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siconetribal · 1 year ago

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 7

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali

Warning: Jason is in BIG trouble now, Y/N has decided on who she is strangling, Gotham's greatest detectives at work, RIP mop

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, here is a link to the other parts:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Citlalli noticed the slight droop in her friend’s shoulders. She looked defeated, something rare and it hurt. There was no time to comfort her though, the line of customers growing. The two of them ran back and forth between the register and machines, cranking out the orders as best they could. Jason’s name was one of the first few called, so he made his way over to the pick up station and grabbed the complicated order topped with whip cream and colored foam. Wrinkling his nose at it, he called out a small thanks before making his way back to his seat. The gazes of the other customers hardly bothered him. He was used to being looked at, either out of attraction as Jason Todd or fear as the infamous Red Hood.

Where do I find IAmBatman? She logs in at night at that lounge, but who knows what time she’ll actually get there? I have to go out on patrol tonight too. Even if I was free, what’s my plan? Sit here all day drinking coffee until they close? I didn’t bring my laptop, I can’t log in myself to see when she logs in. There’s no way I’m sitting in that lounge all day! I game, but I’m not going to sit there like some creepy stalker loser jumping at the chime of the door. They’d call the cops on me for sure. He glared at his cup, slowly turning it in place. There had to be something he could do. Something he was missing. It has to be right in front of me, I’m just not seeing it. He sighed, ruffling the front of his hair before taking another sip. “I hate to say it, but I should probably ask Grayson for some advice. He came up with the IP idea and that at least got me closer.” He muttered and slouched in his seat. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes for a brief moment to shut out the world around him. You’re one step closer, Todd, one step closer. Even if I did see her, what did I plan on doing or saying? I’ll come back on a night when I'm free.

Finishing the last of his drink, he tossed the cup and grabbed the two others. He gave a small wave to Citlalli and a nod to Y/N on his way out, thanking them again. The two responded in unison to his gratitude as they continued to crank out the orders. When there was much wanted lull in customers, the two flopped onto their stools and let out a heavy sigh of relief and exhaustion. Midway through the rush, two other employees had clocked in and came to their rescue.

“Damn, we should’ve paid attention to the time. I didn’t realize it was time for the school to let out! Ai, my poor, poor feet!” Citlalli rolled her ankles.

“We should have some sort of alarm system set up that goes off every Monday to Friday that warns of the teenie bopper tidal wave.” Y/N rubbed her lower back. In all the running back and forth, she had nearly slipped more times than she could count, but there was no time to stop. If there was even one complaint and it just so happened to reach their boss, she shuddered at the thought. I’d never hear the end of it! We’d been stuck here until our next shift!

“You think Mr. B would let us?”

“Doubt it,” Y/N rolled her eyes. “It’d cramp the aesthetic,” she emphasized with air quotes. “Not like we’d have some blaring five alarm bell that would freak the customers out. It’d be something for us back here so we aren’t caught off guard by so many orders at once.”

“Not to mention those stupid mobile orders, custom orders, and don’t even get me started on those bullshit “top secret” menu orders that all those de mierda influencers go on and on about online!” Citlalli fumed, once again falling into rapid Spanish as she cursed the bloggers, vloggers, and internet gurus for coming up with the crazy concoctions that sounded horrendously disgusting at times.

“I know, Cici, I know.” Y/N handed her a glass of cold water to help distract her from the thought. If there was one thing Citlalli hated, it was the obnoxious younger generation that thought the world owed them. She could easily go on for hours about the overly privileged rich kids that were taking over and how ungrateful and undisciplined they were, demanding things to be done right away and perfectly perfect every time. Y/N was no fan of the snobby majority either, but these brats were what paid the bills. If these caffeine addicted wannabe famous elites were what kept the water running, she would just put up with the convoluted orders. Especially now that I have that 4k bill on top of it all. She sighed again. How many tortuous and agonizing drinks would it take to finally start making a dent in that bill?

“Oh, you actually got it! You know, for all your tough guy “I’m not mister nice guy”, you do nice things quite often.” Barbara grinned at his eyebrow twitching in response. “Am I wrong?” She raised one of her own eyebrows before tipping the fancy beverage in his direction as a thanks before leaving the room with a sense of victory while Jason stood there grumbling and muttering under his breath.

“I’m not a nice guy,” he insisted to himself.

“Of course, Master Jason, there is nothing nice about standing in one’s way while they are trying to enter the room.” Alfred’s voice caught him by surprise. It was no surprise that Alfred was a highly capable individual, but to be able to sneak up on any of them and so consistently was unheard of. Not for Alfred Pennyworth.

“Sorry Alfred,” he lightly shook his head and stepped aside.

“Not at all, though there must be something more on your mind to be unable to hear me call for you so many times.” The famous Wayne butler walked into the room, going about his usual tasks.

“Ah, nothing that important.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. “Just some dumb shit. Is Grayson home?”

“Master Richard,” Alfred stopped what he was doing and stared at Jason with the same unreadable expression he always had. “Master Richard stepped out for the moment, I am not certain when he will be returning, but he did state that he would be in time for dinner. Shall I set your place for dinner tonight?” Jason’s initial reaction was to refuse, but he hesitated. He really needed to speak with Dick, and this was the only way to assure that he at least got a hold of the older Robin somehow.

“Yeah, why not? I didn’t have any plans set or food anyway. Thanks, Alfred,” Jason nodded his head.

“But of course, Master Jason. If you’ll excuse me, I have to make sure the right number of seats are prepared.” He lightly bowed his head before exiting the room before Jason. The infamous Red Hood let out a heavy sigh, tousling his hair. This was becoming more and more of a handful with each passing day.

But I’ll get it done, dammit! I’m fucking Red Hood! I track down and capture the most notorious and difficult to capture villains on the daily! Finding one average civilian should not be this difficult!

It was now a proven fact. There was not a single shred of doubt left in Y/N’s mind. That tall, dark, and handsome stranger was a walking debt machine. A walking, talking withdrawal demon in human skin that was sent from the deepest pits of financial hell to make sure she would never see light outside the slums of Gotham. Satan, himself, must be cringing in sympathy at this cruel and unusual torture she was being put through. What made her so sure? Well, a certain cleaning instrument had been sacrificed in the urgent need to warn Citlalli and their boss, who was due to come in today, had become aware of said hecatomb. He was not pleased with this unscheduled offering, and the bill for its replacement would be removed from her paycheck.

I’m going to kill him. This is going on his tab, I’m going to make him pay me back for said dues, and then I’m going to wring his neck until I’m satisfied! She imagined her fingers wrapping around his throat, it would obviously require both from how strong it looked; and shook him violently as his face slowly drained of any color as he begged for her forgiveness.

Citlalli saw the malicious smile that curled on her best friend’s lips and noted how it was creeping out the customers. Not wanting her to get in any more trouble, she firmly slapped her on the back. “Get it together, chica! You’re still on the clock and your batshit crazy look is going to get them complaining to the slave driver!” She hissed in her ear, snapping Y/N out of her little daze.

“Owww, didn’t have to hit me that hard.” She scowled in response, attempting to rub the spot, but of course it was just out of reach for her to self soothe. Just my luck, she glared at her best friend one last time before taking the next ticket. She carefully crafted the complex drink, triple checking the instructions to make sure she had it right before bring it to the pickup counter. “Large iced matcha latte with oat milk, brown sugar, white mocha, and strawberry purée in the sweet cream cold foam for…Paizleigh.” Y/N stared at the order and the customer’s name for a moment. Yup and nope, she looked up at those lingering nearby. “Large iced matcha latte with oat milk for Paizleigh.” She called again before placing the cup down in the area marked for O to R names.

“Hey, is that my drink?” A male customer walked up to the counter.

“This is a large iced matcha latte with oat milk for Paizleigh.” She repeated the information and watched as the gears turned in the teenager’s head. Oh boy, not today. Please, not today!

“OK, but is it mine?” And there was the million-dollar question.

“Is your name Paizleigh?” She asked.

“Uh, no,” he scoffed.

“Then how could it possibly be yours? Are the ears on your head just for show? Did you not just hear me when I said, for the third time, expressly to you, that it’s for someone named Paizleigh?”

“Woah, I was just asking-,”

“Just asking one of the stupidest questions you could ever be asking right now because I literally called this drink out three times, and you know your name is not Paizleigh! Better yet, what was your order, hm? Was it even anywhere close to as complex as this one?”

“Uh, I uh, I just order a medium hot coffee with cream and sugar.”

“Like I thought, nowhere near this,” she pointed to the long ticket sticker with detailed instructions on how to layer all add-ons. “Now that we’ve established just how stupid you are, and I’ve wasted enough time on this, shut up and get back in line until we call your name, which is?”

“So, is it my drink?” The sudden question shattered the little daydream where Y/N was forced to grit her teeth and smile. She let out a heavy sigh. If only she could be so bold. But alas, that would be the day she really wanted to lose this job, which was better than some others she has had.

“What’s your name again?”

“Kevin,” her eyebrow twitched.

“Right, Kevin, this drink is for Paizleigh. So, no, it is not your drink. I’m sure one of the other baristas are working on it right now, and it’ll be out shortly. Thank you for your patience.” She forced herself to let go of the cup before she ended up crushing it, and turned to pull her next ticket. And look at that, the golden Kevin ticket. This is all skunk head’s doing, he’s the living embodiment of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, but just for me.

The quiet dinner that Jason had hoped for was dashed with all the children present with Bruce. It was not unheard of to have dinner as a whole family, but it was pretty uncommon since someone was always busy, namely him. And the one time he decided to show up voluntarily is clearly the day everyone made sure to attend. If this was intentional to spend time, it was heartwarming, but the annoyance easily outweighed the small warm and fuzzy feeling.

I needed to talk to Grayson about the girl, but fucking everyone and their father showed up! Literally our father! He growled in annoyance, beating out his frustration into the crook he caught harassing some pedestrians. At least there are idiots out and active today, I need to vent. He dragged the now unconscious body to a place where the police would spot it before disappearing into the shadows once more. Sitting up on the ledge of his favorite building, Red Hood looked at Magnus. “I know, I know, I need to get it done! It ain’t easy!” It was easier said than done. Since that dinner a few weeks back, it was nearly impossible to find time alone to meet with the first Robin.

“Talking to Mildred again? Are you sure you don’t need to see someone about that?” Nightwing chuckled, appearing from behind the gargoyle.

“The name is Magnus, get it right.”

“Woah, there, I didn’t mean to offend!” The blue crusader put his hands up in surrender. “So, how’d it go?” He grinned, taking a seat beside his younger brother.

“Horrible,” he bluntly answered. “That IP address led me to a gaming lounge! How the hell am I supposed to find her in the middle of the day when she games at night?”

“Seriously, damn, did not see that coming.” The elder Robin muttered, resting his chine on his hand as he considered this new information. “She could be coming into town from anywhere and if she’s really big on gaming, she might be willing to go the extra mile of traveling a longer distance just to play.”

“That just takes me back to fucking square one all over again! I’ll have to stake out the place on a night we’re supposed to game just to see who comes and goes.” Red Hood hung his head.

“You just might have to, that sucks. I was certain the IP address would’ve been a hit! Who knew she was using a gaming lounge.” Nightwing shook his head, feeling sympathetic for his younger brother, when some commotion down below caught their attention. They quickly jumped into action, fighting the criminals that were robbing the jewelry store below.

“Yeah, who would’ve thought they’d have such a place here. I’m surprised it hasn’t been hit by thieves yet. Though, it looks like they’re trying to spruce the place up a bit.” He grunted as he took a hit and swing at his assailant, knocking him flat onto his feet.

“Yeah, there’s been quite a bit of that going on with the new people in office. Can’t say it won’t get dirty.” Nightwing responded as he dodged a hit and landed a kick.“Does it ever stay clean?” Red Hood scoffed. “At least there’s a decent coffee shop where I can keep an eye on the place from. By the way, they’ve got some real interesting staff there. This one employee was really,” Red Hood was cut off by a rather big guy tackling him into the brick wall. The sudden blow jolted his memory a bit, and his mind quickly connected two very obvious dots. Holy shit, she was the barista at the counter!

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miscfandomwrites · 1 year ago

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Mama Chapter Twelve

A/N: Inbox is open! And please let me know if you want to be on the taglist for this series.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings:

Words: 1.4k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

“You’re joking!” Wanda exclaimed loudly enough for me to shush her and remind her that Lillith was taking a nap.

She leaned closer to Natasha and yell-whispered : “Please tell me you at least got a photo of that!”

Natasha just grinned and showed her the phone screen, which made Wanda gasp and grab it to show me.

Apparently Bruce and Tony did something in the lab because both weren’t wearing shirts. And from what I could glimpse of the photo before Wanda whisked it away again, was that both of them were covered in a blue powder.

“Do I want to know what happened?” I asked as I dumped another cup of flour into the bowl.

“All I heard was yelling and then when I went to look, both of them stood apart from each other covered in it.” She replied.

I hummed as I worked the yeast mixture in with the flour, and then returned the flour back into the cupboard. Getting the oil and salt from the same cupboard, I turned and quickly measured it into the bowl. I knew I had some work I wanted to get started on soon but with the meeting tonight and the fact that Clint wasn’t here and he asked specifically for me started my anxiety ramping. I had a feeling this was one of those missions that he was pulled aside by the team for and told that someone else would step in because it was too dangerous, and that he’s got a family, and since I’ve barely been on a handful of missions since I joined the Avengers (Due to time and Lillith) this would be a major one.

That’s not to say that I was more replaceable than Clint was ; I understood the need for me to go on this mission despite my daughter. I was a supersoldier, and I’ve been through hell and back several times. It was a proven fact that I could survive things a normal human couldn’t.

I remember one of the mission briefing folders I went over when I first joined. I had spent about a week gathering information beforehand on the team. One of the files I pulled was about what was priority if a mission went south really quickly. The main goal was for everyone to walk out alive, but in this case it was Sam and Clint first, because both didn’t have a full metal suit protecting them all the time and weren’t wearing decent armour due to their skillsets. So those two would be first, then it would be Tony and Wanda. Tony because despite the tin man’s suit, he was still a regular human. And a slightly old one at that. Wanda because she was deemed the best ‘asset’ to shield, with her set of...abilities. Then it would be us, the soldiers, then Hulk and Thor.

Honestly the reports and such on how the missions were supposed to be conducted were pretty smart, and would be extremely effective if anyone actually paid any attention to them.

I mixed in the ingredients and shook out some flour from a bowl onto the countertop. God, I love having a kitchen island. Bread is so much easier to make. I dumped the bread mix onto the counter and put the bowl in the sink, and started the process of kneading the dough until it was a soft, squishy ball.

Wanda and Natasha discussed what exactly happened in the lab, and if Stark and Banner might be trying to hide something from the rest of the team, and I turned my focus inwards, trying to remember the list of tasks I needed to finish for this job.

They wanted it color coded and be able to run the site the same on mobile as on computers, as well as the possibility of an app. Man, an app would take awhile to make. How much are they paying me again? If it’s not over-

“Oh. Hi everyone!” Chirped a slightly sleepy voice from the right of me. I turned my head to see Lillith, a blanket around her shoulders and hugging her wolf close to her chest. I smiled at the site of her blearly rubbing her eyes before checking the clock on the far wall. She’d slept for almost two hours.

“Hey, babydoll.” I said as she came up and peered over the counter to see what I was doing.

“Bread!” She exclaimed, jumping up and down.

I laughed, “Yes, bread.” I said as I slapped it down again and started folding it into a ball.

“Hey Lillith, you wanna watch some movies?” Wanda asked her. She nodded and followed her into the living room as I put the ball into a greased bowl and covered it with a damp towel.

Natasha was still on her phone as I cleaned up the counter and washed my hands, and then as I switched laundry.

I moved to my working area near the bay windows and set a cup of coffee down and booted up the system, as I stretched and glanced at the clock.

Better get going.

The next few hours were busy, and ended with me getting up to get another cup of coffee only to learn that there wasn’t any more. And it was almost seven. Wanda had made some dinner and Lillith was watching a disney movie with her on the couch, and Natasha was on her laptop-When she went and got it was beyond me-at the kitchen counter.

I put my hair up and washed my hands, then took preheated the oven and floured the table.

“Mind if I ask what you’re working on?” I asked her as I shook the dough out of the bowl. She looked up at me and raised an eyebrow,

“Honestly nothing much. Mostly just research for tonight’s meeting.” She replied as she sipped her water.

“Should I be worried about it?” I asked her.

She shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. Our last mission scratched the surface of a bigger Hydra hole, and from the look of it, it’s gonna take several outings to exterminate them all.”

“Damn. That bad?”

“Unfortunately, yeah.” She replied.

I shook my head and started to work the dough. Finally getting it to the consistency I needed, I greased and floured a bread pan and dropped the dough in it. The beep from the oven told me it was ready to be put in, and I set the time for twenty five minutes. I cleaned up the counter and did dishes, then went and switched some laundry and busied myself until it went off again.

Finally the timer went off and I took it out of the oven and turned it off, and let it cool off before I transferred it to a cutting board.

I washed up in the meantime and setup another movie for Lillith. Kissing her forehead, I left with the girls to head to the meeting.

“In English, please.” I told Steve as he finished his story about the previous mission.

“Basically we uncovered a long-term operation by Hydra. We thought it wouldn’t take much but it got to the point where we had to retreat because of how overwhelmed we were getting. And now we need to go back to finish the job, if they haven’t moved on yet. That, and the fact that we know there are two secondary locations we will need to ‘visit’ later.” Bucky summarized.

“And my role in this is..?” I asked.

“You’re taking my place.” Clint said. He was on call with us, and I could faintly here the kids in the background.

“How bad are we talking?” I asked him.

“Angel of Death bad.” He told me.

I took a deep breath and steeled myself, letting the process of my instincts take over.

“Okay.” I replied.

“Angel of Death?” Bruce asked.

“Back when I was in the Marines, my callsign was ‘Angel of Death’. When I was put onto my…special squadron the name carried over. It’s one of the reasons why Fury asked me to join.” I told him.

“Are we talking like my bad, or how bad does it get?” Bucky asked.

I looked to him. “If I switch into that headspace it’s going to be bad.” I answered. He nodded in response.

“Let’s go over the plans again. We’re leaving at four tomorrow morning.” Steve said.

#avengers x reader #miscfandomwrites #natasha romanoff #black widow x reader #mama #marvel x reader #marvel #natasha x reader

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bardicbeetle · 1 year ago

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odd OC asks!

Moira: 🍋 (What is your OC's most painful memory?)

Jesse: 🍹(Does your OC have any funny anecdotes told about them?)

@flyingbananasaur Fuck it you're getting these like I'm running a roleplay blog because I feel like writing in character.

"Funny ones? God, maybe? Ninety percent of them are depressing as hell, gimme a minute..."

It's not, in fact, a minute.

You probably sit alone at the kitchen table for a good half hour until Moira comes through the front door and sees you there. That's fine, you've got a question for her too.

She makes you a cup of tea (it smells like citrus and...maybe rose? Not quite, a little lighter than that. it's a definitely floral but you can't place it. There is probably an alarming amount of honey in it.) and one for herself (whatever is in her mug smells like cinnamon and smoke, you can't taste it, but you did see her heap just as much honey into it as yours) before joining you at the table with an open sketchbook and a handful of pens.

You ask and she wrinkles her nose a bit.

"Uhhh... I mean, I try not to dwell on that shit. Daniel is the curse my past mistakes, oh what a fool I've been flavor, I'm more the hindsight-is-pointless-keep-moving-forward variety." Despite the words, she shifts a little uncomfortably, letting the sketchbook drop from where it's propped in one hand to flat on the table.

"I guess probably the day I left home. Not in like the sense that it hurt to be there, or it hurt to leave the place itself--but it's hard to think about the fact that it was the last time I saw my family. That it was the last time they saw me and it wasn't even me they were seeing. I dunno, it sucks to think that they've still got an image of me in their memory that isn't anything close to who I am." She smiles a little then, discomfort fading. "I guess that gives you an answer. I'm not much of a stick-around-the-hurting kinda person. I've got too much ahead of me to enjoy to bother with giving much attention or energy to the stuff that sucked."

"I thought of one--" Jesse is back, "--like I said, most of the memorable things are pretty depressing--" Moira suppresses a laugh that gets one of her own pens thrown at her. "--shut up. I--

"--spent the first six solid months of college taking ice cold showers because you thought there was no hot water--purely because there was no separate hot tap. Rich boy problems." Moira sighs dramatically, pretending to faint against the table.

The next pen Jesse throws lands directly in her mug, prompting her to pull the remainder of them into her lap. "Rude." Jesse grumbles, though it's not hostile in the slightest and he's still got a grin splitting his face. "Anyways. We had a proper bounty hunter show up once for one of the--Moira they already know--anyway--Avery, really truly looked like a fucking Texas ranger kinda guy, showed up on a horse. I think we had him convinced the whole household was possessed--" The more Jesse talks, the more evident it becomes that this is not somebody capable of telling a succinct story, at least, not verbally. "It was pretty clear he wasn't going to just, leave, so eventually we talked him into staying to get a death certificate so he could get paid, I got him to let my nieces ride his horse--although to be fair I think Jamie would have found some way to do it regardless of if she got permission--and I actually kept contact with him after he left."

Moira frowns slightly at that. "I didn't know you still heard from Avery."

"Yeah, he wanted help picking off the guys who left him in the desert, including his ex, who was a massive asshole." Jesse looks back over to you, smile soft and a bit apologetic. "I know that wasn't particularly funny, sorry, I'm a little empty on funny."

"You could have picked any of the times you met the other three people who live here, which--as a reminder--include: Immediately offering to fuck Daniel after knowing him for approximately ten minutes, handing me the bullet I used to shoot my old boss and promising me it would look accidental, and basically begging Alex to let you adopt them after--surprisingly long for you--a whole hour." Moira counts these off on her fingers as she speaks, a look caught halfway between confusion and amusement on her face.

Jesse just shrugs, "Pretty sure those are all common knowledge--and if not, now they get them as a bonus from you."

~*~

Goodnight, Quinn

#the magician cries #questions concerns and or rotten tomatoes #character ref ja #character ref mh #have some silly little vamp!house antics #Jesse is genuinely a very bad verbal storyteller #he can write. cannot speak to save his life.#sitd #screaming about it #lsdente #my wriitng

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that-floating-ghost-key · 7 months ago

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guess who started actually writing Typed Awakening :D :D anyways, here's the first draft of the first chapter ^^ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ -Chapter 1-

Practically no one was in the cafe this early. The decorative lights on the ceiling creaked slightly as they swayed, being the only noise in the silence. Despite the emptiness, however, a barista was happily working alone, cleaning a cup.

