#pls don’t kill me it’s just baffling

[fulminare-within-her-soul]

Okay.

Okay, but like-

Why do people spend an insane amount of money on frivolous things for their toddlers? Or take them to events they won’t even remember, where they’re probably just going to become overstimulated and either fall asleep or bounce off the walls?

Why are (appropriate) books kept from curious kids because the book is apparently “too advanced” for them???

hopefully i don’t get smote for voicing this

[artoodeetootired]

lowkey

📖 an f1 driver and a singer are both known for being beasts in their respective fields, but everyone knows they are ironically the shyest in reality- especially when it comes to attraction. they were hidden out of respect for their privacy, until they realised loving shouldn't be a secret.

💭 op!81 x fem!singer (smau)

🎧 lowkey - niki

🃏masterlist🃏

🫧“us in a king size, keep it a secret. say i’m ur queen, but i don’t wanna leave this lowkey.” 🫧

p.s (let's pretend the qatar and las vegas gp's are rounds 10 + 12 of 24 respectively hehe)

ynuser

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ynuser so... been kind of busy lately...

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forynln U DISAPPEAR FOR 5 MONTHS AFTER UR LAST ALBUM AND POST OUTTA NOWHERE... girl u cannot keep doing this to us...

-> user1 lol watch her

-> user2 Bruh stfu she literally gave us a god sent album made of unicorn shit she doesn't owe u anything

bsfuser i hate you for telling me what's boutta go down but not let me say shit to anyone 😞

-> user3 it's ok bestie u can tell me, i won't tell anyone :)

ynluv How she is so different irl compared to her stage self still baffles me to this day.

-> user4 FR like wdym u gonna be busting out moves that get u viral then act like the sweetest creature on earth when u out here?? 😭

-> user5 duality go prr. she's probably the shyest celebrity i've ever seen.

-> user6 I can't believe she's an '03 baby.

gracieabrams omg ur orange cat

-> user6 car*

-> user7 car*

-> user8 luv u gracie

user9 orange suits yn so well

user0 lando is such a fanboy 😂

-> user| him and half the grid have been so consistent with promoting her LMAO

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landonorris: would've been right next to u if stroll hadn't crashed again

mclaren: 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

user_: being very calm compared to ur reaction after lance's fiasco today LOL

logansargeant: LET'S GOOO

user@: wow our pastry posts after a century

alexalbon: oi why didnt you take lily's and my advice to post with yn's music if u asked us in the first place...

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f1 Our special guest performer and new partner for the 16th round on our calendar, Las Vegas, has been confirmed; a little fun before the racing begins! We bet you guys will like this one... 🤭

Until then, round 11 in Netherlands next weekend 🇳🇱 Stay tuned!

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user! omg i have been waiting for this

f1forlife istg if they bring out the same performers as before...

fanacc the amount of singers liking this post is really fucking with us LOL

alexalbon hi f1 pls tell me u listened to us and booked the grid's voted fav 😸

-> charlesleclerc agreed.

-> maxverstappen1 agreed.

-> landonorris @oscarpiastri and i will boycott.

-> oscarpiastri mate i didn't even vote.

-> landonorris okay fine but u do like yn/ln right? ...right? 🔪

-> oscarpiastri ...

-> landonorris dw everyone osc's just shy no need to cancel him

-> danielricciardo 💃🏽

-> lance_stroll wait there was a vote?

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ynuser switch up

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forynln she's killing us and she knows it damn well

user pls just one hint 😭

user how do u feel about oscar piastri not liking u LMAO

arianagreenblatt gorg bestie 😩

user the aesthetic change is very sus

user ladies and gentlemen, the queen of singing, dancing, and gatekeeping

-> user the way we still pine after her and her whereabouts even though she is the most nonchalant pop girl out there

-> bsfuser she's cooking smth 🧐

-> frd2 yk smth dont u 🥸

2 weeks later...

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lewishamilton: why did i not see toto doing this????

ynuser: it was a pleasure meeting u too 🤠

f1: You boys are very welcome

totowolff: George...

-> georgerussell: please don't fire me

landonorris: ok but did u see the way she looked at me??

-> georgerussell lando, u know full well she was looking at someone else

-> landonorris shut up :(

-> georgerussell i will not allow u to ruin her with ur playboy antics

-> landonorris EXCUSE ME

landonorris and f1 🔁

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landonorris best. weekend. ever.

mini photo dump of the boys at the concert 'cause @ynuser actually performed for us 🤯🤯 we're such huge fans- it was epic meeting you!

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landonorris p.s. oscar loves her, he's just shy

-> oscarpiastri lando u idiot

-> logansargeant i can confirm ahem

mclaren we advocated for this very hard, just so yk...

-> user0 the gods (you) have bestowed us simpletons (seriously) with such a blessing (yn and mclaren interactions)

-> userl for the whole grid? the fans? ...or a particular someone? 🤭

ynuser epic meeting me??? bro i almost fainted meeting u guys and drivers i've been a fan of since i was 10 😭😭😭

-> bsfuser how was it omg

-> ynuser LOL definitely an interesting experience...

-> landonorris omg she replied 😭

-> georgerussell bro she called u bro

user_ im convinced theyre music drunk and not substance drunk here 😮‍💨

ynuser

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ynuser you all already know. this thread is as aesthetically chaotic as my mind rn.

thank you to my team for handling such a mess of me when since i got this invitation !! could not be here, or look this decent without any of u.

thank you to @f1 from the bottom of my heart. i've been such a fan since i was in nappies, nd you guys just made a dream of mine come true. from the races, new friends, to performing for such a crowd in vegas, it has been one of the most surreal weekends of my life. you all just know im gonna be clutching on to this partnership for as long as i breathe. nd congrats to @maxverstappen1, @oscarpiastri, nd @charlesleclerc on the podium ! until next time 🏎💋✨

(last slide is real footage of me meeting toto wolff)

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redbullracing thank you for stopping by our pit!

-> mclaren ok but she went to ours first

-> scuderiaferrari yeah... she liked us most though. should've seen her face when she walked in.

-> mercedesamgf1 you guys know she was a long-time mercedes fan before this right??

-> landonorris what is going on? (she definitely liked hanging out with us more)

-> logansargeant lol you're so delulu (laughed way harder with my group)

oscarpiastri thank you too! we should hang out again sometime soon

-> landonorris 'hang out' pfft sure

-> user omg oscar commenting on a non-f1 person's post??? a FEMALE nonetheless????

-> oscarpiastri everyone has to chill fr

bsfuser that’s MY BESTIE

-> user she is GLOWING

-> ynimagine mommy??? sorry. mommy??? sorry.

-> user she is SNATCHED WTF

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri 2nd in vegas! amazing job to the team for this accomplishment, daniel for his dedication, nd yn, who we're all still star-struck by. cheers! 🍾

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user guys istg i was in the paddock the whole time AND i know what i saw. so when i say they hit it off really well...

user omg oscar even picked up on her 'nd' habit 😭

ynuser 🧡🧡🧡

-> user u are actually an angel sent from the depths of hell in the best possible way. the setlist??? the body and face??? the personality???

landonorris oscar you... 😨 when did u even go to the front of the stage for that last pic????

lewishamilton cute, flirty, teenage stuff and all but are we not gonna talk about danny ric

-> danielricciardo i think we should just go back to gushing about oscar's crush

-> carlossainz55 his crush??? what am i missing????

-> charlesleclerc the baby has grown up

bsfuser 🤨

f1

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f1 yn appreciation post 🤍🤍🤍

Could not have asked for a better performer and partner to grace us with her presence this weekend 👏🏼

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user my timeline is EXPLODING

user converting f1 fans into yn fans too

landonorris slay

-> danielricciardo slay

-> pierregasly slay

-> alexalbon slay

-> lewishamilton what is 'slay'?

-> charlesleclerc slay

-> maxverstappen1 slay

ynuser thank u thank uuu

-> user9 queen what were u on tonight??

-> {user} not even her debut was this hype 💀

ynworld STEP ON ME

f1__grid bruh this is so unecessary... she clearly just wants attention

-> user# stay pressed ur favs like her more than u <3

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user: soooo wonder who took this photo 🧐

user: u guys got smth to tell us? ;)

alexalbon: why do u look depressed today

landonorris: where are u bro

user: what's ur fav yn song?

ynuser: im sorry i can't make it today osc :(

-> oscarpiastri: it's okay, best to let everyone cool down anyways. i'll see u next week?

-> ynuser: i promise :)

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lewishamilton: ayeee my fav coming over to the pit today?

-> ynuser: i wouldn't miss it for the world 😸 plus fans are dying to know how u pick ur fashion sense out

-> lewishamilton: oh lord

f1: 🤍

landonorris: pls be kind with the question this time :(

-> ynuser: aweeee

-> ynuser: no.

oscarpiastri: wya??

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1 month, 3 races, and 2 performances later...

~3 months later...

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri i can't take it anymore. since u guys have wanted to know, anyway.

you've been on my mind since the day i met you (nd yes, admittedly since lando showed me your music videos), nd then when i met you with the biggest crush, i quickly decided that you are one of the most talented, beautiful, kindest people ever. fuck all if i just got my first win, it wouldn't have meant anything without u. i can't have asked for a better partner in crime to wear my number at the races.

although we've been pretty great at keeping it low key these past few months to just family and friends, i wanna show you off, my love x

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oscarpiastri also, ty to the grid for keeping it private, nd yes, i will be treating u all for dinner.

-> danielricciardo LFGGGGG

user oh my god.

jennaortega the question is if she beat him at karting

-> oscarpiastri she did...

carlossainz55 i never thought this day would come

landonorris cant put both my happiness and bewilderment that you actually hard launched into words

-> georgerussell character. development.

user ONE OF MY FAV SINGERS BECAME MY FAV WAG TOO AHHHHHHHH

arianagrande y'all cute asf 😭😭😭

user I CALLED IT

-> user nah dont u lie we all thought we were lying to ourselves LMAO

bsfuser one wrong move and i’ll send stroll to do more than just hit u on track 😺

-> oscarpiastri ;-;

-> maxverstappen1 u could send any one on the grid to do it, and they'd be happy to

user they're so in love im bawling

landonorris just so u guys know, his three sisters steal her away from him every week to hang out LOL

-> oscarpiastri that was totally unecessary

-> nicolepiastri give the ppl what they want ossie

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ynuser sike.

'orange suits yn so well'... damn right for him 🧡

this man has inspired me in too many ways, that aside from teaching me how to love and be loved. it's been pretty hard having all these memories, but not being able to live them freely because of the pressure. but i wouldn't do it with anyone else. so im gonna be 'showing you off' in my latest single, agora hills, coming out tomorrow night for my love's first win x

(to clarify, f1 has allowed me to take ONE side ONCE, so im not jobless :) ... yet)

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frd1 about fucking time

oliviarodrigo this is so cute omg

alexalbon ahem i think i should get some credit for being the ultimate matchmaker here

-> f1 actually, i think it all goes to us.

-> user 💀

logansargeant THE LAST PHOTO PLS SEND IT TO ME LMAO

gracieabrams omg him with her cat 😭😭

-> user gracie, luv, it's car*

-> user car*

-> sabrinacarpenter dw babes i don't get this shit either

user oscar first win AND yn new music AND hard launches from the softest ppl ever??? has the universe finally decided to bless me???

user they were literally meant to be

user what happened to the shy versions of themselves oml

tatemcrae the hottest, most sincere, and talented celebrity couple rn

bsfuser and i was there to witness it all 😌

-> charlesleclerc so was i

-> bsfuser i was first tho

-> charlesleclerc fair enough

-> landonorris i was there the most

-> bsfuser i was their couple counsellor

-> landonorris i was their matchmaker

-> alexalbon NO YOU WERENT

-> bsfuser i was first to find out

-> landonorris no you werent

-> landonorris right? @oscarpiastri @ynuser

-> landonorris RIGHT????

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ynuser for u, ur first win, and to many more.

as an extra for u all, 'lowkey' is also out to show my progression from wanting to keep it a secret to having him make me scream his name <3 hope u love us as much as i do.

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user the caption???????????????????

user holy shit mother is mothering and father is fathering because never have i ever heard her make a track with sm detail about her partner in it...

-> user FR like where did the two of them go?? almost 8 months but they come back like they've aged a decade

-> user NO CAUSE WTF is 'suck a little dick in the bathroom, who that man with the big strong hands'???? miss yn??? are the both of u feeling okay????

-> user you'd think introvert + introvert = coma, but ig double negatives still apply here

dojacat bitch these tracks SLAP

user okay but osc's guns 👀

sza god, when will this shi happen to me?

mclaren All ur songs on repeat in the paddock.

-> mercedesamgf1 It's true, all the teams agreed

-> redbullracing (the only time we all agree)

user how tf did we get bashful yn and blushing osc to... this??

-> ynuser life's full of mysteries.

landonorris i miss the person i was before hearing these two songs...

-> georgerussell it's true, as big of a fan i am of the two of u, some things are meant to stay between ppl...

-> charlesleclerc i am not saying anything, which means i can get invited to the wedding, yeah?

-> ynuser yes.

-> oscarpiastri yes.

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a/n: as u can probably see, i lowkey gave up half way cause i never realised how much work this takes :,)

[junicult]

Uh so what would the bachelors react like if you ask them to go in raw for the first time? Sorry I’m curious and you’re an amazing writer :)

!! how the bachelors would react to wearing no protection

contains ; fem!farmer. established relationships. major nsfw. minors dni pleaseee!!! breeding kink. unprotected sex (obvi.) serious talk of children for a few. one mention of the word daddy pls don’t kill me. missionary / cowgirl. kitchen sex. creampie(s). cockwarming. praise!! minor degradation if u squint.

note ; ok freak i like u

harvey.

- he’s so addicted to health, and staying safe and whatnot,

- so it’s no surprise he prefers condoms.

- has literally never not worn a condom during sex. i’m being fr.

- and the only time he’d ever feel comfortable without wearing a condom is if you already had a conversation about children, and were both on the same page on wanting them.

- not to ruin your day if you were hoping otherwise 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

- cus if you asked him to without even talking about kids, i’m sorry but he won’t.

- he can’t be quick enough to pull out.

- but i can assure you, once the conversation has been had…ohh myyy godddd.

- first of all, he was baffled u wanted to have kids considering you’re so busy.

- mostly bc u mentioned it so randomly, while you were both lazily recapping your day in bed at night.

- “are you serious? with me?”

- he’s like…so smiley now.

- the next day he’s absolutely cheesin. grin on his cheeks, even while he’s in his office at work.

- helps you figure out ur ovulation schedule 🫡

- he’s a doctor. ofc it goes beyond just fucking u until it works.

- and when you’re finally ovulating…

- haha.

- he makes you a nice, fancy dinner just for the fun of it. also bc he loves pampering you.

- …and if he’s going to put his kids in u then he’s going to do it right!

- “i love you so much, y’mean everything to me.” hands all over your waist, lips hardly pulling away to murmur.

- he’s almost ravenous.

- he’s never been more affectionate. and that’s saying something.

- kissing you so much, mumbling so many words of praise so your ears go numb.

- and he’s not a huge fan of hickeys (probably thinks it’s more childish)

- but i can assure u this man’s lips are hardly leaving your neck.

- he’s prepping you like never before. on his fingers, mouth, ur cumming at least three times before he puts it in.

