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pctterswprld · 1 year

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pure jealousy

pairing: ron weasley x gryffindor!fem!reader

summary: you have feelings for ron and you were planning on asking him to the christmas party. he doesn’t seem to realise those feelings until you give up on asking him, someone else offering to take you instead.

word count: 3,356 words

warnings: ANGSTY FLUFF, literally two swear words, a bit of kissing, idk what else...

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[y/n] [y/l/n], described by her peers, was a compassionate woman who always took everyone’s feelings into account. while having gryffindor’s fiery personality, her beauty (inside and out) only made her much more desirable among the students of hogwarts. it was something she took pride in, having the ability to wrap people around her finger.

unfortunately for hogwarts’s keen scholars, [y/n] had her eyes on someone. of course, she had not revealed who she had feelings for (only to her best friend, hermione). and let’s just say… [y/n] was pretty good at hiding her feelings.

long story short, [y/n] [y/l/n] was in love with her best friend.

no, not hermione.

ronald bilius weasley. best friend to the chosen one and known for being quite daft from time to time.

he was quite a popular figure, being gryffindor’s quidditch keeper and also helping with da in his fifth year. ron wasn’t one to brag but he quite liked the attention he received — especially from women.

again, unfortunately for [y/n], ronald just had to tell her all about it.

“right, so you know lavender brown?” he questioned, [y/n] picking at her food as she fought the sigh trying to come out of her mouth.

“yeah, ‘course.”

“she’s interested in me.” [y/n]’s eyes shot up, meeting ron’s eager ones as he nodded enthusiastically. “i know! it’s bizarre, i thought she hated me last year after that whole incident in the room of requirement—”

“wait,” [y/n] interrupted, dropping her fork on her plate as she crossed her arms. “how do you know she likes you?” ron scoffed, stuffing another spoonful of jelly into his mouth.

“well, it’s obvious. isn’t it, harry?” the ginger nudged [y/n]’s other close friend, the one and only harry potter, who was sat close by them, invested in his new fancy advanced potions textbook. he looked up abruptly, his chin in his palm as she shrugged.

“i guess her attitude towards you has improved—”

“see—!” ron immediately zipped his mouth when his eyes met with someone else’s across the great hall. [y/n] turned to see what (more like who) he was looking at, frowning when she saw lavender brown coming their way. she flashed a smile towards ron, tucking a lock of her curly hair behind her ear as she giggled along at what parvati patil said, immediately rushing to their normal seats.

at this point, [y/n] felt extremely sick. she gulped down her food as she met eyes with her beloved best friend, who seemed beyond the moon. a wide grin crossed his lips as he spoke, “see! she likes me. you cannot change my mind.”

[y/n] tried to be happy for ron. he’d been wanting a relationship for ages as he was unhappy with himself (or he was simply just bored). and there was no doubt that ron did not retaliate his feelings for the girl. he, of course, loved her dearly as a friend. and to [y/n]’s disappointment, it seemed like he was never going to figure out her secret.

a smile crossed the girl’s lips as she nodded, uncrossing her arms, “okay, i see it. she likes you,” she chuckled, ruffling the ginger’s hair as he laughed along. she felt eyes on her as she looked at harry who had an inquisitive glint in his eyes as they flickered from her to ron. [y/n] shook her head, looking down at her food as she heard harry sigh to himself.

“um, i promised hermione i’d meet her in the library,” [y/n] stated, finishing the last of her food as she looked at the two boys in front of her. “so… i best be off now.” ron didn’t seem to be paying attention, his eyes still on lavender with a look of adoration in them. harry gave the girl a sympathetic smile as she solemnly glanced at ron, sighing in defeat.

“see you later,” harry waved as [y/n] smiled, walking out of the great hall with heartache striking her chest.

[y/n] stared at her herbology textbook, struggling to understand the words with the one million words crossing her mind. she huffed, her forehead meeting the pages of the book as she closed her eyes. hermione sighed at her best friend, brushing [y/n]’s hair aside to get a better look at her.

“did something happen?” hermione asked, knowing the reason behind [y/n]’s sadness already.

“well, you’ve got that figured out already,” [y/n] joked, sighing as she sat up. she leaned back in her seat as she began tying her hair into a ponytail. “okay, i get that i haven’t made my feelings that… obvious.” hermione nodded, scribbling across her parchment as she listened. “but, come on. even harry agrees with you, i’ve been looking at him differently since third year!” she ranted, almost slamming her textbook shut out of frustration.

“[y/n]...” hermione began, setting down her quill. “perhaps it’s time you… stopped liking ron?” [y/n]’s eyes shot up, her left cheek now against her palm as she thought.

“you’re acting like i haven’t thought about that ‘mione,” [y/n]’s lips pressed together, staring at the words within the pages in front of her. hermione’s mouth opened to speak but it immediately clamped shut when she noticed the figure approaching the both of them. [y/n] looked up, furrowing her brows as she sat up. “what—?”

“hello, ladies.” [y/n] whipped her head around, seeing two fairly attractive slytherin boys in front of her. she glanced at hermione whose cheeks had already flushed at the sight of them. the voice belonged to theodore nott, his eyes already on hermione as he awkwardly scratched his neck. [y/n] recognised the other boy as blaise zabini and sat up in her seat straighter, crossing her legs.

“hello, boys,” she greeted, her ponytail bouncing as she smiled, “to what do we owe the pleasure?” blaise stepped forward, a grin crossing his lips as he glanced at theo.

“well, with slughorn’s christmas party coming up, we’re obviously expected to bring someone,” blaise spoke, his eyes on [y/n] as she intently listened. “and you two were first on our list to ask…” hermione nudged [y/n] whose eyes widened with excitement. [y/n] glanced back at the slytherin boys, a sly smile on her face.

“why, we’re honoured,” she began, “i hope you weren’t lying when you said we’re your first choices,” she tilted her head.

“of course not,” theodore flashed a smile, glancing at hermione once again. “we’ll do anything to prove that if you want us to.”

“that won’t be necessary,” hermione giggled, [y/n] smiling as she added, “we’d be delighted to go with you two.”

blaise and theo smiled, bowing their heads as blaise spoke. “wonderful. we’ll meet outside slughorn’s office next week?”

“sounds great!” [y/n] agreed, the two boys walking off with looks of triumph on their faces. [y/n] turned towards her best friend, looking gleeful as hermione fanned her cheeks.

“you might not agree but they’re both incredibly attractive,” she sighed, leaning back in her seat as [y/n] shrugged.

“well… this might be my chance to get over ron, like you said,” [y/n] grinned, “and blaise is a nice guy, don’t you agree?”

and as a consequence, the two began talking away about what they were going to wear in the corner of the library, all thoughts of ron weasley disappearing.

later that night in the common room, [y/n] sat crossed-legged on the sofa as she finished up her DADA homework, crookshanks purring quietly beside her as her quill scribbled away. she was too concentrated to notice the familiar ginger boy sitting directly beside her.

ron tapped her left shoulder, a smile appearing on his face as [y/n] looked up. she put her quill down, tilting her head at her best friend, “why are you so smiley?” ron scoffed, leaning in his seat.

“i was just happy to see you, jeez,” he muttered, [y/n] laughing as she put away her essay. she tickled crookshanks’s ear as ron spoke again. “where were you after lunch?”

“i told you i was going to be in the library with hermione,” she replied, her lips pressing together as she remembered how ron looked at lavender. ron tilted his head.

“no, you didn’t.” [y/n] sighed, pulling out her hair tie as her [y/h/c] hair cascaded past her shoulders.

“yes, i did. you were too busy staring at bloody lavender,” she retorted, staring into the fire as she brushed her hair aside. ron’s breath hitched as he took in [y/n]’s appearance, his brows raising at how pretty she looked at this angle. he looked away, scratching his neck as he cleared his throat.

“right. sorry. yeah, now that you say that…” ron glanced at [y/n], who seemed to now be in a foul mood as she hugged her knees to her chest. the ginger mentally facepalmed himself, trying to change the subject. “so, with harry and hermione going to that party next week, i was thinking we should spend the day together,” he grinned, causing [y/n] to look up. “because you said you didn’t want to go. we could hang out, like old times.”

[y/n] bit her lip, letting go of her knees. “well, i never said that and… um, i’m sorry, ron. but i can’t.” ron furrowed his eyebrows.

“why not?”

“because…” [y/n] sighed, fiddling with her fingers. “i’m going to the christmas party. with someone.” ron looked gobsmacked at this, his arms now crossing as he scoffed.

