#the jevan one got... really poetic

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flonott & a kiss on an injury your muse gave to mine. 

People didn’t understand. They couldn’t. Mostly because now that she knew the truth, she couldn’t actually tell what happened; if people learned she was actually a halfblood… well, she’d probably get the same fate as her dad. And she’d rather avoid that. Of course, knowing that now, her betrothal with Stefan crumbled - people blamed it on the fact he tortured her for those memories, but they knew it wasn’t that.

And of course, that meant they couldn’t really be seen together in public anymore. sometimes, it even felt like just them talking, or even just saying hi, in public was creating rumors. She hated that. But at least, they had a few places they could hide at, something they found themself doing a little more often. Somewhere along the lines, Florence knew she really started caring about him, and part of her hated that. But the other part? The other part of her just wanted to live in that moment, in that feeling.

One of those safe places was his dorm, as long as she made sure not to be seen. Which… she had her tricks for. She actually found herself going there more and more ever since she was cleared, and that night wasn’t any different. Weirdly enough, she liked the comfort he procured her, despite everything. The injuries had mostly healed by now, but some would leave nasty scars. It was the price she decided to pay for the truth.

Yet, she couldn’t help but to think… what now? She knew the truth, but what was she supposed to do with it? It was worrying, and she was scared of people finding out now. It was much scarier than the actual war itself. And for a moment, she thought Stefan knew was she was thinking, feeling his lips press against the one scar that would forever remain on her forehead. A shadow of a smile appeared on her lips for a second. “Stef… what are we going to do now?”

jevan & a  kiss that won’t be remembered. 

It was just one of the many they’d shared, nothing special about it. But while it lasted, Evan thought this was the best kiss they’d had. It was just them, and nothing else mattered. It’s all he wanted really, he cared little about anything else. But as he pulled away, the memories of that kiss slowly started to fade away already.

It wasn’t their first kiss. Or the kiss that lead to their first night together. Or the one they shared in that fancy gathering, just to anger her parents. Or that time they stayed up all night at the Black Lake just to see the sunrise. Or the kiss they had when the Slytherin team won the cup, back when he still played. 

No, it wasn’t any of them. It was just one kiss amongst the many others he couldn’t remember anymore.

edma & a  kiss as a warning. 

Merlin, she hated him. She hated him so much she couldn’t get him out of her head. There was just so much about him that infuriated her, but she still always found her way back to him, always found her way back to them. She hated it, and she hated how he made her feel. And she swore to herself this was the last time as she stepped closer to him. It had to stop.

“Can’t stay away, can’t you, Bones?” Her voice was cold, as it usually was when she was talking to him. She wouldn’t admit it, but that was just her trying to convince herself she didn’t want him. Or rather, want him back. Because she did, she certainly did. And being so close in this instant, Emma knew she couldn’t deny that. Heck, he could probably tell how badly she wanted him at this moment. 

She felt herself pull him towards her before she could even think about anything. It was already too late to turn back when her lips came crashing onto his. She was lost in the moment, giving herself to him, feeling like how she used to with him. But the moment she pulled away, the old Emma was gone again, leaving place to the cold one again. “This is never happening again.”

doenott & a  kiss accompanying your muse injuring mine.

Everyone had told her: Stefan wasn’t good, she shouldn’t get too close. But as much as she wanted to believe them, he got under her skin, and it wasn’t long until she just blindly trusted him. She could tell people hated that, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care because she loved him.

So when she made her way to his place, she wasn’t suspecting anything. Really, she should’ve. She should’ve listened to everyone, and walked away before it was too late. She should’ve stayed home instead of coming over. But none of the bad things that could happen to her crossed her mind, and the moment she saw him, she just threw herself in his arms. She just loved him so much.

She got lost in the moment, lost in the taste of his lips. Everything about him just made her lose her mind, she’d never felt like that before. Even as they pulled away, only slightly, before his lips started trailing down her neck, Dorcas was still out of touch with reality, lost in the moment. It was only when she felt the sharp pain in her side that she was brought back to reality. This was not the type of pain she was used to around him, this was not like the soft moments they shared. Something was digging in her side, and she couldn’t stop the gasp of pain that left her lips.

Only then did she realize the rest of the world was right about him.