- it’s like a silent thank you. if ur letting him fuck you raw, the least he can do is make his own lube.

- literally asks, “are you sure you want me to?” after you’ve been begging for what felt like hours.

- kisses you so long, and so hard before he aligns himself.

- holds your hands, and he’s so slow and careful while he pushes in even though you’re used to him already.

- “finally get to do this…” he sighs, like he’s been waiting forever.

- which he literally has. he’s always wanted a family, so this is quite literally his dream lmfao.

- his head thrown forward, eyes pinched closed while you just cockwarm him for a sec because holy fuck this is what your cunt feels like, no obstructions.

- “oh my—nngh, you feel so good,” teeth seething while his breaths are already starting to stutter.

- he whimpers when he pulls his hips back.

- he’s honestly so indecisive. doesn’t know if he wants to kiss you, or watch you so he keeps just doing both.

- can’t help but look down at the sight of him sliding in and out of u.

- …and the creamy ring around the base of his cock🫡🫡

- and how you’re whining, “s’too much, ffuck y’too much,” just bc of rounds of overstimulation.

- but good for him bc there’s no way he can last that much longer.

- he never realized how good sex can feel without a condom.

- or maybe it’s bc u both know what the end goal is.

- u practically sob when he reaches his hand between ur bodies to rub your clit.

- “just let it out baby, i’m so close, fuck.”

- he cums so fucking much.

- he’s literally cumming for like 15 seconds straight.

- and despite that, he knows that won’t be the only time he’ll be cumming inside of you.

- good thing it takes multiple tries to make a baby.

sam.

- probably a spur of the moment decision.

- you’re both just way too horny to care enough.

- this man is clingy. he sometimes forgets that you’re extremely busy, and he likes to spend the majority of his time at least somewhere within the same vicinity as you.

- so if you have spent the last couple days way too busy to go see him, or for him to come see you,

- you better believe the moment you’re in his arms he’s not letting you go.

- “can’t believe you made me wait so long, missed you so much.” he’s pouting lmfao.

- acting like he hasn’t seen you in years.

- i mean, it’s depressing but he’s so used to being without his dad for so long and he hates it, so obviously he doesn’t like not seeing you for some time.

- burying his face in the crook of your neck while you cook at the stove.

- his hands are already feeling your stomach, rubbing your skin and tilting his head to the side to watch you work.

- needy sam needy sam needy saaaammmmm.

- he’s softly kissing your neck, gently wrapping himself tighter around you.

- and his hard-on is pressing into your thigh.

- but fuck it, you’re not even that hungry anyways.

- literally immediately turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in to make out with him.

- and he’s almost faster then you, pressing you into the cabinets, his skilled lips moving so quickly against yours. so desperately.

- he’s DEPRIVED.

- “been wanting you so bad. had to get off to just the thought of you last night, y’killin me,” into your ear after his teeth softly nip at your lobe.

- his hands reach down to slide under your thighs, lifting you into the counter.

- yes the stove is still on.

- but who cares about a fire hazard when you’re in love??

- slotting himself between your parted knees, lifting your dress just enough so he can reach his hand underneath your underwear.

- rubs ur clit before dipping his fingers into your cunt.

- “you’re soaked. missed me just as much, did you?”

-…licks his fingers…

- and that’s abt as much prep as ur gonna get for tn LMFAO.

- he’s already tugging down his pants, freeing his painfully hard cock from its restraint and already lining himself up at your entrance.

- he’s leaking with precum, so this step isn’t necessary but he still drags his tip between your folds to gather some more of your slick before he pushes in.

- it takes like five thrusts before he realizes.

- “fuck, i forgot a condom—“

- “i don’t care.” you murmur breathlessly, and in his mouth just before you pull him back in for a messy makeout.

- and that’s enough for him to not give a fuck either.

- because you’re so warm, and tight, and you feel so fucking good that he’s already forgetting all about it.

- VOCCAAAALLLL!!!!!!!

- literally each time he pushes back in he’s letting out a moan into your ear,

- a whiny little mess just because he hasn’t felt your pussy in two fucking days.

- he’s so pretty when he cums, and ik he’s cumming fast this time around.

- probably takes like two minutes.

- has to hold onto the cupboard, especially when your legs tie around the back of his waist and he’s immediately throwing his forehead onto your shoulder, panting while he cums inside of u.

- oh but he’s a gentleman.

- so give him a sec, and then he’s lowering himself to his knees to thank you for his impatience.

shane.

- AHHHH!!!!!

- he’s no stranger to going in raw, i’m gonna be fr.

- back in his glory days i’d say he’d wear condoms almost every time.

- there was the occasional, “both way too drunk to remember” situation, but that was only sometimes. and thankfully no mistakes 🫡

- but when it came to you, he always wore a condom.

- bc u guys definitely fucked before you were ever in a relationship, you had to have the STD and safe sex talk.

- and as your “situationship” grew, the more you realized you both were strictly just having sex with each other.

- you went from fucking, to catching feelings, to dating.

- so romantic.

- anyways, ur a busy woman, and he’s in zero position to be a father. he needs to work on himself before he can raise a whole living being.

- as he’s gotten older, he’s settled down tremendously. he’s learned to stop letting insecurities get in the way, and he recognizes the fact that you do genuinely love him as much as he loves you.

- so what i’m saying is, condoms were always in the picture.

- aside from the couple times you both accidentally forgot.

- which happens, y’know. but thankfully nothing came out of it when you weren’t ready, so you both went on with your lives.

- once again, i wanna say it was probably a spur of the moment decision.

- although, it was definitely on your mind for a while. you just didn’t mean to let it slip so easily like this.

- you’re already panting against his cheeks, shaking your head to stop him from reaching over into your nightstand to grab the rubber.

- “just forget it, don’t wear one. please, i need you so bad. need you right now.” you whine, already naked aside from your dress you only cared enough to ride up your chest.

- “what?” he’s breathless, and confused.

- “please, i’ve been waiting all day, just fuck me already.”

- that’s enough to fucking kill him.

- he’s already latching his lips onto yours, pulling his boxers down his legs and squeezing your hips in his palms.

- you’re already prepped, from his fingers, and the fact that you’ve been literally dripping all day.

- so he doesn’t waste any more time. he needs you just as much as you need him.

- lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders.

- “y’know just what to say to drive me crazy, don’t you?”

- he’s sighing when he finally bottoms out, just feeling you tighten around him for a sec before he even thinks to move.

- it’s not like he’s never felt this before, it’s just much different when it’s intentional and he’s actually in love with the person.

- hands squeezing your hips, thighs, chest, literally anything while he starts to pump in and out of you.

- lifts up the rest of your dress to watch the harsh bounce of your tits every time you meet his thrusts.

- he’s nearly moaning at this point, his breaths syncing with each move of his hips.

- “does it feel good? huh? c’mon, you can speak to me.” “am i fucking you stupid? needed me so badly you just couldn’t wait another second, hah.”

- fucking laughs when you hide your face behind your hands, because he knows he’s right.

- he loves biting.

- not enough to hurt you, or anything. just enough to make you whine.

- like biting your neck, ears, cheeks. don’t even get me started on ur chest or thighs.

- his pace is so quick and rough it has you digging your fingernails into his arms.

- he fucking loves when you get like this. almost makes him wanna deprive you for a few days, and see what’ll happen.

- “you gonna let me cum inside too, right? if you want me this fucking bad…”

sebastian.

- pullout method fs.

- mostly cus he’s definitely wasn’t ready to be a father, but also because he lovesss the sight of his cum on your stomach.

- …but he doesn’t usually wear a condom.

- i think this time it’s cus you’re already on some form of birth control, so you’ve never been adamant on telling him to wear them.

- if you did, however, he would of course. but it’s just never been like that.

- so i wanna say ur situation is a little different then just telling him he can fuck you raw.

- let’s say, realistically after you’ve been dating for years, and you’re probably newly married is when you start to think further into your relationship.

- when you first started dating, in zero way did he want kids. he wasn’t ready, had no idea what he was doing with his life, and he still lived in his parents basement.

- but now, since he’s a bit older, things have changed a little.

- “what if i stopped taking my birth control?” you ask, once again dropping the bomb during a moment of comfortable silence after already laying in bed together.

- he’s all ears, although he stays silent so you can further explain, “just because i’m tired of taking it, and we’re always safe anyways.”

- “yeah, if that’s what you want. sure.” he sounds nonchalant, but something changed in his mind.

- instead of fear, he was excited.

- it’s not like you got married without even a discussion of children in the future. when you talked about it a while ago, it was a mutual agreement that, “yeah, maybe one day, if it happens.”

- it was never a set in stone plan.

- so he has no idea why he got so excited, and why he couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks.

- it wasn’t until one night, already lovedrunk just from teasing all day, when he properly brings it up.

- “you stopped taking your birth control, right?”

- his lips dragging across your jaw, hips slowly moving in and out of you while you whine into his ear.

- “yeah,” you nod, hardly registering the conversation in your mind.

- “just cus’ you were getting tired? no other reason?” his warm breath fanning your ear, eyes lidded, hands pressing against the mattress beside your head.

- you’re so cockdrunk that you don’t even think about teasing, just immediately letting your thoughts spill from your mind.

- “nno, want you…wanna feel you cum inside me,”

- u abt made him bust right then and there tbh.

- u guys know i love inexperienced sebastian, and trust me, he’s still the same man but after he gets older, and he’s fucked you more times then he can possibly remember, he’s gonna get more confident.

- so he chuckles, pressing one kiss to your cheek before he moves to meet your eyes.

- “you wanna baby? is that it?”

- you nod weakly, already stupid from the slow drag of his cock that’s making your body simultaneously twitch each time he presses against that spot inside of you.

- “pleassee, sebby. don’t you think it’d be nice, having a family of our own?”

- your sweet, wide eyes and even sweeter voice makes him pick up his pace a bit.

- “it could be fun. you’d be a great mamma,”

- “and you’d be a great daddy.”

- “you think so?” his pace is quicker now, panting into your mouth just like you do to his. your arms wrapped around his neck, running your fingers through his soft hair.

- “there’s only one way to find out.”

alex.

- as an athlete, i feel like he’s another guy who likes to keep his health in balance.

- mental, physical, even sexual.

- so expect him to also be one to insist on wearing a condom. for a while, at least.

- especially when you’re in a particularly new relationship.

- but just because he thinks it’s best to wear a condom, doesn’t mean he doesn’t dream about not wearing one.

- cus every time he fingers you, his mind will never fail to think about how you’ll feel around his cock.

- the way you clench every time you gasp, and the way you’re just so wet and warm.

- but he also just kinda thought you preferred a condom too.

- so when you proposed the idea…

- your thighs positioned on either side of his hips, hands rubbing up and down his chest while he ran his hands up your waist.

- “you know i’m on birth control…right?” you randomly mumble, pulling away to blink your pretty little eyelashes down at him.

- he’s confused, cus where tf did that come from.

- y’all were just making out??

- “yeah…?” LMFAO.

- your eyes follow your fingers that circle his skin lazily, a subtle attempt at avoiding eye contact.

- “…you don’t have to wear a condom, then, if you don’t want to.”

- it’s the way you’re speaking that just confirms the thought has been on your mind for so long.

- he kinda just stares at u for a sec, before chuckling and sliding his hands down your thighs to rub them.

- “where’s this coming from, baby?”

- “i dunno…i was just thinking. doesn’t it kinda desensitize you, a little…?”

- sounds to him like it desensitizes you.

- “hm, not really. i think you feel amazing. i always cum, don’t i?”

- he almost grins at the slow, defeated nod you give like he isn’t just teasing you.

- he may be a himbo, but he’s not THAT stupid. he knows exactly what you’re hinting at.

- “just tell me if you want me to take it off, baby. you know i’d do whatever you want.”

- and i’d like to say next time u have sex he doesn’t wear a condom…but ur already abt to have sex so it doesn’t take long.

- in this exact position.

- lazy, slow sex where ur both too horny to even bother taking off all ur clothes😇

- you’re still wearing your shirt, and underwear he pushes aside. he hardly takes off his boxers, only enough to spring his half-hardened cock free.

- despite this not being his favorite position, nothing beats the way your face clenches when you try to lower yourself on his length.

- especially when ur kinda unprepared, but you’re still too eager to even give him the time of day to prep u.

- “just take it slow, baby. i’m right here,” sliding his hands up your waist and watches you.

- brings his thumb down to slowly rub ur clit <3

- it’s like ur trying to kill him by going so slow, especially since this is a new sensation.

- …when ur more warmed up he’s gonna take the lead.

- i’m sorry, he’s impatient.

- “sorry, sweetheart. y’just feel too good…” while he’s holding your hips still and thrusting into you.

- snakes his hand underneath ur shirt to squeeze ur boobs lol

- he’s groaning, throwing his head back against the pillows because fuck, you were onto something.

- this feels so fucking good.

- he has too much stamina to stay in this position for long.

- even though it’s extremely attractive, watching you take him like that, he still flips you over and is propping you on ur hands and knees before u have time to even register what happened.

- he’ll fuck you like that until ur face is buried in the pillows, back arched as far as he forces it to and you’re panting like a bitch in heat.

- unfortunately he pulls out just in time to cum on your back.

- “haah, i can see why you’ve been wanting to do that for a while. why don’t we go again, sweetheart?”

elliot.

- he’s so sickeningly sweet.

- he genuinely wants whatever you want.

- if you’re on any form of birth control, and you feel pretty impartial about children at this point in your life, but you still want him to wear a condom,

- then of course he is. no complaints.

if you come to him, whining about the feeling of condoms and that you want him to get rid of them,

- then he’s getting rid of them. no complaints.

- he genuinely has no issue with either. whatever makes you happy and comfortable makes him happy and comfortable.

- that being said….

- i feel like elliot prefers no condoms. lol.

- will he vocalize that to you if you prefer them? absolutely not. he doesn’t want you feeling pressured to do anything you don’t want to.

- it’s the closeness that makes him so much more excited. the feeling of being that connected to you.

- and the fact that ur cunt is just so warm and perfect.

- he’s sitting at his desk, tired, lost with inspiration while his forehead rests in his hand.

- his eyelids are lowered and lazy due to the hours he’s spent in his painful, rickety chair.

- he’s got his hair tied in a messy, loose bun, dark rimmed glasses low on his nose before he takes one deep breath and leans back in annoyance.

- “sweetheart, you’re torturing yourself. come to bed. please.”

- it’s your sweet, honied voice that lures him back into his fantasy land, causing him to turn his head and see your pretty frame right next to him.

- in one of those gorgeous nightgowns you don’t wear often, silk to the touch and smooth against your body.

- “i know, i’m sorry, my love. i’ll be there soon, i promise.”

- it’s a broken promise, because he said it earlier and the tone never changed.

- which is probably why you sigh, taking steps closer to him until you can wrap your arms around his neck and get so close to rest your chin on his shoulder.

- “need me to get you anything?”

- “oh, no honey. get some rest, i won’t be long at all.”

- but he knows you won’t listen, especially when you move around him and carefully slot one of your legs over his, positioning yourself on his lap.

- you’re pressing light kisses against his jaw, sprinkling them down to his neck like you know he loves.

- his hands are already around your waist, tilting his head to the side to give you more room on his skin.

- he wishes he had self control when it comes it you, but unfortunately, here his is.

- it doesn’t take long before your slowly grinding against his already hard cock underneath his pants.