The door chime rings,

“Morning! Welcome to the Sip & Chill cafe! I can take your order when you're ready, but take your time and glance up at the menu if needed.” the barista chirped merrily, seeming stuck cleaning the same cup a few times over as they mindlessly followed a hidden script. The Stranger chuckled,

“Bit early to be so chipper, isn't it?” they comment, looking up through the brim of their hat. The barista blinks idly at them, not a thought behind their eyes. “... Right… background character… I'll just have a shot of espresso” The Stranger sighs, sitting down as their trenchcoat slightly swoops behind them. They glance to the side, idly looking out the window as a guy with a white and gold hero's uniform swoops down nearby, landing, and sneaking into an alley. “Must be a story scene… shit… glad I stepped in here,” they mutter to theirself, idly glancing up at the barista as they had started working on the order.

“It's sad when background characters don't get much development,” The Stranger spoke idly, “just makes ya wonder what you would be like if you just got a bit more development… if you got to be more of a person.” the barista just continued working, an absent look in their eyes before they lightly set down The Strangers order.

“If you need anything else, let me know!” the barista chirped out again… before once again getting stuck in a loop of cleaning one particular cup.

The Stranger snorted, “What a way with words you have,” they muttered sarcastically, sipping their espresso. “Though, not too bad with coffee, at least your author gave you that.”

a distant explosion boomed from the alley across the way as The Stranger downed the rest of their drink, dropping down some money before getting up. “that's probably my cue to leave… shame,” he glanced at the barista again “Take care, maybe I'll run into ya again,”

the door chime rang halfway before the sound fizzled out. the air was silent for a few moments after that but seemed to shimmer with clarity.

Avery blinked a few times, glancing down at the cup they were cleaning as their face scrunched up in confusion. They set the cup down on the deep oak counter next to its clean siblings, hesitating for a moment as they pulled their hands away and looked up again. Avery swore that the now-empty cafe normally had a line of drink orders and full seats of people trying to take advantage of the free wifi. Then again… if it has been empty, have they ever really paid attention to it like this..?

Avery shook their head and started to walk to the back room, maybe they could find some batteries for the door chime-

a sudden POP startled Avery just as they let the backroom door close behind them, their heart jolting slightly as they turned around and looked back out into the cafe. one of the large decorative lights above Avery's workstation had crashed to the ground, the cheap chain used to fasten it to the ceiling had finally given away.

“Jeez… thank goodness I stepped away, that could have really-” Avery had walked over near where the light had fallen, before pausing. looking up at the other lights, Avery couldn't help but notice that the chains were… fine. it was just this one light that had fallen… and in the one space that they were supposed to be.

#writing #writeblr #first chapter #first draft #let me know what you think!#any thoughts are appreciated ^^#🗝️'s original posts #may do a thing where i post the first chapter on my WIPs when I start a new draft #but who knows?#im really proud of this though ^^#^^#:D

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years ago

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this love , freddie andersen

note, this fic is apart of emmie's (@jostystyles) 2.6k top tracks writing challenge, so everyone give a big hand to emmie for putting this together. i love you and you're wonderful. anyways, this is NOT apart of the taylor's version series. just want to make that note too. also, i don't use the entire song. another note, happy birthday to my favorite dane. you're so slay, and i love you so much, and i'll see you in 2 weeks :) pair, freddie andersen x reader summary, freddie had come into y/n’s life just as quick as he left or a fic inspired by "this love" taylor swift. warnings, angst? and it is a little short, but it promise it's good lol word count, 1924 words

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clear blue water high tide came and brought you in and i could go on and on, on and on and i will skies grew darker currents swept you out again and you were just gone and gone, gone and gone

Freddie had come into your life just as quick as he left. It was a bright and sunny day when he walked into your life. It was a cliche, which should've been a red blaring light in your head, but you pushed it to the back of your mind and paid all your attention to the attractive Dane in front of you.

You met after a lousy date. He was picking up an order at the restaurant you were at and saw you sitting alone. It was a little forward of him, but he sat down in front of you, and boom!

*flashback*

Your date, whose name you had forgotten, had left long ago, but you found yourself still at the table, swirling your straw around the cup. The restaurant wasn't too packed which was probably why they hadn't kicked you out yet.

This was the third guy you had met online and agreed to go on. date with, and you were starting to lose hope. Right as you were about to grab the waiter, a really tall guy pulled out the chair in front of you.

You stared at him like he was crazy, and he probably was, but the suit he was wearing said he wasn't some random guy who had stumbled in, "Um..."

"Okay, I don't normally do this, nor have I ever done this." He began, "But you looked really lonely, and I didn't want you to be sitting alone." He looked sincere, but this was still very much out of the blue.

"That's very nice." You smiled, "But I gotta go."

"Are you gonna walk home?"

"No, the buses are still running, so..." You shrugged.

"No, don't. I'll drive you home." He stood up with you, and you hesitated, "I swear I'm not a murderer." You raised a brow, "You can look me up. My name's Freddie Andersen."

You stared at him for a moment, before pulling out your phone and looking him up. You were more than surprised to find that he had a google page that wasn't just photos of all the Freddie Andersen's in the world, it was actually him.

You looked back up at him, "Does that work on all the other girls?"

"I don't know, never done it before. I'll let you know tomorrow."

*flashback over*

You only went out for a couple months, but they left a big imprint on your life. For those couple of months, your entire life was Freddie Andersen. Then, one day, he was there, then he wasn't.

The day he left, was quite the opposite of when you first met him. It was cloudy and dark, and when you were driving home, it was pouring down rain.

tossing, turning struggled through the night with someone new baby, i could go on and on, on and on lantern, burning flickered in my mind, only you but you were still gone, gone, gone

A few months after you and Freddie broke up, you tried to move on. Your friends set you up with a guy, and for the first time, you found yourself finally laughing, even if his jokes were cheesy.

Maybe, you were moving a little fast in this relationship, but you didn't really care. Your friends were worried at the pace at which you were moving, but you paid them no mind.

You were attempting to sleep, but whenever you closed your eyes, the only thing you saw was Freddie. You tossed and turned the whole night, and your new boyfriend, Andy, had woken up a couple times during the night to your turning onto your side.

The next morning, you were up and out of bed before him, and you were making coffee by the time he was awake, "Good morning." You smiled as if you weren't absolutely exhausted.

"Morning." He smiled. He grabbed the mug you had made for him a took a long sip, "So..." He began.

"So...?" You turned to him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You asked.

"It's nothing, it's just..." He took another sip of coffee, "All last night, you were tossing and turning, and I think you actually kicked me at one point."

"Did I? I knew it." You winced.

"Are you okay?" He repeated.

"I'm fine. Just stressed about work." You brushed it off.

"All right, well you know I'm here for you." He squeezed your hand.

"I know." You nodded. He smiled and walked back down the hallway to get ready for work while you stood in the kitchen, rethinking the entirety of your relationship.

in losing grip on sinking ships you showed up just in time

Before Freddie sat down in front of you, were about ready to give up and accept your fate of being single and lonely, but after he sat down, it felt like everything fell into place.

It was like a puzzle, and he was the missing piece. He swopped in, and suddenly, your life was flipped upside down.

*flashback*

After work, you had no plans. The only thing getting you through the workday was the thought of getting home, lounging on the couch, and catching up on some trashy TV you missed. You didn't expect Freddie to come knocking on your door, a bag of your favorite food in hand.

"What're you doing here?" You smiled, moving away and letting him walk into your kitchen.

"Just thought I'd come and surprise you." He shrugged, taking out all the to-go boxes and setting them on your island. He grabbed two plates and started forking out food onto the plates.

When he carried both plates towards the couch, "Grab forks and something to drink."

"I'm all out of beer." You told him.

"Well, bring out that sparking water or whatever." He waved his hand as if he didn't like the Buble water too.

You shook your head with a smile and grabbed two cans of the sparking water and joined him on the couch, "So, why're you really here?"

"I already told you."

"Yeah, I know, now I want the truth."

"I could tell you had a bad day." He admitted.

"How could you tell? We didn't talk at all today."

"You sent quick 1-word texts." He answered, "Usually it's a sentence or even a few words, but whenever it's 1-word text, then something's usually wrong."

You smiled at his admission. He was right in that you did have a sort of bad day, and the fact that he deduced that through your texts made you fall even more in love with him.

"Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself." You laughed.

"I'm just very observant." He shrugged it off, and you went on with your night.

You were both in bed and you could tell Freddie was close to falling asleep, but you were wide awake, staring up at the ceiling even in the darkness.

There was only one thing running through your mind and you knew you had to get it off your chest, "Freddie?" You whispered. He let out a sleep-filled groan, "I have to tell you something."

"Hmm." He groaned, turning to face you tiredly, but his eyes were still closed.

"I just wanted to tell you that I love you, and if you hadn't come into my life that day, I think I might've just given up on the idea of being with someone. Things would have been very different for me. So, I guess, I'm just thankful for you."

"I'm thankful for you, too." He spoke with a smile as he pulled you into him, pressing a kiss to your head as he held you tight, "And I love you, too."

*flashback over*

this love left a permanent mark this love is glowing in the dark, oh-oh, oh these hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me, oh-oh, oh

Even though you were only together for a short period of time, Freddie left a lasting imprint on your life. Almost every free moment you had was spent with each other, and in the moments you weren't together, you were thinking about him and vice-versa.

your kiss, my cheek, i watched you leave your smile, my ghost, i fell to my knees when you're young, you just run but you come back to what you need

In the weeks leading up to your breakup, you thought everything was going well, but when he dropped the bomb that he wanted to break up, everything stopped.

The clock ticking on the wall stopped ticking, the coffee in the pot stopped brewing, the movie playing in the living room stopped playing, your heart stopped and you felt your airways close.

After the words "I think we should break up", everything out of Freddie's mouth sounded like Charlie Brown's parents. It was all distorted.

He approached you and cupped your face, placing a lasting kiss on your forehead, before pulling away and looking into your eyes. You looked deep into his too and saw the underlying pain in them.

You watched him, frozen in your spot, as he picked up his bags and headed out the door. Once the door was shut, you finally broke down.

You fell to your knees and let out a cry. You let yourself cry for hours and hours. You eventually your way to the bed where you stayed there for almost a week.

Your friend eventually came to check on you after you hadn't responded to her texts, where she found you in bed. She picked you back up off the ground both figuratively and literally. She helped you get back up on your feet and helped you become you again.

this love is good, this love is bad this love is alive back from the dead, oh-oh, oh these hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me, oh-oh, oh

5 years later

You found yourself sitting at a table post-date. This date, compared to the others, was actually quite good. He asked questions that he actually wanted to know the answers to, he showed up a couple minutes earlier than you (which you only knew because you were early too), and he laughed at your jokes, which all the other dates didn't find funny.

But still, you found yourself sitting alone after the date, a weird pit in your stomach. It was weird. He was a great guy but it didn't feel right.

At that very moment, Frederik Andersen was walking into the restaurant, and while he waited for the waiter to bring back his bag of food, he looked around the room and spotted you easily.

It was almost like a lone spotlight was shining on you and was drawing him in. He grabbed the bag of food and made his way over to you.

He smiled, pulling out a chair. You looked up startled but when he saw it was him, your face softened.

"I don't normally do this," You smiled at the familiar words, "But you looked really lonely, and I didn't want you to be sitting alone."

"That's very nice." You smiled, repeating the same words you all 6 years before when Freddie had sat down in front of you at the restaurant.

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neoculturetravesty · 4 years ago

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Lie to me

Image taken from here. Because lbr, this Jaehyun made us all feel some kind of way.

Pairing: Rich CEO Jaehyun x Escort Reader Genre: smut, pwp, angst, mafia au if you squint Warnings: 18+, Dom Jaehyun, sub and escort reader, lingerie kink, collar kink, makeup kink, beauty kink, intense choking kink, choking out (breath play) and some fear play associated with that, oral (male receiving), deep throating, unprotected sex, innocence kink, Jaehyun has a lot of fucked up thoughts about wanting to own you. Word Count: 5.5k

Summary: Jaehyun knows he’s playing with fire when he keeps booking the most beautiful girl that the high end mafia-owned escort service has to offer.

A/N: Ngl, this gets dark: there are mentions of intense loneliness, thoughts about Jaehyun wanting to (at one point) make it hard for the reader just to feel something, and towards the end, the reader longing for an escape from the mafia escort life. If you’re uncomfortable with any of these themes, please protect yourself and stay away.

It was in the way you were kissing him so needily that Jaehyun felt most powerful. It was in the way the city skyline was glittering behind him, turning the two of you into mere silhouettes in its glory. But Jaehyun didn’t care. He had his back to that view. Because he liked the view in front of him a lot better.

He liked that you were on all fours on the couch while he sat splayed out like a king, still in his suit from earlier. He liked that you were pretty from him from head to toe. Hair pushed to one side, giving him the perfect view of the black lingerie set you wore. A beautiful see through lace bra. A matching garter belt that hugged your waist in all the right places. Panties that make your perfect pussy lips peek through. Thigh high stockings that the belt clipped onto. And beautiful black stilettos to finish it all off. He even loved the sweet taste of your lipgloss as you kissed him with so much attention. He loved that you were kissing him at all. Then again, it’s what he had paid you extra for.

It’s what he would pay you for every time he had to make these damn business trips. Because for a couple of nights, you would use your sweet mouth and sweeter pussy to ease all the tension from his mind and his body. Like you were doing now. Purring as you kissed him, making little, lovely sounds with your whole body as you leaned into the kiss. And if you got off balance, you would grab onto his shirt, then lay your hand over his chest, while Jaehyun sat there and did nothing. One arm rested over the frame of the couch where he sat. The other held onto the glass of whiskey you had made for him.

“More.” Jaehyun demands and you know exactly what he means so you begin kissing him even more needily. You whine like your entire body wanted him, not just your lips. You mewl as you grip onto his shirt tighter, grinding your hips against nothing but air. You press your mouth into him and kiss him like you couldn’t breathe and he was giving you oxygen. Like if you didn’t get to kiss him, you would die.

Jaehyun knots his fingers in your hair at the nape of your neck and pulls you off of him and you whine and reach for his lips once more but his grip is firm. He holds you away from him while your eyebrows knit together. Panting. Reaching for him in want. Because that’s what he wants to see.

“Shhh…” he kisses the corner of your mouth then brings the glass of whiskey he’s been drinking from to your lips. “Sip.” he orders simply.

You sip deeply as you pant, drinking like you need this, though the taste is strong and burns your throat on it’s way down. Jaehyun sets the cup down and swipes his thumb across your lips to wipe the little droplets away. Then he reaches in to kiss you but not for long enough. His hand in your hair is firm but his hand around your throat is unsatisfied.

“I can’t choke you when you’ve got this collar on.” he mutters irritably.

“Do you want me to take the collar off, Sir?” you ask him attentively.

“No, baby girl.” He leans in to kiss you sweet. “I wanna take it off for you. Get on your knees.”

“Yes, Sir.” you say and elegantly get off the couch and kneel before him. Jaehyun runs his eyes down your body and is pleased with what he sees. You seem like you’ve really made an effort to look the way you look tonight. Your hair looks gorgeous and he can tell it must have taken a lot of time. Even your makeup is prettier than usual, making you look so goddamn glamorous. Your skin is glimmering. In another world, you could’ve been a top model instead of a high end escort. Then again, he had paid you to look this way. After the sort of week he had had, he wanted something to soothe his sore eyes.

Jaehyun’s hands softly push your beautiful hair behind your shoulders, then he begins unclasping your leather collar with care. He undoes it and removes it from your slender neck and watches the imprint it has made on your delicate skin. He leans in and places a kiss on it to soothe you. But then he closes his hand around your pretty throat and gently squeezes.

“Remember, baby girl. Eyes on me.” he reminds you as his hand slowly but surely keeps increasing the pressure.

“Yes, Sir.” you whisper to him and look up at him from below. You try to keep your face soft, obedient, pretty. But Jaehyun can see the slowly building loss in your composure. And that’s what he wanted to see. It’s why he would choose you every single time. He wanted to take the most perfect girl he could find, the most poised and beautiful girl he could find. And slowly make her come undone in his hands. It was fucked up and he knew it. But what could he do when here you were in his grip, your pretty eyes looking at him with so much vulnerability, your sweet lips parting, your cute face changing color as Jaehyun slowly squeezed your airways.

Your body convulses as you hit your limit and your hand instinctively comes up to grip the wrist of his hand that was holding you by the throat. But Jaehyun doesn’t stop. He would stop only when you tapped him thrice. That was your system. But you were his favorite girl for a reason. Because though you’re convulsing and gripping onto his wrist with both your hands, and though your body’s fighting instinct has switched on, you’re not tapping out. Jaehyun is actually impressed that this time, your eyes are still very much on him, even as they begin to lose focus and close.

“Well done.” he says, satisfied when you become heavier in his grip. He holds you against his knee and presses his lips to your forehead, his hand coming away from your neck and rubbing over the plane of your chest.

His lips and his hands keep soothing you till you come back to life. When you do, your face is panicked and you gasp in lungfuls of air though he hasn’t been choking you for a while. You lean into his thigh, swallowing, panting, gasping from the experience. A couple of tears spill from your eyes.

Jaehyun leans in and wipes them with his thumb. He kisses your forehead again. “Was that too intense, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.” you called him that when you were feeling vulnerable and scared. When you weren’t too sure what kind of a night you were in for.

But this was exactly the kind of shit that Jaehyun was into. Where he would break you till you were quivering and helpless and scared and needing someone. And then to become that someone you needed.

“Come here, sweet girl.” He pulls you up into his arms and onto his lap. You lay your head on his shoulder as he collects your legs in his arm, then soothingly rubs his hand over them while his lips press calming kisses to your lips. He reaches behind you and undoes your bra and takes it off of you. Then he holds you to him close. His hands rubbing over your naked back. Your bare chest pressing into his clothed one. He loved how frightened you had been and how you were calming down in his arms now. He loved that he could do that for you. Comfort you and be the only one that could calm you down--even though he had been the one to make you this way in the first place. But what did it matter? It was all pretend, anyway. And he loved how much you needed him in this moment. It was the only way anyone ever needed him.

“I really appreciate that you did that for me.” he tells you, pressing his lips to your cheekbone. He smiles as he combs your hair away from your face so he can see you properly.

“Thank you, Sir.” you say softly, obediently.

Jaehyun’s smile fades. It’s not what he wanted to hear. He doesn’t like that you’re on autopilot again. Or that you’re calling him ‘Sir’ again. He liked it when you called him ‘Daddy’ because it would tell him that it was you that was speaking to him. You, when you were in your most vulnerable, most sincere, most real. You, when it was you and him. Not an escort and client.

So, Jaehyun tries something else. He pets your soft hair then strokes your cheek with this thumb. “You look so beautiful today, baby. More beautiful than I’ve ever seen you. Too beautiful to be real. Did you do this for me?”

You look him in the eyes and nod, smiling gently. “Yes, Sir.”

Jaehyun traces his thumb over the shape of your perfect lips. “How long did it take you to be this pretty for me, baby?”

You’re pressing little kisses onto his thumb as you hear him talk. “All day, Sir.” you breathe out.

“All day?” Jaehyun purrs into your skin. “Wanna get on your knees and tell me about it?”

“Yes, Sir.” you say respectfully and get off of his lap and sink back to your knees in between his feet. Jaehyun unbuckles his belt and pulls his zipper down. He brings his hands to your breasts first, taking both your nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling and pulling them to his desired hardness. Then he puts a hand to the back of your head and brings it to the base of his cock.

“Kiss me while you talk, baby girl. Tell me how you started your day to get pretty for me.” Jaehyun says, picking his whiskey back up as he settles into the couch. Ready to be serviced. Ready to be loved, even if he had bought it.

“I woke up at 10 am then got a full body wax because I know Sir enjoys me smooth.” you begin telling him as you start pressing kisses to his balls. You hold his length in your hand to get more access to the base. You look so pretty from where Jaehyun’s looking. Your perfect jawline visible as your mouth moved on him. Fuck, you were way too pretty. He had the prettiest girl on her knees, kissing his cock in the most depraved way possible. He felt like a king.

“Mmm. Good girl. How long did it take and who did it for you?” Jaehyun asks, wanting to know all the little, perverse details.

“It took an hour. And um…” your kisses pause and Jaehyun’s eyes close. He knows you want to say ‘the service’. The service did it for you. The damn service prepared your body and made you pretty and sent you to his hotel room to be fucked. Because he had paid for all of that, not for any other reason.

“... a woman did it for me.” you finish and resume your kisses and Jaehyun lets out a breath. He makes himself smile again. You were good, he had to admit. The amount of times he had booked you had made you learn some things about him. Despite his reality, he allows himself to fall back into this fantasy.

“Yeah? Did she do anything else to your body?” he asks, combing your hair away from your face with his fingers as you begin kissing his length deeply. You would choose one spot, kiss it with so much attention and roll your tongue over it and over it. Then you’d move to another spot. You were so perfect that it woke the most carnal, most feral parts in Jaehyun. The ones that wanted to destroy you.

“Mmm… she bathed me. She put me in a tub with essential oils. I asked her to put in all your favorites.” you say and Jaehyun takes your hand that’s gripping at his cock and brings it to his face. He presses his nose to the inside of your wrist and inhales your skin deeply.

“I can smell it.” He presses a kiss to the back of your hand before he returns it to you. “What did you do after that?”

“I… I was dried and then oiled on my entire body. Even the insides, so they would be good for you.” you answer, slowly making your way up to Jaehyun’s leaking tip.

“Hmm… all of your insides?” Jaehyun strokes your face and feels the heat coming off of it when you answer.

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Then what did you do?” Jaehyun holds his cock so you can kiss the tip exactly how he likes. Goddammit your lips were perfect. You were gorgeous as fuck, like you could’ve been the most glamorous model to have ever existed. But here you were, sweetly kissing his thick tip on your knees, your pretty face tilting this way and that in devotion. The most beautiful girl in the world was kissing his cock in devotion.

“I went to get the lingerie. I tried on many before I decided on this one for you.” you say, kissing his tip, the precum still connecting your lips to it when you lift up to talk.

“It is a good choice, baby girl. I love it.” Jaehyun kisses the top of your head then picks up his glass. “What did you do next?”

“I got my hair and makeup done. It took about three hours because I wanted to be so perfect for you, I got full body makeup done.” you’re swirling your tongue over his sensitive tip now and Jaehyun tilts his head back into the headrest and bites his lip. Fuck, your mouth was so sweet. Your lips were sweet and your tongue was sweet and your voice was sweet and your words were sweet. But your throat was sweeter.

“My baby looks perfect. More perfect than any girl I have ever seen.” He says as he grits his teeth. He exhales before he orders “Stay like this.” He angles your head down, holds it in place and then begins fucking up into your open mouth. And you’re good because you accept him right away. As if your body was attuned to his, and you knew what he wanted to do, what pace he wanted to set. You’ve relaxed your jaw and you allow yourself to be held by the head and be throatfucked. You allow yourself to drool down Jaehyun’s length thickly because you know he would appreciate it.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth is so sweet for me.” Jaehyun’s voice is strained but it is just as well because he loved hearing the lewd sounds of his cock pumping wetly into your throat. He loved how it echoed around this damn hotel suite. He preferred it over the sound of his loneliness, anyway.