“yeah? with who?” he questioned. [y/n]’s brows furrowed at the sudden change in his demeanour.

“blaise zabini,” she replied, forcing herself to not smile at the thought of him. “he’s in our potions’ class—”

“i know who he is,” he snapped, now staring into the fire as [y/n] widened her eyes. she looked away, staying silent because she knew it was best not to argue with ron when he was in moods like these. then, he spoke again, “do you want to go with him?”

“well, hermione wants me to—” [y/n] stopped abruptly, cursing herself as she felt eyes on her once again. it was now only her and ron in the common room.

how she wished harry or hermione were here right now.

“why does hermione want you to?”

“because she doesn’t want to be alone,” [y/n] shrugged, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

“harry’s going to be there.” [y/n] sighed at this, leaning back into her seat as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “and isn’t she going with nott from slytherin?”

“yes, she is. i’m surprised you didn’t find out from her that i was going with blaise,” [y/n] remarked, hearing another light scoff emerge from ron. “what? they both asked us while we were in the library.”

“so is that why you two have been blushing all evening?” he muttered, his eyes staring with intent at [y/n] as she struggled to look away.

“yeah,” she mumbled. “guess so.” ron shook his head, getting up from his seat and surprising [y/n] as he began to walk up the staircase. “where are you going?”

“to bed.”

“seriously?” [y/n] guffawed, going after him. she had been in his and harry’s room a number of times, so it didn’t surprise ron when she went after him. “do not tell me you are annoyed because someone asked me to the party.” ron let out a grumble as they both reached his room, confirming [y/n]’s suspicions. “you are!”

“you can do what you like,” he mumbled, entering his room and kicking off his shoes. [y/n] closed the door behind her as she followed ron.

“i don’t know why you’re so bloody bothered,” she stated, crossing her arms as ron turned around. “you’re the one pining after lavender!” ron’s lips melted into a harsh smile, looking to the side as he spoke.

“so that’s why your attitude towards me has gone sour– because of lav?” [y/n] gagged at the nickname, rolling her eyes. she heard a laugh emit from ron, pissing her off even more. “i can’t believe it—” [y/n] walked towards the ginger, pushing him harshly as a look of annoyance crossed his expression. “ow—?”

“first of all, that nickname does not do lavender justice,” [y/n] began, ron smirking at how frustrated she was getting. “and secondly, if you had just let me ask you to the bloody party in the first place—!”

“wait, wait, wait, wait,” ron interjected. “what?”

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A FEW DAYS EARLIER

[y/n] trailed after ron as they both stood at their desks, getting their stuff out diligently. the girl glanced at the door, noticing how harry and hermione hadn’t arrived yet and looked at ron who was now sitting down on his chair.

as she sat down, she tapped ron’s shoulder, catching his attention, “do you know if harry has asked anyone to the christmas party yet?” ron nodded, messing with his quill.

“yeah, he asked luna. why, were you planning on going with him?” he replied, paying close attention to [y/n] as she looked away.

“nah, just wondering. asking for hermione since she’s all hot and bothered about finding a partner,” she smiled, glancing at her parchment. ron nodded slowly.

“so… are you going then?” [y/n] glanced at him, “to the party?” the girl smiled, a tinge of pink arising on her cheeks as she looked down.

“um, actually, i was wondering—” a giggle from beside ron caught [y/n]’s attention, her eyes meeting with lavenders before the blonde glanced at ron with a smile.

“hi, ron,” she greeted, hugging her transfiguration book close to her chest. [y/n]’s lips pressed together as she noticed ron’s expression turn surprised. he raised his eyebrows, his lips curling as he replied.

“hey,” he replied, his voice coming out quieter than expected. she smiled shyly, walking towards the patil sisters as the three of them giggled. [y/n] fought back a sigh as ron turned back towards her, a dumbfounded manner appearing on his face. “did you see that?”

“uh, yeah. what about it?” [y/n] remarked, picking at her parchment as she heard ron’s voice again.

“what about it? well, you tell me!” he whispered, glancing at lavender again. “she was smiling. she doesn’t normally… do that.”

“perhaps she was feeling nice today!” [y/n] suggested, seeing ron nodding slowly as she almost sighed in relief. “lavender’s a lovely girl, she might just be feeling extra happy or something…”

“yeah. yeah, you’re right,” ron shook his head, turning towards [y/n] fully. the girl smiled slightly, staring at him as he spoke. “so i suppose you’re not going?”

“what?”

“the christmas party. you’re not going?” [y/n] furrowed her eyebrows, her lips parting slightly. “you don’t have a partner.”

“about that—”

“i mean, personally, i don’t think anyone is worthy of taking you,” ron shrugged nonchalantly, opening his transfiguration book with a grunt. [y/n] nodded, trying to speak as he continued, “i mean, you could ask a seventh year but perhaps you shouldn’t risk it, guys these days…”

“that’s why i was thinking about—” ron’s attention drifted away from poor [y/n] when the door swung open once again, revealing harry and hermione as they entered the room. he grinned and waved them over, causing the girl to deflate in disappointment. she bit her lip, facing hermione as she sat down opposite her. she quickly smiled at her best friend, paying attention to professor mcgonagall as she began the lesson…

“why didn’t you ask me after the lesson?!” ron stood there, gobsmacked at the new information he just received. [y/n] crossed her arms, arching an eyebrow.

“i fricking tried to! but all you could do was talk to harry about lavender!” ron opened his mouth, expecting to hear something come out of it, yet he quickly closed it once he realised [y/n] was right. he looked down, scratching his neck.

“i– [y/n], i’m sorry,” he stated, stepping closer as a sincere expression crossed his face. “i genuinely am. i know i can’t take the bloody hint and that’s my fault. i seriously am sorry!” [y/n]’s lips pressed together as she looked away, her toes tapping against the floor.

“yeah, well, i’m going to head to my room, so…” and as she turned around, attempting to walk towards the door, ron grasped her wrist, pulling her back gently as she spun to face him. she looked up, bewildered.

“so that’s it? you’re just going to go with zabini?” he questioned, dumbfounded as [y/n] parted her lips. she glanced at his hold on her wrist and raised her eyebrows, looking back up.

“i mean—”

“you could do a whole lot better, [y/n],” he interjected once again, pulling the girl closer as she let out a quiet gasp.

“ron—?”

“no, listen. i get that you’re mad at me and you have a right to be but i do like you. i swear on merlin’s beard i do– ask harry!” [y/n] opened her mouth, trying to speak but ron continued. “i know, i know, i can’t believe it took me being purely jealous just to figure out my bloody feelings– i know. yell at me all you want, i’m just saying—”

“ron—”

“that i have practically liked you since first year after you stuck up for me against malfoy, but i just pushed those feelings away because i was still a ‘blood-traitor’ or whatever and you’re practically pure-blood royalty. and i get that that’s stupid but it’s the truth and i’m telling you now—”

[y/n] kissed him. she smacked his hand away and kissed him, grabbing his face as she pulled him close. she was sure ron’s hands found their way to her waist as she kissed him deeper, smiling against his lips when ron did. as [y/n]’s hands made their way to his hair, ron gently pushed her against his bedpost, his hands squeezing her hips as she let out a gasp, tugging at his hair as he picked her up easily. as [y/n] wrapped her legs around his waist, she nearly moaned against his lips when ron pinched her thigh, the ginger grinning at the whine she let out instead.

and just as he was about to move his lips towards [y/n]’s neck, the two of them heard a scream.

[y/n] immediately pulled away, her eyes widening when she saw hermione – along with a startled harry – standing at the door with amazement. she dropped her books, one of them hitting harry’s toes as he winced, kicking the book away.

“finally! merlin, the both of you were driving me mad,” she exclaimed as [y/n] jumped off of ron, rolling her eyes as ron furrowed his eyebrows.

“what’s she talking about?” he asked harry, along with [y/n], looking at his friends with confusion.

“listen, this only took so long because of him,” she shrugged, hearing harry shut the door behind him as [y/n] jumped onto ron’s bed. ron sighed, scratching his neck.

“yeah, she’s right—”

“no fucking shit,” harry muttered, shaking his head as a grin crossed his lips. “you are unbelievable, mate.” ron stood there, offended as hermione began to cackle.

“listen, i know i’m a bit slow—”

“oh, merlin, how are you supposed to tell blaise that you can’t go with him now?” hermione asked her friend, wincing at the thought as [y/n] shrugged.

