern gaze. He was leaning against the end of a bookshelf, his arms crossed and one foot crossed over the other. He was clearly chewing on his tongue, not that he'd admit it. You gave him a glare, your arms crossing over your chest.

"But, Draco. I thought I canceled our plans." Your voice was condescending and it only fueled his anger. Harry, noting the weird tension, ducked out of there quickly, swerving around Draco and speed walking to a safer, less awkward part of the library.

"What the fuck are you doing?" The blonde hissed while taking long steps over to the table. He was still staring you right in the eyes. Draco moved the chair Potter was sitting in and put his hands flat against the table. He made eye contact with him.

"Why should it matter to you? I thought I was just being a selfish hero." You narrowed your eyes at him, daring him to make a move. You could feel the anger returning from earlier.

"I never said selfish. Why are you making this so complicated? I have a reputation to withhold, (Y/n)." His eyes softened a bit. He looked down at the polished wood before looking at you again. Draco tried to give you a smile, but you didn’t return it; you just tapped your fingers against the table top.

"I don't give a rats ass about your shitty reputation! You bully pre-teens and they actually fear you and you think that's a good thing? That's what you wanna leave behind when you graduate here?" Your face was turning a deep shade of (insert skin color please). He knew he fucked up, not that he’d admit it, and his soft eyes hardened again.

"Remember who's in charge in this relationship, boy." His hand snaked around the back of your neck, tugging you forward. Your nostrils flared as you released a sigh. Was he really pulling out the dominant card right now?

"I told you there was no relationship." you shoved his hand away, standing straight up and walking past him. You didn’t get far before he grabbed the hood of your robe and tugged you back. He guided you so your back collided roughly with the end of the book case he was leaning against.

“I know you can’t quit me like that, love.” The pure-blood spat out the pet name as his thumb and index finger roughly grabbed your chin and tugged your head up. “We both know I infected you like a virus- I know you're obsessed with me, sweetie.” A menacing grin spread across Draco’s pale lips when your jaw dropped open and your mouth fumbled to find words to combat him.

He moved his leg between yours, his hands moving from the scrunched fabric of your hood to your neck. He leaned in, planting a rough kiss to your lips while his other hand untucked your shirt. He pushed his hand under the shirt, rubbing the skin of your hip while he deepened the kiss. He managed to push his tongue past your lips and ran along yours.

Draco angled his leg to brush against your crotch causing you to jolt in the kiss. He pulled back, his tongue licking your teeth while pulling back.

“Told you.” He purred out. The hand on your neck gives you a squeeze around the neck while his icy eyes go from your lips to your eyes. He could read you like a book. You hated it. “Don’t be a slut, darling. Let’s head to my room, yeah?” He didn’t move until you nodded your head slowly. “Good boy. Come on.”

The walk to the common room was long, but the hand around the back of your neck was sturdy. It didn't take long for him to have you pressed against the wall of his prefect bedroom, chest first, your pants basically vanished from your legs and his hand wrapped around your hard dick.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t ya, baby boy, hmm?” Draco’s voice boomed in your ear as his fingers interlocked into your skelp. You couldn’t help but sob. The hand on your dick was going faster, but refused to slide over the swollen head. Your nails scraped down the wall pressed against your front and Draco pressed your cheek harder against the brick. “Been such a bad boy- using that dirty mouth to talk so poorly about me and to flirt with my anime. If you wanted a three-some you should’ve asked Zabini. But Potter? You know that’s a firm no, baby.”

He was tsking before biting down on the side of your neck, the grip he had around your cock only tightened to the point of painful. Tears of humiliation and pain gathered in your eyeline, threatening to boil over. Your legs subconsciously spread when he began to grind into the bulge of your ass, his hard dick prominent into your crack. He licked a strip up from the bite to your ear.

“You know very well what happens to slutty bad boys who flirt with sir’s enemy, right, baby?” He was growling in your ear again, his hand coming to a tight hold at your base. He let out a mocking laugh when your legs clamped shut and your hips tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Draco!” You squeaked out, voice a few octaves higher than usual. It made Draco happy to hear your pathetic pleas, but his joy was melting away due to you still squirming in his grasp. He shook his head, tsking again. He tugged your hair, yanking your head back and forcing you to bow against his body. He gave you a firm slap against the cheek before cupping your cheeks together and forcing your lips to pout, his hand still in your hair.

“You know that’s not my name right now, kitten. Use the right one.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” Your voice was weak compared to Draco’s, the obvious authority he had over you made you shiver. Abruptly, he pushed you against the wall, letting go of your hair and he was backing away from you.

“Not yet your not, kitten. Finish stripping then get your arse over here.” Draco spoke, sitting down on the bed, patting the top of his thighs. He smirked when you did what he said, tossing your shirt off into the corner and approaching him slowly. He reached out to grab your arm and tug you over his lap.

He used one hand to push your face into the mattress while the other ran over your right cheek. He loved watching your hips try to duck and avoid the cold silver of his rings. He let out a mocking laugh, his hands grabbing into your bum, nails digging into the skin to leave marks that had your back arching.

"Aw, baby. Is it too cold for you?" He laughed louder, feeling you nod against his left hand tangled in your hair. "Aw, poor baby. Wait until you feel them bruise your skin. Now, do you remember what you say?"