- you’re pushing ur panties aside, and he’s stuffing his pants down just enough to free his erection.

- “look what you do to me, baby.”

- it could go both ways, honestly.

- you know he’s addicted to prepping you. will take hours just fingering you through orgasm after orgasm, but now you’re both just too horny to care.

- cockwarming 🙏

- it’s his favorite whenever you’re just so horny, and he’s busy.

- “just give me a minute, princess. you can be patient, right?” while he’s fully inside of you and you’re already whimpering.

- he loves the slow nod you give him, and his hands wrap around your waist to keep you still.

- may pretend like he’s suddenly cured of his writers block, but really he’s just as distracted as you are.

- can’t stop thinking about how you keep clenching down on him, and how you think you’re being discreet but you’re so obviously lifting your hips to move.

- eventually he’ll give up though, much quicker then he anticipated.

- “my pretty girl, so deprived? always needs me so badly, don’t you?”

- non-stop kissing u.

- cupping your cheek, allowing you to bounce on him freely until you become too tired.

- he’ll gladly take it away for you.

- and when he finally cums, he doesn’t even bother pulling out.

- why don’t you just sit there for a minute too, letting him finish his work while he grows soft inside of u.

[pwacifistxo]

“your my dream girl” ✮ — Manjiro Sano → tokyo revengers. F!reader

༘⋆ In which mikey can’t keep his eyes off you .ᐟ (he’s so cute pls)

tw: swearing.

⋆ “Sometimes i wondered how i ended up dating him. Him who is a gang leader, him who eats a lot and is childish, Mikey. Don’t get me wrong, l love him more than anything in this cruel world. But now that I think of it, sitting alone in my bedroom at 2 am because my mind is still awake, it actually baffles me more than anything, you know? It just didn’t feel real. No it felt surreal. God he was such a pain but he was the sweetest boy when it came to me so it didn’t matter right?”

— The faint glow of the moonlight from your window emanated a silver glow onto the room you dwelled in, the clock beside your exhausted form on the nightstand read ‘4:30 am’ now. Seriously you were thinking so much you didn’t realise how late it had gotten. Fuck your mind was killing you, can’t you just fall asleep already?!

ring ring .ᐟ

The familiar sound of your phone vibrating almost immediately dragged you out of your thoughts making you jump and sit upright, sighing heavily as you looked around for your phone until you realised you were laying on it.

With a dramatic groan you ran your fingers through your messy hair and your droopy pupils drifted to the bright screen and the familiar name that read ‘mickey mouse<3’

Why in the hell was he face timing you at this hour? You shouldn’t even be surprised because it was so typical of him to do shit like this. He also sent 80 more messages.

You got up and made your way to the bathroom setting your phone on the shelf near your sink, answering it in the process of tying your hair back because you might aswell get ready for school right?

(After brushing and washing your face) As you were setting up all the products you needed your gaze flickered to him and he had the biggest grin on his face, like a child who had just gotten an overload of candy for Halloween.

“Y/n!” Mikey squealed and you grimaced turning down the volume of your phone because he was being too loud and it echoed in your bathroom.

“so loud— my parents are asleep y’know?” I whisper yelled but I couldn’t help the smile that creeped up on my face at just his excitement on seeing me when he did everyday.

“I missed you thoughh” He whined dragging out his words, but he obliged his voice quieting just as you told him, watching as you organised your stuff.

“I missed you too, I expected you to be asleep though. It’s really early.” You mumbled obviously focused on making sure your stuff were in the right place since you had a lot of time to get ready.

“came back from doing gang shit.” He joked and you just now noticed that he was wearing his toman jacket that draped over his shoulders on top of the white loose shirt he wore.

“Fantastic way to put it.” You replied sarcastically laughing softly at his childishness as you observed him throw up gang signs to the camera. Your focus however returned back to doing your skin care, gently rubbing the condiments onto your face your eyes fixated on the mirror.

‘5:06 am’

Silence, just silence could be heard right now as you were brushing your hair in the mirror. Your eyebrows furrowed at the odd change but you brushed it off not expecting anything of it, maybe he went to sleep? You couldn’t be bothered to check right now.

“5:20 am”

Wait, it was getting really weird, if he was asleep you would hear the quiet snores seeping through your phone speaker. That’s what your thoughts told you. You weren’t worried; more like concerned, they were pretty much the same words but concerned just sounded better in this situation.

“5:40 am”

Okay seriously, what the fuck was he doing that got him so quiet like that. Your curiosity got the best of you and you set down the serum you were previously using on your face. Glancing at the bright screen.

Was he sleeping? No. Eating dorayaki? No. Annoying Emma for fun while she was sleeping? No. His void-less eyes were staring straight into the depths of your soul through the camera. His blonde locks falling over his face. He must’ve untied his hair while I was busy.

You couldn’t tell what he was thinking or how he was feeling, his face was pretty much blank but after you called his name a few times to regain his attention you instantly noticed his soft lips twisting up into an adoring smile.

Oh, he was admiring you this entire time.

“You’re creepy.” You muttered adjusting your phone to an angle in which it wouldn’t fall.

“You’re beautiful.” He replied his voice increasing in volume slightly almost like he wanted me to hear his exact words.

“I love you.” You said breaking out of character instantly, your eyes softening, knowing you couldn’t keep on with your sarcastic comments because he always knew how to bring out the best in you

“I love you more y/n, lemme pick you up yeah?” Mikey said not even bothering to grab his hair tie as he immediately got up and grabbed his device quietly stepping out of his room careful not to wake up his grandpa or his sister.

You nodded, humming in response so he knew you had agreed holding your own phone and returning to your room not forgetting to switch off the light of your bathroom.

You watched inaudibly as he puckered his lips and pressed a kiss on the camera before ending the call before you could even react or utter a word left with the nostalgic feeling of butterflies he only gave you that blossomed inside of you. —

꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ — ˗ˋˏ All While Mikey was rushing out of the door, not caring about his disheveled look to go pick up his girl. ˎˊ˗

༘⋆ thank you for reading lovelies! Enjoy your day and remember to eat, drink and get rest. <33

[party-fic]

MR x reader headcanons. Pls!! Very normal about him!! Thank you :] -🪼

THE ROCK?/hvyj Dw I got you its gonna be semi humanized MR. I am sorry if you wanted full Rock.

☆⤍MR x Reader Headcannons⤌☆

☆⤍ MR craves a partner with complete, unwavering devotion. They’d return it fully, but for him, it’s essential to be the sole star in someone’s sky.

☆⤍ Dates with MR are wildly varied—anything from exploring untouched realms even the Elevator can’t reach, to cozy nights at home, reading and snuggling on the couch.

☆⤍ Physically: He’s solid as rock, Literally. Not the most comfortable for cuddling, but if you’re fine with sleeping on basically ground, he’s the best snuggle buddy.

☆⤍ In his semi human form, he’s towering. Like Folly, his favorite public pastime is lurking ominously behind you, leaving bystanders unsettled.

☆⤍ He’s not fond of public spaces, though. He’ll only go if it’s absolutely necessary—or if you ask.

☆⤍ Worryingly quiet for long stretches. For a giant, walking rock, he has the footstep of a mouse, and he swears on his cursed form he doesn’t mean to scare you when he appears behind you.

☆⤍ He isn’t alive in the conventional sense, so things like eating, drinking, and breathing aren’t necessary.

☆⤍ Similar to Folly, MR likes to watch you in silence—it’s his "love language." You’ll always have his company, even if you don’t realize it until the last minute.

☆⤍ Funny note: You’re the only one allowed to lean on him in full rock form. Terrifies and baffles anyone who sees. The first time you did, he nearly poofed you home just to maintain appearances.

☆⤍ Many would kill for leverage over MR, so you’re rarely truly “alone.” To keep you safe, he stays close, in one form or another.

☆⤍ He’s open about his identity and beliefs but keeps certain… darker parts of his life hidden to spare you unnecessary worry.

☆⤍ You’ll need to be okay with 99% of elevator occupants avoiding you. Few know you’re with MR, but he’s friendly toward you, so by association, you’re bad news.

☆⤍ No one, not even you, knows the full extent of his powers. You do know he was once stronger, before… whatever happened. He doesn’t like to discuss it.

☆⤍ You’ve been unofficially uninvited from every Poob party. Sorry. MR says you shouldn’t worry about a traitor anyway.

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG POOKIE. Please let me know if want like a non humanized version.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

I HAVE ALL THE CHAD THOUGHTS READY

first one, can i PLS have a blurb about in scream 5 when chad gets stabbed in the backyard, reader goes outside and sees it, losers her shit, and has to be pulled away from him (kinda similar to the one scene in scream 6)

Warnings: stabbing, blood

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Initially, the party was a memorial for Wes. Everyone quickly forgot after a few beers — and shots —, though, acting like it was a regular party. Music was blasting, people were laughing and making out as if there wasn’t a masked killer on the loose.

Did they all forget what happened in 1996 and 2011?

You seemed to have forgotten too because your mouth was on Chad’s, making out on Amber’s couch.

Neither of you were insensitive to Wes’ death. People just mourn differently. Wes and Chad had been friends since middle school, his death had affected him more than a lot of people present tonight. Although he came here to celebrate his friend, he was tired of being sad and needed a distraction and comfort, which he all found in you.

There was no rush as you kissed, just gentle caresses and tender touches. Chad’s hands were on your waist, fingers slipping underneath the bottom of your shirt. You would rather have his hands groping you under your clothes, but you had to keep it PG-13.

He trailed his lips down to your neck, causing your fingers to curl into the material of his shirt. ‘’Want to go upstairs?’’

‘’Like…upstairs?’’ Chad questioned, halting his kisses.

You nodded, closing the gap between your lips again. Strangely, Chad didn’t kiss back.

He gently pushed you away. ‘’Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ll have to pass on that tonight.’’ His hands rubbed over your thighs, wishing tonight was just a regular party.

You laughed, sitting back on his lap. ‘’Why? You think I’m the killer?’’

Beneath you, Chad baffled. ‘’No no no!’’ he quickly said, then pulled you close again. ‘’Look, usually I would be all in for going upstairs, but tonight is different. According to Mindy’s Stab rules, people who have sex at parties are more likely to get killed and I kind of don’t want to die. I’m also a legacy, which makes me one of the targets. I’d rather not take the risk.’’

‘’We could lock the door. Stay there all night. Amber’s parents won’t be back until tomorrow.’’ You dragged your finger along his jaw and down the column of his throat, trying to get him to change his mind.

‘’The safest option is to be down here, with all the people—’’ Chad insisted, but you put your sulking face on and got off him. ‘’Where are you going?’’

‘’Getting some air.’’

After sending five messages in the span of twenty minutes and not getting a reply from you, Chad decided to go look for you outside. It wasn’t safe to go by himself — another of Mindy’s Stab rules —, but you were his girlfriend and he was worried.

Candlestick stick in hand, he ventured into the darker part of the backyard. ‘’Y/N?’’ he called into the dark.

Chad wasn’t easily spooked, but right now he didn’t feel comfortable. With the recent events with Tara, and Wes and his mom, he couldn’t be blamed for being a little scared of shadows and dark places.

He called your name again, and his phone beeped with a new message. Chad reached for it and drew his eyebrows as he read. Come find me, it said with a like of your localisation. Without thinking twice, he clicked on the link and let his phone take him to you.

Playing games of hide and seek was nothing new for you and Chad, but you were never that cryptic. It was usually just a picture of something at your location and him to find you. This was a trap.

He let his phone lead you to you, relief washing over him when seeing you were fine. He put his hand on your shoulder and your heart almost jumped out of your chest thinking it was the killer. ‘’Finally!’’

‘’Fuck, Chad, you scared me!’’ You hit his chest, but he didn’t react.

‘’What’s the weird message of sending me your localisation?’’

Confusion formed on your face. ‘’What? I didn't send you my localisation. My phone is at 1% battery, it's basically dead.’’

‘’Then who—’’ Chad's question was quickly answered as ghostface emerged from the trees and a scream - - from your throat.

Chad quickly turned around and tried to hit the masked killer with his candleholder, but ghostface stabbed his knife right into his thigh. It was Chad’s turn to scream — of pain, this time.

‘’Chad!’’

He aimed again with the candleholder, hitting ghostface right in the face.

Getting away would have been the smartest idea, but you couldn’t leave Chad there. Once the person was tackled to the ground, you grabbed Chad’s hand and dragged him away, running and limping through the excruciating pain in his bleeding thigh.

It was a matter of time before ghostface would get back up and go after you again. You have seen enough Stab movies to know they always get back up.

You kept running, trying to reach Amber's house before he caught up to you, but Chad was slowing down. ‘’Come on, babe. We’ve almost reached the back porch.’’

You caught him as he was about to fall, helping him stay up and supporting him all the way to the house. It was difficult, Chad's bodyweight being much heavier than yours, but you made it.

Unfortunately, ghostface made it too and stabbed Chad’s shoulder, the abruptness of the knife making him topple forward on the lawn.

Screams from the partiers on the back porch echoed, yet no one came to help as ghostface kept stabbing your boyfriend. Fucking assholes.

You tried to fight back, but the killer stabbed your lower stomach. Blood seeped through your shirt rapidly, your hands automatically coming over the wound.

‘’Help!’’ you screamed desperately, looking back at your classmates.

One of them kicked into action and a pair of arms pulled you back from Chad.

‘’No! Help him!’’ You struggled against their restrain, trying to get back to Chad. ‘’Chad!’’ you screamed with tears streaming down your face as ghostface stabbed him again and again and again. 

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[firesign-18]

I would love to hear your thoughts on ch431 if you're willing to share, especially since better translations are finally out! Also, I guess since I'm curious too, would it affect ISYH in any way?

Hahahaha SO I had written a big spiel for the notes of chapter 47 and talked myself out of it but, just for you, okay!

One bit of disclosure - I originally really liked IzuOcha but the increasingly one-sided nature of it, and the rise of tgck, made me very indifferent about it. So maybe I’m less inherently hostile to it.

So anyway, here’s what I wrote at the time…

Probably an unpopular opinion (pls don’t shout at me 🤣) but to be honest, I didn’t hate it - it was largely what I expected from the ending the moment Himiko’s death was confirmed, and I was so pleased to get a lot more on the QCP work Ochako was leading alongside more on her relationship with Himiko (some people got very vexed about her referring to Himiko as almost like a vestige, but it makes a lot of sense! How tragic but moving that Himiko is still so close to her heart after all this time 🥹). What’s sad, though, is togachako as a ship was truly so queer (and BkDk too, though in my personal view that’s a bit less clear cut from a romantic POV than our girls, despite the way the boys are utterly obsessed with each other) and a lot of younger fans in particular seem to be really struggling with the Shonen archetype of queer build up and no pay off. It’s frustrating for those of us who are queer, of course it is, and with this in particular IMO it all directly stems from the decision to kill Himiko. She lives and a multitude of possibilities emerge. If only we’d stop burying queer characters FOR plot purposes then maybe we could have them fulfil even greater purpose IN our plots.

I also would have liked to have seen Katsuki smile but the translations coming out since the official version dropped have, IMO at least, softened the conversation between him and Izuku in the car and that made me less confused and sad about that too. Ultimately Izuku has a right to choose the path that makes most sense to him as an adult in his mid-20s - he doesn’t have to remain the wide-eyed 16 y/o who thought Kacchan was perfect forever, but it would have been nice to have seen a bit more of that kid coming through. E.g., I would have liked him to have countered Katsuki’s sidekick offer by saying uh no we’re going to compete and chase each other for the rest of our lives, so get ready No.15 for me to be the most kick-ass part-time hero ever and rocket up the rankings!