“ah, he can always take greengrass. she’s pretty.”

“but you’re prettier,” ron winked at [y/n], causing the girl to grimace as ron sighed. “sorry, that was a bit—”

“no shit.” the quartet began to laugh, ron wrapping an arm around [y/n] as they all giggled away, the world feeling right again.

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i will always be here

pairing: harry potter x hufflepuff!fem!reader

summary: the chosen one finds that you're having a panic attack.

word count: 1,588 words

warnings: FLUFF, panic attack, mentions of cedric diggory's death...

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harry james potter was currently sitting with his two best friends - hermione and ron - in the great hall for dinner. like always, it became a routine for him to read his fancy advanced potion-making book (with the added notes from the half-blood prince) during his dinner, completely oblivious to what his friends were talking about. they were now on good terms after the whole… lavender brown incident and harry intended to keep it that way.

yet, he was distracted by a new spell he found in his book.

hermione and ron, however, were talking amongst themselves. it just so happened they were talking about y/n y/l/n, a witch who was also in her sixth year of hogwarts. you didn’t even have to talk to her to know she was a hufflepuff. it was obvious, even without her uniform. people always said her kindness would throw her in a ditch one day.

it seemed that today, the saying was right - once again.

“y/n was actually supposed to meet me in the library today,” stated hermione, fiddling with her food as she spoke, “but she didn’t show up.”

“well, why was she meeting you?” ron replied, stuffing dessert into his mouth as hermione rolled her eyes.

“i was supposed to help her study. for DADA, of course,” her chin was now in her palm. “i love y/n, but… she’s dreadful at the subject.”

ron laughed in return. “well, snape isn’t exactly helping. the poor girl’s terrified of him.” hermione sighed, shifting her legs as her gaze travelled along to the great hall’s entrance.

“huh… well, there she is now.” harry had now snapped out of his daze after hearing the mention of y/n. harry was, of course, quite fond of y/n. you could say he had a soft spot for the hufflepuff girl. they had been friends since first year after the girl had graciously helped him with his potions homework. y/n even joined the DA during fifth year - she believed harry from the start about cedric diggory’s death.

cedric was also a great friend of y/n’s, seeing as they were both in hufflepuff, and it broke her heart to hear the news of his passing. when harry revealed it was because of you-know-who’s reappearance, it was the only logical explanation. cedric diggory was a great wizard, his death could not have been an accident.

harry’s eyes quickly shifted over to y/n, who didn’t look like her usual, vibrant self. instead, her eyes had been quite red and her lips were quivering as if she had just been crying. harry’s eyes furrowed as she sat down next to her friends at her table - she had not said a word.

it was then that her eyes glazed over towards the professors’ table at the front of the great hall. one look at professor snape explained it all. and to make things worse, pansy parkinson had suddenly walked past, muttering a snarky comment as daphne greengrass giggled along.

that was all it took for y/n to run out of the hall, unable to contain her emotions. and that was all it took for the chosen one to rush after her, even leaving his potions book at the table with hermione and ron.

y/n had run upstairs onto the third floor, sitting by a window which showed the evening sunset. she used to frequently have panic attacks because of a certain slytherin group but she had learnt to control them.

this evening was… different. she had bottled up her emotions for too long and it had all come crashing down tonight. her breathing became erratic as she collapsed against the window, tears streaming down her cheeks as she continuously mumbled to herself.

“stop crying, stay strong,” she had said. but it might’ve made it worse.

she didn’t hear the footsteps coming towards her once she had buried her face into her hands. she didn’t want anyone to see her. y/n was always the one comforting people whenever they were stressed, angry, upset… whenever it came to her, no one would come to her aid.

except one.

harry had knelt down to y/n’s level, careful not to touch her. he was one of the only people who knew how to deal with her panic attacks. he knew trying to hug y/n would only make her panic more.

“y/n…” he whispered, loud enough for her to hear. she was still sobbing, but she had heard him.

“w-who’s t-there?” she whispered back, refusing to show her face.

“it’s harry. it’s only me.” y/n whimpered, hating that harry had seen her like this again. as much as she appreciated harry, she hated that she was vulnerable when it came to the chosen one. she felt like all she could do in front of harry was be a crybaby.

y/n had said nothing else, but hearing his voice had calmed her a little. her sobs had slowed down, but they were still there. harry had spoken again. “can i see your face?”

y/n, reluctantly, removed her hands from her face, looking down at her lap as she struggled to control her breathing. harry took a once-over at her appearance before his gaze softened, his eyes never leaving y/n’s face.

“y/n, where are we?” y/n’s lips quivered as she closed her eyes, her throat feeling more closed up as her voice came out barely above a whisper.

“h-hogwarts. our s-school. we’re on the third floor.” harry nodded.

“what can you see? around us?” y/n’s eyes looked up as she tried breathing in and out.

“um... a w-window,” she finally looked at harry, who was smiling at her. she carried on, “p-paintings. a s-staircase.”

“good! good, can you smell anything?” y/n nodded.

“t-there’s the food d-downstairs. and your pinewood body wash.” harry chuckled at that, causing y/n’s lips to form a small smile as well. by now, y/n’s breathing had slowed down a lot. the tears had stopped forming and she wiped them away with the sleeve of her robe. she closed her eyes, hugging her knees once again.

“have you calmed down, y/n?” she nodded slowly. “that was the quickest you’ve ever come down from a panic attack,” harry added, causing her to open her eyes. “i’m proud of you.”

“thank you,” y/n whispered, giving another smile as harry sat next to her.

“hermione said you two were supposed to study in the library,” said harry, looking at the girl beside him. his eyes flickered all over y/n's face, making sure she had stopped crying.

“i-i didn’t mean to leave here there, i promise,” y/n replied while harry nodded. “i just- professor snape told me to stay behind.”

harry sucked in a breath, his jaw clenching as he looked out into the hallway. what was wrong with the sallow-faced man? did he seriously enjoy scaring the wits out of teenagers?

“i forgot my homework. for DADA…” y/n continued, harry gazing at her again. “i honestly didn’t mean to, i was just so busy. with being a prefect and everything,” she sighed, fiddling with her hands in her lap. “then i rushed to the toilet before dinner. and then pansy and daphne came up to me—” she suddenly paused, her head snapping towards harry. “i– i’m so sorry. you don’t have to stay here with me, i mean i’m fine now—!”

“what– y/n, why would i just leave you here after you’ve just had a panic attack?” he questioned, y/n’s lips pressing together as she shrugged.

“i don’t know, i thought you’d be sick of me by now,” harry’s brows furrowed, “you’re just… you always manage to calm me down from my panic attacks. i’m crying for no reason…” her words trailed off once she noticed harry’s stare. he wasn’t glaring, more like he couldn’t believe what she were saying.

“y/n…” he slowly took her hands as she looked down at his, both of them intertwining. y/n's breath hitched as she glanced at harry. “i will always be here. i’m never going to get sick of you. and your panic attacks are not your fault, do you understand?” his eyes searched y/n's e/c ones, looking for an answer in case she didn't reply. she smiled, biting her bottom lip.

“okay. i understand,” y/n whispered.

harry smiled back, taking the sleeve of his jumper and wiping away any more tears that stayed behind. the sun had shined through the window, reflecting off of y/n's face. the rays enhanced her beauty, causing her to look more radiant than ever. the both of them stayed silent, only staring at each other with an unknown emotion.

“would– would you like to go back down?” harry suggested. he, in fact, did not want to go back down. he’d rather stay up here with y/n, away from all the problems he had to think about.

you-know-who, professor slughorn, draco malfoy… he wanted time away from all that.

and to his relief, y/n shook her head. “i’d rather stay up here.” she hesitated before she added, “with you.” harry’s eyes softened once again, another small grin crossing his face. he nodded, saying nothing else before y/n laid her head against his shoulder, harry hugging her closer as they sat in silence.

the both of them loved each other. in what way… no one knew. that was all anyone could say to that.

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the hidden charms of affection

pairing: draco malfoy x pureblood!ravenclaw!fem!reader

summary: draco lucius malfoy becomes sentimental with his gifts on your birthday.

word count: 768 words

warnings: FLUFF, set during october - fifth year, one kiss...

author's note: might be a few mistakes and i know your middle name might not mean 'butterfly' but this is based off a scenario in my dr! ALSO, i get that canon draco would probably not do this (even though i think he's a romantic at heart because of astoria), BUT LET ME BE DELUSIONAL.