"Yes, sir." your voice sounded strained--like you were mentally preparing yourself for the bite of the rings, the puncture of his smacks. You were, in all honesty. He never held back during punishments.

"See? It isn't so hard to be a good boy after all, is it?" he patted your head before brushing your hair back. "Remember the safe system, darling? Good. Color?"

"Green, sir." your legs were clenching together and wiggling, but a swat to the back of the sensitive skin of your thighs made you stop. "I'm sorry sir."

"Good.. Now, how many does a horny little whore like you deserve, hmm? Ten? Fifteen?"

You knew what he was looking for.

"T-Twenty." You swallowed. The anticipation and degrading was making your head cloudy.

"Twenty? Well, you must've been really naughty, huh?" His hand ran to your lower back, caressing the skin before dragging his nails back down, leaving a trail of red marks down your skin.

You nodded your head quickly, biting your lip to conceal a moan. You could feel the pre-cum going down your hard dick, which was pressing into Draco's thigh.

"No response? Maybe we should add another ten then, since you wanna be so bad."

"I-I'm sorry, sir! Twenty is what I deserve." You said quickly, trying to turn back and give him the huge innocent eyes he always went weak for.

"No. Thirty seems far more fitting." He chose now to start the punishment with a raised hand and a harsh slap over the perfect curve of your ass. He watched the skin bounce and groaned, gripping the flesh again.

"One! Thank you sir." You squeaked out, back arching at the familiar sting of the hit. The cold silver of his rings colliding with your skin caused your toes to curl.

"Atta boy." he purred out, repeating the action on the other side.

“Two, thank you sir!”

By the tenth spank, tears were falling freely down your cheeks. By the fifteenth, your voice was breaking with each shout. By the twentieth, you were trying to crawl away. By the twenty-fifth, you were kicking your legs like a brat. Somehow you managed to count to thirty without losing track.

"You did so good, baby. Even if you were being a brat." Draco chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. His other hand rubbed your cheeks, trying to sooth the deep red (or whatever tint shows up with your skin, I wanna be as inclusive as possible) marks on your skin.

You let out another sniffle, propping yourself up on an elbow and wiping the tears off your cheeks. His hand ran up your sweat thighs, his palms rubbing the already sore skin of your ass once he got to it.

“Color?”

“Green, sir.” You turned your head to look at him. Your legs shifted, creating a shattering hyper awareness of how hard and how wet your cock was against his thigh. You caught his dirty smirk before he flipped you over. Suddenly, it was stoic and he was tugging your lower half back onto his lap. This time, Draco was sitting back on his calves, and he was steadily putting your legs around his waist.

“Good. Now,” he paused to lick his lips, “I’m going to fuck the brat out of you, got it?” His hands moved down your thighs before moving up to your pelvic bone. While you were responding with a polite, but breathless ‘yessir’, his hand was lazily wrapping around your cock.

He was still fully dressed, and the smooth fabric of his uniform pants rubbed against the sore spots on your ass. Your hips moved upward, trying to get more of his moving hand and less of the fabric against your bottom. You let out a breathy moan while his thumb idly swiped across the swollen head of your dick.

“That’s it.” He mumbled to himself over the sound of his zipper dropping. He mumbled a preparing, lubrication and cleaning spell, his hand still working you slowly. The blonde stuck his tongue out in concentration while pushing his own cock into your lubed ass. Draco let out a hum, his teeth clamping down onto his tongue. “Fuck yes. Such a good boy- my good little slut.” He let go of your dick and clamped his hands onto your waist and used the leverage to pull you down onto his cock.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the cry as he stuffed his cock into you. You felt the wind knocked out of you. You gripped the sheets, whining pathetically. The head of his dick nudged against your sweet spot while he sat there, waiting patiently for you to adjust. It had been a bit of time since the last time you guys had fun sexy time. Your dick was literally throbbing, occasionally twitching, at the idea of him literally fucking you stupid. Your eyes were staring at the top of his four post bed, lost in your own thoughts when he began to move.

He tested the waters with the quick thrust, which yanked a moan from you. When you finally looked at him, you realized he was watching you intently, a menacing grin spread across his face.

“How’s your arse?” Draco asked, his voice condescending and cocky as he gave another thrust. His hand snaked around to your sore ass cheeks and gave one a tough squeeze, his nails digging in.

A cry left your lips, this time pain filled instead of pleasure. You planted your feet flat on the bed and tried to wiggle away from his grasp, which only made it worse.

“Sore, you dick!” You reached around, grabbing his wrist and trying to pull his hand away. “Ow! Let go, Draco!” You dug your nails into his wrist, trying to show him a small level of the pain he was causing but he just laughed, mocking your voice.

“Owie, it hurts! Take it, babe. You can do it.” He let go, his hands coming to hold your hips again before moving you at a punishingly rough pace. His muscular thighs rubbed against your ass, not that he cared. The pain was somehow starting to make the pleasure stronger. Soon it was filling your veins and fogging your brain.

Draco relished every moan, every gasp, every little sound you made. He listened to you whine out his name and it only fueled him more. He watched the sweat bead across your forehead and felt proud of himself.

“Atta boy. Gonna cum soon? Gonna cum completely untouched, like a whore? Hmm?” He purred out, leaning down to leave hickies across your neck and scratches down your chest. Your back arched pathetically off the bed while a woeful affirmative left your lips- but it wasn’t good enough for him.