I also am a bit baffled at how little change there is in hero society, but hey, that was a problem with the entire ending and not just with 431. As you can tell, that’s one thing I am trying hard to fix in my wee story.

However, one thing that is beyond repute - adult Ochako is an absolute smoke show, so at least there’s something for us all to agree on! 😍

What did YOU think @evelynpr ??

I’m writing a little comphet fic on the side about it that I’m really enjoying - will hopefully get it out next week at some point 🤪

[he11swinter]

i love asking these

to Horace and Ryan!! no sure sure if you guys are a big fan of hugs, especially Horace cus youd probably just throw me, but can i get a hug from u guys? im in a rlly bad mood rn!! (just don't kill me pretty pls :3)

Horace and Ryan say:

Ryan’s eyes dart to the side—and up!—in panic of being put on the spot. He’s looking at Horace, whose arms cross with a scoff, looking nowhere close to a wanting to give you a hug. The stance practically dares you to try…just to see how far your body will fly.

“Probably?” Horace whispers, baffled.

Now, Ryan hisses. “Oh, no, I don’t think you’ll want to hug me, either. I mean, I don’t want to hurt you, but oh, y’know, I…don’t play nice with others.”

Secretly, though, it’s been years since someone’s shown him kindness and he doesn’t know how to react to it. He wishes he could say yes.

[feuqueerfire]

Never Let Me Go Ep 6 Live Blogging

I have to leave for uni before this starts airing and have classes until 1.5 hours after it stops airing T.T I’ll try to watch some of it in the 2 hours I have before my next class after that (technically that’s enough time to watch the whole thing twice but it took me like 4 hours to watch Ep 5 lmao)

Read the r/boyslove on-air thread while on the bus bc i couldn’t watch the show while it was airing and at first people’s thoughts on ben were really pissing me off but then i read more and a lot of the comments with fewer upvotes reflected my feelings about the ben and nueng and coming out situation so i feel less irritated ig

Episode 6: Escape

6-1

Beautiful Phuwin in his dark green collared shirt that shows off his necklace

Lol the person talking with Palm and then Palm’s mom is cute and funny lol

The “which one of you is Palm?” seriously kills me

Oh they’re just gonna tell Palm’s mom that they’re here for vacay interesting

Plsss gave Palm, Neung, and me all a heart attack when she suggested Palm and Neung might have same father

Aw Palm 😭 his mother complaining and him being like “If we’re too much of a burden to you, we can go” poor guy

6-2

Linguistics: Palm’s mom uses gu-meung with them (like Chpper’s dad)

Neung outright said that Uncle Kit probably behind the attack, so that makes me think no?

Girl “will you tell your mom about our relationship?” And the immediate “What is our relationship?” Like my goodness and Neung being like about working for my family while Palm was definitely hoping for something else rip

Linguistics: Palm back to using Neung instead of Khun Neung but this time he seems to really want to and is using the title to his full advantage “Ai’Neung, you should go take a shower first” and then the -krab coming back when he says he was just practicing

Palm’s mom putting Neung to work and shutting down his advice. Neung character development era incoming as she treats him in a way others don’t

Lmfao they’re putting Phuwin’s English to good use with this show

Pls not Neung and Wu conversing in Mandarin while their bfs Palm and David just stand and stare

Neung’s eyes lasering in on the guys holding hands in public

Pls this scolding in Mandarin

That kiss convo smhhh I should rewatch and comment on it again when I have time

Rewatch: Palm insinuates and Neung accepts that the kiss was just part of Palm doing his job and trying to make Neung feel better rip but Neung's clearly disappointed about it and tells Palm to go that far again to make him feel better because "A kiss is special. It's meaningful."

6-3

please I think Neung always making Palm tell the sellers that food is delicious (the roti something from that uncle and now the Khua Kling from Tam) "Is it delicious?" "Yes." "Don't tell me, tell [seller]"

Palm obsessed with how Neung's lips look after eating the spicy food

Palm's mom catching on that there's something off about how Palm interacts with Neung and being like hmm are y'all dating

Palm's mom being baffled by the incredulous situation first but also saying some harsh truths like "what happens if Palm gets caught in the crossfire?" "If Palm dies, they'll just find someone to replace him." but also hits at Palm's weak point of only being considered a servant

6-4

oh interesting dynamic "I don't have money. Can you praise me for my effort?" "No. If you want to wow me, it has to be more special than this."

Neung's self-pitying is a wild ride "my life is worse than the cowherd and the weaver"

Neung getting irritated about Palm bringing him to a place where Tam's bf brought her when he's not Palm's bf and also getting irritated that Palm has to carry around a gun bc of his duty

bruhhh not Neung being like I’ll buy this beach so that it doesn’t get overrun by tourists like oh you’re such an asshole rich city kid

oh? Neung, you only show the side of yourself to Palm that you want him to see? And why is this side including your romantic side now? heh

lmfao no way Palm said “so you’re only showing me your good side? because that’s the only side I see” like be serious Palm, he’s in fact showing you soooo many of his flaws. You seem to like him despite them

Got spoiled on before watching:

just a few moments from preview of last ep and a few screenshots on twitter but nothing much

Overall Thoughts:

lmfao interesting choice of episode right after these kids’ parents got shot at. No worrying sick, no Neung losing his shit? 

Seems like we’ll get back to the events of that and aftermath (people wondering where Neung is) in the next episode. This was just the ‘escape away from the city’ beach episode that’s in like nearly every BL and sometimes they progress things a lot emotionally but I don’t necessarily think that they did that this episode, either? They had touching conversations in the last part when they spent time at the scenic locations but they’ve had conversations about love and romance before too. 

idk I feel like going away, meeting Palm’s mom, some heart-to-hearts could’ve been like half an episode and we could’ve gotten something else for the latter 20 minutes of the show? It’s just a really slowing of the pace after last ep had a whooole bunch of stuff happening. Not really a terrible ep or anything but not a fave.

Actually I know what would’ve made the episode better: A transition in how they treat each other or their dynamic. In Bad Buddy, even though I thought the beach eps were boring, they provided crucial relationship development and the change in scenery was significant. Here, if Palm went and started dropping to gu-meung and Neung for the whole time instead of just in front of his mom, if they got to a more equal ground away from Neung’s family, I would’ve liked it more. Instead, we still have Khun Neung krab when they’re alone and Palm focusing on protecting Neung. We do have some semblence of change in their personal characters though because Palm’s more open now where he knows how things go, rather than under his dad and Neung’s family’s thumb whereas Neung doesn’t know much about this life.

Nueng, not Neung: bruhhh I just understood why people keep calling him Noong or Noo-ang and stuff instead of how his name’s pronounced. I just read the name to be how I would type it based on how it’s pronounced but that’s not correct ahh

Fave Scene:

idk, nothing super stood out. maybe that one part where Palm called him Ai’Nueng 

Posts I made

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Most viewers that I saw per part during the premiere:

1: ? || 2:10k || 3:15k || 4:18k

12 hours later 

Aw fuck I forgot, so here it is 35 hours later

Part 1: 916k || 2: 633k || 3: 591k || 4: 676k

Avg: 704k

Views Tracking (just because I’m curious): 

The day after NLMG release, so 8 days instead of just a week later

Ep 1 - 1: 1.970M (173k) || Avg: 1.261M (+108k) || Max Part: 1

Ep 2 - 1: 1.272M (+103k) || Avg: 1.017M (+88k) || Max Part: 1

Ep 3 - 1: 1.080M (+105k) || Avg: 935k +(96k) || Max Part: 1

Ep 4 - 1: 1.301M (+159k) || Avg: 998k (+140k) || Max Part: 1

Ep 5 - 1: 1.073M || Avg: 937k || Max Part: 1 (also part 3 with kiss has 1.044M)

[hyunverse]

ur so right that totally makes sense. i am such a hopeless romantic and i swear that’s one of the things that makes me so attracted to hyunjin. like he’s just so emotionally intelligent yk ?? he just gets it. and i love that he shows his love for things (love itself specifically) through his artwork. i’ve always done the same so it’s so nice to have an idol that i feel like is so similar to me yk? he’s 100% a man written by a woman

okay it’s also wednesday where i am and i’m in the est time zone so we’re or 13 hours apart i think ??? i know absolutely nothing about time zones but i know that’s in the uk LOL (which is so cool btw. i have a lot of family in the uk bc my dad is an immigrant from australia and his parents were immigrants from the uk and malta) ALSO so cool you’re also an older sibling, how many siblings do you have? i have two bio and three half ^_^ and def never hurts to ask imo 😏 skz is skz 😏

you made me blush 🤭🤭 i feel like i could talk to you about anything too. even tho we literally just met i’m already so comfy w you. what’s ur zodiac sign ?? that always makes more sense for me when i get along so well w ppl >:)

AND YES CAN WE PLS TALK ABOUT HYUNJIN W THE PIERCINGS 😩. listen, edited or not, the tongue piercing is gonna do it for me every time. and then. the surprise belly button one. dude. i screamed. AND STRAWBERRY BLONDE MINHO PLS BRING IT HERE. and yes seungmin at mama awards was so good like we need to see more forehead from him. it always makes him look older i feel like, which is such a good thing bc i can find him sexy instead of just absolutely adorable. in the recent racha vlog w the maknaes, i was actually baffled at how effortlessly perfect seungs hair is. like he just flicks it back and it looks like it took 45 mins to style it ??? how ??? and why not me ??? blue hyune and seungmin would kill me. but i will say, if we got blue han again…. i don’t think i’d survive. like genuinely i would pass out. and yes let’s pls go on a little expedition and raid all their shampoo so we can get what we want 😇😇😇

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ME TOO STOP I'M LIKE, THE BIGGEST HOPELESS ROMANTIC I KNOW LOL i'm the type to write love letters and i feel like hyunjin would get me. i long to receive love letters tbh ☹️ i've never received flowers. i've never received even a love note without having to beg for it and it SUCKS. so i decided to screw men and stan hwang hyunjin instead <3 call me a girlboss or wtv!!!

13 HOURS APART??? i'll cry RN. me and my beloved moots always have such huge timezone difference, not u too my love </3 the universe is unfair </3 ooo is it snowing rn where u are? my british oomfs' places r snowing and god, it seems so magical to me. malaysia doesn't experience the four seasons, so i've never experienced neither winter or autumn lol. alwaaays summer here. i've always dreamt of studying in the uk, oxford or cambridge specifically. hopefully i'll get to one day! reaaaally wanna experience snow hehe. i have two siblings!! a little brother and a little sister. they are a pain in my ass but i'd give my kidney to them tbh. u have quite a lot of siblings omg T_T how do u cope T_T

AAA I'M SOFTT U R SO CUTE <3__<3 i'm a leo! i'm not really one to believe in astrology but i will listen 2 any of ur rambles abt it hehe.

NO CS LIKE WHEN I SAW THE BELLY BUTTON PIERCING. I. HAD. TO. PAUSE. WAS FLABBERGASTED AND STARING AT THE SCREEN LIKE? HWANG HYUNJIN? WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOUR? JHDNJHBD AND it's so funny that ure mentioning seungmin's forehead too cs like, jokingly (maybe not really jokingly) i put "i want to see more of seungmin's forehead" as my new years resolution ^__^ it's a valid resolution ok. i gotta do what i gotta do 🤓 the racha log was so heart-warming 🥹 just our boys being boys. playing games together. super duper wholesome, i melted at the sight, especially jeongin 🥹 baby bread just eating some fries while playing. so so endearing. ure right, seungmin's hair is effortlessly beautiful. wonder how it would be like to run my fingers through his hair. . . 💭 lets go im driving to da cuties dorm and we are gonna blast skz the whole time, baby!

[genshin-impact-imagines]

Request summary: Y/n has a commission & Xiao decides to go with them, since he wanted to be with them. Y/n ends up fighting solo while Xiao sits nearby getting bored watching them, (Y/n wanted to solo!) Xiao decided to help a bit, but ends up one shotting the target.

Aaa baby I’m sorry this took forever but I hope it was worth the wait @senkuwu-chan

Xiao

“Y/n, what’s your commissions today?” Xiao asked curiously

He watched you as you got ready for your day, his head tilted slightly as he admired you

“It’s just one today, a stonehide lawachurl” You said casually, as if it’s everyday you fight one

Xiao suddenly sat up and started getting dressed himself, you looked at him baffled. “Xiao sweetie, what’re you doing?”

“I’m coming with you” He simply said, leaving you even more confused

“Why? Xiao, I’ll be alright. I promise to come back home to you” You softly said, cupping his face

Xiao blushed as he gently moved your hands from his face, feeling flustered. “I know you always will, I want to go” He said

“Fine, only on one condition though, you can’t interfere with my commission” You sternly said

Xiao looked like he was deep in thought before he finally agreed, “At least if things do go wrong I’ll protect you”

Y’all just call Zhongli to make a contract it’ll be easier than negotiating with him

After getting your belongings you finally headed out to complete your commission, Xiao carried your stuff despite your protests

“We’re nearly there, be careful it could anywhere” You said, standing in front of Xiao to protect him

Xiao smiled softly at you before he snapped out of it. “I’ll go find it, stay here”

You pouted and grabbed him softly. “No, that’s going against my condition for letting you come. Stay behind me while I work, please”

Xiao did as you asked, he moved back and stayed close behind you. In no time you managed to find the giant stonehide lawachurl, and immediately began attacking it

Xiao sat on a nearby rock as he watched you beat its ass, but stayed on high alert at all times

He can’t and won’t let the love of his life get hurt

Xiao trust you, and knows how strong you are, yet he was beginning to feel irritated sitting down while you’re fighting

He knows he shouldn’t break the condition you said, he really does

But he can’t sit down any longer

Xiao gets up, deciding to help you, unfortunately he underestimated his strength

And one hit the lawachurl, killing it instantly

Oh no

“Xiao!” You whine, pouting at him

Xiao was stunned for a second, before he realised what he had done

“I’m sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to hit it that hard” he apologised

Without saying anything you suddenly started walking away from Xiao, leaving him baffled

He knew you’d be upset but he didn’t know you would ignore him like this

“Y/n” He called after you, but you still didn’t respond

Pls don’t ignore Xiao it physically hurts him

Still being petty you ignored him and made your way to Wangshu Inn, Xiao followed you as you walked in silence

“Y/n” He said again, still no response from you

“Hey, stop ignoring me!” He growled

You shivered at his tone but still continued to ignore him, your pettiness slightly fading away

“Fine I’ll s- Xiao?” You looked back to see he was gone

Maybe you overreacted a bit

You still continued your way but suddenly stopped when Xiao appeared in front of you

Before you could apologise, Xiao wrapped his arms around you tightly, whispering ‘sorry’

You reassured him he did nothing wrong, then treated him to almond tofu which he deserved

Sfw requests are open!