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THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN you and Draco was unknown to you, him, and many other students at Hogwarts. You have been friends with him since childhood because your families were Sacred Twenty-Nine royalty. Although you didn’t hold the same prejudiced views as Draco, he still valued you as his closest friend. If it were anyone else, they’d be named blood traitors immediately.

Ironic, wasn’t it?

Today was your belated birthday. You received numerous greetings across your year and gifts from your closest friends—the Parvati twins, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, and others. Whilst you enjoyed these gifts, you were waiting for one in particular.

The sun had set quietly during the chilly evening as you stood in the courtyard wrapped in your mother’s knitted scarves. You hadn’t noticed the approaching figure behind you as you stared at the sky, trying to recognise the shapes the clouds formed as they faded.

“What do you see?” A voice spoke, interrupting your thoughts as you turned your head. Beside you was Draco Malfoy himself, wearing his staple black suit (the boy could never wear anything casual) with a smile across his lips. You smiled back, scrunching your nose as you sighed.

“I’ve lost my imagination because of bloody Umbridge,” you guffawed, causing Draco to laugh as you faced him entirely. “I haven’t seen you all day,” you continued, trying not to sound a little hurt as Draco met your gaze.

“Sorry, the post took a little longer than expected,” he replied, his expression apologetic as he pulled a box out of the inside of his blazer. You furrowed your eyebrows, meeting the black box with your gaze.

“What is this?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked at him again. His blue eyes stared back at you, his face still engraved with a subtle grin.

“Well, I wanted to give you something personal this year,” he shrugged nonchalantly, glancing at the box before opening it. Inside was a silver sterling bracelet with a dragon charm in the middle. You widened your eyes, staring at him with amazement.

“H-how much did this cost?” you questioned, your tone baffled.

“It was nothing—”

“Draco…” your voice was stern as he sighed, smiling slightly.

“Around twenty-five Galleons?” he mumbled, scratching his neck as your jaw dropped, having the sudden urge to shove him.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy! Did you seriously spend that much on a bracelet for me?” You exclaimed, disbelieved as you stared at him.

“Come on, don’t you like it?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he picked the bracelet up. You bit your bottom lip, taking the bracelet in your hands as you admired it, touching the dragon with your index finger.

“It’s beautiful,” you complimented, sounding defeated as you looked up, your lips curling. “Why would you spend so much, though?” you sighed whilst Draco tutted.

“It wasn’t that much,” he reassured, taking the bracelet. “Let me see your wrist,” he grinned as you complied, shaking your head as you warmed inside.

Draco clasped the bracelet around your wrist, the accessory being a perfect fit as his fingers brushed against your palm before he pulled away, leaving you to idolise the bracelet.

“There’s another thing.” Draco’s deep voice pulled you out of your head as you looked up, raising your eyebrows. He unrolled his sleeve, revealing a matching bracelet on his wrist as you gasped softly. However, instead of a dragon charm, he had a butterfly on his.

“Dragon for my name,” he began, his voice gentle as he brought his wrist closer to yours, “Butterfly for your middle name.” The two charms connected as you met his gaze, your eyes softening at his sentimentality as you stepped closer.

“I didn’t take you to be the sentimental type,” you muttered, teasing him as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“You deserve it,” he responded, looking down sheepishly. His cheeks faintly blushed under the setting sun as you smiled for the millionth time that evening.

You tilted his head up, hesitating before kissing his cheek tenderly, pulling away momentarily. Draco looked down at you, his lips parting as you both chuckled, the wind blowing softly around you as you were both lost for words.

“Happy birthday, [Y/N/N],” he said, his tone genuine. You were about to thank him, but you physically couldn’t speak because he had joined his lips with yours.

And, of course, you kissed back, smiling against his lips as he cupped your face, both of you filled with honest happiness.

Who cared if Filch’s screams were approaching you within mere moments? You finally had each other—and that’s all that mattered.

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pctterswprld · 11 months

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silent confessions

pairing: winter soldier!bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: you always patched up the winter soldier’s wounds whenever he returned from a mission. however, this time, he finally spoke under unfortunate circumstances.

word count: 4,112 words

warnings: FLUFFY ANGST, mentions of blood, injuries, stab wound, extremely depressing, doesn't end with a happy ending...

author's note: i'll edit this properly later. also, this is my longest fic on this account, felt like i had to say that.

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BEING A NURSE for HYDRA had never been so depressing. You knew what you were signing up for when you got recruited five years ago. Although, it wasn’t like you had a choice—Colonel Karpov was very… Persuading.

Recently, you were promoted to the hospital. Usually, you patched up soldier injuries since only experienced doctors could work with special people. You weren’t complaining because this meant you could earn more money. You could barely afford your apartment rent and food, which was strange since you only took this job for the money.

You’d think working for a criminal organisation would make you rich, huh?

As you washed your hands in your office, you heard the door open, causing you to shift your head slightly. You noticed that Colonel Karpov stood by the doorframe, waiting for you to finish whatever you were doing. Drying your hands, a shy smile crossed your lips, bowing your head as you spoke.

“Good evening, Colonel,” you mumbled, placing the hand towel on a rack, “What can I do for you?” He said nothing. Karpov stepped inside your office, closing the metal door behind him as he kept a respectful distance between you.

“I am assigning you a new patient,” he replied, inspecting your workplace. “He is a unique case.” You nodded, fiddling with the hem of your uniform as you tried to calm your nerves.

“Why am I treating him?” you asked quietly, “If he is unique… Shouldn’t you give him to a more experienced doctor? I am only a nurse.” Karpov smiled briefly, keeping his hands behind his back.

“You are calm and serene, [Y/N],” he muttered, turning around to open the door. “He will know this by just looking at you.” As you opened your mouth to speak, Karpov stopped you, his voice interrupting. “A word of advice.”

“Yes?”

“Do not speak to him.” You tilted cocked your head to the side, disbelief crossing your face, “Trust me. It is better that way.” With nothing else to say, he shut the door after exiting, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You wheeled your patient to the long-term ward, hearing him hum quietly as you smiled. You liked to keep your patients optimistic whenever they visited you, assuring them they’d recover quickly.

After dropping him off, you heard your walkie-talkie vibrate from your hip. You picked it up, putting it to your ear as you heard Karpov’s voice. “[Y/N], your new patient is waiting in your office. Please send him to the ground floor after your check-up.” You sighed, strapping your radio back to your waist before hurrying back to your office.

As soon as you closed the door, you noticed the lights in your workplace were dimmer than usual. Choosing to ignore this, you took off your jacket, slowing your pace as you furrowed your eyebrows at the foreign back facing you. You peered beside him, trying to get a better look before catching his attention.

Your unknown patient was fiddling with a bracelet you took off earlier, his gloved right hand touching a heart charm as he creased his eyebrows. His hair was tied into a low bun, and you guessed its length went down to his shoulders. They (his shoulders) were rather broad, his back hunched over since he was inspecting your bracelet. You couldn’t get anything else under the dim light, so you decided to straighten your shoulders, clearing your throat to get his attention.

“Excuse me?” you asked, seeing the figure slowly face you. You raised your eyebrows, your breath faltering once you recognised the silver, metal arm replacing his flesh. The red star glimmered in its position, your frame visibly deflating when you saw your patient’s face. Of course, he wore a mask, but you’d recognise that stare from anywhere. Anyone could.

The Winter Soldier stood before you, your bracelet still in his gloved hands as he didn’t back down from the little staring contest you were having. You glanced at your accessory, almost smiling at the memory of your mother—she gifted you this bracelet on her deathbed.

You stepped forward calmly, realising that the Soldier made no move to go anywhere anytime soon.

“Would you like to hold onto that?” you asked, his eyes showing a void of ice blue as you attempted to get him to speak. “Just until the end, of course.” He responded by placing the bracelet back, sitting on the linen bed before him as your lips pressed together.

You trod over to the bed, putting on your gloves as your hands hovered over his right shoulder. “Do you mind if I—” He immediately took off his vest, revealing his toned but dirty torso and an ugly stab wound that hadn’t gone too far into his stomach.

“This won’t take too long,” you informed him, giving him a quick smile before taking your tools out of your drawer. You took your needle and stitching kit to the desk beside the bed and laid them out, picking up your rubbing alcohol first. Glancing at the Winter Soldier, you noticed his stoic stare had never left your face, making your heart thud a little. You chose to pay no mind to his demeanour, sticking to treating him. You poured some alcohol onto a cotton ball, gently wiping away blood around the wound. You heard a little hiss escape the soldier, causing you to give him an apologetic smile. After, you took the needle into your hand, threading the string into the hole.