He fucks into you faster till his thighs are sore and he can’t move anymore. Then, he just pushes your face down on him all the way, till your nose is pressed up into his stomach and your throat is closing around his cock, drawing the most satisfied growl out of him and you can’t breathe anymore. He only let’s go when you desperately tap at him three times.

You come up gasping like a drowning woman who has just surfaced and Jaehyun watches as you sit back onto your heels. He watches your pretty face, looking so fucked out. Your makeup was starting to beautifully streak around your eyes just a little bit. Your lips were parted as you breathed in air throatily and your chin was wet with slobber. He watches how your breasts heave up and down from your panting. He watches the thick mess of your drool on his cock. All of it just makes him lean forward and press a long, lingering kiss to your hairline.

“Good girl. You’re so good for me. My perfect girl.” he says into the kiss.

“Thank you, Daddy.” you gasp in the sweetest voice in the world and Jaehyun’s heart aches for you. It makes him put his arms around you and hold you like this, to his chest while you kneel and his hardness presses in between your bodies.

He pulls back and brings his face closer to you. He looks at you from above as he wipes your chin with his hands. “I’m going to fuck your pussy now. Did you get your shots?” he asks caringly. Of course he knew you got your shots. He would receive your full fucking medical report each time he booked you. But he wanted to live this fantasy. Where he had someone he could be concerned about. Someone he could love. Someone to make him feel wanted and needed.

“I did, Sir.” you say and Jaehyun kisses your forehead once again.

“Good. This means I can fuck you bare. I can feel your sweet pussy right on my cock like I’m supposed to.”

You smile as you look up at him. “Yes, Sir.”

Jaehyun kisses your face again. He couldn’t get enough of you. You looked like the most beautiful little broken doll on your knees for him and he couldn’t get enough. “Good girl. Now kneel on the couch so I can fuck you.”

“Yes, Sir.” you say and stand up but before you can kneel, Jaehyun pulls your panties sensually down your legs, unclasping the garter hooks as he goes. He holds your hand like a gentleman and helps you climb on the couch on your hands and knees.

He watches your perfect little holes. Plump and pretty and lined up for him, perfectly framed between your garter belt and your stockings. For a moment, he watches in yearning. It was these fucking holes and your cute face that put him in this mess in the first place. Where he couldn’t get enough of you. Where he kept putting his hand into the lion’s den. Where he realized how empty his life was. How lonely he was. How he had no one at all. How he had to pay a woman to make him believe that he was wanted. That somebody needed him.

He smiles sadly. It wasn’t your fault. You were the only thing in his life that gave him any sort of happiness. So he leans forward to press a kiss on your ass. Then he takes off his jacket and loosens his tie before taking it off him as well.

He lines himself to you and watches you for a moment longer. Fuck, you were so beautiful. Your perfect body was on all fours, your perfect hair was swept to one side leaving your neck so deliciously exposed, your perfect hips were held high, your perfect pussy was glistening as it waited for him. And it was all Jaehyun’s for the taking. So he doesn’t wait a moment longer and grabs onto your perfect waist and pushes himself inside of you.

You let out a lovely moan that sounds like music to his ears. For a moment, he doesn’t even wonder if that moan was real or not. He just listens to your voice that sounds like heaven to his ears. He lets you sing sweet melodies out into the air as he pumps you. He lets your lovely voice take over his carnal senses as he fucks you. But soon, it’s not enough. Soon, the need to strip you down and break you takes over. He wants to hear you. He wants you to moan for him. He wants to hear your sweet voice keen out in pleasure because this is real… not because you’re giving him what you think he wants.

So he gets on his knees on the couch as well and leans over, pressing his body onto you so he could hold you up into him and fuck down into you. He squeezes you. He uses his strength and squeezes you with his arms till you’re mewling out for him and you’re close enough that you feel his heartbeat thumping into your back.

“Oh, baby. Do you feel me? Do you feel me all the way inside you?” he moans in your ear. He sounds breathless, he sounds desperate. He sounds like a drowning man.

“Y...yes, Sir!” you moan. His hand creeps down your arm and takes your hand. You balance yourself on the backrest of the couch as he takes your hand and lays it over your stomach, then presses his own hand on top of yours.

“Feel that, baby girl. Feel my cock moving inside you. Feel me owning your body, inside and out.” Jaehyun all but growls at you. Fuck, you were so fucking tight, it was making his vision blurry. But this is what had made him keep choosing you in the first place. All those months ago, he had asked for a perfect girl; and a new girl. Someone who was new to the company. Someone whom he could, in a fucked up way, break in, train her insides to know his cock and his cock alone. He wanted someone to want him in that way, someone who would belong to nobody but him.

You’re moaning so pretty. Your eyes are closed as if in ecstasy and you breathe in deep, controlled breaths as you feel your belly and Jaehyun’s body hugging into you like this. He grabs your jaw from behind and squeezes your chin.

“Tell me how you’re feeling, baby girl.” Jaehyun begs.

“I… I feel so good, Sir. Your cock feels so good inside me.”

No. That’s not what Jaehyun wanted to hear. He didn’t want to hear the script you probably used with all your customers. He wanted to hear you when you were you and he was him. He wanted to know how he made you feel.

So he fucks into you harder, just so he could get a real reaction. And he does because your moans have turned to whimpers and your face has contorted in his hand and you’re sucking in your breath through your teeth. But you’re not stopping him. He wonders if you would ever tell him to stop. He wonders if other men fucked you even rougher to make you be able to take this.

Jaehyun doesn’t know what comes over him. But he finds himself wrapping his discarded tie around your delicate throat and pulling you up so you were both kneeling upright. Then he bares his teeth and squeezes your neck with it and fucks into you faster. No. No man could fuck you like he did. He was just not going to allow it.

Finally, he sees it. He sees that fear on your face again, because your eyes are squeezed shut and your pretty mouth is parted as you take deep breaths to absorb what you’re being given and there is anxiety on your face and both your hands are on Jaehyun’s hands that are holding onto the tie around your neck. Not pulling him off, but preparing to, if it came to that. This. This was the only way Jaehyun could get you to be real with him. Your fear was the only true emotion you’d show him. It’s what had made him addicted to using you this way. Because in those few seconds of pure, visceral fear, he would see you.

But you were a trooper. Because you were taking his vicious fucking and relentless choking and not stopping him. You were letting him growl out like an animal and fuck you like animal and use your body for whatever fucked up emotions his emptiness was pulling out of him.

And Jaehyun realizes. A whore is a whore, no matter how much he fools himself into believing otherwise. He was nothing to you. You were a whore and he was a paying customer.

And that’s when he finds himself abandoning the tie and wrapping his arm around your neck and choking you so damn hard that you’re tapping onto him right away and whimpering when he lets go.

Jaehyun sits back onto the couch, panting. He feels wretched, like his emotions are choking him like his arm was choking you. He pulls you back onto him and makes you sit on his cock.

“Tell me how you really feel.” he asks desperately, grasping at straws, begging you for something real.

“I feel so good, Sir. You make me feel so good.” you breathe out in your damn pretty voice and it makes Jaehyun want to cry out. But he doesn’t cry… anger was better than crying. So he grips the hair at the back of your head.

“No. You! Tell me how you really feel. Tell me how I really make you feel!” he yells at your face and holds you still so you won’t move on him. So you’d be forced to look at him and put down your walls for once and tell him.

You try to breathe evenly as the man before you grips onto you aggressively and demands an answer. You watch the man breaking. Men had cried to you before. Men would tell you anything when they bought your company. But this man wasn’t crying, yet you find yourself wishing that he was. It would be better than the wreckage you saw in front of you. So you look at him and for once in your career, you provide an answer.

“I’m paid to tell men whatever lies they want to hear. I don’t know how to tell the truth anymore.” you tell him in a surreal moment where the veil has been lifted for the two of you for a split second; but it was enough for Jaehyun to see the girl behind the pretty, poised and perfect façade.

“Then lie to me.” Jaehyun cries and pulls your knees in so you’d fall into him and he could hold you. Hold you close to his body with his arms around you and your arms around him. “Lie to me…”

You begin moving on him slow and when he hears your voice this time, it isn’t pretty or serene or lovely or any of those things. It is thick and raspy and finally reflects the storm that was in Jaehyun’s chest.

“I love you.” you whisper and Jaehyun can’t hold back his cries of laughter. He kisses your bare shoulder that was pressed into his face and wraps his arms around you, a hand over your head so he could cradle you while you moved on him.

“Yeah? You love me?” he turns his head to look at you and you’re buried into the crook of his neck, your lips parted, your eyebrows scrunched and it looks so real that Jaehyun’s heart explodes with happiness.

“I love you.” you breathe and the tremors in your voice are so sweet that Jaehyun kisses your shoulder again to soothe you. You had taken his pain. You had seen his pain and absorbed it because Jaehyun saw on your face what he had felt in his body. So he protects his girl, his perfect girl, his beautiful girl, the prettiest girl in the world to have ever lived.

“Why?” Jaehyun asks happily and he is surprised that his voice is equally as shaky with elation “Why do you love me, baby?” Jaehyun holds your body and moves in you now so you would feel his love.

You lift up as he takes over and bring your hands from around his back to on his face. You cradle it “I love you because… because you’re a good man.” you tell him and Jaehyun hears the sincerity in your tone. He’s probably going crazy. He’s probably crazy because a whore’s words of love are sounding sincere to his ears now.

Jaehyun smiles at you “Yeah? I’m a good man?” It felt so good to hear it, to hear anyone tell him that. But it was coming from the lips of an angel, so it felt even sweeter.

“You’re a good man.” you nod and then your head tilts back and your eyes close and you gasp a moan.

Jaehyun kisses at your neck that you’ve exposed by tilting back and he kisses at your collarbone and he kisses at your breasts. “Why else? Keep talking to me, baby…” Jaehyun can’t help that his hips are picking up the pace of their own accord. As if they need the release, as if they see how doing so is making you melt in his hold.

You’re breathless when you talk “I… I love you because… because you hold me like this. Because you treat me so good and take care of me.”

“I take care of you, baby? Of course, baby, I will always take care of you.” Jaehyun’s voice breaks as he looks up to tell you that.

“I love you because… you’ve never hurt me. You’ve only loved me.” You say, still cradling his face and stroking your thumbs on his cheekbones.

Jaehyun closes his eyes and presses his head on your chest. You hold his head in your arms and he picks up the pace and moans like he’s in pain. You stroke his back and the hair at the back of his head and hold him like he was the last man on earth.

“Look at me.” he demands and you do. He holds your gaze and pumps up into you strongly till he’s emptying himself inside of you while he grunts and you’re a whimpering mess but you never leave his eyes.

“Shh… it’s over now, baby.” he calms you because your body has begun to shiver. He gently lifts you off him and sets you on the couch and gets up, but you hold his wrist.

“I’m just getting you a cover.” he tells you kindly but you shake your head.

“Stay with me.”

So Jaehyun sits back down and picks up your body and cradles it in his lap and covers you with his jacket instead and rubs some warmth into the rest of your skin with his hands. He watches how your eyes close as your whimpers and shivers die down, how your lips had been pressing into his shirt all this time, leaving little lipstick marks on the white fabric. How slight your shoulders seemed in his strong arms, how needily you were curling your body up into his.

“I wish you could take me away from all of this.”

Jaehyun’s head whips around. Like he’s not sure you’ve said what you’ve said. He’s pretty sure his cock isn’t inside of you anymore. He’s pretty sure the sex part of the night is over. So why did you say that?

He pulls your head back by your hair and searches your face. Then he presses his lips into your forehead and protectively covers your shoulders with his jacket again.

“I can. I can take you away.” He promises but you look at him like you’re fighting back tears when you shake your head.

“It’s not that simple.”

“I’ll make it simple. I’ll take you away, baby.” He vows and takes your hand and kisses the back of it in an intense promise.

“You can’t.” you shake your head “You can’t fight them, Jaehyun.”

“I can fight the world for you.” he declares passionately. He’s not sure if he’s truly lost his mind. He doesn’t know if you’re still lying to him, if all of this is still play or not. When it came to you, the lines between reality and fantasy were all blurred. But you had said his name.

You had never lied to him like this before, and you had never said his name and now, Jaehyun doesn’t care. He liked living this fantasy where you wanted him, where you needed him to save you. He would live in this fantasy forever, even if it killed him.

“Then let’s run away.” you whisper to him as a hot tear falls from the corner of your eye.

Jaehyun looks at you in unbelievable, gut-wrenching joy. Like he literally can’t believe it. “Yeah? You wanna run away with me?”

You nod as more tears fall and Jaehyun smiles a brimming, thankful smile that comes out in an exhale and puts his forehead against yours.

“We’ll run away. I’ll take you away and keep you safe. I’ll protect you forever. I’ll protect you if it’s the last thing I do.” he vows and your eyes close.

Now you let yourself believe. You let yourself believe as he lies to you. You let him hold you, you let his arms protect you as the city skyline glimmers behind you, turning the two of you into mere silhouettes.

You let yourself believe that he would save you.

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somedaylazysomeday · 3 years ago

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Bodyguard (Part Two)

Alpha-17 x fem!reader. Reader works as a political aide who is volun-told to assist a controversial politician. Said politician pissed off the wrong people and Alpha was assigned to be his bodyguard until the inflammatory issue was voted on. After your transport was shot down, you and Alpha are alone in an abandoned cabin, trying to survive a cold night.

Read part one here! Early cut on this one because we get right to it.

Rating: NC-17, explicit, smut, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: fingering, unprotected piv sex, hint of a hint of a breeding kink.

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Alpha’s kiss was deep and thorough, raging with the passion he had hidden so well. You were caught up in the onslaught at first, shocked by it, but you recovered enough to eagerly participate. You threaded your fingers into his hair just to add to the sensations. He seemed to be doing the same, running the tips of his calloused fingers over every bit of skin you had left exposed.

It was lovely, tucked in a nest of blankets in front of a fire, kissing Alpha like it was more important than breathing. But this wasn't all you wanted - you were working with a goal in mind. Every time you moved, it was to let the blanket wrapped around you slip a little looser. The blanket that had been draped over your shoulders was long gone, as well.

When Alpha's fingers danced across your collarbone and down, you saw your chance, moving in the slightest shrug and giving the kiss every ounce of attention you could muster. Thus distracted, Alpha's hand worked further and further down, until he was cupping your naked breast.

He only pulled away after his thumb brushed over your pebbled nipple, coaxing a sound from you before you could stop it.

"Sorry, mesh'la," he apologized, slowly removing his hand. He placed it instead on the curve of your hip - an even more promising spot, to your way of thinking.

"It's fine, Alpha," you assured him. "Better than fine, actually. It's what I want."

He groaned, rolling away from you slightly… hips first. "Don't say things like that. I can't be expected to control myself."

"I want you to lose control, actually," you said, your tone matter of fact. "I want you. All of you."

Alpha groaned again, rolling fully onto his back and rubbing a hand down his face. "I can't say how much I've wanted to hear that, but…"

"But what?" you asked, immediately pulling back. "If you've changed your mind-"

"No," Alpha said, his grip on your waist tightening, keeping you from moving further away. “I just thought civvie women wanted some kind of commitment before sex."

You stared at him for a moment, then said with a smirk, "Please, you’ve seen what it’s like working for Julgum. I can’t even commit to being alive until the vote."

You tried to lean up to kiss him again, but he pulled back as you glanced up in confusion. Alpha shot you an unhappy look as you chuckled awkwardly in the near-silence.

" …it was a joke," you explained lamely.

I don’t think it's funny," Alpha disagreed, rolling toward you once more. Any happiness you would have felt about that was tempered by the fact that he was now staring down at you from close range. "If you died from one of those di'kutla attacks, it would only be because I'm already dead."

You smiled at that, but you could feel the confusion in it. "You’re here to protect Julgum, not me."

Alpha shook his head, immediately denying your level-headed reminder. "No, I’ve been protecting both of you since my second week with Julgum."

Well, that created more questions than it answered, frankly. "Who paid for-?"

"No one paid," Alpha interrupted, sighing dramatically. "Kriff. Is it so hard to believe that I wouldn’t want to watch you die?"

Yes, but that was the kind of thing that stood a better chance of starting an argument than stopping one. And, after the revelation that Alpha did indeed care whether you lived or died, you really didn't want to argue.

You had a better idea of how to pass the time.

Instead, you started laying kisses across the skin under his jaw. “We can-” kiss “-talk about-” kiss “-commitments later.” Kiss. “For now, I was really enjoying what we were doing. Can we get back to it?”

In his most long-suffering tone, Alpha said, "I suppose we can."

Your lips met again and the flurry of movements knocked every other thought out of your mind. Alpha took control of the kiss and of you, grasping your hips to tow you on top of him. The blanket fell away completely then, baring you to him.

Alpha let out a shaky breath, scrubbing a hand down over the lower half of his face. “You’re killing me, mesh’la. You’re so beautiful.”

He reached up, reverently touching a large fingertip to your nipple. The sensitive peak, already half-budded from the cold, tightened further as he brushed over it again. Your lips parted around a half sigh. Alpha, encouraged by the sound, flipped his hand palm-up and settled the back of it against his stomach… and just under you. The angle left his hand cupping your mound.

Alpha’s torso was as broad as the rest of him, and your legs were splayed widely to accommodate him. As a result, the lips of your pussy were spread wide as well, offering everything for Alpha’s fingers without a single barrier.

When those fingers curled upward and in, your head tipped back and you let out a sound of desperation. Alpha paused for a moment, but you took the opportunity to grind yourself down on his hand and he kept going. He played with your spread folds, stroking them as if they were the soft velvet of a flower petal. His thumb lavished attention on your clit, rolling and smoothing over it until the muscles of your thighs were bunched and shaking with effort.

Finally, he breached your entrance with one finger. It met no resistance, sinking deep immediately as your hips bucked. “More, please!”

Alpha’s lips quirked at your plea, but he obliged. He circled his finger back out - making sure to pause against your g-spot along the way - and returned with two fingers. They pressed in more slowly, but you took them down to the knuckle.

Ridiculously, you found yourself close to orgasm just from that, especially as his thumb continued working over your clit.

“Alpha, I- I’m gonna come,” you warned.

Alpha gave a deeper thrust with his fingers.

“Ungh! Alpha, I don’t- I want to- I don’t want to come without you inside me,” you panted out.

“I am inside of you, mesh’la,” he countered, pushing his fingers inside of you until his knuckles stretched your entrance. “Don’t you feel me?”

“Alpha-”

“Come for me, little one,” Alpha entreated, his voice softer than you had ever heard it. “Give me this one. I want to see you fall apart when I can focus all of my attention on you. Please.”

You braced your palms against Alpha’s chest and tilted your hips back slightly, gasping at the change of angle. Your hips danced up and down as you fucked yourself on his fingers, finding a rhythm that worked for you. Alpha helped you along, holding his fingers steady, but spreading them a little wider as you went along. He also angled his thumb to provide stimulation to your clit at the bottom of every stroke.

For a beautiful, horrible moment, you teetering on the meeting place of pleasure and pain, both dreading and longing for the fall. And then Alpha gave a firm rub over your clit and you dropped over the edge of the precipice.

You said something as you came, but you didn’t have the slightest idea what it was. It could have been Alpha’s name. It could have been a wordless cry given form when you clenched your jaw. It could have been an oath of undying loyalty to the Grand Army of the Republic, for all you knew.

When you were aware of your surroundings once more, you had collapsed forward onto Alpha’s chest and his hands were stroking your back. Well, one of his hands was. The other was still buried knuckle-deep in you.

“Are you okay, mesh’la?”

You hummed, unable to form words just yet.

“I’ll never forget that,” Alpha mused quietly, his chest thrumming under your ear with the sentiment. “I’ll remember how you looked coming around my fingers until the day I die.”

That was eerily close to what you had thought earlier about Alpha’s profile in the muted moonlight. Still, you had to admit that you were jealous of the moment Alpha had chosen. You wanted to see how he looked when he fell apart, when he shot cum deep inside of you.

The thought made you tighten around his fingers. You could feel Alpha still beneath you, his breathing cut off but his heart pounding faster than ever. Before he could react, you slid down slightly, reaching below yourself to grip Alpha’s cock through the thin layer of his body glove.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you told him, your voice roughened with how loudly you had shouted during your release.

Alpha sat up immediately, pulling his fingers from you to strip off the shirt of his undersuit. The expanse of golden skin that he exposed made your body surge with awareness and you gave a shiver. Alpha stopped.

“What are we doing?” he asked, the question sounding like an admonishment to himself. “You’re still cold.”

You were ready to argue with him - between the fire and Alpha, you couldn’t remember being less cold in your entire life - but you never got the chance. Alpha cradled you against his chest and rolled over, depositing you against the pile of blankets as you stared up at him wide-eyed. It all happened too fast for you to really take note, but somehow, Alpha managed to free himself from the body glove bottoms and was poised over you in a moment. Your legs were spread wide around him, making space for him between the apex of your thighs.

However much time you had gotten between him stripping and him speaking, it wasn’t nearly enough to admire his body as thoroughly as it deserved. In that short time, you managed to catch sight of a man who was strong without looking unhealthy. His chest was broad, his arms and legs toned, and his cock… Your mouth watered for a taste, but you were willing to bet that Alpha wasn’t going to let you take that kind of detour.

The head of his hard cock was pressed against your entrance before you could take a full breath. Alpha sat there, patient, like he had all the time in the world. “Are you ready, mesh’la? We could take some more time, work you up to three fingers. I could use my mouth.”

“Alpha, please.” That all sounded lovely, but… “I need you now. Please.”

“Tell me if it starts to hurt,” he ordered as you nodded in frantic agreement. And then he was pushing forward and you forgot how to speak, how to nod, how to breathe.

No, you hadn’t gotten a good look at Alpha’s cock, but your body was insisting that it was the most beautiful thing in the galaxy. He stretched you until the sensation was almost painful in its intensity, but he never quite crossed that subtle line. The only thing you could do was stare up at him, wide-eyed, as you tried to process everything you were feeling.

The pressure eased as he reached the end of you and held the position while you adjusted. While he was so close, he leaned down to capture your mouth in a deep, savoring kiss. He massaged your breasts while he did, giving small pulses of his hips at the same time. With all of the stimulation, it didn’t take long for your body’s acceptance to turn into a wave of pure need.

“Alpha, fuck me,” you pleaded, unabashed by the neediness in your tone.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Alpha insisted. “I’m going to start slow. Say something if you need me to take it back down a bit.”

You nodded and he slowly withdrew, leaving your channel fluttering in a mixture of emptiness and anticipation. The emptiness disappeared and the anticipation paid off as he pushed back in, surging into you until your hips meshed.

With a pleased little sound, you lifted your hips, trying to subvocally urge Alpha to hurry up. He obliged, pulling out faster and giving his first real thrust into you once more. The increased force pushed a moan from you, toes curling against the softness of the blankets. He was large in every sense of the word, so it shouldn’t shock you that his cock was the same, but you swore it almost seemed to grow as he drove deeper.