Taglist: @senkuwu-chan

[pantoneyoongi]

like she’s the only girl you’ve ever seen

title ; like she’s the only girl you’ve ever seen you are slowly killing me

notes ; 

part of the till the night is over drabble series. drabbles are not released in chronological order, but the masterlist is set up as chronologically as possible. :)

title is from olivia o’brien’s “hate u love u”

word count ; 1.8k

tags ; college!au, angst, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

you stare blankly at the photo of jungkook that is currently lighting up your phone. quite frankly, you don’t know what to think about a jungkook that calls at a normal hour of day - he so rarely does. it occurs to you that you should probably pick up before it hits voicemail, answering with a slightly confused, “hello?” 

“hello,” he sings, and you can hear faint noise in the background, but nothing distinguishable. “quick question. what kinda snacks do you like?” 

you blink a couple times. “huh?” 

“snacks,” jungkook repeats. “what’s your favorite? chips? pretzels? pick your poison, buttercup.” 

“uh,” you say dumbly. “i don’t know. sour cream and onion? the lays one, not that off-brand shit.” 

jungkook snickers. you can hear him rifling through bags at the grocery store, the shopping cart wheels squeaking every now and then. “whatever you say, princess.” 

you scowl, though still a little baffled that he called you for this. then you remember that tomorrow is his party - a little get together for all your friends who have come back home for summer break. his girlfriend is coming too - meeting yugyeom and jamie for the first time, since they’re the only two who don’t attend your college. 

wait. why did he call you and not jisoo? 

the thought is brief, fleeting - because you toss it out just as soon as it comes. dwelling on it will only cause problems. 

you clear your throat. “are you stocking up for tomorrow?” 

“yep,” he answers cheerfully, and you can hear him throwing things into his shopping cart. “just sour cream and onion?” 

“doritos, too, i guess,” you shrug. “cool ranch.” 

you can hear him dutifully throwing another bag into his cart. “anything else?” 

you ramble off anything you can think of. if your heart feels warm you dutifully ignore it - you’re just two friends, trying to figure out a snack situation for a party. it doesn’t mean anything. it doesn’t have to. least of all when his girlfriend is coming tomorrow. 

.

.

.

jiyoung tackles you with a hug as soon as you step foot through the door, wrapping her arms so tight you can’t even choke out the “hi” you’d meant to say. 

“christ,” you wheeze, as she swings you off your feet. something different runs through jeon blood, you swear. all of them are tall, gorgeous, and abnormally strong. “jiyoung, please, i can’t breathe-” 

she sets you down, eyes bright and happy and excited. jiyoung might be five years younger than you, but she’s been taller than you since you were fourteen, and just as prone to liquifying your bone structure via hugs back then as she is now. 

you inhale a deep breath after being released. you wanna say you’re being dramatic, but jiyoung gives what are possibly the most painful yet endearing hugs you’ve ever received. “hi,” you breathe out, a grin crossing your features. “nice to see you too, kid.” 

she giggles, taking you by the hand to drag you into the living room, where jihyo and yerin already are. jungkook stands in the kitchen adjacent, and you pretend the excited, adorable grin that he gives you doesn’t make your heart skip a beat. 

“look,” he flourishes a hand to the table covered in snacks, beaming. they’re all your favorites - the ones you’d helped him choose yesterday, thrown over the table in a neat little pile. “what’ll it be, buttercup?” 

you snort. “obviously,” you swipe a bag off the table. “sour cream and onion goes first.” you flash him a smile and he laughs, visibly pleased when you pop open the bag, hand reaching in for a chip. he ruffles your hair with an affectionate smile on his face, and you can’t help but relax into his touch, the familiar way his fingers thread through your hair. 

then the doorbell rings, jiyoung bouncing off the couch from between yerin and jihyo, shouting, “i’ll get it,” and she comes bounding back with the one person you would do well to remember. 

“hi,” jisoo smiles brightly and you duck your head in greeting, trying not to choke on your chips as you try to swallow them down. jungkook makes his way to her immediately, one arm sliding around her waist, and you resist the urge to shovel down another handful of chips. 

he looks at her with such care. there’s a softness in his expression you’ve only ever seen when he’s looking at someone he’s in love with, a quiet admiration as his eyes trail over her features. “hi,” he presses a kiss to her temple. “thanks for coming.” 

you have to look away. you mutter a quick greeting before quickly moving past her and her pretty sundress, looking effortlessly beautiful with the sunlight filtering in through the massive windows in jungkook’s house. it’s no wonder jungkook fell for her, when she looks like a daughter of aphrodite. 

you curl yourself into a ball on the couch next to yerin, pulling your knees up to your chest with your chips cradled between. you watch as jiyoung - who, among jungkook’s friends, had always favored you - flitted about between her brother and his new girlfriend, asking a million questions a minute. jisoo answers them all with ease, eyes glittering in amusement and following jiyoung’s every move. jungkook’s hand trails along her arm down to her wrist, tangling for a brief minute with her fingers before he disappears to get the door yet again, yugyeom and jamie’s familiar loud voices filling up the large house.  

“do you want any snacks?” you hear jiyoung offer, and you watch as she bounces to the other side of the table, showcasing the variety jungkook had picked up.

“cool ranch,” jisoo muses. “nacho cheese is the way to go.” 

she laughs when jiyoung gasps dramatically, swiping up the bag protectively. “they’re y/n’s favorite.” 

you freeze. your brain is already jumping to conclusions - she’ll know, she’ll know jungkook bought them for you - did jungkook buy them for you? they’re just chips - really, why didn’t jungkook call his girlfriend? why did he call you? - but then jisoo is laughing, eyes crinkling in the corners. 

“i’ll have to change your mind someday,” she jokes, and you manage a chuckle. 

“you can try,” your hand crinkles the bag of sour cream and onion chips. “cool ranch is superior, though.” 

“someone who understands!” yugyeom cries as he enters the room with jamie. 

“that’s bullshit,” jamie shoves him out of the way to snag a bag of pretzels off the table. “oh!” she sees jisoo. “you’re the person we’re supposed to not scare away, aren’t you?”

jungkook drags a hand down his face. 

.

.

.

if there is anything certain, jamie and yugyeom are the loudest in your group of friends. 

yugyeom isn’t loud on a typical basis - generally quiet, if a little cheeky. but with jamie - “kim yugyeom!” jamie shrieks, as yoshi falls off the track yet again. yugyeom cackles, speeding along, then gasps loudly as he falls off due to his own poor steering, while yerin calmly speeds on by with her little baby peach. 

“they never learn,” jihyo hums, hand digging through a bag of pretzel sticks. (the sticks are better than the regular ones. everybody knows this.) 

the screen whirls, baby peach sitting in first place. she smiles, satisfied. yugyeom and jamie didn’t even make second or third. your toad is sitting in third, while a computer player bowser takes second. 

you toss the controller over to jihyo. “i’m going to the bathroom,” you explain, and she shrugs, taking the controller. 

“my turn to kick ass, then.” 

you head out into the hallway, hand trailing absently along the wall as you chuckle listening to jamie and yugyeom bicker. the laugh dies in your throat, smile sliding off your face when you see them. 

it’s just a split second. if you had been even a second later - you wouldn’t have seen them, seen jungkook tugging jisoo into the downstairs bedroom with a mischievous glint in his eyes, jisoo giggling secretively with him. “kookie,” you hear her whisper. “there’s a party. your friends are here.”

“just a minute,” his voice is a low murmur, just before the door shuts. “i just want a minute alone with you.” 

the hand you have on the wall slips down, until your arms are hanging loosely by your sides. your heart aches. it feels so unfair. why you? why are you the one who caught them sneaking away? wouldn’t it have been better if you didn’t see? 

why you?

you’re tired of catching the private moments between jungkook and his girlfriend of the month. it’s so unfair - it can’t just be because you can’t help but stare after jungkook. because this was a coincidence. even a minute later and you would’ve gone on your day without knowing the way he pulled her in close, an arm tugging her by the waist before disappearing into the bedroom. 

it feels cruel, that you’re the one stuck with all these bystander memories of jungkook. 

because you were fourteen - fourteen and trailing behind jungkook and yerin on your way to class, and it should’ve been nothing, it should’ve been nothing - except, for some reason you’ve never been able to forget the way jungkook casually caught yerin’s hand mid-swing, fingers carefully lacing with hers. 

and you were sixteen, sixteen and laughing loudly with your friends for a group photo and at the last second - why did you turn your head? what made you turn at that moment? - because then jungkook is pulling lisa into his lap, and lisa is giggling as he wraps an arm around her waist. and you have to look away, a forced smile on your face as dahyun snaps the photo but all you can think of is the way jungkook does the same with you, catching you by surprise and laughing teasingly in your ear at the clumsy way you stumble and settle onto his lap. 

then you were seventeen, sitting in the dark at prom, watching the spotlight swing across the dance floor. jungkook and jamie, in matching shades of blue, laughing together despite the fact that it’s a slow dance, his hands around her waist and her arms thrown over his shoulders. they came as friends but the way he looks at her is familiar, and your heart sinks in your chest at the realization that they suit each other. 

you remember. you remember and you hate that you do, that all these little moments are burned into your memory, and now you’re eighteen and there he goes with another girlfriend, another moment that doesn’t belong to you. 

jungkook and jisoo burst out of the room, the both of them looking surprised when they see you standing there. jisoo flushes pink when she realizes what it looks like and jungkook rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. 

you can already hear the explanation on his lips, but you don’t want to hear whatever excuse he’ll come up with. “i was just,” you point towards the bathroom before he can even speak, then disappear, hiding behind the bathroom door, a barrier safely set between you and him. 

you can hear the low rumble of jungkook’s voice, probably reassuring jisoo that you wouldn’t think anything of it. your back rests against the bathroom door, hands curling against the wood. 

these moments don’t belong to you. 

because jungkook has never wanted you. 

other drabbles in the series: (don’t) stay || secrets

series masterlist: till the night is over 

[itlivesproject]

hello friends!!!!! the time has come yet again, chapter 11 thoughts WOOOOO

galas are so fun, I'm sure nothing at all will go wrong!!!!!!!! :D

that first dress option is 🤌🤌🤌 BEAUTIFUL

and amalias dress 🥲🥲 we have such a pretty bestie

🚨🚨🚨🚨ABEL. IN. A. SUIT. 🚨🚨🚨🚨

STACY IS BACK OMG IVE MISSED HER SO MUCH DHDHEHWHDHH

also.... connor in a suit is delightful THAT MAN IS FINE AS HELL, ilitw mc is a lucky lady (thank u for giving him that suit🙏🙏)

"I'll schmooze the pants right off you if you're not careful" "oh, yes please" WHO WROTE THIS LINE??? WHO DID IT??? GIVE ME A KISS RN, I LOVE YOU *MUAH*

omg fun fact about me: I did dance for 11 years and even helped teach some classes, and we used to ALWAYS do ballet exam pieces to the song that plays when you enter the gala, you gave me such a throwback when that stared to play!!!

stargazing with abel only for him to say "they remind me of your eyes" I am SOBBING

dancing under the stars with someone who loves me is a DREAM of mine, thank you for such a sweet opportunity to do that in this chapter <3

"that was pretty suave, archaeology boy" THEY ARE THE MOMENT

WAS THAT AN OPTION TO FLIRT WITH MAYOR GREEN OR AM I TRIPPING???? I DIDN'T CHOOSE IT I AM JUST VERY CONFUSED, HOW DO CONNOR AND STACY TAKE THAT????

uhhhh mayor green why do you have fear in your eyes??? that is not very inspiring

matthias kinda scares me ngl but there might be a lore doc so I've gotta seize the opportunity

"you must've discovered what she did" UH-? OMINOUS MUCH??

"the fewer people who know our plan, the better" you can't convince me this man isn't up to something funky

I would trust connor with my life and I wouldn't trust matthias for a second

indeed there was a lore doc 😌 another day another slay

LMAO YOU CAN SLEEP WITH MARIANTHE?? ofc I am loyal to my boy abel but fair play

adrian knows who we are and I do not like that

YOU DECAPITATED CONNOR'S MOTHER????? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO HIM???? HASN'T HE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH????? AREN'T THE ANONS RUTHLESS ENOUGH????

I am so baffled by how abruptly this chapter ended (I need time to recover PLS) and I have to wait 3 MONTHS MINIMUM??? YOU'RE KILLING ME HERE

I'm going to miss you guys so much on hiatus💔 I will be replaying CONSTANTLY, you'll catch me being able to recite the game from memory alone

that said, take as much time as you need to make it as amazing as we know you will

LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF LOVE

-abel simp anon💓💓💓💓

Oh Abel simp anon my dear friend you had a wild ride this time huh?

I’m glad you enjoyed the scene as much as I did!! I will say right now that this is so far my favorite Abel scene (though I just wrote one today that is hedging for first place). The dance, the stars, the one liners. As you said, those two are truly the moment 😌

Archaeology boy forever on my mind 🥰🥰

And don’t blame Matthias, being ominous is essentially his default ;)

Also yeahhhhhh Connor’s kinda going through it 😅

Honestly no explanations for that one he’s just having a bad time 💃🏻

[cocoartistwrites]

Hermione/Theo - Theo somehow ends up as Hermione's date to Slughorn's Christmas Party

ok I think we all want this turned into something longer but I'm about to write Slug Club for familiarity breeds contempt and I wanna do that first so THIS is a TASTER of a one-shot (pls only a one-shot) called ends and means.

On the first Monday morning in December, Theodore Nott sits down next to her in double Arithmancy and everything changes. They’re both early. Hermione because watching Ron and Lavender snog at breakfast makes her feel sick. Nott - well, she has no idea, not yet anyway.

It goes like this:

“Granger, did you really set canaries on him?”

“If you’re here to take the piss-”

“No,” navy-blue eyes widen, “I would have loved to see it though. Very creative.”

It’s the first time she’s found the memory of Ron fleeing the little birds funny, funnily enough. She snorts. Relaxes slightly.

She’s been feeling deeply nauseous since about 8pm on Saturday two weeks ago but it fades a little now.

“I have a proposition that I believe will be mutually beneficial.”

She spreads her hands as if to say I’m listening.

He inspects his nails. She inspects his face.

She’s never really looked at Theodore Nott before; looking at Slytherins is liable to attract bad attention for people like her. He has wavy dark brown hair that curls forward on his forehead and navy blue eyes, a jawline that she thinks she could cut herself on, and a nose just aquiline enough to both stop his face being too pretty and turn it handsome instead, and announce generations of privilege. When he looks up through his dark, tilting lashes and smiles at her, his teeth gleam and she sees the bottom row is very slightly crooked.

He looks like he should be on a coin or cast in bronze and put outside a library.

He used to look like a weedy rabbit, but she supposes her own bushy beaver days have been left in the past so why shouldn’t he have grown into a boy so handsome he’d make even her mother blush.

“I’m not a very big fan of my father,” he proffers. “So I’m rather pleased you lot got him locked up.”

His straight brows furrow slightly, but as he goes to continue Professor Vector walks in, followed by the rest of the class, all of whom are in Ravenclaw, and he falls silent. It’s a very odd place to pause a conversation.

Nott finishes his workings quickly, the equation glowing just the right shade of blue as it settles into the marble tablet they’ve been given to work on.

“Lovely work as usual, Theo,” Professor Vector says.

Hermione has been distracted, noting his assured scratches, the confident way he moves from a few workings-out on parchment to working on the stone. Her own takes moments later, copied off the perfect full run through on her own parchment.

He slides her a note. It’s written in Old English, which they’ve been learning as part of their Ancient Runes work. She scans it.

sneġel céasbill. Snail guild. Baffling. Other words are easier like father and angry and free and annoy and jealous.