“This will hurt,” you stated, only hearing his soft breathing in reply. A sigh emitted from your lips before you hesitantly stuck the needle by the wound, a soft grunt responding to you as you worked by sewing the wound back up. You placed your hand above his stomach, keeping him still as you concentrated on the stitch, being precise.

The Winter Soldier couldn’t tell your emotions by looking at your face. He could tell anyone’s state of mind whenever someone was around him because the answer was obvious. They all radiated fear whenever they were around the assassin. He had lived for nearly five decades, taking orders ordinarily whilst carrying out the most monumental murders in history. Anyone who had a brain was wise to be scared of him.

Although, you had adjusted quickly to his behaviour whilst not making a fuss about his abrupt decisions or movements. You asked him questions, but you asked them sincerely. You wanted to know if he was comfortable. You wanted to check if he was okay while you treated him, and you did by glancing up every ten seconds or telling him what to expect.

The Soldier was not used to this. He could not remember the last time someone had cared about his choices or decisions. He knew he had orders not to speak to his new nurse (he didn’t communicate with anyone anyway), but if he was, he wanted to know what he would say to you. Right now, his mind was blank. He knew his memory would forever be wiped after a particular mission. He hoped the task he was assigned this time wasn’t significant.

It seemed he had you in his life to look forward to seeing. He still couldn’t place why, but all he knew was that your voice was what he needed right now.

You finished the stitch across his wound, securing it before taking out the needle. You placed the tool and your gloves into the basin, washing off the bacteria whilst giving the Soldier a second glance. “All done,” you smiled, wiping the excess water off. You turned around again so he could put on his vest.

After a few moments, you faced him, noticing his stance was straining. “Um, you might feel uncomfortable for a few days while the wound heals.” Nothing. He only stared. You scratched the space behind your ear, folding your arms. “I could get you some pills for the pain if you want?” Nothing. You nodded to yourself, stepping out of his way as you leaned against the wall. “If that’s it, then Colonel Karpov will be waiting for you on the ground floor. You’ll have to come back in a few days so I can check the stitches.”

You could hear the clock ticking, the second hand being infuriatingly loud as the Soldier moved towards the door. He stopped before you for a moment, glancing down at his, causing you to look as well. You widened your eyes, not realising he had taken your bracelet when you weren’t looking. His thumb fiddled with a star charm that was painted red, his cold eyes meeting yours for a brief second. His palm spread out, allowing you to take the charm bracelet.

“Do you like the bracelet?” you asked, attempting to get something out of him. You clasped it around your wrist, your lips curling upwards as you looked at him, “It belonged to my mom.” A wrinkle was visible on the Soldier’s forehead as he stepped backwards, something else noticeable in his eyes as he refused to back down. But before you could decipher this newfound emotion, he had opened the door, leaving you thinking to yourself as he closed it behind him.

You sat by your desk, the lamp shining brightly beside you as you read the pages of your new book—The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood. You bought it a week ago—coincidentally, on the night you stitched up the Winter Soldier. And as you neared the end of Chapter 30, the door to your office opened abruptly, catching your attention as you looked up.

Whilst the door closed, you recognised the dark figure entering the light, acknowledging his stony blue eyes meeting yours as you stood up. He glanced around the room, familiarising himself, before sitting in the same spot as last week.

His hair was down today.

You almost smiled when you approached him. He still emitted apathy from his ambience, but you didn’t mind. You knew the Colonel reprimanded you from talking to the Soldier, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Hello, again.” Nothing. “Could you take your vest off, please?” He listened, taking the black, rigid vest off his body (though he showed reluctance). You thanked him with a smile, peering at his wound as you raised your eyebrows. “Your wound healed quicker than I expected.” You looked up, seeing nonchalance in his eyes. “I shouldn’t be so surprised, should I?” He kept quiet, but he did blink.

Now, that said something.

You placed your tweezers and scissors in a bowl with boiling water, sterilising them both before heading back to the Soldier. Insuring your hands were clean, you took a cotton pad and poured rubbing alcohol onto it. You glanced at your patient, giving him an apologetic smile.

“This might sting again.” You disinfected the wound gently, noticing how the Soldier froze against your bare touch. Thinking it was because of the alcohol, you carefully cleaned around the stitches, removing any dried blood and dirt before placing the pad into the bin.

You grabbed the tweezers, peering closer at the wound. You placed your hands on his torso, feeling how cold it was as you looked up. Even though the Soldier’s face was covered with his mask, you could hear his breathing grow quicker as he stared at your fingers. You pulled them away, concern crossing your expression.

“Would you like me to wear gloves?” His eyes shot up, widening at your question. You waited for an answer, the Soldier shaking his head in return. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to be quick.” He said nothing in reply. You went to his stitches, glancing at him as you touched his torso lightly. Surprisingly, he relaxed under your warm touch, making it easier for you to concentrate.

As you began lifting the first knot, the Soldier paid attention to your conduct. You did this procedure slowly, trying to cause less pain as you cut the stitches with the scissors. He noticed how your body moved as you concentrated. Your breathing slowed as you creased your eyebrows, the Soldier admiring your tenderness.

You pulled the thread through, doing this with the rest of the wound. The room was silent. You could only hear the Soldier’s breathing; he could only listen to yours. The silence was somewhat comforting since you recognised that your patient felt relaxed under your touch.

You finished up, patching up the wound with a bandage after cleaning it. You placed your tools into the basin, stepping away from the bed so the Soldier could wear his vest. You washed your hands, hearing his footsteps across the room, which caught your attention. He stared at the book on your desk, a smile lingering on your lips as you walked over to him.

“It’s a good book so far,” you commented, seeing him look up. “Are you allowed to read?” Hesitantly, he shook his head, causing you to deflate. You peered behind him, walking over to your bookshelf as you gazed at him.

“What have you read?” His metal hand reached up, taking a book off your shelf and handing it to you. A smile reached your lips, seeing that the title was The Hobbit from 1937. “This is one of my favourites,” you continued, hugging the book to your chest as the Soldier stared at you. A brief quietness entered the room as he left your presence, walking towards the door. You felt sad for some unknown reason.

After you put the book away, the door opened. However, no echo entered the room, making you turn around as you saw the Soldier standing by your door. His eyes scanned the nameplate on your door whilst you pushed yourself towards him. He examined your name closely, turning to you as he searched your eyes. Your lips parted, feeling slightly intimidated under his gaze.

“My name is [Y/N],” you told him. His eyes glinted under the natural light, squinting at you as he faced you. “It’s nice to meet you.” Nothing.

And then, he left.

During the past few months, the Winter Soldier kept visiting you irregularly, but the visits were consistent. You didn’t think that, as an assassin, he would keep getting injured this easily. But you didn’t mind.

Within one of his check-ups, you finished earlier than usual. There wasn’t anything wrong with him, so you thought you could let him leave.

But you didn’t.

You found him staring at your bookshelf again. You finished The Handmaid’s Tale ages ago but hadn’t had time to visit your local bookstore. Glancing at the Soldier, you walked over to the bookshelf, taking the book off before going to your patient. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, his eyes meeting yours as you placed the book in his hands.

“You have ten minutes,” you muttered, opening the book to the first page. You looked up again, his eyes soft but unreadable. “It… Helps. With the confusion.”

As you walked to your desk, you sat in your seat, seeing the Soldier invested as his eyes moved along the page rapidly. You smiled, getting your paperwork out as you attempted to get through it.

Naturally, however, you had the most tiring week. You couldn’t help but rest your head on the harsh metal desk for a second.

Seven minutes later, your light snoring had interrupted the Soldier’s train of thought as he looked up. He saw you asleep, your hand’s grip on your pen faltering slightly whilst he stood up. Cautiously, he walked to your desk, looking at your sleeping figure as he stood by your side.

He sighed after seeing the time, his eyes softening at your exhausted self. After spending time with you for the past few months, he recognised you overworked yourself. He didn’t know if it was because you had much work to do or if you wanted it over and done with. Either way, he didn’t like that you were always tired nowadays.

Gradually, the Soldier picked you up in his arms. You stirred slightly, curling into his warmth as he kept you close. He took you to the bed in your office, setting you down slowly as he covered you with the thin blanket.

As he was about to leave, your hand gripped his metal arm, your fingers curling around his steel ones as you whispered sleepily.

“Don’t leave,” you muttered, your eyes closed, “Don’t leave again.”