“Perfect, perfect,” Alpha muttered under his breath, toying with your clit between strokes of his cock. “You’re better than I could have imagined, mesh’la, so good for me.”

“Alpha,” you groaned, lifting your hips to meet his in an even harder thrust. The impact felt like it pushed all of the air from your lungs, and you gasped out a curse.

“Okay?” Alpha asked, pausing while he checked on you.

“If you stop now, I’ll be forced to do something drastic,” you warned, squirming under him. That was a mistake. You felt fully impaled on his cock, stretched around him, and moving only made you feel it more acutely. Of course, now that you had started, you couldn’t stop.

Alpha started up a steady rhythm, driving into you so regularly that you didn’t have time to breathe except by riding the push-pull of his thrusts. Your range of motion was limited, pinned as you were beneath Alpha’s bulk, but you did your best to actively participate in this.

You knew things were going to be intense when you started feeling white-hot sparks shooting to your fingers and toes before your body even started to tighten for your orgasm. Alpha was big. Maybe he was pressing on things that you weren’t used to incorporating. Or maybe it was because he hadn’t stopped playing with your clit yet. Or maybe it was because you had wanted this for such an extended period.

Whatever the cause, your inner muscles clamped down on Alpha as your orgasm drew closer. It was his turn to hiss out a curse. “I won’t last long if you do that.”

“I can’t help it,” you complained, but your voice was so breathlessly pleasure-soaked that it came off as more of a compliment than anything. “I’m close.”

“Then let’s get there together,” Alpha suggested, planting his hand beside your head and adjusting his stance to increase the speed and strength of his thrusts.

You cried out as he drove into you once… twice… three times…

By the fifth or sixth stroke, your body was so tight around him that Alpha was losing his pace. You were drunk on sensation, rambling gibberish in a half-muttered stream of consciousness monologue, speaking to anyone who was listening.

And then, your body gave an unmistakable ripple, shuddering as your muscles locked. The muscles of your pussy clenched, trying to draw Alpha deeper and lock him in place until he had given you everything he had to give. You couldn’t pretend you weren’t disappointed when he pulled out entirely instead, shooting his cum over your stomach and breasts.

You lay together on the blankets, soaked with sweat and shuddering with the occasional aftershock. When he caught his breath, Alpha wordlessly handed you a dry washcloth that he had tossed aside, claiming it was too small to do any good in the makeshift pallet. It wasn’t ideal, but it helped you wipe up the cum before it started to cool too dramatically. A quick dip between your thighs took care of most evidence of your arousal and you were as clean as you were going to get.

“I wouldn’t have minded if you came inside me,” you told him conversationally as you tossed the soiled rag away.

Alpha shuddered, hips twitching upward. “You can’t say things like that, mesh’la. Not unless you’re ready for another round. You want me to put a baby in you?”

“No, I just-” you paused to gather your thoughts, forcing yourself not to dwell too deeply on the question he had asked. “I just wanted the full experience. I wanted you to have the full experience.”

“I wanted to,” Alpha explained haltingly, “but I thought, with the cold, that sending you outside dripping cum might not be the best way to keep you warm.”

“Oh. You’re probably not wrong about that,” you agreed. “It’ll have to wait until next time, then.”

“You want there to be a next time?” he asked, arching a brow.

“Well, yeah, as long as you do.” You smiled sardonically. “Despite your suspicions, I didn’t quite manage to work you out of my system with a single fuck.”

Alpha stretched, tucking an arm behind his head as a makeshift pillow. “So you think two will be the magic number?”

“Maybe,” you said with a shrug. “But it’ll at least give you the chance to come inside of me.”

He groaned, twisting slightly away from you. “Stop. You’ll get me hard again and you’ll have to deal with the consequences.”

“Least threatening thing ever said,” you told him with a chuckle.

The conversation faded into silence after that and you were quickly drifting off toward sleep when Alpha spoke again.

“So… you’ve liked me since the speech, huh?”

You laughed despite yourself, floating on a wave of endorphins and the natural high of spending time with Alpha. “I mean, you can’t lie on top of someone for that long and expect them not to get ideas.”

He laughed, and it had an edge of carefree pride that made you happy to hear. You added, “But you’ve liked me since two weeks after you started with Julgum! That’s longer ago than the speech.”

“Much longer,” Alpha agreed easily, tugging you close enough that he could press a quick kiss on your smiling lips. “I’ve always been a man of good taste.”

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A/N - I love that big grump so much. That's why his story was so light on the spice - I was trying to keep it as PWP as possible, but then, he insisted on plot.

Thanks for reading!

#star wars #star wars legends #star wars fanfiction #star wars reader insert #alpha 17 #alpha 17 x reader #alpha 17 x you #rating: nc17 #nc 17 #nc17 #smut #lemon #spicy #reader insert

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teddi-too · 3 years ago

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Shadow x Female Reader (NSFW)

CW: NSFW, AFAB Female Reader

Jumping in to writing some original content a bit more, hope you enjoy!

Another long day at the office done, you return home to your empty apartment and flip on the tall floor lamp in the living room.

“Hello, no one, I’m home.” You called to the emptiness. You sigh and remove your shoes and head to your bedroom to change out of your work attire. It was Friday evening and you got paid today so you opted for takeout tonight. Once your favorite meal arrived, you settled onto the couch and dove into your favorite show.

Your Friday nights used to be much more exciting. Evenings out with friends, flirting at the bars, dancing and sweating with handsome strangers. At one point all of your close friends and you were inseparable but one by one they found someone and paired off. Now you were the lone single friend and your Friday nights looked like this.

Sometimes they invited you over for game nights but you were always acutely aware that your presence made the teams uneven and you could only be scorekeeper so many times. So, alone it was.

Dating? You’ve tried it so many times. If one more of your married friends asks you if you’ve tried online dating, you might actually audibly scream. You’ve had no luck clicking with someone. So, you figured, alone might just be your thing whether you like it or not.

Companionship was a thing you could try to numb yourself to through TV dinners and binge watching tv but you had other needs too.

You knew exactly how to pleasure yourself, all your spots to make you writhe and finish. In fact, you had almost become too efficient at it and it just wasn’t the same anymore. You longed for the touch of another. For someone else to be giving you and adding to your own pleasure.

Later, you lay in bed, half heartedly palming your sensitive parts. You sighed, looking up at the ceiling. Moving your eyes around your room before settling them onto the dark corner opposite your bed. As you stared into the dense blackness, you almost thought you could see movement.

The more intensely you stared, the more you were certain you could see discernible features in the shadow.

“Hmmm,” you whined as you dipped your fingers between your slick folds. “Maybe that’s what I need. A ghost? Something I can conjure?” You spoke out loud towards the shadow. You let your imagination run wild at the thought. An otherworldly creature appearing solely to pleasure you.

“I am not a ghost. But I think I could be of assistance.” A voice low, like old creaking wood filled the room. Your heart stopped for a moment then beat so intensely you felt white hot. You froze. The room seemed to suddenly feel full as if you were not alone.

“H-hello?” You managed to squeak out in a voice that was even smaller than you intended. Your back felt damp with sweat against your sheets.

The features of your room were obscured as an opaque black sheet moved over your field of vision. You would think you had absolutely lost your mind except that this...shadow...seemed to have weight to it. You could feel it passing over your feet, then your calves, soon your entire body felt like it was being touched, held.

The touch wasn’t frightening somehow. It was the first time in so long that you felt the beautiful weight of another being on top of your body—even if this being wasn’t human or even solid, it was still comforting.

“What are you? Are you real?” You whispered dryly.

A ripple of cool energy passed over your body.

“Can’t you feel that I am real?” The voice rumbled back. You nodded, unsure of if it could see you or just hear you. “I believe humans refer to us as shadow people. Though our real name can not be comprehended by your kind.”

“Shadows are...alive?” You tried to take everything in. You shivered as your slick cooled on your skin as your attention had been turned away to the situation in front of you. A chuckle emerged from the darkness.

“No, no. We are beings separate from shadows and yet we can hide and move through the shadows of your world. Shadows cannot touch you, I can.” A pulse of cool energy passed over your soft stomach and ghosted lightly over your core. Heat immediately pooled in your abdomen.

Despite all the logic your mind was trying to throw at you to tell you this wasn’t real and wasn’t happening, the aching in your body overpowered. You decided to allow yourself to submit to the situation at hand.

“You can really...do things to me? I mean, do you...want to?” You fell over your words as your heartbeat raced in your chest. An insecure thought popped into your head, me? Really?

“Oh yes, I want you badly. I’ve observed you for quite some time.” The voice creaked and sounded fuller than before, almost lustful. You felt your cheeks flush as you thought about all the times you had pleasured yourself never thinking twice about another presence in the room.

“I….want this too…” you shifted your weight to open up your body a bit more, unsure what this shadow might have in mind.

“I can and want to do so many things to you. Who do you want?” It breathed over you.

“W-what?” You breathlessly reply, trying to steady yourself to listen to its question.

“Hmm, have you ever noticed when you look for too long into a shadowy room you can sometimes see a face in the darkness?” You nodded. “Who do you want me to be? I can make myself look like anyone...anything” the deep voice cracked through the static feeling of the air. You thought just for a moment, a few faces from your past flashed through your mind.

“No one.” You finally answered. The shadow swirled over you, a concentrated feeling cupping your face almost like caring hands reaching to support you.

“No one?” The shadow repeated back. You sighed.

“There’ll be no one in the morning, so there should be no one now.” You hoped you had hidden the tired sadness in your voice. The energy over your body shuddered and receded slightly. Tears stung at the corners of your eyes. “Please, I-“ you moved your hands down your torso, tracing your soft skin, reaching towards your sensitive spot that was begging for the pressure to return.

You halted your movement when a tendril of energy pressed across your lips. The sensation was warm and somehow wet like the tongue of a lover asking for entrance. Your mouth fell open without thought.

“I wish you could understand how beautiful you are.” The voice rumbled and the shadow engulfed your mouth in a kiss. That’s the only way you could describe it. No discernible mouth or tongue or chin, just darkness but you could feel it all. You returned the kiss with equal passion and the warmth that was pooling in your core previously started to unravel you again.

As you continued your deep passionate kiss, a dreamy light pressure settled on your breasts, making your nipples harden and your back arch just slightly. You let out a soft moan assuring the shadow that it was touching you perfectly. As the shadow massaged your breasts, teasing and pulling your nipples, you slowly rolled your hips hoping to feel more pressure down there.

You were so wet the movement of your hips caused a cool drop of slick to rub on to your inner thigh. You clenched your thighs together, squeezing your sensitive area and giving you some much needed relief. You broke the kiss, gasping for air and reached out into the darkness. Your hands were enveloped in a now familiar cool, tingling pressure.

“I need you...there-uuungh” your plea was interrupted by your own whine of pleasure as the “tongue” you felt earlier on your lips began to glide over your slit. You shook out the disruptive thoughts in your head that were trying to figure out how the hell something incorporeal could give you this intense physical pleasure and tried to let yourself just enjoy what was happening.

The shadowy tendril pressed into your folds and moved upwards from your entrance to your pearl achingly slow. It repeated the movement, wide, equal pressure a few more times before settling over your most sensitive spot. The tendril moved around the bundle of nerves with such incredible deftness, you could already feel an orgasm building. You whined and moved your hips simultaneously wanting more and not knowing how much more you could handle.

Without losing any pressure on your bud, you felt something hard resting against your entrance. Energy danced along your entire body, it was almost as if the shadow was as excited for this part as you were. What felt nearly like a hand grazed longingly across your cheek, as if it sought permission for this next development.

You nodded your head wildly and let out a loud moan. You were already starting to feel over stimulated between the “hands” still teasing your breasts and the “tongue” on your clit. You were fairly certain all it would take is the shadow pushing into your entrance to make you come. Still, you needed it. Needed it inside you. Your dripping entrance needed to be filled and full like every other part of you felt just now.

The shadow seemed to hesitate, seated at your entrance. You pushed your hips down, pushing the shadow just barely inside you, ghosting your inner walls. Your jaw tightened as you tried to relax your body. The shadow finally pushed into you and it created a sensation that was hard to describe. It felt like a cock pushing into you except that the size seemed to change when it was inside you. It moved in to you and felt big at your entrance but not painfully so. Once inside of you, it seemed to grow to fill you perfectly, like it was made to fit inside of you and only you.

The shadow pressed inside of you slowly and finally stopped. You instinctively pushed your thighs out on either side of you to open yourself up as much as possible. The feeling inside you was perfect though you did feel a bit exposed. You missed feeling the weight of someone’s body pressed firmly against your pelvis.

“Shadow…I want to feel you against me….is that...can you?” You tripped over your words. Shadow was giving you every sensation you could dream of but you still ached for the feeling of another body against you. You felt the pressure that was playing at your breast dissipate and a feeling of fullness, of weight settled against your hips. Suddenly the immense “cock” within you felt as if it were connected to a body.

“Like this?” The shadow asked, you swear the voice sounded bashful. A breathy moan was all you could manage as you shifted your hips to feel the weight against you once more. With that, shadow began to move its “hips” in and out of you. The size of the appendage changed to keep you stunningly full all the time while still giving you the sensations of movement you needed.

Your orgasm was building again and you knew you couldn't stave it off and prolong these sensations any longer if you tried. Every nerve ending in your body was screaming with pleasure and your body was heating up white hot. Shadow snapped its hips into you deeply once again and a scream tore through your throat. Your orgasm crashed against you, your walls spasming, your back lifting off the bed.

Shadow never stopped its movements as it did everything it could to your body to help you ride the sensation out as long as possible. As you were beginning to catch your breath, you ground your hips down on to the mass inside you hoping to return the wonderful sensation you’d been given, unsure if the shadow could even experience something like an orgasm.

The energy all over and in your body flickered and receded for a flash before expanding even larger and making your body tingle all over. It felt electric and strong and you forgot to breath for a moment as you let the static wash over your body.

Then the feeling receded completely and you were left lying on the bed alone, covered in your sweat and slick, panting. It would maybe feel lonely on a different night but you felt so completely fulfilled you couldn’t help but smile.

“Does that mean it was good for you, too?” You called out to the empty room. Movement caught the corner of your eye and you stared into a corner of your room where the darkness looked particularly dense. A low, gravely chuckle filled the room and moved over your skin.

“You know, that was the first time I-with a human...I mean, I could do better next time.” The voice responded. You pushed yourself up to sit on the bed.

“Better than that?” You asked.

“Oh yes.” Your core tightened just at the thought. It was the first time in so long that you didn’t feel lonely. In fact, you felt excited about the possibilities your connection with this shadow presented.

“You’ll come back again?” You asked with a tinge of hopeful uncertainty in your voice. The room darkened, filling up with the intense shadow.

“As often as you’ll have me, beautiful human.”

#monster x reader #monster x human #monster lover #terato #teratophillia #shadow monster #monster fucker

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luveline · 3 years ago

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summer shower [Fred Weasley x reader]

Summary: Fred makes your asthma play up.

Tags: reader-insert, fluff, friends-to-lovers, pining, mutual pining

word count: 1.3k

When you were just turning 21 years old, you met a boy. He was in his third year to your second of university, funny as could be, and beautiful.

Fred Weasley was a man of many secrets, which you'd come to accept the longer you'd known him. You had no idea where he was from, where his parents lived, or even if he had any family. You didn't know where he'd gone to school before this. You certainly didn't know why he liked pumpkin pie so much!

There were many things you did know.

His eyes turned from brown to almost black in the sun, superheated and lovely. He squinted one eye against the sun when you lounged in the courtyards in an endearing attempt to always keep an eye on your face. He never crushed flowers when he walked and he always trapped spiders in a cup with a piece of card instead of killing them, seeming endlessly bemused at the small creatures.

It was a warm summers day. You were trying your hardest not to smile as he lay in the grass. Your friends had all departed, claiming headaches and essays that needed to be submitted, though you thought these were all just white lies to allow you some alone time.

It didn't matter. No amount of free time would finish the game between the two of you. Well, you hoped it was a game: Fred pretended he didn't fancy you and you pretended you didn't fancy him.

You shared a tenderness with him that was unlike any relationship in your life.

He was smirking up at you.

"What?" You asked, pouting playfully.

"You look like you're trying to solve world hunger," he said through a grin.

You shook your head, fixing your gaze back down on the book in your lap.

"Maybe one day," you said without looking up.

Fred laughed. It was a perfect laugh, infectious and happy. You smiled despite your best efforts not to.

The pages were thin between your fingers, almost a thousand condensed into a 3 inch textbook for your course. The tip of your pencil rested against the page, though sometimes it felt appropriate to bring it to your mouth, contemplative. Fred watched silently as you underlined and questioned the subject, only quirkiness an eyebrow as your frustration became obvious.

"I don't understand," you admitted finally, "how that is relevant to anything. Look at this!"

You poked your pencil angrily at the figure in question. Fred's eyebrows creased as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

"Doll, you know I don't understand a lick of it."

You sighed, closing the textbook mournfully. It didn't surprise you that Fred couldn't understand, you couldn't understand and you were actually taking the course for the last two and a half years. He was doing a completely different subject.

You threw yourself down flat, much too close to where Fred himself lay on the grass, knocking the air out of your lungs. You tried not to get too wound up, worried any agitation would cause a flare up.

You'd had a very bad asthma attack only a few days ago and had spent a day or two feeling very fragile and sorry for yourself. You didn't want a repeat.

The grass was cold and a little damp from the early morning dew.

You nibbled at your lip, searching the sky for something it couldn't give.

Fred was watching you.

"Oh my god! What do you want, you hooligan?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "You looked at me."

"You were looking at me!"

"Doesn't sound true. Falsehoods of such a nature are unkindly and uncouth."

"You're uncouth!"

"Yeah?" Fred asked, eyes hot.

Your mouth dried up. He was especially tempting like this, looking all homegrown and hand spun. His hair was lightened by the sun cover, strawberry blonde against his tanned and freckled face. Tanned now only after months of suffering sun burn miserably.

"I know what you're thinking." He said. You paid close attention to his mouth.

"Which is?"

"How did I get to be so devilishly handsome? Honestly, it's a question I ask myself often."

You withheld the urge to turn your face into the earth and scream.

He wasn't entirely wrong. You had been thinking about his good looks.

"How did you know?" You asked. You'd tried for bravado, for sarcasm, but it came out wrong. A little too sincere. You cleared your throat.

Fred pushed up onto an elbow so that he was looking down into your face. He studied the slope of your nose and the laugh lines you'd slowly gathered since meeting him. He reached forward, too slowly, to place the pads of his fingers gently on your cheek. You could pinpoint the exact moment he rested his palm on your skin.

He smiled gently. You beamed.

"Can I ask you something?"

You tried to read his face, preemptively guess the question.

"When do you ask my permission?"

"It's the kind of thing that requires two consenting parties."

Your mouth quirked into a waiting grin. Fred's ears grew red.

"Not that."

"Fred Weasley, embarassed. Somebody call the news."

He didn't answer, pushing the hair out of your face in a repetitive motion that sent tingles down your spine and a hot flush to your tummy.

You tried not to read into it, closing your eyes against the waves of excitement and happiness roiling through you. You didn't permit yourself to think of what it meant, because what else could it mean? Friends don't do the things you both did. Friends didn't gaze down into your face with unspoken feelings.

You lay there for some time, the excitement slowly turning to bone deep contentment, feeling yourself drift into an almost sleep. The breeze was soft and sweet, the ground beneath you cushioned by grass, and the handsome man hovering above you only sweetened the deal.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm," you said, tilting your chin to prompt him to continue.

"Will you look at me a second?

You opened your eyes obligingly.

"I wanted to ask you, do you -"

He cut himself off, peering up into the sky. You frowned, only to feel the unwelcome spatter of heavy sudden rain drops on your face.

You gasped, rushing to collect all of your things into your bag. Your textbook was already dampening by the time you'd fit it all. Fred pulled you up and began to run. You followed, laughing and struggling to be heard over the summer shower.

By the time you reached his dorm building, both of you were breathing hard. Fred said something through a laugh. You struggled to answer, hands on your knees.

"Y/N?"

Despite having asthma all your life and suffering many attacks, each time felt just as urgent and scary as the first.

Your eyes filled with tears.

"You're okay! You're okay. Where's your pump, huh? In your bag?"

He didn't wait for an answer, reaching into your bag as you gasped, though insistent on leaving one arm on your arm. The pressure was reassuring.

You tried to manage your breathing as you always did, gasping and gasping and gasping.

"Here, princess. Open up," Fred said.

You covered the hand he held your inhaler with your own, clamping down on his hand so hard you could feel the fine bones under his skin.

It took a while for you to settle down, thought this attack wasn't anywhere as bad as the one you'd had days ago.

"My hero," you coughed out, lungs aching.

Fred grimaced. "I'll always rescue you, my femme fatale."

"Misogynist."

"You have paper lungs, my love."

"That I do, Freddie. That I do."

Fred rubbed your back, insisting on carrying you up the steps to his dorm room. If you acted much more frail than you felt, it was nobodies business but yours and Fred's.

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley #fred #x reader #reader insert #friends to lovers #mutual pining #harry potter imagine

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strangelysamantha · 3 years ago

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can you do a rafe cameron fluffy fic where rafe finds crystals around his room and car, and he confronts the reader and then she starts to tell him all about crystals to the point he wants to give them a try? thanks 😊

crystal clear ❀

rafe cameron x crystal loving girlfriend.

warnings: swearing, but otherwise cute fluff :)

words: 1,047.

summary: rafe cameron found out you were hiding crystals in his room, car, and pockets. he goes to topper to see if he knew what was going on, and after topper explained what it meant, he confronts you.

request? yes!! more written requests, are coming out tonight!

a/n: inspired by, ruby! also, thanks for the request, i was actually planning on already doing something similar to this! i actually think i know who requested this… hehe. if you enjoyed please like and comment! <3

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the first time rafe found your crystals were when he was struggling to fall asleep. he repositioned his head on his pillow, a sharp object poking his skull. he frustratedly stood up, his hand exploring the inside of his pillow trying to feel around for what was scratching against his scalp. he pulled out a small rock, confused about how a pebble ended up inside his pillow. he examined it, the purple color looking quite pretty, it was small. he shook his head, wanting to sleep. he placed the small crystal on his nightstand, before successfully falling asleep.

when he woke up, he had forgotten about the rock, it managed to fall off the nightstand. when he went to silence his alarm clock, his arm completely pushed it off the table. so, he went on about his day.

the second time rafe found your crystals was when he was in his car. he was about to leave when he noticed them sitting in his cup holder. he closed his eyes for a moment, a realization flooding his mind. he remembers you talking about crystals, wearing necklaces, as well as carrying an entire bag of them. he placed the crystal in the cup holder, before running back inside his room to find the purple crystal he had found in his pillow.

rafe searched around his room, car, and pockets. in the end, he had found five different crystals. he placed them inside a bag and then headed out to his car. rafe left, driving to meet up with topper.

rafe arrived at the golf course, yelling out to topper, who was smiling with a golf club in his hand. “hey man.” topper grabbed rafe’s shoulder, “how have you been?” they started walking, “i’m alright, i have a question though.” topper nodded, “what’s up?” rafe reached into his pocket to grab the small bag of crystals.