“You want me to take you to the Slug Club Christmas party?” she whispers, amazed.

“Pretty and clever,” he confirms.

She folds the note up and puts it in her book as a place-marker, notes down the homework, and packs her bag rather more slowly than usual. The break bell goes. He waits. Professor Vector walks out, giving them a curious glance but not saying anything.

“It’s a win-win,” he says when they’re alone. “I get to make a declaration of independence, you get to annoy Ron Weasley.”

“That bit was clear enough in your note,” she points out. “The bit I’m sticking on is that I don’t know or trust you.”

“Fair enough,” Theodore Nott says, sliding onto a desk and putting his bag down. “What do you want to know?”

Theodore Nott, she learns, saw his father kill his mother when he was five years old. She’d been this third wife, and less than a third of his age, and he’d killed her for having an affair. Theo doesn’t know if she had, though he does remember a distant cousin of hers being around a lot. He doesn’t remember much about her. His father had cast a memory charm on him to make him believe she’d been killed by Muggles. It hadn’t been very good, not the cleverest, my old man, and it had gradually worn off. Theo hadn’t precisely realised this, he’d thought he’d been having nightmares. Then Professor Snape had called them in, him and Malfoy and Crabbe, and told them their fathers had been arrested, and Theo had realised he remembered.

“But children’s testimony isn’t permissible in court,” he explains, “so I want to do something that’ll make him write a letter so threatening I can get his sentence extended.”

“And that’s where I come in?”

“And that’s where you come in.”

“Alright,” she says, feeling reckless. “I’m in.”

[perceabeth]

hey I’m the anon with the annabeth post pls debate with me 😭 I don’t want to start a fight but I kinda need someone to debate w me about it bc no one really ever tells me why they think my opinions are wrong, people just really love Annabeth in the first series and idk why

okay lol i didn't want to like bully u or anything lol idk how old u are but i'm gna assume ur kind of young kdmfslf

well. going back to your arguments i'm going to be honest, i feel like they're all very superficial. annabeth loves luke as a brother it's a massive driving factor for the climax. she loved him because she believed in her heart that he was a good person and she was validated for it at the end. i'm not even extrapolating. it's literally in the text. i'm afraid to say if u don't believe that then u have missed the point of the entire last two books and the very core of the series-- that home is the only thing worth fighting for. that hope survives best at hearth. luke was annabeth's FAMILY. if u choose to ignore that then idk what to say.

second, you saying annabeth was unfair for not letting percy have his opinions on luke (however justified) while also not thinking to ask yourself if percy wasn't being unfair to annabeth, who, again, had her reasons for not giving up on luke despite the fact that he did in fact try to kill HER as well, is a bit weird to me. but i don't blame u because the fandom LOVES to hold annabeth to a standard they won't hold percy to.

i dont think u understand what paranoia is. good parents won't brush off a child's paranoia. if a kid is screaming for help and crying and clearly distressed it is ur job as a parent to comfort her. u made possibly the worst argument there by calling it paranoia worth ignoring. not to mention the fact that her parents knew she was a demigod and a large part of why she ran away was because they chose to ignore her and make her feel unwanted and a danger to them in her own home. she was seven years old.

also the rachel thing is literally so stupid. she was mean to rachel for a bit and u know what? she's a teenage girl. she's allowed to be a bitch. percy's internal monologue is literally a dick to every single person and yet annabeth delivers ONE devastating line and suddenly that's the worst shit in the world? it not only adds layers to her personality, it also brings to surface her own insecurities and i'm hesitant to use the word, but her trauma from being abandoned for the mortal world. ALSO. she makes friends w rachel almost the second she gives her a chance. her animosity towards people has never lasted long.

she's literally not annoying i think people in the fandom like to play up the fact that she's a know it all (which she is but that also serves the purpose of delivering exposition which nobody wants to acknowledge) but percy himself, our pov character, has never held ANY of her less likeable traits against her, in large part because he shares them, so it always baffles me how easily people will hate her and love him!!

[missdawnandherdusk]

once upon a flight

Draco X Reader (post war)

Summary: The Wizarding World earnestly searched for the newly discovered Heir of Gryffindor. After many failed attempts at the claim, McGonagall almost gives up hope, but sends off one final letter. Draco looking for a reason to clear his name has an ulterior motive to find you... that is until he meets you. 

A/n: So, as promised, an Anastasia AU that is frankly one of my favorite things in a while. For all intents and purposes Snape isn’t dead because this is my blog and my word is law. Also, this is about 10k words... so you’re welcome.

Long ago, Hogwarts was founded by four great wizards: Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff. The Slytherin heir was found centuries later in one Tom Riddle who became the greatest Dark Wizard of all time, only to be defeated by the great Harry Potter. Yet, the story of the heirs does not end there. The unfortunate demise of Helena Ravenclaw ended the lineage of the Ravenclaw house for she had no children. The Hufflepuff heir, Cedric Diggory was killed in the war by Voldemort. Only one heir remains, and their whereabouts are unknown to all, but sought after by most. Minerva McGonagall is keen on the discovery of this witch or wizard, the last true heir of Hogwarts, and perhaps the most powerful of them all. Only in the hands of the true heir, will Godric’s mighty sword come alive with magic once more.

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“It’s a girl, raised muggle, in America,” Snape threw down the Daily Prophet. “This could be your chance,”

“My chance to what?” Draco huffed, running a hand through his hair before examining the paper. “Like a Slytherins could ever find this Gryffindor heir, let alone in muggle America,”

“But if you do,” Snape hinted, a smile curling on his lips. “It might clear your names,”

“Would you give that a rest?” Draco muttered, throwing the newspaper down of a very scared looking American girl. “Even if I do find this girl, why in the world would she trust me?”

“Because, she might have questions, and who is going to be there with the answers for her?” Snape raised an eyebrow.

Draco pondered the idea, then glanced at your photo in the paper in front of him. And he thought there perhaps might be a chance.

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“London?” I eyed the passport dubiously. “What long lost aunt wants me in London? And why did she show up now?” My fingers ran over the long letter explaining everything and nothing.

“Do you want to go or not?” Mrs. Greenwood asked. “Because I’ve got a lot of girl like you who’d kill for a chance at a family again.” Her snappy condescending voice wouldn’t be missed.

“Alright, alright. I’m going.”

I zipped my bag closed, folding the letter, and placing it in my bag with the plane ticket and passport. It was a long drive to the airport that was filled with people who all went about their business. I had never felt more lost. I read the letter again as I waited for my plane to arrive. Something proved magical about the parchment and inked letters. A style never used in a modern day. It gave me hope. Or an unsettling sense of dread.

“Excuse me,” His voice was polite and broke through the music of my headphones. It was his accent that caught me off guard. He was a brit.

“Yes?” I asked, taking out an earbud.

“You wouldn’t happen to know a Ms. McGonagall, would you? I’m supposed to be aiding her niece back to London,” I eyed him skeptically.

“Is that so?” I raised an eyebrow. “Alright pretty boy, tell me, what absolute stranger is going to trust a random brit who comes up to her claiming to know the name of someone that he could easily have read off the girl’s letter?” He seemed amused at my skepticism.

“I suppose you’re right,” The stranger didn’t seem cornered, however. His caviler didn’t waver. “What if I told this stranger that hypothetically I knew that her aunt wasn’t really her aunt but someone looking for her to be claimed as the heir to a school of magic?”

“Well, hypothetically, I’d probably laugh and call security,” I eyed the cop, whose gaze caught mine before flashing to the beautiful stranger before me.

“And if I proved to her that magic was real? Would this stranger believe me?” Danger lurked in his eyes.

I snorted. “If you can prove that magic is real, I’ll follow you anywhere buddy,” 

“Careful there stranger, you’re promising something you might not want to,” He warned.

“I think I know what I can handle pretty boy,”

Without another word, he took my hand, clasping it in his. Glancing around he slowly raised his hand away from my palm, where a flower began to bud and bloom from nothing, sparking in the fluorescent lighting. I wasn’t impressed.

“Nice trick, but I’m not convinced.”

The stranger laughed. “I should have known it would take more to convince you,” He ran a hand through his silvery blond hair, looking around, before his gaze settled back on me. “What if I told you that you could do magic?”

“I’d say you’re crazy and were back to calling security,” I went to walk away, I had enough time before my flight that a quick walk wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“But you must have felt it,” His hand reached for mine. “When you were younger, and things happened around you that you couldn’t explain. A sense that you didn’t belong. That you were different. That you could see and feel and do things that others couldn’t.” His words were earnest and urgent. I paused.

“And if I did?” I didn’t face him.

“That you hear stories of magic and fairytales, and you thought maybe you belonged in them because there was no one quite like you,” My eyes met his, baffled, curious. “And you felt it just now, not on the surface of your skin, but in your hand, in your blood, a feeling in your heart that felt right. That felt powerful,”

“Okay, pretty boy, you seem to know a lot about who you think I am, so what’s your deal?’ I folded my arms, still not completely convinced but more than curious.

“I told you, I’m here to help you get to London in one piece and how to be an heir of magic.” The light in his eyes glinted as if he had won.

“Alright, let’s say hypothetically I believe you, then what?”

“I’d buy you a cup of coffee and we’d try this again?” He raised an eyebrow, nodding to a chain Starbucks that was near dead in the early hours of the morning.

I stared at the chai tea latte that was warming my hands. He didn’t say a word. Draco. The beautiful stranger who promised answers. Who looked a bit too good to be true.

“From here, I get a letter for an aunt I didn’t know that I had, and a plane ticket to London. Then I met you, claiming that you know her and that you’re here to help me. Then you tell me that my aunt really isn’t my aunt, and that magic is real and I’m the heir to some sort of magic school in London? This is a really good way to get kidnapped and never heard from again,” My skepticism grew. He could see that.

“You’re not wrong,” He leaned onto the table, closer to me. “And you wouldn’t believe me unless you knew that magic was real.”

“Every lonely girl dreams of fairytales and magic,” I countered. “Is it so far-fetched to really believe it?”

“Believing sure,” He gave an easy smile. “But you can do magic and you know it,” 

“How do you know what I know?” I snapped back.

“I know you’re in denial,” He chuckled. “And easy, you’re doing it now, but no one could tell you that you were because it’s subtle and hard to pick up on,”

“In what way?” I demanded.

“Defense spell,” His smirk started the urge in me to deck him. He was so self-assured, and it drove me insane. What was worse, was that he might be right about everything.

“Sure, why not,” My tone fell flat. “Okay pretty boy, how exactly am I using a defense spell?” I leaned back in my chair, unamused.

“No one in this airport gave you any trouble. A strange man comes up to you and you show signs of distress, and yet no one helps you. You’re hiding yourself from their point of view. It’s very self-assured of you to think you can handle yourself,” His explanation made to much sense... again.

“I’m the self-assured one?” I muttered. “And sorry to burst your bubble English, but this is America and we all pretty much keep our heads down.”

“And yet the second you decided to trust me, the security guard walked the other way—away from his post I might add,” His confident smile didn’t leave.

“He... what?” Now I backtracked.

“You like to be left alone, I can admire that, but you have so much potential and you could do so much more,”

“And if I don’t want to?” I offered a bit hopeless.

“Sure, go be a faceless nobody in the sea of Americans, work a nine to five, and never see adventure or magic again in your life,” He leaned back in his chair, casual. As if what he offered was the option a rational person would choose.

“And I should trust you? To take me to London and bring me to this magic school to be an heir or whatever it is you Brits do?”

“You seem quite offset that I’m not American,” His amused smile returned.

“Force of habit,” I shrugged, giving a carefree smile that caused indignation to flicker into his eyes.

“Well, you have approximately thirty seconds to decide if you trust me before you’re called to board,” His devious smirk had me reeling to look at the gate and the flight attendant who was ruffling through papers and getting ready to signal boarding groups.

“God, I hate you,” I muttered, resigned. “Fine. Whatever. Life of adventure and magic, sure.”

We boarded and Draco took the seat akin to mine in first class without the bat an of eyelash. My anxiety began to flare again thinking of how easy it was for him to find a place next to me on a full flight to London in the early hours of the morning.

Then there was the matter of flying altogether. I had never been on a plane ride before. And I was about to be on a nine-hour flight with a supposed magician and a promise of adventure. What had I gotten myself into?

“I can hear you worrying.” Draco muttered as the plane left the runway and began to ascend.

“I’ve never flown in a plane before in my life. All things considered, I think I’m allowed to worry,” I snapped.

Draco reached into his bag and held out a small vial filled with an amber liquid.

“Here, take this,” He offered it to me.

“Oh, you’ve got to be joking,” I snorted. “There is no way in hell that I’m taking that.”

“Y/n, please,” It was the first time that he had ever used my name. A name I hadn’t told him. A name he knew. A name that got my attention and reminded me of the situation that I was in.

“What is it?” I took the vail from his nimble fingers.

“Anxiety potion,” He explained calmly. “It will calm your stress levels and allow you to think clearly,”

“Magic?” I eyed him dubiously.

“A form of it. Your people call it chemistry, but we have access to more ingredients than the causal muggle,”

“Muggle?” I raised an eyebrow, still examining the contents of the small vial.

“People who can’t do magic nor live with other wizards,”

“Wizards,” I mused softly to myself.

The pilot informed the cabin that we had reached cruising altitude and my anxiety came back, overshadowing the tales of wizards and magic and the perfect stranger beside me. Draco could sense that. He let out an aggravated huff and rolled his eyes.

“Use your senses Y/n, you don’t know how to control it yet, but you have magic in your blood. It’s kept you alive and ahead this long. What are they telling you? Not your fears and anxiety, but your heart and head.” His voice was low and urgent, and I had to concentrate to catch all of his words.

“This isn’t another one of your—”

“Y/n,” He pressed, not having it with my second thoughts and doubts. “Concentrate.”

Deciding to trust him, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. The air around me was artificial and frigid. It made my senses stand keen on edge. It was unnatural to me. I could feel the people as they settled down for the long flight. The pilot shifting and the attendants flitting about. They were all overly ordinary. Like most people I had been surrounded with my entire life.

Then there was Draco beside me. I could feel his warmth, his presence... his aura. Unlike anything I had encountered before. A halo of power and... magic that embraced and clung to the edges of him. It matched the silvery blue of his eyes trailing off into green. I could trust him. But there was a darkness underneath that I couldn’t trust. The one that I feared.

Then the vial clasped between my fingers. It held no ill will toward me as I thought of it. It promised to help in words that didn’t belong to Draco beside me. Something all of it’s own. All of my own.

Another deep breath out. 

“Okay,”

“What did you gather?” He didn’t taunt me, but rather it was genuine curiosity that colored his tone.

“You’re... different. From the rest of the people on this plane. You... there’s like... an aura? A feeling but with color? I don’t know...” My eyebrows furrowed. “It told me I can trust you... but there’s something darker underneath... and I’m not sure... I’m not sure I trust that darkness.”

He stared at me, baffled. Not that I had said what I said, but instead what I had said. 

“The... the darkness.” He muttered. “I thought...”

“That you could hide it?” I raised an eyebrow, only half teasing. We all had darkness. I wouldn’t hold his against him.

“That there would be more... the things I’ve done,” He was a burning man before me. I looked down to the vial in my hands. I toyed with it.

“Here’s to new beginnings?” I offered a bit hopeless, breaking the wax seal and downing the contents like a parched man in a desert who comes upon an oasis.