I wish I didn’t have to.

It was one o’clock when you finished your last bit of filing. You put away the paperwork neatly in your drawers, letting out a sigh as you stood up, rubbing your eyes. Just as you were about to call it a day, another knock came outside your office, causing you to roll your eyes in frustration. You quickly went to the door, opening it.

Unexpectedly, you saw Colonel Karpov standing there, straightening your posture as you smiled. “How can I help you, Colonel?”

“Your patient is injured,” you widened your eyes, peeking into the hallway to see if the Soldier was there with him. But he wasn’t. “You’ll be treating him in the prep room.”

“Prep room?” you furrowed your eyebrows, “But that’s on the ground floor.”

“He cannot leave,” he replied, a ghost of a smile across his thin lips. “I’m afraid this will be your last time treating him.” A scoff threatened to escape you as you opened the door wider.

“I don’t understand—”

“Yes. You do.” Your figure faltered, your knees risking to buckle as you nodded, a solemn expression on your face as you exit your office. You followed the Colonel in silence, fiddling with your charm bracelet whilst stepping into the elevator.

Your nerves overtook you as you leaned against the cold mirror in the elevator, feeling the Colonel’s eyes on you. You froze when you heard his voice. “You disobeyed my orders.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you pressed your lips together, avoiding his eyes.

“I told you not to speak to him.” So that’s what he’s talking about.

“You advised me not to talk to him,” you corrected, your jaw clenching as you watched the elevator doors open. “What else was I supposed to do?”

“You were supposed to do your job, [Y/N],” he retorted, grabbing your wrist as you both walked into the hallway. You winced, glaring at Karpov as he stopped before a door. You glanced at your superior as he unlocked it, pushing you inside the room.

The room was bright and well-lit. You noticed a window on the left, a room with a gigantic chair on the other side of it. No one was in the room other than the Soldier. His back faced you as he sat on a bed, his vest already off as he stared at the wall. You broke into a relieved smile, almost running to him before Karpov stopped you.

“What?” you muttered, your tone impatient.

“This will be your last time being with him.” You blinked, looking down as you pulled your wrist out of his grip.

“You’ve said that.”

“Yes, but you don’t understand,” he replied, a horrid grin crossing his lips as your feet stayed glued to the floor. “You have become a liability, [Y/N],” Karpov spoke, his tone lowering as he stepped forward.

“How?” you whispered, gulping as you felt tears fill your eyes.

“By being kind,” he hissed. You refused to look up. “By being patient. By introducing him to books from his adolescent years.” Your eyes lingered on where the Soldier was, his back facing you as he remained dissociated. Your lips parted, a breath escaping you.

“Where has he been hurt?” you didn’t care about Karpov’s words anymore. You only wanted to see and comfort him for the time you had left.

You understood what Karpov meant the minute he called you a liability. Though, it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t hurt the Soldier because…

He wouldn’t remember.

“He hasn’t been hurt.” You stared at Karpov. “We need him calm before we send him to the laboratory.” You stepped towards him, blinking away your tears as Karpov’s words echoed into your ears. “Enjoy your last moments with him, [Y/N].”

Once the Colonel left, you rushed to the Soldier, stepping into his view. What you didn’t realise before was that his mask was off. You tilted your head, stepping closer to him as you tried to catch his attention.

“Hey,” you whispered, hating that you didn’t know his name. “It’s me. [Y/N].” His eyes shot up, and you both made eye contact as you widened your eyes in surprise.

You knew him. You’ve read about this face somewhere—you were sure of it. You knew he was alive during the second world war because of what Karpov said about the books.

But you couldn’t stay on the subject for long. Because when you softened your eyes, tears appeared in his. You shook your head, shushing him as your wiped away the water trickling down his face. You smiled, blinking away your tears again.

“[Y/N],” you gasped quietly at his voice, noticing how it was raspy.

“Yes. I’m here,” you affirmed.

“I know who I am,” he mumbled, gulping as your lips curled upwards. Your throat went raw with emotion as your thumb rubbed his cheek.

“Then I’d like to know your name,” you replied, your voice above a whisper as you tried to keep the grin on your face.

“It’s James,” he answered, meeting your eyes. A brief smile crossed his lips, “But my friends call me Bucky.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky,” you chuckled, biting your lip as his smile grew wider.

“I, um, I wasn’t allowed to speak to you,” Bucky continued, inhaling the air as he looked down into his lap. “So I couldn’t thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Bucky,” you whispered, now crying at the short time you had left. “I only stitched up your wounds.”

“But you believed in me when no one else would,” he responded, his metal arm holding yours as he brought it to his lips. You closed your eyes, sighing at his touch as you bowed your head. “You weren’t scared of me. You were nice and patient.”

“You have all the time in the world to thank me,” you lied, climbing onto his lap as he leaned your head onto your shoulder. Your voice broke, trying to stay strong as you stroked his hair. “I’m not leaving you.”

“They’re going to wipe my memories,” Bucky’s voice cracked as you sobbed, his hands wrapping around your waist. “I won’t remember you—”

“Listen to me,” you pulled away from him, wiping away your tears as you unclasped your bracelet. You gulped, placing the bracelet in Bucky’s hand as you closed it again. “You will remember this time. And you’re going to make it out of here because you are the strongest person I know,” you smiled, wiping away his tears as he shuddered. “Do you understand?”

“Will you be there for me?” Bucky asked, his voice quiet.

“I will be by your side,” you sighed, holding his closed fist. “Always.”

The door burst open, interrupting your heartfelt moment as you met eye contact with Karpov. A few soldiers walked towards you, waiting to escort Bucky as your lip trembled. You faced Bucky again, smiling at him as you took his flesh hand, kissing his shaking palm gently.

“I am here, okay?” you whispered, seeing him nod. You shivered, getting off Bucky’s lap whilst he stood up. You got out of his way, letting Bucky stand with the other soldiers as he gave you a final glance. A last smile crossed your lips, giving him a little wave as he smiled back, letting the soldiers lead him out of the room.

You faced the window, ignoring Karpov’s approaching footsteps as you watched Bucky enter the room opposite you. He sat on the strange chair, his face heartbroken as you touched the glass, tears running down your face.

“It’s a one-way mirror,” Karpov spoke as you heard a gun click. You flinched at the sound, hearing the Colonel continue. “He can’t see you. But you'll be able to see him.”

“You don’t have to do this,” you whispered, your hand on the glass trembling. “Please don’t do this.” A yell escaped Bucky as the machine activated, his body shaking in the chair as everyone else around him watched. You cried against the glass, closing your eyes.

“Hail HYDRA,” Karpov grinned.

A gunshot echoed throughout the facility. But it was drowned out by the Soldier’s screams.

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the little things

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: the dorkiest boy you have ever met, more commonly known as ethan landry, gets used to your physical touch.

word count: 2,099 words

warnings: FLUFF, physical contact with ethan, kissing towards the end, horror movie...

author's note: THIS HASN'T BEEN PROOFREAD. also, i haven't implemented the gf plot into this, enjoy!

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FOR SOME ODD reason, Ethan Landy could never comprehend why you hung out with him. He often liked to think that you two were only friends because you had a familiar friend, Chad Meeks-Martin. He shouldn’t, in reality. He knew that you two met on your terms in economics, accidentally bumping into each other when trying to find your seats. But that never stopped Ethan from being insecure. It also wasn’t as if you liked him as he liked you, which made the situation even more difficult.

He continued comprehending to himself, his chin leaning into his palm as he dazed into thin air. Ethan didn’t notice your approaching figure as you arrived at your friend group’s usual lunch spot, feeling exceedingly tired after an hour-long Literature lecture. When Ethan heard your quiet greeting to the rest of the group, he sat up, facing you as you smiled at him.

“Hey, E,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes as he tilted his head in concern.

“[Y/N]… Are you sure you don’t want to head to your dorm?” Ethan asked, getting ready to catch you (at the moment, you looked like you were going to faint—your professor is an old piece of shit).

“Oh, no, I’m fine.” As soon as you said that, you plopped yourself onto Ethan’s lap, stealing one of his strawberries as you tried listening to Tara and Chad’s conversation.

And you can imagine Ethan’s reaction.

This was the first time you did something like this involving Ethan. He knew you absentmindedly craved physical touch. Most of the time, you were lounging off poor Tara, who didn’t mind (she found it cute, surprisingly). Her small body was just always crushed by your taller one. Ethan just didn’t expect you to do this sort of thing with him. You had never sat on Chad’s lap—or any other of your friends’ laps, for that matter.