“do you know what the fuck these are or what they mean?” rafe handed the bag to topper, who stared at them, “rocks?” topper questioned, causing rafe to laugh, “yo that’s what i thought they were but they were hidden all over my house.” topper glanced from the crystals to rafe, a smirk finding his lips. “oh shit man….” topper looked up at rafe, who was confused. “oh shit… what?” rafe asked, causing topper to laugh and looking away.

“oh no, she’s got you. she’s one of those crystal bitches.” rafe wasn't entirely sure what topper was on about, “what the fuck is that?” topper shakes his head laughing, “you are officially her bitch.” rafe scoffs. “seriously? what are you talking about?” topper handed rafe the bag back. “she’s claiming you, buddy.” topper walked ahead, leaving rafe behind him dumbfounded. rafe jogs to catch up.“you are crazy. she’s not claiming me, she doesn’t own me. what does it actually mean?”

topper stopped walking, turning to rafe. “why don’t you just ask her?” nerves fled to rafe’s stomach. “because… i cant.” topper shrugs in response, “well then i guess you’ll never know her true intentions on why she hid crystals around your room.” rafe plays with the bag, “fine i’ll just ask her.” topper nodded, “okay. good luck with that.” rafe and topper played golf for an hour before they parted ways.

rafe drove to your house from golfing, him excited to see you. he still didn’t know how he was going to confront you, so he was slightly nervous. he pulled into your driveway, turning the car off. he breathed in, before gaining enough courage to head inside.

he knocked on your door, and you rushed towards the door smiling. “hey baby!” he smiles at your warm welcome, pulling you into a huge hug. “hey babe, how has your day been?” he questions you, walking inside and sitting on your couch. you quickly follow after him, sitting directly to his side. “my day was okay, pretty boring. how about yours?” you snuggle against him.

“my day was pretty relaxed. went golfing with topper, and found these.” your heart drops when you notice him pulling out a bag of crystals from his pocket. “what are these babe?” you bit your lip, “crystals..” he nods. “no i know what they are… why are you hiding them in my room?” your eyes widen from his question, “well rafe you know i love you, i wanted you to have these crystals because they will protect you and give you positive energy.” he nods, “okay, why didn’t you just tell me?” you shrug, “i don’t know.”

rafe handed you the bag, “tell me about them and their names.” you smile excitingly. “okay! yay!” you explain all five crystals to rafe, telling him the names, what they do, and how to charge them. he paid attention to your every word, focusing on your face to the crystals. his heart fluttered as you spoke so passionately about them.

“what do you think rafe? do you want to start using crystals?” your head tilts to the side waiting for an answer. he smiles softly, “i would love to, i think they would be helpful.” you stand up, rubbing your hands together. “i’m so glad you said that! i actually already have a collection started for you!” you rush towards your back room, pulling out a small baggy with more crystals, and a paper that told him what the crystal did.

you hand him them, and he smiles. “you went out of your way to do all of this?” you laugh. “of course, you mean so much to me.” he stands up, joining you. he pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping around your waist, your arms around his neck. he whispers inside your neck, “thank you, no one has ever cared enough to do this for me.” you frown, pulling away slightly so he could see your face, but was still able to be holding you. “rafe, i’m your person now. i care, and i will do anything for you.” he nodded shyly. “thank you.”

you two sit on the couch again, cuddling together. he was studying the paper he received from you. he kept asking you questions about the crystals, and you gladly answered. later, you and rafe planned on charging your crystals, and he was excited he could do this with you.

rafe with crystals omg <333

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dlquis · 2 years ago

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Escape Prey

In the test version of my blog anon asked me:

If Yui escaped from the Sakamaki mansion how do you think the brothers would react? Which one would be the first brother to find her? I think it could be Ayato or Reiji, (Ayato because of his possessiveness and Reiji because of his intelligence).

I can't really seem to answer about all the brothers. The truth is, I sympathize with Reiji and have read about him the most.

It's a pretty broad topic, by the way. The boys will react differently depending on how awakened they are as Adam, how interested they are in the prey. My reasoning here is not just about Yui, but simply about the prey. Which at first was Yui, just that she was extremely delicious, and father ordered her not to be killed, so Yui had a lifeline right away. The other preys might just have blood and looks, maybe a smell, a voice, that sort of thing, when they wouldn't want to be broken quickly. I'll write about the three boys. Reiji, Shu and...

Laito is on that list. He is a shrewd dude. This fellow very good at reading people and pretty damn perceptive. Really, like he said in HDB will slowly corner. And actually play with his prey. MB and DF are less dangerous. Because the story already has a different vector, and my opinion is that even in the Drak arc, the boys are already a bit different demons. His words are roughly: "Ah~ you wanted to run away, what a bad girl" - he lowers voice. - "Come here." In DF Yui's root, when Laito really thought she was his girlfriend after her disobedience tied her up and was cold. No wonder he was acutely taken by Yui's actions, though, since she had become very close to him. Dark Fate Laito Maniac 07-08

With the other girl, one of the prey, Laito acted more cheerfully, he wouldn't have been hurt by her running away. There are deeper feelings with Yui in DF. With the prey who came to the mansion not too long ago, it's different. It would be a fun game, he would have fun, drink blood, scare, etc., but eventually stop. Or not. It's just that a demon's fun could end in death, but losing his prey\soon\isn't what vampires want, I guess.

Reiji

He will find the fugitive very quickly indeed. If he wants to. I think he's no stranger to "play," sometimes.

Diabolik Lovers Reiji Dark 04 - Here he describes what he will do.

Reiji: "Where are you going? Do you think you can escape? I will hunt down slowly and catch you where you are exhausted".

どこへいくつもりです。逃げられると思っているのですか。じっくりと追い詰めて、貴女が疲れ切ったところで捕まえてさしあげますよ。

Reiji is also very proprietary. When, he considers his prey a "very nice thing," as beautiful and elegant as one of his china cups, he will be a terrible proprietor. For Reiji, escape is not just a hassle in terms of finding, fixing problems. If, for example, the prey will ask for people's help. We're talking about a bad-bad Reiji demon who hasn't yet awakened like Adam. Reiji considers humans as food, inferior creatures to serve the vampires. Reiji regards any of his time and attention, even blood drinking (especially it really is), as a gift to the prey. When his "gift" is rudely discarded, he will not like it. Even though he will understand "why the victim ran away," he will be angry if he paid even the slightest bit of attention to her. It's like slaves, serfs who ran away from their masters.

You want freedom is understandable, but the demon's logic is, "You are now my property and have no right, it's all settled, remember your place in life, obey or be forced."

Reiji knows that breaking such rebelliousness is very easy. He will rise to the occasion as an insult and as a challenge. Catch and obey-perhaps that will please him more than initial obedience. If we choose the wrong\sadistic answer, we hear how Reiji reacts to disobedience.

In scans: Diabolik Lovers Reiji Maniac 02

Reiji: If you don't show yourself right now, I'll assume you're showing your teeth, alright? Incidentally, I am determined to kill anyone I deem to be an enemy by any means necessary.

すぐに出てこないということは私に歯向かうつもりだと判断しますが、いいんですね? ちなみに私は、敵だと判断した者はどんな手段を使っても必ず殺してやろうと思っていますけと。

Yui mentions in this scene that Reiji's eyes are no fun. 目が笑ってない. Even though he smiles, his eyes actually say more. I think it works as a mechanism to subdue Yui. To cut off thoughts that she might generally run away.

More Blood Reiji Dark 07

Reiji: О... Even at the very edge, you think you can resist me. You are incredibly overestimating yourself. Then there is only one choice. I will give you the courtesy of teaching you one more time. No matter how hard you fight, your blood is my property, understand? You will not run away.

ほう... この期に及んで貴女は、まだ私を拒めるとお思いなのですね。思い上がりも甚だしい。では仕方ありません。今一度教えてあげましょう。貴女がとうあがこうがその血は私のものであると、ね? 逃げられはしませんよ

Like a perfectly deadly snake. He just smiles, baring his fangs.

By the way, the scenes in this list, Reiji smiles every time Yui resists. He's not angry. For him, it'll just be a fun hunt. Partly because we're taking the scenes where he's completely unattached to her in a loving way. He just wants her for himself as a tasty treat.

If take as an example a girl who really liked Reiji, moreover he began to feel some affection, and she escapes it would be like the evolution of a transformer into a fucking obedience machine. Cold, unyielding and defeating you.

If we talk about the time when he had already become Adam. It will be a serious shock, he will really try to find the reason for her escape, to understand and rationalize absolutely everything. However, I think he'll imprison her anyway. Just in case and for old times' sake. The main thing is that it won't be too fun for him anymore.

He'll think dark thoughts, but anything he'd do as a demon won't make him feel any better.

However, if Reiji finds out the reason that has nothing to do with him with their relationship, like Yui running away so no one will attack them or the sudden letter from her father asking for help. He will already be relieved and can enjoy "punishing Yui for disobedience" so to speak. Although being Adam he will not do anything that will hurt Yui even psychologically, afterwards he will be gentle and talk to her.

Shu

Shu will care a fig. After the same Reiji\Richter catches her, so the family won't have a problem. If he likes the prey, he'll say he'll deal with her himself. He's good at that, too. He'll have fun scaring her a couple of times, drinking blood bitter with fear, listening to the screams. Unlike Reiji, no annoyance at her running away.

In that sense, there will be no "hurt pride" like Reiji and no "insult to his property" logic. Shu knows how a demon should react to a human being's insubordination like that. He can take it in stride, but in reality he doesn't care about any rules. The rules and traditions of the demonic world, too. Any way he wants, that's the way he'll do it.

But if he has to listen to someone else's reprimand for his prey's escape, he will bite hard.

To conclude, I add another important scene about the escape.

Diabolik Lovers Shu Heaven Prologue

Shu describes how events could have unfolded after Yui's escape and capture. This first game, it's darker throughout, but specifically here I don't think anything has changed in MB towards the escaping prey. Unless there's a direct order from her father not to break the toy (which never happened before Yui) And a small chance that the girl will like it and be very... oh my. Very clever and careful, using blood and beauty and whatever-anything to make sure she isn't tortured to death. \no running away yeah\ It might work for Ayato and K... wanted to say. But Kanato would rather the prey silently endure punishment, he doesn't like excuses. Get down on the knees and waiting. Reiji will just do what he decides. It all depends on how much the vampire values the prey.

Yui: There's something else I want to know. If I ran away and got caught, what would happen after that... ... Shu: Ah-h... You would have been captured and underground, in a torture chamber, your spirit would have been annihilated... .... Only your body would be remaining, no longer able to resist or oppose. Someone in my uncle's entourage would have done just that.

ユイ: それよりも、聞かせて。もし私が逃げて捕まったら、その後どうなってたのか... ... シュウ: ああ... ...。捕まったお前は、地下の拷問部屋で精神を崩壊され... ... 今後何ひとつ抵抗も反論も出来ない身体にさせられる。うちの叔父貴あたりなら、それくらいやるだろうな。

That's all, thank you very much for your attention!

#Diabolik Lovers #Reiji Sakamaki #Shu Sakamaki #Laito Sakamaki #dialovers

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dangerouslyallaboutdraco · 3 years ago

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Could you write a Draco Malfoy x Slytherin !Potter!reader. Y/N and Draco have been dating since first year but haven’t told anyone because people think she might be the only “good slytherin” and to prevent Harry from freaking out they stay quiet till the Quitage World Cup where she goes with Draco and his father and spent the summer with them rather than the weasles . Pansy and Blaise know about Y/N and Draco because the 4 of them became best friends through the years (and reader won’t be only friends with Harry’s friends) . Harry and Y/N get into an argument when they return to Hogwarts the summer of the Triwizard cup and how she’s a traitor (EVEN tho that’s her house) and a disgrace for being with him. So she accepted that and that he hates her so she spends the next year mainly with her house giving the trio the cold shoulder and when the war happened draco and his mother protected her and hid her so Harry was looking for her that time but she was gon so after the war the 4 (Draco Pansy and blasé) walk into the great hall and the golden trio see that Y/N is engaged to Draco and Harry just apologizes and they catch up after all those years.

The Potter Twins

A/n: This has got to be one of the best requests I've ever seen anyone answer. I'm so gratefully you asked me to write it!! Thank you. Also, I did use lines from the book just to make the story work. I could have probably written a whole series so this is very long, I'm sorry. @loxbbg

"Y/n Potter." Professor McGonagall's shrill voice boomed. Just like that, the whole school's attention was on Y/n.

So many students, so much older than her, all focused on her. Probably, she had only just discovered, because of her last name.

The girl and the boy who lived. Apparently, they were famous.

On their 11th birthday, she hadn't expected a giant wizard man to come and whisk the twins away from the horrible Dursleys. But, he was nice and he knew their parents.

Y/n was always treated better than Harry. Aunt Petunia seemed to love her more, even letting her have a big bedroom.

Hagrid, she found out, had taken them shopping and brought them ice cream. While she thought it was all a hallucination when she was able to run through a wall, she knew something strange was happening.

After that, she had met a redhead, Ron. He was dorky but kind to the siblings. And, he seemed to know a lot about the wizarding world.

Y/n took a few tentative steps before sitting on the stool. She was hyperaware of the fact everyone was watching, not able to keep the blush off her cheeks.

The heavy hat was draped onto her head, weighing her down.

"Hmm, the other Potter. You would do good in Gryffindor." The hat whispered to her, making her widen her eyes. She hadn't expected it to talk. It was an object. How could it possibly talk?

Y/n was amazed at the whole thing. It still felt like a dream. The great hall was phenomenal, and she couldn't wait to explore the castle. It was unreal.

Y/n flicked her eyes to her brother. He was already sitting at the Gryffindor table, smiling at her. She hoped she would get to be with him, even though she didn't grasp the house concept. Plus, he was near the other girl, Hermione.

Hermione seemed to know a lot about wizards, and Y/n wanted to be informed. It was like she had finally discovered her missing part.

"I remember your parents. I think you could do just like them." The hat continued. Y/n kept hoping. Hoping she wouldn't go without Harry. The thought of her parents made her heartache, she knew so little about them, but she had heard so much about them in the last few days.

"Slytherin!" The hat roared. Y/n's eyes instantly widened, looking frantically at her brother. How was it possible? The hat had decided she would do good in Gryffindor. She wanted to be with her brother and Ron and Hermione.

Just like that, the hat was off her head. Y/n was speechless as she wandered over to the Slytherin table. Somehow, they all looked mean.

She hadn't noticed who she sat next to until the boy spoke. "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He introduced himself, puffing out his chest proudly.

"Y/n Potter." Y/n introduced, despite knowing he already knew.

"I'm Pansy Parkinson." A girl with short black hair interrupted their conversation. "We're going to be sleeping in the same dorm, do you want to be friends?" She asked. A picture of confidence.

Y/n didn't know what to do but nod. "Yeah."

"Now shove off, Parkinson. We're talking." Draco interrupted the girls.

Y/n looked concerned at Pansy, but she didn't look offended at all. "Don't worry. Dracie and I have been friends since we were kids. He doesn't mean it." She reassured the girl, noticing her surprised look. The nickname made Y/n giggle, recognising the look on Draco's face as disgust.

"We're not friends." Draco joked, stoic face. Pansy hit him on the arm.

Y/n liked them already. She could tell they would be good friends. Plus, they filled the gap she was missing, not having Harry next to her.

Harry managed to get a chance to talk to Y/n after the feast. He quickly wrapped her in his arms, comforting his sister.

"I'm sorry we're not in the same house," Y/n told him, feeling guilty.

Harry shook his head. "It's not your fault. It's that weird hat's."

"It's strange, isn't it?" Y/n giggled, not feeling like crying anymore. "I don't know what so much of this means." She continued, feeling nervous about the whole situation.

"I know." Harry agreed with a nod. "We'll get through it together. I just want to know more about mum and dad, and it's good if we don't have to stay with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon." Y/n nodded to that. They were horrible people. "We should go to our rooms now. It'll be okay." He comforted her.

She gave him another quick hug. "Thanks, Harry." She told him before turning around to walk off.

"Wait, Y/n!" Harry called, she spun back around to face him. "I've heard Malfoy is bad news, be careful." He warned. Y/n nodded, reassuring him she'd be cautious.

She didn't believe it, though, as she skipped off to the common room.

It was only a week into classes when Y/n figured out not everyone at Hogwarts was nicer than the Dursley's. Mainly Professor Snape. For no reason, he seemed to hate Harry. They dissected it later in Hagrid's cottage.

"'S 'cause yeh look like yer mum." Hagrid offered as an explanation. That confused the twins and Ron, who came with them. Hagrid sighed, realising he had to explain it. "Snape loved her, way back, but she married yer dad. He couldn' stand yer dad. Anyway, tha''s all history now. Unfortunately, he's one to hold a grudge. Don' let it bother yeh." He told the children.

Harry just sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Okay, I'm used to Dudley, anyway." He figured Hogwarts was a lot better than the Dursley's house.

"What about yeh, Y/n, how's Slytherin? They're not pickin' on yeh?" Hagrid asked, switched his attention to the small girl.

"It's alright. I've made lots of friends." Y/n had actually had a rather good week. She'd befriended Pansy and a girl named Daphne. As well as Draco, with who she was very close. That was just in her house. Somehow, she'd managed to sit next to Hermione in a class, Lavender too, and a girl named Hannah Abbot from Hufflepuff.

"Good." Hagrid nodded. "Yeh best be off now." He told them, taking the last sip of his drink.

The 3 of them nodded, getting up and leaving the cottage.

"You know, we've got our first flying lesson next week?" Ron asked the twins, trying to brighten the mood. He could tell they were both thinking about their parents.

Y/n did know. Draco had talked about it nonstop. He was beyond excited.

Harry nodded as well. "I'm not sure I'm going to be any good." He mentioned, lightly blushing.

"I'm sure you'll both be fine. It is in your blood." Ron told them. Y/n and Harry both looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, confused about what he meant. However, he didn't elaborate.

Y/n went to watch Harry's first Quidditch practise, despite him telling her not to. He said it was a waste of time when it was just practice. But she was extremely proud of him. She knew their parents would be proud too.

So she hid in the Slytherin bleaches, hoping Harry wouldn't spot her.

It was slightly chilly, the night wind whipping at her skin. That's when she felt the drape on a coat on her shoulder.

Y/n whipped her head around to see who it was, only to be met with the blonde's features. She definitely had a bit of a crush on him. He was cute and the first boy who had ever paid her attention.

Draco took a seat next to her, giving her a smile. "Hi." He whispered.

"Hi, Dray." It was a nickname she had quickly picked up, noticing how it made him blush. "You don't have to sit out here." She assured him.

"I want to," Draco confirmed.

Y/n knew he was jealous. Draco had done nothing but talk about how much he loved Quidditch. And Harry, who he thought was a blood traitor, had gotten all his success. So it was big that he wanted to sit with her.

They watched in silence before Draco spoke. "Did you know Pansy is dating Blaise?" He asked her.

Y/n shook her head rapidly. "I thought she liked you."

Draco stuck his tongue out in disgust. "No, I hope not. I did have a question though..." He trailed off, cheeks heating pink. He was bouncing his knee up and down nervously.

Y/n had never seen him like that. "What is it?" She asked.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Draco asked hesitantly. Y/n immediately nodded, accepting the offer. She had never felt happier and more relieved.

"Of course, Dray." She agreed immediately his face relaxed. Y/n reached over and laced her fingers in his, not concerned about how sweaty his palms were. "We can't tell Harry though." She suddenly realised, remembering her brother's words. Draco had never been kind to any of the Gryffindor's, despite them being her friends.

Draco nodded. "Okay." He accepted. Y/n was very thankful he agreed to her request.

3rd year was the most stressful yet, for Y/n. She and Draco were still secretly dating, much to Blaise and Pansy's surprise. They couldn't believe how long it had lasted. But Y/n and Draco were drawn to each other, as friends and lovers.

Summer break was also difficult for Y/n. Aunt Marge's visit had ruined the twins birthday. On top of that, apparently, a psychotic wizard had escaped. The Dursley's didn't understand what that would mean. But Y/n and Harry saw just what dark magic could do to Ginny Weasly last year. It was devastating and powerful.

Y/n ran away with Harry when he blew up Aunt Marge. Aunt Petunia had started being much meaner to her, the older she got. While Y/n didn't know Lily, she thought it might have been the reason Aunt Petunia started shunning her.

So, she stayed at the leaky cauldron with Harry. It was the first time she felt happy to not have parents, there were no rules.

Y/n was hiding something. All the letter her owl, Edwige, was bringing her. All from Draco. She figured Harry was too tied up in his own life to think anything was odd. He probably assumed it was Hermione.

The whole train ride all Harry, Ron and Hermione wanted to talk about was terrifying Sirius Black who was trying to murder the twins.

The train's sudden stop frightened Y/n. As the compartment grew cold, she thought it was Sirius, there to kill them. When the Dementor's bony fingers slide open the door, her heart raced, almost beating out of her chest.

This was it. She was going to die from a faceless ghost. It started to suck the life out of Harry and she froze, not knowing how to help her brother.

Thankfully, the cloaked figure in the corner sprung up, scaring the spirit away.

Y/n rushed to get to Harry, but he had already fainted. He was dazed and confused when he woke, Lupin, as Y/n had come to known, handing him some chocolate.

Once Lupin had re-explained what happened, to Harry, he left.

The Potter twins connection let Y/n feel the fear Harry was in, despite being the braver.

Y/n was more than happy to get off the train, being able to sit next to her boyfriend. The Gryffindor table couldn't see them, so they were free to subtly hold hands.

It didn't feel the same that year. Draco was much darker and meaner. He was mean to Hermione and Hagrid, two of Y/n's companions. She didn't understand it.

Their relationship issues came to a head on the date of Buckbeaks execution. Draco and Y/n didn't agree on the situation but it got worse as she roamed the castle with Harry, Hermione and Ron.

As soon as Y/n saw Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle hiding behind that rock she knew today was going to be her breaking point. She didn't understand why he couldn't just shut his mouth and not say anything.

"Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?" said Malfoy. "And he’s supposed to be our teacher!" The look on his face was pure disgust. His eyes flicked up to meet Y/n's, not back down from the remarks he'd made as she stared him down.

It was then she realised it. He cared more about maintaining his arrogant reputation than he did his own girlfriend. The thought broke her heart.

Harry and Ron both marched to him, with Hermione one step ahead. Y/n awkwardly stood there, not knowing how to come between her secret boyfriend and friends.

Hermione got to him first, landing a solid punch to his nose. It was as hard as she could, landing a solid sound.