“Say it.” He snarled, his voice too close to your ear to be that loud.

“G’nna cum, please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but your arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him closer. He shifted so he could rail you into the mattress and fulfill his promise.

“Please what? How can I help you if I don’t know what you want? What do you need, kitten?”

It was like he used the imperius curse on you. You bent to fit his mold and he couldn’t have asked for more.

“Please, sir. Please let me cum, please.” You whimpered, your toes curling in the air. Your ankles locked behind his waist and dug into him, effectively pulling him closer. His palm glided up your chest again and he gave you a smile.

“Course you can, love. Whenever you're good to go.” Draco didn’t ease up his hips, but his voice was softer and after a few thrusts hitting your prostate and a brush of his stomach against your weeping cock had you cumming. Your head tossed back and you didn’t bother to muffle the cry of his name.

It didn’t take much to follow you for Draco, it never did. He always thought one of the most beautiful expressions you could make was while you were cumming on his bed. That, and when he gave you candy and you smiled at him. He kissed every bruise he left on your skin before landing on your lips and laid next to you.

He pulled a sheet over the two of you- the room had gotten hot but he knew both of you were too tired to get cleaned and shower. He pulled you to his chest, kissing your temple.

“You did so good, baby. I love you.” He rested his chin against the top of your head, completely delving you in his shirt covered chest. He rubbed a hand down your back. Your boyfriend didn’t care about sweat.

“I love you too, Draco.” Your voice was rough and raspy. You planted a kiss to his cheek and nuzzled deeper into him somehow. “I miss you. The nice you- not the mean Slytherin you. He can suck my dick.”

“I know, I know. I’ll work on it. I promise.” Draco spoke between laughs. He hesitated, his mind bouncing between two questions he wanted to ask at once. “Do you want me to get you a bottle of water and we go take a bubble bath?” His voice was soft, but a massive grin spread across his lips when you nodded.

“Can we take a nap first?” You looked up at him with those big innocent eyes and gave him that smile he loved.

“Of course, dove.”

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comethru || myg

✧ pairing: manager!yoongi x worker!reader

✧ genre: slight angst? hurt/comfort, pathetic attempt at crack, barely there fluff

✧ word count: 2k

✧ summary: Yoongi saves you from heinous karens

✧ snip: "We have a coupon for a free meal at your restaurant and we demand you open it right now!!" this bitch—

✧ warnings: karens, oc gets all panicky, bubbling anxiety, rude af people, unhealthy relations with parents, unrequited love? (oc doesn’t really know)

This fic was genuinely fun to write! I know I did not do a very good job on this it’s lengthy with useless info but it just felt important. Let me know what you think of this!

Also, the title is inspired by Jeremy Zucker's comethru

As a new worker in a big restaurant, there are a few words one could dread to hear. For example, 'You're fired' sounds horrifying, gut wrenching, all your student loans flash before your eyes. It's scary, yes, but it's not as dreadful as the infamous —

"Can I see your manager?"

"Ma'am I already told you the restaurant opens at 11:30 am, and none of the staff arrives before 11, but I'd be happy to serve you at 11:30" you assured.

BANG!

One of the three ladies with a blonde bob cut hit at the door again.

"We don't talk to low class workers, call your manager!" Called out another from the group while the bangs continued. It was so loud you were almost afraid that they will tear this place down.

"Because of the unavailability of the manager, a low class worker is all you'll have to speak to for now," you spat, "but I'd be happiest if you don't speak to me at all"

Numerous loud gasps were heard. If the head chef heard you talking like this, you'll be out of the restaurant sooner than these karens can call your manager.

"HOW DARE YOU TALK LIKE THAT TO A CUSTOMER???"

"Ma'am since you have not walked into the restaurant yet, you are not our customer." you tried to explain, "The restaurant opens at 11:30 ma'am which is just in an hour and a half, I suggest you wait outside on one of the tables."

Even though it was kinda against the rules to sit on the tables unless you eat at the restaurant, but you desperately needed to get rid of the situation. The restaurant didn't even open yet, so what could be the big deal about them sitting on the benches outside. You were just hoping your manager would be understanding.

Anticipating another harsh string of words from them, the total silence that hit you surprised you. You pulled the blinds lower and peeked through them. The ladies were seated on the chairs outside, looking through their phones. Even though a bit shocked that they decided to do what you asked so easily, you didn't wanna jinx it. You thanked your lucky stars and moved on to getting the coffee machine started.

The day hasn't even started yet and the karens are here to disrupt the place already. Being the newbie, you have to come early to get this place started and on top of that, people like them are making it even harder. You clearly don't get paid enough for this.

Moving on to wiping all the tables, you were wishing that when your manger arrives, he'll understand the situation. To come to think of it, he's actually a good man and been nothing but nice to you since you joined here a month ago. He even covered up for you when you broke a plate. Another time he took the blame upon himself when you put a bit too much salt in of the dishes and a few people left unsatisfied. He's been sheltering you ever since you joined here and you've been enjoying this more than you should. Yet you still can't help but hope he handles it this time too and saves you from these heinous Karens.

brrring brrring brrring!!

The sounds catches you off guard not because of it's sudden penetration into the too good to be true silence, but because it shouldn't be ringing when it's the restaurant's hours closed. Nevertheless against your better judgement you pick it up and place the receiver between your ear and shoulder.