And I understood what he meant. A pack of stress and the ability to think clearly. All of the fogginess that the anxiety induced was gone. I looked at the world around me with new eyes.

“Woah,” I whispered, looking at Draco clearly for the first time.

A smile played at his lips.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?”

I nodded and looked out at the grey and blue beneath the plane. Closing the shade, I turned to Draco as much as the first-class seat would allow.

“So magic?”

“Where do you want me to start?” He was expecting my question. 

“The beginning is a good place,”

“We’d be here forever,” Draco chuckled. “I’ll start at the beginning of what would be your story though”

I marveled at his words. Two worlds divided but always existing beside each other. Sometimes they would intertwine sometimes they would be forgotten. He spoke of being raised in such a negative perspective of muggles and the life I led, putting me on edge until he gave a placid smile and an apology. His tale turned darker with the war that was fought and a hope that was lost and found again.

“Potter,” Draco’s tone snarled around the name.

“Harry Potter,” I mused. “So why can’t he be the heir of this Gryffindor whoever?”

“Like that would help his ego any,” Draco muttered flatly. “And he can’t because he’s a half blood. The heirs are pure blood wizards, not a drop of Muggle blood in them,”

“Okay...” my brows knit together. “But how does that explain me? They told me my mother was... and my father walked out on her. She died giving birth to me,”

“Back in the early days of the first war, I can only assume your parents were against the Dark Lord which gave them their death sentence. Especially if he knew you were the heir of Gryffindor,”

“But I’m not dead,” I pointed out.

“Seems that way,” Draco gave me an amused smirk. “They must not have known you existed. And seeing as you were raised in America, I came see why they—no one knew. Not until recently anyway.”

“But how did they find me? How did you find me? How did this letter even find me?” 

“Would you accept magic as an answer to those three questions?” Draco tried.

“Sure, but I’m still creeped out,” I folded my arms. “Heir to a school of Magic...” I pondered the words aloud for the first time. “What does that even mean? What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Whatever you want,” Draco shrugged.

Our conversation pulled after that into almost nothing. I closed my eyes once more and began to feel the world around me through my newfound sixth sense. It became overwhelming after a few moments but when homing in on Draco’s presence quelled some of that overstimulation. His aura was calming, as if it were a foreign lullaby to my heart. A lullaby that lulled me to sleep before long.

But a darkness lingered still in my dreams. It was alien. Not what I had seen in Draco and not what I knew was within me. Something else. An evil presence that yearned to be free. To take control. To have power. It wanted me. It was suffocating. It dragged me down. Down. Down. Draco felt further away. The plane, it’s passengers, nothing but specks. The darkness dragged me forward. Red eyes stared me down and a smile full of knifes taunted me.

I struggled back, away from the evilness, trying to break free of the darkness but I was trapped. By back was against a wall. There was no escape.

A flicker of silver caught my attention. Bright and beautiful. A ray of hope. My eyes dared to leave the shadow figure to follow that ray. When I saw it again it because more clear. The wisps of a dragon made of pure light. It did not come for me, rather it showed me the way out.

There was a way out.

I gasped, my eyes fluttering open to see the glow of fluorescent lighting and worried grey eyes. 

“What—that—who—” I sputtered, my heart racing.

“Are you okay?” His genuine concern called to me. I nodded, tears stinging my eyes.

“What was that Draco?”

“I don’t know,” From his tone I knew that he did not like not knowing. “But you’re safe now,” The comfort of his arms around me made me believe his words more than I thought I would. “We’ll land in a couple hours, just try to relax,” His tone was soft, something new.

The grey dim of London didn’t impress me. I squinted up at the misting rain. Draco took my hand and led me through the maze of the airport, gathering our bags and ushering me toward an empty alley way.

“Draco,” I warned, not enjoying the situation.

“Just hold tight to me and don’t touch the edges,” He instructed. “Don’t let go of your bag either,”

“What? Why?” I broke away from him, to his annoyance.

“Can’t you just do what you’re told? No questions asked?” He seemed to be asking the sky more than he was asking me. I gave him a flat look. “It’s magic. It’s called apperating. It’s going to feel weird, but you should be fine.” He offered his hand to me again.

“Should be?”

“We don’t have time for this Y/n,” He stressed.

“Like hell we do,” I snapped.

“Fine, if you’re not fine then you have total permission to hit me, that make you feel better?” He demanded, insisting that I take his hand.

“No,” I mumbled, placing my hand in his.

That feeling of power was back when he took out a wand—his wand—and twirling it, before I could make fun of him, we were whisked away, and I had to remember to hold on. The distorted reality around me was so enticing to touch, as if it were an impressionist painting that replaced with the dingy grey around me. Then it stopped.

“Where are we?” The scenery changed, still a duller grey, but now in front of a large mansion that I had only seen in movies.

“Malfoy Manor,” Draco said curtly. “Come along,”

Taking a second to recover from the beauty that was all around me, I grabbed my bag and followed him inside where I gasped again. The house looked like something of those fairytales I had always dreamed about.

“Are you coming?” Draco asked promptly.

“I... do you live here!?” I scrambled after him up the stairs with my bag.

“Yes,” He didn’t understand my amazement. “Are you alright?”

“I’ve never been something this... beautiful before,” I turned back to look over the banister at the grand foyer. “You just... live here?”

“Yes,” Now there was a smile playing at his lips. “Come on, we’ve still got much to do,” 

“There’s more!?” I followed him up the stairs.

“You haven’t used magic in your entire life, and you think I’m gonna let you waltz in there scared and unprepared?” Draco snorted opening up a random door. “This will be your room. We have a couple days—it won’t be enough time but perhaps I can make you somewhat believable...”

“No one said anything about having to prove I was the heir!” I argued, again taken back by the lavish room but ultimately was overridden by my anger and fear. “Show up, sure! Maybe take a DNA test! But act like some wizard protégée!?”

“Witch,” He mended softly. “And we’ve got this under control,” 

“We?” I did not have this under control.

“Snape and I. He will be helping me help you. There’s a lot you need to learn. But for now, rest. Dinner is in an hour,” Closing the door he left me to my thoughts.

Sitting on the bed I looked around the room. Anxiety began to creep in my chest again, but not for the reason it had... this morning. Could it still be the same day? Could I have only met Draco a dozen or so hours ago? My thoughts were reeling.

“A witch, an heir,” I scoffed. “Magic,” it was more of a whisper.

I lifted my hand and remembering the power and golden feeling that had come when Draco created a flower in my palm, I surged for the magic within me. To my surprise, golden flames licked at my fingertips, shimmering in the evening light. A giddy laugh left my lips as I intensified the flame to consume my entire hand.

“He said you were a quick learner,” A stern and nasally voice drew me from my stupor.

My hand dropped and my flame fizzled out as I stood.

“I—uh,”

“I am Severus Snape. I am here to help you. It is in your best interest to do exactly as I say without any questions. Understood?”

“Uh... okay?”

“Dinner will be downstairs soon. Draco would like you to join us. There are clothes in the wardrobe. Change into something more suitable and come down.” His instructions left no room for argument, but my stubbornness flared, yet he left before I could snark a reply.

Mourning my sweater jeans and converse I headed to the elaborate wardrobe and opened the great oak doors to reveal an array of gowns, cloaks, and dresses. Together they were worth more than any amount of money I had come into contact with. And of much higher taste than I’d dare to ever wear.

Riffling through them there was a semi bearable dress that looked as if it were from the 1950s and held a navy-blue color. It would have to do, and it could have been worse. I eyed a heavy shimmering gown with pearls and lace, shuddering at the thought.

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Draco’s day could have been a lot worse than it ended up being. After finally giving in at Snape’s insistence that he fly back to England and not apparate he thought his day was a lost cause. But then he met you and Merlin were you a handful.

He could easily see the magic you were doing and the power you were giving off. It took a lot of his willpower to not submit and leave you alone, as your defense ordered. But as soon as your eyes met his and a smile played at your lips, he didn’t have to fight any longer. You allowed him to stay close to you, assured that he meant you no harm. No one had trusted him like that in years.

For the heir of Hogwarts, you were quite remarkable. An easy sorting into Gryffindor with or without the hat. He had to play his cards right however, to maneuver you into a world of magic from the mundane of America. But he accomplished the feat, easier than he would have thought done. Perhaps you were more than ready to leave your Muggle world and join his magic one. And not like he could blame you. If he never had to ride in a plane again, he’d do anything.

But just as he thought you were safe, your eyes closed in a peaceful slumber, something dark came back to hurt you. Red eyes that he knew well. How... how he didn’t know. But he could feel the cold evil presence seep into your skin and consume your aura. It terrified him. Draco knew you were defenseless. No amount of unintentional magic could keep the Dark Lord at bay, dead or alive.

So, he did something he never had before in a desperate attempt to protect you and him from that evil. He called his Patronus, touching his wand to your temple, willing it to go and pull you out.

Your eyes flashing open, fear written on your usual confident features, your hands digging into his arms, Draco’s heart churned in his chest. You looked to him for safety. Him—who you’d met barely five hours prior when you were sure he was there to kidnap you. And now you held to him like a prayer. He didn’t expect that. There was nothing else he could do but hold you close and assure you that it was going to be okay.

If you two could ever get off this godforsaken plane.

With touchdown, Draco wasted no time in dragging you by the hand through the throng of the Muggle airport before he lost his temper. In a secluded alley he was finally ready to apparate home. Of course, you had thoughts of your own and he really wasn’t about to fight with you on this. He just wanted to go home. So, he gave in. Just this once.

And Merlin he was thankful that he did. He had never been so happy to see the Manor. You had never seen a Manor before. He almost laughed at the childlike wonder on your face. But instead, he was enamored by it, the same way you were enamored by a house that had lost its shine to him over the years. Draco longed to see the mansion through your eyes even for a moment.

“Your mother wrote,” Snape offered a letter. “She’ll be here within a day,” Draco sighed and skimmed the letter. “Do you still think this is a good idea?” “It’s the best one we’ve got,”

Before Draco could argue, the clearing of your throat softly drew his attention. You had changed into one of his mother’s old dresses that he hadn’t seen in years and you looked quite sheepish about it. Draco stood, out of respect or perhaps startlement. Snape gave him a look which he promptly ignored, going over to you.

“I... I hope it’s alright,” You fiddled with the skirt. “He... he said I could—that I should...” 

“You look wonderful,” Draco encouraged softly. “Come, dinner is ready.”

He took your hand and led you through the large house, tuning out Snape’s instruction to you about how to hold yourself as you walked. Draco smiled at the annoyance in your eyes.

Dinner was... more or less a disaster. Your stubbornness met Snape’s instruction, getting you both nowhere.

“If you want to become the Heir of Hogwarts you will listen to me,” Snape almost snarled.

“I don’t want to become the heir!” You stood abruptly, throwing your cloth napkin onto the table. “I just want to know who I am!” Storming out of the dining room, Draco watched you, before sharing a look with Snape.

“She’s hopeless,” Snape muttered.

“You’re dealing with an American Gryffindor; did you think she was just going to sit still and look pretty?” Draco chuckled, standing.

It took him a while to find you. Draco could only fathom that you had gotten lost in the house yourself and winded up on a balcony somewhere on the third floor. You had a blanket draped around your shoulders as you stared up at the stars. The night had cleared, giving clarity to its pathfinders.

“I know what you’re going to say,” You spoke softly, sensing him nearby. “I... I can’t do this Draco. I’m not some lady, some long lost princess in some sort of fairytale. Magic or not...” You took a sharp breath in. “Fairytales are just stories. I’m still a girl with no parents, no family, no past... and no future.”

Draco studied you, wondering how you had changed so much from the confident self-assured girl he’d met this morning. He also had little clue what to say to cheer you up. So, he did what normally comforted him, he spoke fondly of his mother.

“My mother wore that dress,” He began softly, leaning against the door frame. “When I was young, before Hogwarts. Father would always be away on business. She’d take me to the garden, and we’d have a picnic. I remember her in that dress on those warm summer days,” Draco let his eyes slipped closed, lost in the memory. “She used to tell me that I’d never be alone. That as long as I could do magic, I’d always have a place to belong. That there would always be someone out there like me.” He paused. “Hogwarts was my home for quite some time. Slytherins were my family.”

“Who am I to come and claim it as mine then?” The words barely left your lips.

“You’ve been alone and away from your family for so long now. Don’t you think you deserve to go home? To a place that you belong?” You turned to face him, hope flickering in your eyes.

“But I—” You ran a hand through your hair nervously. “I’m never going to be good enough. Dinner was a disaster and I’m never going to please someone like Snape, let alone any other wizard!”

Draco couldn’t do anything but laugh. “No one can please Snape, darling. Don’t take that personally.” He sobered a bit. “You’ve never going to please everyone. Believe me I know. But... it’s more about becoming someone you’re proud of,”

“I don’t know who that is,” You turned back to the stars.

“If you run away, you’ll never know,” Draco mused, standing next to you, leaning on the railing. “But... if you truly can’t stand it in the next three days... I’ll take you back myself,”

You looked over to him, a swirl of emotions unidentifiable on your face. Before he could start to decipher even one of them, your gaze turned downward. He let out a soft sigh.

“If it’s any consolation,” Draco began. “I believe in you. I think you belong,” He turned to leave.

“Draco, wait,” You called out, “Thank you... I know... I know I’m a handful,”

A smile played at his lips. “That’s one way to describe you,”

You rolled your eyes, but you still didn’t smile and that worried him more than he cared to admit.

“I’ll take you back to your room,” He offered.

“I’m quite capable—” You cut yourself off and sighed. “Thanks, again,”

Staring at your closed door, Draco found himself wanting you back before him, so that he could continue to talk to you. He enjoyed it more than he thought. You didn’t fawn over him, nor did you fear him. Instead, you treated him as an equal. As a person.

“Oh, she looks like a kicked puppy!” His mother fawned the next morning. “Draco Lucius Malfoy I’ve taught you better!”

“It wasn’t me!” Draco argued back. “It was Snape!”

“Don’t you talk back to me young man!” She scolded. “Poor thing,” She turned to you, tucking a strand of hair out of your face. “There, there, I apologize for my son’s behavior,”

There was a look of bewilderment on your face at your gaze met his. He didn’t know what to do but shrug and shake his head.

“It... it really was Snape, Mrs. Malfoy,” you stammered out. “Draco’s been...” He met your eyes again and the words you were about to say died on your lips. Not this his mother noticed.

“Oh, don’t you worry about him!” She consoled, standing. “Severus Snape what have I told you about manners!” His mother shouted. Draco was grateful he was no longer the one being shouted at as his mother left to go and reprimand Snape some more.

“Your mother is...” you started a smile finding your lips. It was the first time you smiled since dinner last night.

“I should have warned you a bit more, that was my mistake,”

“No, she’s lovely,” You insisted.

“You don’t have to lie on my behalf,” Draco mused, earning a laugh from you.

“She really is wonderful,” Your laugh faded to a smile.

“You say that now, but if you thought Snape was a lot,” Draco laughed at the dread in your eyes.

His mother insisted they go to Paris to shop for you. A way to take your mind off yesterday, as well as find you the basics of wizardry. Which started with a wand.

“This is stupid,” You muttered as the shop keeper flitted about the hundreds of wand boxes, tittering in French to his mother.