Draco stumbled back, Crabbe and Goyle rushing to hold him up. He gave Y/n a final look as he ran past her.

Y/n's eyes were already filling with tears. Hermione noticed. "Are you alright?" She asked.

She quickly thought up a lie. "I'm sorry... It's just all of this with Buckbeard is difficult. Can you tell Hagrid I'm really sorry?" She stuttered out, the tears streaming down her cheeks.

They all brought the lie, Harry wrapping her in a hug before they walked off. She stood there and cried for a few minutes, all alone. Like no one in the world cared about her.

It quickly turned to anger, her blood boiling. She stormed off to the Slytherin common room, knowing Draco was too proud to go to the hospital wing.

She found him there, on the couch, Crabbe and Goyle at his side.

"I can't believe Granger," Draco exclaimed, not noticing Y/n. "She's a filthy mudblood I could easily get expelled."

"Tell your father." Goyle prompted. Crabbe and Goyle were the best henchmen, dumb and wanting to cause trouble.

"Goyle, Crabbe, I need to speak to Malfoy," Y/n announced. They didn't understand what she meant. "Alone." They finally understood, scurrying out of the room.

Draco didn't look concerned, his eyes challenging her. "What do you want? Hanging out with your idiot twin, that poor, blood traitor Weaslbee and mudblood Granger." He was just as pissed as Y/n was. Maybe, it was the anger for Granger he was taking out on Y/n.

She couldn't hide it anymore. "We're done." She told him. "I cannot be with you when you hate everyone that loves me."

"Fine." Draco shrugged. "I don't care."

That was the last thing Y/n heard from him as she stormed to her dorm room, a sobbing mess. Pansy quickly wrapped her in a hug, not needing to know what happened.

It was the end of term before Y/n even looked in Draco's direction again. She spent all those nights silently sobbing. The slight silver lining was she had gotten much closer to Harry, Hermione and Ron, no longer spending hours with Draco.

He'd trapped her when she was alone in the bleachers, just like he did on their first week.

He didn't place a jacket on her, rather some sunglasses. "Hi." He murmured, hesitantly sitting next to her. Draco was sure Y/n hated him.

"Hey." She replied. The truth was, she missed him. Draco was a part of her, they had grown up in love. They were never meant to fall out of it.

"Enjoying your last day?" Draco asked awkwardly. They felt like they were back in their first year, acting self-consciously.

She nodded, not interested in his small talk. "Yeah, I'm all packed as well." She still refused to look at him.

"I'm sorry." It came tumbling out like he didn't know how to say it. That made her turn her attention to him.

Y/n couldn't help but love him. She never wanted to break up, ever. "Me too." She replied.

Y/n wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in for a hug. He just looked so precious.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Draco asked, the question was phrased differently this time but it still reminded her of the shy first year.

"Yes." Y/n agreed. She had never known heartbreak like being without Draco.

"Also... I want it to be real this time." That made Y/n worry. She didn't want Harry to find out yet. There was no one Harry hated more. "Will you stay with us these holidays? And come to the Quidditch World Cup?" He asked shyly. That was the bashful boy she adored.

So far, Y/n's plans were to go to the Durley's. She'd just lie to them and say she was staying with Pansy. They wouldn't care because they didn't love her.

'Yes." Y/n told him. "I'm terrified to meet your parents." She admitted.

Draco took her hand in his. "Love, you have nothing to worry about." He assured her. In truth, he also had doubts about his father. Y/n was a Potter.

Once they left the bleachers, Y/n went to see Harry. The trio was in the courtyard.

"Oh Y/n, we were looking for you." Ron pipped up as she took a seat next to them. She tried to not blush too much. "Do you want to come to the Quidditch World Cup with us?" He asked. Uh oh.

"I'm really sorry. I told Pansy I'd go with her family." Y/n lied once again. She felt terrible doing it but she had to. Plus, they weren't going to find out.

"That's fine. Are staying with her the whole summer?" Harry asked. Y/n hated to have to nod. She knew they were keeping a brave face on but they were disappointed.

Y/n's lie worked. She made it to out of the station with Draco without anyone seeing.

They got in the car and, from there, they travelled to the manor. It was fabulous. Better than she could ever imagine. Pointed towers and perfectly done gardens, she was in another world.

"Hey, it'll be okay," Draco assured her, taking his hand in hers as they made it to the door. She had already met their house-elf, who carried the bags.

Draco knocked on the door, trying to seem brave. Narcissa swung it open, arms wide open to pull Draco in. Y/n admired how close they were. She had seen Narcissa once before when she came to see Draco. They weren't introduced but Y/n admired how elegant she looked.

"Y/n Potter, right?" Narcissa asked once she had let her boy go.

"Yes, Mrs Malfoy. It's a pleasure to meet you." Y/n politely said.

Narcissa giggled, shaking her head. "Don't be silly, you can call me Narcissa." She said before opening her arms up for the girl. She hugged for just as long as she hugged Draco, making Y/n feel very comfortable.

Lucius walked over, making Y/n's heart race.

"Draco." He greeted his son with a handshake, much less warm than his mother.

Then he turned to Y/n, staring down his nose at her. She had never felt as small. "You must be Y/n Potter?" He held out his hand.

"Yes, sir," Y/n replied, shaking his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Lucius just scowled. Narcissa interrupted the tension. "Come, kids, we can talk in the living room." Just like that, she was part of the family.

The Malfoy tent at the Quidditch world cup was impressive. It was grand and dark like the manor.

Her summer with Draco was the best of her life, not that the others were much to compare to. Narcissa was the kindest woman she'd ever know. When she realised Y/n's birthday was the 31st of July, she insisted on throwing a large party.

She let Y/n pick out all the decorations, taking her on a shopping spree to Diagon Alley. Then, they had a spa day and afternoon tea party with Pansy and Daphne and some of Narcissa's friends. As much as she wanted to, Y/n figured it wasn't right to invite Hermione and Ginny.

That night, they had dinner out with the girls, Draco, Theo and Blaise. It was the best day of her life. It only got better when a massive cake was wheeled out, and a cart for of gifts. She was sure it was more than Dudley had ever gotten.

Draco's was the most special. It was a necklace, a traditional Black family one. On it was their initials.

Y/n made sure to stay in contact with Harry, but things had started to slip. She figured he was just busy but she missed him, and their other friends.

It was difficult for Y/n to get along with Lucius, knowing how close he was to Voldemort, the man who was trying to kill her. Somehow, they just didn't talk about it.

"Are you ready to go?" Draco asked, adjusting his black blazer. She couldn't believe how good he looked, a full black suit. His blonde hair parted in the middle. He had grown into his looks majorly over the summer.

"Yeah." Y/n nodded, putting her last earing in. They were a gift from Narcissa, real emeralds. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach she was trying to shake off as anticipation.

"Okay, Mum has already gone to our box. We're going in with my Father." He told her, walking over to grab her hand. Physical contact was something the couple had gotten used to. It was no longer awkward.

Y/n took his hand, lacing their fingers as they walked out of the tent. Draco was taller than her now, he hadn't been in first year. His slim thumb traced over her knuckles mindlessly.

Lucius didn't seem to mind the two of them being so close. The sky had darkened, and the crowds were already cheering. While Y/n had never been to a muggle sports game, she thought this was better. It was noisy but spectacular.

Draco and Y/n talked as they walked, him occasionally bumping into her shoulder. It always made her giggle.

When she heard Lucius' cruel voice, she looked back at him. He was looking up. Y/n followed his eye line. The Weasley's. Hermione. Harry.

Her brain stopped working, and she froze. The look on Harry's face was pure fury. He was looking between her and Draco rapidly, but it was obvious. They were holding hands, and they had just been giggling together.

Those smiles were long gone. The atmosphere had immediately blackened.

Lucius' threat to Harry made her wince. Harry didn't even look bothered, just furious at her. Betrayed. It physically hurt her, and she gripped Draco's hand.

The Weasley group turned to walk off so did Lucius. Draco pulled Y/n closer to him, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Hey, don't worry. It'll be okay. Harry will calm down." Draco told her. She just hoped it was true. Harry didn't like to be deceived, and she had lied so much. Plus, Draco was never nice to Harry, Hermione and Ron. They probably hated her by association. "My father really shouldn't have said that." He grimaced. That's made her confident in her decision. Draco had changed.

Y/n nodded, trying to choke back the tears welling in her eyes. "Yeah, I know."

Draco stopped in the middle of the bridge. He took her face in his hands. "Hey, I love you." He reminded her before leaning down to kiss her. It was soft and filled her back up with warmth, making the chilling look Harry had sent her go away. She just hoped Harry still loved her.

Y/n tried to put Harry in the back of her mind the rest of the break. She did write him a few letters, but he didn't reply.

Harry was too busy to talk to Y/n on the first day of school. She hoped Hermione and Ron weren't giving her the cold shoulder, but they did.

So she spent the welcome feast with Pansy and Daphne. And, of course, her boyfriend.

He confronted her on the second day of school.

Y/n was in the courtyard when Draco and Harry had their quarrel. She always knew Draco was short-tempered, but she couldn't believe the things he was saying to Harry about their mother.

Y/n's shock grew when Harry spat back, knocking Narcissa. He didn't know her like she did. Narcissa had been nothing but kind to Y/n. That was when she knew she couldn't let Harry get away with it.

"Harry!" Y/n yelled, his attention flicked to her. His eyes were even more outraged than they were with Draco.

"What do you want, traitor?" Harry demanded, his voice was angry too.

"You can't say those things about Narcissa," Y/n demanded. Now she knew how mad Draco felt. Her jaw was clenched like her fits. "And, I'm not a traitor. I'm a Slytherin, that wasn't my choice."

Harry rolled his eyes and huffed. "You're sickening. Did you not hear what he said about our mother!?" He lectured her. "I don't know how you could be with someone so vile."

"Draco isn't who you think he is." Y/n defended. Draco loved her. He'd never given up on her like Harry had.

"He hates you!" Harry spat. He was closer to her now, towering over her. She had never seen anyone that mad. "You're not a Potter. You don't belong in our family." He said so lowly it made her shiver.

Harry was so close she thought he was going to hit her. That's when Draco jumped in the middle of the twins, pushing Harry back and shielding Y/n.

"Watch it, Potter." Draco threatened, glaring down at Harry. He was only an inch taller.

Harry scoffed, fists clench, ready for a fight. He looked around Draco, at Y/n. "Mum and Dad would have despised you. You're just like all those other awful Slytherins. I don't understand how you could be with someone as low as Malfoy." His words sat deep in her heart, and he didn't stop them from coming. "You're not a Potter." With that, he left, not looking back.

Y/n immediately burst out in tears. She couldn't stop it. Draco spun around to her, holding her so she wouldn't collapse.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay." Draco told her, wrapping her in his arms so tightly. He just held her. "You know they would be proud of you, Y/n. You're so strong and clever." He comforted her, his hands stroking her back.

Y/n shook her head. "No, I'm a Slytherin. They were all brave Gryffindors." She choked out.

"It doesn't matter what house you're in. You're so kind and talented." Draco reassured her. His heart was breaking, seeing his girlfriend in such a bad state. All he wanted to do was stop her from hurting. "I know how important Harry is to you. We can take a break until this all blows over." He reassured her.

Y/n shook her head, clinging to her chest. "No, no, please, Dray." She said as she cried out. "You're the last good thing I have left."

"Baby." He cooed, tracing her cheekbones. "I'll never leave you." He promised.

Draco stayed true to his word. He supported her throughout the whole year. Y/n was always worried for Harry. Despite the shunning, he inflicted on her.

It didn't stop with Harry. Y/n lost half of her friends that day. Hermione, the Weasley's and most muggle-borns refused to talk to her. She was always so kind that it troubled her.

Draco took her to the Yule ball, naturally. She saw Harry that night. They even made eye contact, but he didn't comment on her forest green dress. It matched her eyes perfectly, though, and Harry couldn't stop thinking about one photo of his mother he'd seen. They looked so similar.

She spent the Christmas break at the Malfoy's, receiving a sweater from Molly Weasley. That meant the world to her, despite none of them speaking to her.

When they got back to Hogwarts, Y/n figured out how irrelevant she was to Harry. Ron was the one that was taken for the second task. Everyone noticed. Not his own twin, his friend.

Y/n still remained close with Sirius. They wrote letters to each other throughout the year. He knew how worried she was about Harry.

The truth was, Sirius felt bad, James and Lily were his best friends and he knew they'd be disappointed to see the twins split up. Sirius was also worried for Y/n, he knew what it was like being part of the Black family.

He had hatched a few plans to get them to talk, but none worked. Not due to Y/n's lack of trying.

The third task was the worst thing Y/n had been through at Hogwarts. She could feel something bad was happening to Harry. When he came back through the portkey, she saw it. And it was distressing.

Voldermort was reborn, whether everyone believed it or not. Y/n could feel it was true.

5th year was exciting.

Y/n celebrated her 15th birthday before it started. This time, they had dinner with her friends. She didn't write to Harry.

Sirius sent her gifts, and he was starting to ask whether Narcissa was okay.

Just after her birthday, in August, Draco Malfoy and Y/n Potter were made prefects. They both read the letters at the breakfast table.

Narcissa was overjoyed for both of them.

At 11am, on the 1st of September, they got on the train to Hogwarts.

The rest of that year went on normally, apart from Umbridge's rules.

Christmas break was a sign that a darker power was brewing. Y/n heard the whispers under the door and she assumed the other side of the war also had meetings.

Y/n was shocked when Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban. After the Umbridge drama died down, they had to sit their O.W.L.s. That was rough.

One terrible day of June was Sirius' last. Y/n cried in Draco's arms for days over the death. She always thought Sirius was the only person who was going to be able to reunite the twins. And now he was gone.

Y/n knew something was very wrong during the summer. Draco told her he was a death eater. They cried about it together all night. The weeks following were stressful, and they weren't even back at Hogwarts. The war had started.

Draco and Narcissa kept Y/n hidden from Lucius' guests. O.W.L results were the first good thing that summer.

Y/n's 16th birthday was smaller than her last. Y/n, Draco, Pansy, Blaise and Theo were all hyperaware of the dementor attacks.

That weekend, they visited Diagon Alley with Narcissa. Y/n was at Draco's side the whole time, unfortunately, that meant she had a run-in with Harry and the Weasleys. It was awkward, to say the least. Her own twin still wouldn't acknowledge her.

Draco's task started at the beginning of the year. Y/n was the only one who knew about it, besides Snape.

Then Christmas, with even more death eater meetings. Y/n barely saw Draco. Narcissa had made her promise to take care of him, but it was difficult to get him to eat.

Draco continued his task during the second semester. Y/n knew that Harry knew about Draco. Their twin insight gave him the power to just know things.

It was getting difficult between Y/n and Draco. They didn't talk as honestly as they used to. He wanted to protect her. And she knew he needed to open up.

One day in May, Y/n rushed to see Draco in the hospital wing, concerned about how he could have gotten there. Did something go wrong with the vanishing cabinet?

"Draco!" She cried as she saw him lying on a hospital bed looking pale.

Draco waved at her, a little smile on his face.

"Potter." Snape hissed, looking down at the girl. Y/n didn't care he was there as she wrapped her arms around Draco. Snape was nicer to Y/n this year, which she didn't understand.

From a photo Sirius had given her, she knew she looked more like Lily than ever. She always kept the picture near her. It was the Potter parents holding up their twins, smiling.

"He's fine," Snape told her. "As for your brother, he's going to be in huge trouble." He continued before walking out of the hospital wing.

"What happened?" Y/n demanded, holding Draco's face in her hands. His cheekbones were more prominent now, and his eyes were more overcast.

Draco playfully huffed. "I was, uh, in the bathroom. Potter came in and used the bloody Sectumsempra spell on me." He complained, his eyes now angrier. She couldn't believe Harry would do something like that. But, then again, she didn't really know him.

Y/n noticed the way his voice faded when he talked about where he was. "Why were you in the bathroom?" She knew him well enough to push for an answer."

"Uh, talking." Draco offered an explanation. It wasn't good enough for Y/n to accept.

"To who?" She asked.

Draco groaned, rolling his eyes. He finally gave in. "Fine, I was crying to Moaning Myrtle." He admitted. His cheeks were pink with blush and he looked guilty.

"Dray." Y/n cooed, reaching down to hold his hand. "You can talk to me about anything you need to, any time." She assured him.

Draco nodded, thankfully. "He's going to get detention for the rest of the year." He told her, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.

Narcissa was one of the last people Y/n expected to see walk into the Hospital Wing. She was in a black pantsuit.

"Mother." Draco greeted her, trying to move in the bed to get up.

"Stay put, you," Narcissa told him with a smile. She walked right over and hugged Y/n. "Are you okay?" She asked. Y/n just nodded. She knew a storm was brewing, but nothing had happened yet. It was only a matter of time. Then she turned to Draco. "Are you?" She asked him.

Draco already had a witty reply, clearly feeling like himself again. "Aside from my own mother preferring my girlfriend to me." He complained, a faux pout on his face.

Narcissa just rolled her eyes, like mother like son. "I can't help it. You get into too much trouble." She told him with a pointed look.

Draco scoffed. "Wasn't my fault." He complained quietly. The girls just gave him a look he knew too well. "Honestly, what are you doing here?" He asked. When Narcissa widened her eyes, he followed the question up with a statement. "Not that I'm not pleased to see you."

"I've actually come for Y/n." She explained.

Both Y/n and Draco looked at her in shock. "What? Why?" Y/n asked, most concerned.

Narcissa looked to Draco who sighed out an 'oh' and then back to Y/n before speaking. "You know about the cabinet." Y/n nodded. "They need it. The Death Eaters. To get into Hogwarts." That made Y/n worry. They weren't coming in to have dinner.

"You don't know this." Draco started, making Y/n's attention turn to him. "My task is to kill Dumbledore." Y/n's mouth gawked open. She could feel her hands shaking. More than anything, she couldn't believe someone would make a kid do that.

Narcissa grimaced. "It's all about to start." Y/n didn't need to ask what 'it' was. "So I'm taking Y/n away." She told them.

"Wait... for how long?" Draco asked quickly, gripping her hand.

"Draco, you sit in those meetings," Narcissa told him. "You know the plan is for them to take over the Ministry of Magic and persecute muggle-borns." That made Y/n wince. "It's not safe for Y/n to stay at Hogwarts, don't be silly about this." She strictly told him.

Draco sighed but nodded. He knew Narcissa was always right. "Can I still see her?" He asked, now thinking rationally. Y/n didn't like that she didn't have any say in the matter.

"Yes." At least there was that. "No one is going to know where she is apart from Lucius, you and I," Narcissa told them.

"Do I get any say in this?" Y/n finally spat out.

Narcissa turned her attention to Y/n with a pleading look. "You know we have to."

"I've still got a month of school left," Y/n argued.

"I know and I'm sorry we have to do this." Narcissa apologised. "It's all going to happen next month."

"Can't I stay until then?" Y/n asked.

Narcissa shook her head. "I promise you, if I thought you could, I would let you. You're a big part of what you-know-who wants, Harry more, but you must stay far away from this." She told her.

Y/n couldn't not agree. "Alright. We're leaving now?" She asked.

"Yes," Narcissa told her. "All of your things have been packed. Draco can come and see you once it's over." She promised.

Draco wrapped his arms around Y/n as he kissed her. It was one of the things she knew she was going to miss. She also knew it was time to go.

"Bye, I love you," Draco told her, waving from his hospital bed.

"I love you too," Y/n replied before walking out of the wing with Narcissa.

From there, they went out a secret passage, making sure no one saw. Professor Snape knew Y/n had to go, so he was coming up with the cover story.

Narcissa and Y/n finally reached a Slytherin scarf, which took them to a house she'd never been to. "Where are we?" Y/n asked, still holding on to the portkey.

"The South of England," Narcissa told her, making her brows furrow and eyes widen. "It's an old Black family house." She explained, opening the door. It was just as grand as the Manor, smaller, though.

Inside it looked just as gorgeous. All the decor was French country vintage. It screamed old money.

"It's beautiful," Y/n told Narcissa, having a look around the inside. There was so much light streaming into the room with wooden details.

"I'll make some tea. Your room is on the second floor, first door." Narcissa told her. Y/n nodded, walking up the stairs to find the room. It was decorated like royalty belonged there. There was a massive window that looked right out onto the coast.

It was then she realised the house was on a cliff. Y/n hadn't seen it from the angle the entryway was at. But it was spectacular. Lonely.

Y/n could spend her whole life there. She set her bags down and strolled around the room. It was smaller than Draco's was, at the manor. But it was much lighter. Almost the complete opposite of the Malfoy family home.

Once she had finished looking around, she went back downstairs to see Narcissa setting tea up on the coffee table. When she walked into the living room she saw the massive windows, showing the ocean.

"Sit," Narcissa commanded and Y/n did so right away. She poured tea for both of them before also sitting down. They sat in silence for a while, Y/n not knowing what to say. "I can tell you have questions." Narcissa prompted.

"Why is Snape protecting Draco and I?" Y/n asked quickly.

Narcissa sighed before answering. "Do you know what an Unbreakable Vow is?" She asked, and Y/n nodded. "Severus and I made one. He vowed to watch over Draco." Y/n nodded again. That vow must have expended to Y/n.

Y/n suddenly had more questions. "You need a Bonder, right?"

"Yes, Bellatrix was ours," Narcissa replied. Y/n was familiar with Draco's strange aunt. They had never met, out of Bellatrix's loyalty to Voldermort.

"Are you going to stay here with me?" She asked, concerned about being alone.

Narcissa shook her head. "I'm sorry. I can only be here sometimes. The story is you ran away, and no one knows where you are, so I can't be here too much." Y/n didn't know that before. Everyone was going to think she'd left by choice. Pansy, Daphne, Blaise, Theo. Harry, if he cared. She knew none of them were going to be able to know why she was gone.

"Am I safe here?" Y/n asked, now worrying about how she would be safe alone. The tea they were sipping seemed to calm her down.

"Yes, there are charms on the house so no one can get in. But, I'm also giving you this." Narcissa stopped what she was saying and pulled out a necklace. It was a heart-shaped gold locket. Narcissa placed it in her hand. Y/n looked at it. That's when she noticed the initials on it. Draco's and hers.

Y/n thanked her. "That's not it. If you open it like this." Narcissa instructed, opening the heart. Y/n noticed the emerald gemstone. "This stone is a portkey, right to the Manor." So Y/n would be able to get back to the Manor.

"I can't thank you enough, and I don't want to intrude, but I do have a personal question." Y/n was hesitant about what she was going to ask. But she needed to know. "You said before, in the hospital wing, that Mr Malfoy knew where I was staying. And I have a lot of respect for him, so I don't want this to come off badly." Y/n could tell she was rambling. Narcissa could as well, she slid a hand onto Y/n's to calm her down. "Why is it safe for him to know? He's you-know-who's number 2. Eventually, he's going to want me dead." It broke Y/n's heart, she knew it was going to ruin Draco's life. But, his father was going to have to kill her.