"Thanks for calling the Nile's! My name is y/n, how can I help you today?"

"We have a coupon for a free meal at your restaurant and we demand you open it right now!!"

this bitch—

"Ma'am as I explained already, the restaurant opens at 11:30 and if you walk in by then, I'll be happy to serve you and make use of your coupons too." Is it too early to quit?

"Am I talking to the manager?" she asked penetratingly.

"The manager is not here yet, but as soon as he arrives, I'll make sure you're the first person he talks to." you tried calmly hoping it would help.

The woman on the line took a deep breath but nothing could prepare you for the coming onslaught of distress.

"Missy you've been saying this to us since the morning and yet your manager isn't here. You should not open a restaurant when you do not know how to run it.”

She was so loud you couldn't even hear yourself losing the will to live.

"You do not know my husband. If he gets to know about the way you've treated me today, your restaurant will be closed forever." She threatened and you could hear her talking from the outside. Did she know that you did not own the restaurant?? "You should be grateful to me for not telling. Now open this damn door RIGHT NOW!!”

Another round of bangs started ringing and it echoed through the walls. They seemed louder than you know they should've been. And it was the trigger. The helplessness of the situation created panic. Your eyes unfocused, your stomach churned and your heartbeat escalated. You felt trapped.

Her shrill sound coming from the phone felt like it was piercing your ear drums and you could no longer understand what she was saying. So you slammed the receiver back into place, not knowing what to do anymore.

The grip on the cloth between your fingers seemed weak. You have always been a strong woman, dealing with irrational people all your life since you spent most of it around such people. But the karens have been tormenting you since the past 30 minutes and it was bound to get to you, sooner or later. Though you'd hoped for later rather than sooner. They way they started banging on the door while demanding something from you seemed so familiar to the way your parents banged on your bedroom door when you locked yourself in to save yourself from them.

Anywho, the situation is delayed for now and you have to calm down and start working again or you won't be done till the rest of the staff comes around. You don't know till when you'll be living under Yoongi's shadows and he'll be protecting you.

You put your hands on your face and let out a deep breath. Back to work bitches.

You started wiping the tables again, trying to think about something else. That 'something else' had a lot of options for you like, how are you going to repay your student loan that you took to go to college and didn't even help you land a decent job, or how your mom has been pestering you since months to get married and you haven't the found the best way to tell her yet that you wanna focus on your career for now and become a chef, or... well let's just say you had better things to worry about. But your train off thoughts was cut short when the phone rang again.

You already knew who was calling, so you decided against picking up. The ear splitting sound of the phone again echoed through the walls and it made you want to throw the phone against a wall. You know the restaurant phones should be loud enough to be heard by the staff even when the place is busy, but it did not help with the way it was making you feel.

After what seemed like forever, it stopped ringing and you went on to work again. The phone rang several times after that and with each ring, you felt your patience slipping farther away from you. You had half the mind to pick up the phone and tell them off, but you knew it would only anger them further. Yet you couldn't let this go on so after at least a dozen calls, you decided to pick it up.

"Thanks for calling at the Nile's! My name is y/n how can I help you today?" you spoke through a sigh.

"I'VE BEEN CALLING AT THIS DAMN RESTAURANT SINCE THE PAST 2 HOURS AND NOBODY HAS PICKED IT UP." she bellowed. If you thought she was loud and shrill earlier, you would change your mind now. Also, 2 hours????? you weren’t even here 2 hours ago!

"I HAVE GOT ALL THAT YOU HAVE DONE ON MY PHONE AND I WILL POST THIS ALL ON FACEBOOK THE WAY YOU HAVE TREATED ME IS NOT AT ALL A WAY TO TREAT A CUSTOMER." she didn't even pause for a breath "WAIT TILL MY HUSBAND HEARS ABOUT THIS."

You didn't dare say anything for the fear that anything that may come out of your mouth right now, may anger her further, considering, you were not the manager she hoped to talk to.

There was small hustle on the other end. You could hear the ladies outside arguing a little. After a short pause, someone spoke again.

"Am I talking to manager?" this was not the woman who yelled at you earlier but someone else.

"Yes you are, ma'am"

You let out a small shriek. Surprised to see the receiver that was in your hands a moment ago, placed against Yoongi's ear. When the hell did he get here and how did you not even realize?? Even so, a strange feeling of safety filled up your chest at the sight of him and you felt like you could breath again.

"No ma'am, we cannot do that for you. As y/n here explained to you, the restaurant opens at 11:30 and no exceptions will be made for anyone." he explained calmly and it had you hoping that they'd listen to him if not you.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused to you ma'am."

You just stood being a witness to one side of the conversation. You could hear someone talking outside the restaurant as well, but couldn't make out their exact words.

You admired his calm even in such a patronizing situation. At least to you, it was that way. In your eyes, he seemed so serene, his lips moved to utter the most calming sounds and you felt like you'd hand over your life to him if he asked you for it.

You really needed to practice professional work ethics when it came to him.

"Yes we will take care of this in the future, thank you for your suggestion."

"Ma'am we do not accept any kind of coupons for any of the meals provided here. Are you sure it is the same restaurant?"

Wait. But we do accept coupons here at the Nile's...