“You need a wand,” Draco whispered back. “Every wand is unique, so there’s one for you,”

It took a few tries, and a few shattered light fixtures—and repairing spells—before you had a loyal wand in hand. Draco made sure that you could use the wand comfortably and surprised him by calling a lighting charm without the incantation... or him telling you to. He caught his mother’s eye who was clearly impressed with you. A new set of robes, what seemed like a new wardrobe entirely and a few books later, you seemed satisfied.

“I really can’t ask anything more of you,” You argued. “This is all more than enough,”

“Nonsense, darling,” His mother laughed. “Think nothing of it. Every great witch needs the tools to help her be successful,”

You blushed, looking down. “I mean it,” You tried again. “Even a trip to Paris would have been more than enough,”

“You’ve never been to Paris!?” His mother was aghast. You had really done it now. “Draco! Why didn’t you tell me the poor girl has never been to our city?” She turned to you. “You really must forgive his rudeness, I blame his father,”

“He—I—” You stammered.

“But I won’t have you here and not show you the wonders of the greatest city in the world. Come! Come!” She ushered you off and Draco had no choice but to trail behind and make sure you didn’t get into too much trouble.

After what seemed like days—though it was only hours filled with shows, attractions, museums, antique shops and more—his mother finally found a resting place, and by the look on your face and your slumped shoulders, you needed it. It was a rooftop restaurant that overlooked the city scape of Paris, off to the Eiffel Tower that lit up the night sky. You had that look of wonder and enchantment in your eyes again as you took in the city scape. Again. Draco wished he could see it through your eyes... for the first time all over again.

“She’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she?” His mother whispered in his ear, far from your earshot. “I’m surprised at you Draco. I’ve never seen you this way around another girl before,”

“She not just another girl mother,” Draco retorted, trying not to blush. “She’s the heir of Hogwarts. The Gryffindor crown princess.” He sighed softly. “She doesn’t have time for...”

“A handsome young man who’s been on his own for too long?” His mother mused. 

“A Slytherin,” He finished. “A Death Eater,”

“You’re no more a Death Eater than she is a muggle,” Narcissa said sternly. “I see the way she looks at you Draco,”

“Enough, mother,” Draco shook his head, pursing his lips. “Enough,” 

“Fine, fine,” His mother scoffed. “Y/n, darling!” She called.

This dinner was a bit more successful. You were animated with conversation and excitement from the day. There was a way that you spoke about his city that had his heart. Dinner lulled to wine and dessert as couples began to take the dance floor, gliding along to the live band.

“Do you dance darling?” His mother asked, noticing your interested.

“Uh, no, not really,” You stammered, looking sheepish as you blushed.

“Oh, that won’t do! Draco, go on, teach her!” Narcissa gave him a pointed look.

“No really it’s okay!” You refuted before he could.

“Nonsense, every girl must know how to dance, magic or no,” You could both sense that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

So, he ended up with you in his arms on the dance floor as he tried to lead you through a simple waltz.

“You have to trust me,” He instructed, as your eyes met his. “I’m not going to let you fall,” His tone softened.

Your eyes didn’t leave his as you began to find your rhythm in the dance, letting him lead you through it all. Soon you were laughing with joy as he twirled you around the dance floor. He heart skipped a beat or two. The music ended before he wanted it to and a round of applause went up.

And Draco had to let you go. 

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I laid in bed that night, staring at the stars I had created with a simple spell. With the use of my wand, magic was... easy. If I thought and felt what I wanted, it occurred. Though it seemed like a natural process to me, Draco, and Narcissa—and even Snape—were impressed.

Staring regardless, I replayed the night over and over. Dancing with Draco... in Paris... on a rooftop like some sort of stupid fairytale. Whose ending didn’t belong to me. It was the one question I didn’t ask through Narcissa’s lessons. What happened to Draco and I after I had claimed my ‘throne’?

It left me sleepless.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered to him the next day, in front of the grand gates of Hogwarts.

My anxiety was through the roof. Clad in new formal robes, and hair and makeup perfected courtesy of Narcissa, all I had to do was walk in.

“We can still turn back,” Draco gave.

“I can’t do that either,” I muttered, causing him to laugh.

“I believe in you, Y/n,” His earnest words caught my attention and out gazes lingered a bit too long, leaving us both blushing.

“Just... don’t leave me,”

“I remember you telling me that if I could prove magic to you, you’d follow me anywhere. I don’t think I have to worry about you ever leaving me,” He joked softly as we walked into the castle grounds.

“I suppose not,” I smiled at the ground.

“Y/n,” Draco paused, the mood shifting to something more serious and downcast. “You’re... you’re gonna hear somethings about me and... they’re not going to be good,” I pondered his words for a moment.

“You flew halfway around the world to find me, and you helped me get back on my feet, that’s good enough for me,” I smiled softly.

Draco pursed his lips and took a deep breath, still looking despondent about the situation.

“Draco,” I called softly. His grey eyes met mine. “I’d never have followed you onto that plane if I didn’t trust you,”

Deciding that he didn’t have an argument to that that he deemed should be voiced, he led me deeper into the grand castle and it took everything in me not to stop and stare at just about everything.

“You went to school here?” I squeaked. A smile parted his lips. 

“Yes... you should have too,” He seemed to realize the injustice. 

“We can’t change that now,” I comforted.

Magnificent doors parted the two of us from the entire school and quite a few wizard officials according to Draco. I stared at the intricate detailed work of the doors. If I wasn’t so nervous, I could have spent the entire day staring at these doors alone.

But there was something to be done.

The doors opened and the entire hall fell into a pin drop silence. I grabbed Draco’s hand without thinking for the comfort and support. He squeezed mine reassuringly as we began out steps forward to the front, where older, authoritative looking wizards stood.

“Death Eater,” A student hissed. 

“Traitor,”

“Scum,”

“You don’t belong here,”

 “Slytherin,”

My eyes glanced up to Draco, who had a mask of no emotion, but I could see the stress in the clenching of his jaw and tightening of his eyes. It was subtle but it was still there. This time I gave his hand a squeeze of reassurance and glared down the crowd, who immediately went quiet. There was not a menacing whisper to be heard.

At the front of the Great Hall there were three wizards who stood out among the rest. They were younger, but still assured of themselves as they stepped forward towards us. A boy with fiery red hair holding hands with a girl who had a glare that I was proud of and beside them a boy with a mess of black hair and piercing green eyes.

“Potter,” Draco’s eyes narrowed as he stood a bit taller.

“Malfoy,” There was the same distain in the supposed savior of the wizarding world’s tone.

I snorted, drawing both of their attention.

“What are you? Five?” I crossed my arms. “Y/n, nice to meet you,” I held my hand out for Harry to shake.

“I still can’t leave you two alone for five minutes,” A new voice sighed, stepping forward. “I hope they haven’t caused you too much trouble, child. I’m Professor McGonagall, headmaster of Hogwarts,”

“Y/n,” I gave again. “Supposed heiress to Gryffindor,”

“Yes,” She smiled. “I can see it in your eyes,”

Harry scoffed, sulking mildly. I looked over to him, then to Draco, confused and amused.

“I must apologize for the deceit in my letter.” McGonagall continued paying no mind to the interaction between Harry and me. “I feared that it was the only way to get you to come,” Her kind blue eyes held mine.

“I understand,” My smile was light. “In fact, if it wasn’t for Draco, I’m not sure I would have found my way here,”

“He used you!” Harry argued. “He wanted to clear his name so of course he helped you! You think he’d be a decent person if there wasn’t something in it for him!”

“That’s enough of that Mr. Potter!” McGonagall scolded. “Mr. Malfoy aided the heir of your house here from America unprovoked and I will not have you accuse him of such things,”

“If she trusted Malfoy there’s no way that she could ever be a Gryffindor. She doesn’t belong here,” Harry’s words were as cold as ice.

The malice and hatred in his voice and eyes was a fatal blow to my heart and confidence. Harry was right. I didn’t belong here. I looked around to the lavish hall and all of the students and wizard officials who had years of training and practice and grew up knowing who they were... this wasn’t where I belonged.

“How dare you,” Draco snarled, taking a step forward to shield me from Harry’s further words, but they had already hit their mark.

Their bickering silenced, but the tensions were high. Not that I noticed, I was too wrapped up in my negative thoughts.

“Come child,” McGonagall beckoned.

“Give me a minute,” I requested softly.

“We really need—”

“I said in a minute!” My raised voice shocked Draco and McGonagall. There was almost fear in their eyes. Harry still held the same hatred for me in his stare, now smug as if I proved his point.

It was enough to cause me to run.

Never being in a castle before in my life let alone a magic one, I was lost before I took my third turn. Tears streaming down my face, I never felt more alone. I found myself in a small courtyard with a lone old oak tree.

As I did when I was younger, I began to climb high into the branches, looking for an escape from the world below me. But there weren’t branches high enough this time. Resting on a high branch I leaned against the trunk, I let myself cry. The passage of time was hard to tell as the sun sank and the stars came out to play. It might have been an hour or two. I didn’t know and I was too miserable to care.

I didn’t belong here, and I wasn’t wanted here. Moments before I was only thinking that I didn’t care what they thought about Draco. I never imagined that there would be doubt and uncertainty about me.

I heard footsteps coming into the courtyard.

“Go away Draco,” I warned, pausing when I saw that it wasn’t Draco, but instead McGonagall. “I’m sorry, I thought—”

“I know who you thought I was,” She peered up at me through the branches. “Merlin’s sake what are you doing in a tree?” I heard the sternness in her voice, but I couldn’t help but here the amusement underneath.

“Hiding,” I offered sheepishly.

“Well come down from there,” She ordered.

I made my way down with ease. Dropping to the ground from a higher branch than I could have, I knew that I startled the headmaster. I gave a polite hesitant smile.

“What do they teach you in America,” McGonagall pursed her lips, an undeniable hint of mischief in her eye.

“I’m... really sorry professor,” I sighed. “I know I’m not what anyone thought. And I know I don’t belong here. I’m sorry I ever...”

“Never mind all that,” She cut me off. “Who are you, child?”

“I... I was hoping that you could tell me,” I glanced down, fidgeting, and straightening my robe. 

“My dear, I’m old, and I’m tired of being conned and tricked.” She began.

“I don’t want to trick anyone,” I said earnestly.

“And I’m sure owning this castle means nothing to you either?” A silence passed between us.

“I just want to know who I am,” I finally spoke. “Whether or not I belong to a family, if I’m someone like you,” I sat on the stone bench that was to the side. “Draco said that Hogwarts was like home to him... a family,” Tears stung my eyes. “I never had a home, a family...”

McGonagall sat beside me, placing her hand over mine.

“Heir or not, you will always have a home here at Hogwarts. It is a safe haven to all witches and wizards who wish to remain,” She assured me. “And I am the one that must apologize. Mr. Potter is very hotheaded, a negative attribute to Gryffindors I’m afraid,” A smile played at her lips. “But... if Draco followed you to America and brought you here, I have no doubt that you are the heir.” I smiled down at my hands. “I see the way he looks at you,”

“I’ve never met anyone like him before,” I confessed.

“Then you are very special,” She stood. “Now come, you have a title to claim and a sword that belongs to you,”

“I get a sword?” My excitement grew as I followed her. McGonagall merely laughed and led me back through the castle.

Draco, who was anxiously pacing outside of the Great Hall, caught sight of us. He rushed over to me, looking me over before pulling me into a hug, before remembering himself.

“I’m so sorry,” He insisted. “This is my fault. Harry and I never got along, and as soon as I walked in there with you, I pinned you as a rival to him,” He cupped my face softly. “I’m so sorry,” He repeated.

Nodding, I gave him a smile.

“You destiny awaits inside my dear,” McGonagall motioned toward the entrance to the hall.

The second time I walked down the aisle of students, I no longer had the confidence I had before. Except, Draco’s hand in mine gave me the courage to keep going. Except this time, Harry’s malice was not the force holding me back.

As Draco and I were halfway across the room, a great darkness flooded the hall. Disquieted whispers of fear were exchanged among the students and official wizards.

“No other heir will take the throne,” A cruel voice hissed, that I had only heard once before, in a dream. I grabbed Draco’s hand. “No heir but Slytherin,”

I looked to Draco, trying to find what to do next in his eyes. He was just as uncertain as I was. Then something sparked in his eyes.

“The sword Y/n!” Draco urged. “Take the sword and claim your throne!”

“But how is that—”

“Just go!” He ordered drawing his wand and leaving little room for argument.

The darkness hung heavier in the room. Shedding my stuffy robes, I was free to run in nothing more than jeans and a sweater to the podium where the sword lay.

“Don’t touch that sword!” The voice hissed. “Or your lover here dies!”

I turned to see Draco almost entirely consumed by a thick black smoke, struggling for air.

“Don’t hurt him!” I screeched, pausing on my ascent toward the sword.

Hundreds of wizards and witches watched us with bated breath, warned by McGonagall to stay back. I could see the fear and fury in their gazes.

“Don’t hurt him,” I begged, taking a step away from the podium. 

“Y/n, don’t—don’t worry about me,” Draco gasped out.

“You’ll die,” I argued weakly. “You can’t leave me! You promised!”

“I know,” He choked out. “Just trust me. It’s magic,” The sparkle of mischief in his eyes gave me the courage I needed to ignore the threatening evil voice and walked up to the sword for the third time since I arrived.

“No past... no parents...no home...” I muttered, looking at the sword. “But you won’t take my future!”

I gripped the sword handle and held it high above my head, watching as the Great Hall was bathed in golden light. Every person in the room stared at me, before bowing. I didn’t care. My eyes held onto one person.

The dark cloud has nowhere to run, it was vaporized. Draco fell to the ground gasping for air. I dropped the sword to the ground, hearing it clatter somewhere behind me as I rushed to Draco’s side.

“My god, Draco!” I worried over him, holding him close. “Don’t you ever do that again!” He coughed out a laugh and his arms weakly embraced me.

“Y/n, sweetheart, I don’t think now is the right time. You can yell at me later,” He nodded to the faces in awe that stared at me.

I scrambled to my feet, helping Draco up.

“All hail the Gryffindor Heiress and the Slytherin Prince!” McGonagall proclaimed with a clear voice. A loud cheer went up in the Hall that had me blushing and nearly clinging to Draco.

McGonagall came over to me, offering me the sword that laid in her outstretched hands. “I do believe this belongs to you,” She smiled.

I took the sword, and though the light wasn’t as great as it had been moments before, there was a golden shine to the silver metal. I held it up, examining it. A word burned into the metal, in a golden script.

Virtus

I smiled at the word. Glancing up at Draco, and the adoration in his grey eyes, the sword was soon forgotten from my attention.

“Hi,” I whispered.

“Hello,” He smiled.

“So... I’m the Heir,” I offered, nervous for a new reason. 

“I see that,”

“Draco?”

“Yes?”

“I... I, uh,”

“I know.” Draco smiled, “I fancy you too,”

I laughed despite myself at his British vernacular. Of which I had to quickly explain because of the hurt look on his face. Rolling his eyes, he pulled me close, causing me to look up at him. I met curious warm grey eyes that held the secrets of a world. I smiled.

Draco leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, cradling my face with the utmost care as he kissed me. Another cheer went up causing me to laugh and forcing me away from his kiss.

“I love you,” He mended, whispering for just us to hear. 

“I love you too,”

Then he pressed his lips to mine once more not caring if the world was burning or celebrating around us.

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