"Slow down." Narcissa smiled softly. That comforted Y/n a little. "Do you remember when we met, the summer before the World Cup?" She asked. Y/n nodded in agreement, not sure where it was going. "The night we met you, I knew. I knew Draco was in love with you. And, I knew Voldermort was going to come back and try to kill the Potter twins." Y/n's heart started to race at the mention of her parents' death. "I made Lucius make an unbreakable vow. Snape was the Bonder." Oh, it made sense. Lucius couldn't hurt Y/n, Narcissa had protected her.

She just didn't understand why so she asked. "Why? I mean, I appreciate it more than anything. But you risked your whole marriage." It was true, and Narcissa knew that.

"I've never thought you or Harry should be persecuted. My parents raised me as pureblood supremacists, but killing is wrong." Narcissa told her. Y/n was thankful for her honesty. She filled the place Lily had left, and Petunia hadn't tried to fill. "I love Draco, more than anything in the world. The only thing I've ever wanted is to see him happy. I knew he was happy with you." Y/n understood Narcissa's unconditional love for Draco, she felt the same.

"He's lucky to have you," Y/n mentioned, trying not to think about her parents.

"I don't know if I've ever told you this, but I'm very sorry about your parents," Narcissa told her. Y/n could feel the tears in her eyes.

She let a few of them fall. "Did you, uh, know them?"

"My last two years at Hogwarts, they were there. James was only 11 but he was loud and brave. He would even stand up to me with Sirius." Hearing both their names made Y/n cry more. She was crying for the dad she never knew, and the uncle she only had for a short time. "I noticed you at Hogwarts, I think during second year, and I had deja vu. You looked so similar to Lily. She always wore her hair just like you did." Y/n remembered seeing Narcissa but she didn't remember Narcissa seeing her.

"Would they be disappointed in me?" Y/n couldn't help but ask. Narcissa felt her pain, running deep. She immediately wrapped the girl in a hug, letting her cry.

"No, never for a moment." She confirmed. "I know it's not the same, but I'm proud of you." It wasn't the same, but it meant just as much.

"Thank you." Y/n thanked her again.

"No thanks are necessary. I should go back though." Narcissa stated, looking at her watch.

Y/n nodded, gently opening the necklace so she wouldn't touch the emerald. Narcissa held it, and just like that, she was gone.

Y/n found a good amount of things to do. There were movies and music. She still had some of her textbooks. Plus, exploring the house was fun.

But she did miss Draco. And the rest of her friends. Instead of using an owl, she decided to send letters by muggle post to the Malfoy residence, so Narcissa could send them to Hogwarts.

There was a knock on the door a couple of weeks after Y/n moved in.

She peaked out the window before seeing a tuff of blonde hair. It was Draco.

Quickly, she swung the door open, embarrassing him in her arms.

Draco hugged her back, lifting her off the ground and twirling her around.

"Dray, I missed you." She cooed, head buried in his shoulder.

"I missed you too, my girl." He replied, pulling her even closer. It was so tight she felt like she couldn't breathe.

When she pulled back, she had a thought. "How did you manage to come? Don't you have classes?"

Draco shook his head. "Quidditch match. It's Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw, so I came here instead." Y/n was very grateful for Quidditch that day.

They only had a few hours before people would notice he was gone. But they baked cookies together while Draco filled her in on everything she'd missed. As well as lots of kissing.

When it came time for him to leave, she was upset. But Draco made her promise not to cry.

Draco came back after the battle of the tower. Y/n knew there was something wrong. He didn't grin as wide when he met her at the beach.

There were already tears forming in his eyes, and it was late.

"Dray, talk to me, baby." Y/n pleaded as they lay together on the couch. It was far past midnight. Y/n was on Draco's chest and they were a tangle of limbs. She had her fingers running through his hair.

Draco sighed. "I couldn't do it." He sobbed out. "I couldn't kill him. Snape had to do it. It was so horrible, Y/n." He continued, tears still falling. "My father was so mad. He cares more about appeasing Voldermort than me." Y/n's heart clenched as she heard his words.

"Draco, he loves you." Y/n tried to reassure him.

Draco tried to accept it, but it was difficult. "I'm scared for what's going to happen." He told her.

"Me too," Y/n admitted. "How's it all going to end?" She asked him.

The truth was Draco didn't know. And she knew that. "They're talking over the Manor." He didn't want to be the one telling her the bad news. "They're going to go after anyone and everyone associated with Muggleborns. I'm not going to get to be here much." He hesitantly admitted.

"You've done what they needed you to do, though!" Y/n exclaimed, feeling outraged.

"I know. I'm not sure what they're going to do with me. Father lectured me and I just came here." Draco explained. It reassured her there might be some hope he could spend the summer there. "It'll be okay, Y/n."

She tried to retain that. "Can you come back on my birthday, at least?" Y/n asked.

"Of course, baby." Draco quickly replied. That brought Y/n some relief.

Draco was busy a lot of the summer. Despite having completed the task he was given, he was still Lucius's son.

He told Y/n all about how the Manor had been taken over by death eaters. It worried her. She also spent a lot of time worried about Harry. He was the only blood connection she had left in the world, and she had no idea where he was.

Draco came back on her birthday like he promised. He had more flowers than she'd ever seen in her life. That wasn't where the gifts ended. Jewellery, new shoes, perfume and a big cake.

Narcissa made it as well for dinner. She even insisted Draco stay the night.

By nighttime, they were lying in bed together. Draco's arms wrapped around her tightly. As usual, she lay against his chest. Draco stroking her hair.

When she looked up at him, she knew something was wrong. After all their years together, she could read him like a book. "What is it?"

"What do you mean?" He asked. His voice was a slightly higher pitch. Y/n recognised that as a sign he was hiding something.

"I can tell something bothering you," Y/n explained. "Let me in, Dray." She pleaded.

Draco knew he had to. "I have to leave early tomorrow morning."

Y/n knew that wasn't it. "I need the whole truth." Draco groaned, knowing she knew him better than he knew himself.

"I have to go early so I can be at the takeover of the ministry," Draco revealed to her. "They're going after Scrimgeour because he knows where Harry is." Oh. That wasn't good. Either the minister would give up Harry's location, and her twin brother would be killed. Or, the Ministry of Magic would be run by Death Eaters. Either way, their power was growing. Y/n knew Harry only had a matter of time. Then she would be next.

"So, no one knows where Harry is?" Y/n asked hopefully. Even if he hated her, she would rather he was alive.

Draco shook his head. "He's hunting the Horcruxes, I'd guess. Scrimgeour knows and maybe a few members of the Ministry." That made Y/n relieved, although she wasn't sure how good Harry's survival skills were.

"Am I going to be okay?" Y/n asked, fearing the worst.

Draco took a deep breath as he prepared an answer. "I'm never going to let him get to you, I promise. My Father's vow will make sure he can't either. No one else knows you're here." He reassured her. Y/n just hoped it was true, Draco could read that.

"So you're going back to Hogwarts?" Y/n couldn't help but ask.

Draco nodded. "I think Snape is going to be appointed Headmaster. I'll be safe there." That reassured Y/n to no end. He chuckled slightly, a smile on his face. "We were going to be Head boy and girl." He explained. Y/n's face dropped as she tried not to cry. "Hey, hey, hey." Draco noticed. "It's just the way it happened."

"I know." She nodded. "It just could have been the best year ever."

"When this is all over, we're going to have the best year." He assured her. Y/n tried to hang onto that.

It got difficult the further the year dragged on. Y/n barely saw Draco. She did receive letters about how horrible things had gotten. Hogwarts was gloomier, no one could find Harry, Snape's regime was intense. Y/n was thankful she was away from the whole mess.

Just before Christmas, she found out Luna Lovegood had been kidnapped. Draco had started to detest the cause he was fighting for. He never said so, but she could infer it from what he wrote.

In March, she discovered Harry had been captured. Draco was the one who had to identify him, and he felt horrible about it. He cried on her shoulder, begging her to forgive him when he came to see her. Y/n was never mad at Draco. She was smart enough to know he had to do it. And, deep down, she could feel that Harry was okay.

Draco was in a worse state when they escaped. Not because he wanted Harry to be killed. Because his own aunt had murdered Dobby. While he was taught to hate the house-elves, Dobby was almost his younger sibling.

All Draco could feel was split, unsure of what to do.

Draco told her it was all going to happen on May 1st. The battle of Hogwarts. Y/n spent the whole day riddled with anxiety. She spent a whole 3 days wide awake, waiting for news.

She felt a cursing pain through her head at some point on the 2nd of May. Then the visions started, of Harry and Dumbledore at a train station. She realised she was seeing inside Harry's vision. When he made the choice to return to his body, Y/n knew everything would be alright.

Y/n anxious sat on the couch until 3 people appeared. It was only the early hours of the morning. She immediately ran to Draco wrapping her arms around him. He was unkempt, and his hair was a mess. He hugged her back, pulling her into his chest. She had never seen him looking as disturbed.

"What happened?" Y/n asked, turning to give Narcissa a hug. Much to her surprise, Lucius shook her hand. It was the first time they'd ever done something like that.

"We left," Lucius told her. That was also the first time he'd ever properly talked to her. She didn't understand.

They explained it all to her. How Harry sacrificed himself, how he died, more importantly how Narcissa discovered he was alive. Y/n hung on every word as Narcissa told her how she had lied to Voldermort. She also told Y/n Harry asked if she was still alive. Harry still cared about her.

By that point Draco, Narcissa and Y/n were all crying.

The sun had just started rising when Y/n realised it.

Suddenly, she had a massive headache. The kind she knew Harry used to have. And she knew what it meant.

"Voldermort's dead," Y/n announced, causing all of their eyes to widen. "I just know. I can feel it. Harry killed him." She felt more connected to Harry than she had in years, but she knew.

There were no words any of them said as they hugged. She could feel her head beating rapidly, the same as Draco's.

"Who died?" Y/n finally asked the question she was terrified to ask. Harry was the only one she knew was alive from the good side.

"Bellatrix." Narcissa sobbed out, Lucius immediately pulling her into a hug. It was one of the first times Y/n had seen them acting so intimately.

Draco continued giving Y/n the list. Every second felt like an hour as she hoped none of her friends died. "Fred Weasley." She could only think about the heartbreak that would have caused her brother and his friends. "Snape too." Draco let a few tears fall and Y/n rushed to wipe them. "Lupin and Tonks." Lupin was the last person alive who really knew her parents. Now her chances of knowing about them were over. "There were a lot of others too but everyone else we are close to is okay."

"Good." Y/n nodded before wrapping him in a hug. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Both couples holding each other, all feeling extremely grateful.

"We should go back home," Narcissa told them, glancing at the clock on the wall. "We'll have breakfast." She promised.

Draco enthusiastically nodded. "I'm starving." He mentioned.

Narcissa reached out to grab his hand. "You haven't eaten in days."

Y/n quickly turned her attention to Draco. "Dray." She told him, hitting his arm. "You can't do that."

"I won't, ever again." He promised, his hand wrapping around her waist. "As long as you're there to cook for me." He cheekily quipped, looking at Y/n with a grin. It was the first one she had seen in a while.

Narcissa and Lucius both laughed at the younger couple who reminded them of themselves. "You're dreaming," Y/n replied, bumping into his shoulder. Y/n opened her necklace.

Narcissa, Draco, Lucius and Y/n all touched the emerald. Just like that, they arrived in the Manor living room. It was like Y/n remembered, still as dark. She did feel better about being there, knowing no death eaters were trying to kill her brother.

Over pancakes, they laughed and talked. The world finally felt peaceful again. It was the first time Y/n had been happy in weeks.

An owl knocked at the window, around midday and Y/n took the two letters out of its mouth.

"Dray." She told him, handing his one over to him. "It's from Hogwarts." She told Narcissa and Lucius. They both opened their letters and read them. "In June, they're having an end of year feast," Y/n explained.

"So, we've got a month off school?" Draco looked thrilled by the news.

Narcissa chuckled. "What does it say about your exams?" She asked.

Draco read further down. "Mine says my grades from last year will be considered my grades for this year and I can become an Aurora. Or I can go back to Hogwarts." There was hopefulness in his voice Y/n had missed.

"Draco!" Narcissa cheered, jumping up to hug him. "Congratulations."

"Mine says the same." Y/n realised. "But how is that possible?" She asked, looking at Narcissa.

"I'm not sure." The woman replied, looking just as confused.

"I may have a few words with the acting Ministry when Voldermort was in charge," Lucius reported. All 3 of them were shocked by the confession.

Y/n was overcome with appreciation. "Thank you, sir."

"Please, Lucius is fine." That surprised Y/n but it was nice to hear he might not have hated her as much as she thought. It was the first time Y/n had seen a smile on his face. "What are you two planning on doing with your time off?" He asked the younger couple.

Draco and Y/n met each other's eyes, they hadn't thought about it. "What are we meant to do?" Draco asked.

"The house on the cliff is empty, if you want to spend more time there, Y/n," Narcissa mentioned. Draco grinned widely, nodding his head. He accepted the offer. "Slow down, Y/n?" Narcissa asked, turning her attention to Y/n.

"Yes, I'd love to. Thank you." Y/n affirmed her boyfriend's acceptance.

"When can we go?" Draco asked.

Lucius chuckled. "You don't want to spend time with your parents, son?" He joked. Another first. "You're going of age now, Draco. Y/n too. I think you've both earned the privilege of being treated like adults." He told them.

"You have to be back for your birthday, Draco. We're going to throw a party." Narcissa instructed, raising her eyebrows at him.

"So I'm not an adult?" Draco quipped back.

Narcissa turned to Y/n. "Will you make sure he comes back?" Y/n nodded. "Then you are both free to leave after I get a hug." She informed them, opening her arms up. Draco hugged her first, standing much taller than her.

Then he left to get his stuff. Lucius followed him up the stairs. Y/n walked over to Narcissa, embracing her.

"Thank you, for everything." Y/n mentioned in her arms.

"It's never a problem, sweetness," Narcissa replied, kissing the girl on the forehead.

Y/n and Draco took a different portkey to the house. Both of them were buzzing to have a month together after being apart for so long. They finally felt free and independent.

For a few weeks, they just hung out, reacquainting with each other. They spent time in London, seeing muggle sights and shopping. As well as the small, nearby muggle town. It had the cutest cafe.

Draco and Y/n also hung out with Pansy, Theo and Blaise again. They were all thrilled to see her. She explained the whole situation to them and they completely understood.

Between them, it was like no time was lost.

One summer evening, Draco had insisted on cooking Y/n dinner. He explained it was a date. She was to dress up nice like they were going out. Draco was in a full black suit, matching Y/n's sparkling black dress.

He even set the outdoor table, making Y/n sit there and wait for him to bring out dinner.

It was a pasta dish. The same one Narcissa had made the first time Y/n met the Malfoy family.

"Thank you, Dray," Y/n said as they sat, looking out at the view. The sun was just setting and the whole sky was painted pinks and oranges. In the distance, there was the sound of waves breaking on the cliff.

Draco looked nervous, she hadn't seen him like that for a long time. "Uh, I had a question for you." He stuttered out, cheeks turning pink.

Y/n sent him a soft smile, trying to help him calm down. His nerves were worrying her. What could he possibly ask her? Y/n knew exactly what was about to happen when Draco slid off his chair and down onto one knee. Her hands immediately came over her mouth. Tears were already pricking her eyes. He reached into his back pocket, producing a green velvet box.

"I've, uh, I've thought about doing this for a really long time. When we first met I knew you were the one who was always going to hold a special part of my heart. It was everything about you. I never believed in love at first sight until I met you." Y/n was full-on sobbing at Draco's words. They were the sweetest thing anyone had ever said. "I knew from when I met you that I'd always love you. But I had no idea you'd bear to be around me for long enough. I was kind of insufferable." Y/n and Draco both chuckled. "I'm so grateful I even got the chance to know someone as clever, kind, funny and ambitious as you. Once I'd asked you out, I knew I needed you to be mine forever." Draco let a few tears out, stopping to wipe them. "I've done a lot of stupid things, hurt a lot of people and you're far too good for me, I know that. But, I swear, I'm going to spend every day making it up however I can. I'm going to spend every day making it up to you too. If you let me. I think I knew you before I understood myself. You truly are my best friend and the most important person to me in the world." Neither of them could stop the uncontrollable tears they let out. "So, uh, I've got to ask now. Y/n Potter, will you do me the honours of marrying me?" Draco opened the ring box, revealing a huge diamond ring. It looked vintage and the prettiest thing Y/n had ever seen.

Y/n wiped a few stray tears off her cheeks, leaning down to do that same to Draco. "Yes, Draco. A million times yes." He was grinning as wide as she'd ever seen as he slipped the ring on her finger.

He stood up, holding her face in his hands. "I love you." He told her, leaning down to kiss her gently.

"I love you too," Y/n replied, eyes closed with her forehead intimately pressed against Draco's. When she moved her eyes she looked down at the ring. "It's so beautiful, Dray."

Draco nodded before explaining the story. "It's, um, a Black family heirloom. If Mum, Aunt Bella or Aunt Andromeda were boys, they would have gotten it. Luckily for me, it skipped a generation."

"It's stunning." Y/n leant back up to place a kiss on his lips. "Now, what have you cooked for dessert?" She asked, giggling lightly.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Your favourite, of course, but only because you said yes." He revelled.

Y/n woke Draco up on his birthday with an assortment of gifts. After they ate breakfast and unwrapped presents, they went to the Manor.

Y/n knocked on the door happily. Draco's left hand entwined with her right one. Narcissa swung it open and embarrassed Y/n in an enthusiastic hug. She quickly grabbed Y/n's left hand, looking at the ring.

"I knew it would look perfect on you," Narcissa mentioned, tracing over the ring. Y/n grinned at her.

"It is perfect," Y/n said, grinning at Draco.

"You're perfect." Draco simply replied. Narcissa chuckled at the two of them. "Can I have my hug?" He asked Narcissa.

Narcissa dropped Y/n's hand hesitantly to pull him in. "18 but you're still acting like a petulant child." She joked making Draco pull a face of mock offence. "Happy birthday, Draco."

"Are you keeping them in here, Sissy?" Lucius asked, walking around the corner. Narcissa rolled her eyes at him. "Happy birthday, son." He said, wrapping Draco in a hug. "Y/n." Lucius turned to her.

"Mr Malfoy." Y/n greeted. She thought she was in trouble when he raised his eyebrows and shot her a pointed look. The smile on his lips assured her she wasn't about to be told off. "Lucius." She corrected herself.

Y/n held out a hand to shake his but he shook his head, opening his arms. "You're my future daughter-in-law, come here." He insisted, and Y/n hugged him, trying to avoid showing her shock.

After they had lunch and Draco opened more presents, Pansy, Daphne, Theo, Blaise, other friends and several Malfoy and Black family members came over. It was a phenomenal party.

Pansy raced right over to Y/n, flinging her arms around the girl.

"Hi Pansy, it's actually my birthday." Draco sarcastically greeted her.

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Happy birthday, you big baby." She said, giving him a hug too. "I'm sorry I missed my best friend." Draco faked offence.

Theo, Blaise and Daphne all came to hug the couple as well. Neither Y/n nor Draco had realised they didn't know about the engagement.

They all quickly got flutes of champagne, raising them to toast each Draco.

That's when Pansy saw it. "Oh, Merlin. Is that an engagement ring!?" Pansy shouted, grabbing Y/n's left hand.

Both Y/n and Draco awkwardly laughed. "Yes," Y/n confirmed as Pansy admired the ring, showing Y/n's hand to Daphne and the boys.

"That's not just any ring. That's a Black Family ring." Blaise noticed.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. "How did you know that?" She asked, looking back at Draco.

He was blushing pink. "Loverboy, here, has been talking about giving it to you since 1st year," Theo informed Y/n. "He wouldn't shut up about it most nights." Her eyes widened as she looked at a red-faced Draco.

"You never told me that," Y/n mentioned, nudging his chest. Draco groaned, wrapping his arm around Y/n's waist.

"Because it's really embarrassing." Draco quietly stated.

Daphne pattered Draco's arm. "Y/n used to talk about you in her sleep." Daphne declared. That made Y/n's cheeks heat. Draco and the rest of the friend group burst out laughing.

It was finally the day of the final Hogwarts feast. Y/n didn't ever think, at 11 years old, it was going to end like this. In 7 years, she had learnt so much more than most people learnt in their lifetime.

"Pans, Blaise." Y/n opened the door of the Black's seaside house to invite Pansy and Blaise in.

Pansy and Blaise were both dressed in formal clothing as they hugged Y/n. She was wearing a deep green dress that matched Draco's suit's tie.

"You look lovely." Pansy complimented her.

"Pansy, look at you!" Y/n returned the compliment, instructing Pansy to do a spin of her silver dress.

"Are we ready to go?" Draco asked, walking down the stairs. He was in a full black suit aside from his green tie. He bro-hugged Blaise and gave Pansy a hug before wrapping an arm around Y/n's waist.

Y/n nodded. "Let's do it."

Y/n hadn't seen how destructed Hogwarts was, but it now looked just like when she left. She couldn't help but feel sad at the tragedy that had occurred a month ago.

"It's odd being back," Pansy spoke what they were all thinking. Everyone gave her a nod of agreement.

The two couples walked into the great hall, hand in hand. Everyone was surprised to see Y/n. They still had no explanation for why she was gone.

Naturally, Y/n's eyes met her brother. She noticed how faded his lightning-bold scar looked. But she didn't go over to him, she just went to her house table.

McGonagall spoke, about the losses they had faced and how good always won in the end. Her speech was inspiring. Everyone was still distraught about the battle, it was evident on their faces.

They ate, laughing at their tables as the sky fell dark. Y/n had missed being at Hogwarts, it was like home to her. The couple finally made their way through the castle to go home when it was late.

"Y/n!" That was a voice she hadn't expected to hear. She hadn't heard him say her name in years. Harry. His voice was much deeper now.

Y/n stopped in her tracks, quickly turned around to look at him. She still looked like she remembered. "Hi." She greeted him, awkwardly rocking on her feet.

"I'll give you a moment," Draco mentioned, unlacing his hand with Y/n's and walking off.

Now, neither of them knew what to say. They were family but so disconnected.

"How are you?" Harry finally asked.

Y/n softly smiled. "I'm alright. And you?"

"Good." Harry stuttered. Silence fell again. "I'm so sorry." He blurted out. "I never should have said the things I did in 4th year. I was so angry about what Malfoy was saying and I couldn't believe it."

Y/n nodded. "I know, Harry, you don't need to explain it or be sorry."

"No, I do. I shouldn't have refused to talk to you for 3 years. It was childish and hurt you." Harry insisted. It made Y/n feel like the weight was off her shoulders. A weight she had been hauling for years. "I looked for you when I left Hogwarts for a whole year."

That was new information but it warmed Y/n's heart. "Harry, I had no idea." She replied, tears swelling in her eyes. "Narcissa told me you asked about me."