"No ma'am we cannot do that for you. There is no such policy, and we do not accept coupons."

"You can totally go ahead and call the police for yourself and we'll be sure to tell them how have harassed one of our workers over here." He said in an unbothered tone, gaze floating to you and you strangely found yourself looking away.

"Sure thing. Thank you for calling!"

And he placed the receiver back, as if job accomplished.

"Are you okay y/n?" He questioned. In his deep eyes, you saw genuine concern for yourself and you wanted to stay there for some while more. His voice was music to your ears and you did not want your own voice to taint the air around.

But he asked you something.

"Yeah." you said breathlessly and cleared your throat. "Yes, I'm fine, thanks for the help Yoongi"

It was something he insisted you call him even though the rules say he is your senior and should be addressed as so.

"Such people are so irritating and do not deserve to be let out of their homes. What kind of a husband would it be, huh!" he wondered, "though I question if there is any husband at all or she was just bluffing."

"Yeah I know right?" you didn't know what to say. "Though it was really impressive the way you handled them, I could never!"

He laughed at that. Sounded so heavenly, your knees kind of gave out.

And it was another day when he saved you. Why does he do that for you? Why was he here here so early? Why does he even try to get to close to you?

These are questions you do not have the answers to yet. You hope to get them someday. But you are happy they you are right now. Or maybe you are too afraid that the answers to these questions wouldn't be what you'd like to hear. Maybe he was just being nice and you being a horndog took the hint wrong way.

But for now, you have all the time (45 mins max before some other employee comes) to enjoy this moment with him alone in the closed restaurant, surrounded by the smell of food and his cologne and you have no idea which you like better. You wouldn't have it any other way.

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#yoongi #yoongi imagine #yoongi scenario #yoongi sfw #manager yoongi #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fluff #yoonfi hurt/comfort #yoongi angst #yoongi fic

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“I just got you this because I saw it and thought of you!”

Warnings: Light swearing

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Words: 3.9k

Summary: Your love language is Gift Giving

(This is apart of my series “Love Languages”, please check it out!)

“Close your eyes.”

“Should I be worried?” George asked quite warily.

“Will you just-” you huffed, “Please?”

“At least let me know what I’ve done wrong before you jinx my tongue to the top of my mouth.” George jokingly pleaded.

“If you know what’s best for you,” you lowered your voice to match his joke, “you’ll close your eyes.”

“Alright, but I’m trusting you,” George placed a grin on his lips, the dimple of his left cheek becoming more and more prominent.

“Now, hold out your hands,” you said feeling more and more excited.George hesitantly put his hands out in front of him and jokingly flinched when you touched him. His comedic flinch made you laugh as you scanned him over to ensure his eyes were shut. Satisfied with George’s compliance, you slowly reached into your bag to pull out a wrapped gift. When it was safely in his hands, George’s fingers crinkled around the wrapping paper. He opened his eyes and saw you looking excitedly from the gift in his hands and to his confused face.

Instantly, George began to sweat. Had he forgotten an anniversary? Or a birthday? Or some other holiday?

He cursed in his mind, fuck fuck fuck fuck.

“Go on then!” you smiled, “open it!”

George looked uncertain as he slowly unwrapped the gift revealing a small box. He lifted the box to see a small shaped coin. “It’s... uh.” He asked, picking it up and fiddling it with his fingers.

“It’s a coin!” you giggled at his confused reaction, “I bought it when I was in Russia over the summer to visit my cousin at Durmstrang.

“Oh! It! It is a coin! I love it!” George moved to pull you in a hug before you chuckled and pushed him away.

“It’s not just a coin. It’s a coin that has been enchanted.” You pointed to the head on the coin, “When you flip it, it’ll tell you whether or not someone is near you. See?” You took it out of his hand and flipped it in your hand, immediately it flipped to Heads. “For pranking, yeah?”

George looked at the coin in wonder and then again at your adoring face. “I... I love it.” He put a hand on your cheek and leaned to press a loving kiss to your lips. “But, I...”

“What is it?” you asked, holding his hand to your cheek.

“I’m so sorry, love. I think I... I think I forgot our anniversary or birthday or... I don’t. I’m so unbelievably sorry!” George spewed out.

“What!” you exclaimed in surprise, “No! No, no. Our anniversary isn’t until October!” you began to laugh, “I just got you this because I saw it and thought of you!”

George let out a breath of relief before feeling tense once again, “But, I didn’t get you anything...”

You pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand, “I don’t expect you to! It was just something for my love, that’s all.” you looked up to see George’s concern written within his brows, “Really! I just got it for you because I thought it would be nice.”

George shook his worry and began to smile, “I love you, you know that?”

“Oh, I know. I’m the most glorious girlfriend in the entirety of the world.”

“And so humble as well.” George grinned before giving you another long kiss.

George grew up with seven siblings. While he grew up with hand-me-downs and knitted clothing from his mother, you grew up on the richer side of the Wizarding World. He wasn’t used to receiving expensive gifts and frankly felt a little uncomfortable and insecure. All the gifts you had given him must have cost a fortune, something he would never truly acquire. And although he loved his family and his upbringing, he cannot help but feel shameful at the fact that he cannot shower you in gifts as you did to him.