So, as a result, Ethan decided not to think much of it. He could tell you were tired and probably just needed someone to lean on for the time being. Tara was having a conversation, so you resorted to his company instead.

That was until this happened.

You leaned further into his front, forcing Ethan to wrap his arms around your waist to stop you from falling off. By now, his cheeks felt crimson as you paid no attention to his expressions, only resting your arms on his. Suddenly, you slightly shifted your head so your lips were near his ear.

“Ethan?”

“Hm?” Why am I so nervous around this woman?

“I apologise in advance if I fall asleep on you,” you said, smiling at him as he chuckled.

“Oh– No, I don’t mind,” Ethan shrugged it off, causing you to grin even more. “I’ll just carry you back to your dorm.” You nodded, amused at Ethan’s demeanour as his nerves went on fire.

“Thank you, E,” you teased, your cheek now against his shoulder as Ethan visibly relaxed. He watched you closely, noticing your eyes fluttering shut (you fought to stay awake, failing nonetheless) as a soft yawn escaped your even supple lips. Ethan smiled in return, glancing at Chad and Tara before brushing your hair out of your face with a sense of fondness.

“No problem, [Y/N/N].”

Ethan didn’t expect another encounter like that the next day, knowing you needed a warm shower and your bed yesterday. He tried not to keep his hopes up—though he was in such a good mood today because he carried you back to your room as promised. You thanked him in return via text message with three hearts.

Again, Ethan realised he was freaking out over nothing. But it was the little things that counted.

That evening, all of you were hanging out in Sam and Tara’s apartment (minus Sam, who was banging Cute Boy from across the hallway). Mindy declared that you all had to have a horror movie night in honour of finishing your first semester, and everyone obliged, knowing that there would be a takeaway coming over later.

Although Ethan didn’t tend to enjoy horror movies, what made it easier was that you immediately sat down next to him. He glanced at you, noticing other seats where you could’ve sat. And for the third time that week, he ignored it, affirming that it was merely a coincidence.

However, as the movie went on, you found yourself hugging Ethan’s arm out of fear, knocking him out of his daydream as he peeked at you. You slightly hid in the crook of his arm, your blanket covering most of your body as Ethan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He didn’t know what to do, yet again. Ethan decided to remain rooted in his place, shifting his attention to the movie as you refused to let go of his arm.

At some point, the unpleasant music began creeping in whilst the others leaned closer towards the screen, and the anticipation set in. You readjusted your position on the couch, letting go of Ethan’s arm briefly as you reached for your popcorn. Nevertheless, as soon as you leaned towards the coffee table, a scream erupted from your mouth when the nun in the movie you were watching came out of nowhere. You flung yourself onto Ethan’s lap again whilst he immediately wrapped his arms around you. Everyone turned towards you as you hid in Ethan’s chest—the brunette was astonished at how scared you sounded.

“[Y/N]?” Ethan whispered, glancing at the others as they raised their eyebrows.

“They are so cute,” Tara whispered to Chad, drunk on wine as she shoved popcorn into her mouth. Ethan rolled his eyes, hoping he wasn’t blushing at the compliment as he slowly picked you up in his arms.

“Can I—”

“Yeah, take her to my room!” Tara winked, you making a frustrated noise towards your best friend as Ethan smiled at her thankfully.

As soon as Ethan shut the bedroom door, he let you get out of his arms whilst you flung yourself against the bed. Ethan stood by the door awkwardly, his hands shoved in his pockets as you stared at the ceiling.

“I forgot to apologise in advance,” you huffed, not looking at Ethan as he stared at you.

“What?” he chuckled, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I flung myself at you again,” you clarified. A smile played on your lips as you made eye contact with Ethan, the brunette stepping closer towards the bed. “I’m surprised you didn’t shove me off when you had the chance.” A giggle escaped you as you spoke, fiddling with your hands as you waited for Ethan’s response.

“Well, I’m here to catch you whenever you need me to,” Ethan replied, his tone playful as you smiled at him. You pushed yourself to the right side of the bed, patting the spot beside you as Ethan got in the bed cautiously.

You and Ethan lay in comfortable silence, facing each other. Hesitation took over your face as you shuffled closer to Ethan, laying your head against his chest. The brunette subconsciously accepted your embrace, hugging you close out of instinct as he peered down at you.

“Promise?”

“Promise what?” He whispered.

“That you’ll catch me when I need you to,” you whispered in reply, glimpsing at him with a soft expression. Ethan relaxed under your gaze, his chin on your head as he held your hands.

“I promise, [Y/N].”

It’s the little things…

It was now a week after the movie incident. Nothing changed between you and Ethan—unless you count that you and he were attached to the hip by now. Mindy was sick of the new PDA you two displayed around your friends, but everyone knew she’d been rooting for you and Ethan from the start. You were still friends, but that didn’t stop the secretive glances between you both.

You were sat on Ethan’s bed in his dorm (in one of Ethan’s shirts, might I add), going through your econ notes in frustration as you sighed. Ethan (in his pyjamas) was doing the same more calmly, studying quietly with the new flashcards he made. You straightened your posture, tilting your head at Ethan as you dropped your notebook on the floor.

“How do you do that?” you groaned, flopping beside him as he peered down at you with amusement.

“I have a high-level attention span,” Ethan informed you, causing you to sigh.

“Why does it have to be the opposite for me?” you muttered, sitting up and reaching for your backpack. Ethan briefly went back to his studying, not noticing the facemask set you pulled out whilst you smiled excitedly. You got up from your seat, heading to the kitchen, which caught Ethan’s attention.

“What are you doing?” Ethan asked curiously.

“I’m making us facemasks!” You replied, giving him a look of incredulity. “What did you think I was doing?” Ethan sighed, walking towards you as he crossed your arms.

“We have a test next week, you know?” You hummed, mixing the charcoal with the facemask ingredients as Ethan watched you with adoration. “Since when did you carry facemasks in your backpack anyway?”

“Since I realised I wanted to do a facemask with you.” The terse response made Ethan’s cheeks tint a light red, him clearing his throat as he smiled at your demeanour.

“And how long will these facemasks take?”

“Till I say so,” you smiled innocently, finishing the ready-made facemasks and heading towards the couch. “Come on, E!”

“I’m coming!” He grinned, sitting on the couch as you placed the bowl on the coffee table. Ethan raised his eyebrows whilst you sat on his lap, giggling with him as you straddled him effortlessly. Ethan’s hands subconsciously went to your hips, bringing you closer as you squealed.

Once you both calmed down, you realised how close you were to Ethan, your facial expression softening once your hands met his shoulders. Ethan’s smile dropped, not out of discomfort but out of the newfound tension that entered the room. Your lips parted slightly, seeing Ethan’s eyes wandering down to your bottom lip, your eyes glimpsing at his.

You didn’t miss the sensations sizzling in your stomach as you gulped, seeing the desperation in Ethan’s eyes as his breathing quickened. His cotton, black sweatshirt felt tensile under your fingers whilst Ethan briefly admired your figure in his clothes before returning your attention.

“[Y/N],” he muttered, meeting your eyes as his voice croaked slightly. “We—”

“You should stop saying my name like that,” you mumbled. Ethan crumpled his eyebrows, and before he could adequately react, your lips met with his, softly intertwining with each other as your fingertips met Ethan’s jaw. He abruptly kissed back, his grip on your waist tentative as you explored his tender lips.

Ethan felt assured during the kiss as you placed your hand behind his head, tilting him towards you as you both devoured each other. The kiss felt ambiguous, hungry, sensational. You felt warm all over, hearing Ethan’s soft groans enter your mouth as you whined in reply. As your hand travelled down to his chest, you felt his palpitating heart beat faster, knowing how eager Ethan was whilst you smiled against him. His sweaty palms reached under your shirt, your body on fire at his pressure as you tilted your head towards the ceiling. Ethan’s lips nipped at your neck, feeling every inch of your collarbone as your right hand travelled deeper into his curls, tugging at them. You heard his grunts as you whimpered under his touch, pulling away reluctantly as you leaned your forehead against his.

A quick silence commenced in the dorm room as you both took a minute to calm your breathing. Your hands were still all over each other, refusing to let go as you slowly met Ethan’s eyes again.

Ethan was the first to break the quietness, his pupils dilating as he gazed at you. “You kissed me,” he mumbled, his nose touching yours.