"I felt the worst I had ever felt. I was immature, and mum and dad would have been disappointed." Harry admitted.

Y/n shook her head, finally letting the tears fall at the thought of her parents. "Harry, no, please. They would be so proud of you for everything. I'm so sorry about everything I said as well. I just need to know if you hate me." She begged, looking into his matching eyes.

"I never hated you, not for a minute. I was mad but I was also stupid and prejudice." Harry told her, finally allowing her to relax. Y/n pulled him in for a hug without thinking about it. "I missed you so much." Harry was sobbing too, hot tears on Y/n's back.

"I missed you too. Ron and Hermione and the Weasley's too." Y/n told him, pulling back. "Would you maybe want to hang out sometime. Talk?"

Harry couldn't nod quick enough. "Yes, please. I'd really like that. We've missed a lot of time."

Y/n pulled him back in for another hug. It was like the two puzzle pieces were finally together. The part of her heart that was missing was now filled.

"Is your scar okay?" Y/n asked, running her left forefinger over Harry's forehead.

Harry nodded, glancing up at her finger. He noticed the ring. Harry grabbed Y/n's hand, examining it in front of her. "Oh my." He exclaimed.

"Please don't be mad." Y/n winced, breath shortening.

"No, not at all," Harry told her. "I just want to be a part of your life. Draco's as well." He told her honestly. Y/n had never felt better than she did right then.

"Thank you," Y/n told him. "Are you with Ginny?" She couldn't help but ask.

Harry smiled as he nodded. "Yeah. This ring is phenomenal though." Harry mentioned, smiling as he met Y/n's eyes.

"I know." Y/n agreed a giddy smile on her face.

Today just might have been the best day of her life. She had a twin brother she spoke to and an amazing fiancee. Life was perfect.

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pillage-and-lute · 4 years ago

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Prompt: Either out of embarrassment or being a little shit, Jaskier lies outrageously to Geralt about humans (on the level of “I’m molting” or “These? They’re rocks, to snack on.”) and might get away with it?

Hi Dahliavandare! I always love seeing you in my inbox. I changed this just a *teeny* bit. WARNING: VERY SLIGHTLY HORNY (it’s Jaskier, duh) There is also a little bit of angst because Jaskier gets sick.

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“Jaskier,” Geralt growled.

“What?” The young bard yelped. “I wasn’t even singing that time.”

“No, you just--hmmm.”

“I just hmmm what?” Jaskier asked, pausing in his near-constant strumming.

“You smell like...hmm.”

“I smell?” Jaskier said, both hands planted on his hips. “That’s pretty rich coming from you, my friend--”

“Not friends.”

“You smell like a barn. Anyway-”

“No, Jaskier,” Geralt said, running one, gloved hand through his hair. “Witchers can sort of smell emotions, right?”

Jaskier looked up at him, a sudden hint of anxiety in his scent. “I thought that was a myth.”

“Not entirely.” Geralt shook his head as if clearing a thought from it. “We can’t smell complex things, but joy, fear, anger...desire.”

Jaskier, for once, didn’t look at Geralt, studying instead the flowers at the side of the road. “Desire?”

“I-yes.” Geralt said. “And I wanted to know if all humans smell like...”

“Desire?” Jaskier said, then began talking fast. “Oh yes, of course, most humans, especially my age, well, they smell like this all the time. All the time. Naturally.”

It sort of checked out, at least to Geralt’s thinking. Young humans were horny, and although the overriding scent when Geralt was around was fear, he remembered being a teenager, with all the baggage that entailed at Kaer Morhen, and yes, constantly horny was among those memories. Jaskier himself was definitely still young by human standards, perhaps twenty or so from his youthful features.

Geralt chalked the horniness up to humanity and hormones and left it at that.

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Later on, Geralt had other questions related to humanity, more specifically that part of humanity that included Jaskier.

“I thought humans couldn’t eat those?” Geralt couldn’t, he’d eaten one during training on a dare and spent the next day with his head in the privy.

Jaskier looked down at the mushroom in his hand. It was a beautiful, bright red, with little white spots. He’d been snacking on similar ones for the last mile or so.

“Of course we can,” he said. “Humans eat these all the time.” There was a rising tone in his voice that indicated something, but as Geralt had mentioned before, witchers couldn’t actually smell the more complicated emotions.

“They, um,” Jaskier said. “They just can’t be eaten by humans during-er- during summer. It’s fall now, so it’s okay.”

Geralt shrugged. What did he know of human biology? He wouldn’t be eating another of them ever, at any time. His stomach lurched a little just at the thought.

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“You didn’t buy the ring.”

Jaskier looked up at Geralt, eyes bright in the sunshine. The bustle of the market around them pushed against him like a tide, but a little patch of space was left around Geralt. Jaskier stepped into the space. “The ring?”

“You liked it,” Geralt grunted. “I could tell.” It had been a little thing, cheaply made of poor materials, but the bard’s eyes had lit up upon seeing the little buttercup detailing, and he’d admired for several minutes, although without touching.

Jaskier shrugged. “It was made of iron.”

“And?”

“Human’s can’t wear iron, Geralt.”

“Then why did the man sell it?”

“Well some humans can wear it of course, those with very tough skin, but I’m delicate.” Jaskier sniffed.

“Humans...can’t wear iron?” It didn’t sound right.

“Not right up close to their skin,” Jaskier said. “It turns us, um, purple.”

Geralt shrugged it off. He’d once been called to a castle where a baron had believed himself cursed because his finger was turning green, but he’d simply been wearing a cheap brass ring.

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After the first winter they met again in the spring something was definitely different.

“Your freckles,” Geralt said.

“What about them?” Jaskier said, looking away.

What about them indeed. They glimmered like chips of mica. At first Geralt had thought it a trick of the light, but no, there was a definite glitter to Jaskier’s skin.

“They’re...shining?”

Jaskier cocked his head at Geralt, cheeks shimmering. “Geralt,” he said slowly. “You know humans shimmer in the spring...right?”

Shimmer?

“I’d never noticed,” Geralt said. Admittedly he paid a little more attention to Jaskier than perhaps he ought, but still, one would think he’d have seen this before.

“It’s part of the growing process,” Jaskier said.

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“Jaskier, your cheeks are red,” Geralt said, stepping out of the small bathtub the inkeeper had brought up. He stepped closer to the bard, still naked and dripping water, and pressed the back of his hand to Jaskier’s forehead.

“Nnhgh,” Jaskier said.

“Are you well?” Geralt asked, cupping Jaskier’s flushed face with his other hand. It didn’t feel like he had a fever.

Jaskier pushed his hands away, face even redder than before.

“I’m perfectly fine, Geralt,” he said, higher pitched than usual. “Human faces get red for no reason now...put on some pants.”

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“Jaskier you’re drunk,” Geralt said. It was a pretty obvious statement, considering he had his bard draped over him like a shawl.

“Hehe, yep,” Jaskier said, reaching up with one, long finger and tracing Geralt’s jawline with it.

“You didn’t have any alcohol, I’m sure of it.” Jaskier normally had an extremely high alcohol tolerance in any case.

“‘O course not,” Jaskier said, leaning even more fully into Geralt’s hold. “Had milk.”

“Milk can’t get people drunk.”

“Milk can’t get witchers drunk,” Jaskier slurred. “Get’s humans drunk though, dunnit?”

“Can it?”

“Yeah, definitely, not the kids, but like, how often do you see, like adult humans drinkin’ milk?”

Not often, Geralt thought. He put Jaskier to bed in the inn and it was like pouring an octopus into a bucket. One loose yet gripping arm pulled Geralt closer to Jaskier, the bard leaned in and brushed soft lips to Geralt’s cheekbone.

Geralt wondered if it was another mystery of humans that the spot seemed to tingle all night and he couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it.

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Geralt clutched Jaskier as the bard fell to his knees, groaning. His face was sickly in it’s palor and he was trembling. He’d just lurched up from the table at the inn and stumbled to the door. Geralt had followed him and the young bard had just collapsed like this.

“Jaskier,” he said, clutching a chilled cheek, his other hand seeking one of Jaskier’s. “Jaskier what’s wrong.”

“Lemon,” Jaskier whispered, lacing shaking finger’s with Geralt’s. “In the fish, there was lemon.”

“Lemon’s fine, isn’t it?” Geralt asked, slow heart racing as he looked into eyes that were becoming glassy and clouded.

Jaskier shook his head and it seemed to exhaust him.

“’S fine for humans.” He said. “Not fae.”

“Fae,” Geralt said, cradling his friend. “Jaskier you’re not making sense.”

“Mmh,” Jaskier said, smiling sadly. His face changed, his eyes going glow bright and his ears lengthening a little. His skin took on a slightly green tint.

Geralt looked into the face of his fae bard, rubbing a thumb over his cheekbone and the shimmering freckles there. “How do I heal you, you have to tell me.”

Jaskier blinked slowly, eyes dimming further.

Geralt shook him, desperation taking over.

“Jaskier what heals a fairy?”

What heals a fairy? He’d learned that at some point hadn’t he? Long ago. They were rare, and most witchers never saw one in their whole lives but if you could help one they’d grant you one wish, not tricks.

Poetry.

Fuck.

“Jaskier,” Geralt rasped, throat feeling dry. Those beautiful eyes blinked at him, slowly.

“I...I think you have pretty eyes,” Geralt said. “And I like when they, um, match the skies.”

Jaskier blinked at him in confusion, brow wrinkling slightly.

“You look pretty in blue,” Geralt managed, inventing wildly. “And look pretty in green. You look lovely in about every shade in between.”

Some of the deathly palor was fading from Jaskier’s face now and Geralt sought more words. “I thought you were pretty that day you wore purple,” he said. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, idiot he was an idiot, nothing rhymes with purple.

“I like your spirit, your moxy, your...your yurple.”

Jaskier was indeed looking better now, and he was smiling.

“I like the way you talk to me, and how you’re always there,” Geralt whispered. “I like the way you hum to me when you help me brush my hair.”

Jaskier sat up slowly, blinking in the dim light.

“I like the way you give treats to Roach, um, and I like the way you smile,” Geralt gulped at the look on Jaskier’s face. “But most of all I like how much I love you, so I want you to promise to, uh, stay? For a while?”

“Oh Geralt,” Jaskier said, cupping his cheek. “That was bad.” Then he kissed him and Geralt’s brain went very very fuzzy.

A little later, in their room in the inn, where Geralt was finishing the fish and Jaskier was having stew avec no-lemon-at-all, he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jaskier tilted his head thoughtfully as he chewed a piece of potato. “Well, at first I wasn’t sure how you’d take it,” he said.

Geralt nodded. Fae were a feared and reverred group amongst humans, so caution was reasonable.

“Then it became a sort of game,” Jaskier said shrugging. “I couldn’t resist. So I left you little hints. I thought you’d figure it out for sure with the freckles or the milk.”

Geralt huffed a little sheepishly.

“I don’t care that you’re fae,” he said after a moment.

“I know,” Jaskier said. “And I don’t care that you’re an awful poet.”

“It worked, didn’t it.”

“It did, and now you get a wish, no tricks,” Jaskier held up his hand as if taking an oath. “I promise.”

Geralt thought for a moment. A wish from a fae was no small thing. It should be something powerful, something earth shattering and precious and rare.

“I wish you would kiss me again.”

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Oop, here it is (after quite the wait, sorry about that) I’m actually so proud of this and it’s super sweet and fluffy.

#geraskier #fluff #creature Jaskier #fae jaskier #Roach borrowed the braincell and she isn't giving it back #the witcher #geralt of rivia

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merakiui · 3 years ago

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I was reading through your tags and you mentioned at some point the kazuscara roommates finding your onlyfans and I think I completely combusted—thus i present to you my brain rot of late: you attend the same school as them but you’re not actually friends, all you know about kazuha is that he’s the friendly regular at the cafe you work at, who makes polite conversation every now and then but otherwise is nothing of note. In reality he’s been stalking you for weeks ever since your first encounter, and is dead set on the idea that you’re this innocent, weak thing that needs to be protected (maybe he stepped in when you had a bad customer and your meek reply helped fester his delusions?). Scara, on the other hand, is only aware of your presence since you’re his favourite cam model that he recently found. (Since he’s a harbinger he’s probs loaded) Weeks of funnelling money towards you cause him to feel this unwarranted possessiveness, believing that since he’s been providing so much in your “relationship” that it’s time you reward him in turn. However, despite the unbridled interest they have toward you neither are aware of each other’s feelings for you— that is, until you happen to run into the both of them heading to your class. While both are known for maintaining their stoic masks, they’re friends for a reason— and instantly can tell the attraction their roommates have towards their own “lover”. After kazuha finds your onlyfans he’s certain that you’ve been coerced and wants to save you, while scara thinks it’s time that he’s stopped letting other plebeians look at his possession—so, despite their initial reservations, come together to form the ideal plan. When you find yourself waking up groggy in a room you don’t recognize, all they can do is look on with glee whilst planning their next course of action with their new belonging. They’re friends after all, and good friends share though, don’t they?

This is v long srry lol you can ignore this ofc!!

AAAH, ANON!! YES!!! <3 I couldn’t resist writing more on this concept. orz They make for such a terrifying pair when they work together!

(cw: yandere, stalking, nsfw, implied kidnapping/drugging, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, delusional thoughts, savior complex, implied violence)

What if Kazuha and Scara were just acquainted with one another and actually became closer through their mutual obsession with you? Yes, they’re roommates and ought to get along because they’re living together but they haven’t exactly clicked yet. They talk every now and then and know little things about each other. Nothing too special. They don’t really hang out outside of their dorm either, what with their class schedules being vastly different. And Kazuha’s always out of the dorm doing who-knows-what. Most of his time is spent at a café, where he’ll write and read and stare at you while you work. On the other hand, Scara prefers to stay inside if he doesn’t have a good reason to go out. He likes his alone time. Although he has enjoyed going to the library every now and then to study.

So maybe they need to find some common ground. Maybe they need a push in the right direction before they get closer.

Kazuha likes to stare. Talking to you is great, but he worries he’ll say too much and then he’ll be a nuisance, or you might not want to talk to him at all since you’re working. But you always regard him with a warm smile, happy to scribble his name on the plastic cup because you remember him. Because you recognize his familiar face and soft, gentle eyes. He’s the one who saved you from that rude customer, after all, and he’s a polite regular. Why wouldn’t you know him? You might look like you can handle those types of situations, but what Kazuha saw that day was something entirely different. You were nervous—so soft-spoken and scared. He absolutely has to protect you from those kinds of people now, doesn’t he?

And he does exactly that. He’s your second pair of eyes—your valiant knight in shining armor—who sees and hears all. Sometimes he goes to the café with the intention to simply watch over you and make sure no one’s bothering you. He can recall one time when a customer was speaking rudely about you because her drink hadn’t been prepared in a ‘timely manner.’ In reality it’s impossible to make a drink within a few seconds, especially when you’re already preoccupied with making another customer’s drink. She must’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed, or maybe she’s just a hateful person in general. You didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of such fiery insults, though.

Her eyes just can’t see your perfection and therefore she does not deserve to see out of them.

Kazuha’s willing to wrestle with all of this darkness if it means you’ll stay safe, oblivious, and pure. You’re like a defenseless kitten, unable to protect yourself from the scary world. He writes about you a lot in his journal; you’re his muse—someone who constantly shows up in poems and short paragraphs where he tries to describe what your dream date might be or what type of wedding you’d prefer. Things get darker the deeper you delve into his writings, where you’ll find entries in great detail. Kazuha writes a lot and he doesn’t even mean to. He just has to get all of his thoughts on paper before they abandon him and he’s left with emptiness.

Everything you do is pure; you’re almost an equivalent to a holy being. Your smell is pure. Your body is pure. Your actions are pure. Your smile is pure. Even when you’re on the verge of crying from harsh customers or when you’re turning down a confession, you’re still pure. And Kazuha likes that about you because it’s special. There aren’t many people in his life who are completely pure. He’s been through a lot of rough things and has seen firsthand how impure people can be. It’s only fair that he gets a chance to protect purity itself.

He might have some impurities, but that doesn’t deter him from watching over you. As gentle and unassuming as he is, there are times when even he loses his composure. Not many are privy to these dark emotions of his. His smiles are sharp and venomous and his eyes fill with a gloom so dark it can swallow you whole. You’ll never see this side of him; he won’t allow it. Instead you’re treated to his sweet, calm side, where he feigns perfection in hopes of catching your interest.

As for Scara… He doesn’t really care about Kazuha in the beginning. He’s just someone he has to live with. It’s not a big deal and as long as he doesn’t try to make lots of pointless conversation everything will be okay. He prefers the peace and quiet, considering he’s acquainted with people who are far from peaceful and quiet. Scara’s relieved that Kazuha leaves the dorm so often because it gives him an opportunity to watch his favorite cam star’s most recent video. He’s your most loyal follower—someone who’s paid lots of money just to have access to the highest tier of rewards and such. He even got a private video where you addressed him and moaned out his name with lustful thoughts of him. Having lots of money comes in handy.

When he finds out that you go to the same school as him, he’s a little shocked. He didn’t expect you to be so close. You’re practically within touching distance. If only he knew your schedule. If only you were in one of his classes. It’s really annoying that he only knows your online presence and not who you might be in your personal life. The last thing he’s going to do is consult Childe, that popular athlete who knows literally everyone in the school for whatever reason. Surely he knows you. But he’ll die before he ever asks Childe for a favor.

Scara loves you out of every other cam model because you’re different. You’re not just trying to get fast cash. You’re genuine. You listen to your subscribers and their feedback. You do your best to improve and do even better streams than the previous ones. All of your hard work is overlooked by the other fools who watch your streams, but it isn’t overlooked by him. Scara appreciates your attention to detail and the way you’re able to hook him with your breathless voice alone. You’re very skilled at what you do, so it’s only fair you get paid for it.

But buying your services isn’t enough. It’s not a real relationship, but it certainly feels like it when he buys preferential treatment. Private shows, special requests, odd favors—you do it all because he pays for it. But this relationship isn’t going to be one-sided forever. You’ll have to pay him back in full eventually. Scara likes to think he has patience and that waiting is fine. It gives him more time to plan his next move—to figure out what he should do to finally have you all to himself. So that those private shows he watches through a screen can finally be real.

Scara finds the journal sitting innocently on Kazuha’s bed, its maroon cover and maple leaves pulling at his curiosity. He might not know everything about Kazuha, but he’d recognize this journal anywhere. His roommate almost always has it on his person. Scara wouldn’t be surprised if he slept with it. To say he’s curious would be absolutely correct. He can only wonder what Kazuha writes in that thing. Perhaps it’s just notes for a class. That’s what anyone would think, right?

Scara opens it and flips through the first few pages. They’re normal for the most part. Just a bunch of haikus and other useless scribbles. When he skips over some pages, he starts to find things that are far more interesting than poetry and doodles of cats. He finds the majority of the journal is comprised of information. More specifically, there are facts and other knowledge about you—the cam model he’s been obsessed with ever since he stumbled upon your onlyfans. He reads through as much of the journal as he can and instantly learns so much: your address, your roommate, your workplace, your friends’ names, names of any potential exes. The list goes on and on.

Scara doesn’t have anything against Kazuha. His first impression of him wasn’t anything groundbreaking. He thought he was a pushover at first. But now that he knows what this journal holds… Well, it sheds an entirely new light on his roommate.

Just days before Scara took a peek inside his journal, Kazuha discovers your secret online life. He snoops through Scara’s laptop when he steps out, having left it open and unlocked. He’s just trying to find what could have caught Scara’s interest, as he’s almost always glued to his laptop on specific days at specific times, with his headphones on and his gaze unyielding. He doesn’t intend to find the file of one of your private videos—something that was meant only for Scara’s eyes.

He clicks on the video out of interest. He’s not sure what he was expecting to see, but it definitely wasn’t this. Kazuha sits there and stares at the sight before him. You’re dressed in skimpy lingerie and you’re muttering the dirtiest things while coating your fingers in lube. And your hands are stroking a thick toy and you’re addressing Scara and you’re lining it up to your hole and— He shuts the laptop before it can get even more explicit than it already is. He’s so conflicted, fraught with a betrayal so strong it weighs his heart down.

Why would he have this sort of video on his laptop? Did you give it to him? Did he make you do this? Are you in danger? Are you still pure?

Kazuha can’t kill on campus. It’s way too risky and he’d be one of the first suspects if Scara’s body is found. Besides, it’s not like he has the full story. He doesn’t know whether or not Scara’s done something that’s worthy of death. You could just be in a tight spot. He knows how easily you give in when you’re under pressure. Maybe you’re just doing this because you feel like it’s the only thing you can do. Not to worry; Kazuha will save you before Scara can ruin your purity with his twisted fantasies.

They confront each other when the time feels right. Kazuha struggles to keep a smile plastered to his face for the sake of politeness, while Scara holds in his raging temper so that he can bear some semblance of cooperation. Neither of them is happy to hear that the other went through their stuff, but they force themselves to make up because a more pressing issue is at hand: their connection to you.

Kazuha says he’s your secret admirer. Scara says he’s in a relationship with you. There’s no way you’d ever date someone like Scara—Kazuha knows this for a fact. Yet he falters at the confidence in Scara’s tone. That can’t be the truth, right? Despite this, Kazuha still strikes up an offer: If they work together to get what they both want, they’ll be unstoppable. With Scara’s riches and his influence and Kazuha’s charisma and clever thinking, they can easily get their hands on you. Of course this means they’ll have to share, but it’s not a big deal when they’re already in so deep. They both know the other’s secret; now they’re swearing to keep it in the pursuit of having you all to themselves. And luckily Scara agrees to the deal, but that doesn’t give Kazuha a reason to lower his guard.

However despite how well they work together when it comes to planning the kidnapping and actually executing it, they both have their own reasons for wanting you. Scara wishes to make his relationship with you a reality—to toss aside the screen that once held him back and finally do all of the things he could only do in his dreams. Kazuha seeks to protect your fragile heart, lest you crumble under Scara’s intense way of doing things and cling to him for salvation. You can’t do those sorts of things with Scara; he won’t allow it. Your purity is meant for him and no one else.

But sharing is caring and some have to learn that the hard way. It definitely brings Kazuha and Scara closer together, even if neither of them will admit it. If they look past their desires, they can be friends. And soon enough they’ll have to accept this new friendship if they want to avoid any unnecessary complications.

However there are times when they’ll cooperate in order to do things with you. They’re a packaged deal you can’t get rid of.

#chit chat #yandere #yandere kazuha #yandere scaramouche #kazuscara roommates #ty for feeding me anon orz #i like the idea of them being friends on the surface #but beneath that they're willing to abandon the other in order to meet their desires #but when they come together they're a force to be reckoned with #aaah i could go on and on with this concept #but i don't want to ramble #ANYWAYS TY AGAIN ANON <3 YOUR BRAIN IS SO LARGE #🧸 anon

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