It began with a new quill, then some pranking supplies, and soon the smaller gifts like the flowers you collected for him and the ties you bought turned into new robes and wand adjustments from Olivander’s. He accepted them graciously and sometimes even refused gifts as they seemed to be too expensive. With your assurance, he took them with a smile on his face but his head hanging low.

With your anniversary coming up, George could feel the hole in his pocket becoming larger and larger and the money he had saved up had gone to ensure the twins’ ability to start their own joke shop.

“I have no idea what to get her,” George flopped down on the couch.

Ginny, who was sat to his left, looked up from her book.“What do you mean?” She raised her eyebrow at her miserable older brother and looked to his twin who sat on his right.

“I mean,” George groaned and placed a hand over his eyes, “What do you get the most perfect girl in the world? What do you get her that she doesn’t already have?”

Fred began to laugh, “It’s happened, hasn’t it?”

“Oh, I think it has,” Ginny chimed in.

“What the bloody hell are you two talking about?”

“Georgie, can’t you see?” Ginny grinned teasingly, “You’re whipped.”

“Like Mum’s Christmas cream, you’re entirely whipped,” Fred added.

George sat up instantly and looked at his siblings with annoyance, “Well, we already knew that!”

Fred and Ginny joined together in laughter, noting how George’s vein is popping out of his forehead.

“Will you two stop your bloody, dumb, shitty teasing and just-” George groaned again and flopped back on the couch, “Help me?” He asked almost pathetically.

“How much did you want to spend?” Ginny asked, quieting her laughing.

“I don’t know! I just know that I don’t have enough.” George moaned.

“A necklace for the lady, perhaps?” Fred suggested making George shake his head.

“She’s already got enough necklaces and jewelry to fill an entire block on Diagonalley.”

“New quill?” Ginny added,

“No, she’s got her school supplies shipped from some store in America.”

Ginny and Fred began to suggest more and more things to which George either did not like because they were not “you” or because you already had them.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Ginny exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “What the hell can you buy?”

Fred thought for a moment, putting his fingers to his lip as he usually did deep in thought. “What if you don’t buy her a gift?”

“And what? Don’t get her anything at all?” George said sarcastically, “Good plan, you bellend.”

Fred reached over the arm of his chair and gave his twin a good wallop on the shoulder, “No, you dickhead. Don’t buy her anything.”

Ginny caught onto Fred’s idea and nodded, “That’s actually not a bad idea, Georgie, don’t buy her anything.”

“Hello??” George yelled, “Are you two not thinking right?”

“George, stop being a smart arse,” Ginny berated, “Get her something homemade instead.”

George opened one of his eyes to look at his sister who stared back at him in annoyance. “Oh.”

“Yes, oh,” Ginny mocked, “Make her something.”

George groaned again making Ginny and Fred roll their eyes. “But I can’t make anything but dung bombs.”

“Then, you’re out of luck,” Ginny stood up, dusting off her pants.

Before she could leave, George bolted up and grabbed her wrist. “Gin!” He yelled, “You know how to knit, yeah?”

“Uhm,” she looked to Fred for assistance, “I guess, Mum tried to teach me once, but I-”

“Brilliant!” George grinned, feeling his frustration seep away, “Then you’ll teach me!”

“Georgie,” Ginny rolled her eyes, “I don’t really even know how to knit myself, nevertheless be able to teach you.”

“But, you’ll help?” He asked, putting his puppy dog face on.

Ginny looked at her older brother, her weakness, and let out a sigh, “Fine, whatever.” George shouted in victory, “But, you have to also write Mum and ask her because she knows more than I do. And... you have to tell Y/N that the idea was mine.”

George reached up and kissed his sister’s cheek making her scream in disgust, “Yes, done and done! You are the best sibling in the entirety of the world.”

George turned sharply and sprinted up the stairs to write a letter to his Mum.

“What the hell am I then?” Fred crossed his arms, “Toasted squid?”

The following days were spent with Ginny and George trying, and rather unsuccessfully, to knit a sweater for you. Fred watched in the background making witty and snide comments. Molly had written back with such haste that Pigwidgeon was nearly on his last breath before arriving at Hogwarts. She sent many words of encouragement and told him that he was the absolute “sweetest” which was in large contrast to Ginny’s frustrated and rather harsh criticism.

“No! You’re supposed to go over not, George! Have you even been listening this entire time?”

“Of course I have,” George said defensively, “It’s just confusing, that’s all.”

“Why can’t we just use magic?” Ginny whined.

“Because then it wouldn’t be homemade, hence the word, home, little sister.” George frowned, “What does it matter anyway? She won’t like it.”

“Georgie,” Fred pushed off of the wall he was leaning on, “Stop being such a worry-wart.” He patted a hand on his shoulder, “Y/N is the sweetest girl, just because she’s richer than Merlin knows and can afford whatever she wants and doesn’t have to care about-”

“Alright, get on with it, Fred,” George warned.

“She’ll love it no matter what.” Fred finished, sending his twin a much needed reassuring smile.

“I hope so,” George sighed and picked up the needles once again. “Now, what the hell do I do again?”

By the time your anniversary approached, you were nearly bouncing with joy. You had gotten George the perfect present, something he’d never ever expect. Thankfully, your anniversary landed on a Sunday so you woke up and rushed to get ready in the morning. George waited, anxiously, on the stairs for you until you emerged.