“It… It was long overdue,” you replied, smiles reaching your and Ethan’s faces as you laughed lowly. You made a distance between you and Ethan, extending your arm for the facemask mixture as Ethan bit his lip.

“Facemasks?” he asked, the grin never leaving his face.

“Facemasks,” you confirmed, wiping the excess mixture off the brush before applying the charcoal facemask to Ethan’s face, laughing at his growing smile. “It’s the little things… Right?”

“Right,” he breathed, staying still for the next five minutes as you applied the black goo to his face, yours and Ethan’s giggles never managing to stop.

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pairing: neteyam sully x omaticaya!na'vi!fem!reader

summary: neteyam comforts you after a nightmare.

word count: 1,514 words

warnings: FLUFF, nightmares, one swear word, mentions of blood, gun wounds, hyperventilating, neteyam being the best person ever...

author's note: this was supposed to be longer but i have school tomorrow and if i just left this for later, i'd get writer's block again. I'M SORRY.

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AS A CHILD, you were never the most open person. Because of that, the rest of the clan became extremely confused when Neteyam befriended you. They didn’t think of it as a bad thing. They just knew that you would push the future Olo’eyktan away, eventually. And since Neteyam was always optimistic and kind-hearted, something like that would break his heart.

Though, Neteyam didn’t like to think of that.

Instead, he’d preferably scour the forests, looking for acacias or other rare flowers he’d yet to find. He’d do all of that with you.

And so there he was. Chasing after you in a haze as your laughs filled his ears, mesmerising Neteyam as you swung on a vine towards the next tree. It was past your curfew, but Neteyam would handle that later—after all, it wasn’t as if his father wasn’t Toruk Makto.

You landed on a clearing high in the trees, glancing behind you as Neteyam caught up. Squinting your eyes, you noticed the scorpion blossom in Neteyam’s hands as he approached you, a broad smile across his lips. Your lips curled up, feeling his hands brush your temple as he winded the flower into your locks. He pulled his hand away slowly, staying close to you as his eyes met yours.

“For you,” he muttered, the grin never leaving his lips. You bit your lip softly.

“Thank you,” you whispered, smiling back. A comfortable silence commenced as you gradually intertwined your hand with Neteyam’s, leading him further into the trees. All you could hear was a few songbirds chittering and the leaves crunching under your feet as you walked.

Eventually, the both of you arrived at what was known as your secret spot. You didn’t know why you suddenly showed Neteyam your personal space deep in the forest, but you knew you felt safe with him. Being in his presence made you feel… tranquil. Ever since the death of your younger brother, your mind has constantly been in a state of paranoia. Because of that, you felt like you had to push everyone away. You didn’t want to lose anyone you cared about to the Sky People. You couldn’t bear going through that darkness all over again.

But Neteyam was, unfortunately, meddling. He always needed to make sure you were okay. And you found him insufferable for it.

Though, the future Olo’eyktan knew you secretly loved it.

“What is this place?” Neteyam asked, tracing his fingers over the decorated bark as you sat cross-legged, leaning against a fern.

“It’s my… Hideout,” you shrugged, playing with the hem of your loincloth as Neteyam trekked over. “I come here… To sleep.” Neteyam noticed the hesitation in your words as he sat down next to you. Subconsciously, he scooted closer as you continued. “I can’t sleep in the mountains these days,” you sighed, meeting Neteyam’s eyes. You noticed the emerald green swim around in the yellow of his eyes, wishing you could stare into them forever.

“Is it because of…?” His voice trailed off, and you nodded, looking down into your lap.

“He died there,” you said quietly, seeing your locks fall past your shoulders in your peripheral vision. “And I saw it all, so.”

A warm hand met your knee as you glanced at Neteyam, his comforting gaze falling onto you. You couldn’t help the small smile crossing your lips as he spoke, “If you don’t mind,” he muttered, catching the comfy bed you made, “I’d like to stay with you tonight.” Your lips parted in surprise. “Of course, I could go—”

“No!” you said a little too quickly. You caught the amused glint in Neteyam’s eyes, causing you to shove his shoulder. “Shut up. I only want you to stay because your dad will slaughter you for missing curfew again.” You bit your lip, just as amused as he was, as you watched Neteyam inhale with fear.

“Thank you for looking out for me, blossom.” Rolling your eyes at the nickname, you stood up, putting your hand out as Neteyam accepted it. You lead him towards the bed (stuffed with lots of leaves inside cotton sheets the dreamwalkers leant you) and got in, Neteyam getting in beside you. He kept a respectable amount of space between you, making you slightly disappointed as you wanted to feel his warmth. Regardless, you wanted to respect his wishes, your back facing his as you covered your body with the blanket.

And then, Neteyam broke the silence. “Goodnight, [Y/N].”

You smiled, knowing he couldn’t see you. “Goodnight, ‘Tey.”

The ringing in your ears appeared as you got up, feeling the blood pour from your stomach. You scoured the area, a sob leaving your lips as you hugged your abdomen with your left arm.

“Eyzua!” You screamed, your eyes glancing at every nook and cranny, but all that surrounded you was the same darkness you always endured. A shudder left your lips, your legs moving faster as you tried to find a reflection.

But the illusions beat you to it.

“[Y/N]!” A voice wailed, your head snapping towards the sound as your eyes widened in fear. “[Y/N], where are you?”

“Eyzua— EYZUA?” You yelled, forgetting your wound as you ran into the dark, your hands waving around as your tried to find your brother. You located nothing, fear invading your mind as you knelt on the ground. “No… No, not again,” you cried, your blood-covered hands hiding your face as your throat burned with discomfort.

“[Y/N].” Your eyes shot up, immediately getting off the ground. You didn’t realise nor care that your gun wound had mysteriously healed. All you cared about was your brother—who was miraculously standing before you. He said nothing, his expression monotone as you ran towards Eyzua and embraced him with your arms.

“Oh, Great Mother!” You whispered, kissing Eyzua’s head as you pulled away. “You’re alive!” Tears blurred your vision as you smiled, wiping any blood that tainted him. What confused you was that Eyzua wasn’t reacting to anything you said. He remained emotionless, staring into the pit of your eyes as you shook him. “Eyzu… Eyzua, say something.”

More blood. A cry left your lips, witnessing the blood leave your brother’s mouth, Eyzua gagging as you stepped away. He fell to his knees whilst you reached out to help him, but it was as if you were rooted to your spot. You realised what was happening, widening your eyes as you tried to shake free of this invisible grasp. But all you could do was scream, your brother bleeding out before you as he continuously said your name.

“You—” Eyzua choked on his words as you placed your hands on the invisible wall, crying as you fell to the floor. “You killed me…”

“No, no, Eyzu,” you whispered, shaking your head as he fell with agony. His last breath left his lips as you shrieked, feeling hands on your shoulders as you hollered your brother’s name.

“[Y/N], get up. [Y/N]… Wake the fuck up!”

You bolted upright from your bed, breathing shallowly as you clutched your chest. Neteyam’s hands were on your shoulders, his face frantic as he searched your face for discomfort.

“You were shaking,” he explained as you faced him with widened eyes. Neteyam let go of your body, handing you one of your wooden goblets containing water. You graciously took it, chugging down the water in one go, placing it beside you once you finished. Neteyam examined you, noticing your hand on your heart. “Your heart… It’s racing.” You said nothing, wiping away any tears on your face as you avoided his stare.

Neteyam shifted his body so he adequately faced you and took your right hand, catching your attention. He noticed that you hadn’t stopped heaving, his eyes softening at the whimper you let out once he made contact with your body again. Cautiously, he placed your hand on his chest, his hand capturing your fingers as you felt his calm heartbeat. You didn’t understand what he was doing, though he only shushed you, his other hand taking yours as your eyes water.

“Neteyam—”

“Listen,” he whispered, your ears perking up at his command. You raised your eyebrows, sniffling as you heard the chatter from the birds outside your hideout. You also listened to the creek below you, the stream running quietly as the night went on. The heartbeat under your hand remained peaceful, your pace slowing as you felt like you could breathe again. Despite that, your vision was still blurry, more sobs leaving your lips as you shook your head frantically. Neteyam leaned closer towards you, hugging you as you rested your head against his chest.

“Neteyam, I-I can’t do this,” you cried, Neteyam’s heart aching as he pulled you into his lap. He kissed the top of your head like you kissed Eyzua’s, shushing you gently whilst you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I’m right here, [Y/N], I’m here,” he whispered as you squeezed him harder, refusing to let him go for the rest of the night…

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