Dressed in jeans and a nice blouse, George was nearly breathless upon seeing you. He gulped as you walked down, seeing the gold necklace your parents had gifted you for your last birthday and pearl earrings they’d given you after getting amazing marks on your exams.

“Hi,” you said softly, locking your fingers with his.

“Hi, darling,” he said back, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

“Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary,” you sighed contently and began to walk to the portrait.

“Now, what shall we do on our momentous day of love?” George asked, swinging your joined hands.

You pulled your bag up closer on your shoulder and smiled back.“I think,” you paused, “we should go on a walk. A long, romantic walk.”

“Then a walk we shall take!” George led the way, pulling you through the corridors making you giggle.

It was a delightful day spent with kisses and fond memories. You snapped a few photos of your boyfriend with the old camera you had bought.

“Now, I’ll never understand,” George raised his eyebrow, “Why you have a camera older than time itself rather than one of those new, fancy-schmancy cameras.”

You looked admiringly at the photo your camera just printed. As it developed, you could see the two of you, cheeks pressed together, you with a shy smile and George with his tongue sticking out. Another photo you had taken moments before was a snapshot of George’s lips pressed to your cheek and you could just make out the blushing on your face.

“Well,” you looked back up at your boyfriend, “I just happen to love old, worn things I suppose. Why do you think I’m with you?” you added, teasingly.

“Oi,” he defended, “ ‘m only a few months older than you, love. And I’m not worn, I’m newer than a baby’s bottom. You’re the only girl ‘ve been with.”

“Only? As in there will be more?” you asked, a taunting tone on your tongue. George looked at you, as lovingly and as gentle as he ever could, and thought nothing more of the life you two would have. Happy, content, any other words that describe a healthy and romantic relationship. His thoughts began to waver at the idea of how he’d only be able to afford a small flat, that is if the joke shop even took off in the first place. He thought of all the expensive things he could never afford and how you may resent him. As you looked at him, you thought of the happy children you’d have and the copious amounts of dogs and cats you’d care for. George swallowed harshly.

“Only.” He repeated. You blushed once again and leaned to kiss him. The feeling of your touch on his made George fall quicker, deeper, and madly in love.

After dinner in the Great Hall, in which George absolutely refused for anyone to sit next to or in front of you in order to make it more “private,” the two of you were laid, cuddled on your bed. George could feel the anxiety and panic set in when he realized soon he’d be giving the girl of his dreams a disappointing gift.

You hummed, sweet with content, and put your chin on his chest. “I’ve never been happier.”

“I’m so glad,” George ran his fingers through your hair, pushing the stray ones behind your ear. “But,” you said as you sat up, “I do believe anniversaries come with a certain type of exchange.”

“Oh?” George asked, sitting up as well. His fingers felt knotted and his throat was closing up. He had sneaked his gift in, awfully wrapped in some colorful parchment, and placed it under your bed.Be confident, George pleaded and tried his best to act cooly.

“I’ll go first, may I please, please go first!” you begged.

George bit his tongue, much preferring he’d go first in order to deal with the disappointment before anything and also give you a chance to dump his impoverished arse.

“Of course, darling,” he nodded making you squeal in delight. George breathed deeply and closed his eyes, holding his hands out as he usually did when you gave him gifts. In his hands, he could feel a box wrapped with a bow.

“Alright, go on!” you nodded eagerly. George let out a shaky breath before carefully removing the bow and lifting the lid. To his delight, he picked up a pair of wool socks that were embroidered with small hearts on the sides. “It’s-”

“Socks!” you finished for him, “Because you get cold feet, remember? Now, when you are playing Quidditch or cold at night, you can wear them and think of me!” George broke out in a grin and thanked the heavens for his girlfriend and all the luck in the world that it took for him to find her. “I love them.”

“Really?” you asked, pointing at the hearts, “I did those myself!”

“They look wonderful, I absolutely adore them.” He leaned and kissed you.

The kiss was long as George put a hand on your neck to pull you closer. His lips moving against yours made butterflies take flight and your bones become weaker. As he pulled away, you rested your forehead on his trying to catch your breath.

“My turn?” George asked making you nod. George pulled out his crappily wrapped gift, that Ginny told him off for, and put it in the bed.

“Oh! Wrapped it yourself, I see?” you teased. George nodded proudly, becoming more and more confident in his gift.

As you lifted your fingers to rip the paper off, you paused and faced him with another sly smile.

“Alright! Okay, I was going to save it till the end of the night, but I simply cannot wait.” George’s eyes widened as you jolted off of the bed. “You didn’t think I only got you socks, did you?” you asked, moving towards the trunk at the end of your bed.

“No, wait, Dear, the socks are lovely, I don’t need another-”

“I know, I know, but I couldn’t help it!” you sent him a wink, “Now, this one is the actual gift.”

“Actual gift?” George stuttered.Pulling out a large object, larger than your entire frame, George clenched his jaw. You struggled a bit to put it on the bed but managed and sat down in front of him.

“Happy Anniversary, my love.” your voice made him wince a bit.

You watched in utter excitement as George began to slowly unwrap his gift. Removing all the paper, George nearly fainted seeing his gift. A new broom, one of the best in the world, something he’d never ever be able to buy for himself. A broom, costing more than Merlin knows galleons.

“So!” you bounced, “Do you like it? I saw at your other games, that bludger took out part of the tail end of your broom and I could not live with myself if you had an accident due to a faulty broom! I went and got it myself,” you said proudly.

“And! It’s the fastest, rarest, and nicest type of wood, with a partially enchanted seat to help you stay upright!”

George’s hands shook, holding the broom.

“I-”

“Speechless? That was my entire goal!” you raised your fist in victory.

“Y/N-”

“I know! And, not to mention, now you can wear your socks during the game! Two gifts in one!”

“Y/N-”

“I debated on getting you new gloves, but they wouldn’t be shipped in till middle of November and-”

“Y/N,” George said softly but firmly making you look at him with concern. You had never seen this facial expression on George as his eyes were nearly welled with tears and his lip was red from his biting.

“What’s wrong?” you asked frantically, “is it the wrong size? I gave the shopkeeper your height and everything-”

“No,” George said, putting the broom to lean on the wall next to your bed. “I can’t take this.”

“What do you mean? Love, I got it for you!” you laughed, waving your hand.

“No, Y/N, I seriously cannot take this.” You frowned,

George’s voice was shaky making your heart drop. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s too expensive-”

“Nonsense, I saved up for it!”

“Baby,” George said, small and timid, “I cannot accept any more expensive gifts from you.”

“What do you mean?” you questioned, leaning forwards to grab one of his hands, “the price doesn’t matter to me, I literally could not care,”

“But I care.” George protested.

You nearly began to cry as you saw a tear dripped down George’s cheek. You sat up so you were sitting on your knees and gingerly placed your hands on his cheeks.

“My love, what’s wrong? Won’t you tell me?” you whispered, rubbing soft strokes with your thumbs.

“I...” George struggled to find the words to describe how awful he felt, “I cannot take your gifts. And... and I’ll never be able to give you these types of gifts.”

Your eyes widened in surprise before you began to furiously shake your head, “George Weasley, what in the world are you talking about?”

“I’ll never be able to give you expensive things like necklaces or pearls or nice perfumes or nice suppers at fancy restaurants. I’ll never be able to give you the gifts you deserve. You deserve to be treated like a princess or a queen or anything and I cannot give you that, I can’t.” George let out.

You thought of his words in utter disbelief. Never once did you ever think of George’s economic standing and neither did you care.

“But you do treat me like a princess,” you encouraged, making George moan with more tears, “You do. You tuck me in when I’m all tired from classes and make me cuppa’s in the morning. You massage my shoulders when I’m stressed and you hold my hand when you know I’m anxious.” You pushed his head up so your eyes met, “I mean that, from the bottom of my heart. I don’t care if you cannot give me expensive gifts or fancy dinners or anything, I care that you love me and want me to be by your side.”

“But, you give me all these-”

“I do it because I love giving you gifts! I love seeing you smile. And not all my gifts are expensive, sometimes I give you flowers I’ve seen or biscuits from the Great Hall. My darling, you do not need to worry if I feel as though you cannot provide for me, because you provide more than enough for me. I don’t care about money or gifts or anything like that.” you assured.

George went silent and you began to pepper his cheeks, nose, and forehead with kisses until he cracked and started to smile.

“I’ve just got the best girlfriend ever, haven’t I?” George asked, pulling you onto his lap.

You curled into his chest and nodded.

“Oh, absolutely.”

It was quiet between you two again until you chimed up, “Well... may I have my gift now?”

“Uhhh, it’s uhh,” George stuttered. “It’s not amazing.”

“Don’t care!” you grinned and picked up his gift. “I’m so excited, I could nearly pee myself.”

George jokingly shoved you, “Oi, blimey well don’t do that. Not while you’re sitting on me at least.”

You shoved him back before opening his gift. George held his breath as you unraveled the present and saw his gift. Your heart nearly stopped. You picked up the sweater, moving the parchment aside, and placed it on your lap. The sweater was yellow and made with soft wool. On the front, there was a badly made daisy, the flowers you always got for him during the Spring. Touching the fabric softly, tracing over each petal you stared at.

“I know it isn’t much but-” Before George could finish his apology, you took him by surprise and wrapped your arms around his neck tightly. Pressing kisses on the crook of his neck, he could feel your smile.

“I absolutely love it.”

“Really?”

“With all my heart, I’ve never been given something handmade nor something so sweet.”

“I made it... myself.”You picked up the sweater and laughed, “I can tell. How long did it take you?”

George paused, thinking and smiling sheepishly, “A few weeks maybe.”

“And you made it all by yourself? No magic?”

“No magic,” George confirmed, “But, Ginny did help me... she and Fred helped me come up with the idea.”

You shifted in George’s lap, moving so you could toss off the blouse you were wearing and shrugging the sweater on. It was warm and smelled of honey and pine and the string he had used made you feel as if you were wrapped in a hug of his.

“George... I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

George blushed a deep red as you kissed first his cheek and then his lips.

“You’re welcome, Darling. I’m just glad I’ve finally given you a good enough gift.”

“Well,” you kissed the skin of his neck, “I’ll wear it every day. But...”

“But?” George asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“But, I think right now, I’d like it off,” you suggested, lowering your eyes at him.

“Off?” George asked confusedly before his eyes widened in realization. “Oh! Oh, off!”

“You’re so smart, aren’t you?” you snorted before pulling George in for another kiss.

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